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a yandere namjoon fic where you pranked him(like jk) plsss

Soft! Yandere texts with: Joonie 🥺

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Piano Professor

Summary: You have a big crush on professor Yoongi, your piano teacher. On the last day of his class, there is a practical exam but it turns out it wasn’t the exam you weren’t ready for.

Warnings: None! This is just fluff!

Requested: YES! A lovely anon requested this some time ago. I am so sorry it took me a while to write it! Life has been a bit complicated recently, I’m really sorry! Hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 2863

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Heat (M)

He was there when you needed him most, and now, he needs you.

Seokjin x Reader

A/B/O dynamics, smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, mating, knotting, dom!Seokjin, fluff and plot if you squint haha

Word count: 10k

Heat

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The sky shone a radiant hue, crystal waters shimmering against the spring blues. It was a delightful day, a delightful season, where the greens of trees grew and winds blew your unruly tendrils around your face.

You grimaced. You fucking hated this time of year.

Sure, it was visually appealing and abuzz with liveliness, but you knew your heat was fast approaching, and with every whiff caught in every wind—an overwhelming scent of a nearby male who could possibly tame your desires—you had to fight the beast within not to take control. The last thing you needed was to top just anybody in public.

Well, it was your own stupid decision not to stay home. You were risking so much being out and about with your urges fluctuating, especially since you lived in a thriving urban area on the coast, where foot traffic never ceased; you were constantly surrounded every second spent beyond the confines of your apartment.

Normally you acted more responsibly, keeping away from the public. But for some reason, your legs carried you to the beach this blue afternoon where children laughed and sand scuttled beneath your toenails; a reason unbeknownst to you.

This would mark your forth heat at ripe young age of twenty-one, all the while you still managed to keep an innocent tail tucked between your legs. Virginal, yes, but that didn’t mean you were undesiring of physical attention. Truth be told, you kept to yourself because you were mate-less, and finding someone entirely complacent with sating your heat with no strings attached seemed difficult and frankly—too time-consuming. You made do with your own pleasures since the age of 18—the age where people presented. Alpha, beta, or, in your unfortunate case, omega.

You sighed, turning your head away from where the wind carried a tempting aroma across the sands, and dug your free toes against the grains. “This is dumb.” You announced lowly, standing to your feet. Of course it was. That night would probably be your most painfully endured since your last heat and there you were—kicking your feet around at the beach. You were only causing yourself more suffering with the exposure, every little scent carried your way making your throat tighten just a bit more.

I should get home…

You turned around. After ensuring the back of your skirt was free of granules, you slipped on your sandals and trudged away from the crashing waves. Your ears twitched with every jeer and splash of kids playing with their families beneath the blazing sun. If only your heat didn’t occur during such a nice time of year…

You sighed again, lips in a tight line, and you cautiously took back roads towards the station.

With eyes closed and earbuds tucked in, you willed yourself to ignore the people around you. Actually, there were very few aboard the train. It must have had something to do with the time of day—everyone was already where they needed to be at four o’clock, and the trains wouldn’t be bustling until rush hour later that evening.

A few middle-aged betas gave you nervous glances from the seats across, and you couldn’t blame them—it was only natural to. You were an omega going into heat. Really, though, the only ones holding liberty over you were alphas, and you’d been lucky not to have confrontations with any. The idea of feeling the physical desire to bow down just because of an overwhelming sense of submission seemed odd to you. You were too prideful to bow down to just anyone. But with your heat approaching… you weren’t sure how you’d react if you were to come into contact with one.

The betas whispered to each other with wary eyes. You figured, at this point, your raging hormones could probably be sensed meters away. Anyone could tell you were going into heat, and they either pitied you for being alone, or feared what you would become when it hit.

And of course you wouldn’t force yourself onto a couple of old, mated betas; that would do no justice—they wouldn’t satisfy your desires at all.

But when a tall, dark, and handsome male—an alpha with golden eyes—passed by, you had to wring your hands around the support handle and swipe the drool from your lip. It took almost all your strength not to follow him out to his stop, and you cursed yourself, again, for being so careless.

The betas scampered off quickly and soon you were left alone in the compartment. This is so shitty.

You attempted a few calming breaths now that you were the sole passenger in the train car, your head falling back against the window. Thank God I called out of work for a week… suddenly you were hoping a week was long enough. You had been lucky the past few years, sating your desires within the short time span. Something’s different this time. You shook your head, worried. It felt stronger, more uncontrollable.

Your thoughts were disrupted several minutes later when the doors opened at a new station and you immediately flinched in your seat. Oh no…

Your nose sought the air even before your eyes opened, and the most delicious aromas cascaded through the compartment. Alphas. You salivated, and quickly shook your head. Unmated, from the smell of it.

Being mated provided a unique scent—it deterred one from being attracted to anyone other than their mate. Lucky for you, that tall, dark, and handsome alpha you saw earlier had been mated—otherwise he would surely have acted upon your spreading scent. However, given that none of these alphas were mated—and neither were you—anxiety blossomed within you as your thoughts raced.

“Shit,” You whispered, eyes flying open to take in the newcomers. Your hand was already digging around your purse in search for a familiar spray bottle, and when you found it, you quickly spritzed the scent several times. It would provide a bubble, a barrier, and hopefully it would prevent the three young men from catching your horridly sinful scent. That would be embarrassing, almost on par with being publicly nude. They seemed not to take notice of you right away, and you breathed a sigh of relief, thighs squeezing together in hopes your efforts were not fruitless.

Alas, the three took their seats, a little ways away from you on the opposite side of the train car, and continued their discussions privately.

That was too close…

You closed your eyes again and brought your music to full volume, breathing only with your mouth because lord knows what’ll happen if you sniff them out for too long.

No one else had boarded, and you still had another twenty minutes minimum before your stop.

Eight minutes in, there was an obnoxiously alarming screech of metal, and the train car shook ferociously. Your eyes shot open and you tore the buds from your ears just in time to catch the conductor’s voice on the PA.

“Errr, sorry for the interruption folks, but it looks like we have some debris on the bridge ahead of us.” You peered out the window behind you, squinting against the sun, as the train slowed to a halt. “We’ll alert the authorities to remove it… For your safety, please remain calm, ladies and gentlemen, and remain within your compartment. For safety reasons, we cannot allow anyone to leave, so please be patient…” Oh great.

You could tell the conductor was trying his best to ease the passengers’ tensions, and that he was genuinely apologetic, but that really didn’t help your situation.

You shifted again, away from where the three males complained amongst themselves. Through the window, you overlooked the sea, having been stopped right in the middle of a one-way bridge, and the height made you nauseous, so you turned away. It normally was quite a pretty sight, however, you felt only discomfort when you realized you were trapped that that high off the ground. Yikes. You faced forward, calming yourself.

And then, after a few minutes of easy breathing, it hit you, like a tidal wave. You almost lurched forward off the seat, sweat breaking out immediately on your brow. Your body was hot, fiery, and needy as all hell. The first thought to cross your mind was escape, and you took to your feet, scampering down the compartment towards the bathroom stall. Fuck, fuck, fuck—You thought, the ability to maintain control wavering. You could feel your breath hitching and your motor senses fighting back. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK— you were so close, until—

“Oomph!”

Uh-oh. That didn’t come from you.

You discovered your eyes had been closed during your brief and unstable trek, so when you opened them, you were surprised to find there was a body beneath you.

There was surprise in the crystal eyes of the alpha. His face was gentle, awestruck, like a child gazing wondrously inside a candy store. And you saw his nose twitch, and then, everything changed.

You tried reeling back, but your body responded to his, and you only found yourself inching closer. His eyes, those once innocent orbs, were blown-out as he easily caught your scent cascading around him.

Submit.

You trembled, swallowing thickly, before finding just enough willpower to heave yourself odd the sturdy man to remember he was a stranger.

“S-s-sorry!” You hissed out, your head pounding, like your body was punishing you for disobeying its desires.

You scrambled to your feet, only to trip and fall back onto the opposing seats again.

As your vision cleared somewhat, you took note of the three staring at you. There was a similar expression on all their faces, though, the older one seemed to have the most sense in his daunting black eyes.

“Are you okay?” He questioned carefully, calm and collected, though you could see the vein in his neck straining as his nostrils sought your sweet scent.

Submit.

You gasped once under his gaze, nodding shyly a few times before eyeing the other two, the younger alphas.

The one beside the elder held a blank expression, but his dark eyes were fixed on you as his jaw was working like some mechanism. As for the one you managed to topple over, his fists clenched around the material of his jeans while his eyes trained on the sensitive part of your neck, as though it were a tasteful fruit he wanted to take a bite from.

They all appeared to be quite different in age, though, that did nothing to discern the lusts burning in their eyes.

You swallowed thickly, submit, and then eyed the end of the car again, seeking the restroom.

