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In Vino Veritas │Nebbiolo

pairing: choi seunghyun x fem!reader

warnings: flirting, slight tension, mentions of alcohol (story is about wine afterall), the slowest of slow burns so far

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: seunghyun meets you in town after you offered to take him on a tour of the consortium where you work. plans change and you have to take a last minute trip out to a vineyard, and you invited seunghyun to join you. after spending the afternoon sampling wine and getting to know each other a little more, you drive him back to his rental villa.

note: once again, this is a work of fiction people/places are made up for story purposes only. thx for reading :)

Masterlist (this is Part 2 of the In Vino Veritas series)

Seunghyun was known for being habitually late to almost everything. It wasn’t because he didn’t care, it was mostly because he moved leisurely - he liked to take his time with everything he did; tying his shoes, languid brush strokes on a painting, slow sips of champagne, making decisions.

Because of those reasons, Seunghyun’s manager, Taejoon, was surprised that he was ready to go fifteen minutes before their agreed upon departure time. Hurrying himself up to meet his employer’s speed, the two were out the door within five minutes, taking the winding drive down from their rented villa onto the main road leading into Alba.

Seunghyun and his team had only been in Italy a matter of days thus far and hadn’t ventured into the new town, so he asked his manager to take the top down on their rented Ferrari, letting the warm spring breeze envelop them as they wound up the curvy, narrow roads into the hilltop township.

As with most Italian piazzas, vehicles were not allowed in the pedestrian areas, so Taejoon parked on a side street, turned the engine off and climbed out of the luxury convertible at the same time Seunghyun opened his door. Shifting his shirt sleeve to expose his watch, Seunghyun checked to make sure he would still be on time to meet you at ten.

“I’m not sure how long I’ll be occupied today,” he spoke in Korean to Taejoon. “I don’t want to make you wait around for me so I’ll just give you a call when I have a better idea of when I’ll be finished with Y/N.”

Taejoon nodded, briefly discussed his plans for the day and agreed to keep an eye out for his call. Shortly thereafter, Seunghyun turned towards the main piazza, quietly taking in the architecture and passersby. Rounding a corner that led from the alleyway he came from, his eyebrows lifted at the expansive open square littered with small cafes, vendors selling trinkets, and people meandering aimlessly.

Spotting the fountain you had mentioned as the meeting location the day before, he made his way over in an unhurried manner. He paused in front of the marble fountain, examining the simple sculpture, watching the water cascade down into different basins rhythmically.

“Buongriono!,” a bright voice exclaimed, pulling Seunghyun from his reverie. Turning his body in the voice’s direction, a small grin spread over his features as he replied to you. “Good Morning.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,” you said, coming to stand before him, resting your hand on his upper arm as you leaned in to press your cheek against his before switching sides with your other cheek in greeting. He knew the custom of kissing and touching was common in European countries, but he couldn’t help but tense a little at the contact, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks.

“No, I just got here…” he replied.

“Good! Are you ready? There’s a caffe just on the other side of the piazza where we can stop for an espresso before heading into the Consorzio.” You smiled, shifting your straw handbag from one hand to the other.

Seunghyun nodded his head, and extended his hand to allow you to lead the way. “Please.”

Falling into step with him as your white, lightweight sneakers guided you over the cobblestone streets, you pointed out a few things along the way. Pausing at a particular alley, you leaned in and pointed down the street. “My apartment is just down there, about four buildings down. See the balcony with the greenery? That’s mine,” you pointed out proudly.

“Wow, that’s so close to the piazza,” he noted, shifting his eyes from your building to you. “Si, I am very lucky. Close enough to walk everywhere and still just far enough off the main square that it isn’t too loud.”

A few minutes later, you approached a small caffe with no more than four tables and chairs strewn out front, but welcoming with the front door propped open to let in the fresh air. Walking in first, you spoke up in a sing-songy voice as you entered, Seunghyun right on your heel. “Buongiorno Paolo!”

The elderly proprietor turned around from behind the counter and smiled warmly, “Ciao ciao Y/N!” He walked around the side of the counter and greeted you with the traditional double cheek kiss, the two of you conversing in rapid, familiar Italian.

“Paolo, this is Seunghyun - he’s visiting from Korea and toured our vineyard yesterday.” You motioned towards the tall man beside you, and Paolo returned to his place behind the counter. “Bene! Welcome!”

“Thank you,” Seunghyun said quietly, observing the friendly informality between the two Italians.

Brushing some of your long hair behind your ear and shoulder, you pointed to two pastries in the case in front and ordered two cappuccinos to go. Paolo busied himself with your order and presented it to you on the countertop while plugging in a total to the vintage cash register. Reaching for your wallet, Seunghyun lifted his hand to stop you and handed the owner enough euros to cover their tab. “Grazie,” he said softly, nodding his head in a brief bow as he reached for the two beverages, handing one to you.

You reached up for the two pastries and began walking out the door once you waved your goodbye to your friend inside, and handed Seunghyun one of them once you stood outside. “Have you tried a cornetto yet?,” you inquired.

“No… it looks like a croissant almost?” He said, investigating the flaky pastry before he took a small bite from one end.

“Si, but cornettos are so much better than croissants,” you teased, playfully insinuating his statement was insulting. “They’re softer, cakier… and filled with Nutella.”

Seunghyun obviously had just gotten to the hazelnut chocolate center the same time you mentioned the spread, and his eyes lit up as he finished chewing. Nodding appreciatively, he flicked the tip of his tongue against his lower lip to catch any lingering crumbs. “You are absolutely correct, these are much better than a croissant.”

Laughing triumphantly, you took a sip of your cappuccino and continued leading him down the windy, narrow side streets to your office.

A short while later, pastries finished and cappuccinos consumed, you approached an old stone building, likely a few centuries old, with a modern sign out front - Consorzio di tutela Alba Langhe.

You stepped towards the large door, but before you could reach for the handle, Seunghyun moved forward and held it open for you. “Grazie,” you said quietly, smiling up at him as you walked in first and let him follow you inside.

“So,” you began, slowly guiding him through the hallways lined with old photographs of the town, the region, and infographics about wine. “This particular consorzio was founded in 1934 primarily to uphold the quality of wine being produced from this area, and to educate new vintner’s on the particular standards the government requires for authenticity. Our location here has also become a school of sorts, and we promote further knowledge of the wine and the fair, unadulterated competition between vineyards.”

Seunghyun listened carefully, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied the photos on the wall and anything else you pointed out of note. His focus on you and the information before him rivaled how he studied paintings in art galleries, quiet, invested, and attentive.

You walked him through most of the public spaces of the building, and explained much of the purpose behind the foundation and regulations. Laughing softly, you paused and looked up to him, “I am sorry if this is too much information.”

Seunghyun stopped to look down at you, a kind smile over his lips as he shook his head. “No, I am passionate about wine and find it all fascinating. I appreciate you taking the time to explain the process to me.”

“Of course, it’s just surprising to have a potential client be as interested in the details like this.”

Dropping his hands from behind his back, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he tried to find the words to explain himself. “I… like to take my time with things, especially if I plan to put my name to them. I have been very selective so far with who we have partnered with, and my intent is to be as educated as I can about the wine I choose and the way it’s produced.”

You nodded your head in understanding, “I can appreciate that - especially since there are so many thousands of vineyards you could work with.”

There was a pause before someone came down the hall, catching your attention. “Y/N!” You turned your head to your coworker and greeted him briefly before he began speaking to you quickly, Seunghyun watching the exchange and trying to pick out familiar words he might be able to translate.

He could tell by the expression in your face that you weren’t very pleased with the conversation. Not angry, more annoyed. He waited patiently, and shifted to look around the room idly.

“Si, si, ciao,” you replied dismissively to your coworker as he turned back down the hallway and disappeared. With a heavy sigh, you turned to Seunghyun once again. “I am so sorry… something came up and I need to make a trip out to one of the vineyards. There are some documents that need to be signed today to keep their registration active and there was a mix up in paperwork or something…” you trailed off.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I understand,” Seunghyun nodded with a small smile, though the subtle look in his eye gave away his disappointment.

After a beat or two, you spoke hesitantly, “would… would you like to come with me? It’s about 20 kilometers south of here and they have a public tasting area. They specialize in Nebbiolo, which you mentioned yesterday you were interested in exploring?”

He studied your face for a moment, trying to ascertain if it was a sympathy invite or genuine. “I don’t want to intrude on your work…”

“No, not at all!,” you insisted, probably too eagerly. “I just need to grab some documents from my colleague and then we can go. If you want to,” you paused, not trying to push.

“If it’s really not a problem, then sure. I’d love to.”

A little over an hour later, you pulled your dusty blue, vintage Fiat 500 off the main road and down a well taken care of gravel road, leading up to another beautiful villa with grapevines as far as the eye could see. The scenery was idyllic, and exactly people would imagine the Italian countryside to be.

Finding a place to park near the vineyard’s tasting room and main office, you turned the engine off and reached into the backseat to grab your bag, hat and the documents before getting out of the car. With Seunghyun standing by your side, you walked into the open front door and greeted one of the employees with a pleasant smile, asking to see the owner when he had a moment.

Turning back to Seunghyun, you noticed he had already wandered off to an elegantly styled wall display of their bottles of wine to examine what they produced. In the quiet of the moment, you finally noticed his stature - tall, lean, broad shoulders. He certainly carried himself well, and took pride in his appearance, from the perfectly tailored navy slacks, classic checkered white and navy button up shirt, rich brown belt and matching leather shoes. He was handsome.

Shortly thereafter, you heard your name, breaking your train of thought. Turning towards the proprietor, you greeted him informally with a smile and the double cheeked kiss, chatting with him for a few minutes in your native tongue, and attempted to get the business portion of the visit out of the way first.

Seunghyun turned over his shoulder once he heard the lilt of your voice again, and studied your interactions with the man curiously. He hadn’t met anyone with the same sort of natural exuberance you embodied in a long time, and if he was being honest with himself it was refreshing - and enticing.

You presented the required documents to the owner, using the bartop as a makeshift desk in order to go over the forms with him briefly before asking for his signatures. A few minutes later, after all of the signing was complete, you gathered the paperwork back up and tucked them into your bag.

“Seunghyun, I’d like to introduce you to Alfonso.” You said, gathering his attention and gesturing for him to join the two of you. “Alfonso is the owner of the vineyard, and I told him that you were looking to tour some of the nearby wineries as a potential client.”

Alfonso leaned forward to shake Seunghyun’s hand. “Piacere, pleased to meet you. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to schedule a meeting and tour for you with our manager?”

Looking between you and Alfonso, he nodded his head briefly. “I’d like that very much, thank you. Do you have a business card? I’d like to make sure my partner can join us when we can schedule something.”

“Si, one minute.” The owner turned around and disappeared into the back office for a moment, leaving the two of you alone once again.

“I hope you don’t mind?” You asked, looking up to the taller man. “I have worked with this vineyard for a long time and their quality is excellent. I wouldn’t have suggested you meeting with them if I didn’t support them.”

“Not at all, thank you for making the introduction,” Seunghyun smiled down at you just as Alfonso returned.

“Please just call this number whenever you and your partner have some time,” he said, handing Seunghyun the card. “In the meantime, please allow us to give you a bottle to sample and enjoy our patio.”

“Ahh, grazie Alfonso!” You exclaimed, nodding in approval before waiting for Seunghyun’s response.

“Y/n mentioned you are interested in Nebbiolo? Let me bring you one of our best. Please go have a seat and I’ll bring it out to you!” Alfonso insisted, gesturing out the front doors and to the aforementioned patio.

“Thank you,” Seunghyun replied with a smile and short nod of his head, and waited for you to lead the way out front.

Taking a seat at one of the round tables on the side of the patio, far enough away from other visitors also enjoying a glass of wine outside, you sighed as you set your handbag down in one of the spare chairs, and adjusted the hat resting loosely on top of your hair, smiling at Seunghyun once he sat beside you. He was silent though, his rich brown eyes having settled on the sprawling, uninterrupted view of the valley below.

“It is so beautiful out here,” he said quietly, taking in the scenery. Folding your hands in your lap, you couldn’t help appreciating how relaxed he seemed. You’d only met him the day before, but there was something about him that led you to believe he carried a heavy burden on his shoulders. The way he presented himself alone told you he was calculated, reserved, observant.

A few minutes later, Alfonso returned with two crystal Burgundy glasses, a bottle of red, and a plate of bread, salami and cheese. “For you, my friends…” he said cheerfully, pulling a wine key from his pocket to open the wine.

Seunghyun turned towards the owner as he poured a splash of the wine into one of the glasses and handed it to him. “Please, taste. We can find something else more suitable to your liking if this isn’t what you are looking for.”

“Thank you, Alfonso,” you said softly, watching the exchange of the two men before looking over to Seunghyun as he swirled the contents once, before inserting his nose into the bowl of the glass. His eyes fell closed as he took in the aroma, and sat with it for a second before he opened his eyes again and took a small sip.

After a moment, he nodded his head subtly. “Lovely,” he said in his deep timber, setting his glass back down on the table. “Bene, bene,” Alfonso exclaimed, pouring him a full glass before he shifted to you and filled your glass next. Setting the bottle on the table, he placed the cork beside it and took a step back. “Please enjoy and let us know if you need anything. Grazie.”

You grinned at the owner as he then turned to disappear back inside the villa, leaving the two of you alone once more.

Reaching towards the stem of your glass, you brought it to your lips and took a sip, savoring the taste of the bold red before you placed it back on the table. “Have you been Italy before this trip?”

Seunghyun glanced over to you, swallowing the wine lingering on his palette. “Yes, several times.” Lifting one of his legs to cross over the other, he leaned back against the chair. “I am also an art collector, so I have visited Rome and Florence many times.”

“Oh,” you said, somewhat surprised though intrigued. “Italy must be one of your favorite countries then,” you laughed softly. “Art, wine, beautiful scenery…” you began, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table as you studied him. “I didn’t take you for a romantic, but maybe I am wrong.”

With that last statement, Seunghyun’s eyes flitted to the glass of wine before him again, lips curling in an embarrassed smile. “In theory perhaps,” he nodded, leaving his response somewhat open-ended.

“What other plans do you have while you are visiting?” You inquired, taking another sip of wine.

“The scouting is our primary focus,” he said, lifting his glass to hint towards the wine, “but I’ve been invited to looking at a new men's collection at one of the fashion houses in Milan, and a friend of mine has curated a new exhibit at one of the museums in Florence that is opening in a few weeks that I plan to attend.”

“Ahh, fantastic,” you smiled, watching him continue.

“If time allows, I would love to take a few days to go down south, I haven’t gone to the Amalfi Coast area yet and I have a secret obsession with limoncello that I want to explore,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Limoncello is delicious! Why is it a secret?” you ask brightly, surprised by his statement. Focusing your attention on him, you studied his features for a little longer than necessary. … had his jaw always been that sharp? His eyes always that kind?

“It’s so sweet, it’s more like a dessert than a drink,” he replied, his eyes lighting up mischievously.

“And extremely high in alcohol content,” you laughed, emphasizing your point. “There is nothing embarrassing about that, for sure!” Your hand reached out to rest on his forearm gently, innocently in your mind, though Seunghyun’s breath caught once again.

The two of you continued to chat there, savoring your respective glasses of the Nebbiolo for another hour or so. The smile that had become an almost permanent fixture on Seunghyun’s face by this point was an indicator that he was beginning to relax, not only in the new environment but with you. Your energy and joyful nature was a welcome change, and something he hadn’t recognized previously that he was truly missing.

As you finished the remnants in your glass, you sighed happily, looking over the horizon. “We should probably head back soon, driving on these windy roads can be tricky at night.”

“Of course,” he nodded, reaching forward to recork what was left of the bottle so they could take it with them. “How long do you think until we’re back in Alba? I’ll text my manager and let him know when to come get me.” He asked, glancing at his watch before standing.

As you started to scoot your chair back, he came behind you to the back of yours and helped you stand before tucking it back under the table.

“Where did you say you were staying again?” You asked, glancing up to him.

“Oh, don’t ask me to pronounce the village,” he said with a chuckle, reaching for his phone. “I don’t want to mispronounce it horribly. Let me show you on the map.” Shifting to stand right beside you, he pulled it up on his screen and handed it to you.

With his proximity so close, you instinctively stiffened slightly at the light pressure of his arm against yours. The scent of his smooth, musky cologne becoming evident for the first time as well.

“Oh, that’s actually on the way back to Alba, I can just take you there.” You replied, glancing up at him.

