Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.
◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇
The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior
◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇
Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha
(Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)
◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇
This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.
◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇
Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.
Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.
There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).
◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇
You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.
◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇
This is a super casual project.
Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.
Novel format without narration (full dialogs).
There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.
There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.
Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.
Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.
To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.
Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.
I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work
◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇
No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.
I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!
◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇
hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace
-> this is a growing list of comfort fics with Yoongi that I would like to save. more to be added. a massive thank you to the wonderful authors who put in time and effort and love into these fics. I hope others who find this list can be comforted as well <3
this list includes my personal comfort fics and those submitted by moots and followers. to the authors on this list, your fic is included because someone somewhere was comforted reading it. your story had an impact and they remembered it out of thousands of stories. thank you for writing.
comfort fics mlist
Under 1K
I want you to be happy @taetaespeaches | anxiety comfort, fluff, under 1K
There will be better days @yoongis-scooter | depression comfort, fluff, under 1K
Man of many talents @sevenpersona | domestic comfort, fluff, no wc
Making out with Yoongi in the kitchen @parkdatjimin | domestic comfort, fluff, no wc
In the morning @aamalaaa | domestic comfort, fluff, under 1K
Eeee thank you so much for including ‘The Sweetest Thing’ on such a lovely list!! Knowing that it’s on this list and brings someone comfort makes my insides melt (and makes me want to cry a little). 💜
min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear.
he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.
pairing: yoongi x f!reader / word count: 14.3k / genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers
warnings/etc: hitman!yoongi. black market dealer/gunsmith!reader. cursing/explicit language. whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise. mentions of injury/violence. minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic). brief hurt/comfort. reader has tattoos. sexually explicit content. oral; fingering; multiple orgasms; overstimulation (f). unprotected sex (please take the necessary precautions irl). rough sex?. choking. creampie. brief mention of aftercare. I think that’s everything but please lmk if I missed any!
a/n: thank you SO MUCH to both @hobi-gif and @morndas for beta reading this and being so supportive, ily both so much and I owe you my life 🤧💕 as always what was meant to be a short fic turned into a huge one. also this is technically for my 1.1k milestone but it’s a billion years late, oops!
Yoongi really doesn’t like you.
You’re loud. Cocky. Arrogant. You needle him all the time, dig your fingernails in and squeeze, revelling in the way he sets his jaw, the muted spark of irritation in his eyes. You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head, throw it back whenever you laugh and reveal the easing column of your throat, dragging each interaction out with a kind of sadistic pleasure that has him gritting his teeth. Because you love annoying him, getting under his skin, tapping your fingers against the soft swell of your bottom lip as you eye him up, taking your time before you speak.
Infuriating. You’re infuriating and you know it.
It’s unfortunate, really, because you’re unavoidable.
Jungkook had asked, once, why Yoongi doesn’t just go elsewhere. They’re more than familiar with the underbelly of this heaving city, underneath all the neon lights and shimmering holograms and towering skyscrapers and legal tech; the scuttling seams of back alley traders and illegal goods, tech or otherwise. There are plenty of black market dealers, after all, plenty of other vendors he could go to to get the equipment he wants. Plenty of other skilled crafters, artificers, artisans, people who would be more than happy to create the things that Yoongi asks for, that he needs. People who can get their hands on anything you want. For a price.
Yoongi’s answer had been short and succinct.
“She’s the best there is,” he’d said, and that had been that.
I read horny Yoongi and i am absolutely fascinated by it, could you maybe do horny namjoon? Please?
Horny Joon? Horny Joon. Warning for nsfw/18+ content!
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Namjoon’s usually a soft cute cuddly dude with a chill demeanor. However, when he’s turned on… It’s a different story.
He’s is going to be very obvious about how horny he is with you. He’s not going to hide it from you, he never does. Instead, he’s going to seek you out.
Namjoon’s surprisingly intense. Towering over you, voice deep and gravely, eyes heavy with lust as they roam over your body hungrily.
The time of day doesn’t matter, he’ll pound you into the bed in the morning, in the afternoon, deep into the night, whenever you’re game honestly.
The place also doesn’t matter. In your bedroom, the kitchen, the practice room… or even his studio.
Namjoon will call you over after finishing his track, leaning back in the chair, cock clearly straining against his sweats. It doesn’t take much for you to drop to your knees, ready to suck the life out of him.
If he’s able, he’ll hold you in place and fuck up into your mouth, loving the way his cock feels in your throat as he goes deeper. The man loves a food sloppy blowjob.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock all the way into the back of your throat. Think you can take more?”
He knows the sweats drive you wild though, so after he’ll have you climb up into his lap, legs situated in either side of his thighs… And he’ll have you grind against him.
Namjoon will play with your tits as you do so, satisfied smile on his face as he slowly tweaks at your nipples, enjoying the view of you coming undone just from a simple touch. The little wet patch on the cloth of his pants is an added bonus.
If he thinks you’ve been teased enough, he’ll finally slide your panties off and have you ride him till you aren’t able to anymore. Depending on his mood, he’ll even pocket your panties because why not.
“Ride my cock like a good girl, hm? Think you can do that for daddy?”
He’ll sit back and enjoy the show, hands on your hips as you bounce up and down, the loud slaps and wetness of your pussy echoing out. As much as he enjoys taking the lead, he thinks it’s hot to watch you ride on top of him.
Sometimes you lose energy, get overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick stretching you, but that’s okay because he’s more than willing to pick up the slack.
Before you know it, you’re on the couch in the corner of the room on your back, legs wrapped around him as he fucks you at breakneck speed. He’s willing to let you take the lead until he’s not, holding you in place and watching you take it.
It’s so familiar and intimate, his groans and moans absolutely delicious as he leaves wet kisses against your throat, hands roaming over your body hotly, holding you close to him.
His body covers yours fully, warm and hard and so fucking good. Joon always praises you, even if it’s mixed with some filthy words. He wants you to know you’re his and that he loves every part of you.
“You were made to take my cock baby. Look at you, clenching so fucking hard, shit…”
“Aw, you’re gonna cum? You better hold on baby because I’m not done with this pretty little cunt yet.”
“Gonna cum baby, f-fuck. Want me to cum inside you? You always looks so good with my cum leaking out of you.”
Nothing makes him more pleased then watching your eyes roll into the back of your head when you cum, his fingers toying with your clit as he slowly fucks you into oversensitivity, enjoying the feeling of his own orgasm.
Joon will cuddle the shit out of you afterwards though, wrapped around your body nice and snug. If need be, he’ll clean you up, get you some water, maybe some food. He also really secretly likes to take baths with bathbombs to relax after a good fuck.