“S-sorry, again.” With a light bow, you clapped a hand over your lips and nostrils and staggered away from them, tearing through the door to the small compartment separating cars. The bathroom was at your left, and without hesitation, and with a small whine, you flung the door open and locked yourself inside.

~~~

After about ten minutes of hyperventilating in the tiny, cubical of a bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror and decided you were back in control. The pain subsided, for now, but you knew you couldn’t hole out in the restroom until rescue arrived to clear the track. It was becoming too stuffy, too hot, and that only muddled your fuzzy brain.

With a deep inhale, you nervously opened the door, unprepared for what to expect back in the train car.

When you entered the compartment again, your footfalls were timid, slow, and you kept your eyes at your toes while streaks of an orange sun shone through the windows. Even though you didn’t see much of a point in using your scent-repressing spray, now that it was obvious you were in heat, you chanced a few spritzes. Hopefully it’d mask some evident traces of… that damnable musk.

Instead of returning back to your normal spot on the bench, you chose the seat closest to the doors leading to the bathroom. Just in case there was another emergency.  

And in sitting down shamefully, you peered through the tendrils of hair draping before your face; you caught the three of them, their figures huddled together in silence.

They were watching you.

You felt embarrassment flush your features and hastily felt around your bag for your headphones. You wondered how long the train would remain at standstill, desperation in your clutches as you squeezed your handbag to your chest.

Sixteen minutes passed. Sixteen minutes in peace.

Then seventeen minutes came around, and it was as unexpected and horrendous as the first.

You cried into your shoulder, having harshly bitten into the flesh, as your miserable orgasm finally approached. But it was cut short—because your fingers were not enough to sate your thirst. You were so dizzy, so light-headed, and so fucking pissed that you couldn’t reach your end. You were so close! And then, the tension just—snapped. And not in the good way.

You dragged your soaked fingers from your core as you whined again, your head rolling back onto the mirror you’ve propped yourself up against. Stroking your tender nub, in hopes to reignite that flame you lost so suddenly, you released an airy breath, trying so hard to keep your whimpers at bay.

“Fuck,” a tear clambered down your cheek. Your slick was melting through your fingertips; hot and heavy in your palm. You should’ve cared more about the stickiness dribbling down your legs and onto the floor—but in the moment, the disgusting mess you’ve made strayed from your thoughts. It was hardly a priority.

In the haze of your heat, you barely heard the knock on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

Him; it was the voice belonging to the older alpha from the train car, and you barely stifled the whine emitting from your throat at the scent emerging from the gap underneath the door. And judging from his sharp intake of breath, you gathered he probably got a good whiff of you as well.

All rationale escaping you, a cry tore from your throat as you lurched forward and unlocked the door, your scent barreling through the frame as you swung it open. The broad man’s face was contorted in an expression you didn’t care to decipher, but his aroma—his delicious scent—had you intoxicated and throwing your arms around his neck.

“Alpha, please,” you begged to the stranger as he stiffened and gulped. His arms made purchase on your hips, and instead of pulling you closer like you wanted, the tall man resorted to distancing you.

“Look,” He groaned as you whined and protested the increased proximity. “It’s… dangerous for you to be here, and god you smell so fucking good,” he made to bury his nose in your neck, and you presented it for him desperately fast, but he caught himself with a cleared throat. “But I can’t let you suffer in here alone.”

“It… it hurts so much!” You whined, your core clenching around nothing, struggling against the hands clasping your wrists at your sides. “Please just fuck me! Please!”

You glanced up to see a flash in his eyes, and you’re certain you’ve convinced him—until he shook his head and tore his eyes away. “I’m not going to take advantage of you like that. I only came to calm you down and bring you some pain meds. Plus I’m trying to keep you from my friends, in case you were planning on wandering out again—they don’t have the kind of tolerance I have.” There was a wry smile at his lips but you lacked the mental capacity to admire it.

“Please…” you tiredly flung yourself at him again, to no avail—the gentle alpha had the upper hand in strength. You were no match to his size, and although that notion turned you on, the heat clouding your rationale was suddenly dissipating.

In an instant, the pain in your abdomen subsided enough for your mind to clear. You stepped away, the second wave of your heat taking its exit, shame in your eyes.

“I-I’m sorr—”

“Don’t apologize.” He smiled. “I don’t mind. Here—you left this behind.” Your eyes shot down to his hands, which had since released your wrists and now beheld your forgotten handbag. You must have been too quick to make a break for the restroom at the onslaught of your second heat wave.

The man had the decency to place the thing atop the sink of the stall-like restroom. You flushed at the realization that your hands were still too sticky and overwhelmed with your lubricant to be comfortable, and you were quick to rearrange your skirt.

“I’ll give you a minute to clean up.” He turned away, grasping the door handle. You paused.

“You’re staying?” You winced at your tone, but instead of being offended, the handsome man simply nodded.

“I told you; you’re staying here until we’re off this train. And I’ll be here to give you company so you’re not alone.”

Your heart throbbed after his words, and you felt a gush of warmth expelling into your panties. You frowned, because at the sound of his prying nostrils seeking the air, you realized that he had noticed. Then you bit your lip, anticipating his alpha instincts to kick in. To turn around and ravage you like an animal. A pinprick of fear consumed you.

But, alas, he turned away. “Knock when you’re ready.” His tone was light. You relaxed.

“Thank you…” you whispered after him, a gentle hum leaving his throat in return as he closed the door behind him.

You made haste in rinsing off your hands. Then, you ran damp paper towels down the insides of your thighs, mopping the streaks of lubricant from your legs. You sighed, noticing the puddle of accumulated liquid on the floor. With a fresh batch of towels, you carefully scooped it up and deposited it into the bin. Unfortunately, the smell would permeate in the small room for the next several days. You felt for the person who would eventually have to dispose of the garbage.

It only took a few moments to become decent. With a shaky breath, you knocked on the door, and the tall alpha was opening it almost instantly. A shy smile was on his face, and he probably smelled that your aroma had been somewhat contained.

“Hey,” He said, dark hair falling into his brows.

You nod at him and let him in. The room felt too small for the two of you, and anxiety swept through you at the thought of sharing the space for god knew how long until the train track was cleared of debris and you were free to leave.

“What’s your name?” Your thoughts were disrupted by his low, sweet voice. You glanced his way. Oh, I didn’t even realize we hadn’t introduced ourselves.

“Y/N,” you looked down and played with the hem of your skirt. “My name is Y/N.” Embarrassment still washed over you as you thought back to your previous actions.

The man made a noise and dug into his back pocket. “Well, Y/N.” Your name sounded wonderful on his lips. “My name is Seokjin. Here; ibuprofen—they’ll help with the pain when your next wave hits.”

Seokjin released two capsules of pain relief into your palm, a pleasant smile on his face as you thanked him and accepted the water bottle he had brought.

You downed them quickly, your gaze falling away from the man once again. There was one thought that kept bugging you, but you weren’t sure how to inquire it. So, you deposited the bottle atop the sink and shifted on your feet. An awkward silence swallowed you.

However, it seemed as though the kind Seokjin would have none of that. “So, Y/N… why were you out and about during your heat?” There was a lilt in his words that eased the tension in the room.

You paused and released a shaky breath, feeling almost idiotic as you pondered the answer. “I… I wanted to enjoy the weather before being locked away for a week. I thought I’d have enough time, but my heat came early. And what’s worse is that it’s never been this strong. I can’t even…” you frowned, “I can’t even get off, by myself.” You flushed under his gaze, but Seokjin seemed unphased.

“How old are you?” He asked thoughtfully.

“21.”

Then he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, his gentle blue sweater tightening around his shoulders. “So, this is your forth heat?”

You nodded after him, observing his puzzled expression. Seokjin quirked his lips, “I heard that heats come early sometimes for omegas if they’re under a lot of stress. Same goes for not being able to self-stimulate.” He paused for the dramatics as you flushed and took in the information with a frown. Then he continued, “Are you stressed?”

Sure, you had to take a week off work in the busiest time of the year. And sure, due to the leave of absence, you were setting yourself up for an intense return filled with cramming projects to meet a nearing deadline. So yeah, stressed was an understatement. For the past month, your office job had you fucking up your sleep schedule and contemplating alcoholism.

You nodded after him, eyes meeting his large, wise ones. Seokjin leaned against the door frame, some feet away, as you stationed yourself atop the closed toilet seat. “Work has been hectic lately.”

“Ah, then my presumption is probably right.” Insightful eyes danced towards yours and you suddenly felt relaxed in his presence.

“Why do you know so much about the female heat?” You found yourself pondering aloud after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“I have an older sister. She would always demand pain pills before locking herself up.” He scuffed his shoe against the flooring, the distant creak of metal sounding some ways away. “Guess I’m just used to it.”

You cocked your head. “Is that why you have a…” a breath released from you, “high tolerance for omegas in heat?”

Seokjin stiffened slightly at that, his eyes flashing so suddenly as though a sinful thought had infiltrated his defenses. But it was gone as quick as it came. “Probably. I’ve always just been more mature too, unlike Taehyung and Jungkook out there. I’m a few years older than them, so I’ve had more time to learn to control myself, no matter how—” His eyes dart from your toes to your neck, “tempting an omega’s heat is.”

You admired his self-control. Even though it still appeared as though tidbits of his dominating alpha gene made a brief appearance, any other alpha male would have given into temptation and had you their way. The worst part is that you would’ve let them.

It was remarkable, really. Your whole life since presenting as an omega, a somewhat rare feat, had been hellish during your heats and endlessly bothersome during male’s ruts. Males were supposed to lock themselves away during their ruts, but there were still the reckless handful who marched around and preyed on unsuspecting betas or uncommon omegas.

You really wished that you had presented as a beta—the only one in the hierarchy that didn’t have to face a rut or heat. They were the median who lived peacefully without preference to a mate’s rank. But no, you just had to be the ultimate sub—an omega, whose kind crumbled at the feet of any alpha. And though alphas could take anyone they wanted—other alphas, betas, or omegas—during their heats or ruts, omegas were the sweetest tasting in the bunch. The ones they could easily dominate.

You frowned at the thought, gaze gliding over to scan the side profile of Seokjin. He was devilishly handsome, and you wondered if he would be as kind as he was now during his rut—the male version of a heat. That’s when alphas are at their least controllable state.

“Ah,” you released a tiny gasp, knees locking beneath you. No, not again. You silently cursed and chided yourself for returning to your vulnerable state. “Se-Seokjin, I’m—”

He had braced himself at the door even before you began speaking, the atmosphere having shifted around you. His nose sought the air, his tongue wetting his lip quickly, before he made to pile a stack of paper towels beside the sink.

“I know, Y/N, just relax. Breathe easy. Take your time, I’ll be outside the door.” Quickly, he turned. But you were quicker, a whine building in your throat. You snagged the sleeve of his sweatshirt with a clammy palm, thighs rubbing against one another as you became entirely consumed by your heat again.

“Please don’t leave me,” you tucked your nose against his spine, and Seokjin ceased in the frame. “If you’re here, it might help me—” get off, you wanted to say, before a whine spilled from your throat. You could feel him contemplating, before he walked backward, your chest pressing into his mid-back. He back-peddled until your tail bone met the opposing wall, his masculine aroma bombarding your senses.

“Okay, okay.” He turned, eyes wavering as he scanned your form. His were a mix between dazed and calculating, while yours were a concoction of glazed and longing.

Your head rolled back against the wall as Seokjin took a step away, your eyes cinching closed as you breathed in the alpha in the air. His very presence brought about enough slick to become embarrassed by. You didn’t care, though. Your omega had something else in mind.

He silently stationed himself at the door, like a knight guarding his queen’s quarters, keeping you under his watchful eyes. He had no idea what he just agreed to.

Your legs spread on their own accord, your knee buckling under the anticipation, and the wall was forced to support you. With a trembling hand, your fingers dipped underneath your skirt, dancing along the curve of your thigh before they were nimbly pressed against your destroyed panties. The wetness had you groaning, your sensitive clit reacting immediately to the touch. With haste, you pushed the soaking underwear to the side and played with your tender folds, nearly forgetting about your audience until an audible growl emitted from his throat.

You whined, submit, your eyes flinging open to take in his heated form. He was clearly enjoying the show; his palm pressed flat against the cock straining in his jeans. “S-Seokjin,” you whimpered, fingers rolling against your nub with more vigor now that you had him in your sight.

“Go on, Y/N, touch yourself like the little omega you are.” He encouraged through his teeth, eyes dark, but legs motionless. He wouldn’t give in—no matter how much he wanted you, he was rooted in place.

So, you obeyed, ears seeking the little breathes of exertion he released with every stroke of his palm against himself.

Your folds were like silk in your hand, and you were quick to match the rhythm of his distant strokes. He groaned at the notion, excitement exploding within you as you watched with heavy lids as he undid his pants and snaked a hand in.

He didn’t reveal his length, but the visual already had you squirming under his gaze, slick coasting down your legs to settle into your sandals. A finger entered you, and another one followed, and you pumped in—and out, and in, and out, and—tears escaping your eyes as his were glued to your brutal ministrations.

“Stay there,” He warned darkly as you took an unwarranted step towards him. You veered back immediately, whining lowly. It was his alpha voice—the commands lacing alpha’s syllables that omegas couldn’t refuse to obey. It was a physical response as much as it was a mental one, so you remained latched to the wall as you pierced your core deeper.

The scent of his precum permeated your nostrils and you suddenly collapsed to your knees, heaving aloud but insistently fingering yourself. With your knees spread beneath you, your bum raised in the air, wiggling under the assault of your digits.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, just like that,” Seokjin breathed out, his hand moving faster in his jeans. You chanced a look at his features—fucked out; sweaty; pupils blown to their limits. In any other circumstance you would’ve wondered how it was possible he maintained such control—but you were too focused on meeting your end.

Now that the pain medicine had kicked in, your headache was dissipating, and your stomach was churning for a new reason. “I’m gonna cum!” You choked out, inserting a third finger to the mix. “Can I cum, alpha?” You were on the verge of crying in desperation for release, your eyes pleading for his permission because it was only natural to obey an alpha.

Seokjin chuckled darkly, his pumping hand stuttering as his free one clenched the denim of his jeans. “Cum for me, Y/N. Cum all over the floor.”

And that was all it took; your forehead fell against the tile and you bit back extremities, whimpering and crumbling under the weight of the most intense orgasm of your life.

White clouded your eyes, your body collapsing like dead weight, and you heard the end of Seokjin’s release into his palm, the new scent mingling with yours.

It felt as though several minutes had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a few moments when you were being carefully lifted from the floor and gently placed atop the toilet seat. You slumped against the wall with a satisfied sigh, leaning into the warm hand pressed against your brow.

“You did so well, Y/N.” His voice was but a mere whisper, tickling your cheek as you felt the dampness of a towel slide against your heel. You let him clean you, and the act felt so intimate that when your orgasmic bliss evanesced, you couldn’t battle the racing of your heart for the man.

Technically, he wasn’t a stranger—but you didn’t know him well enough to call him anything else. The thrumming in your chest only served to remind you that you were probably just extremely hormonal because of your heat. You couldn’t actually be falling for him.

The towel ceased at the apex of your thighs, and your eyes fluttered open to take in the breathtaking sight of the man on his knees before you.

You whined, clapping a hand over your mouth just after; embarrassed.

Seokjin just smiled, his eyes clear of lust, and looked between your exposed panties and your expression; he was asking for permission.

And before you could think it over—realize what it would entail—you were nodding like a shy idiot, and he was swiping the material over your exposed folds.

You kicked a leg out on accident, wincing at the overstimulation. “Sorry, I just need to get you clean,” he spoke softly, like washing you was his obligation.

It took a few embarrassing minutes until all the slick had been dumped away, Seokjin having taken care of his mess shortly after. You gave him privacy as he reached within the confines of his boxers to wipe himself, to which he laughed at, calling your actions cute.

“Done,” he smirked, tying the full garbage bag at the top to contain the smell. He turned to you, his eyes twinkling and playful, as though the recent explicit event had not occurred. “That should tide you over for a bit.”

His nose pointed in the air, suddenly, and his face shifted to the door, eyes slanting. A frown pulled on his cheeks. Before you could question him, in your hazy state, there was a knock against the slab. You bit back a whimper at the intruding scent of an alpha, overwhelming your heightened senses. You cowered back behind Seokjin on instinct, tucking yourself into the back corner with your legs squeezed shut.

The broad man hesitated at the frame, fingering the locking mechanism before unengaging it and opening it just enough to poke his head out.

“Jungkook, what is it?”

You recognized the name, and the scent—it belonged to the young alpha you ran into earlier, with his doe-like eyes and pouty lips. Both features had turned sinful the moment your heat made itself known. A twinge of fear bubbled within you as you watched on.

“Hyung, the debris has been moved.”

“We’ll be leaving soon.” Another velvety voice added. The blank-faced alpha with dangerous eyes must have joined them. Their domineering presence made you nervous, but the good news hit you hard; the train would be moving soon.

You must not have heard the announcement during your… escapades, and relief filled you upon the notion you would be home soon.

Seokjin nodded after the younger alphas, still holding the door closed enough for you not to see the other males. “Okay. You guys go on without me. I’ll be taking Y/N home.”

The other alpha was silent, but you could almost hear the working of his jaw in the air. “No, hyung, we’ll go with you.” There was a hard rasp to his voice, causing you to tighten your arms around yourself.

It was Seokjin’s turn to grow quiet, his fist gripping around the door frame harder. The vein in his hand was raised and angry, the tension from him making you anxious.

At that moment, the compartment lurched forward, the train beginning to chug on. Seokjin toppled into the door at the sudden movement, leaving it swinging open and revealing the other alphas to you.

Immediately, their dark eyes burned into your form. You squirmed under their intense gaze, a warmth bubbling in your stomach.

“Fuck,” Jungkook pushed forward.

“She smells so good.” The other one caught his arm to fight his way through the entrance. They were pushing against each other, light growls leaving their throats, but Seokjin was quick to recover and force them back, a vicious growl erupting from his chest.

You sunk under the sound, submitting to his assertion of dominance even though it wasn’t directed towards you.

“Jungkook, Taehyung—” His voice was scarily deep and so unlike anything you’d heard from him before. “Back off, she isn’t yours.”

“And she isn’t yours either. She’s unmated.” The one with shaggy ash-blond hair bit out, a firm hand bracing the door open, against his elder’s wishes.

“No, she isn’t. I’m not taking care of her heat. I’m keeping her away from you two.” They were having a silent show-down, blown eyes staring one another down—a battle that would dictate the alpha male of the bunch.

Somewhere inside of you didn’t want the group of friends fighting over something as mere as an omega, but there was no way you could have intervened without facing consequences.

After a minute, Seokjin still standing firm, the darkness in the younger alphas’ eyes lightened, and they were stepping away with lightly bowed heads.

“Fine. We’ll see you later then,” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s arm, pulling the slightly more stubborn male away and out of the compartment.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in, heart hammering in your chest. The click of the door registered in the back of your mind, your abdomen swimming with arousal and fear simultaneously, and you were grateful another wave hadn’t appeared during the confrontation.

“Are you okay?” And in an instant, you were relaxed. You glanced up from your feet and into the warm brown eyes of Seokjin, his tone kind and honey-like.

You nodded, and he held an arm out for you. When he grasped your hand, he lifted you from the floor, placing you on the toilet seat gently. “We’ll be off soon,” there was an unidentifiable lilt to his voice.

You nodded again, brushing your hair from your eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. You thought back to what he had said to the younger alphas. “Thank you for defending me. You didn’t have to.” You whispered barely loud enough for him to understand. His chest hurt at the sight of you so small and omega-like.

“I didn’t have to. But I wanted to.” He smiled. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be walking you home.”

Your heart skipped a beat, eyes widening as you began shaking your head. “I don’t mind.” He grinned, plopping a large, crooked hand atop your head, ruffling your hair adoringly.

“Good,” then his lips tightened into a line. “I’m afraid of what could happen if I left you alone.”

The realization dawned on you then that this journey was not yet over—that you wouldn’t be truly safe from hungry alphas until you were home. Seokjin’s reassurance lifted a weight off your shoulders, and for the first time that day, your cheeks pulled a genuine smile.

“Thank you so much—for everything, Seokjin.”

“Jin.”

Your head cocked in question. The handsome man only repeated himself. “Jin. Seokjin is fine and all but my friends call me Jin.”

Friends.

Your smile only faltered a second before you tested the name on your tongue. “Okay, Jin. Thank you.”

He nodded at you and leaned against the sink. The remainder of the ride was spent casually conversing, but something nagged the back of your mind.

Friends.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t try topping you. He didn’t even see you as a potential mate. The thought made your chest hurt, but as you gazed at the man cackling after cracking some wicked dad joke, you figured you’d take what you could get.

