#soc blacktober

[sweetestofchaos]

𝟑𝟏 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐁𝐓𝐒

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌. 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖩𝖺𝗒𝖽𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝟥𝟣 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 2021, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍.

Pᴀʀɪɴɢ(s): 𝖮𝖳𝟩 𝗑 𝖮𝖢!𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 𝖠 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖥𝖶 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, Fluff, Angst, 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖨𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌/𝖯𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖢𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍...𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒 Rᴀᴛɪɴɢ: 𝟣𝟪+ Tʀᴏᴘᴇ: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌

ᴬˡˡ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒˢ/ᵍⁱᶠˢ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ‧​

𝟙. 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 - 505 𝟚. ℂ𝕠𝕫𝕪 - 960 𝟛. 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝟜. 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 - 711 𝟝. 𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 - 227 𝟞. 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 - 1,316🔞 𝟟. 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 - 2,159 🔞 𝟠. 𝕌𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 - 1,123 𝟡. 𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 - 783🔞 𝟙𝟘. 𝔸𝕚𝕣 - 2124 🔞 𝟙𝟙. 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 -  𝟙𝟚. 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖 - 1,061 𝟙𝟛. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 - 1,169 🔞 𝟙𝟜. 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 -  𝟙𝟝. 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕞 - 𝟙𝟞. ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 - 𝟙𝟟. 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝 -  🔞 𝟙𝟠. 𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕕 - 1,289 𝟙𝟡. ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 - 1,769 🔞 𝟚𝟘. ���𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 - 2,973🔞 𝟚𝟙. 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 - 1,272 𝟚𝟚. 𝕊𝕜𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 - 1,802 𝟚𝟛. 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖 -  🔞 𝟚𝟜. 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 - 🔞 𝟚𝟝. ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 - 🔞 𝟚𝟞. ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 - 𝟚𝟟. ℝ𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - 𝟚𝟠. ℙ𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕖 & 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕 - 🔞 𝟚𝟡. 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 - 𝟛𝟘. 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - 481🔞 𝟛𝟙. ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕘𝕠𝕨𝕟 - 🔞

[sweetestofchaos]

Parings: Hoseok/Arissa Genre/Trope: NSFW, Fluff, Gang AU, Established Relationship Rating: 18+ Summary: Hoseok and Arissa’s alone time is interrupted and leads to the sweetest of nights spent together. Word Count: 1,769 Warnings: Mentions of Fighting, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Pet Names, Kissing, Body Worship, Lots of Skinship, Nudity, Extremally Soft Unprotected Sex.

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hoseok creeps into the penthouse holding breath as he strains his ears to hear any sign of life. It’s well past midnight and Hoseok is not looking forward to the scolding that is coming his way. Toeing off his shoes, Hoseok grunts when his side throbs painfully, making him inhale sharply as the wind is knocked out of him. He can feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead, threatening to blind him as the sweat slides down towards his eyes. Shaking his head, Hoseok wipes his forehead with the back of his wrist and he freezes when the light above him flicks on.

At the entrance of the main room, Arissa stands with her arm crossed underneath her chest. Her hair is tucked away in a simple twisted silk scarf, acting as a crown that demands all of Hoseok’s attention as he avoids looking Arissa in her eyes. Arissa presses her tongue against her inner cheek and sucks her teeth as she takes in Hoseok’s beaten form. His face isn’t bad, no cuts, but Arissa can see a nasty bruise forming under the skin on the right side of his jaw. From how Hoseok is putting most of his weight on his left side, Arissa knows that he has either been stabbed or tackled. She can see any blood, so she’s going with tackled. 

“Can you make it to the bathroom on your own?” Arissa scowls and Hoseok nods his head, thankful that she isn’t yelling at him…yet.

Turning on her heel, Arissa walks ahead of Hoseok and goes into the ensuite bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with hot water and menthol Epson salt. It was supposed to be a mini vacation away from all the bullshit that comes with being members of Bangtan but Taehyung called and told Hoseok that there was a business opportunity and it would have been foolish for them to let it go. So, Hoseok called in a few favors and left with a handful of bodyguards, leaving Arissa with her own guards for two whole days. Honestly, Hoseok didn’t think it would take that long, but the clients thought they were bigger than what they really were and made things more difficult than they needed to be.

The sound of Hoseok’s belt unbuckling catches Arissa’s ears as she goes about grabbing the heavy duty first aid kit that she sent Hardwick out to grab. Hoseok strips out of his clothing and he groans as he slowly sinks into the tub, the hot water burning his skin in a very pleasant way. Arissa sits at the edge of the tug, her baby blue sleeping set glowing on her brown skin. She pushes Hoseok’s dark chocolate locs from his sweaty forehead and sighs, “How bad is it?”

Hoseok stares up at Arissa and shakes his head, “Nothing a few pills won’t numb.” 

Arissa makes a move to stand and Hoseok quickly grabs her wrist, keeping her seated at the edge of the tub. 

“Hey,” Hoseok tugs on Arissa’s wrist lightly and she lifts her hand allowing Hoseok to slot his fingers between hers. Their wedding rings clink together and Hoseok brings Arissa’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m sorry. I know this trip was supposed to be about us.” Hoseok flips Arissa’s hand over and kisses her wrist. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Arissa runs the fingers of her free hand through Hoseok’s hair and nods her head. “Let me grab a cloth and I’ll wash you off. That bruise looks bad.” Arissa gives Hoseok’s hand a light squeeze and he lets her go, not once taking his eyes off her as she moves around the bathroom. Sitting back on the edge of the tub, Arissa takes her time as she lathers up the wash cloth in her hand. Her touch is firm and gentle as she washes away the dirt, sweat and grime that clings to Hoseok’s body. Arissa carefully washes Hoseok’s face with a fresh cloth taking extra care of the bruise on his jaw. Hoseok’s eyes flutter shut and his body relaxes, sinking deeper into the tub as Arissa’s starts to massage his sore shoulders and back.

Arissa touches a tender spot on Hoseok’s ribs and he groans, his body tensing before he grumbles to himself. Arissa apologizes and presses a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead, “Your ass needs a refresher course with Kookie.”

“Peach.” Hoseok’s voice is void of all playfulness and Arissa giggles at the frown on Hoseok’s lips. Having had enough of her teasing, Hoseok grabs Arissa’s hips and pulls her into the tub making her shout as she falls backwards into Hoseok’s lap. 

“You jackass!” Arissa whines and it’s Hoseok’s turn to laugh. Arissa splashes some water in his face and Hoseok sputters, making Arissa crack a smile. “Move your hand. I need to wash your hair.” Arissa plucks Hoseok’s hand from her waist and situates herself so that she is now straddling his hips. Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows and Arissa can feel her cheeks heat up. “Stop squeezing my ass,” Arissa warns as she pours some shampoo into her hand. 

“If I don’t?” Hoseok challenges and Arissa clicks her tongue.

“I’ll get soap in your eyes.” 

Hoseok narrows his eyes as Arissa reaches for his hair and Arissa grins, showing all of her teeth knowing that she has won the fight. Hoseok closes his eyes and breaths out slowly through his nose as Arissa lightly scrubs his scalp. Her fingers are magic, her nails sending pleasant shivers down his spin as sleep calls his name.

“Tilt your head back, Yeobo.”

Hoseok is putty in Arissa’s hands the moment the term of entertainment leaves her lips. She doesn’t use the name often since Korean isn’t her mother tongue, but Hoseok loves it. Yeobo is a name just for him and him only. The rest of Bangtan are simply babe or jagiya if Arissa is feeling extra sweet…or she really wants something. Using the fancy detachable faucet, Arissa carefully rises the shampoo from Hoseok’s hair before she sets it down and washes his hair for the second time, only to repeat the process before she puts conditioner in his hair.

Hoseok’s fingers dig into the sides of Arissa’s bare thighs, massaging the skin and muscle as he trails his lips from the hollow of her throat to the start of her breasts. Lazy kisses and sucks of the skin, make Arissa sigh softly as Hoseok starts to massage her lower back. Arissa holds Hoseok’s head gently, almost cradling it in her hands as Hoseok samples her wet skin over and over again. She can feel him stiffening underneath her butt, but Hoseok makes no move to take things any farther. Arissa smiles to herself, this is what she loves the most…this is what this trip was supposed to be about.

Taking control, Hoseok peels the wet fabric of Arissa’s pajamas from her body and starts to wash her in the vanilla and green apple scented body wash. The tables have turned and Hoseok makes quick work of rinsing his hair before he steps out of the tub with Arissa in his arms. Grabbing a few towels, Hoseok dries the two of them off and he sets Arissa down on the edge of the bed. 

“What are you doing?” Arissa wonders as she watches Hoseok dig around the top of her dresser. She raises an eyebrow when Hoseok turns around with a jar of whipped cocoa butter in his hands. “Shouldn’t I be lathering you down?” 

Hoseok shakes his head and walks over the bed, lowering himself to his knees in front of Arissa. He twists the lid off and scoops some of the creamy mixture into his hand. “Let me take care of you now, Peach.” Hoseok rubs his hands together, warming the butter up before he starts at Arissa’s feet and works his way up her leg; very slowly. His fingers apply just the right amount of pressure to not hurt and Arissa’s body melts faster than the cocoa butter against her skin. She tends to forget just how good Hoseok is with his hands when he’s always using them to hurt someone or pocket money. The callous on his fingertips are rough as they scrape against Arissa’s skin, but it soothes an invisible itch that Arissa didn’t know she had. 

Arissa startles when Hoseok peppers kisses along her knees and thighs, his tongue darts out to lick at the natural stretch marks on her hips and Arissa bites her bottom lip. Hoseok smirks, feeling the way Arissa’s body gives way to his touch and he starts to nibble on the sweet skin of her hips and thighs. As much as he would love to bury his head between her legs, Hoseok knows that’s not what Arissa wants or needs right now. This getaway was for them to remind each other how much they love each other. It was supposed to be Hoseok’s way to shower Arissa in his love and pull her from the endless waves with his own two hands.

