tae: AND we are talking about poc erasure if you even care
you probably don’t
because you’re a racist
just like your father namjoon
jk: yoongi is older than namjoon
btw
tae: ok???
maybe i wasn’t even talking to yoongi
jk: ok i’m sorry
tae: it’s ok son
hobi: who the fuck were you talking to then?
tae: well yoongi but like maybe i wasn’t at the same time yk?
y/n: shut up
jk: yes
y/n: ?
tae: ok raise ur hand if you think hoseok is being unnecessarily mean to kim taehyung the 3rd today
namjoon: anyways
yoongi are you ok??
yoongi: yeah sorry my head is just all over the place rn
forget everything i said
hobi: is this due to your alcohol consumption
or is it your age getting to you LOL
since your old
older than namjoon
jk: older than namjoon
jin: jungkook is 27 btw
y/n: 23 forever
jin: that’s almost 30 yk?
hobi: at least it’s not 31
yk…
like you
jin: ok
jk: ok !!!!
namjoon: yeah i don’t know what you wanted to get out of that one…
jin: kys
ALL of you
hobi: ❤️
jk: love is love
y/n: awoman
jk: awoman
tae: if you all loved me you would send me a stack
hobi: notice how no money is being sent to your account
take that into consideration
tae: how about you consider my fist in you face
ok i take that back
hobi: don’t
y/n: bryson tiller
tae: why not :(
you didn’t even know what i was gonna say hobi >.<
hobi: namjoon tell him to shut up
namjoon: tae please
tae: yeah ok 😔
cuz you know i do NOT want the smoke
he might do me like he did jaehyun 😭🙏🏼
hobi: will you STOP bringing that up
tae: will you send me a STACK?
hobi: no
tae: then NO
namjoon: both of you stop
also where is jimin??
physically i mean
like do any of you know?
yoongi: y/n’s house i think
y/n: no he’s not??
tae: woah
jk: btw that is also my house yoongi
so y/n AND jungkook’s house
yoongi: y/n and jungkook’s house then
y/n: he’s not here
yoongi: but he was
y/n: how do you even know that??
yoongi: i just do
y/n: ok ????
yoongi: ok
jk: ok \ ^0^ /
tae: wait
jk: JIMIN WAS IN OUR HOUSE ?????
jin: keep up ohmugod
jk: LIKE PHYSICALLY IN OUR HOUSE
WHERE I SLEEP AT NIGHT???
y/n: he wasn’t in my room no
if that’s what ur asking
jk: BUT HE WAS HERE???
AFTER HE WAS SO MEAN SO EVIL?!
y/n: it’s been weeks i was gonna talk to him at some point ig
hobi: communication is key!
not key from shinee btw
jk: WHEN DID HE COME????
WHY DID HE COME????
y/n: he came a few weeks ago
august 6th ? i think
to talk about everything and apologise
jk: you let him in?
tae: LIKE…
y/n: yes
jk: and where was i?
y/n: it was a wednesday so ur boxing class?
jk: i’ve been staying back for those classes
so he came late right?
y/n: yeah
jk: did you invite him?
y/n: no he kinda just showed up
jk: and you still let him in??
y/n: yes jungkook
jk: why didn’t you tell me??
y/n: i wasn’t trying to keep it a secret or anything it just a lot
like a lot seriously
i wanted to give both me and jimin some time to process it all before we brought it all back to you guys
but i was going to tell you
all of you
jk: yeah but like it’s been weeks…
namjoon: to be fair i also did talk to
jimin and didn’t tell anyone
jk: namjoon
jin: also did that
hobi: u all know i talked to him so…
jk: guys???
i’m confused like what he said was wrong but you’re all still talking to him
like everything’s ok???
namjoon: he apologised to her kook
jk: FUCK HIS APOLOGY?????
tae you get it right?? you didn’t speak to him right??
tae: no i get it
i get you
i understand fully
but i won’t lie to you
i DID speak to him
on the phone
only for 5 minutes tho
i counted
i just wanted to make sure he didn’t yk like kill himself or something…
you know jimin is weak like that
not calling people who commit suicide weak but like calling jimin weak cuz that’s what he is
jk: TAE?????????????
tae: SORRY SUICIDE IS REAL YK?
AND LIKE IT DOESNT TAKE AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT I STILL WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE
i was just
uh
checking?
namjoon: you can say you were worried about him you know that
jk: SHUT UP???£/8/8/8,&&:&,
NO HE CAN’T
YOU ALL HAVE NO BACK BONE /£2&/&&:&:
NO LOYALTY
HE BASICALLY CALLED Y/N A WHORE AND YOUR ALL FRIENDS WITH HIM AGAIN??????
LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?????
tae: NO I’M MAD IM STILL SO FUCKING MAD THE FUCK????
FUCK JIMIN I MEAN IT
jk: you are a liar
LIKE
guys what£/£/&/&:&:
i thought you guys were better than this ???
i thought you all cared
jin: don’t be stupid
of course we care
jk: then act like it????
y/n tell them
y/n: jungkook
jk: tell them
in fact
jk added jimin to “AGUST DUI🛴🔥”
jk: tell ALL of them
y/n: jungkook please
jk: y/n seriously
jimin: hey
jk: shut the fuck up
tae: dude
i know ur upset and angry but doing this rn isn’t gonna solve anything
namjoon: he’s right jungkook
ur acting on emotion and not thinking properly right now
jk: IM not thinking properly???
was jimin thinking properly when he called her a slut and then ran away like a bitch?? was he????
namjoon: obviously not jungkook
hobi: but they’ve talked it out and he’s said sorry
jk: HIS SORRY DOESN’T MEAN SHIT
WHAT DO YOU GUYS NOT UNDERSTAND?
his fucking sorry means nothing
him saying sorry doesn’t take back the words he said
or any of the hurt he caused
namjoon: jungkook like she told us they’ve talked about it and he’s apologised
i not sure what more you want
jk: I WANT YOU GUYS NOT TO MOVE ON SO FUCKING FAST??
I WANT YOU GUYS TO AT LEAST TELL HIM HOW FUCKED UP THAT ALL WAS
BOTH PUBLICLY AND PRIVATELY
he should be walking around eggshells around us rn
you guys should be giving him a hard time
not wondering where he is or whether he’s depressed or not
and you wanna know something?
after it all happened she cried for hours
hours
i have genuinely never seen her so upset
she told me not to tell anyone but i have to so guys can fucking understand
and the fact that we didn’t even know that her and jimin spoke???
does that not bother you all?????
the fact that she was “so fine” and “okay” about the whole situation but didn’t tell us that they had supposedly ‘made up’
tae: she said that she was planning on telling us
jk: yeah but she didn’t did she? it’s been weeks
she said they spoke august 6th right?
we are quite literally in a whole new month
and you ALL should know that when she doesn’t tell us things it’s because she’s upset
you should KNOW her
and how she deals with things
you all claim to care but i’m yet to see how
you know i was really excited about this
we were all you know realising
and coming to terms with this
us
i thought that we felt the same
but this has shown me that you guys don’t even feel a quarter of what i do for her
and you probably never will
the way that you all just took her word for her being fine and okay about the whole situation without actually genuinely checking in with her is insane and the way you all rushed to make sure jimin was ok was even crazier
i just
whatever
bye
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as you can probably tell this was supposed to be released last month but i tried to adjust it as much as i could
Warnings: There’s smut in this chapter :) some brief pussy eating and doggy style (wolfie style?) also Jimin is a bit of a jerk.
Word count: 3,028
Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.
Author note: Everyone please get your tomatoes ready to throw and boo at me because I’m a liar and I deserve it. Remember when I said this chapter was gonna be 5k? Welp that didn’t happen. BUT this is my longest chapter. The dang smut scene tripped me up so if it seems rushed please know I threw in the towel for my own sanity and said fuck it Joonie is a 2 pump chump today.
If you had to pick a favorite room in the spacious house your pack resides in it would be the library. Before you came along it was mainly Namjoon’s refuge away from the rest of the members. After many years together the younger wolves have learned that if Namjoon is reading to only bother him when its an emergency. Reading and gaining knowledge on many different subjects is one of life’s many pleasures for Namjoon. Getting lost in a good book lets him escape his many responsibilities even if it’s for a short while.
That all changed when you showed up. Namjoon saw you fall in love with his sacred dwelling and he let you carve your own little space within it. He reluctantly let some of his philosophy books be replaced with your beloved romance novels. With you spending a large portion of your time within the space eventually led to the three younger wolves coming in too. That lasted a week until the alpha’s patience wore thin and once again banished them from the room. It may or may not have been partly due to Jimin’s constant pestering to read the smut scenes in your novels with you. You offered to lend him your Kindle so he could read the ‘Ice planet Barbarians’ series on his own but he said it wasn’t the same without you.
In the relative darkness the only light emanating in the room is from a tall floor lamp next to the comfortable red suede sofa you’re sharing with Hoseok. Who was currently softly snoring, splayed out on his back in wolf form, paws in the air and head your lap. You ran a hand through the thick tan fur on his chest and held a thick vampire romance book in the other. You were finally getting to the ‘spicy’ scene after 500 pages of slow burn enemies to lovers when a hand on your shoulder made you jump slightly.
“Hey, it’s late lets get you to bed.”
“What time is it?” You ask stretching your arms and groaning. Time always seems to fly when you read.
“Midnight” He answered while helping you carefully maneuver out from under Hoseok. Learning from experience that the older wolf does not like being woken up and will curse out anyone indiscriminately for doing it.
Once your other mate was situated you followed Namjoon up towards your room.
The house you lived in was huge so every original member had their own bedroom. The royal pack allocates housing funds based on amount of pack members. The bigger the pack the bigger the housing fund was. They often build houses for packs before they’re even finished being formed. For as inclusive the moon goddess is, it seemed the court hasn’t upheld that value when it comes to making space for potential children. Adoption is definitely a thing in the werewolf world, and many packs that are all the same sex do still have parental desires. Unfortunately room isn’t often accounted for them. The sale of original pack houses is permitted it’s just a long process but many packs seeking extra space will jump through hoops to buy and trade housing to get what they desire. Often child free packs are willing to move or packs that decide to relocate to other cities or countries all together. It’s like the human world with more (annoying) rules.
All of that meant there was no room for you in the beginning. Instead of packing up and buying a new place that no one including you wanted to do, Jimin ended up giving up his room and voluntarily moving in with Taehyung. The pair sleep together the majority of the time anyway.
Although often the members preferred to sleep with a varying number of other members together rather than alone, but having a personal space to themselves where they can be alone is also important. Since you were human and not used to pack living they all definitely wanted you to be able to have your space as to not overwhelm you.
You always wondered how the higher ups got a hold of so much money. Yoongi said that they do lots of dealings with Governments around the world and some officials were actually werewolves. They operate behind the scenes and take steps to make sure human and werewolf relations remain civil.
The public may not know of their existence but the international elites and the chaebols of Korea know of their existence. Back in the age of royal dynasties many kings used werewolves as close body guards. Even when not shifted a werewolf is more powerful than a normal human. Enhanced hearing and sense of smell were huge advantages which made their existence beneficial and solidified the safety of the werewolf species as a whole.