~~~

One year later

“My heat’s coming up.”

Jin looked up from his meatloaf, eyebrows darting to his bangs. You wanted to laugh at him, with his cheeks stuffed and eyes widened to the max.

He gobbled down the meat suddenly, glancing around the restaurant for any bystanders. “Already? Man, it’s already been a year?”

You smiled at him, thinking back to the time that’s passed so quickly. After that eventful train ride nearly a year before, Seokjin did as he said and walked you home, his eyes assaulting any alphas on the street that looked at you the wrong way. With his domineering presence, you arrived home safely and parted ways with the male, but not before he promised to check back at the end of the week.

True to his words, he knocked at your front door the morning after your heat ended and treated you to a celebratory breakfast. And it didn’t end there; you would see each other every few weeks, bonding over common interests, and before you knew it, you had forged a companionship with the man that your friends couldn’t help but to question.

He’d seen you and you trusted him at your worst—which really helped to bring you together. And not only just that; his friends became yours.

Jungkook and Taehyung had apologized for their behavior, and you were undoubtedly closest to them after sharing a big laugh in the aftermath of last year’s events.

Along the way you were introduced to various other members of the friend group, all of whom were either beta or alpha, a notion that would’ve made you slightly nervous hanging around with them until they wholeheartedly welcomed you to the mix with open arms. Hoseok and Namjoon were the only mated ones, the former a beta and the latter an alpha. You met their mates—lovely queens named Wheein and Hwasa. The rest, Jimin, a beta, and Yoongi, an alpha, were as kind and welcoming as the others. You fit into the family seamlessly.

You nodded, stabbing a fork into steamed vegetables. “Time flies,” the carrots met your taste buds in a savory manner, and you cooed into the plate.

“Well I can bring you some supplies like last time, if you want.” Seokjin offered, taking another bite. At this, you were quick to shake your head.