Essentially , Joonie’s going to fuck you hard and then do a 180 into the worlds biggest sweetheart. He’ll take care of you in more ways than one, making sure you’re satisfied in every way possible.
camboy yoon x camgirl reader couple + squirting n a little jealousy 👀
THE ONE THAT I ADORE | MYG
When your boyfriend's subscribers get too comfortable, you can't help but be a little bratty.
✿ pairing: camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader
✿ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | smut | established relationship | sex work au
✿ word count/date: 2.1k | August 2022
✿ warnings: crying | cunnilingus | dom!yoongi | edging | handcuffs | overstimulation | spit | squirting | sex toys | sex work
✿ notes: i've wanted to do a camboy fic for a while, so thank you for giving me a reason to finally do it 😈
✿ masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist
✿ what was jai listening to? so good - big sean
“You wanna see my cock, Kitty? You’re all being so impatient tonight.”
Kitty_kat420 spewed a few more flirtatious messages into the chat, interrupted a few times by other eager subscribers begging for Yoongi to get on with the show.
He loved making them wait. By this point, Yoongi had amassed a pretty significant following. He probably could have quit his job and live off the money he made camming, if he wanted to. But he never saw this as a full-time job. It was a side hustle, something that came fairly easy to him. He had the personality for it, the cock for it, the hands for it, the voice for it. And he liked to think his face was pretty, too.
You, on the other hand, had pretty much only your looks. More than once Yoongi scolded you about your on-camera personality. He claimed you needed to make yourself more eager and seductive. To be fair, you spent most of the time giving the camera a stubborn glare. There were certainly subscribers who enjoyed what they thought to be a love-hate relationship between you and your boyfriend. People loved hatefucking, apparently. But you didn’t hate him.
You hated all his fucking “fans”.
Like now, as you laid sprawled on the bed, completely naked and touching yourself for the camera the way Yoongi had so sweetly asked you to, you could look over and see the comments.
She looks so bored
I could give you such a better time, Yoongi :)
This bitch just needs a cock stuffed in her and maybe she’ll actually smile
Your eyes shot up to catch Yoongi’s and you sent him a glare. To your chagrin, his eyes sparkled back at you despite the harsh feedback in the chat.
“What’s wrong, baby? Something bothering you?” That cheshire gummy grin both irked your soul and had your pussy fluttering.
“Your subscribers are dicks.”
Not to your surprise, the chat blew up at your comment. You didn’t bother looking at what they said, your eyes staying on Yoongi. He tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head slowly.
“Ahh, baby, what a mean thing to say. Not on your best behavior today, are you?” He turned to the camera with a small sigh that you knew was fake as hell. “What do you think I should do with her, guys?”
You let your arm go slack and fall onto the bed beside you, no longer bringing your fingers to circle your clit. Your heartbeat spiked slightly as you watched Yoongi lift his hoodie over his head and ruffle his soft hair to the side. He’s shirtless underneath and you don’t need to see the chat to know that everyone is going crazy for finally seeing your boyfriend’s skin. His silver Cuban link chain thudded against his chest and your eyes skipped down the length of his torso to find the light brown hairs of his happy trail disappear into his joggers.
“Hmmm… looks like everyone’s pretty annoyed with you, baby.”
Yoongi rattled off the recommendations in the chat for your punishment. Slapping, choking, orgasm denial, anal - which was fucked up since you hated anal. Kitty-kat420 insisted that he not fuck you at all; no surprise there. You shivered, unsure if your response was out of anticipation or fear. You both knew how much Yoongi loved dishing out punishments for your bratty behavior.
But when you saw Yoongi reach out of sight of the camera to pull open the drawer of his nightstand, you immediately felt your stomach drop. You shot up to a sitting position with one arm shielding your breasts from the camera. All this camming shit was much harder to get used to than you’d initially thought.
“Yoongi,” you hissed with widened eyes when your boyfriend moved to rest on his knees on the bed beside you. In his hands were a pair of handcuffs and your bright purple vibrator.
Fuck.
“Yes?” His eyes sparkled back at you and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he jingled the handcuffs in your face. “How about you be a good girl for me and lay down?”
With a glare you scooted up to lie in the middle of the bed and obediently put your arms above your head without him needing to ask. Because you were his good girl, of course.
After securing your wrists to the headboard frame, Yoongi adjusted the camera to capture a better image of your body sprawled out. The emphasis on having a clear shot of the lower half of your body had you wiggling in the metal restraints. You had an idea of what was about to come, and you were oh so close to begging him to spare you. He’d never punished you like this on camera. The idea of so many people watching…
Your panicked train of thought was derailed by Yoongi forcing your legs apart. You felt his chain drag coldly across the inside of your thigh as he lowered himself onto the bed, legs further forced apart by his broad shoulders. A small whimper escaped your mouth before you could clamp your lips shut.
“Nuh-uh, I’m gonna need you to keep that pretty mouth open for me tonight, baby,” Yoongi cooed, grabbing for the vibrator again. He placed it on your stomach while he talked to you, brown eyes flickering dark with mischievous lust. “You’re gonna stop me when you’re about to cum, okay?”
“Yoongi, please-”
“What did I say?” His voice cut through your plea with a sharpness that would have made you challenge him if you weren’t at his mercy, chaining to a bed.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“I’ll tell you when I’m about to cum.”
Yoongi hummed and the feeling of his hot breath on your skin had your head reeling. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”
There was no time to respond to his demands before you felt Yoongi tilt back slightly to spit directly onto your pussy. You let out a small gasp that morphed into a moan when Yoongi’s tongue swiped through your lips, collecting his spit on his tongue and pushing it directly to your clit. Sucking and licking at your clit was already enough to dissolve your dignity until you were a mess beneath him, all bucked hips and guttural moans. The plunge of two long, ring-clad fingers inside of you was the icing on the cake. It didn’t matter how many times Yoongi pressed into your front wall or circled his tongue around your clit until it was swollen and throbbing - you were always left panting and crying his name. He ate pussy like it was all he was put on this earth to do.
You yanked at the handcuffs knowing it wouldn’t do you any good, but it was impossible for you to sit still while he went to town on you. Even though you knew your wrists would be raw and possibly cut in a few places by the time he was done with you.
“Yoongi, fuck,” you moaned, jerking against the cuffs again. “I’m-I’m gonna cum.”
“Already?” Yoongi snickered.
God, you wish you could have just not said anything at all. The moment his mouth and fingers disappeared, you genuinely felt like crying. The heat of your orgasm burning in your stomach quickly faded, leaving you with only an uncomfortable throbbing between your legs.
“Shut up,” you choked out, attempting to pull your legs free from his hold, and failing.
The vibrator had fallen off your stomach with all your wiggling. Yoongi reached for it again, choosing the lowest vibration to start off with. You felt your legs turn to jelly as you watched him press the tip against your clit.