Opening your covers and helping you into bed Namjoon gave you a quick kiss before turning to head out.
“Can you sleep here tonight?” you ask grabbing his wrist before he could leave, giving your best attempt at ‘puppy dog eyes’ you could muster.
He let out a fake exasperated sigh and an exaggerated eye roll before flashing a dimpled smile, “I guess.”
You let out a noise of triumph before scooting over to make room for the large man. He got comfortable wrapping himself around you from behind and relaxed his seemingly always tense muscles. After thirty minutes you could tell by his breathing that he wasn’t asleep. Knowing he was awake was keeping you awake so you deciding to do what you know could have any man sleeping afterwards.
Starting to slowly push your hips back into his you smirked when his hold on you tightened. A few well practiced circles had resulted in his unmistakable hardness poking into your butt.
“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked in a voice that implied he knew exactly what you were doing.
“I’m helping you sleep.”
“You’re doing the exact opposite,” He teased while moving to give you room to lay on your back. He snorts as he sees you rush to pull down your pajama shorts and underwear. “Someone’s eager.”
“It’s not everyday I get to have my alpha like this.” You say as you open your legs for him to slot between them. This causes Namjoon to frown and lean down to look in your eyes and gently stroke your cheek.
“Do you feel like I neglect you?”
“No, no it’s not like that,” You stammered trying unsuccessfully to get Namjoon to back up so you could sit up. Giving up when he wouldn’t budge you sighed, “It’s just that… I know I've already been here for a while so I should be used to it by now but I’m still trying to get used to the whole pack thing. Living with seven men with different personalities it sometimes feels like someone gets lost in the fray. I feel guilty for spending so much time with the maknaes and not enough with everyone else. When you came home and I went upstairs with Hobi I did feel bad for going with him.”
Namjoon frowns a little before moving back and grabbing a pillow to place under your hips to elevate them to his liking.
“Let me see you.” He says rubbing your outer thighs as you rush to pull down your shorts and panties. The articles of clothing were unceremoniously tossed behind him landing near your dresser. He uses his fingers to spread open your lower lips and stares at your warm inviting hole as if he wanted to eat you whole like the big bad wolf he is. “Pretty girl.”
You sigh happily as he scoots down the bed to lay on his stomach and then licks a slow swipe up your pussy ending at your clit. The feeling had your spine arching up off the bed as Namjoon’s lips create a delicious toe curling suction. “Oh shit!”
As an alpha Namjoon liked to be in control at all times, that included during sex. You found that out the first time you tried to straddle him. It’s in his nature to take that as a dominance challenge. That action resulted in one of the roughest fucking in your life. You finally found out what Ariana Grande was talking about in the ‘Side to Side’ song. You also learned that Jimin loved doing that to him because he was a little glutton for punishment.
Unfortunately alphas can be exhausting to deal with as a whole and practice a bit of toxic masculinity pushed by their inner wolves. So keeping that in mind you were actively trying to not tangle your hand in his hair and grind onto his face. You were gonna get what he gave you, the way he wanted to give it and you were going to like it.
That was the complete opposite of Yoongi who loves for you to use use him to get off. If asked you’d say the best orgasm you’d ever had was the time he had you sit on his face while Jin sucked him off. All of his needy whines and groans against your pussy while he forced your hips down in a vice like grip. In the beginning you hesitated when asked to ‘suffocate’ him with your thighs. That wasn’t something you had ever done with your human exes but you grew to love it and crave it. He was the best out of your mates at eating you out and according to Taehyung he was the best cock sucker too. Yoongi called it his ‘Tongue technology’.
Namjoon working two fingers into you and immediately finding your G spot, brought you out of your thoughts. “Focus on me. Or I’ll leave you here.” He growls lowly.
A shiver runs through you in not a wholly unpleasant way. His attempts at using his alpha voice always got on your nerves except when in bed. This is the only time you willingly submit to the werewolf.
“No, please fuck me alpha.” You whine as he removes his fingers only to add a third in an attempt to prepare you for what was to come. It’s always futile, no matter how many times you have sex with any of the pack members you always have to psych yourself up in preparation of taking their knots. Over the past few years it’s definitely gotten easier but when it comes to you they all know to try to ease it in slow unlike the animalistic way they shove their knots into each other. The human body just wasn’t built to take a toll like that, much to your annoyance.
Namjoon gets off the foot of the bed to remove his pajama pants revealing the fact he was going commando. Giving his large leaking erection a few strokes as he waited for you to turn over onto your hands and knees. Another alpha quirk you’ve learned is his favoritism of this submissive position.
“Back up,” he commanded gesturing to the edge of the foot of the bed. “Good girl.”
Aligning himself with your entrance Namjoon pushes in his girth all the way in with a groan. Rubbing circles on the sides of your waist where he was holding onto you he stayed still giving you time to adjust. You turned your head back after a minute and nodded to him to give the okay to start moving but he didn’t.
“Move, please!” you whined desperately.
“No, I’m tired.” Namjoon says with a smirk. “If you want it you do the work.”
He lets go of you and proceeds to fold his arms at his chest waiting for your compliance. With a pout you start moving your hips starting off slow before picking up rhythm. You give one good slam back which causes the headboard of your bed to smack the wall loudly.
“It’s late, don’t wake anyone up.” Namjoon chastises with a light smack to your ass.
You roll your eyes but decide not to argue. Your obedience was rewarded as you felt your alpha lean over you with one hand on the bed and the other slipping between your thighs.
“Oh fuck!” you gasp and lose the strength to hold yourself as he expertly plays with your clit. Namjoon enjoys the way your velvety walls clamp down on him as you orgasm. He takes this opportunity to ease his knot in and spill his hot cum with a loud drawn out groan of your name.
You were both flying high on an endorphin rush, it was over quickly but you didn’t care. Namjoon stayed holding himself up trying not to crush under his weight. He very much didn’t want to move because every movement pulled on his sensitive knot. Knowing you would be stuck like this for twenty minutes he wanted to be comfortable. Wincing, he pulls you up to awkwardly carry you back to the top of the bed.
You settled in under the blankets with him spooning you from behind. Even though you were tired you still couldn’t sleep. The feeling of his knot throbbing was distracting so you decided to ask a question you’ve been thinking for a long time.
“Hey Joonie? Can I ask you a question?”
The man just hummed a noise that you took to mean yes.
“How did you become the alpha?”
“Every last full moon of the year there’s a large festival where all of the packs in the country that have young wolves who have turned eighteen converge. It lasts the full three days of mandatory shifting. Pack members are added to each forming pack every time the festival comes around and the minute the future alpha is found for each pack they are immediately put in charge. I wasn’t the original alpha it was actually Hoseok hyung who was chosen. Since he’s older than me he was added to the pack before me.”
Your eyebrows went up, It takes a special type of werewolf to run a pack and you couldn’t envision Hobi doing that. Although the older wolf definitely kept the younger three wolves in check he was really sweet the majority of the time.
“When my pack was chosen for me after five other wolves I met Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung and him. We were making plans with our respective families when all of a sudden the moon witches made an announcement that there was to be an alpha switch. It was actually a bit of a controversy at the time. It’s rare for the moon goddess to change her mind. The witches thought it might be because of my lineage. I come from a family line with three alphas. My great grandfather, grandfather and father were all alphas of their packs.”
“Was Hobi mad about it?”
“He was definitely resentful, he rarely spoke to me the first couple months I lived in the pack house but he eventually got over it. He has since told me multiple times he is so relieved it’s not him because he feels like he wouldn’t be as patient and might have strangled the maknaes by now.”
You laugh at that, Namjoon’s breath hitched as your core squeezed him rhythmically. Satisfied with his answer you tried again and succeeded in falling asleep. You didn’t feel when Namjoon’s knot released or when he got up and cleaned you up with his discarded shirt before settling back behind you and drifting off as well.
Present Day
“None of you can look me in the eyes and tell me you’re okay with this! You know what’s gonna happen to them!” Taehyung yells exasperatedly at the rest of the wolves who were sitting in silence in the spacious hotel room. The tension so thick all it took was this outburst to make it boil over.
“It’s what Namjoon wants so drop it.” Hoseok says lowly as he lays on one of the two king sized beds, stroking Yoongi’s fur. The older wolf was still transformed and unconscious after Yoona fixed his arm. The witch gave him a potion to stay in that state to aide in healing.
“Drop it? You expect me to drop it?! How can you be so fucking heartless?” Taehyung’s voice shakes as he’s fighting to stop from breaking into a sobbing mess. “You’re the one who could talk the most sense into him.”
Hoseok drops his gaze and turns his head away.
“Please just try!” Taehyung grabs onto the older wolf’s shoulders shaking him and finally letting the tears escape.
“Taehyung,” Jimin grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him away. “You’re thinking with your heart and not your brain. Jungkook is dangerous, it may have been an ‘accident’” he emphasizes with air quotes, “ but this has been a running theme with him. He is not a pup anymore, he’s had years to start acting like an adult and he can’t manage to do that so now we’re all suffering for it. It was only a matter of time before he fucked up enough to get unmated.”
Taehyung looked at him incredulously not believing his ears that Jimin could just say those things about their other mate. Jimin pushes him back into the wall and looking into his eyes with their foreheads almost touching.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” Taehyung snarls.
“I’m right and you know it. You just can’t handle the truth. Both Jungkook and Y/N are detrimental to the health of this pack. She continuously babies him and feeds into his behavior. Our alpha knows what’s best for us, it’s about time you realize that, fall in line or get out.”
“Jimin! Knock it off.” Jin growls walking out of the bathroom. “You’re not helping.”
“You know what?” Taehyung snaps, “I’m leaving.”
Pushing away from Jimin and bumping into the smaller wolf’s shoulder he practically runs out of the room completely ignoring Jin calling out for him to wait. He knew the minute the door slammed behind him he might have made a mistake but he just couldn’t live with Namjoon’s decision. Even if it means going through the unmating process too.
Hey can some of you guys help me find a fic? It was an ot7 one in which the reader was in a pornographic show with the seven of them. Its theme was somewhat like the batcheloret. Sejin was the producer. They were all housed in a villa...?
*hearing his sassy, almost provokative answer and biting my lip* "W-well... when... When I'd try it and being a good obedient princess for you and satisfy my King good... what could I get as an reward for my work? L-Like... what would you do to me after it?"
"Baby girl, take your King's cock like a good kitten you are, make your King proud of you, first. After I will use you as my personal toy, I will give you a reward, be sure. I am thinking of eating you out on my throne, how does it sound, princess, huh? *licks his lips in a teasing way*"
➝ Summary: Min Yoongi is self-absorbed and cold, but you love him all the same…not so much when he ignores you and your pursuits all week long though.
When his ignorance finally causes you to boil over, you seek help from the others who thankfully have better ideas than you do regarding how to alleviate the situation and get back at your boyfriend in the process.