“Hobi-” Arissa tangles her fingers into Hoseok’s hair and gives the strands a light tug. “Want your mouth-”

Hoseok scrambles to his feet and follows Arissa onto the bed as he cages her between his arms. “I know Rissa. I know…” Hoseok covers her mouth with his and Arissa moans into the kiss. Hoseok’s body is so warm and hard against her own. 

“H-Hoseok.” Arissa’s voice is muffled as she begs against his lips. and 

Hoseok trails his lips down the length of her neck and back up before he breathes out, “I love you, Mrs. Jung.” Their lips lock together and tears seep from Arissa’s eyes as Hoseok speaks his love into her soul. 

“Show me.”

Hoseok settles himself between Arissa’s legs and he angles his hips just right before he crashes his lips into Arissa’s once more, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he sinks into her again and again. The night slowly turns to day and when the sun finally peeks through the window, Arissa is sound asleep in Hoseok’s arms. Her head is laying on his bicep and Hoseok has an arm wrapped protectively around Arissa’s waist. Their hearts pound against each other and Hoseok blinks his eyes tiredly as the sunlight spills over Arissa’s body. She’s beautiful, his wife, his Queen, his Peach…his everything. 

Hoseok yawns and snuggles his face into the scarf wrapped around Arissa’s head, “I love you, Arissa.” Hoseok’s voice is barely above a whisper as he drifts off to sleep.

[sweetestofchaos]

🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚🅣🅞🅑🅔🅡 ➎🅣🅗 •  🅜🅘🅡🅡🅞🅡 • ②②⑦

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄/𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌  𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴  𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+  𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖲𝖾𝗆𝗂-𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Jungkook stood in front of the full length mirror in the gym and smirked as he took a photo. He had just finished his workout and he was feeling touch starved. How long had it been since he spent a little one on one with Arissa? If he was remembering correctly, Arissa was currently in Brela, Croatia meeting with a possible goods supplier for her fashion line. Seokjin tagged along this go round as well to see if he could find any suppliers for different goods as well. They have been gone for a little over a week and Jungkook is going through it.

Opening his text messages with Arissa, Jungkook sends her his new selfie with a text underneath stating that he needs a massage. Looking at the screen, Jungkook giggles seeing that Arissa has seen his message and the three dots let him know that she’s responding right away. A picture of Arissa in just a robe pops up and Jungkook bites his lower lip. 

Damn, her mirror selfie game is on point. Arissa follows up the photo with a text saying that she wishes she was there to rub him down. Jungkook groans, feeling himself starting to harden as a million different scenarios play out in his mind. He’s not one for sexting, but this could be something worth while if Arissa is involved.

[sweetestofchaos]

🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚🅣🅞🅑🅔🅡 ➋🅝🅓 • 🅒🅞🅩🅨 • ⑨⑥⓪

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗒!𝖡𝖳𝖲 x 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖯𝖦𝟣𝟥 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍

ᴾⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @myfavouritewriter​

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

One thing about Arissa Jayde-Jung, if she didn’t have anywhere to go and didn’t have to leave the house, she was going to be comfy and cozy. All four sessions, Arissa could be found rocking a cute pair of pjs and her Gucci slides that matched with Taehyung’s. If she didn’t have to look at heels, Arissa’s toes would be hidden by mismatched socks, the other matches being worn by Jimin if they were in the house together. To be cozy and stress free was Arissa end game and she made it a point to make the others around her do the same.

Arissa had a mug for her tea that she usually used every day. It was a simple glass mug with black text on the front that read ‘a Black Women is speaking. Listen and learn.’ It was one of Arissa’s favorite mugs, a gift from her mother which made all of Bangtan smile. They learned firsthand to take those words to heart.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧

If Arissa was holed up in her room, then she could be found tucked away in her bathroom with either of the guys, decked out in white fluffy bathrobes with face masks of some sort on. Seokjin enjoyed the time spent with Arissa this way, it allowed for all the stress of his work to just be pushed away by Arissa’s hands as she massaged oils and creams into his skin. Kiss redden lips pressed against the hallow of Arissa’s neck or tasting the skin covering her collarbones. Seokjin loved it all, Arissa’s haven was cozy and made his heart thunder in his chest happily.

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢

Yoongi enjoyed being able to cuddle with Arissa on the couch, bed, armchair…he didn’t really care if it was just the two of them. Arissa’s skin was soft, the softest he has ever felt. It created images of golden swirls made of the purest silks and cotton, plush and cozy as he buried his face into the supple flesh of Arissa’s breasts and stomach. Her thighs would silently scream for Yoongi’s attention, the rough pads of his fingertips ghosting over the skin to sooth some ache he never knew he had.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧

Lost in the sound of Arissa’s voice as she read out loud from one of the many novels in the library, Namjoon felt his eyes growing heavy. The way Arissa traced over his facial features absentmindedly as she read lit a fire in Namjoon’s heart. It was cozy, the scent of her perfume as it filled his lungs and pulled him deeper into the sweet embrace of slumber.

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

In the living room, Taehyung holds Arissa in his arms; their bodies moving side to side. His large hands cradling her close as jazz softly plays from the radio. It’s past midnight and neither one can sleep as snow falls outside, coating the world in a fluffy white blanket of cold. Arissa is warm, so very warm as she rests her cheek against Taehyung’s shoulder. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the moment, his heart beating in time to the music. He shivers and tightens his hold on Arissa’s waist and hand. This is nice. It’s very cozy and Taehyung couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

Jimin was in a rush, he didn’t have to be anywhere extremely important, but he was late, nonetheless. He had lost track of time as he laid in bed with Arissa, their limbs tangled together, her head rested on his chest. His fingers danced across the bare skin of her shoulder and down Arissa’s spin as they whispered about night together in the early morning light. It was cozy, safe, and warm. Until Jimin’s alarm went off and he silenced it, forgetting why he even set an alarm in the first place. Yoongi barged into the room and Jimin was up, rushing. He grabbed the first socks he saw, not caring that he had worn them yesterday and shoved them onto his feet. He paused as he was putting his shoes on, noticing that one of the socks was Arissa’s. It made him smile and he went about his day.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

It’s early when Jungkook wakes. He is usually the first one up out of the younger member of Bangtan and he takes that little extra time to bask in Arissa’s warmth. He can always find her still sleeping in bed or outside doing her morning yoga. Either way, Jungkook finds his way by her side and holds her in his arms. In bed, the cocoon he makes keeps them pressed closely together, Arissa’s warm breath hitting the skin of his neck and making him giggle as he enjoys the silence for a short while. Outside, Jungkook tempts Arissa to take a break with a sleepy smile on his face and his big doe eyes wide and wet, he knows how cute he looks when he first wakes up. Its cozy being in Arissa’s embrace and it’s a place he would rather never leave.

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

Hoseok takes comfort in the most practical of things between himself and Arissa. The rock on her finger is his and his alone. She holds his last name even while sharing her body with the rest of Bangtan. In the dead of night, Hoseok loses himself in the teasing words hissed between kisses and needy moans as Arissa give herself to him again and again. His skin if flushed, hair damp and eyes dark as he drinks in every little detail of the woman beneath him. Caged in between his body and the mattress, Arissa is his home. Cozy, inviting and often harsh as she digs her nails into his back, marking his skin. Hoseok loves it and finds himself going back for more.

[sweetestofchaos]

Parings: Bangtan/Arissa  Genre/Trope: Gang AU, SOL, Fluff Rating: PG-18  Summary: Arissa is not a fan of the cold...could the men of Bangtan change that? Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: Cursing, Teasing, Pet Names, Kissing, Nudity, Strong Language, Groping, Oral (m receiving).

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Arissa wasn’t one for the cold, she preferred to be comfortable. Spring and Fall were her favorite sessions out of the four. Summer is too hot and Winter is too cold. She could live without snow, even if it was pretty to look at. So when Bangtan made  plans to take a holiday to Poland, Arissa was against it full-heartedly. A week locked away in a log cabin surrounded by snow? Hard pass. Not wanting to hear Arissa’s complaints, Hoseok sent her off on a little shopping spree, with the promise of going to Venezuela. 

Arissa left the house with her bodyguards and called her friend Changha to join her at the mall to spend a few hours together before she left for a week. Arissa was excited and it showed as she bounced around from store to store with the other woman, giggling to each other as they picked up different items to try on and buy.

When Arissa arrived back at the main house, she saw that the guys were already loading two of the cars up with luggage. Arissa hurried out the car with Wonho and Trey hot on her heels, all holding bags in their hands. Jimin shook his head and laughed as the two guards followed after Arissa with tired eyes. He knew how intense Arissa was when she went shopping and he felt bad for the two older men. Upstairs in her room, Arissa thanked the men and dismissed them, telling them to enjoy the week off while she was away with Bangtan. Arissa started to unload her bags and Hoseok walked into her room, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Don’t worry about packing, Peach. Jimin and I packed your bags already.”

Arissa was shocked, “Really? Did you remember my hair products?” Hoseok nodded his head as Arissa turned in his arms. “My lotion?” Again Hoseok nodded his head and Arissa smiled. “I love you.” Arissa pressed a kiss to Hoseok’s lips and he nibbled at her lower lip.

“Hobi-ah!” Seokjin’s voice called from the hall. “Let’s go!”

Hoseok sighed and kissed Arissa one more time before he laced their fingers together and led her out the bedroom. At the bottom of the steps, Seokjin was waiting for them with his arms resting by his side. 

“Ready?”

“I can’t wait to soak up the sun!” Arissa gushed as she let go of Hoseok’s hand and jumped into Seokjin’s arms. “It’s gonna be lit!” Arissa wrapped her legs around Seokjin’s waist and Seokjin was quick to hold the back of her thighs as he shot Hoseok, a look that Arissa didn’t see. 

“Y-yeah, so lit.” Seokjin muttered and walked out the house with Arissa in his arms.