“Fuck,” You wrapped your fingers around the chain of the handcuffs and held on as tightly as you could, knowing it would leave marks into your skin.
“Yeah? That feel good, baby?” Yoongi’s dark eyes flicked up to see your reaction, that gummy smile returning to haunt you. He brought his head back down between your legs, angling himself. Opening his mouth, he licked against your entrance with his tongue flat against your skin.
You were growing hotter much faster than the first time. Unintelligible whines slipped past your lips dry from panting, but Yoongi didn’t bother to pay attention to you unless he clearly heard those sweet words from you.
He switched to the next vibration setting and you felt sweat bead along your hairline. With a twisting stomach and shaking legs, you bucked into Yoongi’s face with a bit more force.
“Gonna cum.” You let out a heavy exhale when Yoongi lifted the vibrator off of your clit. You felt raw and overstimulated now, and your legs continued to shake uncontrollably despite the vibrator being gone. “Yoongi, please, I promise I’ll take this more seriously, please baby just let me cum.”
Yoongi tutted his tongue again before swiping it over his wet lips. “Not how this works,” he said off-handedly, his attention pivoting to read the chat comments while your legs continued to buzz against his shoulders. “It is sexy when she begs,” he mused in agreement with one subscriber.
The next time, you were screaming almost immediately when Yoongi set the vibrator to the third setting. He pressed it against your clit so hard you felt like you were going to explode. He had you begging in record time, but still he backed off once you were right on the edge. The kiss he pressed against your clit sent a jolt through your entire body.
You let your head fall back against your pillow and attempted to calm your breathing. You barely had the energy to look up when you heard your boyfriend chuckle.
“Tired already?”
All you could do was grunt.
“Should I let her cum now?”
You had no idea what the consensus was; there was no energy to look up for that, either.
And then there was the vibrator again, slick with your arousal and Yoongi’s spit, turned up to the highest setting and pressed hard against your clit. You let out a small sob, feeling tears well up in your eyes as you willed Yoongi to end the torture. He only flashed you his sweet smile in response and dipped his head down to spit again into your pussy lips to help the vibrator circle your clit more easily.
“Yoongi, I can’t take it anymore,” you choked out. Tears streamed down your cheeks, dragging your eye makeup along for the ride. Your chest heaved in and out and your legs continued to shake against Yoongi’s shoulders.
Rather than pull away, he pressed the vibrator against your clit even harder. Another choked sob. Another buck of your hips. And then you felt three fingers slip inside of you. With the vibrator still against your clit, Yoongi began quickly pumping his fingers into you, hitting your front wall hard.
“Gonna,” you sobbed and tried to blink away the tears lining your eyelashes. “Cum. Yoongi, I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want, please.”
“Whatever I want?” He pressed a kiss against the inside of your thigh, glistening with spit and arousal.
“Yes, fuck, please please yes. Yoongi please.”
“You’re so gorgeous crying for me.” Yoongi grinned, putting more force into the thrust of his fingers. “Now cum.”
You felt your entire body snap. The force of your orgasm had so much pressure your walls pushed Yoongi’s fingers out of you. But even as you cried out his name and felt your body shudder under the weight of your climax, there was still more pressure. And more and more and more, until your legs, and the bed, and Yoongi’s face and chest were completely soaked with your cum.
“Shit,” he groaned, turning off the vibrator and tossing it to the side. “Shit, babe. You fucking squirted.”
You could hear the ping of payments popping up on the site in response, but all you wanted to do was hide your face. You had squirted in front of who knew how many strangers on the internet.
“That was so hot. Fuck.”
When Yoongi reached up to remove your handcuffs, you saw his erection impossibly hard and tight against his pants, to the point that there was a wet spot right where you knew the head of his cock laid against his thigh.
He helped you sit up and took your hands in his own, rubbing gently at the raw skin around your wrists. “Are you going to behave now?”
You let out a small whimper and nodded, makeup still streaking your cheeks.
“Good, ‘cause I’m about to fucking destroy you, baby.”
i never knew how badly i needed this concept until i read this 😮💨😮💨😮💨 the yoongi cockiness, the way oc is portrayed ??? i kinda love it bc i never see oc’s portrayed like that <33 brat on another level 😚 im actually obssesed w this yoongi tho <3 need him in my life 🥹
here’s a list of my ultimate favourite namjoon fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡
a- angst s- smut f- fluff
series
prohibido by @personasintro f s a (brother’s best friend au)
more than anything else by @seokkgenie f s a (CEO au)
nothing like us by @jiminimoon s a (ex boyfriend namjoon) ft. fuck boy jungkook
spilling coffee by @bts-roses f a (idol au intern reader)
promise by @joheun-saram f s a (college au roommate au enemies to friends to lovers au)
to make a power couple by @joheunsaram f s a (idol au ceo reader)
daisies and dinosaurs by @dark-muse-iris f s a (single father au)
intro: her by @jamaisjoons f s a (single dad au strangers to friends to lovers au)
out of my league by @ppersonna f s a (office au)
promises by @jeonsweetheart f s a (marriage au infidelity au idol au)
the father, the son and the holy whore by @yoon2k s (dilf namjoon infidelity au)
partners by @btssmutgalore s a (friends to lovers au slow burn)
dimples by @sweetmisery f s (idol au friends with benefits friends to lovers au)
sincerely, but no longer yours by @ttttaehyungie s a (exes au)
lavender honey by @oftenderweapons f s a (chaebol au friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers au)
love bytes by @stutterfly f s a (friends to lovers au slow burn)
bass and strings by @jimlingss f (slow burn au slice of life college au music au)
letting go by @bangtan-babe f a (doctor au) ft. Jimin
one-shot
july kiss by @personasintro f s (dilf namjoon idiots to lovers au)
fool for you by @cutechim s a (rebound au hospital au unrequited love au)
try again by @bangtanfancamp f s (roommate au best friend to lovers au)
it’s december (and I still want) by @smoochkooks f s a (ex husband au)
there was a bug @kimnjss f s a (roommate au best friend to lovers au)
the rich man’s crochet club by @kpopfanfictrash s (virgin au college au)
dizzy by @joonessence f s (friends to lovers au)
a sight for sore eyes by @siderealmyg f s (established relationship au)
good to me by @httpjeon f s a (dating service au)
what are friends for by @kookdiaries s (best friends au friends to lovers au)
the bodyguard by @rmnamjoons f s a (bodyguard au fake dating/marriage au)
nice guys finish last by @ktheist f s a (arranged marriage au) ft. Ex fiance Yoongi
cyanide on my bedsheets by @jimilter s a (friends with benefits au unrequited love)
after rain by @rmverse f s a (patient namjoon patient reader)
once upon an us by @yoonia f s a (inspired by the movie sweet home alabama past lovers au exes to lovers au established relationship)
bothered by @lavienjin f s a (brother’s best friend)
2AM by @xpeachesncream f s (college au)
black swan by @helenazbmrskai s a (co-workers to friends to lovers tattoo artist joon)
love is blind by @helenazbmrskai f s a (best friends brother au college au enemies to lovers au)
ramen? by @solarwonux f s
only a lifetime by @dopejk f s (dilf joon marriage au pregnancy au)
emerald by @dewykth s a (bodyguard au)
spice by @breakiebunny f s a (enemies to lovers au chef joon)
new parent syndrome by @1kook f s (dilf joon husband au parents au)
hammer it home by @gukslut f s a (domestic au) ft. Jimin
nailed it by @gukslut f s (hammer it home couple) ft. Jimin
feels like home by @gukslut f s (hammer it home couple)
a wrench in the plan by @gukslut f s (hammer it home couple)
totally screwed by @gukslut f s (hammer it home couple)
obligated by @underthejoon s (arranged marriage au)
↬looking for other knj fics or the other members check out my library
— warnings: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, implied sexual assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes
↳ there will likely be more specifics in certain chapters. just know that this series highlight some things that can be triggering to some
one. the breaking | you tried so hard to be enough
two. the lie | a house made of cards, they lived in your beautiful fairytale
three. the promise | if you told them about the darkness inside of you, would they still look at you like you're the sun?