Seunghyun hesitated, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. “Are you sure it’s not a major inconvenience?”

“Not at all,” you insisted. Clearing your throat, you turned to grab your handbag and the documents inside before Seunghyun grabbed the bottle of wine and followed you back to your car.

Once you were both seated in the car, and headed back down the long driveway to the main road, you felt it. You were positive that the slight attraction you felt was purely one sided, and therefore you shoved it down, intending to keep the rest of your time with him strictly professional. Not that you had crossed any boundaries. Nor would you.

The drive was relatively quiet, save for the humming of the engine and the soft radio, and for some strange reason Seunghyun felt tension for the first time since he’d met you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it though, and figured it was just him overthinking as usual.

Coming around a familiar curve in the road, Seunghyun pointed over off into the nearby distance. “I think our villa is actually just on the other side of that hill,” he said softly.

You glanced down to the address on your phone and nodded in response. “Just about five minutes down the road.”

Finally pulling up to yet another typically long driveway, you slowed the car down as your eyes widened, blinking at the villa you approached. “Wow…” you mumbled softly, Seunghyun’s eyes shifting to you with a smirk. It wasn’t cocky, just amused with your reaction.

Pulling up to the front, you shifted the car in park and looked over to him. “How many of you are staying here?”

“There’s only four of us right now… my parents are planning to come out for a week at some point, but not sure when that will be yet.”

Shifting to look back at the massive home before you, “It’s beautiful, must provide a lot of space for everyone.”

He looked at you curiously, unbuckled his seatbelt and motioned towards the house. “Would you like to come in and take a tour? Looking from the empty driveway everyone else is gone right now…”

“Oh, no no… that’s ok,” you replied rather quickly. “I should get back to the Consorzio to make sure the forms get filed before the end of the day.”

Seunghyun nodded slowly, “well maybe another time then.”

With a small smile, you nodded in reply. “Another time.”

He sat there in the seat, unmoving for a moment, unsure of what was keeping him lingering there. “Uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “would it be ok if I asked for your phone number? I-in case I have other questions about the vineyard… or town.”

You watched him hesitantly, sensing some nervousness coming from him as he spoke. “Yes of course…” you replied, reaching out for his phone. After he handed it to you, you typed your contact information in and sent yourself a quick text from his phone so you could save his information in yours.

“Please call me for anything. I can offer some suggestions of other vineyards too sometime if you’d like,” you paused, and Seunghyun nodded, taking his phone back.

“I will, thank you.” He waited a moment, awkwardly, and eventually reached for the handle of the door and pushed it open. With the bottle of wine still in his hand from the winery earlier, he handed it to you. “Please have the rest of this.”

Watching him stand, you took the bottle from his hand, “are you sure?” You ducked your head down to look at him through the open passenger door which he now leaned down to.

With a warm smile, and a playful glint in his eye, he nodded his head. “Yes. I still have some bottles I got yesterday from another vineyard,” he paused, “the wine is better and the staff was prettier.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, laughing softly as his statement. “I’ll be sure to let my father know you thought he was pretty.”

Dropping his head with a bright smile, he chuckled, and looked up to meet your eyes again. “Please do. Thank you again for today, Y/n. See you soon.”

You smirked, nodding your head. “See you soon, Seunghyun.”

With that, he reluctantly shut the passenger door and took a step back as you backed up, and drove down the driveway. Lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair, he exhaled loudly and stood there frozen for a few minutes, starting to recognize that his trip to Italy might not just be all business after all.

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Masterlist (this is Part 2 of the In Vino Veritas series)

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 year ago

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okaaaaaaay i think im now madly obsessed w yan player amor so what if barista reader noticed and slowly became uncomfortable w his uncannily nice advances and overly big tips and all that knowing he has quite the reputation? but i think that the gods also shot an arrow into my heart as i read abt yan player >< <33

Yandere! Male! Player x gn! Barista! Reader part 2

An order of Amor coming right up!

"He's here again."

One of your coworkers nudged your side, smirking at your deadpan face. "Aw, what's the face for? Aren't you happy that you got such an icon pursuing you?"

You want to gag.

Amor has been going here, everyday. Drinking the same coffee, eating the same cake. It's been like that to the point that you'll prepare the order beforehand.

He always come to the cafe at 7:30 in the morning, walk up to you and with that dumb smile on his handsome face, he would say "Hello darling. One order of caramel machiatto and a slice of red velvet please." And you would hand the order immediately just to minimize interaction.

But he would stay at the counter just to smile creepily at you.

It doesn't help that your coworker would gush about how lucky you are, how amazing it is to have THE Amor fawning over you.

But guess what, you didn't care. You wanted out.

And you made sure Amor knew about it.

You ignored him, always adamantly returning his ever so generous tips, and shooting him down whenever you had the chances.

On the other hand, Amor is getting quite... Pissed.

Why aren't you falling for him?

He made sure to wish for every person to fall for him in his next life, which is this current life. So why aren't you fawning over him? Even the god of love doesn't have an answer at all.

It was infuriating.

You were so close. So painfully near to his grasp but so far. You were like an unreachable dream to someone so selfish as him. Like a punishment for being so over himself.

But, he's the Amor. He gets what he wants.

So, begging to his family, throwing a quite embarrassing tantrum, he managed to...

"MOM! DAD!" You yelled at your parents as they stopped arguing. The dark circles below their eyes were a signal that something's wrong. Terribly wrong.

They looked at each other before your mother gave a pointed look at your dad.

"Do not tell them." Your mother seethed, but your dad groaned.

"They deserve to know!"

"But they don't live here anymore! They don't have anything to do with our debts!"

Debts? Your parents had debts?

You looked at them incredulously, not believing at what they're talking about right now. Your parents were pious, they never, ever had debts and always were good people. So what's with debts? And why haven't they paid it yet?

"Dad, mom, debts? You guys made sure to pay them always if you did get debts or favors or whatever." You raised your hands in disbelief. You had a bad feeling about this.

"It's just that, we somehow got debted to the Kim's." Your dad said, worried.

"Kim's?" You asked. "There's too many Kim's! Which?!"

Your gut feeling made you remember a certain playboy.

"You know, that Kpop idol Taejoon Kim. With his wife the miss Universe Alyssa Kim? Their son... Amor Kim."

Your eyes widened, a feeling of dread creeping up your back and making you shiver from the sudden chill. No way, right?

"How did you even get debted to them?" Your voice carried a humorless laugh that seeped out a bit of fear. Your parents looked at each other before your mom sighed.

"I work in that fancy hotel, right?" Your mother grimaced. "I apparently broke their pipeline? I swear I was only in the pipe system to investigate the rat problem but I bumped into a faulty pipe and now the whole hotel is flooded... That hotel was owned by Mrs. Kim..."

Your father fidgeted on the spot also, looking away.

"The company I work at, had this pipe system too, and as their main cleaning manager I manage the waterline. I thought I could fix the problem by myself... Ended up flooding the building also... Owned by Mr. Kim."

You shivered from the weird coincidence. Both pipelines? Really? How did that even happen?

"So? Both of you are going to pay for it?" You asked with a slight grit on your voice and they nodded.

They looked so defeated, it broke your heart into tiny smithereens. The anger flared up for Amor once more.

"Those rich people..." You seethed.

"It was our fault dear." Your mother cooed, hugging your frame. "I... I wasn't careful enough."

"Me too. I should have called for an expert." Your father frowned sadly.

You never felt so helpless in your entire life. If only there was a way to help them.

"How can I help..?"

This time, your parents froze and they coughed loudly, looking away.

Another bout of the twisted gut, you looked at them with worry in your eyes. "What is it?"

"I-it's nothing, dear." Your mother whispered, avoiding eye contact. "We will find a solution ourself."

"No! If I can help then I will!" You stepped up to them. Your body moving in order to meet their evasive eyes. "Please! Look at me! What is it?"

"Ah..." Your father looked at your mother before whispering something to your ear.

"No."

Goosebumps riddled your body as you froze from the sudden shock going through your form. "Marriage?! What is this?! The 17th century?!"

Your parents looked at each other before shrugging. "It's really weird, dear. There's so many other chaebols out there who's more rich than us. But why you? We're not rich at all."

The whole situation was so fishy.

And a flash of that lovesick look Amor slips through sometimes came up on your mind.

You're too smart for your own good.

You knew it was due to him.

You had enough.

You can't just let your parents suffer like this.

So, with a heavy heart and a defeated look, you held their hands and hugged them both. "Thank you for taking care of me for my whole life, mom and dad."

A loving whisper, and a touch affectionate, your parents knew of your plan. And they paled.

"No! Dear, this is not your burden to carry!" Your father shakily let out. "You... You have so much to live for!"

"Look at the bright side, dad! I will be... Uh, rich! We will be!" You reasoned, trying, scouring for the bright side to this situation. "It's okay dad. Rather than being homeless trying to find money to pay for such a huge debt. I would take this road for the both of you."

Your mother started to weep, and you inwardly died.

You can't believe Amor would stoop this low.

You don't even know him that well.

And as you, in an elaborate and extravagant wedding garment, reach your hand towards the extended ones of Amor, with that triumphant and obsessive look that you abhor, you cursed him inwardly.

You never stood a chance.

The gods are on his side after all.

You are now his, fully.

Now it's up to you if you want to make his life miserable, or melt into his arms.

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fruititae · 2 years ago

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just. wow.

Prepare for Trouble, Make it Double! || Taejoon || Request

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Namjoon

Genre: pure smut lol, lil tiny bit of fluff

Warnings: Dom!Namjoon, BrattySub!Taehyung, BrattySub!Reader, mfm threesome, mxm, daddy kink/soft ddlg, praise, restraints, spanking, oral sex (f and m receiving), face-sitting, Namjoon barely has a gag reflex, cum swapping (idk if this also counts as split play?), mentions and usage of sex toys, anal toy usage with no prep (but with lube!) because Taehyung’s kinky ass likes it that way, anal fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (anal and vaginal)(wrap it up lads), double penetration, nipple play, overstimulation, crying during sex (in a good way!), squirting, creampies, one (1) sexual photo taken

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: requested by a lovely anon! thank you for your patience!

You and Taehyung had fucked up. Badly.

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cumsuga · 1 year ago

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twin!Taehyung x fem!reader

genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance

18+ (Minors DNI)

Your husband is dead, now you're trying to avoid the man that looks exactly like him. The only problem with that is trauma bonds people, sometimes in more ways than one

warnings: Death of a spouse, sleeping with your brother-in-law, grief

“Taehyung, I don’t need your help. I need you to leave, please. You can come over later, but I want to be alone now.” You take Azra out of his high chair and walk towards the den. “We can discuss why you were in my bed after I take Azra to daycare. You can come with me to pick up some of Taejoon’s things from the base. Come back in 2 hours, I’ll be ready then…”

Taehyung reluctantly agrees. He’s scared to leave you, in all honesty. Taejoon had mentioned to him about your past struggles with your mental health, but he didn't want to come off as he couldn’t trust you. You wanted you to know he understood what you were going through and was there for you and Azra.

You watch through the curtains as Taehyung pulls out of the driveway and drives off into the distance. You turn back to the living room and look around. You feel… empty. You knew that grief never grows smaller with time and that life grows around grief. It was such a cliche analogy, and it helped you when your grandmother died, but this was different. You and Taejoon talked about getting old and grey together. About watching Azra graduate high school and college, get married, and have children. Now, it was just you, no Taejoon, to help with the woes of parenting. You, at 25, are a widowed mom of one. You’re going to miss hearing the sound of him breathing when you lay your head on his chest. You’re going to miss the way he kissed you, held you, and made love to you. You would miss the way he would quote Napoleon Dynamite at the most random times. You were going to miss him. Plain and simple. You wish you had time to grieve but couldn’t because you had responsibilities. So you pushed yourself to keep going because of Azra.

About 2 hours later, you pull into your driveway, returning home from taking the baby to daycare. Taehyung is already there, waiting outside, smoking a cigarette. The feeling of annoyance was brewing inside you. You get out of the car and join him on the stoop. “Why are you waiting outside? You know where the house key is. It’s the middle of fall; it's cold.”

“I didn’t want to be reminded of him right away.” he takes a drag, handing you a coffee he picked up on the way back to the house, which you happily accept. “Your house smells like him still. It’s weird.”

You nod; he’s not wrong. It does smell like him, but you like that. You didn’t want to forget that smell. “Yeah, I know. It is kinda weird, isn’t it.” you chuckle softly. He smiles at you, and you meet his eyes finally. You feel something weird, something that makes you blush. He looks away quickly, taking another drag of his cigarette as he stands before flicking it. “Let’s go get my brother’s shit.”

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xavigav · 2 years ago

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nomnomsik · 5 years ago

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Tinge Me in Love

Synopsis: After two years of separation, Kim Namjoon takes a step back into your life. Rather than the bad boy punk who got into several physical fights with you during high school, he returns somewhat changed. And before you can sort out your feelings from this sudden disturbance in your life, you’re faced with yet another interruption: Photographer, Kim Taehyung, and his confession.

Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Artist!Reader, Photographer!Taehyung x Artist!Reader

Genre: Yandere!au, Idol!au, Love Triangle!au

Word Count: 7.4k

A/N: Part 1 of 2. I hope to explore more about Taehyung and OC’s past as well as Namjoon’s buried memories and the cause of OC’s nightmares. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know how you feel as it gives me the motivation to quickly write the second part!

Trigger warnings/Tags: Profanity, yandere-themes, possessiveness, physical violence, misogynistic remarks, insinuation of sex, descriptions of depression, unhealthy relationships.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Every day above the clouds, every day above the clouds.

My feel above the clouds, check it above the clouds.

Chemistry with the clouds, a day with the clouds.

First-class has never felt so relaxing in his life before. Maybe it was the warm temperature of the plane or the view from his spot by the window that displayed the sparkling city of Seoul underneath him, bathed in the violet-colored sky.

Or maybe it was because of the sparkling champagne that tingled in his mouth, putting him in such a good mood. But he knew these weren’t the reasons why. He couldn’t hide the excitement in his face, giddy to finally be returning back home.

He was floating. There’s no other way to describe what he’s feeling. When he lets out a relieved sigh, planting a foot down in Incheon airport, he feels like he’s dreaming. Has it only been three weeks? Four? His painstakingly long schedule itched him to where he was begging to come back home, tired of waking up at ungodly hours for photoshoots and interviews. But now, none of that matters.

He has one night of relaxation for sure back home.

It’s only when his manager comes up to him, tapping him on the shoulder that he’s flung back to reality instead of the thoughts inside his head, trying to hide the scowl on his face as he spots whispering fans behind him. His beige-colored trench coat flows behind him as he takes large strides to the parked van waiting for him at the front of the terminal, promised with privacy.

As his manager steps in the driver’s seat, Kim Namjoon is driven off. The gentleman awakens his phone, his lips pulled up in a tight smile.

One call couldn’t hurt, right?

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Ma’am? Ma’am?”

You stir, groaning as you struggle to grasp where you are. It’s dark with the only light coming from the headliner of the car, casting yellow rays around you. It’s warm where you are, hot air blowing over your skin as your heavy coat signifies otherwise.

The back of your collar feels somewhat wet, as you realize, sighing in irritation and cursing yourself for not properly blow drying your hair before you left. As you blink several times, rubbing your tired eyes, you’re able to make out the face of your cab driver, shaking you awake.

“We’ve arrived at the destination.”

“Ah, thank you.” You murmur, clumsily handing him the payment from your pocket as you open the door and step into the chilly and poorly-lit streets. You stumble at first, shivering in the dark as you hug your body despite the coat that you had worn that day. Once you recover, you take slow steps, only to stop and shake your head repeatedly. Seconds past before you finally and fully wake up from your drowsy space, looking up at your apartment complex.

With your head downward, you stare at the shadow underneath you from the illuminated street light above. You’re so concentrated that it isn’t until the smell of cigarette smoke reaches your nose that you look up, spotting a familiar figure off in the distance.

You stop dead in your tracks, feeling chills and grimacing as the man catches your figure from the corner of his eye.

“Miss me?” He calls out in the quiet night.

“Absolutely not.” You spit like venom, walking past him as he follows you, taking a drag of his cigarette as you both turn the corner. Namjoon closes in on your right side, extending his arm for an embrace as you shrug him off.

“It smells terrible.” You complain with intentional annoyance, signaling the cigarette as you carry on into your apartment, waiting outside in the chilling cold for the elevator to bring you up to your floor. When you look over, Namjoon digs the cigarette into his ashtray, pocketing it back into his coat and meeting you by the elevator doors.