A|N ~ Holy smokes! Finally got that one rewritten...added about 6k to it...hope you all enjoy it and take time out of your schedule to leave me a little bit of feedback~
Clicking and sliding is all you hear as Yoongi feverishly works, repeatedly hovering his mouse across and over his mouse pad in order to adjust sound waves and sound beats, listening to them through earbuds that let out brief--yet sharp--pangs of bass whenever he clicks play. His studio desktop is clearly more important to him than you kissing his neck over and over, your panties already a sopping mess at just the thought of his cock filling your cunt and thrusting into you so savagely you can no longer breathe. Those hopes all go to hell when Yoongi groans in annoyance, moving his head and neck away from your plea’s that assume the form of kisses. You huff, gritting your teeth and licking your lips, plump from your attempt at seducing the one man insistent on ignoring your pursuits. “Min fucking Yoongi.” You growl, your significant others jaw tensing before he removes his earbuds.
He rolls his eyes, rotating his chair to face you. Without a moment’s hesitation, you climb onto the chair and into the lap of your man. His arms only move from his lap to the padded armrests. “Now’s not a good time.” He dismisses, looking away from you.
“What do you mean now’s not a good time?” You push more weight on him and run your hands up his arms, hoping the affection will coax him into caring for you. “I’ve been sitting here patiently for hours. Please, give me something...it’s been weeks.” You beg, practically ready to use him for your pleasure and your pleasure alone whether he’ll concede or not.
“I have work to finish.” Yoongi’s face depicts no mercy, and it rips your heart to shreds. “I’ll see you at home.” He pushes you off his lap, swiveling the chair back around to face the sound bar and once again...ignore you.
Tears well up in your eyes, frustrating you more than your neglected libido and its current stagnant status. Stomping away, you grab your belongings and give Yoongi one last look that he--as expected--does not turn to meet.
Aggravated to no end, you open the door to Genius Lab and slam it shut behind you, finding your shoes on the other side splayed out waiting for you to return. Throwing off the slippers you wore inside the studio, you bend down and force your feet into a pair of converse, bending down to tie the one and then the other using violent tugs and pulls.
“Ya! Take it easy, what did those converse ever do to you?” A familiar voice echoes from down the hall. You look up from taking your anger out on your shoes to find Jin, followed by Namjoon, Hoseok, and the other boys coming down the hall towards you...hesitantly.
Any bit of amusement left in the young men's faces completely disintegrates when your look of anger finds its way into their eyes. Namjoon, as always, is the first to ask questions.
“What’d he do this time?” He guesses, assuming your asshole of a boyfriend did something to anger you as he does more often than you like to admit.
“It’s nothing.” You turn back to your shoes, ignoring Namjoon’s princely attempt at comforting you. “It’s just Yoongi being Yoongi per usual.” You stand, adjusting your purse and jacket impetuously which previously lay on the floor but now rest in your arms.
“I think it goes deeper than that,” Jimin comes the closest to you, only a few feet away while the others gingerly make their way down the hall. “Did he hurt you?”
You’re shocked, blinking away tears before looking up at Jimin. Yoongi hurt you, but not physically. He would never lay a hand on you. Clearly, since he has yet to touch you in any way for the past week or so. “Chim, no. You know Yoongi would never hurt me.”
Taehyung comes to stand hip to hip with Jimin, analyzing your mascara smeared cheeks. “Then why are you crying?” He whispers softly, putting his hand out to gesture for you to walk down the hall and away from Genius Lab. You hadn’t realized you were even weeping, pressing a hand and wiping a small gaggle of salty tears from your emotionally flushed cheeks proves Taehyung’s notion. You analyze the mascara mingling with the salt, dismissing it with a flick of your hand.
Walking in silence, curiosity swirling through the room like a tornado whisps everyone’s eyes towards you. “Well, whatever it was. it must’ve been something bad. You’re tough ___.” Jungkook compliments, and truly, earning high praise from such a strong individual does make you feel better. You drape your belongings over a lounge chair inside one of the offices few break slash lounge rooms. The rest of the boys split off to sit on the floor, couch, or bean bags that litter the room in varying hues of sunset orange. “I’ve never seen something he’s done affect you so.” He continues, throwing himself down in front of you and onto the floor.
You sigh, biting your lip in contemplation. “It’s not something he’s done...but something he won't do.” You swallow hard, angry at yourself and your lover for letting things escalate so far. You hate to drag the others into this but...perhaps they could help you where Yoongi won't.
The room of young men looks at each other in complete and utter confusion, trying their best to uncover answers from their comrades' faces. “What uh- what do you mean?”
Starting to sweat, you fidget and snag your lip between your teeth. “I-” You gulp, looking up and meeting Hoseok’s worried irises. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”
“Laugh?” Jin questions, looking even more floundered than before.
You nod.
Talking to them about coitus you think wouldn’t be so difficult being that the six boys openly talk to you about their own similar struggles. However, discussing your own sex life with one of their own feels...odd? It’s not something you’ve ever expressed enmity towards, but you fear that they might find the entire ordeal weird and forbid themselves from discussing it nor putting in a notion of help all to avoid the wrath of the all-powerful Yoongi. Well if he’s so damn powerful, maybe he should come and take care of his girlfriend before she jumps into the waiting lap of one of the six sexually frustrated men in front of her.
“Yoongi’s been...neglecting me,” You watch their reactions with half-lidded eyes, wiping away now dried mascara as all of them remain still and silent. “And my needs.”
Eyes widen, jaws drop, and faces flush. “N-needs?” Taehyung stutters, a weak chuckle sliding from his lips after he repeats your word.
Once again, you nod, feeling your cheeks brighten with a pink hue.
Jungkook flushes, his face pale with embarrassment. Jimin smirks, “If that’s all, I mean I can help you out…” He offers half-jokingly. From the cushion below him, Namjoon jostles his youngers knee, shoving him from the couch at his comment.
“Do you mean to say that, this is all because Yoongi hasn’t...been a man lately?” Taehyung asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
You giggle for the first time all day, bringing smiles into the dire air.
“That's an interesting way of putting it,” You continue to laugh, holding your one hand in the palm of the other. “But yes, Yoongi hasn’t fucked me in about a week and a half.” The room falls silent before Jimin and Hoseok erupt into rolling over fits of laughter. “Stop laughing! You promised!” You pelt a throw pillow their way, making contact with Hoseok’s face and momentarily disrupting his laughter.
“I’m sorry! It’s just that you two don’t come across as the couple that would have those sort of issues.” Jimin explains, stopping his laughter to instead rest his elbows on his knees and run a hand through his hair.
“That couple? What does that mean?” You furrow your eyebrows, flicking your tongue over your bottom lip.
Jimin looks to the others for approval to continue with his explanation. No one stops him. “It’s just that we-” He gestures to the room, “-see how Yoongi looks at you.” He smiles when you blush lightly. “He’s not one to show emotion well. At least...when you’re looking.”
You’re not sure how to respond. Being angry with Yoongi but loving him at the same time is almost more difficult than not being sexually touched for a week and a half. Hearing such infatuating facts about your lover and the way you affect him do little to help you in your quest to ignore and neglect him instead.
“You two have been dating for a while...is this the first time this has happened?” Namjoon presses a finger to his chin, trying to remember a time when Yoongi portrayed similar attributes away from you over the course of this week that he could connect to the past.
“Only once. It was a while back when we had only been dating for a few months.” You earn nods all around. “Everything I tried now, I tried then. The only difference being that back then my actions swayed him and we...worked things out.” They all chuckle, eyeing eachother with knowing stares plastered to their handsome profiles. “Now he won’t even spare me a second glance let alone grant me a killer and much-needed orgasm.” Faces contort with half discomfort and half sadness for you.
“My offer’s still on the table.” Jimin tosses in, sitting on the floor behind the couch and ducking behind it before Namjoon has a chance to strangle him alive.
“Ya’know...that’s actually not a bad idea…” Hoseok agrees, startling you.
“I’m not going to fuck Jimin if that’s what you’re suggesting.” You hold up your hands as if to put up a barrier between you and the testosterone flooded young men. All of which are practically foaming at the mouth.
Jimin, despite being shot down, looks elated. “Worth a shot.” He shrugs.
“Well no, I wouldn’t suggest fucking Jimin. His baby dick wouldn’t get you anywhere.” Hoseok begins to explain, a seething Jimin glaring from behind the couch.
“Funny Hobi, doubtful the comment expanded anything other than your ego though.” Jimin responds, earning a chorus of “oo’s” from the onlookers.
“Hobi just continue before Jimin blows another fuse.” Taehyung josh’s, teasing Jimin lightly.
“Fine.” He grumbles, looking away from his younger with a faint smile, “Make him want it.” He vaguely begins. “It’s what I’d do.” He leans back, clicking his tongue and gesticulating with his hands.
“You’re not helping her, explain or shut the fuck up.” Jimin snaps, shrinking Hoseok’s confidence.
The older of the two looks to you with puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me,” You start, “You’re the one that poked the sleeping bear.” He shrugs, accepting that, yes, he wrote his own fate in sharpie and there’s no way to go back and change it.
“As I was saying,” Hoseok clears his throat, “Do something you know that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t resist you.” He grins proudly, “Then if that doesn’t work…bring us up.” You have to admit, that’s not a bad idea. Yoongi isn’t partial to sharing…the very idea will drive him mad. “Tell him…the rest of us…offered to placate you in his place.”
Biting your lip in concentration, you try desperately to come up with the one thing you know always puts Yoongi between a rock and a hard place. The one outfit you’ve worn that had his eyes--and hands--on you from the second you put it on to the minute he ripped it off. “Fuck.” You mutter.
“Got it now?” Hoseok smirks, proud of himself.
“Oh, Hoseok! You angel from above!” You grab your belongings, practically skip your way over to Hoseok, and kiss him on the cheek with a loud smack of your lips and a smile so bright that it could be described as nothing short of beaming. “If I get laid tonight i’ll owe you.” You stand straight, looking at all of the small immaculate faces belonging to the men sitting around you. “If I get laid tonight,” You reiterate, “I’ll buy each and every single one of you dinner tomorrow, if I can walk that is.” You wink, moving towards the exit and opening the door.
“God, Please get laid tonight.” Jungkook murmurs under his breath, the rest of the boys nodding.
“Good luck!” Taehyung bursts to life before you walk out the door with a flying kiss and smack of your ass that erupts the room into garbles of laughter.
You stand in front of your closet for nearly ten minutes in contemplation after arriving home. “This better be worth it.” You mumble, your words slurred beneath the coating of Red Zinfandel on your tongue. You couldn’t resist cracking open a new bottle just to convince yourself that this idea was the right one. After a glass or two, your plan was put into action, you ran to your closet, wine glass in hand; and sprang into action. You had debated wearing a whole lingerie set. You owned multiple which Yoongi gifted you, each with their own sultry note from your lover still placed hastily beneath the article. Minutes pass before you make a final decision. You need something simple, but something that will end Yoongi all the same.
A babydoll.
There’s nothing more fitting for the predicament you’re in. You know you couldn’t just walk out and up to Yoongi wearing every piece of lingerie you owned. You could imagine the amusement that would manifest in his eyes if he came home to find you dressed to the nines in garters, a thong, and stockings. He’d probably laugh, only to continue his goal of driving you to cheat. However, this get-up won’t make him laugh. Doubtful in the least. He’ll be fawning over you in mere seconds. At least...that’s the goal.
Looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you admire the workmanship of this babydoll. It’s a deep red that begs to swallow the wearer whole. Bows of silk decorate the space below the valley of your breasts. The babydoll itself is solid in coloring, your body is still left to the imagination, but Yoongi already knows what lies in wait beneath any article of clothing you bear. Only seeing parts of it when he enters will drive him mad. This’ll have to do because you can’t turn back now. You can hear Yoongi’s keys scrape against the plaster of your apartment door as he uses them to open it. Carefully, you pick up your half-empty wine glass and walk towards the living room where Yoongi is bound to enter by the time you get there.
“Babe? I’m home.” He says, opening the door with his gaze glued to the floor. “I talked to Namjoon. He said you looked upset when you left.” You watch as he removes his olive jacket, his necklaces jingling together as he moves. “I was a dick, I know it. I knew it the second you slammed the door.” He turns, “It’s just that I’ve been so stressed lately. I know I shouldn’t take it out on...you.” He quiets down when his gaze lifts to find you leaning against a wall in your babydoll, the hem scrunched around your waist. You gingerly sip your red wine, licking your lips slowly after the liquid slides down your throat, glazing it in a heat that slips down to your core as you watch Yoongi’s reaction.
You got him.
“It’s fine. Just apologize, I won’t hold it over your head.” Slowly, you push off the wall, placing down your wine glass as you walk over to your shell-shocked lover. He stands frozen in space-time like stone. You glide your hand up his arm, cupping his neck as you give him a quick kiss that he’s too shocked to return.
“Y-you won't?” He asks in a voice far from his own natural tone.
“Of course not, I know you’ve been under so much pressure lately, with the new album release just around the corner.” Walking away from him and towards the kitchen, you pick up your wine glass and open the fridge, taking an apple out and smoothing its exterior over the material just barely concealing your breasts that spill from the low neckline. If your eyes don’t deceive you than your sure you hear Yoongi’s breath hitch even if only for a brief second. Your confidence is stronger than the stone Yoongi’s frozen into, nothing will crack it, his reaction has only added fuel to your inner fire.
“Well, I’m sorry babygirl.” He coos, catching a whiff of the game you’re playing at. “I never meant to ignore you.” His tone has dropped an octave. You know that if he accepts your pursuit this time around you’ll only have the bearings to hold your own for a few minutes at most. His footsteps creak the floorboards beneath his heavy steps as he moves closer to you. You bite into the apple, facing away from him as you lean against the counter and tease him with a flash of your panty covered core.
You almost choke at the burn of his touch against your side as his hands travel up them with care, hiking up the frilly hem of your babydoll. “Is this your declaration of war?” He pushes himself against you, causing your hips to grind against the edge of the counter. “Getting back at me for this afternoon?” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, pulling you back, he presses you flesh against his chest. You swallow the apple hard, losing the appetite to finish the rest of it. “Damn you smell so good.” Yoongi’s warm breath trails goosebumps from the base of your spine to where his lips have made their way to the space just underneath your ear. You desperately want to let him have his way with you, all that built up tension in your core screaming for release. Instead, you hold your own and push him away. You walk around the island and prop yourself up onto its smooth surface, feeling the cool granite against your thighs. “I apologized didn’t I?” He clenches his fist against the counter and rests on his elbows, watching as you trail your lips over the bitten away portion of your apple.
“You deserve this.” With movements slow enough to compete against a snail, you gently tug your babydoll skirt up to where it can rest on your hip bones. Yoongi’s eyelashes flutter, his usually pale sinew starting to take on a pink hue when you allow the cotton of your panties to show. You lean across the counter, your hands pressed to the granite. He tenses, waiting for your next move. You brush your nose against his, moving in towards his lips only to pull away before he can close the space between you. “You turned me away. This is your punishment.” You peck his soft gummy smile and jump off the counter, throwing out your apple before walking back in the direction to which you came. Without hesitation Yoongi follows, his gaze burning holes into your back and ass. You give him a side glance, shooting him a cocky eyebrow raise as you go to check your phone on the nightstand.
Yoongi leans against the doorframe to your shared bedroom, both hands in the pockets of his ripped navy skinny-jeans. You twist around while responding to a text from Hoseok, emoji’s dancing around a “He just left, Good luck!” that he sent you. Linking eyes with Yoongi as you press send, you notice him bite his lip. “Did you need something?” You so reticently say, biting your tongue to keep from laughing at the expression of frustrated amusement that forms on your lovers face. He scoffs and turns away from you, running his hand through his hair in pure vexation.
“Don’t be like that.” He takes a step into the room, slowly but surely making his way over to you.
“Don’t be like what?” The teasing has officially intensified as you crawl onto the bed and lean against the headboard, spreading your legs. Yoongi can’t seem to keep his distance now, springing forward and stopping at the edge of the bed, practically drooling at the sight of your cunt spreading a sopping wet spot into the material of your panties. A low growl erupts from Yoongi’s throat as he reaches for you, courage allowing you to press your manicured toes to his forehead, making him stay put. He drops himself onto the mattress, melting into it, begging you with his eyes. You rub your legs together and then spread them again. “You caused this. Ignoring my pursuits is a dangerous business baby boy.” You tease him and lick the tips of your index and middle finger, playfully running them over your bottom lip.
Yoongi looks at you pleadingly, that is...until your words drill through him like a properly aimed bullet. A sharp pang envelops him, and you judge by the darkness in his stare to the change in his expression that you...no longer have the upper hand. His smolder makes you shudder, slowly causing you to move your knees inward as a last stitch effort to keep him out and away from you. Even though all you’ve ever wanted for the past week was his cock hammering into you hard enough to put a hole in your back. “You know what else is dangerous?” You hear his shoes hit the floor as he manages to push them off one by one. His aura is so overwhelming you fear he might just grab you and seize you without a strand of mercy to his technique. He answers his own question, “Calling me baby boy when you know i’m your Daddy.” You crack. This side of Yoongi ignited a fire within you three years ago when you first started going out. His intense stare, passion for music, incredible fashion sense, and his way of controlling you in the bedroom that drove you near the edge of oblivion.
He was staring you down, it’s like he could tell you wanted him. As if he could smell the hormones rising off you like rain sizzling off hot pavement. Crawling his way up the mattress he forces your legs open upon reaching you. With his arms occupying either side of your head due to the way he presses his palms into the headboard, you’re trapped. His breathing is heavy, and the strain he’s feeling as his erection presses into the stiff material of his jeans must be the reason why. He brushes his nose over yours, mimicking the way you teased him in the kitchen. Smirking, he pulls away from you, your mouth parted in preparation for his lips hitting yours ferociously only to be greeted with air and a stifled chuckle from Yoongi that makes you blush. Moving his hands down to rest on your hips, he jolts you forward and into his lap, holding you close as he spins around so that he’s the one pressed against the headboard.
His dark eyes--foggy with lust--land on the valley of your breasts, drawing him forward. You try to pull away but his hands are a force to be reckoned with. He dips deep, kissing around your neckline and down the swell of your breasts. You can’t help the needy whine that escapes your lips as he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material of your babydoll, leaving a wet spot in his wake. “Say the word baby girl and I’m yours.” He quickly get to work kissing back up your neckline to suck the delicate skin of your neck, switching objectives mid-assault to kiss across your jawline and capture your lips.
“Mmmm” You whimper at the kisses between you two, biting his bottom lip as erotica overtakes you and your previously stone cold senses. Yoongi slips away from your mouth, leaving you to pout when he goes back to your angelic neck to place nip upon nip across the plain. Hearing your whimpers tells him without words to sooth the pain with licks and kisses afterward. You struggle to grab at the last string of dignity you have, but you want him. For the past week, you’ve craved his attention, his touch, his cock. Now he’s willing, and you don’t want to push him away. “Fuck it.” You mumble, shoving his lips away from you violently, and causing his crazed eyes to open and meet your beseeching stare. The vie you previously held dear and over his head in now gone, evaporated into thin air. You bite your lip, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Yoongi,” You gulp, earning a nod from your lover who looks overly pleased with himself. “I want you to fuck me, hard. Just like I’ve wanted for the past week.” He smirks, game to please you and fulfill your wishes.
“I don’t know babygirl,” He teases, “Show Daddy how badly you want him.” He gestures to the bulge in his jeans, supplying you a next objective. You kiss him once, biting his lip and sucking it before pulling away with a stare that solidifies him to the fullest extent. Dismounting him, you lay on your stomach and reach up to unbuckle his belt. Yoongi stares down at you with anticipation that shows when he licks his lips, prodding his tongue against the opening. Impatient, Yoongi takes over once you free the belt from the loops built into his jeans, tossing it to the ground with a thump. You lean away when Yoongi moves to speed up the process, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking down the zipper quicker than you’ve ever seen him do before. Through a smile, you assist in pulling down the tight fabric, tugging his boxers with it only enough to free him from the straining confines he felt himself rutting against previously for access to you. Once freed, you run your hand over his length, Yoongi’s arms giving up their venture of removing his jeans. “Ahhh. Mmmf.” He moans, your warm hand providing ample relief from his discomfort. Your thumb flicks repeatedly over the swollen red head of his solid cock, spreading precum over his length as a means of lubrication.
Opening wide, you strategically dance your tongue across his slit which is already soaked in precum, redoubling the motions you performed with your thumb. Yoongi lets out a deep core rumbling groan, one so thick and inviting to the ears that it has you grinding into the bed, searching for relief of your own. Yoongi throws his large hands forward, one clawing at the bedsheets while the other tangles its fingers into your hair. He urges you forward with gentle--bordering forceful--pulls that order you to take him completely. Moving instinctively, You take in as much of your lover as your prepared to.
You’ve always loved going down on Yoongi, watching as he writhes in pleasure beneath your fingertips and warm mouth makes you yearn for him in ways no woman expects to yearn for a man, his effect on you nothing short of intoxicating. He’s truly a sight to behold both in and out of the bedroom, but like this? He’s ethereal.
“Ah fuck.” Yoongi bellows as you hollow out your cheeks, moving up his length to suck the sensitive tip with extra care. You can feel him start to twitch and pulse against your lips, his cock letting off a heat more intense when you deep throat him. “Babe I'm-” He’s cut off as his cum fills your mouth, the spurt of hot arousal coating the back of your throat, making you gag. Releasing his tight grip on your hair, you slip off him with a pop, about to swallow the cum resting in your mouth before Yoongi stops you when he grabs hold of your throat. “Let me see.” He grants you a lascivious smirk, one that tells you there’s no arguing him. He looks down at you, biting his lip before you finally open your mouth, displaying the shimmering white arousal pooling atop your tongue.
Yoongi whimpers, touching his thumb to your tongue which makes you automatically close your lips around him. “Swallow.” He urges, keeping his thumb placed firmly between your soft lips. You flutter your eyelashes, holding his wrist before doing as he says, swallowing hard. Yoongi watches your throat move with the motion, pushing down his arousal and making him smile. “Get up here.” The urgency in his voice is potent, demanding and proud. You crawl up to him, brushing his lips with yours softly before kissing him deeply, his tongue invading your mouth before you can protest. You push back against it, demanding the upper hand in your shared oral exchange. He doesn’t permit such easy victory though, overpowering your own tongue with his and eventually forcing you into submission and allow him to control the pace at which your mouths move. His hands hold your thighs, pulling at the muscle and eventually holding your ass in the palms of his hands. You moan into his mouth, provoking him to groan back and smile into the kiss, tugging you closer.