The drive to the airport was easy, getting to their private jet, Hoseok made sure that Arissa stayed by his side. He didn’t want to risk her rage while in the air and was extremely thankful that the rest of Bangtan kept their mouths shut about his lie to Arissa. The destination was the town of Koscielisko, Poland. A place where Bangtan didn’t have to worry about anyone trying to hurt them or know them at all. It was going to be a week full of carefree relaxation and fun…

Namjoon

The moment the jet landed, Namjoon stood up and motioned for everyone to grab their hidden jackets. Arissa was extremely confused when Namjoon walked over with a pale pink sweater in his hands. He told her that she would need to wear that along with black puffer jacket that Namjoon seemingly pulled from thin air. Arissa narrowed her eyes as she looked at Hoseok and he refused to meet her eyes, pretending that he was on the phone. Arissa huffed out a harsh breath of air and put the sweater on before she allowed Namjoon to help her slip the jacket on. 

Namjoon grabbed Arissa’s hands and kissed her knuckles before he nodded to whoever to open the door. The cold blast of air that filled the jet made Arissa frown. She could smell the snow before she even saw it and Namjoon kissed her temple, running his thumb over Arissa’s knuckles before they left the jet.

“I promise you, Poland isn’t that bad. It’s a beautiful place…give it a chance?”

Jimin

Helping Arissa unpack her suitcase, Jimin kept an eye out for any of the tell-tale signs that Arissa was ready to explode. Her face was neutral, she wasn’t frowning or grumbling under her breath. If anything, Arissa had no emotion on her face and that was even worse. Jimin thought it was stupid that Hoseok lied about the whole trip and he knew that out of all the guys, Hoseok was the main one in the dog house. Wanting to cheer Arissa up, Jimin grabbed an oversized cream colored sweatshirt and held it up proudly. Since it was so late in the night, Jimin told Arissa to change into that and he set aside a pair of fluffy knee high socks for Arissa to wear as well.

Jimin rushed out of the room and hurried to his room to change into his own matching sweatshirt. Jimin knew that Arissa would be upset, so he ordered warm clothing for Arissa ahead of time and got matching outfits for the others too. Unlike the rest of Bangtan, Jimin didn’t have any issues with matching with Arissa while wearing the exact same thing; keeping the others in mind, Jimin got outfits that were color coordinating. It was something simple Jimin noticed that always put a smile on Arissa’s face. Usually it was himself or Yoongi that happened to match with Arissa; so he hoped that having the other’s involved would brighten Arissa’s mood even more. Jimin hurried back to Arissa’s room and dived onto the bed just as Arissa walked into the room with her hair tucked neatly into her bonnet. 

Jimin held out his arms and Arissa smiled the moment she noticed Jimin’s matching sweatshirt. Jimin grinned as Arissa joined him on the bed and the two shared a sweet kiss. Jimin held Arissa in his arms and cuddled into her chest.

“Sweet dreams, my sun.”

Yoongi

The three youngest left early in the morning to go snowboarding, Seokjin is in the kitchen cooking with Hoseok and Namjoon went to town to see what activities they had. Yoongi is lying on the couch, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace as he catches up on TV. Arissa comes down the steps with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, shivering in the bright yellow loose knit cardigan she’s wearing. Yoongi spots her frame from his peripherals and sits up a little. He calls out for Arissa and opens his arms, knowing that she will be warmer in front of the fire.

Arissa settles between Yoongi’s legs, and she giggles as Yoongi makes sweater paws with his sleeves, rubbing up and down her back. Yoongi makes Arissa sit up a little and she laughs when he lifts the bottom of his sweater up. Arissa shakes her head, trying to decline Yoongi’s offer, but she isn’t given a choice. Yoongi traps Arissa underneath his sweater and Arissa wiggles around laughing before she shimmies her way up Yoongi’s body and pokes her head through the neck hole.

Yoongi’s teeth and gums are on full display as he laughs and Arissa laughs with him, wrapping her arms around his body. Yoongi kisses Arissa’s forehead and closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. Arissa cuddles into Yoongi and sighs, happy and content when she tucks her head under Yoongi’s chin. Yoongi starts to rub Arissa’s back over his sweater and the two let each other’s heat along with the fireplace warm them up.

“Feeling better now?” *kisses the top of Arissa’s head* “I missed your laugh.”

Jungkook

Coming in from outside, Jungkook’s nose and cheeks were bright red. His hands were slightly numb, the gloves only working for long before they started to fail. Jungkook whined as he flung the gloves onto the floor and Arissa walked out of the living room staring at the puddle of melted snow with a twisted face. Arissa asked if Jungkook was cold, and he pouted at her as he struggled to make his fingers bend so that he could remove the rest of his wet clothing. Arissa sighed and walked over to Jungkook, making sure to avoid every puddle on the floor. Silently, Arissa stripped Jungkook of his wet clothing and pulled him along behind her up the steps.

In the shared bathroom, Jungkook stripped out of his jeans and boxers while Arissa started to fill up the tub and turned on the jets. Jungkook watched as she added a lavender and cream bath bomb to the bath and his eyes widened when Arissa started to undress. When was the last time he has some alone time with the woman? Jungkook stepped into the tub first and offered Arissa his hand to help her inside. The two sat down in the warm water and Jungkook’s whole body shivered, his dick chubbing right up the moment Arissa’s ass was seating in his lap. Jungkook knew that Arissa felt him, and he was thankful that she didn’t make it known. Instead, she started massage his sore body and his body relaxed more and more as the water started to get hotter little by little.

Jungkook allowed for Arissa to baby him, relishing in her light touches and even lighter kisses to his wet skin. When her lips touched his, Jungkook sighed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Arissa’s waist. Just as he was going to take things farther, his stomach growled, and Arissa laughed. She washed Jungkook’s hair and took her time washing him down before they stepped out and went to Jungkook’s room. Jungkook gave Arissa a pair of his sweats to wear along with one of his long-sleeved t shirts before he threw on a grey and white lounge set. Giving Arissa a piggyback ride to her room, Jungkook waited while Arissa grabbed a pair of her fluffy socks and he laughed when she came out wearing a lilac-colored cardigan over his sweat shirt. They head to the kitchen and Seokjin sets two bowls of hot soup down in front of them with a smile on his face.

“Wow, Hyung! This is so good.” *clapping hands* “I don’t which is better, the bath or this food.”

Seokjin

It was late into the night when Seokjin woke up unable to fall back to sleep. Seeing no point in staying holed up in his room, Seokjin threw on a pink hoodie and made his way down to the kitchen. He stood in the threshold, watching in silence as Arissa set up a kettle for tea. Making his presence known, Seokjin asked if Arissa could make that for two and she didn’t even flinch. Seokjin walked up beside her, and Arissa leaned into his warmth, her tan and white bear pjs making Seokjin chuckle. Together they stood side by side and enjoyed the silence while the water heated up. Seokjin let his fingers creep under the hem of Arissa’s shirt and stroke over the bare skin; smirking to himself when he felt goosebumps rise on the skin.

Arissa filled two mugs with hot water and sugar before she dropped the tea bags in, Seokjin recognized the scent as the Vanilla Madagascar tea that Arissa likes so much. They sit beside each other in the den by the window and watch the snow fall. It is a beautiful sight and Arissa sighs softly as she wiggles her toes underneath Seokjin’s thighs. Sipping at the tea, Seokjin questions if there is anything that Arissa would like to do while on vacation and Arissa shrugs her shoulders. She isn’t one for snow and so far, that’s all that she has seen or heard about. Seokjin offers a few activities that Namjoon found when he went into town and Arissa listens to everything. She knows that the guys want her to have fun just as much as they do.

Seokjin can see that none of the ideas are interesting Arissa, and he places a hand on her thigh, just above her knee. He has one trick up his sleeve that he’s sure will win Arissa over. While he was looking into this town in Poland, he found out that there is a boutique that makes custom jewelry. Sharing his findings with Arissa, Seokjin grins as he watches Arissa’s eyes light up. It’s a well-known fact that Arissa wants to start her own jewelry line, and this would be a nice look into the field. Seeing her happiness, Seokjin watches as Arissa downs the rest of her tea and he raises an eyebrow when she crawls forward.

Arissa reaches forward and cups between his legs making Seokjin groan. Skillfully, Arissa pulls his dick from his sweats and the moment her tongue touches him, he throws his head back with a moan.

“Oh shit…this is how you’re thanking me?”

Taehyung

Taehyung groaned as he lost again to Arissa, the control in his hand seemed useless since his character on the screen kept doing the opposite of what he wanted. Tossing the control to the side, Taehyung stood up and stretched before he scratched the back of his head. He pulled Arissa away from the game and stopped by the front door, grabbing his coat and Arissa’s too. She tried to make a run for it, but Taehyung kept his grip on her wrist strong and forced her into her jacket. Next where the shoes and Arissa grumbled allowed for Taehyung to boot her snow boots on her feet. Arissa followed Taehyung out the back door onto the deck. The deck’s flooring was heated, so there was no snow which Arissa was thankful for, but it was still cold.

Grabbing her gloved hand, Taehyung pulled Arissa down the steps, and they walked into the forest behind the cabin together. It was beautiful and Taehyung started to hum softly before he pulled Arissa closer, and they started waltzing in the snow. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but everything was covered in white, the sun sparkling down on everything…Arissa was beaming, and Taehyung started to sing out loud. His deep voice echoed in the air and Arissa was caught in the moment. The fresh air was crips, bitterly so, but it filled her lungs with so much joy. Taehyung spun Arissa out at arm’s length and before as he pulled her in, a patch of ice caught her foot and two went crashing to the ground. Arissa landed on top of Taehyung and they both started to laugh.

Arissa made sure that Taehyung was okay before she rolled off him and started making snow angles. Sitting up, Taehyung watched as a child like innocence came to life right before his eyes and Taehyung smiled. For someone who hated the snow, Taehyung has never seen Arissa looks more beautiful.

“I knew you couldn’t hate snow all the time.”

Hoseok

Another sigh leaves Hoseok’s lips as he moves around on the couch trying to get comfortable. It’s been three days since they’ve come to Poland and Arissa still hasn’t spoken to him. He can see that she’s not as miserable as she first was. He’s noticed that she’s going outside willingly now with the guys, though she doesn’t really do much other that build snowmen in the front yard or head into town. Hoseok would love to take Arissa on a snowmobile and explore a little but he’s sure that she wants nothing to do with him on his vacation. He feels bad for lying but the guys had really wanted to go someplace covered in snow. It had been a while since they last went snowboarding.