“Hey.” You start, drawing Namjoon’s attention who only smiles, those stupid dimples on him poking through his cheeks.

“Hmm?”

“Didn’t I tell you that you have to let me know before you come to my place?” You huff, clicking your tongue when he gives you a deadly smirk.

“But I did.” Namjoon insists. “I called you, but you didn’t pick up. So instead, I opted for a text, which again, you didn’t respond back to.”

You roll your eyes as you pull out your phone, stepping into the elevator as you irritatedly punch the number to your floor. He did call you, as well as text you, but there was a more important problem.

“That doesn’t just mean you can come over. If I don’t respond, maybe- Don’t come to my home? And invade my space just because you’re bored all the time?” You question in frustration as your nails dig into the back of your phone case.

“Oh, c’mon. Lighten up. You haven’t seen me in so long. And I missed you.”

You scoff, brushing him off for all the time he did the same to your feelings. If Namjoon wanted something, then you obliged. There’s no use arguing with him. Not when you’re tired. And definitely not when your whole floor is sleeping. Why give them more reasons to hate you as you bicker with him in the hallway?

Your mouth and lips feel dry as you nervously take a glance at Namjoon who just hums to himself. Next comes the jittering of your fingers as you clasp them together, balancing the weight of your feet as you step out of the elevator.

“Have you taken your walks by the Han River lately?” You mumbled, trying to fill the empty air.

“How could I walk there when I haven’t been in Korea?” He asks confusingly, scratching the back of your head.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying, you know that?” You roll your eyes. “Y-you want to go with... ”

Namjoon smiles as your voice trails off, your eyes meeting his as you rashly turn your head in the other way. He can't help but smile at the way you still think about him no matter how much he seems to annoy you.

“I'll think about it.”

You chuckle at his response, eyes closing as you shake your head in agreement. The conversation dies out once again as you approach your apartment room, rummaging around for your keys.

When you slide in your key and unlock the door, you look over your shoulder as Namjoon waits for you, raising an eyebrow as you just stand there. You reluctantly push it open, sighing as you step into your abode, sliding off your heels and walking to your thermostat, bringing in warmth.

As you approach your closet, you slide off your padded jacket, fixing it on its coat hanger and placing it in with all the other coats. But as you close the door and turn around, you flinch. You barely stop yourself from colliding into Namjoon’s chest, halting your feet as you instinctively meet his eyes.

He’s close. So close that he casts a shadow on you from the lighting fixture above the two of you, expression puzzled.

“Why do you smell like that?” Namjoon’s face morphs in confusion as he tries to take a better whiff of the aroma floating in the air. You can feel your legs trembling as you look away, a dead giveaway from the guilt on your face, lips shut tight.

“...”

Namjoon hums, his eyes scanning your body and facial expressions, a finger coming down to tilt your chin up. You hate how he can easily read you like this, like he knows everything about you. You can’t help but gulp, only to feel a rush of anger, pushing him at his chest and brushing past him.

“...”

“Well?” He shouts as you walk away from him and into your kitchen.

“I’m bound to smell like acrylic sometimes. It comes with the job of an artist.” You shrug, feeling his presence behind you as you dig through your refrigerator for a drink. Maybe a beer would help unwind your nighttime stress.

“No, it’s more of like…” He chuckles. “You smell like nasty Saint Laurent cologne and cheap conditioner from those hotels near-" His fingers brush through your hair as you flinch, standing up straight and pushing him away from you. “Your hair is somewhat damp…” He whispers under his breath.

“Don’t touch me like that… And it was… raining earlier. Why does it matter?" You mutter, standing awkwardly in your spot as your refrigerator door swings open. Why were you so terrible at lying? Why did you even feel the need to lie in the first place?

Ugh. Your arms wrap around your body as you suddenly feel exposed in front of Namjoon’s gaze, his eyes and mind whirling as he predicts his next move to be one step ahead.

“Didn’t have enough time to blow dry it? Were you that much in a rush to leave?” He laughs, knowing the floorplan of your apartment like the back of his hand and walking into your bathroom, only to come out with a towel in hand, throwing it which you begrudgingly catch. You toss it over your head, letting the edges fall and cover parts of your vision as you lazily dry your hair. Namjoon comes over, gently running the towel and watching it absorb in the moisture.

You want to swat his hand off, but you let him run the towel through each section of your hair. It’s somewhat soothing, feeling him be so gentle with you for once. Not yelling, shouting, intimidating, or intruding. And he could’ve kept the tranquil mood if he didn’t open his mouth.

“Y’know, y/n… It’s cute that you think you can get away with your lies.” He smiles, amused as he backs off and opts for a seat on your couch. “Don’t be a bad girl.”

“Ugh.” You groan, grabbing two cans of beer out of the fridge, setting them onto the counter. A crack echoes in the room as you bring the cold aluminum to your lips. You chuck the other can over, which Namjoon swiftly catches, cracking the lid open.

Humming, you take slow steps into the small living room, the hard can still on your lips as Namjoon follows with his eyes. You collapse onto the soft cushions, feeling somewhat refreshed as Namjoon sits to your left, looking at you from the edge of his peripheral vision.

“How was your overseas schedule?” You ask, slouching as you stare at the blank ceiling above you. It’s better to say something than keep the awkward atmosphere.

“Boring and tiring. I was running around everywhere and I kept thinking about you the entire time.” Namjoon sighs, leaning back against the soft couch as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Right.” You deadpan.

Namjoon’s face erupts in a mischievous smile as he scoots closer to you, yourself taking two scoots back. You look up at him, face scrunching up as you give him a cue to stop.

“You should pick up my calls more often. I get lonely without you.” Namjoon murmurs, nearing close to your ear. You remain stoic, pushing him away as you clear your throat.

“I’ve been working late.” You shrug, feeling the alcohol slide through your throat with ease.

“Clearly not.” Namjoon chuckles, finishing his can of beer as he watches in amusement with how you glare at him, your lips quivering as if you were going to curse him out. “So, who was it? Did you happen to get a boyfriend while I was gone?”

“What’s it to you?”

“What’s the harm of me knowing?” He chuckles again, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“It’s a rude thing to ask.” You put simply. “And this isn’t the first time you’ve asked either. You always want to know.”

“It’s not my fault you lose interest easily and move onto another guy so fast.” He retorts. “I can’t even keep up with you sometimes.”

“Can you stop your stupid competition?” You spit immediately, feeling anger begin to build up in your head as if your brain was about to explode on him. Maybe, you shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. God, you could feel your body loosening up, losing that restraint that let you bottle up exactly how you felt.

“Huh? What’s with that?” He questions, throwing you an irritated look, his legs crossed in front of him.

“You love it, soooo much. Don’t lie to yourself. You just know- you’re so sure of yourself that nobody will be better than you. Aren’t I right?”

“Is this how we’re going to spend the first night back together from my long trip? If so, forget it.” Namjoon sighs, placing the can onto the coffee table.

“Don’t you dare try to end this conversation again, Namjoon. Explain to me why you always do this! Do you enjoy humiliating me all the time? Why don’t you ever want to respect me? I never ask for much.”

“Not respect you? What nonsense? This is how we’ve always been like.” He spits back, now glaring at you. “Since when has our relationship ever been normal? Ever been centered around respect? Why are you complaining about it now?” He retaliates, feeling the growing frustration emanate from his body. "You told me how many times you hated me and I told you I wish you could just die, and now you're trying to tell me that I'm bothering you? With something so small too... How idiotic."

Your knuckles shift white as you seethe in anger. It was true, high school “you” did have a different way of thinking. It didn’t matter how many times you got into a fight with Namjoon, he liked you and you liked him. There was spunk and defiance that both of your teenage selves looked for. So much so that the two of you were attached at the hip, not one without the other.

You and him didn’t care about either person’s feelings. It didn’t matter. To you, Namjoon was attractive, well-built, and a boy that fluttered your heart. Whether it would be his cheeky grin or his secret soft side that he only showed you, it was almost like your relationship was normal.

Did he have a valid point? When did your relationship ever have boundaries to not cross? Both of you were too stubborn to ever admit "I love you." You weren't going to be weak and vulnerable in front of each other in high school. How could you ever be normal when the two of you even threw curses at each other in bed?

You stand up, huffing in anger as you stomp your feet to the kitchen, slamming your aluminum beer can down on the counter and crushing it in your hands. This isn’t high school. The two of you are adults, twenty-three years old! You should be mature, voice how you feel, but you can't. Not when you fear the nightmares you wake up from, face covered in sweat and arms holding onto your trembling body.

But just for tonight, you’ve had enough. You can’t even be in the same room with him for an hour. Forget about it. You can’t keep peace with him. It’s like you were bound to fight, only to be pulled back into each other. It was a vicious cycle that you couldn’t fully separate Namjoon from your life. Not when he looked like that in your mind.

But more importantly, the alcohol was slowly giving you a headache, your face hot and thumping loudly in your ears.

"Fuck…" You mutter, steadying yourself against the counter. “I-I’m going to bed.” You whisper, wobbling your way into the hallway as Namjoon quickly stands up from his seat, concerned and coming to support you up from the side. "Ugh, d-don't touch me… I can't stand you-"

"You can barely walk," Namjoon argues, leading you down the hallway. He opens the door to your bedroom, helping you as you tiredly fall onto your single-sized bed.

Namjoon haphazardly throws the blankets overtop your body as you immediately bury your legs underneath, growing comfortable. Staring, he watches as your tired eyes close, your hair sprawled out messily over your pillow as his fingertips rest against your cheek.

He takes slow steps away, extending his arm as his hand finds the doorknob to your bedroom. There’s only the ticking of the clock in the living room now as Namjoon stands by the door, looking over at the bed and quietly exiting.

All the lights of your apartment are off except for the dim lighting fixtures in the hallway. Slowly and carefully, Namjoon makes his way into the darkened living room, beelining toward the couch. He takes off the bottom cushions, scooching the coffee table back and extending a makeshift bed from the contents inside the couch. He throws a cover over top and plops down, letting the back of his hand rest overtop his face.

The smell that you carried in still lingers in his mind, as he uncomfortably turns in his spot. He doesn’t even realize that his knuckles had buckled into fists, tightly pressed together. A yawn escapes his lips as he begins to settle down. He doesn’t even realize that his breaths even out as he drifts into a peaceful sleep.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Good morning.”

“...”

Tight arms wrap around your stomach as you grimace, looking over to see Namjoon, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Stop. Or I’ll purposely spill this latte all over you.” You threaten, shrugging your shoulders as Namjoon continues to latch on.

“Are you ever in a good mood?” Namjoon muses, leaning over you as he takes a quick sip from your cup. You scowl, moving the cup back away from him and onto the counter. Namjoon wipes his lips with the back of his hand, looking at your irritated expression. In a split second, a chill runs through your body as something wet meets your cheek, your feet rapidly taking several steps back as your hips crash and bruise into the counter behind you.

You wince in pain, buckling over, slapping your hand in front of your chest as the other caresses your cheek. Namjoon shakes off the stinging pain of his hand of where you hit him, slowly looking at you with an expressionless face, eyes blank.

“Don’t. Do that.” You whisper, fingers steadying your body on the counter behind you as your face grows hot. Whether it’s from embarrassment or humiliation, you aren’t sure. But, you can’t stop the memories that rush through your mind as Namjoon simply nods. Surely, he’s having the same thoughts as you.

But, you’re wrong. It’s almost like he changes his mind, tilting his head back, chuckling, arms crossed in front of his chest, rose gold blonde locks parted to the side of his face.

“Actually… Tell me why.” He sneers. “You couldn’t get enough of me, before.”

“Does it look like we’re in high school?” You grit, brushing past and bumping shoulders with him as you storm from the kitchen. “I hope you’ve had enough fun toying around with me. Just leave before I get mad.”

Namjoon remains still, exasperatedly sighing and walking over to the door, sliding into his shoes as he turns the doorknob, taking a single step out.

“Also, asshole! Don’t come over without giving me enough time, again!” You yell from down the hall.

She's acting like her highschool self...Who is she kidding?

“Why? Are you going to bring your new boyfriend home?” Namjoon laughs obnoxiously, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.

“Yeah.” You mutter, another lie slipping through your lips. “Yeah, so don’t just come whenever it’s convenient for you.”

“Hey, y/n…” Namjoon steps back into the apartment, letting the door shut close. “Is your offer to visit the Han River still standing for tonight? We should go together, like good old times.”

“Huh?” You call confusingly, walking back into your living room, your temper having died down as you turn the corner.

“Do you want to go to the Han River together tonight?” He asks again, reaching for your hand as he successfully interlocks fingers. There’s a small smile plastered on his face, his dimples embedded in his cheeks as you pause, only to snap back and slowly pull away from his grip.

“I-I might have plans. I’m not sure. I’ll let you know after work…” You trail off, looking away as Namjoon glares for a split second, only to nod when you look back.

“Hmm, alright. Bye.” He finally leaves his time, letting the door shut as he steps into the hall.

You take a deep breath, scratching your scalp as you go back into your room, packing your purse and heaving your tote bag over your shoulder. As you take a look at your reflection in the mirror, you smile, giving yourself a cheeky wink and rushing to your door. Sliding on your heels, you lock your apartment door and make your way down the elevator.

»»————-　♡　————-««

The first thing your ears pick up is the sound of the shutter of a camera, opening and closing, opening and closing, at incredible speed. The next is the bright flashes of light as your heels clack against the concrete ground, and then the large lighting equipment around the photoshoot.

“Good morning.” You say loosely, watching as the photographer keeps his eyes solely focused on his viewfinder, eye pressed against it as the sound of the shutter goes off, and then the bright flash. When he looks at the result and seems somewhat satisfied with a nod of his head, he turns around, his blue hair with a hint of green shifting and bouncing.

“Good morning.” He replies quietly, looking over his shoulder at the model, whose skin was porcelain and pale, arms and legs thin with a bob of black hair on the top of his head. The gentleman was wearing tight jeans and a jean jacket, denim on denim. “We’ll take five.”

The model simply nods, stretching his arms above his head and falling onto his side as he lays down. You notice Taehyung’s purple turtleneck that hugs his body tightly, an odd choice given his undeniable love for baggy sweaters and shirts. But you have no time to question him about it as he pulls you into the secluded hallway of his studio, your feet struggling to keep up with his pace as he corners you against the door.

"What-"

His forehead is against yours, his breath fanning your face as his hands are roughly pressing against both of your shoulders.

“Can I?” He whispers as you shudder, immediately understanding his innuendo as you nod, his lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and messy, with Taehyung’s tongue swiftly getting inside your mouth, making your legs weak. It was almost like Taehyung was going to devour you, as you struggled to keep your breathing straight, his passion intense as your back pushed against the door.

As you parted, his tongue trailed on your upper lip, slipping back into his mouth.

“T-tae…” You gasp, burying your head into his shoulder as he hums at the nickname, continuing his trail of kisses from your ear and down your neck. His hands hover against your hips, one of his cold fingers slipping underneath your blouse as you jump, cheeks inflamed. “Not here…”

“I missed you.” He simply replies, finally letting go and taking a step back. His hands now ruffle through your hair as you feel his concentrated gaze now on you. “Why’d you leave last night? You shouldn’t have left.”

You can’t reply as you swallow thickly, only for Taehyung to cock his head to the side.

“It’s alright. I’m not mad. It’s just… lonely to wake up to an empty bed.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have left.” You mutter, Taehyung’s interest piqued as he stays silent, only judging. “I’ll stay next time, Mr. Kim… er-”

An awkward silence falls between you two as Taehyung feels suddenly embarrassed, the first time his gaze breaks today. You watch as he opens his mouth, about to say something, only to close it. His eyes look as if they’re pleading with you, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s fine. You can call me whatever you want. Professor, Mr. Kim, Taehyung…” His voice grows quiet as he checks the watch on his wrist, giving you one last kiss on the lips. “Break’s over. Work hard on your part of the exhibition. And- If you want, come over to my place tonight?”

“Y-your place?” You feel breathless. “It’s not good if the paparazzi find out... You can’t just invite me to your home, Taehyung.”

He smirks, patting the top of your head.

“I just did sweetheart.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Explain to me why you always do this! Do you enjoy humiliating me all the time? Why don’t you ever want to respect me?”

Shut up.

Namjoon groans in the backseat of his manager’s van, punching the cushion of the headrest beside him, retracting and placing it on his forehead. There were vibrations from time to time as he watched the usual scenery to his agency building.

We were everything to each other, y/n.

“That’s just how dumb teenagers think, Namjoon!”