Breaking away, Yoongi pulls off his shirt, raising it over his head, and throwing it across the room. The second his brilliant pearlesque skin is exposed to the air your hands rove the surface, gliding palm and fingertip from his stomach up to his shoulders, using the leverage to pull him away from the headboard and into yet again another kiss, the only difference between this one and the last being the seriousness depicted on both your faces. Neither of you smile, laugh or smirk. Your breathing aligns and you separate in tune for an intake of oxygen before diving right back down to continue controlling the opposite with nothing other than your mouths.
Taking advantage of a separation to breathe, Yoongi dives away from your mouth to instead kiss up and down the length of your neck, tainting the skin with marks of love that you’re sure to see in the morning. Your hand subconsciously moves up and into Yoongi’s hair, striding through it and tugging when he moves even further down to kiss and nip at your collarbone, simultaneously reaching for and removing one of the straps supporting your wine colored babydoll.
“Y-Yoongi.” You plead, gulping and grinding into his crotch to emphasize the need for him to stop stalling. He looks up, meeting your shadowed eyes, the lids desperate to close in the search of pleasure. The succubus inside you is weak and shivering. She’s hungry for the kill, insatiable always but close to breaking now that you have been absent of cum for what feels like an eternity.
“Someone's impatient.” Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi’s hand has slipped between your bodies, underneath you and is now reaching for your covered cunt, sopping wet with arousal due to only the smallest of actions.
“Can you blame me?” You hum brief seconds before one of Yoongi’s fingers glides between your folds hiding behind panties begging to slip from you.
“Hah,” Yoongi hums, smirking as he watches you take your lip between your teeth and bite down softly, pushing the blood from the flesh and forcing it to pale. “Say pretty please.” He grins, licking the swollen muscle of his mouth with his tongue that you beg to have pressed to your most intimate of areas. You mewl at him, running your fingers through his hair as his digits glide over your bundle of nerves gathered at the very top of your pussy. He kisses your breast, sliding another finger between your folds as he waits to hear the soft beseeching chime of your voice. “Baby, just say pretty please, and the teasing will cease.” He’s playing games, but you couldn’t care less. You’re suffering, impoverished under his touch while he grins sardonically.
“Pretty please…” You whisper, leaning into the crook of his neck.
“Louder. I want the neighbors to hear.” Yoongi’s tone is saccharine, but his intent depicts a whole other form of demon...one persistent on wrecking your pursuit of hedonism. This demon fuels his sordid motions, your slickness starting to coat his digits despite the ever-present barrier that haunts you from between your bodies.
Once again, you grind down onto his fingers, reaching with your hips for his semi that shudders between you, and for a second your curious as to how Yoongi is even managing to keep up such a solid act...surely he must be just as eager to feel your squeeze around him as he descends into you. “Yoongi,” You call, lifting your head to look him in the eye. “Rip this babydoll off of me and tear a hole in my back from the inside out…pretty please.” You bat your eyelashes, sounding anything but innocent. Especially so when you bring it upon yourself to reach for his hard on and run your hand down the length once before letting go and meeting him between your legs, starting to rub circles into your clit.
Yoongi chuckles, ripping your hand from yourself to instead thrown you down onto the mattress splayed out behind you. “So demanding.” He coos, getting off the bed to removes the entirety of his jeans. “Take that off.” He cocks his head towards your babydoll, the one strap not even supporting what little of you isn’t spilling from the thin fabric. Grabbing the hem, you pull the babydoll skirt up and over your head. Yoongi grabs it from you while he climbs back onto the fluffy mattress, hovering himself over you and sitting back up with the babydoll in his hands. He throws the expensive article to the ground, the deep fabric joining his t-shirt which was discarded during your kissing escapade.
Yoongi leans back down, lifting your right leg and kissing down your calf to your inner thigh, earning heavy panting in response. Your hips rotate on their own, seeking a relief that no matter the build-up or how far you reach, ceases to show itself. “A-ah! Mmmf.” You whine when Yoongi continues kissing up your body instead of stopping and tearing off your panties. Your cunt is throbbing with need, you hadn’t felt this debilitated in what felt like eons, longer than just the week of drought that's seemingly coming to a halt. Its as if Yoongi is prime on killing you slowly due to your fervent need to be filled.
As your lover's lips arrive at your neck you're on the verge of tears, so frustrated that you almost start sobbing when Yoongi finally hints at a new horizon, a silver lining. “Do you want these lips elsewhere babygirl?” He whispers sensuously, daring you to rapidly nod, feeling so disheveled and lightheaded from just the idea. He smiles against your skin, fervently snaking himself back down your body and arriving at your panties. His breath is hot and impetuous, the feeling against your drenched panties forcing you to judder and move to escape the chills. Your head lolls from one side on the mattress to the other, the movements fueled by the judder you feel due to attempting to avoid the chills riding your nerves.
Moonlight seeps through the bedroom blinds, illuminating the whole room and making you look all the more appetizing to Yoongi. He’s suffering just as much as you are, but he’d never let his stoic mask slip and give you the power of knowing his regret when it comes to previously ignoring you. You’re beautiful, and Yoongi is so besotted with you that he can barely function. He’s now come to realize—as your hips rock in the hopes of brushing yourself against anything to provide pleasure—that stress had prevented him from feeling that blessing of an emotion all week, and now he’s witnessing the repercussions. Whipping the sappy feeling from his expression, he replaces it with lust, finally giving you the one thing you’ve begged for since earlier today.
Yoongi reaches for your panties, pulling them down and revealing your drenched cunt to the cool air of the bedroom. The veneer of your juices beckoning him forward the second the gleam shines in the moonlight. Delaying your pleasure once more, he raises the soaked panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and throwing his eyes open to meet your shimmering eyes. “Fuck, you should see yourself right now.” He smirks, the panties finding their assigned spot on the floor when Yoongi decides that enough is enough and you’ve more than earned the pure unbridled erotica mere seconds from unfolding beyond your eyes. Humming an agreement to his internal thoughts, he holds you at the outer thigh, wetting his lips and parking himself between your legs, running his hot tongue through your slit and forcing your hips down into the mattress as you try to move away from the overwhelming shockwave of lewd electricity that wrecks your nerves.
You cry out silently in pleasure, your mouth falling open but your vocal cords too strangled to produce any inkling of a sound. Yoongi’s tongue moves expertly through your folds, licking stripes from your throbbing entrance to your distended clit already swollen in preparation to throw you over a towering cliff of titillating euphoria. Your lover's assault has you worried how long you’ll last, you desperately plead with your expressions that you want more but you also beg for the pleasure to last longer. Yoongi’s tongue--knowing you inside and out--seeks out every one of your weak points. He holds your thighs open, pinning them in place as they shake and tremble beneath his experienced touch. Your orgasm, previously resting deep within you starts to rouse, flashing wave after powerful wave of ecstasy over you like an ocean current crashing during a storm. Your hands dig into the duvet of your bed, scrunching the thick material up under your desperate pulling. The pressure only escalates when Yoongi sucks your clit, sounds of sin filling the room and your ears, the sultry wet sounds of your slick coating the mass of Yoongi’s lips and tongue pushing you even further towards oblivion. “Don’t cum.” He demands from between your legs, the ludicrous order pulling a scoff from the deep caverns of your lungs which fill with large intakes of air as you pant and moan. “Don’t you dare.” The words crawl off Yoongi’s tongue in a hiss, your throat forcing a whine from the deep innermost workings. To your dismay, your orgasm scampers away as you attempt to obey Yoongi so you earn a reward.
“Ah! Yoongi please!” Due to your obeying, Yoongi grants you one long slim digit between your tight walls, prepping you with a vigor to placate your perturbation and earn your forgiveness once and for all. You throw your head back, arching your spine and smiling incredulously, suddenly thanking your control of forcing down your orgasm.
Yoongi’s prepping has thankfully pushed along preparation steps to an extent that allows another finger to join the first. Curling his fingers, Yoongi pulls you closer and closer to him with each burning motion his fingers perform. He pumps into you faster, the digits continuing to curl in a come-hither motion at your G-spot, the one place he always seems to find with ease. “Do you like the way my fingers play with you?” He whispers seductively, his eyes glued to the way you hold your one hand over your mouth as a means to prevent cries of pleasure from escaping. All you can do is pant as you see the white flash of your impending orgasm return more powerful than its counterpart that was forced to withdraw. You buck your hips into his hand, practically absorbing him with you as you chase the blinding climax. Yoongi curls his fingers once, twice, thrice more, helping you ride out that high that you’ve been craving and prolonging its livelihood. Your mouth is open wide, you pant and moan as he slides his fingers out of you, your eyes squeeze tightly shut as Yoongi caress’s your sopping folds before you hear him remove his digits and lick your juices from each of the long lean fingers.
“Mmm.” He murmurs. “What a thirsty pussy.” His words should make you feel embarrassed but you know he’s right...you want more and are still cantilevered off the edge of your last orgasm despite the obvious effect it had on your struggling libido.
“M-more.” You implore, brazenly circling your clit and causing a shockwave of overstimulation to reverberate off your stretched walls that are more than ready to be filled and used. You lift your fingers away from your distended bundle of nerves, brushing them across your bottom lip and tasting the same juices Yoongi loves to sop up and lick from his over talented mouth. Yoongi pauses to watch, removing his own fingers from the brim of his lips to instead reach between his legs and use your arousal as a form of lubrication as he begins to pleasure himself and take advantage of the live show he has splayed out in front of him.
As he strokes his shaft his eyes trail down your body, breasts exposed, panties pulled aside, and hair a hot mess he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He says it out loud rarely, but he loved you more than lyrics could ever explain. He could write a million and one songs about the joys of relationships or the hot steamy sex the two of you had, but no language could rightfully explain the beauty in which you basked in. It didn’t matter if the lyrics went on about what it was like to watch you walk around the house in a messy bun and sweats, or a tight dress with full makeup. Not even the most talented of songwriters could take your beauty and describe it in song. No artist could paint the emotions you made him feel. Even a photograph printed off the most expensive, most highly rated camera in the world couldn’t capture the pure bliss you gave off. Only Yoongi’s heart could ever experience that feeling of being enamored with you. You were his and he loved every inch of you. From your toes to the tip of your nose…you were the angel he always imagined spending the rest of his earthly days with.
Yoongi leans down to kiss just above your navel, sending an explosion of chills up your spine. “You’re mine.” His voice is raspy, low, and music to your ears. You lick your lips. Feeling as he taps your side, gesturing for you to flip onto your stomach, you do so, dropping your hand from your mouth to instead lay your hands over your head. A gasp escapes your lips as Yoongi’s palm comes down on you like a storm out of the clear blue sky. “Up.” He commands, giving your ass another quick pop, although one that's not nearly as intoxicatingly hard as the previous. Upon propping yourself up doggy-style, you wait for the tip of his cock to kiss at the entrance to your vagina, dripping with the need to be filled. As expected, not a minute too soon you feel him line himself up with your opening, pushing back your folds and trudging forward into the velvety warmth of your core.