The bottom step of the stair’s creaks, and Hoseok looks towards the threshold to see Arissa creeping into living room. The faint moonlight coming in from the window casts a silver glow on her and Hoseok taking in the muted tones of green and yellows of Arissa’s pjs. Arissa raises her head, and she freezes seeing that Hoseok is looking right at her. The two stare at each other and Arissa chews on her lower lip before she takes a deep breath. Her feet light as a feather as she crosses the floor and crawls onto the couch. Hoseok lifts the blanket to allow Arissa access to his warmth and they melt into each other the moment Arissa is in his arms.

Neither takes the risk to speak first, Hoseok lets his fingertips dance across the exposed skin of Arissa’s lower back and hip while she hides her face in his neck. Can she hear is heart beating loudly like he can? Hoseok’s breath catches in his throat when he feels Arissa’s lips press to his plus point two times before she pulls away and trails her nose along his jaw, placing a sweet kiss to the bottom of his ear. Hoseok pulls Arissa closer and ducks his head down, capturing her lips in a feverish kiss. Arissa’s hand squeeze Hoseok’s shoulders and he rolls over so that he is on top, supporting his weight on his elbows. They continue to kiss, lost in each other’s silent apologizes as they connect with each other. Arissa moans when Hoseok pushes her shirt up her chest and locks his lips around one of her peaked nipples.

Arissa’s hand thread into Hoseok’s hair and she yanks him up, crashing her lips into his before he apologizes against his lips. Hoseok smiles into the kiss and nibble on her lower lip before he rests his forehead against hers.

“I’m just happy that you’re enjoying yourself. Do you want to go snowmobiling tomorrow?”

[sweetestofchaos]

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ℱ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ ℒℯ𝒶𝓋ℯ𝓈 • ①③①⑥

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄/𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗍. 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌  𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴  𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+  𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖤𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖵𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

A/N: Hᴜɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ @sugakookitty​ ᴀɴᴅ @jjksblackgf​ ғᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪᴅᴇᴀ ғᴏʀ Fᴀʟʟɪɴɢ Lᴇᴀᴠᴇs. I ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ.

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Arissa had convinced everyone that they should take a holiday, nothing major just a week away from the workplace to enjoy a little freedom. Kim-Jung Enterprise wouldn’t suddenly go under if they left, and everyone agreed that they had a decent number of members in Bangtan that they could leave in their place for a week. Billie was even kind enough to come to South Korea and help out to ease the workload for when they would come back.

Jungkook was happy. When was the last time they went on vacation together without having to worry about anything? None of them could agree on a location, so Arissa put all their ideas in a random choice generator, and whichever came out first was their destination…Dornoch, Sutherlands, Scotland get ready for Bangtan!

Their home was beautiful, a seven-bedroom Georgian styled mansion that was nestled deeply within a man-made forest of trees. The front of the home was open enough to see parts of the Dornoch Firth, a truly breathtaking sight. It was the perfect amount of privacy for Bangtan and with that crisp chill in the air, Jungkook didn’t want to stay inside all day. Jungkook didn’t mind the cold, he enjoyed the early moments of fall where the morning air was crisp and tingled his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was there in the morning light spilling into the kitchen that Jungkook noticed Arissa from the window.

“What is she doing out there?” Jungkook wondered out loud as he squinted his eyes and scratched at his face, his nails catching on a patch of dry skin. He started to pick at it and his eyes widened when he noticed the all too familiar yoga mat under Arissa’s feet. “You gotta be kidding me!” Jungkook shook his head with a laugh. They were on vacation and here Arissa was doing yoga…well Jungkook was sure he could help stretch her out. Running up to his room, Jungkook grabbed a pair of his sneakers and hurried back down the steps. He swapped out his slippers for the sneakers and pulled open the backdoor, smiling when Arissa straightened up upon seeing him.

“You joining me?” Arissa teased and Jungkook smirked noticing that Arissa had a few leaves in her braided hair.

“Wanna try something new?” Jungkook prompted and Arissa raised an eyebrow. Jungkook saw the question in Arissa’s eyes and licked his lips. “Let me stretch you out.” Jungkook pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and Arissa felt her face burn. She knew what Jungkook was offering, and it wasn’t something that she planned on turning down.

“You ain’t slick, Kookie.”

Jungkook giggled and stepped in front of Arissa, “I bet you are.”

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook had Arissa pressed up against a large oak tree, moaning as their lip lock together. Jungkook nipped at Arissa’s lips before he trailed his lips down the length of Arissa’s neck, his tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive skin covering her veins. Arissa’s moaned and lifted her hips from the tree, trying to ease some of the pain between her legs. Jungkook shook his head and rested his forehead against Arissa’s.

“You want me carrot?”

Jungkook’s words were warm against Arissa’s lips, and she nodded her head, threading her fingers into Jungkook’s black locs. Jungkook’s own fingers dug into Arissa’s hips, as he held her in place, not once allowing for her to take control of the situation.

“Prove it.” Jungkook’s words were challenging, and Arissa sucked her teeth before she pushed Jungkook away from her. “Riss-” Jungkook hissed when he was suddenly slammed into the tree, the bark bit into the back of his neck and he groaned. Arissa lowered herself to her knees and Jungkook’s eyes followed her on the way down. “Always so pretty on your knees…d-do you want my jacket, so you don’t hurt yourself?” Jungkook started to remove his hoodie and Arissa shook her head.

Arissa made quick work of pulling Jungkook’s sweatpants down his legs and he groaned when the chill in the air made goosebumps rise on the expose skin.

“Awe, poor baby,” Arissa taunted and Jungkook’s mouth was dry as Arissa looked up at him with her pretty brown eyes. Arissa’s bare face was shining in the sun, the shadows from the leaves above created a dark blanket that covered them in their own universe. As reddish-brown leaves fell around them, Jungkook forced himself watched the sinful sight as Arissa swallowed his dick whole. She gagged around him and Jungkook had to grab onto the oak behind him for support. Jungkook’s eyes slipped closed for a second, maybe two and Arissa slapped his thigh, the sound cut through the silence and Jungkook jumped; from the pain or the sound he wasn’t too sure.

Jungkook’s breathing was labored, he was thankful the tree was behind him, or he would have been on his ass within seconds. A leaf landed on Arissa’s head, the reddish color standing out against her natural black hair. Another left fell and Jungkook’s chest rumbled as he laughed, ‘how cute is she’.

“O-on your feet.” Jungkook helped Arissa to stand on shaky legs and he was quick to change their positions with Arissa pinned against the oak tree. “Gonna make you fucking scream…hate it when you tease me carrot.” Jungkook’s pulled at Arissa’s black tights, the fabric ripped Jungkook clicked his tongue at the sight. “No panties? Look at you-” Jungkook ran his ring and middle finger through Arissa’s folds and spread her wide. “you’re soaked.”

“B-Bunny…please?” Arissa jutted out her lower lip as she begged for Jungkook’s dick, and he pecked her lips softly.

“You want Bunny, huh? Want Bunny to-”

“Fuck me,” Arissa demanded and Jungkook wasted no time in giving Arissa what she asked for. He lined his dick up to Arissa’s entrance and pushed forward, the pressure was hot and wet as he pushed into her. “S-shit!” Arissa’s voice carried on the wind and filtered into the now open window of the kitchen. Jungkook grabbed Arissa’s leg at the knee and hiked it up around his hip, to give himself better range to pound into her.

Jungkook’s low groans and dirty words mixed with Arissa moans and catch the attention of the only other person in the kitchen. Seokjin hadn’t meant to catch the two youngsters in the act, he came into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. How was he supposed to know that Jungkook would have been fucking the life out of Arissa against the oak tree in the back yard? Though Seokjin had to admit, Arissa look’s beautiful, a true piece of art as leaves made their home in her hair.

Seokjin’s hand moved to the painful erection in his pajama pants, and he tugged at the material, pushing it down his hips, as he pulled his dick free. “These fucking kids…” Seokjin groaned as he started to stroke himself in time to Jungkook’s thrust. Since Seokjin got the main event so late, he didn’t have much time to play catch up, so he focused on the sounds that Arissa’s made. Her voice was everything he loved; she knew just the right things to say to make him come within seconds if she really wanted to.

Lost in the feeling of his own pleasure, Seokjin noticed that Jungkook had moved away from Arissa and the two were now plucking leaves from each other’s hair. Seokjin chuckled and grabbed his phone from his pocket before he sent a text to Arissa. He slowed down the jerking on his hand and watched from the kitchen window as Arissa checked her phone.

Come clean up your mess

Arissa’s head snapped up to the house and Seokjin waved at her while Jungkook laughed. Jungkook whispered something to Arissa and patted her butt before he walked off farther into the backyard.

[sweetestofchaos]

🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚🅣🅞🅑🅔🅡 ➍🅣🅗  

🅦🅐🅛🅚🅢 🅘🅝 🅣🅗🅔 🅕🅞🅡🅔🅢🅣 • ⑦①①

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇/𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟣𝟪+ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖥𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖧𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖦𝗎𝗇𝗌

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍: @myfavouritewriter​

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Arissa didn’t hate the outdoors. She embraced the sunlight, the fresh air, and the grass beneath her feet. She enjoyed the freedom that came with the outside, the world so open and unknown. Arissa’s joy for the outdoors did wonders for Jimin’s portfolio and he always looked forward to his adventures with Arissa. How many places they been, Jimin had lost count. The only tell of their trips, the millions of polarized tucked away in different scrapbooks that Jimin had put together with his own two hands.

Today, Jimin’s schedule was clear, and he swept Arissa away before everyone woke for the day. The sun peaked between the clouds as Jimin drove with Arissa in the passenger seat beside him. Slumbering away, the early morning light doing nothing to wake her up. A black and white Chanel bag sitting in the back seat filled with gifts for Arissa that she had no idea about.