Stop coming into my head.

He scoffs lightly, eyes creasing as he drifts into the back of his mind, seeing a small glimpse of high school memories pop and burst. Though, he didn’t mind that part of his life that much, having met you from all those bothersome days. But, you weren’t some guardian angel either that had “rescued him”.

“They’re posted! They’re posted!”

“What? Already?”

There were several conversations in hushed whispers through the senior hallway, students scrambling and others full-on sprinting to see the test scores posted on a bulletin outside one of the classrooms. While Namjoon took lazy steps, yawning with his hands shoved in his pockets, he merely watched the hoard of people surrounding the sheet of paper tacked onto the board.

Some groans could be heard and others gazing in awe. While Namjoon popped an eye open, he was greeted with a pat on the shoulder and thumbs-up.

“Dude! You got the third highest score, congrats!”

“Really? Damn, I hoped to get higher.” He smirked, getting a playful punch to his side.

“Cocky bastard, be grateful! Some of us wish we could even get onto the list.” There was a chuckle and laugh as Namjoon approached the board for himself, humming and walking off a second later. “Going to get lunch, Joon?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He nodded nonchalantly, digging through his bag for a smoke and lighter.

As they made their way outside, Namjoon walked to the back of the school, leaning against the brick walls, hanging the flame underneath the butt of the cigarette. The wind was strong, blowing his rose-gold locks back and ruffling his thin dress-shirt uniform.

“Who is she?”

“Huh?” Namjoon asked confusingly, looking dejectedly off to the side. The person, his “friend” had implied was you, your mouth moving as if you were giving orders, clipboard in your hands, and hair blowing behind you. “I don’t know, nor do I care.”

“Hmm… She's really hot, don’t you think? You think I got a chance?” The other pondered, until he put his fingers together, letting out a loud whistle that even made Namjoon flinch. “Hey, you!”

Namjoon almost laughed, jamming the cigarette back into his mouth as you paid no attention to his friend. There was no indication of whether you actually heard the sound or not, but there was clear embarrassment in the other guy’s face.

“Hey!” His friend shouted again, this time taking the incentive to walk up to you until you finally looked at him. "Do you need some help or anything? You seem to be giving directions to some students and all..."

"Um, no? Who even are you?" You smiled, trying to hide your offense and questioning the gentleman.

"You don't have to be so rude, y'know. I was just trying to help."

"I don't think I ever asked for your help, though? So who are you, again?" You continued to smile even though your passive-aggression was bleeding through, continuing to piss off Namjoon's friend.

"Ugh, I hate chicks like you. You take attendance for homeroom and you act like you don’t know who I am?" He groaned, throwing his hands up as he walked back to where Namjoon stood, who didn’t even look at the pair. "Why do the pretty ones have to be such bitches?" He complained as Namjoon gave him a dirty look. He could feel the glare that was currently being thrown in his direction by you because of this idiot.

Why am I getting targeted? I’m not even doing anything.

“Hey, what's your problem?” You yelled across the courtyard. “Just because I didn't need your help, you're calling me a bitch? The hell is wrong with you?" And you would’ve left it alone at that until you heard the next thing that came after.

“Such a fucking loudmouth. If she wasn't so nasty I'd put it to good use, to be honest.”

“Dude, gross.” Namjoon spat in distaste. He looked back over to where you should've been standing. But instead, he saw you slowly approach the two of them, underneath the shadows. There was clear disgust in your expression and the consistent clicking of your tongue as Namjoon rolled his eyes.

Great. Just great.

“You should learn to shut up sometimes, dude.” Namjoon angrily muttered, leaning his head into his palm. “Always giving me problems.”

“Hey, asshole.” You called, finally closing the distance and pointing to the guy beside Namjoon. “Say that again to my face next time.”

“W-what? Pff, don’t make me laugh.”

“No, c’mon. Do it.” You hastily reply back. “It’ll give me a good reason to beat the shit out of you.”

“Dude, can you hear this? These edgy girls-”

Namjoon just rolled his eyes, taking another inhale of his cigarette until he heard a loud thunk beside him.

His fingers almost fumbled his cigarette as his mouth gaped open, taken aback by the scene in front of him.

You had slammed your wooden clipboard on the guy’s head, hearing it pop and crack.

And then again.

He watched as the guy’s legs gave out, falling onto the ground as Namjoon took two steps back, eyes widening. Shit, what the fuck?

Then, you tossed the useless and broken board to the side, kneeling down beside his friend and flicking the side of his head. “Stop struggling and crying like a baby. I’m not into such things.”

“J-Joon, hel...p...”

Now that he thought about it… This wasn’t his problem really. Maybe, he should just give his "buddy" a few words of advice.

"You have no one to blame but yourself, so don’t even start complaining to me. There was no reason to mess with someone, but you still did.” Namjoon voiced out, letting a deep exhale and watching the cigarette smoke drift into the air.

But as he was about to take another inhale, he failed to catch the grimace on your face as you rashly stood up, swiping the smoke out of his mouth and stomping it dead on the ground.

You came up to him, tugging his collar forward and looking him in the eye. "Are you trying to kill us all with this shit?”

He paused for a moment, stunned. But then, he could’ve died laughing at that moment. A stream of hysterical laughter left his mouth as you gave him a confused expression, nervously letting go and stepping back.

Wait, he hadn't laughed his hard before in ages and he barely knew why he found this situation so funny in the first place. But, the more he thought about how you were an unfiltered asshole who seemed to lack obvious social awareness and respect, he cracked up.

“Hey, hey…” Namjoon started after clearing his throat from cackles. “At least tell me your name.”

…

...

He was glad that he got to know you him that day, not that you could define what you had as typical friends were. You would watch on as he got scolded, the first time being caught with a cigarette on the school property and the second for teachers insisting he change his hair back to his natural black.

There were other times too, like when he flipped off a teacher for being sassy with him or when he would brawl with his fists behind the school with other students he had a problem with. The teachers and staff who saw his potential pleaded with him for a compromise, but all he saw were threats.

Namjoon only had a small glimpse into your life, finding you one day in the afternoon. You had found solace in the empty art room and drifted off, leaning your head onto your easel as the orange color of the sunset seeped into the dark classroom. He watched you quietly for a second, then gently closed the door shut and left. Often, he would stop by without letting his presence be known, looking through the tiny window of the door.

“Ugh-” You coughed, covering your mouth with the back of your arm. A lit cigarette had been propped in between your fingers until you threw it on the ground outside, stomping it out. “Tastes like shit…”

“What are you doing?”

You flinched as you heard Namjoon’s voice in the distance. As you turned, his arms were folded across his chest. “Nothing.”

“Hmm…” Namjoon pondered, then turning the other way. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Were you worried that you’d look weird just waiting around for him and doing nothing? You had grown to the habit by the time a month had passed. The more times you planned to meet him, the more times he found a cigarette stuck between your lips. Perhaps you were easier to manipulate than he thought.

…

Who is that? Who’s that standing next to you and why are you smiling like that?

Namjoon paused in the middle of the second-floor hallway, feeling his heartbeat speed up. There you were, conversing with another guy when you already had him. There was no need for you to even want to have a conversation with someone else, so why? Did you forget that you planned to meet him after classes?

“Ah, it's you. What a coincidence.” The underclassmen gave you a wave. “I didn't think that I would run into you here. I was just about to go home, would you like to come with me, sunbae?”

You weren’t going to say yes, were you? Shit-

“Y/n!” Namjoon shouted loudly enough to get your attention. He came up beside you, giving you an innocent smile and hug, only to turn his head to the younger male. “It’d be good for you if you’d stop thinking what’s mine as yours, asshole.” Namjoon spit in a low voice.

“Is there some problem with me being next to her?”

The light in Namjoon’s eyes died out as his arm lunged forward, pushing the guy off to the side. He watched him trip, losing his balance and toppling down the staircase. The chatter in the hallway immediately died out as soon as multiple screams echoed out.

“Namjoon?!” You shrieked, attempting to run down the staircase. But, before you could even put your foot down on a step, Namjoon grabbed your forearm, pulling you back harshly and colliding into him. Why couldn’t you just forget about everyone else but him? Did they truly matter?

“What the fuck?!” You grabbed him at the collar, slamming him into the wall as students shrieked and moved out of the way, rushing down the staircase. Others, trying to help the underclassman up. “Why’d you do that?! Huh? Why- Stop fucking laughing! I swear I’ll-”

Namjoon only buckled over and laughed even harder, clutching his stomach as you dropped him onto the floor. “What? You’ll do what?” He snickered, taunting you further. “Don’t tell me- don’t tell me you're mad at me? Hahahaha! How ridiculous...”

“What the fuck is your problem?! What the hell was that for?!” You sneered, looking at Namjoon who sat comfortably with his bottom on the floor.

"Listen up, princess, because it seems like you don’t know your place in our ‘relationship’. Tell me, right now, who else you have?” He taunted and grinned, rising to his feet as you threw him a dirty glare.

“Piece of shit.”

“As per usual, you can’t even answer me.”

…

"What the hell are you doing? Hey, I’m talking to you… Helloooo?"

"Nnnn…?" Namjoon groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the couch in his empty living room. He was still in his uniform, hearing the clock ticking in the hallway. His hand came up to his head as he gave it a violent shake, ruffling his messed up bedhead. Ah right, he had just come back from Saturday tutoring… Jeez, what time was it?

"You told me to come over and yet your ass is sleeping? You really are annoying." You sighed, plopping your school bag onto the wooden floors. “And you snore so loudly, shut uppp.”

"Nnn…" Namjoon groaned again, shifting away from your loud voice.

"Hey… Hey!! Wake up!! Namjoon!!” You whined, leaning over to shake his shoulder. “You know what? Fine, I’m leaving. Why’d you even text me if you’re just going to- AH-”

Namjoon grabbed your wrist, pulling you down with him. There was a smile on his lips as he chuckled, his eyes still closed. He poked one open, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your lips. You flushed, eyes wide as Namjoon stared straight at you. And as he pressed harder, you could feel the smile that formed as he smirked.

Not pulling away, huh…

“Hey! I’m was talking- Mmpf-”

Namjoon grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you harder into him as you struggled in his hold. You couldn’t help but thrash, trying to get words out of your mouth until you finally kicked him in the knee.

"You…!! Asshole!" You cursed, pushing him off. “Are you trying to make me angry? I told you to stop.”

“Sorry.” He muttered, sitting up straight and staring up at his blank ceiling. Several minutes of silence passed between the two of you as neither could form words. Your own hand came up to your lips as you realized Namjoon had taken your first kiss. When you looked over at him, a part of you wondered if it was the same.

Seeing Namjoon so quiet and calm always made the atmosphere feel like a lucid dream. If you interfered, it would burst back to reality.

“Namjoon, someone like you will never learn what it’s like to be in love.”

“...”

“You’ll be lonely till the day you die.”

“You’re not good enough. You never will be. Your family is better off without you. Even I don’t need you.”

That wasn’t your voice. That wasn’t something you would say to him. Yet, he could imagine those words leaving your lips. It was simply his own whispering to himself, smirking in its intangible form as he pinned you between his arms, breath fanning over your face.

Just after twelve in the afternoon, you both were each other’s first. Normally, he would’ve expected it to be more romantic, filled with praise, gentle touches, and kisses. But instead, it was full of sneers and snide comments, hair pulling, scratching, and fighting for dominance. Neither of you knew what you were doing, but both were too stubborn to admit to the other.

In the aftermath, you both laid exhausted, marks and bites littered over your neck and shoulder. Namjoon adorned bruises and scratches, but he merely stared at his empty palms.

He didn’t feel anything...

Namjoon had unexpectedly cut you off after high school graduation. He had planned it for a while, telling you with an unmoving expression as you tried to hide your own bitterness. But what could you even say anything when he asked mockingly, “Don’t tell me… Did I mean something to you? Because you were nothing to me.”

He had learned something after having you in his bed, not all at once, but slowly. It took him months to figure out what he felt, leading himself to the conclusion which he struggled to carry out to the end. Did he seriously think love and affection could solve everything wrong with him? Why did he expect you to just sweep him off his feet and suddenly cure him as if you were his savior and protector?

No, there was something very wrong. He knew he couldn't cling onto you, like that. He knew he couldn't completely revolve his entire self-worth and survival solely on you. He knew that there was something wrong with the way he felt when he saw himself getting replaced. It was wrong, putting you on this unreasonable pedestal... But, he felt so good with you…

Maybe he took everything for granted. Staring at his reflection in the mirror and seeing the spark in his eyes gone. Like he became the shell of Kim Namjoon, disconnected from the motions, from life… from you.

And he fell. Deeper and harder. It felt like he splashed into a crashing river, letting his body fall under and drown beneath. It weighed him down and dragged him further, almost as if his fingertips couldn’t reach above the water.

“I want to see you… P-please…”

Namjoon spings awake, panting in the back of the van as he realizes they were still driving on the road. He could see his reflection off the glass window, his heart rapidly beating in his chest. He knew what happened next in the memory, his hand digging from the bottom of his roots to the fringe.

“Fuck…” He curses, gripping onto his hair. “I’m so screwed…”

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“Y/n, are you coming tonight?”

You look up from the enormous painting you hover over, setting your paintbrush down to the side. As you take a brief glance outside, you realize just how dark it had gotten. How late was it? Your first instinct is to grab your phone, seeing 6:30 pm on the clock and bringing up Namjoon’s contact.

“I- Um…” You stumble, tightening your grip on your phone case. “I was going to see my friend today, ah, I guess not really my friend, just an acquaintance of mine, so-”

You stop yourself, feeling somewhat embarrassed by your rambling. Taehyung just smiles from the door of the spare room he lent you in his studio. After all, you were his partner for their collaboration exhibition who deserved the best.

“If that’s the case, come with me.” Taehyung smiles, picking up a clean cloth from a stack and wiping the paint off your hands. “You’re not friends… so…”

“R-right, I just… I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a month…” You answer weakly, letting Taehyung hold onto your hand. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. It was kind of embarrassing speaking about these kinds of things with your professor who had taught you in college, not to mention him being so much younger and smarter.

“You’re really indecisive, you know?”

Your head shoots up, expecting to see an irritated expression on Taehyung’s face, almost imagining how Namjoon would’ve looked like. But instead, he’s rather calm, his shoulders relaxed and his eyes honestly staring back at you. There was strangely, kindness behind words that seemed to be more of an insult.

“You also don’t ever seem to believe me or trust me.” He continues, watching as you flinch and gulp.

You look at him with wary eyes as you slowly pull away, folding your arms across your chest. The atmosphere is still somewhat calm, but you can feel the discomfort slowly growing.

His emotions are unreadable, his face always stoic and his tone soft. You can’t predict what he’s thinking, you can’t get ready for what he might say next, you can’t-

“So, did you not believe me when I said I love you, either?” He whispers, closing in on you. “Because I’ve loved you for so, so, so long…”

#yandere bts #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #bts love triangle #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere namjoon x reader #bts idol au #bts fanfiction #bts namjoon #bts namjoon x reader #bts taejoon #taejoon #bts taehyung #bts taehyung x reader #taejoon x reader

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carmen-is-away · 3 years ago

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cuddling with the legends pt. 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Crypto, Revenant, Loba, Rampart, Horizon

Crypto

I've said this before, but mans is touch starved, like I'm talking yearning, feening for affection. He wants to cuddle with someone so bad, but won't admit it. If you tell him that you wanna cuddle, he'll be over the moon, but will try to play it cool. It's very easy to see through his act though. Loves to spoon, especially if he's the little spoon.

Revenant

You've got to be out of your mind, I mean absolutely crazy cuckoo bonkers. But if you somehow get him to cuddle with you, he will be super confused and will compensate for it by threatening you the whole time, but he might wrap an arm around you and let you do whatever though

Loba

She's got a lot of love in her heart surprisingly and very touchy in private. She likes to cuddle and loves to be the big spoon. She'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear the whole time, when she's not busy plotting how to torment Revenant next.

Rampart

I had a hard time deciding what to write for Ramya, but I've come to the conclusion that she's just really playful about it all. She'll tickly and tease you the entire time and jokingly complain about how hot it is, but if you try to get up or move away, she'll say that she's just joking and ask you to come back and cuddle forreal.

Horizon

She likes cuddling but finds it hard to find time for it, because yk, women in STEM! She'll definitely be down to cuddle if she's deep into some reading or paperwork. Just be prepared for her to jump up and disturb your peace in the name of science.