The glorious pressure you’re all too familiar with—but have been without—builds in your lower body as he reaches the hilt. “Such a pretty pussy-” Yoongi grumbles, his voice raspy and full of promise. He moves slowly at first, causing you to sink your teeth into the plushness that is your bottom lip in impatient frustration. “I hope I don’t mess it up too badly~” He smirks, devious intent ever present on the surface of his tongue. As the last word passes his swollen lips, he thrusts deep, hitting your cervix before pulling back out with a cacophonous of ever pleasant sounds that make your ears ring in delight. You snap your head up and back, the tresses of hair occupying your scalp startled into being thrown against your shoulder blades.
Yoongi growls out a baritone moan, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he continues to thrust into the stretched but ever tight cavern of muscle between your legs. With his pleasure reaching new highs, he ends up thrusting hard enough to make you lose your balance, forcing your arms to buckle and your chest to hit the mattress. Nonetheless, Yoongi continues to pound into you, ignoring your collapse in pursuit of a lust so powerful it distracts from his average train of thought. Despite continuing to move, Yoongi still caresses your love handles adoringly as means to say “I’m still here, are you okay?”. Moaning his name proves to be enough for Yoongi when he pushes himself as far as he can into you and holding him there for a second longer than the last, his languid movements driving your inner succubus insane.
Then he stops, slipping out of you but placing a reassuring hand on your derrière which implores you to stay put. With his palm slipping from your behind, you feel Yoongi move, leaning towards one of the end tables where your phone lies on its charger. “Y-yoongi?” You stutter, questioning why he stopped with a turn of your head.
“Shh.” He shushes, unlocking your phone with his fingerprint and admiring the picture of him kissing you under the mistletoe just last year at the cheesy Christmas party everyone banded together to throw where you all drank cheap beer and got drunk off each others company. Then, remembering the task at hand and the idea he begs to try out, he opens your phone camera. “I want to remember this.” He answers your curious eyes, his irises meeting yours as he holds your phone and strokes his drenched length before climbing back onto the bed with you. “Now make some good noises for the camera babydoll.” Heat envelopes you as you suddenly feel both aroused and hesitant when Yoongi begins to film himself renter you. However, any hesitation is quickly subdued when he rips into you at an unwavering and malicious pace. You moan lowly, the cry of pleasure falling from your lips not only for the camera, but in approval for the man behind you. “Oh baby, you’re making such a mess down here.” Yoongi praises, admiring how his cock slips in and out of you with ease, your cunt making the most utterly pleasing lewd sounds he’s ever heard.
“Harder Yoongi! Harder!” You recoil, begging in beguiling tones of voice.that have even Yoongi raising his eyebrows. Giving you what you want, Yoongi moves the phone from his right hand to his left, reaching forward and bundling up a bunch of your hair to use as leverage, yanking the makeshift handle towards him and pulling himself forward. He leans down and kisses between the two gorgeous dimples at the base of your spine, the camera moving to capture every little detail of your sensual lovemaking.
“Shit-” Yoongi slurs, squinting before slowing his pace to get out a sentence without struggling, “I’m close, turn over so I can see that pretty face of yours when I make you cum with me.” You nod, moving forward and off of Yoongi’s length before he helps you turn you over onto your back with your legs spread. Relaxing your rather tensed muscles, your previously bowed back eases into the plush surface of your shared bed. “Smile~” He coos, his uttered words half a joke and half an order when he moves the camera into your profile, your eyes blown out with pleasure and your mouth letting out pant after pant as you look into the cameras dark lense. A smile greets the reflection of the smooth glass, faltering only when Yoongi realigns himself and thrusts back into you with a chorus of telltale wet sounds that inform you of the wrecked state Yoongi has you in.
As the in and out motion continues to flow between you like a well-oiled machine, you flutter your eyes open to look at Yoongi’s sweaty face. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched, and yet he still looks so breathtaking. How someone can be so bewitchingly handsome is beyond your realm of knowledge. The phone in his hand has begun to tilt as he’s drawn away from keeping the footage anywhere in the area of well filmed. Taking it upon yourself post moaning, you reach upwards and pluck the device from his sweaty hand. His eyes open in a near panic, but they settle once realization sets in. Holding the camera on him, you reach up and touch his face, instilling a new brand of energy that has Yoongi feeling alive all over again.
“Didn’t I say-” He chokes, feeling you intentionally squeeze your walls around him to provoke a reaction for the camera. “I want to record your lewd face when you cum, not mine!” He bellows, looking into the camera where he knows you’re staring. You smile and whimper when Yoongi snaps his hips into yours much harder than the previous times. He bows to kiss you, his soft plump lips brushing against your own and distracting you from gripping the phone tight enough to keep it from slipping. As Yoongi's tongue grazes yours he continues to gradually increase his speed. You moan deep within your throat, dropping the cell phone and allowing your hands to trail their way upwards from Yoongi’s cheek to his hair, pulling at the pastel strands.
“Yoongi! Fuck!” You growl, starting to repeat his name like a mantra, yelling out a series of agreeing terms that has Yoongi humming in delight. The purr in his throat only lasts so long though, as your nails dig into the sinew of his shoulder blades and scratch down the pale skin.
“Cum baby-” His pace increases, pounding into you harder and harder. “Cum all over my cock….show me that high you’ve been begging for.” He smirks, a dexterous set of actions following the dirty chimes that come spewing from his gummy smirk. You recycle his words in your head, one after the other. Replaying his dirty look and the way he clicked his tongue after saying it.
You rapidly nod, throwing your hand away from him to instead bite down on the fleshy part of your thumb, “You too, cum inside~” You lean upwards, biting on his earlobe and whispering in his ear. Yoongi only growls in response, pulling himself out to the head only to descend right back into you at a rate that has tears manifesting in the corners of your eyes. “Aah! Shit!” You groan, falling back down to meet the mattress. Yoongi smiles at the reaction he pulls from you, caressing your cheek before biting the inside of his own.
“Watch as I pour inside of you.” He roars, reaching down and holding your breast before pulling and slapping the flesh as you stare down between your preparation graced bodies. Moaning from the sting around your areola, you squeeze your eyes shut before inhaling as Yoongi massages away the pain. “Quick baby, watch.” The sight alone makes your walls clench tighter around Yoongi’s cock. He swallows hard, exhaling out of his nose in response to the overwhelming pressure. Eventually, he leans down and kisses your forehead, never slowing his pace. The buildup that seemed to have lasted years finally breaks off in the form of the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever felt rip through you. Your walls clench and spasm, your back bowing into the bed in utter erotica and burning satisfaction so strong you’re sad to feel it starting to leave your body.
“Fuck.” Yoongi snaps. It’s only seconds after your own climax that his own all-powerful orgasm spills from his nerves, his continuing thrusts prolong both your initial climax and his.
He sporadically thrusts into you, attempting to squeeze every last drop from his length and spreading it against your warm walls that keep him squeezed inside you. Both of you melt, reveling in the feeling of skin on skin as Yoongi finds himself unable to hold himself upright due to the exhaustion that suddenly hits him. Yoongi’s soft—yet sweaty—hair brushes over your exposed shoulder like a thousand sweet butterfly kisses. This may as well have been the longest week of your life...zero contact...zero love shown and you are more than glad to have it done and over with.
Your mouth falls agape when speaking finally becomes a possibility after recovering from the mental toll this past fucking has taken on you. However, Yoongi beats you to it.
“I’m sorry babydoll.” He sits up and slides out of you, his softening member covered in his own seed and your juices that have mingled since your simultaneous undoings. “I shouldn’t have neglected you like I did.” His look of sorrow is utterly heart wrenching…however, he said this same thing the last time you two went through an unintentional dry spell, and that's the last thing you want to happen again. You need to install a preventative software in that big brain of his. So, you hatch a plan.
Feeling devious, you grab your phone that lies next to you and hold it up to Yoongi’s face. It has been recording nonstop since Yoongi pressed the button at the base of the phone, and you want to make sure you get this on film. “Maybe this will help for when you think leaving me without a good fucking for weeks on end is a safe decision.” You zoom in on his sweat crested features, feeling as his cum starts to coat the interior of your thighs as your walls start to force it from them with each tense of your core muscles. “Jungkook he…offered his help. Not to mention that Taehyung seemed pretty enthralled with the idea of subduing my growing neediness.” Yoongi’s expression darkens as he examines the features of your face and attempts to figure out the point of this short analogy. “That being said, if you neglect me again-” You lick your lips. “I’m sure any of the other guys would be willing to help me out instead.” His breath hitches, and upon glancing down, you see that the ire bubbling inside him has returned to a glaciated state.
Whispering in a tone of voice so deep and thick, Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, and his hand comes up to steal the camera from you in a swift motion that has you jumping. “Is that so?” He growls, dropping his voice a couple octaves. You continue to smile, entirely proud of setting him off and instilling a new idea for him to ponder after neglecting you for too long. Your cockiness only grows when the precise actions you were hoping for take place. “It seems that i’m going to have to fuck that very idea out of you.” Without a sliver of hesitation, Yoongi grabs you by the waist, disregarding the recording and instead sweeping you clean off the beds surface and into his arms. “Is Sir mad?” You tease, noticing his twitching eyebrow as he continues his course to the bathroom with heavy steps.
“Furious.” He opens the door with his elbow, spinning before entering the dark room.
You watch as Yoongi turns on the light, his face fully visible once more. “Should I be scared…?” You tense around Yoongi as his hands hold you at the asscheeks.
The air’s gone frigid, but you're hot. Your blood is boiling in the way ones does when aroused. “You tell me.” Yoongi’s eyes have blown out to pull in every strand of light and lust that surrounds the air close by. He places you in front of the sinks, your asscheeks hitting the cool granite countertop when Yoongi backs you up. “You’re going to stand there and face straight until I tell you otherwise. Do we understand each other?” Nodding, you link your fingers in front of you, pressing your palms to your lower abdomen as you feel the warmth between your legs become unbearable. Even simple tasks such as choking down a measly whimper is becoming increasingly difficult for you to uphold.
You watch closely as Yoongi opens the large glass door to the shower and feel the water to test its temperature. When satisfied he walks back over to you, lust coating his features and enthralling yours. With eyes deeper than the depths of every ocean, Yoongi looks deep into your ever gleaming eyes. He caresses your cheek softly, a glimpse of his soft side coming through for only a brief second in time. “I’m going to be rough with you.” He smirks, whispering and allowing the dominant and possessive side of him to flood his being and come out to play.
You bite your lip, “So be rough with me.” You gulp, digging your fingernails into the countertop before grabs you by the waist, spinning you to face the obfuscated mirror that continues to fog due to the steam that rises and escapes through the shower. Placing a hand between your shoulder blades, he pushes you down and forces you to lean over the cool stone. Your breasts push into the granite, causing you to shiver, your nipples standing erect against the stone that feels like ice.
With you in position, Yoongi takes it upon himself to glide two of his strong piano playing fingers down the length of your spine. The light touch causing goosebumps to form across your skin. However, this soft touch is not what Yoongi has in mind. He distracted you to divert your attention from the motion he really has been gearing up to put in play. At the perfect moment where you bite your lip, he rams inside of you, causing a jolt of painful pleasure to ricochet off your nerves.