four. the gentle heart | keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you
five. the void | no matter how many times you read a story over and over again, it always ends the same
six. the puppeteer | father wanted perfection, you fell in love with disorder
seven. the trial master | the only way to get rid of a buried memory is to face your past
eight. the scarlet drop | you can wipe someone's tears but not their memories
nine. the game of chess | everything's burned down into flames and all that's left is you right in the center, unable to escape
ten. the abuser and the bystander | it hurts just as much knowing someone could have stopped it all but chose to stand by and watch instead
eleven. the thorns of a rose | loyalty means to have full allegiance and faithfulness owned by a duty, a pledge, or a promise. and the reapers' loyalty lies much deeper than that
twelve. the black rose | he loved you once, so hard, but taehyung has no right to begin caring for you now
thirteen. the broken | once someone's been taught to stay quiet their whole life, how do they learn to scream and shout for help?
fourteen. the hurting | you can break something in two seconds but it will take forever to heal
Word Count: 5K
Rating: M
Genre: Thriller, Drama, Author AU
Warnings: Smut scene (Oral m. and f. receiving, Fingering), Yandere Namjoon, Stalking, Drugging, Kidnapping
Pairings: Namjoon x Reader, Mention of Seokjin x Reader
Summary: Kim Namjoon, famous author and your childhood friend has been keeping a secret from you. His new book treads on such dark themes that he’s finding it difficult to write. Excited by the prospect of a sinister plot you offer him a piece of advice, “Let the villain win…”
…
You look to the building pile of manuscripts on your desk, curling your lip over the prospect of reading them. You’re sure that some of them will be good, a couple of them might hold your attention, but none of them are the story that you truly want to read, the one that you are waiting for, the one that was due three days ago…
“I’m going to kill him.” You mutter to yourself while taking a sip of tea. Kim Namjoon, one of the finest thriller authors ever to be published, and your best friend since childhood. You have the privilege to represent him as his literary agent, but that comes with its setbacks. Namjoon never seems to take you seriously when you set a deadline. Even now he’s off gallivanting somewhere, refusing to answer his calls or texts until he returns from his ‘creative space’.
Member: Min Yoongi
Genre: Angst / Fluff 🌸💔
Song Inspired: It’s Ok - Cee Lo Green
Summary: Min Yoongi was that ultimate cold tsundere. As his hyper girlfriend, you were always the first to initiate everything in your relationship, without knowing if he ever feels the same. But his indifference took a toll on you, and you figure that it’s better for you to let him go.
A/N: Please listen to the song recommendation while reading this! Would add the romcom taste to it, I promise!
Summary: AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s too. Except when all seven members of BTS happen to be your soulmate… well, that presents a small challenge. Legally speaking.
Tags: comedy, possessiveness, namjoon is trying is best, high EQ sassy jimin, polyamory, fluff, domestic bliss, slow burn, chaotic bts, chaotically whipped bts, soft dom yoongi, jin & taehyung are little shits, jungkook is a brat, why is hobi scary, moderately paced self-indulgent brainrot
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[Part 7] [Part 9]
“There are seven of them,” says Naeun, very scientifically, in her clearly medical opinion. “You are in trouble.”
“I’m aware,” You mutter, jabbing miserably at your bibimbap, ignoring the scribble on your hand.
The scribble says, scrunched into itself as if it were trying to disappear out of embarrassment, “Hello. Do you want to grab lunch together? — KNJ.”
Then the scribble says, “I happened to be in the area. Let me know. — KNJ.”
Then the scribble says, “No pressure though. I didn’t come to see you.”
Then the scribble says, “Well, I did but I also do have other errands and friends and a fulfilling, interesting life so.”
Then the scribbles says, “Can you confirm if you’ve received please.”
You wonder if the words would disappear faster if you rubbed at them.
They don’t.
You squint, vexed.
“No,” Naeun repeats, hand shooting out to clutch at your wrist. “You are in trouble.”
You relocate the squint to her face, “What do you...”
Naeun shoves her phone into your face, “Look.”
On the screen, an article about pen-mates details the endless, boring minutiae of bonding origins, impact, case studies, and your attention is already five thousand miles away by the time you finally notice the little blurb at the bottom.
“Instances of multi-bonds have emerged, in which multiple persons share a bond to the same person. In these cases, it has been observed that the bond suffers an irreversible, uni-directional dilution effect.”
“Dilution effect?” You echo, glancing back at Naeun.
Naeun returns your bibimbap, now mysteriously half-missing, and smacks her lips. “How do you feel about Namjoon, for example?”
“That he’s good… at English?” You try.
Disappointed, Naeun scowls and points to the other end of the cafeteria, where Namjoon is tucked behind a corner table, trying and failing to blend into the crowd with the ugliest sunglasses known to man. He’s got two cans of coffee in his hand, and perks up when he catches you staring.
You lift a hand in greeting.
Which Namjoon ignores.
In lieu of being a normal human being, he returns to his book, looking very solemn, very studious, exceedingly impressive, as if no one has noticed that his Serious Adult book has been upside down for the last hour.
“See, this is how he feels about you,” Naeun subtitles, while Namjoon continues adamantly foraying into the field of flipped reading, “(Y/N)! I’m here! Let’s eat lunch together! I’m so excited to see you! I’m so excited that I’ve turned into an idiot! Look at me! Pet me! I want your attention! Aren’t you impressed with what I can do! Praise me!”