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noonas-bts-blog · 4 years ago

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Namjoon being aboslutely done with Taehyung

#bts #bangtan soneyondan #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #taejoon #bangtan #bangtan x reader #bts taehyung #bts namjoon

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legends-of-apex · 5 years ago

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Loba x Reader x Crypto: ‘Something More’ (Part 2/2) SMUT 18+

Summary: A continuation of Part I in which Loba, Crypto and The Reader go back to the Reader's room in the legends compound to decrypt the files taken from Pathfinder's chip. Inevitably, Loba's proposition is brought up and smut ensues. You can also read this on AO3 if you prefer!

A/N: Hello! Here's the second and final part. This chapter does contain smut after the cut. I've spent the best part of a month on this so I promise there is still a plot as well :D Hope you like it! And I would love to hear your thoughts! Reader's pronouns aren't specified however they are referred to as having a vagina/breasts etc. so please keep that in mind x Warnings under the cut!

Words: 7, 788

Warnings: This fic contains heavy smut including oral (reader receiving and giving), fingering, penetrative sex and scissoring

The rest of the match went relatively uneventfully, with the three of you finishing fourth after being ambushed by another squad. There hadn’t even been enough time to see who it was before you blacked out. When you awoke, a bright light beaming down upon you made you squeeze your eyes shut again. Forcing yourself to sit up, you felt the familiar rubber of the med bay beds beneath your fingertips. When you dared open your eyes again the lights weren’t so bad and you could actually look around the room. Your head felt heavy, your mind off-centered. A nurse was wrapping your fingers around a glass of water before you could ask for one to soothe your aching throat.

“Hey, can you tell me where you are?” He asked you. Bright eyes brimmed over the top of his surgical mask. He was the same nurse from every other time you were revived after a match and he always had the same questions.

“The med bay back at the compound?” You asked, cautiously lifting the water to your lips.

“Yeah! Well done out there today. You guys were great!” He took the empty glass from you when you were finished and set it down by the sink, his black scrubs rustling as he moved around the room, looking at the various monitors that hung like cobwebs from the walls, “How are you feeling?”

“Just a small headache. The usual.” You answered, knowing if you gave even a slightly different answer you could end up stuck in here for days. The headache you had post-match was always the same, pounding and everywhere all at once. It probably had something to do with the serum they used to revive you after the match but you were more concerned about Loba and Crypto right now. You hadn’t seen them go down.

“Great! Well, you’re all healed, vitals are great. You’re free to head out.” He seemed to sense your eagerness to leave and for that you were thankful.

Loba was waiting for you outside the room when you stepped out, pushing herself off the wall and uncrossing her arms when she saw you. She walked towards you with her arms open, engulfing you in a hug when she reached you. With her six-inch heels and already naturally impressive height, she almost dwarfed you, your chin only just being able to rest atop her shoulder. You knew she was just glad you were okay, but displays of affection were rare for her. Even if the hallway you were in was empty. Usually, she wouldn’t be caught sharing any shred of weakness, but after a match? She always got a little sappy, even if she would never admit it.

“Shall we go wait for the hacker?” She pulled back to look at your face and you nodded before taking her hand, walking towards Crypto’s usual med bay room. His name printed on the outside of the door. Loba peered through a tiny window in the door. “Is he still in there?” You asked. It was unusual for anyone to be kept so long and he knew not to say anything that might prolong his stay. Unless there was some kind of complication? You tried not to think about it.

Loba scoffed. “Oh please, he wouldn’t leave without seeing you alive and well first. He’s still in there alright.” She spared a glance your way and recognised that look on your face. You were worried, even though the chances of any post-match complications were extremely low, nearly non-existent. “I wouldn’t worry, sweetheart. He was downed last so they’ll have had less time with him than us.” She saw that did very little to calm your nerves and decided to change the subject to take your mind off of it. She lowered her voice, knowing for sure that there were cameras and microphones all over this place. “Hey, we might get some promising information out of that chip, huh? Any information we can get on them brings us one step closer, no matter how small the step.” All you did was nod when usually you’d be beaming with excitement at the prospects of new information on the Syndicate and you weren't doing a particularly good job of hiding the fact that you couldn't care less about anything right now except for Crypto still being in that room.

“You really give a shit about him, huh?” she asks and you look to her, confused.

“If it was you in there I’d be just as worried.” Loba sighed and took your hand again, bringing your knuckles to her lips before squeezing your fingers gently, careful not to scratch you with her nails. That meant more to her than you knew.

The door before you opened with a click as Crypto finally emerged, hands already stuffed back in his jacket pockets by the time the door shut behind him. The look of relief on your face was enough to tell him you’d been worrying. You had dropped Loba’s hand in an instant and went to hug him, opening your arms a little first and waiting for his permission. He felt himself sigh into your arms, his own wrapping around you tightly as he could. However brief, he would always treasure each touch you gave him. You made him realise how much he craved being held, being close to people. It made him forevermore thankful that he was lucky to be as close to you as he was, even Loba as well to some extent. You shared a piece of your life with him, your kindness, your time and occasionally: your bed. Whilst you did the same for Loba, he never found himself growing jealous, only more thankful to have you when he did.

“You still got the chip?” Loba asked him over your shoulder. He nodded. “We had better get to it. The decryption might take a while.”

The first thing you did when you got back to your room was kick off your shoes and flop down, face-first, on your bed. All the running and the stress of the games could really take its toll. Meanwhile, Crypto headed straight for your PC, plugging in all kinds of strange contraptions and external hard drives no doubt filled with some kind of dodgy software. Loba asked if she could use your shower to which you told her there were already fresh towels in there ready to be used as you gathered a bundle of clothes for her to wear when she finished.

You looked to your broken arm shield emitter and groaned as you were getting changed into more comfortable clothes than your games gear, the realisation that you actually had to fix it dawned on you. You struggled to your feet and pulled up a chair beside Crypto at your desk and released the shield from your arm with a whirr. Most of it had survived, only a few small grenade fragments lay buried within it. Easy fix.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I overheard some of what you guys were saying earlier. Loba had her communicator still on. And I just want you to know that although I did tell Loba about us sleeping together, I haven’t said a word about… you know, you. Your identity. That’s yours to tell and I would never betray that information to anyone, even Loba.” You were one of two living people with the privilege of referring to him by his real name in private. By telling you about his past, even just by telling you his name, he put so much trust in you. And you wouldn't betray that for anyone.

He stopped typing to look at you, letting you know he was sincere. “I know you wouldn’t. I trust you more than anyone. But thank you for the reassurance. And I’m sorry that you heard that, I don’t wish for you to be treated like an object.”

You knew then that he didn't quite trust Loba’s intentions with her proposition but were quick to reassure him. “Oh, don’t worry. Loba asked if I was down for it beforehand. And it’s sweet that you two want to make me feel good, but I don’t require any payment for what I do for you two, especially in that kinda way. I do it because I care about you.” Tweezers in hand, you carefully began removing the fragments from your device. It was a good excuse to not have to look Taejoon in the eye during the conversation.

“Heh, that’s precisely why Loba thought you to be deserving of such an arrangement. And I have to say, I agree. You need to let us give back to you, though it doesn’t have to be in the form of what Loba was suggesting. In any way that you choose.” You could have laughed. On their own, they were amazing enough, both more than proficient and attentive lovers but together? You couldn't help but groan at the thought. “ Trust me , as long as you two are up for it that arrangement is totally fine by me! I couldn't think of anything better.”

You see Crypto’s head move suddenly in the corner of your eye, you turn to see Loba looking the softest you had ever seen her. Her hair was damp, falling all the way down to her waist. A pair of your baggy sweatpants hung low around her hips. She looked comfortable, her eyes held no sense of impending danger and you swore it was the first time you had seen her so at ease.

“Is that my shirt?” Crypto asks and she shrugs, looking down at the plain black material. “I don’t know, is it? It’s… cute?”, You sheepishly turn back to face Crypto as Loba dives straight onto your bed, stretching out on her back. “Maybe?” you offered, knowing damn well it was his from the last time he had stayed over. He wasn’t going to pry it off of you as you slept, especially since you looked so comfortable. It was his pair of sweatpants too, but he didn't need to know that. A low grumble sounded from your stomach and you took that to be the perfect topic change, “How about take-out?”.

“Lovely idea, I’m starving!”

You phoned up the best pizza company you knew, the woman on the line informed you that it would take a while because of the games. People liked to go for pizza after watching the apex games apparently. “We’re going to have to wait a while.” You said solemnly, hopping onto your bed behind Loba and taking your hairbrush from her hand. Her hair was long and so very soft. Crypto politely excused himself to also take a shower whilst you played with her hair. You combed through it with your fingers first. Loba released a long breath as you dragged the brush from the edge of her forehead, down her scalp and all the way down her back, holding the ends in your other hand. “So Crypto’s down for your idea.” You gently gathered her hair together in a bunch before letting it fan out again over her back, the strands so long they reached the covers below.

Loba leant back a little, resting on her palms. “Oh? I’m not surprised. He seems like he would do anything that involves you. That poor boy looks at you like you’re made of gold.” She chuckled, looking back at you over her shoulder. You pecked her lips, her skin was soft and supple with a subtle hint of cherry lip balm. “Ugh, I can’t wait to devour you.” She groaned, “If he doesn’t get out of that shower in the next two minutes, we’re starting without him.”

“So impatient!” You laughed, “Hair up or down?”

“Eh, leave it down.”

Crypto made his way out the bathroom still towelling off his soggy hair. He set his jacket on the back of your desk chair, along with his waistcoat and every other piece of his games gear apart from his baggy trousers and t-shirt. The pendants on his necklaces jingled together as he moved around, like a cat with a bell.

Far too impatient for subtly it seems, Loba decided now was the best time to initiate things “She looks good enough to eat, don’t you think Crypto?” He stops in his tracks, towel still raised to his head with his mouth hanging open before he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. He hummed in agreement, taking the towel and folding it in half before laying it over the chair behind him. He now leaned his back against the desk so he could face you, bare arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but blush at Loba’s words and the way he was looking at you, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

Loba now turned to face you, mischief and wanting in her eyes and leaned in close. “We would love to take care of you if you’ll have us, of course.” She pressed a single kiss to the side of your neck, your skin tingling from the warmth of her lips, “What do you say?” You turned your attention back to Crypto who looked at you in question, his head tilted. Neither of them were moving without your say so.

“Sounds perfect.”

With that pushed you back so your head lay gently on the pillows. Her finger wagged in Crypto’s direction when he took a step forward, telling him to stay put. He gulped and leant back against the desk again. “Well then. Just relax and let us take care of you, hm?” She ended her question with a smile, already sliding downwards onto the bed in front of you. Placing her hands on either side of your sweatpants and giving the outside of your thighs a light squeeze. She looked up at you through her lashes, asking if she could take them off. You nodded and soon she had them tugged off, your socks soon followed.

She leant right down, pressing a kiss to the cloth of your underwear, her lips putting the lightest flutter of pressure on your heat. Your mouth fell open and she laughed quietly, seeing a dark patch on the fabric of your underwear. “Mhmm already dripping for us, Crypto.” she called back to him over her shoulder, “What do you say we take these off as well? No need to be shy. We already know how beautiful you are, sweetheart.” You nodded again, her fingers delicately taking the band of your underwear and making quick work of shimming them off your legs. A string of words, no doubt in Portuguese left her, as she took a moment to look at you. She had spoken far too quickly for you to have any hope of understanding what she was saying.

Her hands were on your sides in an instant, and her lips were back on yours as her hands made their slow descent back down towards your heat. Her kisses a rough contrast to the preciseness of her touch. She kissed with her heart it seems, everything else was calculated. A shiver wracked its way through you when her fingertips reached the hem of your shirt, but she didn’t lift it, only gently massaged the bottom of your stomach and over the tops of your thighs. Circular motions everywhere except the place you wanted them to be.

Her lips left you as you whined softly, “So eager.” she smiled at you again, before leaning in to kiss your neck as her fingers finally touched where you so craved them so much. A moan escaped you as she wasted no time in finding your heat, circling her two fingertips within its wetness before dragging them up and down your slit. Over her shoulder, you could see Crypto standing biting his lip so hard it looked like it would bleed, face flushed.

Sucking gently on the soft skin of your neck, Loba pressed her two fingers right onto your clit. You couldn’t help the noises that escaped you or how you clung to her so desperately. She soon switched back and forth between gently massaging all-around your folds and slowly circling one finger directly to your nub. She was teasing you. The alteration driving you insane, legs beginning to shake. Just as you felt the dam about to burst she drew back away from you entirely, leaning back on her knees as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them lightly.

“How does she taste?” Crypto asked, his face warm. Loba leaned back from you and you near-whined at the loss.

She brought her fingers back down your heat and gathered some of your wetness onto her fingers again, standing and extending her fingers in his direction. “Like honey. Want to try?” He bypassed her altogether and walked towards you. “Suit yourself, Hacker,” she rolled her eyes.

“May I?” He asked so softly you nearly melted then and there. “Yes, please.” You managed and before you knew it he was sliding one of your legs over his shoulder, shortly followed by the other. He began by pressing the gentlest of kisses to your thighs.

“Ooh nevermind.” Loba went back on her previous statement with an approving nod of her head, “One second.” The glare he sent in her direction could’ve stopped a charging bull but Loba just waved him off and laid down beside you, pulling you into her lap so she could support your body. Crypto tugged you down towards him so the back of your head rested against Loba’s chest. Warmth radiated from Loba’s body beneath you in a constant wave of gentle, comforting heat but your focus wasn’t on her right now.

The moment his mouth made contact with your core, your body went lax. His tongue came right after and your back arched with such ferocity that Loba almost lost her hold on you. When the most desperate noise left you, you felt the vibrations of his laughter roll through you and his hands gripped the tops of your thighs more firmly to keep you in place. His eyes flickered up to you for a moment, soon after your hands found his hair, tugging lightly on the damp ends in an attempt to have him closer.

Loba’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear “I know you said he was good but you really weren’t kidding,” she whispered before her mouth before she latched her lips back onto your neck.

Tugging his hair seemed to only spur him on more as the groan he emitted was borderline feral, bringing his tongue to circle over your clit at such a pace that the pressure built within you to the point where you were about to burst and likely would have had to not pulled back for a second to quickly catch his breath and get a better look at you.

“I know you want to come on his tongue, beautiful. Go on.” Crypto was back between your legs then, doubling his pace. “Come for us.” She whispered just as Crypto decided to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You lurched upright, grip tight on his hair as you grind your pussy against his lips. When he slowly coated one of his fingers before slowly pressing it into you and pumping to the rhythm of his mouth, that was it for you.

Your body barely felt like you controlled its movement anymore as pleasure wracked its way through you in gushing waves. A drawn-out moan you’d probably be embarrassed about later escaped you as you went limp in Loba’s arms. Crypto helped you ride it out, wanting to make you feel the best he could. His tongue didn’t leave you until your pussy ceased its tensing then releasing around his finger, pulling it out of you and to his lips immediately. Loba’s arms kept you steady as your body slowly returned to normal, cold air stinging as Crypto left you. You missed his mouth and hands on you immediately but Loba was quick to distract you by helping you rid yourself of your shirt all whilst trying to keep her lips latched on to yours. Her fingers so swift in how they undressed you and herself that you were suddenly reminded that she was a thief, quick hand movements were her speciality. Her hand came to cup your bare breast for a moment, glee in her eyes at the sight. Once you helped her out of most of her clothes, you felt Crypto’s lips on the side of your neck. His mouth leaving marks no doubt right beside the ones Loba had made already. A hand in his hair again had him whimpering. Loba noticed and released you so you turned to face him, your mouth finding his as you stood on shaky legs. His lips were swollen but still soft. He kisses you like it was the last time he would have the chance, one hand gently cupping your face as his other arm wrapped around you.

“I’m going to let you two have this round.” You pulled back from Crypto and looked at her with confusion, she hadn’t even had any kind of pleasure yet and she still insisted you and Crypto go ahead. “I like to watch.” She clarified with a smirk, seating herself in your desk chair, legs folded neatly over one another. Her lacy black bra and panties somehow made her even more attractive but comply with her wishes you would. Plus you wanted the chance to repay Crypto for his services.

Soon enough, Crypto is stripped of all but his boxers, seated upright at the edge of your bed and facing Loba’s general direction. Running your finger over his cheekbone, you look down to notice just how hard he is. “You like eating me out that much, huh?” You asked as you swung one leg over both of his and knelt so you could grind against him, wringing your arms around his neck. You felt just how hard he was then and Crypto looked like he might have came if you weren’t careful, his mouth opened slightly, eyes closed. His hands found the bottom of your back to keep you steady as you slowly grinded onto him, feeling the hard outline of him pressing against your sensitive lips. “예수 그리스도'' He moaned at the feeling, bottom lip now trapped between his teeth.