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary,” a quick swig of water. You licked your lips and prepared to gauge his reaction. “I’m thinking of asking Taehyung to be my heat partner.”

A metallic ring echoed in the restaurant as his fork clashed against his plate. Jin choked on his food once, managing a few gulps of water to force the chunks down. You offered apologetic eyes to the passing wait staff and fellow customers who turned at the noise.

When he recovered, Seokjin patted his lips dry with a napkin and met your gaze—his filled with an unreadable haze. “Taehyung? Why do you suddenly want a heat partner?”

You shrugged. “I think it’s about time I have someone instead of taking care of business myself. Last year was rough on my own,” because you could’ve helped me but you friend-zoned me, you dunce. You frowned at the thought, quickly shaking it away. “And Taehyung? Well, he’s attractive. We’re comfortable with each other. I’m sure he’ll agree.”

You waited for his response and were kept waiting quite some time. The silence was almost unbearably awkward. “Jin? You good?” you cocked your head cutely at him, and the alpha flushed, tearing his eyes away and forcing down another slice of meat.

“I’m good. You haven’t talked with him about it yet? When do you start your cycle?”

“I’ll talk with him today after I meet up with Solar and Byulie,” Solar and Moonbyul were a mated pair you befriended through Hwasa and Wheein. You were especially fond of Solar—the only other omega in the bunch—and related with her like none other. “It starts in four days.”

The man before you nodded knowingly, eyeing his meal as though he was disinterested in it now. “Well, it’s good you’ve it planned out. Hopefully it goes well for you.”

The conversation somewhat died there, and disappointment filled you. You wanted him to say something—to encourage not choosing Taehyung as a heat partner. To, instead, volunteer himself. You weren’t really planning to ask for Taehyung’s assistance. Sure, the idea appealed to you at first, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized it wasn’t his help that you wanted.

It was troublesome being Seokjin’s friend when you liked him far more than that.

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The day of your heat found you standing outside of your friend’s door. As it occurred, Taehyung wouldn’t have even been able to help you had you asked; he and Jungkook went on a camping trip, meant to be absent from town for several days.

Seokjin must have discovered it eventually too, but you hadn’t been able to contact him since the day at the restaurant. You frowned, knocking on the door again. You wanted him to be the one who checked in on you during your leave. The one who supplied you with medication and food and moral support. Also, you left your laptop at his place the last time you visited, and that’s something you really needed if you were going to be trapped at home for a week.

You huffed, tapping your foot against the concrete. You wouldn’t have risked going to anyone else the day of your heat’s arrival. You trusted Seokjin, because he was there for you last year. But you weren’t sure how the others would respond and you weren’t nearly as close to them.

“Come on, Jin. I wouldn’t have had to come if you answered your phone.” The outside temperature was getting to you, a sweat forming on your brow when the door suddenly opened.

You jumped at the noise, eyes darting up to meet the… frenzied, dark ones of Kim Seokjin. “Jin?” You voice was but a mere whimper when an unfamiliar scent met your nostrils. He didn’t smell like your Jin. He was dressed loosely, his hair wild and unruly atop his hand, lips pulled tightly into a line as he looked you up and down.

“You can’t be here.” Hurt filled you at the maliciousness of his words, and you went to respond when he continued. “Leave now, Y/N.”

Shit. A tear pricked at the corner of your eye. He never used his alpha voice on you. You cowered immediately, eyeing your feet as your fingers clenched. Your body reacted subconsciously, turning, before you caught yourself, a sudden flare of frustration slicing through you.

“No. What’s wrong with you? I just came for my laptop.” You bit out, confidence seeping from your being like sap oozing from a tree. His gaze was as hard and intense as when he first opened the door. Then, without a warning, he opened it entirely and beckoned you inside.

“Hurry.” He demanded lowly, and you shivered. It looked as though he was holding his breath, sweating, and you worried for him, wondering if he grew ill in the time since the restaurant. That or you did something wrong and he was avoiding you at all costs. The thought made you simmer with anxiety—what did you do?

You were quick to rush into his living room and retrieve your PC from beneath the sofa, where you had hidden it during an instance in which Jungkook began shooting a water gun at everyone. You had forgotten it there and grasped it firmly before turning back to where Seokjin was standing before the door, his eyes trained on your being as though he had been intensely staring the whole time. Your cheeks warmed at the thought.

“Jin, what’s wrong?” You asked again, softer.

You could almost hear the gears turning in his head, and you saw the bobble of his adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly. His pupils were blown. The unfamiliar scent from earlier hit you like a freight train.

And so did your heat.

Instantly, you were bending forward, laptop clattering to the floor as you grasped your abdomen. The pain erupted within you, and you could feel the buildup of warmth in your core, the accumulation of liquid seeping into your underwear. A whine escaped you, and the scent permeating from your friend intoxicated you.

“J-Jin?” You looked up at him, almost falling to your knees while meeting his hungry gaze. It suddenly all clicked for you.

Jin was experiencing his rut.

And his rut encouraged the onslaught of your heat.

It was a textbook mating ritual.

The prime time for breeding—when a heat and a rut run the same course, it’s basically fated for the affiliated parties to mate.

Your thoughts consumed you, and you only grew more aroused.

“Y/N, fuck, you need to go right now before fuck you right here.” There was a growl riding off each syllable, a whimper tearing from you after each one.

“I can’t Jin—I need you.” Your own voice was unfamiliar to your ears, and you could see the final remnants of his resolve leave his expression as he took a great whiff of your aroma. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in your delicacy, chest expanding against his loose T shirt.

Then, he took wide steps towards you, a hand grasping your arm firmly. He dragged you—manhandled you—all the way to his bed room, an unforgiving hold so unlike the tenderness you were accustomed to from the man.

Next found you plopped atop the king mattress, fitted with black, silky sheets. The chill of them coaxed your bare legs, having donned capri leggings, and you gasped out.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Seokjin’s voice was husky, almost as though he had just awoken. It made you squeeze your thighs together, a desperate attempt to relieve yourself. His words just barely passed through your comprehension, and his confession had you squirming in place.

“Please,” you weren’t sure what you were begging for, but it certainly had something to do with extinguishing the fire in your loins. It was a waste to wait for his next move, so your fingers pinched the bottom of your camisole, tossing the material overhead without regard for where it landed. Seokjin topped you in an instant, groaning at the sight of your breasts confined in a simple white bra.

His hot hands fell heavy at your sides, roaming over the exposed skin as though he was exploring it to remember the feeling of every curve. Your ribs; your hips; your ample tits. He tore the material from your skin, a hiss flowing from your lips as the chill of the room tightened your nipples into perked peaks.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered lowly, mouthing at your ear lobe. “I can’t wait to fuck you full of cum.”

A groan escaped from your throat at the thought—him filling you to the brim, a knot securing his load, breeding you full of his children.

“Oh, you like that?” He teased, hands roaming to massage your ass. “you like the thought of me impregnating you? You want me to fuck you full of my kids?” At the increase of slick seeping from the apex of your legs and the stuttering of your heart rate, Seokjin knew he was right.

He smirked, pulling back to stare you down, “I guess I’ll give you what we both want, omega.” You nodded hastily, a buzz in your brain preventing any words from forming. Seokjin leaned back just enough to wring his shirt over his head, his hands going to his sweatpants. During his distraction, you pulled from beneath him, just enough to turn over. Your bare breasts and sensitive nipples met the cold silk, your body assuming its natural position; rear in the air, your cheek pressed against the bed, hands grasping the headboard as your knees supported your weight.

“Y/N, you were born to bend over for me…” you whined as his hand came down to stroke your ass through the stretchy material. Then he stopped, and you peered over your shoulder in question. The blackness of his orbs was momentarily lessened as he looked down at you before him.

“I want to worship you and make love to you, but that will have to wait until after I’ve had my way with you.”

And then it was back, and he ripped the material from your covered wet parts, exposing your dripping flesh right before his eyes. You gasped at the feeling, eyes cinching shut as your head rolled into the bed. Slick had decorated your thighs, causing them to glisten in the dim lighting. Seokjin admired the view briefly, stroking his bare manhood as he took into consideration how needy you were.

Then, with a solid slam of his hips, he sheathed his masterful dick within you, a cry tearing from your lips. The fit was tight, and Seokjin didn’t stop—he released a hefty growl, finally feeling you like he’s wanted to all this time. You were more than ready for him; seeping lubrication, but that didn’t help the initial sting upon his infiltration.

“Fuck!” He hoarsely gritted, his teeth snapping at your shoulder blades. “You’re so tight, omega.” The name had you heaving a whine, back arching to meet his every thrust. He was relentless. With each maneuver, an explosion of pleasure combusted inside you, a spray of mixed juices meeting your legs.

“Alpha, harder!” The shell of your body pleaded, your consciousness having drifted from your being. You caved into his ministrations, and he chuckled in your ear. “Can you take it, Y/N, my sweet omega? Can you take me fucking the life out of you?”

Your response was a mere sigh, eyes rolling back into your head as his thighs slammed the back of yours, the bone of his pelvis bruising your ass. You could feel every thick vein and fold forging his massive dick. They brushed your velvety walls, pistoning in and out as though the alpha’s life depended on it.

Seokjin suddenly shifted, though, without pausing his berating assault. His feet flexed against the mattress, a heavy sigh leaving his plush lips as he brought your hips higher and angled downward into your pussy. “Ah!” You cried out beneath him, his chest pressed to your back, possessively holding you against him.

“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re my bitch.” His compliments went unnoticed as you felt the build up in your abdomen. While his balls slammed against you, beating against your clit, you fought your orgasm, wanting to prolong the moment as long as possible.

“Alpha, I—”

“Me too, baby, me too.” His hips had begun to stutter, the rhythm he’d maintained for so long finally meeting a bridge that would surely be emphasized with a knot you were more than excited to receive.

Without notice, a strong arm secured itself around your abdomen, pulling you upright. You wobbled at the sway of gravity, body close to giving out and slouching if not for Seokjin holding you firmly against him. His grunts were in your ear, his tongue teasing at the side of your neck. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted just the same.

“D-do it, please.” You whined out, like you were pleading for your life. “Please, mate me.” Your voice was drowned out by the growl emanating from his chest, as his free hand went around to tear the remaining legging and panty material from your thighs, leaving you entirely bare.

He fingered your clit with immense vigor, drawing a keening noise from you. And his lips brushed the joining part of your shoulder and neck. And his teeth played with the skin there just enough for your orgasm to wash over you.

“You’re mine.”