The car behind Jimin’s was sleek and silver with tinted window, Wonho and Trey kept up with Jimin’s speed easily as they make their way to an unknown location. The city faded, the road became slimer and more open with no other cars in sight. More and more greenery filled the side of the road and when Arissa woke, her eyes drank in everything around her. Jimin watched Arissa as the car rolled to a stop. He turned slightly in his seat and smiled once Arissa’s eyes turned on him.

“There’s a gift for you in the back. Put it on and come out when you’re done.” Jimin bite his lip when Arissa raised her eyebrow. “Hurry up, my sun. We still have a little way to go.” Jimin pecked Arissa’s lips and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind himself.  Wonho and Trey walk up, their black dress shoes replaced by sneakers made to keep them grounded in the wilderness. “We should be alone out here, but just in case…” Jimin popped the trunk of his car and motioned for the two bodyguards to switch out their standard firearms for something more suitable. Trey rolled his eyes at the sight of the silencers and Wonho smirked.

“Don’t want to scare off the wildlife,” Jimin giggled, and the two men quickly armed themselves with the new weapons.

Once the bodyguards were all set, Jimin went back into the trunk of his car and grabbed the black case holding one of his most prized possessions. He slung the case over his shoulder and stood straighter when the back door the car opened. Wonho whistled at the sight of Arissa while Trey slapped the back of his head.

“Sorry,” Wonho grumbled.

Arissa smiled as Jimin walked around to meet her. The green dress that Jimin picked out was made for Arissa. The emerald color seemed to brighten Arissa’s natural melanin and cast a warm glow against the Earth’s backdrop. The silver and gold accessories sparkled in the sunlight and Jimin swallowed harshly before he licked his lip.

“Y-You look stunning…I knew this dress was made for you.”

“You forgot shoes,” Arissa teased and Jimin shook his head.

Wordlessly, Jimin picked Arissa up into his arms and started walking down a hidden path a few yards away from the cars. Arissa buried her nose in Jimin’s neck and Jimin gave her knee a squeeze in warning which made Arissa laugh. Wonho and Trey followed behind out of sight, finally figuring out what Jimin had planned in the middle of nowhere.

In Jimin’s arms, Arissa stared at his face, unable to look away. The shadows of the trees and leaves above cased a dark sex appeal over Jimin that had Arissa wanting to tease him some more. Arissa chose to ignore Jimin’s previous warning and peppered feather light kisses along his jaw and temple. Her lips brushed over his ear lobe, and she pulled it between her teeth gently.

“How long am I keeping this dress on, flower?” Arissa’s fingers pushed Jimin’s hair from his forehead and Jimin narrowed his eyes. “A little exhibitionism never hurt anybody.”

Jimin laughed and glanced down at Arissa’s pouty lips, such a tempting offer. “Behave for the camera and maybe I’ll indulge your little fantasy. Do we have a deal, my sun?”

[sweetestofchaos]

Parings: Merman!Jimin / Human!Arissa  Genre/Trope: Mermaid AU, Fantasy AU, Angst Rating: 18+  Summary: Hearing her soul’s cry for help, Jimin risks it all to save Arissa from herself. Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Crying, Mentions of Blood, Almost Drowning, Kissing, Pet Names...Happy Ending?

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/N: Shout out to @vvh0adie​ for beta reading this one for me.

Standing on the edge of the world, where the ocean and sand meet, Arissa let her tears fall as her heart breaks from within. The skies above darken; the once white cloud heavy and gray with the promise of rain as the wind starts to kick up. Mini sandstorms dance behind Arissa and she wails, her broken misery heard far beneath the depths of the raging waters in front of her. The overwhelming sense of grief, the hell like daggers piercing her heart with each breath, Arissa wants it all to stop. She steps forward, one foot after the other. The light purple gown, now a dark violet as it pulls her farther out to sea. The water should be cold, but nothing is colder than the emptiness of Arissa’s arms.

She feels numb, the tears falling from her face mixing with the water around her. Shouting from in the distance falls on deaf ears. A few yards in front of her, Arissa watches as the water bubbles and froths, a deep blue light slowly spills to the surface and Arissa’s stares as a blonde tangle of hair breaks the surface followed by even bluer eyes, the blackness of their pupils rimmed in a pale-yellow halo. More and more skin, pale and toned, pulled over never ending muscles greets Arissa’s tearfully eyes as a person seemingly appears before her.

Arissa knows she should scream, she should run away from the unknown man in front of her, but she can’t. He calls to her, silently over the crashing waves and shouts from on the shore. The man…if that’s what Arissa wishes to call him (for she can see the beginnings of a blue and silver scales around his waist) lifts his hand and holds it out for Arissa to take. His fingers are short, with flesh-colored claws for nails and webbing in between. Each finger is adored by the most beautiful rings Arissa has ever seen, they aren’t of this world and Arissa can’t look away.

The man wiggles his fingers gently, silently beckoning Arissa to take his hand. His silence holds the promise of something more; something unknown and absolute stuffed in a bottle and put high on a shelf for safe keeping. Arissa’s arm reaches out and the man’s eyes narrow, his arm lashes out, his finger claps around Arissa’s wrist and pulls her into his arms. His skin is cold, so very, very cold and Arissa’s mind starts to cloud over as the man’s chest rumbles with clicks and growls. Something shoots past them and the man hisses before he dives into the water below with Arissa tucked safely into his chest.

Arissa’s eyes slam shut, the saltwater making them burn and she tightens her hold around the man’s neck, keeping her legs curled above his waist. Her lungs burn and her head feels heavy as they move through the water easily. Arissa’s nails bite into the man’s shoulders and he looks down at her. Oh. Realizing his mistake, he stops swimming, his tail acting as an anchor as he floats in place with Arissa in his arms. Keeping one arm wrapped around Arissa’s waist, the man cups her face with his hand and Arissa’s flinches. He chirps at the sudden movement and rubs at Arissa’s cheek with his thumb, taking extra care not to cut her skin with his sharp claws.

Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, the man bites down, pricking the flesh to draw blood. He presses his lips to Arissa’s and forces the blood tinted water into her mouth. Arissa’s eyes open wide as the metallic tang burns her throat. The man slowly releases his arm from around Arissa’s waist as a watery scream rip from inside, pushing all the oxygen left in her body out into a million bubbles. She’s drowning. The water weighs her down, salty and harsh as it purges her body from the inside out. Arissa’s body is shaking, twitching every millisecond as a weight in her chest pushes down deep, locking its place in her stomach before it branches out and attacks her lower limbs.

Bee stings. Stubbing a toe. Paper cuts. Banging an elbow on the corner of a desk. This is the pain Arissa feels and more as her vision starts to fade to black. A gentle hand, a warmth Arissa has long forgotten embraces her and she gives in, allowing the darkness to pull her under.

Humming. Soft and calming, pulls Arissa from the darkness; acting as a beacon to search for in the throes of lingering pain. What a strange dream Arissa finds herself waking up from. Mermaids aren’t real and yet Arissa wishes more than anything to see that beautiful face when she opens her eyes. A touch, softer than anything Arissa has ever felt, makes her sigh, and blindly reach for the lost contact when the warmth pulls away.

“Are you awake, my pearl?”

Whose voice is that? It’s so soothing and protective. Is she still dreaming? Arissa opens her eyes and is blinded by a cornucopia of astounding color. Radiant blues, vivid green and sparkling whites flutter through…water? Arissa sits up, her eyes blinking rapidly as she takes in the water around her.

“Easy…don’t push yourself, my pearl.”

Arissa almost forgot about the voice beside her, and she stares with even wider eyes at the man from her dreams. He’s even more breathtaking than she recalls. His face is cherub-like, lips a dark cyclamen and plushers than any lips she has kissed. Arissa’s eyes travel down his bare chest, his mauve nipples complement his tan skin and deep lines chiseled into him makes Arissa gulp. The man laughs and Arissa’s eyes zone in on the blue and silver fin that sways by his side. The man bites his lip teasingly and leans in close, the water between his lips and Arissa’s heating up slightly as he stares into her brown eyes.

“Don’t tempt me, treasure.” Arissa’s eyes flicker to the man’s mouth and his tongue darts out, licking them before he presses a ghost of a kiss to her lips. He rests his forehead against Arissa’s and sighs, “You still haven’t recovered from the transformation.”

Arissa catches the movement of the man’s hand, and she freezes when she notices that instead of his hand resting on her thighs, underneath the man’s hand is a tail, the scales a mix of red, orange and every shade in between.

“W-what did you do to me?” Arissa’s words waver as she hesitates to touch her own tail. The man smiles and trials the nail of one of his fingers along the top of Arissa’s scales.

“Do to you?” The man repeats the question and stares into Arissa’s eyes. “I answered your call. Your soul screamed so loud that day on the surface. I couldn’t ignore you anymore, treasure.”

“You-”

“Jimin. My name is Jimin.”

Arissa looks down at her tail and tries to remember what happened before Jimin took her away. Her soul called out to him? Her memory is fuzzy and Jimin can see the internal battle that Arissa is having. He cups her face in his hands and forces her to look into his eyes gently.

“It’s okay that you don’t remember. Human’s memories of their old lives above the surface always leave once they transform. The misery you were in must have been excruciating if you were willing to give yourself to the sea.”

Arissa’s lower lip trembles at Jimin’s words and he coos softly, pulling her into his lap. Jimin tucks Arissa’s head under his chin and starts to hum the song from before.

“I’m here, my pearl. I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you again.”

[sweetestofchaos]

Blacktober Day 21 - Drinks - 1.2K

Parings: Namjoon/Arissa/Yoongi Genre/Trope: Gang AU, Established Relationship, SFW Rating: PG15 Summary: Arissa takes her boyfriend’s on a business trip and she uses them to her advantage.  Warnings: Cursing, Yoongi and Namjoon’s nips are out, Kissing, Teasing

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

News of Arissa traveling on her own had the world trying to catch her every move. It has been a while since Arissa stepped out of South Korea and people were wondering what was going on in her life. The moment people figured out where she was going, it was a wrap. The jet touches down in Salzburg, Austria and Arissa holds her head up high as she walks through the airport with Namjoon’s hand clasped around hers tightly. Yoongi is bringing up the rear as paparazzi and Arissa’s fans crowd around the group. There are four other personal security guards spread around them, keeping people a good distance away while Arissa smiles and waves to everyone.