“Really wanna ride you.” You told him and his eyes snapped open, hand gently cupping your cheek as he brought you in for another kiss.

“Then ride me.”

You sat back from him to run your fingers over his clothed cock, feeling it twitch with your touch. Soft moans fell from his mouth with each drawn-out stroke, he was so terribly sensitive. Tentatively tugging down his boxers, you freed his member from its confines and rubbed along the shaft before thumbing its tip. His throat hitched.

“If you keep touching me like that, this is going to be over a lot quicker than either of us could have hoped,” His hand found your bare pussy again, fingers gliding through your folds to make sure you were still wet enough to take him, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Leaning further forward so your hips rested against his, bracing against his strong chest for support, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m ready.” You told him. Without a word, Crypto reached down and aligned the two of you before oh-so-slowly lowering you back down onto his lap, feeling his length buried within you to the hilt.

You moaned together when he filled you, Crypto burying his head in your shoulder when you began to move, his hips rocking to meet the rhythm of yours. It felt delicious, his length rubbed your walls in all the right places and you felt a pressure begin to build quickly within your stomach again. His moans were so soft you almost had to strain to hear him but his strong grip on your hips as you swayed atop him telling enough.

Looking over your shoulder for a moment, you saw Loba lazily rubbing herself through her underwear, her eyes utterly transfixed on you and Crypto. One particularly measured thrust on his part hit your most sensitive spot directly and had your attention turned all the way back to him immediately. Gripping his hair as you rode him, you felt the pressure of his teeth on your shoulder as he bit back a moan. You slowed your pace and tilted his face up to see yours.

“Be as loud as you want baby, we wanna hear you,” you assured him and he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, skin flushed and lips bitten. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

Pulling you back towards him so you were flesh to flesh, his hips snapped up into you with renewed vigour as his lips found your neck. Right next to another small mark Loba had left not a few moments earlier, he tentatively suckled on your skin until it bloomed. He swore he wasn’t a jealous person, he just wanted things to be even. His lips slowly trailed down towards your chest until he found one of your breasts, ready and waiting for him.

You let your head fall back. His consistent pumping up into you, filling you over and over and his tongue on your nipple combined with the knowledge that Loba was watching and enjoying all of this was quickly becoming too much for you to handle. You felt his cock twitch within you again.

You cupped his face in your hands as you brought him away from your nipple to press his swollen lips to yours again. That was when he reached between you and let his fingers trail over you clit. A cry escaped you. You were reaching the point of overstimulation and it felt like heaven.

When his thrusts became distractingly fast, you had to leave his lips but still held his face in your hands. “Come for me baby,” you told him and he felt his mind going numb. A few more thrusts and he was spent, all low moans and mumbles as he buried his face in your chest. His warm release within you felt so good, coating your walls and making you feel so wonderfully full. The coil in your stomach was wound, near the point of breaking now, but it wasn’t enough for you to reach your peak.

You just held each other for a few moments, petting over his hair as you relaxed in his arms. Even though you hadn’t come a second time that didn’t matter all that much when he still managed to make you feel as good as he did. When he caught his breath he looked up at you and frowned, “You didn’t-“

Loba was quick to interrupt him. She was up from her chair and walking towards you the moment you had regulated your breathing, “I’ll take care of that, pretty boy. Go take a minute.” With one last kiss and a groan as he pulled out of you, he reluctantly lifted you off his lap and sat you gently on your bed. He usually held you for hours after sex so this was new for him but just as he was learning to trust, he was also learning to compromise.

Loba bent down beside you as Crypto got up from your bed, tilting your chin upwards with her fingertip. “Ooh what a mess he made, hmm? Guess I had better help you clean up.” You were already oh so sensitive but your release was building again, all worked up from Crypto’s cock but surely going to be finished by Loba’s fingers.

Her touch was so different to Crypto’s, so delicate yet precise. She Plucked your body as if you were a harp, and she was a harpist with the most experienced hands. Her hands trailed over your shoulders and your chest, a nipple pinched and pressed deliciously between her fingers. With a few strange movements of your legs, Loba manoeuvres you by your hips, weaving your legs together. She draws her fingers up the underside of your thigh then down your lower leg, teasingly with a wicked grin plastered across her face as she does.

Loba scoots you closer together, her hands exploring your thighs as she goes, until you’re so close to her that you can feel the heat of her pussy against your own. She pulls you in for a kiss again and you take a handful of her full breasts. Loba rocks forward suddenly, rubbing your dripping cores together. She was most definitely keeping herself busy whilst you were with Crypto because she was soaking. Your pussy was so sensitive, so worked-up again that even the slightest touch had you reeling. Another slow grind and Loba’s eyes flutter closed. A twist of your thighs and you were fully locked together, her core providing yours with a delicious pressure. With a groan, Loba favoured a rougher rolling motion, her nails clawing at your thighs as your clits rub together.

“Shit!” Loba cries and her hips jerk into yours more sloppily. It was rare to see her so needy. The pressure from her clit on yours and the way her face contorted in pure pleasure had your insides twisting until you felt the dam burst for the second time that night. You found her lips again as you felt her too reach her release soon after, panting between kisses and cursing. Her movements slowed, as did your own until you were faced with the task of untangling from one another. “Guess we were pretty worked up, huh?” She asks and you nod in agreement, “You still have another round left in you? Pizza guy won’t be here for another twenty minutes…”

You were exhausted, dripping wet and still trying to catch your breath but you still managed to stifle out another “Yes, please.” You couldn’t get enough of them and you were dying to have them both at once. You felt more than just lust for these two. They made you feel loved, feel safe. All three of you had issues with connecting to people, whether it was simple distrust or even trauma but you were lucky enough to find one another. All the time spent with them trying to take down the Syndicate made Loba and Crypto learn to trust other people again. Not only that, they learned to care for you and in-turn allowed you to care for them. And being cared for wasn’t something either of them imagined would happen any time soon. Your tenderness and love made them feel human again like they were more than just their past.

“What do you think? Up for round three?” You looked to Taejoon and saw him sitting where Loba had been. When he moved one of his hands away from his lap to smooth his hair back from his face, you saw his cock was already erect again.

His chest heaved. “Are you sure you can take any more,애인(lover)?” Sitting up on your elbows now you looked at him and then to Loba who lay beside you, trailing her smooth fingertips up and down your arms. Excitement bubbled within you again.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

They were both beside you in an instant. You weren’t sure who was touching where and frankly you couldn’t care less. Feeling both their bodies on yours at once felt amazing, your skin tingling all over as you knelt sandwiched between them. Despite your oversensitivity, you welcomed the metallic fingertips that found your folds again. You were so, helplessly wet. Your multiple releases, coupled with Loba and Crypto’s had your thighs and sheets a mess. The cold metal of Crypto’s fingers were a wonderful contrast to the warmth of your pussy as he trailed along, up and down your lips, purposely avoiding where you wanted him to touch.

He left your lips in favour of hooking a finger inside you again. The friction was welcome but it wasn’t enough. “Please!” You whimpered and you heard Loba chuckle.

“Oh, baby girl, are you eager for his cock again? It’s a shame we aren’t at my place, you could’ve had mine as well.” Crypto raised a brow at that. You just whined at the thought of Loba’s strap.

He hummed as he found your clit with his thumb as he continued to draw his finger in and out of you. “Crypto, please!”

“I think you should tell him what you want him to do, sweetheart.”

“Please fuck me. I-I need-” You cut yourself off with a moan of his name and Crypto thought he might just die. He leant down to kiss your lips, rougher than usual now but still gentle. When he pulled back from you and gave you a chance to lay back, he had his dick in his hand and took his sweet time coating the tip in your juices, slowly dragging it through your folds.

“Ready for me?” he asked and you nodded. He tugged your knees around his hips and he leant between your legs and slowly entered you, inch by inch until you felt that wonderful fullness again. He let out a shaky breath and a gasp as he entered you. You felt so warm, so soft and so unmistakably you that he had a hard time moving for a moment for fear he might lose composure too soon and leave you disappointed for a second time. When you gave him the okay to move, Loba began teasing your breasts again, but you had other ideas for her.

“Sit-” A particularly drawn-out thrust from Crypto had your words misforming, “-On my face?” you asked her. Seeing as how Loba hadn’t garnered all that much from tonight’s proceedings, you were eager to make her feel good.

Her lips twisted into a smirk as she drew back from your chest, “Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” Crypto slowed his movements to let you two get comfortable. Loba now knelt beside your head, swung one leg over your head as you lay flat upon the bed so she now kneeled directly above you. It was the perfect access point. None of the pressure was on you, only what you wanted there to be.

Pulling her down by the hips until her core ghosted so close to your lips that your exhale made her shiver, you made sure you had a good enough grip on her even if all her weight was on your mattress. Crypto took Loba’s chin aiming for the heavens as his queue that you were comfortable again and started back at a slow pace. He always liked to alternate between almost teasingly slow, slow enough that you got needy when he pulled fully out of you, before you the exact pace that you needed from him.

Loba tried not to grind against your face but your actions did nothing to deter her from it. She was extremely responsive to any stimulation she received and your tongue was right up there as one of her favourite ways to be pleasured. Your strokes were careful, teasing and just how she liked it. Although your body jerked forward with each thrust from Crypto, Loba didn’t seem to mind and simply rocked her hips along your face in time with his movements. Each time he pulled back out of you only to fully sheath himself inside you again, a small gasp or moan escaped you. The vibrations just made Loba’s experience even better, small rhythmic cries falling from her lips.

When you felt Crypto’s fingers on your mound again, you had to lift Loba off you slightly to breathe. He always knew exactly where and how to touch you and even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his soft laugh at the sound you made when he circled your clit. The feeling of being filled over and over by his thick member was divine in and of itself, his girth allowed him to rub your walls with ease especially at the angle he had you in now. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he kept your lower half-raised slightly off the bed. But combined with his hands? It was difficult to concentrate on anything but.

The more you got distracted by Crypto, the needier Loba became, jerking her hips in tiny thrusts to enable some kind of friction. Your fingers dimpled the backs of her thighs to keep her in place as you tried to make up for your few distracted moments. She was getting close now, you could feel it. The poor woman wasn’t used to actually being on the receiving end of such things until she met you.

“I think I’m going to come,” Crypto said with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a barely spoken curse.

“Me too.” She whined, “Pick up the pace, Hacker.” She leant back on her heels to the point where she was nearly sitting on your chest now, a hand in your hair and the other keeping herself steady. Unable to tear her eyes away from your face as you worked on her, an intense ripple of pleasure rushed through her when your eyes met hers. As you tugged her clit back between your lips and sucked all whilst flicking it with your tongue over and over, she was done for. Her head dropped back and her hands now gripped your head with all her desperate strength as she cried a far louder noise than you had ever heard from her before. Her release fell from her entrance right onto your wait tongue, making sure to keep up the intensity until you felt her body relax within your arms.

“Shit!” Crypto cursed and you felt his cock again twitch within you as Loba rolled off to your side, “Are you close?” He asked, voice strained and breathless.

“Yes!” Now that Loba was off of you, you were free to reach forward and cling to him, nails digging into the back of his shoulders and dragging him back down onto the bed with you. With the new angle, his cock hit right where you needed it, the tip brushing over your g-spot over and over as his hand continued to work on your clit. You were almost there now, he could feel it. You felt so good, clenching and releasing around him as a new rush of moisture left you. Loba decided at that moment that sucking one of your nipples into her mouth was a good idea. Suffice to say: It was and it very nearly finished you off. You looked up at them above you, their focus solely on you as they worked and shaped your flesh to bring you the most pleasure they could.

It was only when Crypto leaned in to kiss you that you finally came for the third time that night. Neither he nor Loba ceased their efforts until your orgasm fully ceased. Wave upon wave of glorious pleasure washed over you. Your release was enough for Crypto to come again too, his face buried in your neck as he whimpered. Your oversensitive walls welcomed the sensation of him filling you again.

Loba collapsed at your side and Crypto basically flattened out on top of you before realising that maybe wasn’t the best idea and rolling off of you. Their hands were still on you. Gentle, loving caresses as you caught your breath and fully came down from your high. Your skin still pleasantly tingled from their touch, small shivers still coursing through from your orgasm. All three of you were spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Your muscles still felt soft but you knew you would be sore in the morning. All you wanted to do right now was to lay with them. Feel their arms around you and them in yours. Have Loba hold you from behind whilst Crypto buried his face in your shoulder and clung to you like a Koala bear. You just wanted to drift off in their arms.

But then the doorbell decided it was going to ring.

Crypto moved to get it but Loba stopped him. “No no no, you go to the bathroom. I’ll get it.” Before pulling Crypto’s shirt over her head again and attempting to fix her hair, she covered you with your sheets, a wad of cash in her hand ready for the delivery driver. She looked adorable in such a long t-shirt, so long it came to her mid-thighs. A plain black t-shirt with no shape and clearly sex-tousled hair yet she still looked like she belonged in a magazine.

“Pizza’s finally here!” She exclaimed, kicking the door shut behind her, a large flat box in her hand. Her other hand was empty and the massive bundle of cash was nowhere to be found.

“How much was the pizza, Loba?”

She shrugged as she set the box down atop your covers, “No idea, you know I like to tip big!” Crypto returned from the bathroom, wearing only his pair of sweatpants you had given Loba earlier, “Off you go, your turn.” She nodded towards the bathroom. She was very responsible when it came to after sex. As much as you wanted to sleep afterwards, she was always adamant you go clean yourself up first. It was one of her rare ways of showing how much she cared.

When you were finished, you toddled out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, feeling decidedly underdressed before Taejoon noticed you rummaging for something comfortable and tossed you the very shirt he was wearing that day, with a smile. That left none for him but he didn’t seem to mind. As you pulled the fabric over your head, you couldn’t help but inhale his scent that lingered.

The three of you sat on your bed in relative silence, eating the lukewarm pizza until your hunger ceased. For once, Crypto was the first to interrupt the silence when he left the bed to check up on the decryption status, “Another nine hours until the decryption is complete”.

Loba yawned, both from tiredness and at the thought of waiting nine hours for anything, “Well, in that case, we had better get comfortable.” She took the empty pizza box from your bed and discarded it by your desk.

After gathering up all the courage your tired brain could muster, “So… what do you say you guys both sleep here tonight?” You asked. Crypto was already stretched out at your back, his arms wrapping around you and his warmth seeping into you when he said, “No, I think we should awkwardly go back to our own rooms and talk in the morning.” You scoffed, knowing he was joking, he took every given opportunity to have you in his arms.

Loba stood at the edge of your bed like she was actually considering what he said to be something other than sarcasm. She rarely stayed with you after sex. Even in her own apartment, she would place a kiss on your temple then leave no doubt to pull some kind of heist. It was almost like she was afraid to get too attached to you like someone might take her from you as well as everyone else she had ever loved. But now, as she looked at you, your eyes all soft all and pleading, she thought back to only a few hours ago in the medbay when you fretted over Crypto and had told her you would do the same for her. She realised she could more than just meaningless material things and vengeance. She finally felt like she deserved more.

She sighed, “Well, alright. Not like I’m doing anything else tonight.” And so she clambered beneath the covers and into your open arms. “Have we done enough to satisfy?” She asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your legs were already beginning to ache and your entire body felt like each nerve ending and been caressed.

“Just being able to spend time with you both is already enough,” Her hand came to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. You felt Crypto place a kiss on the top of your head as he allowed himself to relax a little more, his body near-painted onto the back of yours, “But yes, thoroughly. You’re both so wonderful that I never really thought to stop and wonder what it would be like to have you together and it was better than I ever could have hoped for. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Oh sweetheart, you do so much more for us than we could ever hope to repay.” She pecked your check.

“More than we deserve.”

“That’s not true, Ta-” you cut yourself off, “That’s not true. You shouldn’t have to worry about the Syndicate or Revenant trying to take you out every ten minutes. You deserve to be happy and safe a-and loved. As long as I’m around, I’ll do my best to make sure you feel that way. Because I know that’s not something neither of you have had in a very long time.”

Taejoon tightened his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest. He placed one hand over yours as you rested it on Loba’s side, his fingers interlocking with yours. That meant so much more to him than he would ever let on in front of Loba. Meanwhile, you could see the water pooling in the corners of her eyes as she looked at you so endearingly. She brought her lips to yours for a moment, in the softest kiss you’d ever felt from her before she nuzzled her nose into your cheek.