His teeth sank into the flesh, a pain unlike any other exploding from within you. But with it; a pleasure, one you could seamlessly ride out your high in as his hips stilled to mere grinding and a swell formed at the base of his cock.

His seed pumped into you, rocketing within your tender walls, sealing himself inside you. When he could move no longer, his formidable knot breaching your core, he released a string of groans and curses and gently laid you onto the bed, his chest not leaving your back as he situated the both of you on your sides.

When you came to, the cloud shifting from your mind, it was with a giggle. His hair had been tickling the back of your neck as he peppered kisses against the mark he imprinted on your skin.

“Seokjin…” your voice was light, like a quiet whistle, and he stopped his ministrations to place his chin on your shoulder.

“Hm?”

You felt all of him, and now that your haze was drifting, you finally became embarrassed by the situation and intimacy you shared. But as he hummed a familiar tune, you giggled again, not regretting it one bit.

“Hi.” You smiled, and it was a pain to twist your neck around to meet his gaze. But with the glint of adoration in his warm orbs, there was nowhere else you’d rather be looking.

“Hello.” He grinned, planting a solid kiss atop your nose. The discomfort from your joined regions was slightly alleviated as he tucked his legs between yours—the tug less overbearing. You thanked him with a sigh.

The sun had shifted since last you were outside, and you couldn’t even begin to fathom the passage of time as you glanced to Jin’s wall clock and realized you’d fucked for almost an hour.

Time really does fly.

It was minutes before Seokjin’s knot loosened and you could finally relax, free from the pull. But his soft dick remained within you as he held you close, and you thought what this would entail for you now. You were mated. For life. Which means you were wrong about Seokjin just thinking of you as a friend. No, he wouldn’t waste his bite on someone he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with.

The thought warmed your heart, and, still managing to remain connected, you faced him, swinging a leg over his hip as he let you adjust. Silence breathed in the air.

Seokjin, with his large, encompassing hands, stroked your cheek, thumb parting your lips for him. “I’m really glad you came.” He said.

You wanted to laugh, your eyes rolling. “And there you were, telling me to leave.”

He shrugged his shoulders at first, running a hand over your side. “That was before I figured out you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I didn’t want you to give into your omega instincts or my alpha commands. I wanted you to like me on your own.”

You gasped playfully, “I never told you I liked you!”

Seokjin then faked a hurt expression, clutching his heart, and you took the time to browse his toned chest and stomach with a smirk. “Oh, but I knew it the second you told me to mate you. I’ve never heard such wonderful words come from your mouth.” He sighed out, as though recalling the cheesy heat of the moment.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe I do like you.” You gave in, tucking your head against his chest to breath him in. He had that mated smell you’ve always wondered about. It made you smile victoriously. He was yours, too. Anyone would be able to tell.  

“Y/N, you’re on the pill right?” The sudden shift in the conversation had you pulling back with question in your eyes. Then you flushed at the realization of how easy you were to risk pregnancy just minutes before.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you remembered.” He looked relieved after you said that, swiping sweat from his brow.

“Great, because as much as I want you to have our children, I don’t think either of us are prepared for that yet.”

You laughed after him, agreeing. It’d be disastrous… but yes, eventually, you saw yourself with your man and your kids. Thoughts of the future had you grinning madly.

“We can wait.” You relented, nimble fingers coming up to play with his bangs as he watched amusedly. Seokjin finally pulled out of you, a simultaneous groan sounding between you. A gush of juices swam from your core. It felt hot and disgusting, and dammit, you were already feeling a new wave of arousal form.

Seokjin caught wind of this, a brow raising. “You’re insatiable,” he pecked your cheeks lovingly, rolling over top of you.

“Maybe you’re just getting too old to keep up.” You teased as he prodded you with his tongue. He pulled away, hair falling into his face. Jin looked offended and you bit your lip to contain your laughter. His hands spread your legs, and his fingers scooped up some of the mixed liquid embedded into the sheets before pressing it back within your tender core, a gasp leaving your lips.

“Now that your heat and my rut has synced up, you’d better be ready to eat your words… well, if you’re not already choking on my dick.”

The beginnings of a swirling sensation filled your stomach and you squirmed under his playfully heated stare. “We’ll have plenty of time to play this week.” You whispered, barely maintaining the tease lacing your tone.

Seokjin smirked from above you, his hands smoothing down your arms to tangle his fingers with yours, pressing his already semi-hard dick against you.

“It’s going to be a long week, baby.”

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The Way You Look Tonight - Choi Jongho

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You smiled as you looked around you, people were dancing while dressed in their best attires, there was a group singing along to the song that was playing on the speakers and others who spoke as they stared at the newlywed couple dancing in the center of the big salon.

It has been a very beautiful ceremony on a perfect summer night, it wasn’t too hot outside and the sky was absent of any clouds letting everyone see the beautiful stars sparkling as Yunho and Sojin gave their first kiss as husband and wife.

You were so happy for them, being a close friend of sojin you have seen their relationship go through ups and downs and you often wondered if they would have their perfect happy ending, no one really saw it coming, with the way their relationship started, but when it became official everyone was over the moon.

And when sojin asked you to be one of the bride’s maid you were over the moon, she knew how much you loved weddings and helping design the salon was really fun and even if you had a really great time doing it you were happy the day finally came.

You giggled when you saw Yunho and sojin dancing to Gangnam Style, you wanted something like that, you wanted to have the perfect wedding, with the love of your life.

You were startled when someone put their arm around your waist and relaxed when you saw Jonho smiling at you, he kissed your cheek and when the song changed to something slower he offered his hand to dance with you, which you happily accepted.

You and jonho had been dating for almost three years now, you met him through Yunho and the both of you instantly clicked, you suddenly found yourself falling for him so when he asked you to be his girlfriend you couldn’t turn him down.

Over the years the two of you had found yourself building a very beautiful relationship, you weren’t just girlfriend and boyfriend, you were best friends, no one couldn’t tear the two of you apart and even if you were obsessed with each other, seonghwa, Jonnho’s oldest friend often joked about how yours was the healthiest relationship of the group.

You wanted to share your whole life with this man and you couldn’t really see yourself marrying someone else.

So you were understandably upset that the topic of marriage never came out, you didn’t want to be one of those girlfriend’s that pressured their boyfriends into proposing to them so you thought that you’d let jonho talk about it first, you’d let him make the first move and you thought that he would say something when the time was right.

But it has been three years with no word about your future together.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he looked at you with all the love of the world, you sighed and shrugged “nothing really” Jonhorolled his eyes and pinched your hip, “you know I hate it when you do that, come on tell me I can tell there is a lot in your mind,” he said pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You bit your lip worried, you didn’t think it was a good time to talk about the future of your relationship, but you were getting tired of waiting for him to say something, so you decided to make the first move.

“I was just thinking about how i would love to have a wedding just like this one” you smiled at him but then you felt your heart drop when you felt him freeze on the spot.

Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.

He coughed visibly uncomfortable and you looked at him worried, “is there something wrong?” you asked placing your hand on his cheek, he shook his head and let go of you, “no, I’m fine, I’ll go get something to drink” he said as fast as he could before he walked away, leaving you alone in the dance floor, you frowned and you followed after your boyfriend.

After a few minutes of you looking for him around the crowd you finally spotted him in the balcony, staring off at the distance, you frowned and made your way there.

“Jonho what’s wrong?” you asked almost whispering.

He turned around to see you looking at him with a worried face, he sighed and watched how the moon illuminated your appearance, making you look like an angel who came to earth just for him.

You walked a few steps so you could reach him and he cupped your face with one hand, you leaned into his comforting touch closing your eyes and you almost forgot about everything that was going on, that was the power he had on you, and you loved it how he made you feel safe.

“You look really beautiful tonight” he whispered after a few minutes in silence, you opened your eyes and grabbed his hand “jongho babe please tell me what’s wrong, you are acting weird, is it something I said?” you looked up at him and he looked away almost pained.

“y/n I’m sorry but, I don’t want to get married” your heart dropped and you sighed “I mean I understand if you aren’t ready I can wait…” “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready I’m sorry” he sighed and you looked away.

“I know you love weddings and i know you always wanted to get married but I am sorry I don’t think this is something I can give you…”  you looked at him and stepped away, now visibly hurt “if you always knew I wanted this why did you keep dating me even though you knew you didn’t want us to get married?” he sighed and looked away.

“I thought I would change my mind but I’m sorry I’m not that type of guy” he shrugged and you tried your best to not start crying right there, you didn’t want to ruin your make up hours before the wedding ended.

You looked back to the salon and you felt your heartbreak a little more when you saw sojin dancing in Yunho’s arms, knowing you’ll never have that, at least not with Jongho.

“Now what?” you asked and looked at him, he walked towards you and grabbed your hands “I can’t give you what you want, what you always wanted but I know there is someone out there who can and you deserve everything you want, you deserve to be happy with someone who can give you everything I can’t,” he said and you felt a tear roll down your eye.

You let him hug you and kiss the top of your head, you held onto him as hard as you could and he sighed “I love you, princess, I’ll always love you”

You danced together as the night went on, never letting go of each other, except when Ahreum, one of the bride’s maid came to look for you so they would cut the cake. Even then Jonho didn’t let go of your hand, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

And when the night was finally over jonho kissed you goodbye and you went back to your hotel room, alone, and if you spent the rest of the time crying and mourning your relationship, you didn’t let anyone know.

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plot: you guys forgot to film your weekly porn video so jeongguk starts to make a video out of the clips that never ended up online

pairing: jeongguk x female reader

genre: smut, fluff, slice of life au/ porncouple au 

wordcount: around 3k

warnings: dom jeongguk, flirty whipped reader and jeongguk, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone),squirting, riding, oral (female and male giving and receiving), sub reader, dirty talk, overstimulation (but like for 2 secs), roleplay, casting couch, sub space, tattooed gguk, this is just 25 sex scenes in one fic

note: thank u @looney-joonie​ and @opaljm​ for saving my life and helping me edit this mess also please feedback is always welcomed 

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Jealous | jhs

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted sweets! 💕 @kamibyul

Word Count: 2,167

Genre: Fluff, lil bit of angst?

Prompts: “The problem is, if I started kissing you I might never stop.”

Warnings: A little violence but nothing extreme, implications of smut

You’ve been best friends with all of the boys since they debuted. What you didn’t know was that one of them wanted to be more than friends. And it was none other than Jung Hoseok. And what he didn’t know, was that you also had deep feelings for him. It was obvious to everyone around you two that you liked each other. Well, everyone but the both of you that is. You two were too oblivious to see the signs. Every time the boys bring it up with Hoseok he denies it as you just being friendly. He was too scared of rejection to even think of asking you out on a date. When they brought it up with you, you played it off as Hoseok being his friendly self. In your mind, you weren’t good enough for him in his busy lifestyle.