Namjoon keeps his face hidden behind a mask and a curtain of freshly dyed honey brown hair. Yoongi’s face is mask free, his silver hair pushed out of his face and held in place by his black snapback. His eyes are sharp, daring anyone to step past the guards hired to put their lives on the line. Arissa is maskless, her face done up in shades of gold and browns while her red wig frames her face in endless waves that reach the middle of her back. Outside of the airport two silver SUV’s wait for the group to exit the building and when the driver spots Namjoon over the crowd, he gets out the truck and quickly opens the back door.

Namjoon places his hand on the top of the inside of the car to protect Arissa’s head as she gets in before he slides in after her. Yoongi takes the front seat, and he glances in the rearview mirror to makes sure the bodyguards are good before he tells the driver to pull off. Yoongi settles into his seat and double checks with the driver on the address of the home they will be staying in for the next two weeks. There is a fashion event being hosted by a local boutique and they reached out to Arissa to join the event as a spectator. On the flip side, Taehyung was informed that there was a possibility to grow Arissa’s share of Kim-Jung Enterprise, so that’s why Namjoon is tagging along for the trip. Though Namjoon hasn’t admitted to anyone other than Arissa that Mozart’s home being in Salzburg caught his attention as well.

“Can you two hurry up!” Arissa groans from the living room. She slips her feet into her black boots and grabs her purse from beside her as she hears two-bedroom doors open. Looking up, Arissa grins and claps her hands, “Damn…” Arissa stands and stares at the two men in front of her.

Yoongi rolls his eyes while Namjoon clicks his tongue with his black dress shoes in his hands. “Do we really have to wear this?” Namjoon complains looking down at the black leather and mesh ensemble and Yoongi narrows his eyes.

“At least your arms and nipples are covered. My whole shit is out!” Yoongi grumbles as he dramatically shakes his arms while slapping his mesh covered chest making Arissa laugh.

“You both look amazing. Embrace the sex appeal and enjoy the show tonight.” Arissa reaches out and smooth her hands over both men’s chests. “If this goes right, it will be an easy asset added to the company.” Arissa pecks both their lips and before she can pull away Yoongi wraps an arm around Arissa’s waist. “Yoongi,” Arissa warns not wanting to mess up her makeup or rip her own mesh dress.

“What?” The heat from Yoongi’s hand seeps into Arissa’s skin as he pouts at her innocently.

Namjoon is quick to grip her chin lightly between his thumb and index finger. “Why don’t we spend the night in? I’m sure we can find something to do.” Namjoon cocks an eyebrow and leans in to press his lips to Arissa, but she covers his mouth with her hand.

“We’re going to the show and that’s final.” Arissa narrows her eyes at the two men and steps back. “Put your shoes on and hurry up.”

Outside of the boutique’s chosen venue Namjoon and Yoongi stand on either side of Arissa with their arms around her waist. They keep their faces neutral, not smiling for anyone while Arissa smiles softly and works their way around the cameras. Heading into the venue, Arissa grabs hold of Yoongi’s hand and leads the way to their seats.

“I’m going to mingle for a little bit before the show starts. The bar is over on the back wall.” Arissa slides her black and gold fur duster off her shoulders and Namjoon takes it in his arms before he folds in neatly and sets it on Arissa’s seat.

“Don’t stray too far from Yoongi. There are a few people here who I wasn’t expecting to see, so I’ll touch base with them. Tonight, you are one half of Kim-Jung Enterprise. People will come up to you just because.”

Arissa giggles and tucks her red hair behind her ear, “Baby, you act like I haven’t been in the game long. Let me do me and enjoy the night. I got this.” Arissa pats Namjoon’s chest and wiggles her fingers at Yoongi, signaling him to take hold of her hand once again. “See you in a bit, Joonie.” Arissa walks off with Yoongi by her side and Namjoon sighs, fixing his jacket before he makes his way to the bar. People will notice him and make their way to him. It’s child’s play and Namjoon already knows how tonight will go.

Arissa sees a few Instagram models and a handful of independent stylists which makes her smile. Tonight’s turn out is nice, there is a lot more opportunities here than Arissa originally thought. Turning her head to Yoongi, Arissa leans in, “Why don’t you grab us a drink, hum? A whiskey sour is calling my name.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrow but says nothing as he lets go of Arissa’s hand and heads towards the bar. Spotting her target, Arissa walks over to an older woman that remind her of a poodle, her orange hair is always curled tightly in a perm. The older woman spots Arissa and her eyes widen before she quickly excuses herself from her current conversation.

“Arissa Jayde-Jung! You look stunning darling!”

“Kimmy Choi, I was not expecting to see you here. How have you been hun?”

The two embrace each other and Kimmy sighs dramatically at Arissa’s question. “Oh, where to start? You’ve heard that Richard left me, right? The gale of that wet noodle! And for a man at that!” Kimmy frowns and Arissa’s eyes widen. She didn’t know that Kimmy’s ex-husband left her for a man, she thought they were just taking a break…like usual.

“We know you can do better than Richard, Kimmy. He wasn’t your first choice anyway.”

Kimmy laughs and her eyes fall away from Arissa’s face to someone behind her. Arissa fights back the smirk that’s pulling at her lips and quickly covers it with a cough as a soothing warmth brush against her arm.

“Here’s your drink, Riss.” Yoongi hands Arissa her whiskey sour and Kimmy’s eyes are glued to Yoongi’s every movement.

Arissa takes the glass from Yoongi and thanks him softly while keeping a close eye on Kimmy’s ques. “Oh, how rude of me. Kimmy this is my friend, Min Yoongi. Yoongi this is Kimmy Choi. She is one of the founders of the boutique.”

Kimmy thrusts her hand out for Yoongi to shake and Arissa tries not to laugh. Hook, line, and sinker…Arissa has this deal in the bag.

[sweetestofchaos]

🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚🅣🅞🅑🅔🅡 ➊➋🅣🅗

ℬ𝓇𝒾𝒹ℊℯ • ①⓪⑥①

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇/𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌   𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴   𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟣𝟪+  𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖦𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Shoots rang threw the air, hitting target after target. Bodies dropped and blood stained the ground as Namjoon ducked for cover. His breath came out in white puff of air in front of him as he tried to slow his rapidly beating heart. Slamming his head against the tree, Namjoon groans, he lost Arissa somewhere in the middle of the shootout. Someone fucked up tonight and they were going to pay with their life. It’s a rule of thumb to bring a weapon to a meeting, sometimes you need it but most of the time Namjoon can speak freely with whomever and never have to use it. Tonight, was not one of those times.

Digging into his pocket, Namjoon quickly grabs his phone and texts Arissa. He isn’t stupid enough to call her in case she can’t talk. A twig snaps in the distance and Namjoon clenches his jaw, straining his ears to try and tell who might be coming his way.

“Did you find Kim, yet?”

“Not yet.”

“What about the woman?”

“That fucking bodyguard she had with her took off with her the moment we started shooting.”

Namjoon’s chest looses up at the new. At least Arissa is safe and out of harm’s way. Now he just has to get himself back into her arms. So much for a date night.

“Wait! We’ve got them!”

Namjoon narrows his eyes and counts to five slowly in his mind. Raising his gun, he jumps from behind the tree and shoots one of the men point blank, ending his life. The other doesn’t have a gun and drops to his knees begging for his life. Namjoon walks closer and glares, “Where’s AJ?”

“S-She’s…I-I mean-”

“Spit it out!” Namjoon growls and the man starts crying.

“T-The bridge! S-She’s at the b-bridge!”

Namjoon shoots the man in the head and grabs one of the guns off the dead guy. The bridge? Namjoon vaguely recalls Arissa talking about a body of water near here. Deciding it would be best not to going into this situation blind, Namjoon calls Seokjin.

“I need coordinates to the closest bridge from me. They have AJ.”

“Sending the coordinates to you now. Hope should reach the bridge in ten or less.”

Hanging up, Namjoon shoves his phone in the back pocket of his pants and hurries to towards the coordinates that Seokjin sent him. Closing in on the bridge, Namjoon can see headlights up ahead and he avoids them, staying close to the shadows. Voices are mumbled, but Namjoon can make out that there are at least five men guarding Arissa. Namjoon ducks behind a bush and sighs, he has Arissa’s in his sights. She’s a little beat up, her upper lip is busted, and her right eyes is swollen shut; Namjoon can only imagine what the rest of her body looks like. From this distance Namjoon can’t tell if she is bleeding anywhere.

Looking around, Namjoon spots Beakho standing behind Arissa with his wrists and ankles bound. His face is bloody, swollen and cut up. He glares at the men as they taunt Arissa who says nothing while kneeling on the ground. Namjoon needs to get his attention somehow and quick. Looking around Namjoon grabs two small pebbles from the ground and the takes a deep breath. Aiming for the truck, Namjoon chucks one of the pebbles and it bangs against the metal. The men all turn to check what the noise was, and Namjoon throws the other pebble at Beakho’s cheek. Beakho glances in Namjoon’s direction and Namjoon knows that he can see his silhouette in the darkness.

“We’ve waited long enough. Toss him over and bring the girl.”

“But boss said-”

“I know what boss said! I’m not trying to get killed because he’s fucking stupid!” The smallest of the group raises his gun in Beakho’s direction and Arissa bites her lower lip hard enough to draw even more blood. “Any last words pet?”

“I think it’s pretty stupid that all of you aren’t armed.” Beakho’s voice carries on the wind and Namjoon smirks. Perfect.

Looking at his watch, Namjoon sees that only six minutes have passed, and he glances up when a horn honks in the distance a few times. Hope is here.

“Boss is here!” The clueless men all quickly scramble to look presentable, and Namjoon shakes his head. Fools. As the car rolls to a stop, Beakho drops to his knees and throws his body over Arissa’s just as the window slides down and bullets fly out. In less than a minute, the men are all dead and Namjoon steps out of the shadows as the front and back door of the car open.