Sandwiched between them in a mess of warm and tangled limbs, you felt safe and for once, they did too. Loba was the first to drift off to sleep, her grip on you going lax as her breath evened. You felt Crypto shift behind you slightly, his arm beneath you no doubt beginning to go numb.

“It’s alright, you can rest. We’ll still be here when you wake up.” He whispered, voice as soft as he could make it.

And so you did. With Loba sound asleep in your arms and Taejoon wrapping you up in his, you let your tired limbs melt into the soft mattress below and your heavy eyelids close for the night.

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yandere-society · 6 years ago

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Reincarnate

Synopsis: ‘Taehyung hates his immortal life, rueing the day Namjoon blessed him with eternity. But now, a hundred years later, he stumbles across someone who he— who they— want to keep forever.’

Pairing: Taehyung × Fem!Reader × Namjoon

Genre: Inspired by Interview with a Vampire, Horror

Word Count: 7K

Admin: @chimchimsauce

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, descriptions of manipulation and physical harm. Please read with caution.

Rain patters peacefully against the large diner windows, blurring the lights of the cars passing by on the highway. The smell of cheap coffee wafts through the air as a tired-looking waitress wipes a rag over the empty countertop.

YN sighs, eyeing her own cup of now cold coffee and watery grits. She’s ordered almost an hour ago to calm her nerves about her upcoming interview. But with each minute that passes by, the reporter becomes more and more aware that the mysterious man on the phone had stood her up. She really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. She gets more prank calls than actual ones.

And yet, the disappointment is still there. The man who called her only this afternoon seemed much different from the giggling teenagers who claimed to have the latest scoop. His voice had been heavenly, enchanting even. Surely a voice like that couldn’t belong to a prankster.

Her rubbery eggs suggest otherwise.

Rising in anger (both at the mystery man for ditching and at herself for sitting here this long) YN begins to pack her bag, shoving notebooks and recorders into her small satchel before plopping two dollars on the table as a tip. When she turns to go, however, the woman nearly screams out in fright, startled by the stranger standing right in front of her.

Any snarky remark she intended on delivering falls dead on her tongue as her eyes widen, taking in the man before her. YN can confidently say in the twenty-four years she’s been alive, she’s never seen someone so beautiful. She openly stares at him, taking in his tall height, broad shoulders, large hands, and perfectly sculpted face. Even his attire is gorgeous. His fitted shirt hugs his body closely, jeans hanging on his waist loosely, ears pierced with sparkly silver jewelry.

This man belongs on a runway, not in a run-down diner under a highway.

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says jovially, not uncomfortable at the slightest due to her blatant staring.

“I - what?” YN asks, finally coming back to reality.

The stranger doesn’t respond, sliding into the other side of the booth and propping his head on his hands, looking at her endearingly. It causes color to rush to YN’s cheeks as she sits down just as quickly as she stood, trying to seem less frazzled than she really is.

“It’s okay,” the reporter says, finally putting two and two together and realizing that the handsome stranger was the one who called her, “Things happen,”

He smiles lazily, the expression sending YN’s heart into overdrive.

“Thanks for being so understanding,” he says with that beautiful voice of his, “I had a . . . prior engagement,”

His easy smile morphs into an amused one, making YN believe he’s referencing some inside joke she doesn’t understand.

“Would you like to order something? Coffee maybe?”

“I’m good, thank you,” he responds.

“Ah, well,” YN starts, trying to move on.

She really needs a story. The small newspaper she works for has had declining numbers this entire year. She’s afraid if she doesn’t write something spectacular, she’ll be laid off. YN rummages through her bag and sets up her recorder.

“You don’t mind, do you?” YN asks, looking up at the man.

He just shakes his head, the amused look on his face staying firm. It doesn’t quite sit right with her.

“You said you believe a vampire is behind the recent animal attacks that have been plaguing the town,” she asks once she’s certain that the device is recording.

She’s not one to waste time.

“Mmhm,” the man says, still grinning.

“And why is that, Mr . . .” YN trails off, realizing that she doesn’t know the man’s name.

He didn’t mention it earlier on the phone.

“Kim,” he says, “Kim Taehyung,”

For some inexplicable reason, that name seems familiar to her. She can’t tell where she’s heard it before, the memory lurking right out of her reach.

“Mr. Kim,” YN says, licking her suddenly parched lips, “You are aware that vampires are just myths, aren’t you? Especially around this season, it can be easy to blur the lines between fantasy and reality,”

For the first time since they’ve met, Taehyung’s eternal smile droops.

“Believe me, Beastie, vampires are most certainly real,”

“As fascinating as that would be to believe,” YN says, ignoring his strange conviction, “The attacks have been reported by the authorities as animal attacks. It’s not uncommon for a wolf to wander into town, considering Mistyhollow is completely surrounded by woods.”

Mistyhollow, the town YN grew up in, as the most uninteresting place on Earth. Even as a child, the sleepy town made YN restless, made her want to escape and see the real world. College had been that escape for her, but once both of her parents passed away in a freak accident, YN had no other choice but to come back and sort everything out.

The guilt is what made her stay. Her parents had been driving up to surprise her for her birthday when a semi-truck came out of nowhere and totaled their car and took both of them out of this world. YN couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, couldn’t turn her back of the town her parents loved.

So now, five years later, YN is still stuck here at this place, chasing adventure the only way she knows how.

“No animal has the prowess to kill the exact same way every time. Every person who was murdered died because of a fatal wound right here,”

The man - Taehyung - places two of his long fingers over his jugular.

“How did you know that?” YN asks, bewildered.

That information hadn’t been released to the public. The only way YN knows it to be true is because the chief of police - an old friend of her father’s - mentioned it to her when he came over to check on her last weekend. The large spike in murders caused the middle-aged man to worry for her safety, especially since he had taken it upon himself to watch over her ever since her parents passed.

“Because I know who killed them,” Taehyung says breezily and without a care in the world.

YN’s heartbeat skyrockets. She’s never seen Taehyung before tonight and Mistyhollow is small enough that she knows almost everyone. There’s a very real possibility that he indeed was the one to kill all those people or that he’s in cahoots with them.

The woman’s fear must be evident in her expression because Taehyung continues.

“Don’t be afraid. There won’t be any more murders in this town after tonight,” he tries (and fails) to soothe her.

YN stands up, story be damned. She’s not sitting next to a murderer for one second longer.

But before she can even blink, Taehyung is in front of her, cold hand wrapped around her wrist. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough to prevent her escape.

“Off so soon, miss LN? I haven’t even given you my story yet,”

Taehyung is incredibly bemused, YN’s growing terror causing him to smile.

“Let me go,” she demands, trying to free herself, “Or I’ll scream,”

“Go ahead,” Taehyung offers, not moving an inch.

The coldness seems to spread throughout her body the longer he’s touching her.

YN doesn’t hesitate. She screams at the top of her lungs, the sound sharp and shrill, every ounce of fear forcing its way out.

But nothing happens. No one comes running as she’d hoped they would. It’s at this moment that YN realizes that the two of them are all alone.

“I came here to be interviewed,” Taehyung says, “It’s incredibly rude to run out on me, especially since I had to travel such a long distance,”

“Please don’t kill me,” YN pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

She’s terrified, completely frozen in place.

“Kill you?” Taehyung asks as if the thought had never occurred to him, “Of course not, beastie. I’d never hurt you,”

His words are much too loving for the situation they’re currently in.

“Then what do you want from me?” YN asks, brain coming up with a million different scenarios, some even worse than death.

“I just want you to listen to me. Is that so much to ask?”

“N-no,” YN says, willing to go along with whatever he says until she can figure out a way to escape.

“Good. It’s nice to see you obedient for once, Beastie,” Taehyung says, guiding her back to her spot in the booth and finally releasing her.

She knows that another attempt to run would not be smart.

“Now where were we,” Taehyung asks, settling back in, “Ah, right. You don’t believe in vampires. I don’t blame you. I didn’t either. Not at first,”

“Do you have any proof?” YN forces herself to ask, continuing to play her role.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thinking.

“You know, I think I’d like to order something after all,”

And just like that, the waitress reappears from the kitchen, approaching the table as normal, as if she hadn’t heard YN scream only moments ago. The reporter is completely stunned. The waitress doesn’t even look at her. She’s standing too stiffly for her stance to appear normal, a dazed, glazed look in her eyes.

“Hi, doll,” Taehyung regards the lady with a patronizing tone even though she’s old enough to be his mother, “I’ll take a cup of coffee,”

As the waitress walks away, YN notices the two puncture wounds in her neck, right where all the other victims had been attacked. Her mouth dries out as she tries to swallow, noticing the blood oozing from the wounds. When she’s finally able to tear her eyes from the sight, her eyes connect with Taehyung’s.

“Persuasion works really well right after I bite someone,” he says casually, dragging his tongue across his lengthened canines, “She’ll be fine soon enough,”

YN is silent, struggling to process what’s going on.

Vampires are real. Vampires have been behind the mass murders in town. The man in front of her is a vampire.

For some reason, it isn’t nearly as difficult to accept as she’d thought.

“Why tell me this?” YN finds herself asking as the waitress hands Taehyung his coffee.

He swaps his fresh cup for YN’s cold one.

“You wanted a story didn’t you, Beastie?” Taehyung asks, “So I’m going to tell you a story. Listen well and drink that coffee, we’re gonna be here a while.”

The day was sunny. Taehyung never knew how much he would grow to hate sunny days. It was sunny when a snake shot out and bit his new wife, sickening her until she faded away like snow in spring, taking their unborn child with her.

The funeral was held on a sunny day. Taehyung’s tears and bloodshot eyes did not match the warm green grass and cheerful birds. And so he retreated into his too big, too empty house, unaware of the calculating eyes watching his every move.

Time went by in a haze of bar fights and blowing his money in the whore house, desperate to feel something - anything. But no matter what the twenty-three-year-old did, all he felt was empty. He’d loved his wife so completely that her death seemed to destroy him as well.

It was another one of those nights where the man was drunk just as the sky turned dark, getting yelled at for cheating at the game of cards he’d just won. Staggering, Taehyung stumbles to his feet, raising his fists for another fight. But before the seething man across from him can sock him in the throat, someone pulls him away, spewing apologies to the other man and hurrying the both of them away before Taehyung can cause even more trouble.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to look at who his savior is. The world is spinning too much for him to care about anything. His shoes catch on the ground, causing him to lurch forward only to be rescued by the stranger at the last second. The sudden change in momentum is the final straw for Taehyung. He gags before puking all over himself and the floor, probably getting some on the stranger based on the sound of displeasure he makes.

The stranger drops Taehyung, the man landing in a heap on the ground. Taehyung groans but doesn’t complain, content being trash on the side of the road.

“Honestly,” the stranger begins, “You’re quite a mess, aren’t you, Taehyung,”

He crouches beside Taehyung, finally giving the drunk a look at his face.

The stranger is handsome, tall and poised. The smile on his face is wicked and mischievous causing Taehyung’s heart to sink to his stomach.

“You even ruined my coat,” he says, tutting slightly as if scolding a small child, “But I’m sure you’ll make it up to me,”

“Who are you?” Taehyung asks, the feeling of danger boiling in his stomach.

There’s something off about this man, something sinister.

“Why, I’m your guardian angel,” he says, lips stretching even farther in an unnatural grin.

“Tell me,” he continues once it’s clear that Taehyung has no desire to reply, “Do you want to die?”

“Yes,” the fallen man says quickly, startling himself.

It’s a thought that has been bouncing around his skull ever since his wife died, ever since he realized how alone and miserable he’s been.

“Say your prayers, then,” the stranger says.

In the blink of an eye, the other man is on him, hand tangling into his hair and yanking his head to the side, exposing his neck. Pain radiates through Taehyung as long fangs force their way into his neck, red hot pain shooting through his nervous system.

Taehyung tries to scream but the sound is muffled by the stranger’s hand. The vampire’s eyes flutter closed as he draws in mouthful after mouthful, a near euphoric sensation causing a moan to get caught in his throat.

This desperate man has some of the best blood the vampire’s ever tasted and he’s going to drain him dry.

Despite claiming that he wanted to die only moments ago, Taehyung fights back as best he can, feebly punching at the man and trying to dislodge his fangs from his throat. Prey fighting back usually annoys the vampire but he finds himself in a good mood, pulling away to look Taehyung in the eyes.

“I thought you wanted to die,” he says, amusement lacing his tone as his tongue darts out and licks his bloodstained teeth clean, “Have you changed your mind?”

Taehyung nods as best he can, fiercely glaring at the vampire with a passion that makes the other’s toes curl in delight. He’s going to be a lot of fun.

“Let me cut you a deal, then,” the vampire begins, “I’ll save you, make you like me, but you’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

Taehyung nods again, his world slowly turning black.

And then the vampire is on him again, draining him nearly dry before using his fang to tear into his own wrist, placing his dripping arm up to the dying man and forcing him to drink. Taehyung soon becomes greedy, grasping onto the stranger with as much strength as he has, trying to pull more of the pure power into him.

“That’s enough,” the stranger says, attempting to pull away.

Turning someone else always drains his energy.

Taehyung doesn’t respond, trying to keep drinking his blood. Growing angry, the stranger rips Taehyung off of him, raising both of them into the air and over the neighboring harbor, his clawed hands coming up to strangle him.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls out, eyes as dark as pitch, “I’m the one in charge. Don’t test me,”

And with that, he drops Taehyung into the water.

“The vampire who changed me is named Namjoon,” Taehyung says, watching YN’s hands tremble as she tries to drink the coffee as he told her too, “He’s an insufferable bastard. Manipulative, selfish, mean. I hated him,”

“Then why,” YN begins, “Did you have him save you?”

Her question is hesitant. She’s equally afraid of asking the wrong thing and asking nothing at all.

“I had no idea what my life would turn into,” Taehyung says, a faraway look in his eyes, “If I’d known how it would go, I would have had him kill me . . . or maybe I wouldn’t have,”

His statement is confusing but YN doesn’t push any further.

“My new life began once I crawled out of the water like a drowned rat. I didn’t notice anything different at first. Namjoon wasn’t there and besides an intense ache in my throat, I didn’t feel any better. So I hauled my ass home,”

He pauses. YN gets the impression that talking about his transformation isn’t something Taehyung enjoys doing. It makes her question why he’s forcing this interview.

“The full moon is when it happened. The blood finally took over me. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I had escaped into the night and stumbled my way to the cemetery in my back yard. It was a rather morbid time if I think about it,”

“When was this?”

“Seventeen ninety-one,” he replies.

YN tries to hide her shock. The man in front of her is hundreds of years old.

She must have failed because he laughs slightly.

“I’ve aged rather well, haven’t I, Beastie?”

She nods numbly.

“And then the change came. Namjoon appeared. He watched me be ripped apart from the inside and put back together without even flinching. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably a few hours at most. It was still dark when I awoke,”

“What was different?” YN asks, continuing to play her role.

If she somehow manages to escape this diner, she’ll be able to say that she actually had an interview with a vampire.

“Everything,” he says breathlessly, “Everything I thought I knew to be true was a lie. Being human is seeing the world through a filtered, muddied window. Becoming a vampire was like removing the lense. Everything is clearer, sharper,” he lifts his head up, staring at the ceiling, “I can see every flake of paint, every dust molecule drifting through the air. I can hear your heartbeat and the cars on the highway a hundred miles from here,”

“That seems,” YN begins, searching for the right word, “Overwhelming,”

“It was. My whole world had shifted on its axis and started spinning the opposite way,”

Taehyung lay gasping, struggling to pull in air for his burning lungs.

“You can give that up,” Namjoon says, appearing from wherever he’d been hiding and landing softly on the dirt next to Taehyung, “Your lungs don’t work anymore. Stop trying to breathe,”

Seeing as it felt as if the new vampire was suffocating he does as told, holding his breath until his lungs stop screaming.

“You don’t need to breathe any longer,” Namjoon says, leaning over the crumpled Taehyung with a grin on his face, “But I imagine you’re rather hungry,”

It’s as if the words ignited a thirst in Taehyung. He began to claw at his throat as it burned, the need for blood overcoming him.

“Let’s go hunt, shall we? I wouldn’t want my new companion to die of thirst,” Namjoon says jovially, helping Taehyung up and dusting his clothes off.

“You can at least try to be presentable,” he scolds, “You are the head of an estate. You must look the part,”

“How did you know that?” Taehyung asks, eyes taking in all of the new sights and scents he hadn’t been able to register before.