“So you’re implying that,” You pause, then ponderously, “my soulmate is a dog?”
Naeun crushes her hand into one side of her face. “I’m implying that they are attached to you. As in, look. They follow you. They risk Dispatch and sasaengs to take you out. They steal your clothes, buy you cars, bring you food. But you, on the other hand, you... meh.”
“Oh,” You frown, staring at the way Namjoon ambles towards you, casually destroying two chairs and a garbage can on his way. Naeun's not wrong. Except that makes it worse. “That’s. That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?” Namjoon asks, radiating joy down at you.
And then he stops radiating and furrows his brows, raining maturity and manliness and force of character down on you both. “I mean, I don’t really care either way. It’s just my moral obligation as the voice of our generation…”
Naeun watches him mildly, “Voice? A bit presumptuous, no?”
Namjoon scoffs, offended, but also tries to come off otherwise, and somehow evolves into the very picture of emotional constipation. He mumbles something, face ablaze, and you totally mean to listen.
But you just can’t stop thinking about how weird this is.
It's like, the universe has somehow forced them to love you.
Like... this isn’t real.
“I’m keeping it chill,” Hoseok says, pulling on a shirt.
Jimin skirts the disconcertingly tall mountain of shirts on his floor and flops down on the bed, “Frosty.”
“I'm not nervous,” Hoseok says, spritzing on a new cologne.
It smells like hell.
“Smells great,” Jimin says, with a thumbs up.
“I’ve had a girlfriend before,” Hoseok says, turning expectantly to Jimin.
Jimin validates him, “So many girlfriends. You’re the expert, hyung.”
“She’s going to like me,” Hoseok says, pulling another shirt out of his closet.
Literally how many shirts can a single man own.
“Absolutely,” Jimin agrees. “She’s going to love you.”
“Really?” Hoseok checks, a little shy.
Jimin’s the best cheerleader on planet earth. “Oh yeah, hyung. Totally.”
Then something on his hand says, “Sorry Hoseok, I can’t make it today.”
Jimin stares.
He peers up at Hoseok.
Then back down at his hand.
It’s still there.
Surreptitiously, Jimin inches for the door, because while Hoseok is great and Hoseok is fun (so fun! the funnest!) and Jimin would battle for him, Hoseok also has this thing. A small thing. A temper thing.
“Wait, you’ve got to help me pick out a hat first,” Hoseok calls from behind him.
Caught, Jimin works open his mouth. Tries not to bring attention to the hand. Especially not to Hoseok’s hand.
He spins around and declares, courageously, “Well, the weather’s…not great.”
The weather’s fucking beautiful.
Hoseok laughs, baffled, the sunniest of dispositions, “It’s fine, we’re going to get coffee.”
“Sure,” Jimin says, trying to disappear behind the door, foot, leg, torso, then with just a tiny tuft of hair remaining, he adds, “Maybe today’s not the best day for coffee. You know, the horosco—“
“NAMJOON HYUNG,” Taehyung shrieks, from somewhere in the condo, “WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME.”
Jimin looks down again at his hand, where another line has popped up. A little fainter. “We should stop seeing each other.”
Jimin stiffens, brows knotting.
“Take care,” it adds.
Wait.
No, wait.
Hoseok peers down at the words, and then freezes, and Jimin's thinking about how to best solve this multi-dimensional problem when Hoseok looks up, smile radiant.
Pleasant, even.
Jimin shivers.
“Our Joonie, my favourite guy,” Hoseok calls, pushing past Jimin with enough force to knock him over, voice dark, eyes dark, emanating darkness and the terror and pain of hell. “Come out. Hyung needs to break your face.”
Seokjin writes, unceremoniously, spontaneously, simply because he’s a great soulmate, “I’ll cancel your debt.”
You don’t answer.
So he changes his mind, because surely you didn't mean him, because your bond is different, because (1) you owe him a metric shit ton of money and (2) Kim Seokjin is intent on keeping tab and playing fair. And square. And, “I will be tripling your debt.”
Still no answer.
Around bedtime, not that he cares or anything, he glances at his hand. And arms. And legs. And just for good measure, his ass.
Empty.
At 3AM, he wakes in a daze. Turns on the light.
Nothing.
At 8AM, running on maybe 3 seconds of sleep, squished into the back of the van, face smushed against Yoongi’s shoulder, he checks again. Just to make sure.
No answer.
That's fine.
Seokjin doesn't care.
“What did you say to her,” he roars, in Namjoon’s general direction.
“How do you know it's not you,” Namjoon roars back, eyes glinting aggressively in the rear view mirror.
“Both of you,” Yoongi tells them, eyes shut, half asleep, “Just die. Go on, die.”
“There are six hundred people lined up outside the cafe, sajangnim,” Donghyuk pleads, “I need help, sajangnim.”
Yep, Jungkook agrees.
He balls up another resume and tosses it into the trash.
“I’m going to go crazy,” Donghyuk says, a blur of limbs between the blender and the sink and the coffee maker, “My hands will fall off.”
Yep, Jungkook completely cares.
“Hire anyone,” Donghyuk begs. “Literally a monkey will do.”
Jungkook glances up, from where his hand is automatically balling another sheet of paper, and says, neat as a pin, “I don’t want a monkey running my cafe.”
“Listen,” Donghyuk cries out, “She quit! She's not coming back!”
“She might,” Jungkook shrugs, tossing the entire stack of resumes into the trash at once, super concerned, “If you pass away from overwork.”
It’s not that Taehyung is necessarily dramatic or clingy or obsessed, it’s just him being himself and calmly informing Naeun, “Let me in or I’ll jump off the roof.”
Naeun moves aside, and Taehyung barges into the apartment like his life depends on it, Jungkook hot on his heel, kicking his slides off just anywhere.
One of them flies towards Yoongi, who redirects it out the nearest window.
In the interim, Namjoon asks, group representative voice, obnoxiously professional, “Is she here?”
“Well, she—” Naeun says, looking a bit disoriented.
“Is she sick?” Hoseok checks, shoving his face desperately over Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Well no, she—” Naeun attempts.
“Is she in trouble?” Yoongi asks, also peering into the apartment.
“No,” Naeun starts, then gives up, because no one is interested in listening.
“Why won’t she answer?” Seokjin demands, snooping through your shoe rack, digging for evidence of foul play. Or just digging in general. “Did someone bully her? Are they jealous? I know I’m handsome but they can always have my brother...”
“Yeah,” Naeun says, confused.
Jimin reads the increasingly dissociated expression off her face and pipes up, because his dad once said that the path to success is paved with friendly faces, and Jimin is an EQ king, “The pants look great on you.”
“Thanks,” Naeun says, exponentially more confused, “It’s a skirt.”