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“Y/n! Are you coming over? I miss you,” Hoseok’s voice came from the other end of the line. You could tell he was pouting and you couldn’t help but to laugh. 

Grabbing your overnight bag, you answered his question, “Of course I am Hobi! I miss you too and I wouldn’t miss our weekly sleepovers for anything.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok’s cheeks warmed up with a bright blush. Taehyung and Jungkook giggled as they saw their Hyung blushing. Hoseok glared at them and bid you a safe walk over and then hung up. He grumbled as he walked to his room, the two Maknaes still laughing at him. He rolled his eyes and huffed as he closed his door. Sitting on his bed he pulled out his phone and looked at photos of the two of you together. 

“So when are you going to ask her out Hyung?” the silence was broke by Jimin’s curious question. 

Hoseok jumped and quickly locked his phone and then turned towards Jimin, “What are you doing here?” He nervously ran his hand through his hair as Jimin raised an eyebrow. 

“You do remember I share this room with you, right?” Jimin’s words held amusement at the situation. Hoseok could feel his cheeks get warm once again but ignored it and just scoffed at his member. Jimin went back to his previous question, “So, when are you going to make her yours?” 

Hoseok was about to answer but then he heard Taehyung yelling your name. He looked at Jimin and widened his eyes at the look on his face, “Don’t you dare say anything Park Jimin!”

Jimin raised his hands in defense and followed Hoseok out to the living room. They saw you sitting on the couch in between Taehyung and Jungkook. Jimin went and sat by Taehyung while Hoseok stopped in the doorway. He couldn’t stop admiring how flawless you looked in that moment. The sun shining through the window, casting onto you and making it seem like you were glowing. You threw your head back as you laughed at something Jungkook said, and Hoseok’s breath got caught in his throat. It wasn’t fair what you were doing to his heart. 

You looked over to the side and saw him just standing there. You gave him a warm smile and jumped up from your seat, bounding over to him, “Hobi! I missed you~” You put your arms around his torso and tightly hugged him. 

“I missed you to Y/n-ah,” Hoseok wound his arms around you, returning the hug and pulling you even tighter to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck, subconsciously inhaling your perfume. You separated from him too early and he pouted. You laughed and his heart skipped a beat as you grabbed his hand, gently pulling him over to where the Maknae line was quietly whispering. 

It looked much too suspicious to you. You furrowed your brows and looked at them curiously, “What are you three talking about?” 

“Nothing Noona!” Jimin said innocently while the other two just smiled at you in mock innocence. They giggled at each other and your suspicions rose even higher. 

Hoseok squeezed your hand and pulled you over to the other couch, telling you to forget about them. You huffed but switched the conversation to what you were going to be doing tonight. You voted for ordering takeout and watching movies in while Hoseok wanted to go out and get dinner and then walk around the park. It didn’t occur to you two that the three boys were listening in on your conversation until one of them spoke. 

“Why don’t you guys go to a party with us? Byung-woo invited us and I thought maybe you guys would want to join?” Jungkook asked you both.

 You were confused as to why he sounded so mischievous, but before you could decline, Hoseok agreed to go. You looked at him in shock. It was supposed to be just you guys hanging out but now it seemed like you would be dragged to some party. A party where Hoseok would most likely hook up with some random girl. Great. Now your mood was ruined. You had a scowl on your face as you got up from your place and grabbed your bag, heading towards the front door. 

“Where are you going?” Hoseok asked you, also getting up from his seat.

You didn’t look back at him as you spoke, “Home.” 

“Why?” He asked you nervously, wondering if he had upset you. He thought you would want to go to the party.

You looked back at him with a sparkle in your eyes, “If we’re going to some party, then I want to look good.” Hoseok’s breath hitched as he watched you sway your hips on the way out. What has he done? He didn’t even think about the idea of you meeting someone. He groaned and ran his hand down his face. The three of his members laughed at him before making their way to their respectful rooms to get ready. 

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It was 8:30pm when you texted Hoseok to send you the address. When he had asked why you weren’t arriving with them, you told him you wanted to surprise them. On the way over, his leg kept bouncing up and down. The rest of the boys could tell he was nervous. Though, they didn’t know why. 

It took you ten minutes after them to arrive and by that time Hoseok had calmed down a little. Thanks to the drink in his hand that is. But when you walked over to them, in a short little dress, a dark smirk on your face, and your hips swaying, his nerves came back along with something else. 

He put his drink down as you made it over to the group, "Wow Y/n…”

“How do I look boys?” your smirk stayed present as you put a hand on your waist. 

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook stared at you with wide eyes, “You look so hot Noona..” Their reaction got a laugh from you and a glare from Hoseok. 

“You look good Y/n,” Namjoon and Jin kept polite, not only because you were their friend, but because they didn’t want to deal with an angry Hoseok.

Yoongi looked over at Hoseok and then looked back to you with a smirk of his own, “You look sexy as fuck babe.” 

Your eyes widened slightly at the affectionate name. You could also feel a blush creeping up your neck. As for Hoseok, he was glaring heatedly at his older brother and scowled at him when he though you weren’t looking, But you did and it made you feel even better. You had dressed up for him specifically and it was nice to know he was getting jealous. 

“What about you Hobi? How do I look?” your voice lowered into a seductive whisper as you looked him straight in the eyes. 

Hoseok harshly swallowed and cleared his throat, “You look beautiful Y/n..” Everyone could tell he was breathless and taken away by your look. 

“Thanks boys! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go mingle,” you grabbed Hoseok’s drink, downed the rest of it, and then walked off into the crowd. All of the boys were speechless as they thought you would want to stay with Hoseok for the whole night. 

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Two hours had passed and Hoseok had hardly seen you. He had stayed in his spot in the corner, ignoring every female that tried to get with him. He only wanted you and he hoped you had wanted him too. 

A sight from across the room made his blood boil, so he excused himself from the female that thought he was listening to her. He didn’t see her roll her eyes as he was already on his was to where you stood. As he got closer he could see you leaning against the wall, a guy standing a little too close to you. He could see the man put his hands on the wall by your head. The guy was slowly leaning in close to your face and Hoseok saw red. Just as the guy was about to put his lips on yours, he was ripped away from you. You could only stare in shock as Hoseok punched him. As a small crowd gathered around the two, you snapped out of your thoughts. 

“Hoseok stop! You’re gonna kill him!” you tried to pull him off of the poor and innocent guy as everyone surrounding cheered him on. Your tugging proved useless and you looked around frantically before you caught eyes with Jungkook and Jimin. They could see the panic in your eyes and quickly made their way through the group. 

When they reached you, Jungkook pulled Hoseok up and off the guy while Jimin helped the other guy up. Hoseok tried to get out of Jungkook’s grip but Jungkook was too strong. You followed behind as Jungkook dragged Hoseok out to where a car was waiting. The rest of the guys appeared and got in the car with you all. You quietly told them you would take Hoseok back to your apartment and clean him up, make sure he was okay. They didn’t argue with you and bid you goodbye when you arrived at your stop. 

Hoseok had calmed down on the car ride over and was now nervously walking behind you. You hadn’t said a word to him and that was scaring him. As you walked into your small apartment, you turned around to face him. Hoseok’s back straightened and he cleared his throat as you caught his eyes. He opened his mouth to apologize but stopped when you rose your hand. 

“Why the fuck would you do that Hoseok?! Why did you start beating him up?!” your voice raised as you let your anger out. 

Hoseok could feel his own anger coming back, “Why?! Because he was touching what isn’t his!!” 

“What do you mean by that?!” you yelled as you didn’t understand what he was saying. 

“You’re mine!” Hoseok yelled right back at you as well as taking a step towards you. 

Your anger diminished, your voice now a mere whisper, “What?” 

“I love you. God, I love you so much Y/n and you don’t even know it. Everyday I try to hint that I like you but you never see it. You’re always oblivious to every single fucking thing I do or say. It hurts. It hurt so bad to see that guy almost kiss you. I’m the one who’s supposed to be kissing you,” his voice dropped into a whisper and tears welled up in his eyes. Voice shaky, he continued, “I’m the one who’s supposed to be with you. To hold you when you’re sad or just want to be held. The one to make you laugh. I just want to be with you so bad. Please Y/n..” 

Staring at him with wide eyes, your voice held slight amusement, “You’re kidding me.” 

“I’m not..” the first tear slid down his cheek as it seemed like you didn’t care. 

You couldn’t stop the small snort that came out, “Hoseok..” He looked down at the ground as you laughed some more. You walked over and stopped in front of him, “Hobi..I like you too. I was making it obvious so it seems like we were both oblivious to the signs.” 

“God, we’re so dumb. But now we have another problem,” Hoseok put one hand on your waist and the other on your face. 

You put your arms around his neck, “And what is that problem?” 

“The problem is, if I started kissing you I might never stop.” Hoseok’s voice lowered as he brought his face closer to yours, his eyes not leaving your lips. 

“Then don’t,” you whispered against his lips, and that was all it took for him to place his mouth on yours. He picked you up and brought you into your room, where you spent the next hour and a half showing each other how much you love one another. 

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I really liked this!!

Catching Feelings (Song Fic)

Pairing: Jin x Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff  Friends with Benefits Au Word Count: 2022

Synopsis: The two of you had one rule, don’t fall in love. Content: Light Smut, Fluff Fighting, Jin Pov

Song: Sex by Eden

“Oh no, I think I’m catching feelings…”

How could this have happened. That’s all the older male could think as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. You laid beside him in curled up on your side. The light hit you ever so well that he could make out the curves of your body beneath the sheets.

He was breaking the one rule the two of you established before ever starting this little arrangement.

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

Jin could remember your voice raspy and filled with lust at those six words. Laid down in the back of his car. Hands tangled in his hair, mouth hot and eagerly moving with his.

“Same to you.” He only chuckled, his mouth latching on to your neck. It was just sex, that’s all it was, at least that’s all it was suppose to be. The both of you had needs, what was the point in complicating things.

First night the two of you were tipsy, couldn’t keep your hands off each other all night. All of it coming to a head when he asked you to leave with him. Unable to make it home he pulled off into an empty parking lot. Your jeans shoved off and tossed in the front seat. His tugged down around his knees. It was all rough and raw your nails dragging down his back. Both of you covered in bites and scratches.