Without giving you a second to breathe, he grabs a fistful of hair with the hand that was just lightly touching you, and yanks you towards him. Tears well up in your eyes as Yoongi mercifully pounds into your cervix. You must’ve really pissed him off for him to be so rough with you. You had no idea he even had this pent-up energy inside him after the steamy exchange that took place just in the other room. Unlike the session in the bedroom, little to no words are exchanged as he mercifully fucks the hell out of you from behind, only a chorus of high pitched cries of pleasure that pour from your lungs.
It isn’t until your inevitable orgasm comes into view that Yoongi finally pipes up.
“They could never love you the way I do.” He’s stern and forceful. A thrust causing his hip bones to grind against your ass. Listening to his words makes you want to deny that little remark, force him to teach you a lesson. On the other hand, the woman that loves him wants to reassure that he’s the only man-made for her. Your lungs prove to be as little help as your brain when you can only settle with moaning in response, giving him the assurance that you know he’s right. “Let alone fuck you the way I do.” He’s right. Until Yoongi met you-you had never been fucked so hard or so eloquently.
When you look back at it, your previous boyfriends obviously had no idea what they were doing. None of them even stand on the same playing field as the man holding you now.
Yoongi admitted to imagining what he’d do to you after making your acquaintance at a fan meeting years ago. At the time the group hadn’t broken it big so the fanbase was still in its toddler stages, diapers and all. Even so, the boys were more than popular with the ladies…Yoongi knew this and yet he kissed the top of your hand and whispered sweet things in your ear from across the three-foot-wide table. Both actions were things the boys usually refrained from performing to prevent jealousy amongst other fans or to cause drama. Little did you know, the entire gesture of kissing your hand was his way of slipping a note between your fingers, one that concealed a place to meet him the next day. It felt like a fairy tale. However, the love making the two of you later pursued was the real magic that had you sucked in. The crabby prince and the soft-hearted princess.
Who knew they’d make such an innate couple?
Your blinding climax rips the memory from your grasp. Your eyesight taken by the power of it. You press your forehead to the counter, chin tucked in towards you, panting out moan after moan. Music to Yoongi’s ears. Hearing you pant and groan tells your lover to increase the speed of his thrusts in order to prolong your climax. The movements do just that, ripping another wave of your orgasm right through you, this one even more powerful than the last. You judder under his thrusts, your walls feeling almost numb due to the amount of friction and nerve action that courses through you with every languid moment Yoongi conjures. If it weren’t for his hand on your hip you’re certain you would’ve buckled to the floor.
You exhale sharply, feeling thoroughly used and fucked to the finest extent. Yoongi, upon cumming himself, stops his movements and slides out of you, watching with a lascivious smirk as his cum trickles out of your opening and drips down towards the floor.
You’ve never felt so…full.
Twice has Yoongi cum inside you since arriving home. There’s something strange however, you have yet to move from the counter, holding it in a death grip as your chest heaves and your eyelashes flutter as you come down from the heavens as you continue to replay the seductive scene in your head. Removing you from your daydream, Yoongi places his Elvin-like hand to the back of your neck lovingly, pulling you up slowly so your back is pressed against his chest. As thanks, he ravages your neck, covering the scale of it in kisses and love bites that have you feeling weaker in the knees than you already are. In the heat of the moment your hand hooks around the back of his neck, your fingers massaging into his scalp.
“We should clean you up.” He whispers through kisses, leaving a hickey in place of the last kiss that was placed anew a twin just below your jawline.
It's then that you can tell, as Yoongi’s arms leave you and you fall back towards the counter, looking for support. “Yoongi...” You trail off, attracting the attention of your significant other who hums in response. You wipe away a patch of condensation in the mirror, looking into it to find Yoongi staring right back, reading himself to hear whatever it is your about to say. “I-I can’t feel my legs.” His serious face melts into one harboring an expression meant to house a laugh, a sound that escapes him once he realizes that you really can’t manage to walk more than a foot before crumbling under the soreness left in Yoongi’s wake. A reminder for the few hours at least.
Leaning towards you, Yoongi whispers, “I told you none of them can fuck you like I can.” He kisses the nape of your neck, grabbing both your hips to help support you. With Yoongi guiding you, you spin to face him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and raise you to rest your ass on the counter. A gush of the seed inside you starting to seep from your opening due to the sudden movement. “We’ll have to clean you up this way first.” He licks his lips and spreads your legs, revealing your cum covered core, a sort of pride seeping from Yoongi as he spies the way it coats you suitably. Overstimulation is something you’ve started to drown in, your clitoris’ sensitivity soaring to new heights as Yoongi’s tongue brushes against your opening. The muscle pushes into you, exiting with a mouthful of cum and your juices.
“Mm.” Yoongi groans, spitting into the sink to your left. “I really packed it in you huh?” He kisses your knee, leaning back into a squatting position. “Want to try standing?” You give him a reluctant nod, leaving the countertop by throwing your weight over Yoongi’s shoulders, one hand on each side. Your relieved to find that most feeling in your legs has returned. After finding your balance and only relying on Yoongi as a just in case option, you look up to find that Yoongi’s soft eyes have returned, love filling them to the brim. You slide your hands off his shoulders and cup both his cheeks, giving them a quick little smoosh to make him look like a fish. He laughs through his nose and grabs your one hand, starting to walk towards the hot shower which has steamed up the entire bathroom since first entering.
“Let me finish what I started.” He sends you a soft smile, leaving you confused and conflicted. His soft nose wrinkles with the smile but his jawline remains sharp enough to pierce through solid steel. You’re completely and utterly besotted. Perhaps its the hormones in your body that still lie on high alert that has you feeling so magnetically drawn towards him at this very moment in time. Then again, maybe you’re just happy to have your Yoongi back. He obviously notices your staring and can tell your thinking hard because his eyebrows furrow and he smiles again. He pulls you into him and lands a soft, tender kiss on your lips. “So, have we learned our lesson?” He smirks again, the lust lightly invading the mass of his eyes for what you hope is the last time…to be frank you aren’t sure if your body can take much more of a beating. Recovering from an orgasm takes time…cumming twice only doubled your initial sensitivity.
Yoongi leads you into the shower, allowing you to step in first before following closely behind. You look at him upon pressing your now damp back against the tiled wall, the water being the only barrier between the two of you. You nod, “Have you?” He gnaws on his bottom lip, rocking his head back and forth slightly.
“Oh, I won't dare ignore you again. I’ve learned to cherish whats mine…the last thing I want is another man to touch you, let alone one of the members.” He finally enters the shower, drenching his pastel blue locks under the hot water. Droplets travel down his fit yet lean body, cascading his strong shoulders and his hip bones. Yoongi may not be the strongest or most physically fit man you’ve ever laid eyes on, but that doesn't stop him from looking absolutely ethereal in his own way. Joining your eyes, your hands begin to roam Yoongi’s body. It takes you by surprise when he reaches behind him and grabs your ass, pulling you under the water with him and flesh against his chest.
He captures your lips, the motion slow and intimate when compared to the ferocity of his previous kisses that demanded to overrule and steer the flow of not only his, but your motions as well. Behind closed doors, you’re the couple that’s cuddly, lovey-dovey, and sarcastic. When in the open, Yoongi becomes distant and afraid to show you off to the world. Sometimes, that mindset seeps into your home life and as a result…festers into a dry spell that you somehow need to overcome.
Boy, will you need to thank the guys for their advice later…and yes, you’ll treat them to dinner. With Yoongi’s credit card of course.
Summary: (y/n) finds herself in a very unusual situation where her fate seems to be woven with Hades himself, who’s too much of a jerk for her to even admit that sure okay he’s kind of really good looking.
Pairing: Hades!Yoongi x reader
Warnings: none for now other than some cussing and mentions of a chamberpot and my small love speech to Sojourner Truth
Chapters: one two three
Your 21st birthday had so far been incredibly uneventful. You had spent too much time trying to power your way through piles of essays and had little interest in drinking the night away unless it was with a painfully strong coffee that might actually help you get through all of the homework. Your birthdays were always relatively uneventful. Perhaps that was your fault, you were too absorbed in school and work at this point in your life to try to make functioning relationships, platonic or otherwise. Even as a child friendship had been a difficult achievement and birthdays were usually just a painful reminder of that. The only thing that ever stood out about your birthday was the flowers you received every year at midnight. A gorgeous arrangement of lilies, with no card and no name, appeared on the doorstep of wherever you lived every year like clockwork after you turned 13. At first, you had guessed it was your parents, but even they seemed to be perplexed at who it was. Your next guess was your grandmother who owned a small flower shop, but upon explaining the flowers to her on your 14th birthday she looked alarmed and said she would never give you flowers that symbolized death. As a teenager the flowers haunted you, you were constantly trying to catch who it was that left them but never saw a single person leave them behind. As an adult, you just welcomed that someone out there wanted to leave you a present, even if you would be too busy editing your fifth essay this week to actually give it much thought this time.
After what felt like decades you reread your most recent edits and cracked your knuckles. It was decent, it wasn't groundbreaking work by any means however creating something groundbreaking about a piece as famous as "Ain't I Woman" wasn't about to happen, the more important thing to you at this point was editing the essay so it didn't seem like you were only writing a worship piece dedicated to Sojourner Truth which turned out to be far more difficult than previously predicted as you found yourself constantly trying to stay on topic rather than rant for pages about the beauty of how unplanned the speech was, how it encompassed everything still wrong with society today, how the woman was so bad ass she literally walked away from slavery. Literally, she walked away, she didn't even run. As your eyes tried to skim towards the end you found the weight of the night finally hitting your mind and body, a deep lethargy sweeping over you. The last thought you had was a reminder that you needed to finish preparing for your presentation of Mary Wollstonecraft before succumbing to sleep.
You weren't sure where you were or what was going on. All you knew is that you had fallen asleep on a mountain of homework with "A Vindication of the Rights of Women" as a makeshift pillow on your desk and now you seemed to be in a very strange dream in a very strange place and to top that off you were having a far too realistic dream where you woke up with-in the dream, yes that's exactly what had to be happening because the room before your eyes was completely new to you. The bed you lay in felt like something straight out of a five star hotel, the sheets where the smoothest black silk and the blankets were of the most gorgeous fur you had ever seen (faux you hoped quickly) and there were four posters with a canopy of black and gold mesh-like material, that upon touch felt also luxuriously soft and far too real for your liking. A feeling of anxiety began to bubble inside you as you opened up the canopy and walked slowly through the room. There was black and gold everywhere, and the room was larger than the entirety of the two bedroom apartment you shared with three other roommates. A grand ornate mirror stood on the floor, the length running up almost halfway to what had to be at least thirty feet ceilings (although judging the size and height of things had never been your strong suit) and oh good god was that a gold chamberpot?????? A CHAMBERPOT?
"Note to self, stop drinking so much caffeine my dreams are getting really fucking weird." The words came out as a whisper but echoed through the room. At that same time you heard other noises, other people speaking. In the distance, you could hear someone saying something similar to "a girl! No no no a human!! You're sure you sensed that in your room? But how????" Moments later an ornately carved wooden door that you somehow hadn't noticed burst open and two men tumbled in.