Jimin peers down.
Oh.
“You have great taste,” He tries again, weakly.
“It's my mom's,” Naeun says, suspicious.
And Jimin tries to remember if had to be friendly faces, or just… vaguely familiar faces.
Undeterred, Namjoon tries again, “When is she coming back?”
The answer makes itself apparent when Taehyung rips back into the living room, tumbling into Jimin like a loose sack of bricks, grabbing onto anything that stands. Behind him, Jungkook is equally breathless, eyes welling with fresh tears, mouth gaping open and shut, oddly fish-like.
After a moment, Taehyung shouts, traumatized, heart-broken, as if he’s discovered a body, “SHE’S NOT HERE.”
Dead silence.
“Yeah, no,” Naeun says, with an exhausted sigh. “As I was trying to say, she moved out.”
Jimin, an empathetic, understanding fellow, the most empathetic and understanding of them all, simply escorts Naeun aside as Seokjin proceeds to embed his foot in Namjoon’s shin.
“Did she change her number?” Jimin asks, half-shouting over the incipient noise of war behind him.
Naeun thinks about it.
Jimin waits, patient.
Eventually, she shouts back, traitorous, reasonable, “I’ll need two more signed posters. Limited edition.”
“My friend,” Jimin grins, extending his hand, “You can have twenty.”
Smashie, as always, is the QUEEN of beautifully hilarious crackfic ♡ Do yourself a favor and read this series if you haven't already. Your day will become much brighter because of it!
↣ much to your chagrin, your friend set you up on a date with Kim Namjoon, despite you telling her that he isn’t your type. He’s too sweet. You decide to humor her, and things take a wild turn.
𓃰 part of the zookeeper bangtan series 𓃱
pairing: zookeeper!namjoon x reader
genre: fluff, smut, slight angst, s2l
word count: 6.4K
warnings/tags: strong language, joon takes care of the elephants and giraffes, aw, dom!Namjoon, brat!reader, Y/N has a big 🍑 and is very short, explicit smut- dirty talk, degradation, size kink, edging, spanking, pussy slapping, overstimulation, oral (f & m), clit pinching, clit biting, throat fucking, hickeys, biting, scratching, standing sex?, multiple orgasms, protected sex
a/n: your best friend is unnamed in the fic, so you could think of your own bff, and if you don’t have one, stop lying, I’m your best friend.
∞
You’re scanning the area, arms folded, tapping your foot impatiently, annoyed.
She was supposed to be here an hour ago and when you receive a text from her, stating that she wouldn’t be able to make it, you curse, loudly, causing the few pigeons, who were picking at the crumbs you had thrown across the panels earlier, to scurry.
This was her plan all along, you had a gut feeling as soon as she had mentioned that she wanted to visit the zoo again. Who wants to visit the zoo twice in one month?
this is…..unedited and also kind of a mess bc i haven’t slept in…..too long, but @honiboyyoon kept sending me yoongi posts and also daddy dom yoongi posts specifically so blame her for this absolute fucking FILTH
a/n: DEFINITE SMUT, choking, daddy kink, spanking, choking, belt spanking, choking (there is seriously so much choking its a little ridic), dirty talk, jealous yoongi,
You legitimately love your boyfriend. Six years together and still, he’s perfect. Surprises you with breakfast in bed, buys you little things he sees that he thinks you might like, wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to drive four hours and take a ferry across the ocean just to go to an aquarium you passingly mentioned you would cut your own leg off to go to. And he’s adorable at the aquarium, too, letting you run around with wide eyes and not getting upset when you inevitably lose him in the crowd (even if you did find him glaring at some stingrays because, you quote, “Some of us still remember Steve Irwin, princess. Never forgive, never forget.”) He looks utterly ridiculous, and you’re not really sure what about the all-black-with-a-pierced-baseball-cap-and-flannel look gets you hot and bothered, but it does. Maybe you should be ashamed of that, but honestly, Yoongi looks literally edible and you’re not one to question it when your boyfriend looks so good. That doesn’t stop you from teasing him, though - “Seriously, Yoongi, what kind of emo bitch wears that shit in public,” “Clearly I do, princess, now stop running that mouth, didn’t you want to see the seals,” “Fuck, yes, I gotta get a recording so I can play it whenever Seokjin laughs,” - and you’ll never admit how much you like it.
Prompt: pairing up with the best Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist in the country, you find yourself focused on more than just your patient.
Pairing: min yoongi x reader
W/C: 3,137
genre: smut
tags: spanking, degredation, unprotected sex
You've already made up your mind.
There's no way in hell you'll ever date another co-worker again, let alone Min Fucking Yoongi.
You have had your fair share of colleagues trying to stick their tongues down your throat and you just weren't feeling it anymore. There wasn't a single day where you walked into work and thought to yourself, 'hey, _____! You know how you're a well respected pediatric surgeon and have half the country fighting over you? Yeah! Let's throw that all away by fucking your fellow doctors in the on-call rooms of the hospital you think you'll spend the rest of your career at.'
Until in this exact moment.
Yoongi sits behind you on his computer, scrolling through the aimless files the two of you have collected.
Being a General Pediatric Surgeon, your job often requires you to work with specialist doctors when a case pops up in front of you that's particularly difficult. A mom showed up to your ER last week with her 15 year old daughter complaining of migraines. Fifteen years old, with migraines so incredibly bad that she finds herself doubled over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach because her body doesn't know how to process the pain.
Of course your first instinct after giving an examination, was to slap the girl in a CT scan, but the scans came out clean. An MRI was next, honing in on the head and chest, but again, nothing pops up. Baffled and at a loss, you call Min Yoongi, an Ears, Nose, and Throat specialist who works at the hospital in the town over. He was willing to work with you immediately, though his experience with children was limited.
Having only met him in passing at conferences, you only knew him as the ENT specialist who helped save a 43 year old mother of 6's life when he happened to notice her swallowing was a little off, they found a tumor and caught it just in the nick of time. It was an impressive feat, and taught the ENT specialists around the country to pay closer attention to the smallest details. Because of that, Yoongi was your first choice.
It's only been a week since he transferred over to your hospital temporarily, but you feel as though you've known him for a life time. Conversation came so easily, and his passion for helping his patients is just as strong as yours.
"Doctor," Yoongi breaks you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn away from your salad, "have we considered pressure points?"
Tilting your head, you feel slightly embarrassed by your distraction but wipe it away as you're the only one aware that it even happened. "One of the first things I did was check for pinched nerves in or around the ear canal."
"Is she beginning puberty?"
When Yoongi first arrived, he immediately asked all the surface level questions to see if he was even needed. Like, was she experiencing occasional vision loss, neck stiffness, increased urination. He's good at his job but for a moment you thought he was undermining your performance. It quickly occurred to you that he was just double checking, it never hurts to double check.