“Morse code, really?” Namjoon frowns at Hoseok and shakes his head. “Get Beakho to the doc before he blacks out.” Namjoon throws the command to Jungkook, and the younger man goes to Beakho, helping him to stand on his feet.

Hoseok is by Arissa’s side, pulling her into his arms and breathing in her scent to sooth his own heart. Namjoon stares down at the two of them and sighs, “Did they do anything to you?” Namjoon hates having to ask the question, but it is one that he can’t ignore.

Arissa turns her head that is tucked under Hoseok’s chin, “No. Whoever their boss is wanted to put me on auction…” Hoseok’s body tenses and Arissa hugs him tightly, “From what I gathered, the whole thing was a setup. The drugs are laced with a heavy amount of fentanyl and the weapons were fake, only the top layers were legit.”

“We’ll handle the rest. Get back with Beakho and take it easy. Trey and Hardwick are on standby at the main house. You’re not being left alone tonight.” Namjoon continues to rattle off commands and Hoseok stands up with Arissa cradled in his arms.

“We’ll take my car since they don’t know what it looks like. I’ll drop the others off at your car,” Hoseok explains as he places Arissa carefully into the backseat of the truck with Beakho who is just about passed out from the amount of blood he’s lost.

Namjoon looks at the dead bodies and sighs. “Hope! Help me toss ‘em.”

Together, Namjoon and Hoseok toss the bodies over the bridge and into the freezing waters below. Not really caring if they sink or float.

[sweetestofchaos]

🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚🅣🅞🅑🅔🅡 ➑🅣🅗  

𝒰𝓂𝒷𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶 • ①①②③

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄/𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌  𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴  𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖯𝖦𝟣𝟧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Arissa flew into New York yesterday with Hoseok to make her first appearance on The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon as his co-host. Vouge had also reached out asking Arissa to be on the cover of their June issue since she is about to host her first ever fashion show through Kim-Jung Enterprise. Jungkook had argued with Arissa to let him come along as a bodyguard, but Arissa declined. Back in the States, Arissa didn’t need the extra protection from Bangtan. She was and will always be the Jayde Heiress, so her family’s power kept her safe. Arissa was excited to be on the tonight show, she enjoyed Jimmy’s humor and thought he was one of the better late-night hosts that was around.

Doing a finale touch up of her makeup, Arissa follows one of the stagehands through the back and she can hear Jimmy as he starts to introduce her. Straightening her posture, Arissa lets the smile pulling at her lips, slip into place and she is told to walk out on stage, waving to the audience. Jimmy stands from his seat and Arissa wraps her arms around his back, giving the older man a hug before she kisses his cheek.

“Wow, Arissa Jayde-Jung, everyone! You look amazing!” Jimmy steps back to allow for Arissa to sit in the chair beside him and she sits down. “T-thank you for coming on the show.”

Arissa smiles with a nod of her head. “Thank you for inviting me. You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for years.”

Jimmy’s eyes widen at Arissa’s confession, and he laughs. “Really? Wow, that’s flattering.” Jimmy takes his seat beside Arissa and look at her. “You know you’re a huge idol and icon to many young people growing up. My daughter’s love watching your fashion vlogs.”

“It’s because of people like your daughter’s that I enjoy what I do, Jimmy. Thought I just really love kids in general! Just today, when Hobi-”

“Hobi? That’s your nickname for your husband, right?”

Arissa nods her head, “Yeah, Hoseok is for when I’m mad at him.” The crowd and Jimmy laugh, knowing what that’s like. “The two of us were coming to the station from the hotel and Hobi was about to call for the driver since it was raining, but I told him we should take the train.”

“The train?”

“Yeah! In South Korea, we get driven everywhere…I miss being able to ride public transportation. So, we get on the train with this huge, oversized umbrella, and everyone is looking at us ‘cause Hobi is dressed in a three-piece suit-” Arissa rolls her eyes and everyone laughs. “and I had on a hoodie dress with heels…so we weren’t really matching.

“This little boy, he had to be maybe four year old at the most. He kept staring at us and I noticed that he was fascinated by Hobi. He jumped out of his seat, walked right over to us, and just crawled into Hobi’s lap.”

Jimmy is shocked and so is the audience. Hoseok always looks so serious and intimidating. “What did your husband do?”

Arissa’s laugh is clear as bells as she continues the story, “The boy’s mother was very apologetic and kept trying to get her son to come back to her, but Hobi just told her not to worry and he let the kid play with his tie. I took a video of the whole thing ‘cause it was too freaking sweet.”

“Did the boy stay with Hoseok the whole ride here?”

“Yep! Even fell asleep on him…left a nice drool spot on his chest. Hobi have the boy’s mom our umbrella and she was really appreciative.”

Arissa and Jimmy plays games with each other and talk about different things. Jimmy announces that they will start Mad Lib Karaoke and Arissa nods her head excited to play.

“So, we’re going to do a karaoke using whatever words come to mind, nouns, verbs, adjectives, okay? Just give me whatever you think of.”

“Should I be worried?”

“No!” Jimmy laughs. “No, no. This is gonna be fun, I promise!” Jimmy looks down at the cards in front of him and smiles. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“A feeling?”

“Love.”

“Verb?”

“Run.”

“McDonalds menus item?”

“McFlurry.”

Jimmy and Arissa share a look. “When the machine is working.”

Arissa laughs and looks right into the camera, “Fix the machine!”

Jimmy laughs with the audience, “Yes! Please fix the machine.” He clears his throat and continues, “Um...another verb?”

“Hit.”

“Oh! Good one.” Jimmy comments and continues with his questions.

The questions are over, and Jimmy holds up his card, telling everyone that Arissa will being doing mad-lib karaoke to the song Cuff It by Beyonce. Arissa laughs and takes the mic that Jimmy hands her. The music starts to play, and Arissa takes a breath.

I feel like fallin' in love (fallin' love)

I'm in the mood to run something up (tonight, I'm running something up, baby)

I need some McFlurry in my cup (I need a drink)

Hey (pour me a drink)

I'm in the mood to hit something up (I'm in the mood to hit something up)

I wanna go swimming

I need a Dachshund

I wanna go higher, do you like me? (Ou la-lala, lala)

I wanna go where nobody's skipped (wanna go where nobody's skipped)

Have you ever had kimchi like this? (Have you ever had kimchi?)

The song ends and Arissa is giggling while Jimmy is surprised that her words fit so well. They do another round of mad-libs and after that it’s time to end the show with Thank You Notes.

Arissa walks out of the studio with a black umbrella that says The Late-Night Show in white over her head after signing a few autographs and taking some photos with fans. The red dress from the show has been replaced with her black hoodie dress and Arissa sighs when she sees Hoseok standing out front beside a sleek black car with a dark blue umbrella in his hand.

“Did you have fun, peach?” Hoseok questions as he pulls Arissa into his arms and presses a kiss to her lips.

“Mmmm,” Arissa nods her head and kisses Hoseok again. “It was a lot of fun. I think people will get a few laughs.” Arissa steps under Hoseok’s umbrella and folds her closed before she stares up at Hoseok. “Were you waiting long for me?”

Hoseok shakes his head and opens the back door for Arissa before he closes his own umbrella and follows in behind her, “Wanna grab a late dinner?”

“Can we get ice cream?”

Hoseok huffs out a laugh and tells the driver to take them to the best ice cream spot that he knows.

[sweetestofchaos]

🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚🅣🅞🅑🅔🅡 ➊🅢🅣 ● 🅦🅔🅛🅒🅞🅜🅔 ● ⑤⓪⑤

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖮𝖳𝟩 𝗑 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 ⁽ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵖˡᵃʸ ᵃ ʰᵘᵍᵉ ʳᵒˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ⁾ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝖭𝗈𝗇!𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝐀𝐔/𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝖦𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖴 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖯𝖦𝟣𝟧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝖭𝗈𝗇𝖾

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵃʳᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝖮𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄:: 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄- 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 - 𝖤𝗑-𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄

𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗍𝗒, 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺. 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺’𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀.

“𝘛𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧.” ― 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘢𝘺

𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄: 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖶𝗈𝗇𝗁𝗈 - 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 - 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑-𝖬𝖬𝖠 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂

𝖠𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺. 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄 ��𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺’𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖶𝗈𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄.

“𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ’𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥.” – 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘰

𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈: 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗈  - 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 - 𝖤𝗑-𝖭𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 

𝖶𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇����𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺’𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾…𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵." - 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘪

𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖱𝗁𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌: 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗒 - 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 - 𝖥𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌’ 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖭𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖠𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

“𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘺.” — 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩 𝘊𝘰��𝘳𝘢𝘥

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𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒.

Honestly this go round...the prompts responses are going to be more intimate (semi-nsfw/full nsfw) now that I know where I want to take The Jayde Heiress. You’re going to see a lot more of how Bangtan will be with Arissa down the line.

Feel free to send in any asks you might have about the group through Blacktober. It’s gonna be a lot of fun for myself ‘cause I’ve wanted to write about the guys openly loving Arissa so badly. Now I can write and not worry about the main stories plot ‘cause a lot of Blacktober 2021/2022 I won’t make canon in the physical story...even though it’s all canon 🤦🏽‍♀️

[sweetestofchaos]

My Blacktober post will be switching up from today on...I’m excited for the change.

[sweetestofchaos]

Parings: Arissa/Yoongi

Genre/Trope: Gang AU, Fluff

Rating: 18+

Summary: Sometimes you just gotta shoot ya shot

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Kissing, Exhibitionism, Oral (m receiving), Breath Play, Cum Swallowing, Pet Names

Sᴇʀɪᴇs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

It was a company wide event, all the heads of departments were supposed to participate in the games. Yoongi and Jungkook filled in for Hoseok and Namjoon, since they had to oversee the whole event along with a handful of small-time celebrities to hype up the fun. The events were sports related with a few dance, strategy and food related  games for those who were not athletically inclined. As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Arissa had to participate in at least two events.

Not wanting to steal the spotlight as Hoseok’s wife, Arissa chose to join the bake off and the double dutch competition. Her outfit was simple, a pastel rose colored shirt, light wash jeans that flared at the bottom and her new white Jimmy Choo heels that Jimin gifted her. They had large white bows on them and were pointed, they were adorable. 