Once the two of you finished Jin climbed in the driverseat redoing his jeans. Wiggling up your panties you settled in the passenger’s seat. Sighing softly you looked to him, catching your breath.

“You wanna get some food before you drop me off? I’m starving.”

Jin chuckled. “Wore you out huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoffed. “Even if you were that good I would dare inflate that ego of yours more.” Winking you lean back in your seat, playing around on your phone.

Jin smiled fondly as he started the car. “Take that as a yes.” He smirked as he pulled off the lot.

“Don’t cream you pants to hard oppa.” You smirked at him.

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THIS IS GOOD AND ANGSTY!!!!!

Vampire!Yunho 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: multiple mentions of blood, vomit, character death, hospital (if that makes some people uncomfortable), mentions of stalking, he’s kinda creepy in general

The night air is cool against your skin, bringing goosebumps that you gladly welcome, already feeling more refreshed just by being outside, no longer trapped inside a stuffy library. You could have called it quits on studying a few hours ago when there was still daylight, but you decided to push through and use all the time you had until the library closed. You don’t regret leaving this late, at least not yet, not until you return home and are forced to spend the remainder of your night doing chores you put off until today. Typical.

You turn the corner onto your street and you hear a loud noise from an alley across the street. You’re not quite far enough down the sidewalk to be in line with the creepy alley in order to see what caused the noise, but you’re not sure you want to so you slow to a stop, gripping your bag tighter. Silence. You don’t hear anything, so you take that as your cue to quickly hurry passed the alley and continue your journey to your building only to freeze when you hear the noise again. It sounds like there is a struggle happening, though you don’t hear any voices. No shouting, screaming, crying, not even groans of pain. 

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HNNNGGGG JFDKSALGHJKISD

Shapeshifter!Jongho

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: description of panic

When you first befriended Jongho, you didn’t think much of the friendship. He was the cute, athletic boy in your class and the two of you bonded over your hatred for the subject. You two began studying together which lead to hanging out on weekends and after classes, sometimes even spending the night at each other’s dorms if it got late. Before you knew it the two of you were practically inseparable. 

This is why you’re absolutely stunned as your best friend stands before you confessing his feelings to you. He finishes his confession and you stare at him wide-eyed and speechless, completely caught off guard.

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Hot af 😍

You make them cum in their pants

Request: jiminswifeu1 said: can you do a bts reaction to dry humping and making the member cum in their Pants? Ps: i love ypur writing!

A/N: Thanks, sweet pea! Enjoy!😊

(I partly wrote this as them cumming accidentally instead of the reader making them intentionally...hope that’s alright!)

Seokjin

When it happened he wasn’t quite sure exactly what was going on. All he knew was that one moment he was on his couch with you in his lap, hips grinding down on his as your lips trailed down his neck, then the next he felt something very warm and sticky in his underwear. Jin groaned once he realized what had happened.

He had cum in his pants. He felt partly embarrassed, but he laughed and shook his head in amusement. “Wow.” He leant his head on the back of the couch.

“What is it?” you asked, curious as to what had become so funny.

“I got a little carried away it seems,” Jin said, eyes looking down at his crotch. At you first you didn’t catch his drift, but when you did, you chuckled, leaning your face into the crook of his neck.

Yoongi

There was something different in the air that night. There was something different in the way you kissed, the way you tasted. There was a higher sense of urgency, an insurmountable sense of desire weighing on the both of you as your lips found each other again and again. Maybe it was the rush of performing still raging in his veins or the way you looked so good in his shirt, Yoongi didn’t know, but whatever it was had him wound up tight. And then one simple moan from your lips had him coming undone without warning.

There was an obvious break in the lust filled haze that had settled in the room when Yoongi suddenly froze. You heard a curse slip through his lips. “What’s wrong?”

Yoongi, panting heavily, shook his head. “I just....I just came in my fucking pants.”

You but your lip to keep yourself from breaking into a smile. “Oh...”

Yoongi groaned. “Don’t laugh. This is your fault, you know.”

Hoseok

You didn’t know what had gotten into you. You, the person who normally wanted to be dominated in sex, had decided to take the reins. Hoseok was always the dominant one and you were always completely content being submissive to his every whim and command. But tonight you wanted to be in control, to be the one who decided when he could get to cum.

And god this had a major effect on Hoseok. The sight of you on top, legs on either side of his hips to close him in, had him feeling all sorts of ways. He was incredibly turned on, all senses peeked. One particularly hard grind of your hips onto his clothed erection sent him overboard, groaning through his sudden release.

You deadpanned when you realized what happened. “Really?”

Hoseok smirked, unashamed. “You’re just too fucking hot, baby.”

Namjoon

Namjoon had a list. He had a list in his mind of everything he was going to do to you once he got you home. It’d been so long, too fucking long, without you. Tours and a busy schedule kept you from him, but now all of that was over and he could have you all to himself again. With all of this want and desire built up, Namjoon didn’t register just how turned on he was. By the time you were home, planted on the couch, he was already aroused beyond compare.

All you did was touch him. You had simply cupped his hard erection in your hand to rile him up more. You didn’t mean to make him jizz his pants.

Namjoon groaned, the look of dispair falling over his face. “Fuck...”

You smirked. “Miss me?”

Jimin

You were looking way too damn fine for him to not be turned on. Why you picked that outfit to wear for your date Jimin had no idea...well maybe he did and it was working. Soon he couldn’t handle it anymore and whisked you away to a secluded spot. “Baby, you’re so mean to me,” he whined as his hands wandered your body.

You quirked your head, feigning innocence. “Am I?”

Oh god. The way your voice pitched cutely and the way you were looking at him had him in a mess. And soon there was mess in his pants. Jimin didn’t know why it happened, but it did and now he was dumbstruck. “Uh oh.”

He looked at you and the ‘oh shit’ expression on his face made you chuckle. “Are you okay?”

Jimin shrugged, smiling despite the sticky situation. “Depends. How noticeable is it that I just came in my pants?”

Taehyung

There’s one thing that could be said about sex with Taehyung: he’s the world’s biggest tease. Oh sure he’s all sugar, spice, and everything nice, but the guy had a teasing streak a mile long. He loved to see you whine, to hear you beg. He was also fond of putting you in your place should you act out of line. So when you made him cum in his pants, albeit accidentally, you were in for a very long night.

“Baby, look what you’ve done to me,” Taehyung cooed, and you saw the wet spots in his pants, a tell-tale sign of the effect you had on him.

You bit your lip. “I didn’t mean to.”

Taehyung smirked. His hand ran up your thigh and you shivered. “I know you didn’t, love, but you still must face the consequences.”

Jungkook

It was your idea to do this. It was your idea to give Jungkook a lap dance. This wasn’t your normal thing. You never took the reins like this when it came to sex, your boyfriend always being the one to initiate bedroom fun. But Jungkook was all for it, leaning back in his seat to offer you room on his lap.

Going into this Jungkook didn’t expect to be so turned on. Well, of course he knew he’d be aroused. It was you giving him a lap dance, after all. But the way your hips moved and the way desire danced in the gleam of your eyes as you looked at him had him going nuts. His erection was making his pants awfully tight and he felt like he could’ve busted at any moment.

He came just moments later, his hot release filling his underwear. Jungkook was halfway embarrassed about this at first, but shook his head and smirked. It just showed how absolutely striking you were. “Baby, are you sure you’ve never given a lap dance before? You’re way too fucking good at it.”

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I’ll Play For You

SYNOPSIS: You’re a new artist who is given the opportunity to perform at the American Music Awards. When your piano player doesn’t show up, Min Yoongi steps up to save your performance. 

PAIRING: Yoongi X You

GENRE: Romance, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Anti-Justin Bieber (I would stay away from this if you’re a big fan …) 

WORD COUNT: 4500

AUTHORS NOTE: There may or may not be a part two to this - it will depend on how much of a plot I can think of for these two going forward. But I did scrap some scenes from Yoongi’s perpsective that I might publish as an outtake so look out for that!

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“Wait, where is my piano player right now?” you disbelievingly ask into your phone, heart twitching uncomfortably at the unspoken answer. Please be joking. Please be joking.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, he was arrested a few hours ago for driving under the influence. Apparently it’s not his first offense.”

You’re suddenly dizzy, your body swaying until you find the stiff comfort of a wall to hold you steady. Your grip on the device is so tight that it feels as if the screen will shatter under the strength of your fingers. “Can’t you go bail him out? You can take the money out of my album earnings.”

Your manager sighs loudly. “He’s trashed, Y/N. I talked to him on the phone and he’s mumbling all kinds of nonsense. He’s not fit to play piano for a practice performance let alone an AMA stage. I’ve already exhausted all of my resources and I’m afraid there’s nothing else we can do at this point.”

“So that’s it? Everything that I’ve worked so hard for these past few weeks … all for nothing? You said yourself that it’s insanely rare and humbling for somebody as new as me to be asked to perform at the American Music Awards and now I have to give it up?”

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Moon // a place for us to stay |yandere!royal yoongi

Request:  i’m keeping my word and here’s my request :)) I only want a royalty au with Yoongi, I’ll let you do what you do best :) @jooniescupcakes

to the moon and never back uwu 

idk this might be shit tho

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Every single year, every single 9th of March, one human gets wrapped in a white silk ribbon and becomes the object of Prince’s Min Yoongi affection. You always thought you were safe from getting chosen as “the one”. You weren’t a high-born person and your parents didn’t own a castle.

But one unfaithful spring, when blooms were appearing to kiss the sky so boldly, the timid earth was turned into steady and brilliant flames and you were offered as a gift.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t trembling in fear but there were sparks of rage cutting your skin from underneath as your parents didn’t seem to be sorry for giving you up like you were just one person less for taking care off.

Your mom grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you in front of the prince.

There were legends you have heard of prince Min Yoongi. He had been born on a starlit night, amid the cold of early spring. Some say it became part of him, that brilliant light from above and icy-cold feelings remaining from moon behind and ahead.

As you stood in front of him you can easily admit that every single legend was true, the unsettling cold was tightly gripping around you, getting through your thin clothing and leaving tiny bites on your skin.

Your mom seemed to sense that as her grip on your wrist seemed to get tighter making you almost whine.

“Let go of her” Yoongi’s voice echoed into the thin air, yet it was so calm and unbothered you didn’t even see his mouth moving.

His pinkish lips broke into a smirk as your mom’s body shuddered in fear. “I don’t want any of you to come near her again, none of you filthy animals deserve to see her ethereal beauty”.

He stepped down the marble stairs and took your hand into his, bringing it close until his lips got a touch of your skin. “Come on here, love. I’ll show you what you’ve been missing”.