"She's been menstruating for 2 years now." you reply, popping a cherry tomato in your mouth.
Yoongi rolls his chair over to your side of the room, grabbing a crouton from your salad and munching. You open your mouth to protest but Yoongi swallows quickly and speaks, "Has she experienced Post-Drone at all?"
"She hasn't had the chance to," you lean back in your chair, "the pain has been constant. She's in her room right now with all the blinds shut and her ears covered because even the slightest sound makes her cry out in pain."
"Is she on any medication?" Yoongi stares into your eyes, watching as you wrack your brain.
"She's a dancer and regularly takes Acetaminophen to help with the aches she gets fro- oh my god." you toss your head back and pinch the bridge of your nose, only to be pulled up by Yoongi and following his brisk pace down the hall.
"How could we have missed Acetaminophen? Fucking Tylenol?" Yoongi asks abruptly, having not let go of your hand since he pulled you out of your office.
"I- I don't know! Allergies that cause Migraines are so rare, especially in children, that I didn't even think about it!" you're getting defensive, but Yoongi is grinning. Why is he grinning?
"What have we been putting in her IV drip?" Yoongi stops outside of the patient's room, resting his hands on her shoulders.
"Fucking Acetaminophen." you pale. This entire time, you've been mistakenly making this poor girl suffer even more.
"Don't beat yourself up, Doctor. We're going to walk in and fix it, right now." Yoongi grins again, patting your cheek lightly, then turning to open the door.
As soon as the door opens, you both hear the heart monitor spiking.
Rushing in, you immediately turn the patient to her side, "She's seizing! Call a code Blue!"
Yoongi presses the blue button on the wall, rushing to her IV drip and turning it off. As soon as the nurses arrive with the code Blue cart, Yoongi grabs a tongue depressor and carefully places it in the patient's mouth, holding her tongue down and clearing her airway.
With each passing day, watching a patient suffer does not get any easier. When you began med school, you were told repeatedly that it can easily traumatize those who are not fit for it. Through every episode, you have to remind yourself that everything will be okay. Her MRI was clear, she does not have a tumor on her brain, and she is simply reacting to the visual aura of her migraines. Once you get her on something other than liquid Tylenol, everything will be okay. Everything will be okay. EVERYTHING WILL BE O-
"_____, check her eyes." Yoongi takes a deep breath once the seizure ends, laying her on her back. You grab your flashlight from your pocket, lifting her eyelids. Her pupils dilate regularly, and she seems to be responsive.
Pushing your hair from your face, you let out a sigh, "We should have caught that way sooner."
"We were wrong, it wasn't the Acetaminophen." Yoongi watches as the patient slowly comes back down.
You glance towards the door, where a nurse is informing her mother of what just happened. The mother looks panicked, but quickly calms down once she makes eye contact with you. You turn your lips up into a small, calm, smile. It couldn't be any further from the truth, though, as you now are panicking internally yet again.
"What happened?" the patient's voice is low, confused. You instantly turn your attention back to her and rest a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"You just had a grand mal seizure," Yoongi explains, "have you been having any visual hallucinations? Blurred vision?"
"N- no, but the pain has moved from my head to my nose in the last hour."
You share a look with Yoongi, who seems just as panicked. He does very well at hiding it with the patients, though. Something you definitely still need to work on.
"Okay," Yoongi swallows, "I'm going to take a look inside your nose. Has it bled at all?"
She shakes her head. Her mother finally enters the room and rushes to her side, sitting on the bed beside her. Yoongi tips the patient's head back, glancing in the left nostril... then the right... and he nods.
"Okay, sweetheart. I want you to lay back for me and I'm going to press this cotton swab into your nose. You let me know if there is any pain." Yoongi's tone is smooth, collected. You admire him from the end of the bed, watching him as he skillfully moves throughout the room. Slipping on gloves, he grabs a cotton swab and presses the tip into her nose.
Instantly, she screams.
"That's it!" she cries, "That's it! That's where it's coming from!"
Yoongi pulls the cotton swab out instantly, turning to you and giving you the smallest grin.
"So, what you have is called an Anterior Ethmoid Neurovascular Complex. What this means is you have an inflamed nerve just on the inside of your nasal passage, and you will need to have surgery to fix it." Yoongi explains perfectly, but the mother instantly stiffens.
You take a step forward, "Not to worry, though. Doctor Min is the best ENT that I have ever worked with. He will perform your surgery and make sure that everything goes smoothly."
"Of course, with every surgery there is risks, but I believe that Doctor _____ and I can have this done carefully and safely." Yoongi continues for you, causing you to nod as the mother relaxes. The daughter looks up to the two of you, "So I'm not going to die? Because I have a competition next month."
Yoongi chuckles, "You will be up and running a week before then."
~*~*~
The champagne bottle pops in your office, Yoongi pouring each of you a glass as soon as the surgery was finished.
Throughout the surgery, Yoongi and you worked together efficiently, and you couldn't help but feel as though there was a bigger connection than you initially let yourself believe. At first, you simply had thoughts of sleeping with him, but now you want to know everything about him. How he became a Doctor, why he chose his profession, what his favorite food is, how he likes his breakfast.
Needless to say, you are whipped, and you'll fully admit that to yourself.
"To a perfect surgery," Yoongi clinks your glasses together, "and to us making a perfect team."
Your stomach swarms with butterflies.
Downing the champagne, you lean back in your chair. "You're one hell of a surgeon, Yoongi."
"As are you," he walks to your side, leaning against the desk just in front of you, "I was scared shitless working on a child."
"You did so well, I'm honestly proud."
"Yeah? You're proud of me?" Yoongi smiles shyly, his face shining red even in the dim lighting of your office. In the week and a half you have known him, this is the purest reaction you have gotten from him. Both relief and pride is evident on him, his posture much more relaxed than before.
"Of course I'm proud of you, I'm proud of us! We kicked ass in there, Yoongi. There's no way I would have been able to do this without you." you grin, standing up to his level. Wrapping your arms around him, you squeeze him tight. He hesitates, and you fear you may have overstepped a professional boundary. You didn't want to make it obvious that you wanted to sleep with him, but a hug wouldn't harm anything.
He graciously wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, "We do make a great team."
"It only took us a week to figure out a simple procedure," you joke, "but other than that it was fantastic."
"I can honestly say I was probably too distracted to figure it out." Yoongi breathes.
"By what?" you giggle, looking up at him from his chest.
Meeting your eyes, he tilts your chin ever-so-slightly. A gentle touch of his fingers makes you melt in his grasp. Maybe it's the way he's looking at you right now, or maybe it's the words he's spoken to you, but you feel emboldened. Your heart races as you raise on your tip toes, coming face to face with Yoongi.