"How did she get in here Jungkook?" The shorter of the two asked the younger man, his eyes staring into yours for just a second before looking back at his companion. Even in your dreams people ignored you and were assholes, you really needed to do something other than study when you woke up. Maybe actually try talking to someone in your class, or joining a gym and try to strike up a conversation with the least pretentious person there.
"How am I supposed to know? I only came to visit you because I thought Persephone ran away again, this place gives me the creeps." The younger of the two looked down at his feet as he spoke, while at first he was annoyed now he seemed to be...intimidated almost?
"Well she's clearly not here and we clearly have a problem that there is a human here and she's alive and she seems to have just appeared, there is no sign of an intrusion and I have felt no presence other than your own come in through the entrance." With that, the more intimidating man started to walk closer to you. "Who are you girl?" Again you couldn't help to want to analyze the simultaneously lazy and commanding presence of his.
You didn't answer quickly, instead, you took time to inspect him. While you might be having a very bizarre dream and the guy did seem to be a bit of an asshole you must admit he was good looking. 'The good looking ones are usually assholes' you thought to yourself. He was short, and from what you could tell under his black robe (oh great my dream is taking a weird cult turn, I knew I shouldn't have tried to do my alternative religion studies so late at night after watching true crime documentaries yesterday) he seemed to be very slim, his face was almost cute if it weren't for the sharp look in his eyes and the tight clench in his jaw forming a formidable scowl. As your eyes traced over his features you heard the other boy (Jungkook he called him) say "Do you think she's deaf??"
"Quiet Jungkook. Girl, I asked you a question. What is your name?" His voice was slightly louder this time, slightly deeper from agitation.
"You're kind of an ass, how about asking nicely?" The words tumbled out before you could think and you found yourself growing red as Jungkook began to shake with laughter and kept repeating, "oh my gods she called you an ass Yoongi, an ass!"
'Ah so Yoongi is his name...' you looked back and forth between the two, your face growing hot yet again as you realized that Yoongi hadn't broken his gaze from you even under the commotion of his friend. "My name is (y/n), and I take it you are Yoongi...so tell me Yoongi, where am I dreaming that I am? I don't believe I've ever seen this place, I'm pretty sure I'd remember a gold chamberpot."
His eyes narrowed and Yoongi stepped closer, his breath fanning over your face. It felt like we stood in a staring match for ages, both of us too stubborn to lose before finally Jungkook stopped laughing and said, "You don't realize you're in Hades? Good gods, how did you even get here?"
That was enough to break your staring match as you looked over at the younger boy, "What? I'm dreaming that I'm in Hades? The ancient Greek underworld?"
"Ancient? Perhaps to you humans, yes perhaps it could be called ancient. Speaking of humans I don't believe I gave you permission to call me by that name, to you humans I am Hades." Yoongi didn't even blink or move away from you, his words shook with a quiet anger, his near whisper feeling more like a yell. At first, you felt small under his tone, uncomfortable under his gaze as confusion washed over you. The dream felt so bizarre and so unusual, but you couldn't help the gnawing anxious voice in the back of your head telling you that this wasn't a dream and that you were somehow standing in front of a mythological figure while the logical voice in your head was also saying that there is no logical way any god is real, that there is no possible way you were in anything but a dream.
The logical side of the argument waring within your head began to win out and mustering up some confidence you looked straight at Yoongi (or Hades or dream dude) and said, "Aren't you a little short to be the 'terrifying' god of the underworld? Also a little...young?"
Once again Jungkook howled with laughter, tears running down his face as he chortled out "short ohhhhhh my gooooodsssss. I like her! I say she should stay, this is great! Short!!! She called you short!"
To your surprise, Yoongi began to match your smirk and he moved his lips right to your ear before whispering, "While I want to appreciate how feisty you are, I more appreciate how much of an idiot you are for laughing at the face of death and its god. I could kill you, I could take your soul, I could devour it and ensure that your soul would never enter another body again."
You refused to show fear, you refused to shake in front of him. Even in this idiotic dream, you were just as stubborn as you were in real life. While your insides twisted with fear and anxiety bubbled up in your throat you steeled yourself to show none of that on your face. "Well, Hades" you spat out his name and gave a long pause before continuing, trying to match his lazy pace, "if this isn't a dream, and you are truly the god of the underworld then isn't it best to get me back to the world of the living? I have a presentation that I don't want to miss, I've been working my ass off and it's worth half my entire grade. So chop chop, lets get to it, big boy." You're not sure how but you managed to say all of that with confidence, not even a slight waver in your voice.
Yoongi stared back at you for some time before turning around and walking towards the door. "Fine, we'll go to the fates and see what's going on and see if you don't truly know how you got here or if you’re hiding something."
As you rushed to follow his fast pace Jungkook took stride in the middle of the two of you. "I'm coming with, this is by far more entertaining than anything else I could do." Jungkook had a smile plastered on his face, still wiping tears from his eyes as he spoke.
You’re not sure why but you found comfort in that. While you didn't know the young man at all you found his presence far lighter and far more comforting than Hades’. Yoongi had this energy to him, a presence that felt overwhelming at times and a voice that encompassed this quiet power that lay in an angry bubble just below the surface. The entire time you walked you tried to mentally tell yourself to wake up and wrapped up in your thoughts you found yourself walking straight into Yoongi's back. Blinking you realized that Yoongi was sitting in a boat already and that Yoongi was waiting for you to step in. After taking a cautious step in you sat down next to Jungkook (to ensure you wouldn't have to sit next to Hades) and began to look around. Hades was unlike not only anything you had ever seen but unlike anything you would imagine it to be. What you assumed to be the Styx river was stunning, the waters changed colors constantly, from light lilacs to blood reds and brilliant greens to soft yellows and inky blacks. It was also covered with the most beautiful lilies you had ever seen. You began to reach out to touch on before Hades grabbed your hand.
"Do not touch the water girl, the souls will try to attach themselves to you and trying to remove them is a very painful and often fatal endeavor." His voice sounded almost soft, almost caring. Yoongi looked wistfully at the water as you finally spoke.
"Lilies...every year I receive Lilies on my birthday and I'm sorry to say that today I didn't even check to see if I received them." Your voice came out in a dreamy whisper as if saying it too loud would mean that would break the spell of the unknown lilies that you treasured.
"You...I..."Yoongi seemed at a loss for words, his mind clearly confused by this statement. "You couldn't be..."
"Oh look Yoongs, we're already at the entrance. Hey, do you think you can transport all of us to the fates? They never seem to want to let me in. Crazy old bats." Both Yoongi and you were forced out of your thoughts by Jungkook, and you realized that indeed the boat had stopped at a sandy shore in front of a dark entrance where candles floated in mid-air.
Before you could even step out of the boat you felt a cold hand grab a hold of your shoulder and in just a blink of an eye, you found yourself standing in front of three very strange looking old women.
"Ah yes, we knew you'd come Hades!" The one on the left chirped as the one in the middle said, "You must surely remember!" The one on the right finished with, "You, after all, set this fate in motion!"
Your mind tried to take in everything. You weren't sure how you got here, or where here was (yet again.) The women in front of you looked exactly like cartoon witches, in black robes and bristly long white hair with a mad glint in their foggy eyes.
Yoongi stepped in front. "Fates, I'm not sure how...but this girl found herself in my sleeping chambers. I came to you because I assume you can explain how her fate is woven into the underworld or if this is just some elaborate prank by Zeus..."
You chose to remain silent instead of trying to add to the conversation, you were still trying to understand what exactly was going on. You couldn't help but think of the cartoon fates in Hercules and worked hard to stifle the laugh that was trying to bubble out as you gazed at the three old women in front of you.
"Why surely you remember!" Again they spoke from left to right, apparently one of the three could not speak for them all, again the image of the Disney movie lurked in your mind's eye. "Why you promised!" "Why you chose to wove this fate!" And then they circled back to the furthest on the left. "Why you saved that woman's boy." "You took her up on her offer that you would wed the woman's firstborn daughter" "And in exchange, you broke the taboo and let the boy live!" "Surely you remember." "After all" "We know of the lilies you send!"
"You...you sent the lilies?" Your voice came out soft, you sounded almost childlike as you thought back to the first time you received the lilies when you were just ten.
"I...I didn't know I was sending them to you, I just asked Hermes to send them..."Yoongi sounded startled and even slightly embarrassed almost, like a small child who's been caught in the act.
"I don't understand...how could you send them to me without knowing my name? And what do they mean save the son? My mother has no boys I have no brothers, I’m an only child. And...DID THEY SAY MARRY??? OH MY GOD THIS ISN'T A FUCKING DREAM AT ALL IS IT? I...I...I...ohh nooo my presentation!!!" You started hyperventilating as you continued speaking, the air around you felt dizzyingly hot and stuffy and the walls felt like they were closing in. If it's possible to feel exactly like a phone that's been submerged in water that is the exactly how your brain felt. Jungkook suddenly appeared next to you (or perhaps in the midst of everything you just hadn't noticed that he had been there the whole time, you really weren't sure) and tried to soothe you by rubbing the back of your neck. Yoongi looked both bewildered and...perhaps angry or jealous (or maybe you just secretly hoped that, but you really didn't want to try to analyze what you felt for Hades at that moment) as he watched the scene before him.
Once you managed to finally slow your breathing to a steady pace Yoongi said so quietly you could barely hear him, "I will answer all of your questions in time, but you need rest." And suddenly you found yourself as you had just hours ago slipping into another deep sleep without any warning at all.
alksdjf so this felt like a rushed mess? Sorry, this is actually my first fanfic and I haven’t tried writing anything fiction in ages but this idea just popped into my head and I figured I should just...go with it? Anywho this chapter is more like a prologue, I’ll try to update soon and I’m sorry if it’s just a hot mess, but I do hope you enjoyed this!
Also, fun fact, I once had to do a 12 slide presentation on Sojourner Truth and to this day I have never done another assignment that I loved more than that one and just as a reminder Ms. Truth actually had a Dutch accent as Dutch was her first language, in fact she was a slave in New York not the south so southern accents aren’t accurate in the slightest.
You're in bed, reading this super interesting book. The clock on your bedside table read 2.15 AM the only light in the room coming from your bedside lamp. You were waiting for yoongi to return from practice and got bored and decided to pick up one your many books out of your collection and now you just can't keep it down it's so well written.
You hear the front door slam and you figured it must be yoongi as he's the only one with the key. You wait for him to come in instead of going out to meet him, the book just got a major plot twist and you don't want to stop reading.
The room door opens and in comes rushing yoongi only in his boxers, takes the book from your hand throws it away decides to jump on you and bury his face in your neck and promptly falls asleep.
Your mouth is open for 2 mins trying to process what just happened and then you exclaim " yoongi!!!! "
He puts his Hand on your face and says sleeply in your neck " sushh I'm slweeping "
"Do I look like a pillow to you ?!?!??! "
He lifts his head from the crook of your neck and snuggles in your breasts " yes, very soft and squishy pillow " gives you a dazzling smile and goes back to sleep
You melt and decide that you'll scold him in the morning, switch off the lamp, get comfortable and fall asleep with him on top of you.