***

Living in a palace with the Prince wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be since he proved himself to be not that big of an asshole, well kind of.

He didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that you haven’t left the room and no matter how much you pleaded to do that // stepping over your own boundaries with literal begging // but it was about time you changed that.

Feeling salty and a little bit furious you didn’t bother finding out when Yoongi was supposed to be left, in ten minutes or five hours, you just left.

The palace was a lot more than you had expected. Everything looked like it was built for the child of the moon himself. The walls were mostly dark but made with a material you couldn’t point out, but once the moon showed up, the walls reflected it and it looked like a sliver of glowing white in an otherwise inky sky.

You gasped in awe turning around every corner of the palace, it was beautiful. You felt as if you were walking in the Milky Way, so breathtaking and pure.

But right after you turned to look into another hallway, your body collided with another and from the sudden cold around you, you didn’t need to open your eyes to know it’s Yoongi.

“I’ve been looking for you” his voice was low and secretive. You let out a sigh as his cold bony fingers wrapped around your wrist. “What do you think you’re doing wandering around the palace? And do I need to mention, without me?”

“I-i…You never let me out, Yoongi” you murmured, keeping your voice as low as his, afraid to cut the tension between you.

“And there is a reason why” he answered, his other hand now caressing your cheek, slowly getting lower until he has the access to grip your jaw. “None of the other peasants deserve to see you, my little one”.

You sarcastically chuckled trying to get out of his grip. “That’s not a reason to keep me in the damn room” you spat at him, not moving your eyes from his.  

The darkness reflected itself on his face, making him look not human-like as he got even closer to you.

“Remember what I said of consequences when disobeying me and I don’t know about you but I’m a man of my word” he whispered, his lips almost touching your ear.

Closing your eyes you nodded your head.

“I need you to use your words, little one” you let out a whine when he left a small bite on your jaw.

“Y-yes” you choked out which seem to make him smile.  

“So tell me, do you like it when others look at you?” he asked lightly pushing you into a wall, his hand moving behind your head so you wouldn’t hit it. “Do you enjoy when you’re breaking the rules?”. His whispering sent shivers down your spine, his cold hands weren’t a great help either in this situation.

Yet your body still felt like it was set on fire, flames jumping around your body, tickling your skin.

You jumped when Yoongi harshly bit your lower lip.

“I told you to always use your words, little one”

“N-no. I don’t like when others look at me” you tried to say with full confidence in your voice, but there was no way to hide your trembling. “I only want your attention”.

Yoongi chuckled before taking a step back. Only now you noticed another boy standing not so far behind Yoongi, his eyes filled with fear, lust, his lips shaped into an ‘O’.

“You sure, little one? Or do you like to cause a show? Tsk.Tsk. I don’t think I would like that” you nodded your head in fear and embarrassment.

Like a flash of lighting, Yoongi was next to you, his lips nibbling the skin of your neck leaving galaxy-like marks, some of them more hurtful than the others making you yelp.

“I’m really tired of you not using your words. Do that one more time and you’ll be screaming my name in front of all of the staff with your knees on the ground”

Part of you knew Yoongi wouldn’t do that, he’s too selfish to let others see THAT, but somehow you knew better than to test him.

“Y-yes.”

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This was actually really cuteeee!!!! ❤❤❤❤

Ask for it

Yandere! Taehyung x reader. It’s the softest I can do. I swear

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It had never bothered you before. Taehyung and his one-night stands. You wanted to do nothing with that man who somehow decided he owned you. He could fuck as many  women as he wished. You couldn’t care less.

Well. Things changed.

When? Maybe when he stumbled in the hall too drunk to even walk straight and you helped him. Out of pity. Nothing more. Maybe when he saw you trying to play the piano and helped you to learn a simple melody. Or when you stood on the balcony under the rain and he made you to come inside because you could get cold? Or later when you were sick and he was at your side all the time? He was so annoying and unreasonable in his determination to make you eat as much soup as possible…

When?

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Heartbreaker

~Ships: Yandere! Jungkook x Reader

TW: violence, gore, obsession, mentions of death and murder, kidnapping, profanities, name calling, yandere behaviour

Request: Could I request yandere jungkook where you date him for a week as a bet but he doesnt know until you break up with him after the week is up?❤❤

A/N: Thank you for the request, love! It took a while to post, but after this, I’m going to focus on posting all the requests and I’ll queue them so you can read them while I do my exams. Hope you enjoy it! (I tried something new with the banner and I’m not sure if its any good… should I just go on with gifs or are the banners cool too?

It was only supposed to be a bet - until things went a bit too far… You shouldn’t have messed with Jeon Jungkook’s heart.

Since you lived in a small town, you were well known. You were considered popular around there. Due to your title, almost every guy in town wanted to have the honour of dating you. But not everyone got the chance. In fact, you had only ever dated 2 guys, properly that is. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung were the only partners you ever held genuine feelings. But after being tricked by both their gorgeous features, who crushed your hearts with their cold actions, you swore to never fall for another guy again. It seemed all the guys you liked were heartless jerks.

So you instead took to dating attractive men and breaking their hearts once you were bored with them. Perhaps this would classify you as a number 1 bitch, but you never really cared, only remembering the pain you felt when you found out that Park Jimin cheated on you with at least 5 different girls. Not that you were completely heartless, you never bullied anyone or anything. It was just your dates that you tortured. Otherwise, you didn’t do anything terrible…excluding your harmless gambling.

Or was it really?

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 The bets first started when you dared Yoongi, one of your closest friends, to date a girl who you overheard talking trash about you. It was revenge for you, and a new game for him. Easy. Date her for a week, make her fall for Yoongi, then crush her heart below his heel. It was sadistically pleasing to see her tear stricken face as she let out ugly sobs about them being ‘soul mates’. After that first spark, the entire gang got involved. The game now went around Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, Jieun, Taeyeon and you.

You would spin a bottle to decide who would have to date the next victim and bet high stakes on it. You were fortunate to only have been picked twice, and having won both times. It’s not like any of you lost the bet anyway.

However, today was not your lucky day. The glass bottle spun furiously before landing firmly on you. You groaned loudly, waiting for the victim’s name. Your friends shared a glance before Hoseok spoke.

“See that kid over there?” He gestured to a boy sitting in one corner, alone with the other outcasts.

“Jeon Jungkook?” You asked, gaze fixed on the raven haired male.

“Yeah. He’s new here. The librarian’s son. He shouldn’t be too hard,” Jin grinned at you.

When you didn’t say anything, Jieun piped up.

“What, you scared or something?” She smirked at you.

“No, it’s just that he’s new, I don’t want to traumatize him or some shit.” You frown.

“Since when did you care?” Namjoon shot back.

You sighed. He had a point. “How much then?”

“1000. You know the drill, 7 days, next Monday you gotta finish him.” Yoongi said

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Oh shit!??

[10:25 a.m] Your lips move against his like they were made to be together. You bite his lower lip lightly and he moans into your mouth, pulling your face closer to his. You smile at the action, enjoying your small moment of power. His hands frame your face, fingers pressing into your skin.

You run your hands up his stomach and chest to slide over his shoulders and run up his neck to his hair. His hair is soft between your fingers, almost tickling them, but when you tighten your grip and lightly pull on the strands they feel like silk around your skin.

Wooyoung pulls away slightly, just enough to press his lips to your jaw, nipping and kissing at the skin. He makes his way down your neck and across your throat, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses and little bites here and there. Nothing that will leave a mark, of course.

A hum of approval slips past your lips mixing with the small gasps to create a sound Wooyoung would kill to have on repeat. But suddenly your make-out session is cut short when you hear someone choke and you both turn quickly to see Jongho standing at the end of the hall.

You pull away from each other and quickly fix yourselves as if he didn’t just catch you. Jongho’s eyes are wide and his lips are parted as he stares at you two. He looks like he might scream any second.

You rush up to him with Wooyoung close behind and do your best to do some damage control before the others get back. Jongho opens his mouth wider but you quickly cover his mouth and shake your head.

“Jongho, you can’t say anything to anyone. We have to keep this a secret. I know that’s a lot to ask of you, but please don’t say anything,” you plead, trying your best to convey how desperately you two need this to stay a secret.

Jongho pushes your hand away, looking more confused now. “When? Why? I thought you had a thing with San? And I thought you had a thing with her best friend?”

Wooyoung sighs. “We don’t. We both went out on a double date with them, but we connected more with each other than with them.”

”They like us a lot but we can’t see them as anything other than friends,“ you explain, feeling guilty about your secret relationship. ”We don’t want to hurt them.“

”But you’ll have to tell them eventually,“ Jongho says softly. ”How long?“

”Six months,“ Wooyoung replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

”You’re going to have to fix this, you know,“ Jongho tells you both.

"We know,” you reply, your voice breaking at the end.

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Dimples (pt1)

Characters: San, reader, rest of ateez No triggers? maybe cursing? for @a-nik7

THIS IS NOW A TWO PART THING

When San and his friends first walked into school it was not new to see someone getting bullied. But he had never seen this girl and she was fighting back. Walking up to the group that had formed he walked behind the you and wrapped his arms around your waist so you couldnt move your hands then pulled you away as it seems the other girls friend held her back. “You shouldn’t fight on your first day here.”

The voice startles you enough that you turn to look at him, blinking at the pretty boy who currently had you trapped. “Please let go of me.” He thought about it before dragging you over to his group and setting you down infront of him and them before releasing. “Why did you stop it? You dont know who i am, and youre obviously popular since it stopped right away.” Turning you faced his group, them staring at you curiously. 

“Im not a carnival stop looking at me like that.” You sighed before lightly bowing towards them. “Im Y/n. I just moved here. I did not know that my childhood bullies were here, and would continue. They needed to be given a taste of their own medicine.” You stopped talking when you heard the silver haired boy chuckle. You crossed your arms. “I introduced myself its your turn pretty boy.” You frowned. “You’re all decently pretty but how about we start with the silver haired one. You go.” You watched him carefully as a smirk spread on his lips. “Im Jung Wooyoung-” You nod. “Pretty boy number one is Wooyoung.” You cut him off before he could continue. You had a feeling that if he kept talking you would want to punch him. After getting everyone else’s name you turned towards the boy that had held you back. “Your turn.” He looked down at you, smiling brightly, dimples on display. You stepped back, squinting. “What the fuck youre like sunshine.”

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No words 😂😂

BTS Imagine // Soulmate!AU with Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook

summary: it was no coincidence that you heard bells ringing when you finally met him

genre: humour, fluff

length: 697 words

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