Yoongi's eyes bore directly into yours, his breathing ragged but he can't look away. You smile softly, your nose gently brushing against his. He pokes his tongue out slightly, licking his lips.
"What distracted you, Yoongi?"
He doesn't respond, his breath hitches, and he leans in. Your lips connect quickly, the kiss turning feverish in a matter of seconds. The champagne is long forgotten as Yoongi allows his hands to slip downward towards your ass. A gentle, yet firm squeeze causes you to moan into his mouth.
You're not sure what takes over Yoongi in the few seconds of kissing, but he's suddenly flipped both of you over and spread your thighs perfectly for him to fit.
"You distracted me," Yoongi groans into your mouth while he begins unbuttoning his shirt, "every time we were researching, I couldn't help but imagine you bent over this very desk with my cock shoved deep inside you."
"Fuck, Yoongi." you gasp. You're almost paralyzed, only able to move when he touches you. His words send a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and he hasn't even begun to fuck you yet. His throaty tone is so sultry that you feel nothing but want and need, for him.
"All week," he slips his hand up your shirt, undoing your bra, "every time we were alone, I wanted to fuck you. You make it so hard to concentrate."
As his hands, warm from the alcohol, tread down your spine and to your hips, you feel your heat soaking between your thighs. His cock is hardening in his pants, and every so often it treads your clothed heat and makes you moan. He's toying with you, as if you've purposely distracted him. He wants to regain the power you unknowingly held over him the entire time he's been here.
You'll let him regain that power.
"Then fuck me, Yoongi."
He chuckles, gripping your hips and flipping you over the desk. Your pants are ripped down to your ankles, and you thank the gods that you decided to wear a thong today. You let out a victorious and relieved laugh while he slips the thong slightly to the side.
"Mm," Yoongi moans, running a finger up your slit and to your asshole, "already so wet for me. I think I'll have to clean you up just a little before I make you cum."
Before you're able to ask what exactly he means by that, you feel his tongue lick a long stripe from your clit, to your cunt, and back down. Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don't have time to process his movements as he quickly slides two fingers into your heat.
The squelching of your wetness fills the room, Yoongi's moans being the only thing louder. Of all the things you wished to know about Yoongi, his ability to be so vocal during sex is the most unexpected.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I can't wait any longer." Yoongi stands up, sure to keep his fingers rubbing circles on your clit as you hear him unzip his pants from behind you.
You shiver with anticipation, unable to see anything behind you but watching Yoongi's reflection in the glass painting on your wall. His cock is blocked by you, but you feel it twitch when it finally brushes against you.
Shaking your ass slightly, you move backwards just enough to feel the tip slip into you. You both gasp, but Yoongi quickly pulls out. You don't get the chance to complain because you feel a sharp spank on your left ass cheek.
"Yoongi!" you shout, but Yoongi pulls you up just enough to cover your mouth.
"You don't get to sink onto me, you whore. You distracted me from my work, so I'll fuck you when I want to." Yoongi's tone is sharp, deep. You moan, because you are a whore. You're the biggest whore, but only for Yoongi.
"You said you couldn't wait." you wriggle your ass against him one more time, just to test him. To see what he'll do next. He chuckles, but it's different this time. It's dark, almost venomous. You watch in the reflection as he brings his hand back, slapping the same cheek but just a little harder. The pain reverberates into pleasure, your clit tingling and your jaw dropping.
"Oh, you like being spanked?" Yoongi questions, the head of his cock slapping against your ass.
"I love being punished," you swallow, "I want you to take me like the whore I am."
"As you wish, my gorgeous slut."
With one last smack to your ass, Yoongi slips fully into your cunt. You feel obscene, dirty, but oh so good. Never in your life did you think that you would be bent over your desk at the hospital you work at, getting your guts rearranged by a fellow doctor. A colleague, someone you said you wouldn't sleep with. You can't focus on the messy details of it right now, because Yoongi's careful movements turn precise, his cock aiming as deep as he can get it.
The room is filled with his moans, and you stay silent to listen to his pleasure. All you want to do is please him, make sure you make up for distracting him. You want him to fuck you as long as he wants to.
He stills for a moment, "You're not making any noise."
You smile, "I just want to hear you."
Yoongi takes a deep breath, and you move your hands to grip the edge of the desk. You can feel your orgasm already, but you know Yoongi won't let you cum just yet, that's too easy. He gets to cum first, you're going to make sure of it.
"You like hearing me? You like listening to me use your cunt to please myself?" Yoongi laughs, "I get to use you to cum."
Yoongi's pounding is relentless, harsh, and oh so skilled. Every time you think he's going to slow down, your grip on the desk tightens and you fight your orgasm harder.
Suddenly, Yoongi comes to a complete halt.
"W- what's wrong?" you stutter, your legs feeling numb from pleasure. Yoongi flips you around, not leaving your heat and causing you both to moan at the knew sensation.
"I want us to cum together, okay?" Yoongi seems to have dropped the act of using you as a fleshlight, your pleasure sinking back into his mind while his thumb finds your clit again. "I'm close, baby, please tell me you are too."
"I've been close this whole time." you smirk breathlessly.
Yoongi leans forward, whispering into your ear, "Then cum." he sinks his teeth into your collarbone and the pain from the bite mixed with the feeling of Yoongi emptying himself into you pushes you over the edge instantly.
Your legs lock around Yoongi, shivering against him while you both ride out your highs.
"I didn't mean that, by the way." Yoongi leans back, catching his breath.
You furrow your brows, "What do you mean?"
"You're not a whore." Yoongi whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"You're such a nerd." you laugh, pulling him into another kiss.
Okay... Maybe sleeping with one colleague won't hurt.
“I will protect you from all around you. I will be here don’t you cry. For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm… ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on now and forever more. You’ll be in my heart no matter what they say, you’ll be here in my heart always.”
-Phill Collins
Summary: Your last owner had almost beaten you to death, leaving you at the very shelter he had adopted you from. This time, two tall men walk in, immediately drawn to you as you rested in your small cage. You couldn’t help but become attached, just hoping you wouldn’t be abandoned once again by the idols you grow to love.
Warnings: feelings of abandonment, major angst, fluff, polyamory love, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual assault, discrimination, some a/b/o dynamics
Their rehearsal blew you away, and you were excited to see them perform their songs in front of Army again. They had a bunch of surprises planned, and even had song line-up changes for their second day.
You also figured out what the flashlight thing was called, after asking Jungkook about it when the others were busy. The army bomb was super cool, and he told you then during regular concerts, army was able to sync up the light sticks so they all changed colors at the same time.
*SCREAMS* I literally just reblogged a post about this chapter and got tagged in this update ♡♡♡♡ I can't wait to read this after work! ♡ thank you for updating!