Hoseok in similar fashion wore a red button down that had lighter red pinstripes throughout with gray slacks and black plain toe oxford’s. He chose not to wear a tie and left the first two buttons undone to show off the silver chain around his neck. Arissa walked around the rented out community center with Hoseok on her arm. They both smiled and greeted different people, enjoying the stress free environment around them. 

Hoseok looks down at the watch on his wrist while Arissa looks at one of the vendor stalls serving corn dogs. Arissa orders two corn dogs and walks back over to Hoseok’s side, waiting for her order. 

“So, what are Jungkook and Yoongi doing today? Neither one would tell me.” Arissa stares up at Hoseok and he shakes his head. “Is it a huge secret?”

Hoseok laughs and walks up to the vendor, seeing that their order is complete. He holds out a corn dog to Arissa and kisses her forehead before he nuzzles his nose against her temple, “I think they just want to surprise you, Peach.”

“Jungkook isn’t doing the dance off is he?” Arissa frowns and Hoseok laughs. 

“No…but it’s along those lines.”

Arissa groans and keeps walking beside Hoseok as they eat.

“Come on, Yoongi should be getting ready for his event.”

Hoseok leads Arissa over to where a large crowd has formed and she can hear people placing bets on two different teams. People move out of the way when they notice the two of them together and Arissa fights the urge to roll her eyes. She spots Namjoon sitting alone on the side and when Arissa looks around she notices Namjoon is sitting courtside on a basketball court. 

“He plays basketball?” Arissa stares at the side of Hoseok’s face in shock. Yoongi does not look like someone who knows anything about basketball. “I-Is he any good?” Arissa worries about Yoongi embarrassing himself in front of all these people. How would he be able to show his face around the office if he sucks?

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” 

Hoseok leads Arissa over to Namjoon, and she sits in the middle seat with Hoseok on her other side. Before Arissa can question Namjoon about Yoongi, one of the announcers starts speaking, thanking everyone for coming out and showing support for Kim-Jung Enterprise. The announcer starts rattling off the names of the first team and they all run out waving, wearing blue shorts and white t-shirts with their names on the back.

Arissa doesn’t hear Yoongi’s name for the first team and she watches the entrance where they came out to see if she spots Yoongi. The announcer starts to call out the names of the second team and Yoongi is last. He is dressed like the rest of his team, red ball shorts, a white t-shirt with a pair of red and white air forces on his feet. Arissa notices that his black hair is being held out of his face by a red sweatband and he looks good. Real good.

“Wanna wipe the drool, Peach?” Hoseok teases and Arissa sucks her teeth as heat warms her cheeks. Hoseok laughs and grabs hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Smile for the camera.” Arissa notices a camera being pointed right at them and she slaps a smile onto her face. She forces herself to remember that people are watching, waiting for the famous Jade-Jung power couple to fail.

Arissa watches as Yoongi talks to his teammates and she notices that he’s still wearing his watch. “He’s wearing his watch. He could get hurt.” Arissa mutters and Namjoon agrees.

“Yoongi hyung!” Namjoon calls out and when Yoongi looks over, he waves him over. Yoongi is quick to excuse himself from his team and he jogs over to the trio. 

“What’s up?” Yoongi asks and Arissa holds out her hand making Yoongi stare at her confused.

“Your watch, dude.” Namjoon nods his head to Yoongi’s wrist and Yoongi takes his watch off, handing it over to Arissa.

“Thanks.”Yoongi winks at Arissa and licks his lips. “Wanna make a bet?”

“For?”

“If I get the chance at a free throw, I’ll make it for you.”

Arissa laughs and pats Yoongi’s chest, “Okay, bet.”

“Bet.” Yoongi jogs back to his team just in time before the game starts. Arissa watches Yoongi’s movements like a hawk. She isn’t the biggest basketball enthusiast, but if Yoongi is good, he could play with her brothers the next time they come to South Korea for a visit. The way Yoongi runs up and down the court, the way he controls the ball, Arissa is impressed. Yoongi’s hands are huge, his grip is sure and Arissa can’t help but remember the way his hands feel when he grabs her waist or holds her hands down. So far, Yoongi’s team is in the lead by four points but the other team is catching up quickly. Arissa claps her hands when Yoongi blocks a shot and Hoseok chuckles, clapping his hands as well.

The other team calls a timeout and the two teams split up. Arissa fiddles with Hoseok’s wedding band as he chats with Namjoon. She glances away from her lap, over to where Yoongi’s team is huddled and sure enough Yoongi is staring right at her. He raises an eyebrow and Arissa smiles to which Yoongi sends her a wink. The ref calls for the game to start back up and everyone gets into position before the ref blows his whistle. Everyone runs up and down the court, some baskets are made while others are blocked or missed all together.

One of the men on the blue team elbows Yoongi in the chest as he goes to block a shot and Yoongi falls to the ground with a grunt. Arissa frowns and Hoseok is quick to squeeze her hand, “He’s fine.” Hoseok assures and Arissa nods her head. She knows that it takes a lot more to really hurt Yoongi, but that doesn’t make her worry any less.

The ref calls a foul and Yoongi is granted a free throw. The players all line up and Yoongi stands in the center at the top with the ball in his hands. He dribbles twice and points over to where Arissa, Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting. “For you!” Yoongi calls before he throws the ball and it goes into the net easily. Everyone claps and cheers as the game gets back on track. It’s a no-brainer that Yoongi’s team wins by a four point lead. Everyone floods the court, congratulating the winning team and Yoongi manages to slip through the large mass of bodies.

He makes his way over to his friends and Namjoon pats him on the back while Hoseok ruffles his hair. Arissa offers Yoongi the watch and Yoongi holds out his wrist. Arissa smiles softly and slips the watch onto Yoongi’s wrist before he gives his hand a light squeeze.

“What do I get for making the shot?”

“You were expecting something?” Arissa questions and Yoongi licks his lips as his cat eyes stare at her. “What did you have in mind?” 

“I can think of a few things.”

“Okay, okay…get a room,” Namjoon jokes and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Don’t let anyone see the two of you, alright?” Hoseok warns and hands Arissa a bag that Namjoon had beside his feet. “Change of clothes.” Hoseok levels Yoongi with a single look and Yoongi grabs Arissa’s hand before they disappear into the crowd. 

Yoongi leads Arissa into a private changing room that has a large shower inside. The moment the door closes, Ariassa is pressed against the door and Yoongi’s mouth is on hers. Yoongi’s tongue licks at the seam of Arissa’s lips and she parts her mouth, allowing Yoongi permission to send shivers down her spine. The kiss is messy, full of tongue and spit. Yoongi pulls away and licks at the spit that slipped from Arissa’s mouth, “I want your throat, sweets.”

“Not gonna shower first?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes and Arissa sighs. She drops the bag onto the floor and lowers herself to her knees. Arissa makes sure that she’s on top of the bag before she reaches up and tugs Yoongi’s ball shorts and boxers down. His dick springs up and slaps against his stomach, veiny and thick, leaking precum.  Yoongi’s hand goes right to Arissa’s curls and she slaps his hands away.

“You fuck up my hair and I’ll bite it off,” Arissa warns and Yoongi huffs a laugh.

“Have I ever fucked your hair, sweets?”

Ariassa opens her mouth to respond, but her words are cut off as Yoongi shoves his dick into her mouth. He groans as his length is completely engulfed in a warm wetness and Arissa gages. Yoongi grips Arissa’s jaw and back of her neck as he starts to fuck her mouth and throat. He bites his lower lip and grunts as Arissa places her hands on his thighs and digs her nails into the skin.

“Rissa! S-Shit…” Yoongi cures and Arissa’s eyes water as she struggles to breath through her nose. Yoongi is rough, so rough as his dick threatens to bruise Arissa’s esophagus and she loves it. Arissa swallows around Yoongi’s dick and his knees buckle. Yoongi slams his hand against the door to catch himself and he glares down at Arissa who is staring up at him with wide watery eyes. “Keep it up and I’ll ruin that pretty shirt of yours, sweets.”

Arissa slides her hands up the length of Yoongi’s thighs and cups his balls, she gives them a squeeze before she starts to fondle them. Yoongi groans and his head drops back as he loses himself in the pleasure. He loves the way Arissa chokes on him and the softness of her lips is beyond relaxing. The white shirt Yoongi wears is drenched in sweat, sticking to his body and he releases his hold on Arissa to run his hand down the length of his torso. His finger splay out against his stomach and as he feels his muscles clench an idea comes to him.

With no warning, Yoongi reaches out and covers Arissa's nose, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Arissa’s throat tightens around his dick and she makes a high pitched whining sound that is breathy and broken. 

“Fuck, c-close sweets! Just let me have this!” Yoongi picks up his pace as he fucks Arissa’s throat and he watches with parted lips as more tears fall past Arissa’s eyes. Yoongi can feel Arissa’s pulse around his dick and he lets himself go, pressing as far as he can into Arissa’s throat. His pelvis is pressed flush against her lips, his pubic hair tickles her nose and the pleasure washes over his body like a cold wave that pulls him under, deeper and deeper.

Yoongi’s cum is hot as it shoots down Arissa’s throat and she struggles, trying not to choke even more. She feels light headed and she pinches Yoongi’s thigh in warning. Yoongi pulls out and fists his dick, stroking it lazily as he draws out his pleasure. Arissa gulps lungful after lungful of air, her mouth wide open as she catches the cum that is still spurting from Yoongi’s dick. Finally finished, Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, to push it off his forehead and he steps out of his ball shorts and boxers. He squats down in front of Arissa and wipes her tears before he leans in and kisses her forehead.

Yoongi wipes at the cum that didn’t make it into Arissa’s mouth and pushes it into her awaiting mouth that has some of his cum already sitting on her tongue. He taps at Arissa’s lips with his finger and Arissa closes her mouth, “Good girl, sweets. You can swallow now.”

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What is was supposed to be...

What it turned in to...

The Namkook feels are hitting hard right now 🤦🏽‍♀️