“I know everything,” Namjoon says dismissively.

“Now,” he continues, clapping his hands together, “Follow me,”

And with those final words, Namjoon speeds off. If Taehyung had still been human, he wouldn’t have been able to see him. But his new vampiric sight allowed him to see every step the other took, every swish of his hair as he ducked and dodged branches.

With the thirst growing stronger every second, Taehyung follows him, eager for the feeling to go away. It doesn’t take him long to catch up with Namjoon despite running headfirst into a couple of trees as he tried to get used to his new speed.

Surprisingly, Namjoon doesn’t tease or scold him. The elder vampire simply crouches down at the edge of the forest, looking out into a clearing where a small, shoddily put together house stands. Light blinks in one of the thin windows, Taehyung’s new sight allowing him to make out the candle and the wax that slowly slides down the side.

“Tell me,” Namjoon asks, voice so quiet it would be undetectable by humans, “What do you hear?”

The question annoys Taehyung. He just wants to quench his thirst. But something tells him that Namjoon could end him easily if he stepped out of line. So he obliges, closing his eyes to try and better hear. He picks up the sound of three heartbeats.

“People,” he says, finally, “I hear their heartbeats,”

“Very good,” Namjoon praises, “How many?”

“Three?”

“Wonderful. You’re doing very well, pet. Soon enough you’ll be able to tell even more about prey before you’re anywhere near them. But those skills come with practice. Let’s go eat, hm? The blood in these humans isn’t nearly as delicious as some others, but it will do for now.”

Before any reasonable part of his brain can stop him, Taehyung rushes after Namjoon as they make their way over to the house.

“Now we could just break in and drain them,” Namjoon says to the salivating Taehyung, “But there isn’t any fun in that. Hunting is an art form. Watch.”

The suave vampire raps his knuckles on the door. When it isn’t immediately answered, he knocks again, this time harder. Shuffling can be heard in the small cabin as someone stirs awake, taking the lit candle and peeping through the door hesitantly.

“Hello,” the man begins, clearly confused as to why he has visitors at this late hour.

“Hello,” Namjoon says, barely containing his smile, “My companion and I,” he grips the slightly disheveled Taehyung, pulling him closer, “Were wondering if you could perhaps allow us to stay the night at your wonderful home. You see, we’ve become quite lost and -”

The human slams the door in their faces before Namjoon can even finish. He snarls at the door.

“How rude! And to think, I was going to kill him first so he didn’t have to watch his wife and child die first. Do you see what I get for being so kind?” Namjoon rants, turning to Taehyung.

It’s clear that he wants him to agree. Taehyung nods. The thirst grows more each moment. It’s all he can focus on.

“I’ll draw it out then. Alright,” Namjoon says, ripping the door entirely off of its hinges.

The screaming inside is instant. Namjoon pounces upon the man from earlier, sinking his teeth deep into his flesh. The wife scrambles to protect the screaming child, a boy of eleven or so. But Taehyung is too far gone to process his actions. In the blink of an eye, the new vampire has the woman pinned against the wall, hands squeezing her neck so tightly that it breaks, killing her mid-scream. Taehyung’s mouth aches as fangs push through his gums and find their way into the woman’s shoulder, pulling in mouthful after mouthful. He isn’t sure how long it takes but soon enough her body is completely drained.

The blinding thirst has absolved quite a bit, but it still taunts him, still calls for him to drink more. So he turns to the crying child huddled in the corner, barely registering the joy in Namjoon’s face and the horror in the man’s as he’s forced to watch.

The child doesn’t have a chance. Taehyung bites his shoulder, growing annoyed as he struggles and screams loudly. Without pulling away, he reaches a hand up and crushes his skull, effectively silencing him. After draining him completely, Taehyung licks the streams of blood off his ruined face, sighing in relief at the fullness he feels.

It’s only then when he registers what he’s done.

“My humanity was gone,” Taehyung says, watching the expressions on YN’s face. “Namjoon and I went on a violent killing spree for the first month after my transformation. We killed everyone we came across,”

YN swallows.

How many people must he have killed? Taehyung is over two hundred years old. The number has got to be in the thousands.

“And after I settled into my transformation, once I was free from the desire for blood constantly hanging over my head, I began to hate what I was, what I choose to become. I am a murderer. I steal the lives of innocent people just so I can creep through the night forever. But I could not freely express these emotions. Namjoon was extremely temperamental back then. One wrong word and he’d have me pinned against the ceiling,”

YN chews her lip. She wants to ask more about the relationship between the two men but she also doesn’t want to end up dead on the floor.

“Go ahead, Beastie,” Taehyung prompts, staring at her with eyes too beautiful to belong to a soulless creature such as himself, “Ask your question,”

YN’s cheeks heat up. He’d caught her off guard.

“What exactly . . . was your relationship? With Namjoon?”

Her words are hesitant.

The vampire seems to think for a moment.

“Companions, I suppose,” he says after a pause, “Sometimes more. Often times less. Namjoon always wanted something. He changed me because I had the ability to amuse him. He’d been watching me for quite a while. Namjoon knew the money and influence I held and wanted it for himself. I was nothing more than a plaything for him in the beginning,”

“That sounds toxic,”

“That’s not even the half of it,” he says, laughing a little.

YN supposes that it’s been long enough that he can laugh about it.

“Eventually I grew tired of it,” Taehyung says, becoming more serious, “Namjoon was so happy and I was even more miserable than I was as a human. And one day at dinner I just snapped,”

“Your servants are great cooks. Too bad I can’t enjoy any of the food,” Namjoon says, poking a turkey with a solid silver fork.

A golden goblet sits to his right, filled to the brim with blood. Namjoon’s ringed fingers daintily wrap around the glass’ stem, bringing it to his mouth, his lips painted ruby.

Taehyung sits opposite him, his own glass still full. He cringes internally, thinking of the servants Namjoon put under persuasion to go into the town and kidnap people, only to lock them in the cellar to be used as personal blood bags.

Namjoon shares none of this guilt, jovially chatting away and enjoying his expensive clothes, all bought with Taehyung’s money.

“The decor in here is a little dated, don’t you think, pet? So last century. I say we redecorate,”

“You say a lot,” Taehyung spits, unable to hold his tongue for a moment longer.

Namjoon’s happy expression hardens.

“Oh?”

It’s a challenge, clear as day.

Normally Taehyung would back down immediately, but he’s had enough.

“But you never say anything important. All you do is ramble on and on. Don’t you ever get tired of yourself? I certainly do,” Taehyung snaps.

It feels good to let it all out.

The fork Namjoon had been holding bends in half in his grip.

“You’re an ungrateful brat, you know that?” Namjoon says, struggling to keep his cool, “I give you eternal life and you treat me like this?”

“I’d rather be dead,” Taehyung says, glaring at his ‘savior’.

“That can be arranged,”

And with that, Namjoon launches himself over the table and at Taehyung. The younger vampire was ready, however, and soon a brawl broke out. The two of them completely trashed the banquet hall, Taehyung knocking over a candle and setting the luxurious rug on fire.

The vampires don’t notice, continuing to fight each other viciously. It’s only when the ceiling begins to fall around them that they break away and escape the house fire.

It’s chaos outside as servants scream and search for each other.

“Look what you did,” Namjoon growls, his fancy clothes charred, no longer looking even close to their original glory, “Look what you ruined!”

Taehyung pays his creator no mind, watching his home burn to the ground. It sends a bolt of satisfaction through him. That house was where all his happy memories were, where his human life occurred. It should be turned into ashes, just like his soul has been.

“Weren’t you sad that you lost your home?” YN asks.

By now her coffee is completely empty. She grows slightly more courageous as every minute passes. It’s probably the caffeine.

“It felt liberating. That home was where my old life lived. Being there after being turning was another level of torture I hadn’t known I’d been suffering through until it was gone. Abd the look on Namjoon’s face was absolutely worth it,”

“What happened next?” YN asks him.

She’s beginning to get sucked into the story. It almost seems like a demented fairytale.

“We were penniless. Our days of grand parties and servants were over. I had expected Namjoon to abandon me, but I think he realized sticking around would be the perfect payback for ruining his carefully thought out plan,”

Taehyung taps his fingers against the diner table absentmindedly. He comes back to himself, waving a finger in the air to summon the waitress who promptly refills YN’s coffee.

“Thank you,” the reporter murmurs.

Taehyung smiles again, some unreadable emotion hiding behind his eyes.

“For some time,” he continues his tale, “The two of us wandered about, draining people and using their belongings for as long as we could,”

YN winces.

“I know. It was awful. But at the time, there didn’t seem to be anything else we could do. And then it got even worse,”

“How?” YN asks, fingers warm from her cup.

“A sickness came. It was still the time where one person being sick could take a whole town with them. So of course, the blood quality fell tremendously. Vampires can’t contract illnesses, but diseased blood can make us weaker. It was then,” Taaehyung says, locking eyes with the girl in front of him, “that we met her,”

“Her? Who?” YN asks, feeling entirely naked under his intense gaze.

“Elizabeth,” he says with a fondness reserved for those dearest to his heart.

His entire form brightens considerably.

The town around them looks like it got hit by a tornado. Houses are empty and decrepit, windows cracked and door ripped off of their hinges. Crappy, poorly assembled carriages are turned over in the streets.

“Oh great,” Namjoon says as the two vampires make their way through the ghost town, “Everyone’s already dead,”

The elder vampire steps on a dead body, kicking it over with a pout on his face.

“You whine so much,” Taehyung says, peeping into an abandoned house, seeing if anything is able to be salvaged.

He’s rummaging through a set of drawers, only finding old papers and nicknacks.

“You’re a bad luck charm. I’m sure of it,” Namjoon complains, destroying a wall with a half-assed punch.

“Why are you still here then? You’re absolutely welcome to leave,”

“Oh please,” Namjoon says, laying himself over the younger, “You love me too much for me to leave,”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as they continue going through town, looking for people to drain. By the time they’ve reached the final house, hope is almost entirely lost. It’s been a few days since either of them has had blood, weakening the both of them.

As they enter the last house weak footsteps can be heard.

A willow of a girl steps into sight. Her cheeks are sunk in and her body is so thin that it’s obvious that she hasn’t eaten in a long time. Her skin is dirty and caked in dirt, clothes nearly falling off of her. Taehyung guesses that she’s a teenager.

“Can you,” she begins, “Help my mother?”

Taehyung’s eyes are drawn from her form to the dead body curled up on a stack of straw mats.

“She’s ill,”

A pang of sympathy surges through Taehyung.

“Your mother’s dead,” Namjoon tells the girl bluntly, “And you will be too in just a few moments,”

Before he can attack, Taehyung holds his arm in front of Namjoon’s chest, stopping him.

“Don’t,” he says.

Something about the girl is so innocent and sweet. The sudden urge to protect her overwhelms him.

“You want to kill her?” Namjoon asks, surprised.

Taehyung almost always attacks people over the age of thirty. It helps ease his guilt.

“Leave her,” Taehyung says.

She’s trembling now, huddled next to her mother’s corpse. He pities her. He’d done the same thing when his wife died forty years ago.

A sudden, wicked smile emerges on Namjoon’s perfect face.

“I’ll tell you what,” he begins, not even trying to hide the scheming tone in his voice, “I’ll give you two options. Either you turn her,” he pauses, always one for dramatics, “Or I’ll kill her,”

“No,” Taehyung nearly growls out.

He isn’t sure why but the thought of her death makes him angry. Namjoon has obviously picked up on it and is using that sudden determination to manipulate him.

No matter what, some things never change.

“Try and stop me,” the elder says with a cocky grin.

Even though Taehyung has been a vampire for decades, he’s not nearly as strong as Namjoon. Their numerous fights always end with Namjoon winning and boasting about it for weeks afterward.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She smells absolutely divine, the blood thumping just barely under her skin calling to him. He glances once more at Namjoon before approaching the frightened girl.

“What’s your name?” he begins, crouching down next to her.

“E-Elizabeth,” she stutters out.

Taehyung smiles at her sweetly, trying to calm her down so she’s not as frightened for what’s to come.

“Don’t worry, little Elizabeth,” Taehyung says, “You won’t feel the pain for much longer,”

Her eyes are blown wide as Taehyung opens his mouth wider than what should be possible, his sharp fangs glittering in the moonlight filtering in through the broken window. A scream gets caught in the girl’s throat as his fangs sink into her skin.

Her blood is the best he’s ever tasted. His eyes roll back in his head as she struggles against him. Taehyung wraps his arms around her frail body, careful not to crush her bird bones. The blood is almost too delicious to stop but Taehyung pulls away just in time, force-feeding her his own blood as Namjoon had all those years ago.

Namjoon watches with a satisfied grin on his face, loving the way he can jerk the younger around and bend him to his will.

Because the full moon is tonight, Elizabeth’s transformation is nearly instantaneous. Taehyung watches as her cheeks fill out and regain a healthy, youthful glow. Her hair becomes shiny and her cracked, dirty nails grow to a dainty length.

She’s beautiful.

“Are transformations always this stunning?” Taehyung asks Namjoon, looking at the elder in wonder.

“I’m not sure. You’re the only person I’ve ever been able to successfully change,” he says, “But you became so beautiful,: Namjoon says, voice trailing off as he looks at his companion.

Despite the way they always fight and generally have a giant distaste for each other, Taehyung holds a special place in Namjoon’s cold, dead heart. He feels more alive when the other one is around.

The moment is broken when the girl gasps loudly, waking up.

“I loved her,” Taehyung says, “We both did. She was the breath of fresh air we needed in our lives. We bonded over her presence, but we . . . disagreed over how we should teach her,”

Taehyung takes a breath, looking at the face he adores, noticing how it’s ever so slightly different than before. She’s older than she ever got before, her face a little slimmer, her stature a little taller.

“Soon after we found and changed Elizabeth, there was a boat expedition we managed to sneak onto. Namjoon managed to convince Elizabeth to help him rob some of the richer passengers. While I didn’t agree - robbing from the living is quite different than robbing from the dead - it was enough to set us up with a new life,”

YN is quiet, obviously thinking over his story. Taehyung indulges her, remaining silent as well. If he’s learned anything in his time on earth, it’s how to be patient. Even though she doesn’t know it, Taehyung would never hurt her.

“Was it better? Were you happier once you became reestablished again?”

“The wealth didn’t make much of a difference to me,” Taehyung says honestly, “But Namjoon was ecstatic. And so was Elizabeth. Her entire human life had been lived in squalor, so it was just as foreign as her new abilities. It made Namjoon so happy to spoil her. He’d order new dresses to be made almost weekly and always bought her anything her heart desired,”

He speaks of those times fondly, almost happily. It stirs something in her heart.

“But it made her meaner - crueler. And I couldn’t help but get jealous. She was mine. I’d turned her, I was the one who saved her. And yet Namjoon was jeopardizing her time. So I sweet-talked him, played into his ego and greed and got him to spend more time away from the house. He got into stocks and business, stealing from rich business owners while smiling at them.

“Were you together with her? With Elizabeth?”

“I suppose. Nearly,” Taehyung says, pain evident in his tone and facial expression, “We spent so much more time together. For the first time since meeting my wife, I really connected with someone on a deeper level. We would lay together and just talk about whatever. We’d speculate about the future, talk about how we wanted the world to change. I loved her more than anything and I know she loved me too. But then,”

He falls silent again.

“We’d managed to catch the attention of a local cult. One of the leaders worked with Namjoon and convinced him to bring me to a meeting. We’d expected a normal meeting but were subdued with silver chains and taken hostage. But that wasn’t what made me - us so angry. They’d taken Elizabeth. Took her from our safe home and forced her into captivity,”

YN reaches out to the vampire, surprising both of them when her warm hand touches his cold one. She moves to snatch it away but Taehyung quickly interlaces their fingers, preventing her from moving at all.

“They tortured her,” Taehyung spits bitterly, “And then murdered her right in front of our eyes. They pushed her out into the sun and made us watch as she disintegrated,”

“I’m so sorry,” YN says, heart going out to him.

She knows exactly how it feels to lose a loved one.

“They got what they deserved. Someone slipped up and Namjoon and I were able to escape. We slaughtered them all and set their lair on fire,”

YN squeezes his cold hand, all the fear she’d had at the beginning of his tale gone completely,

“Namjoon and I grew closer after losing her. It was devastating to both of us. We were the only comfort the other had. We’d both lost a lover, a companion . . . a friend. We had to become those for each other. But even still, it was a loss we couldn’t recover from,”

“How long ago was it?” YN asks.

Time does not heal all wounds but it does make it easier to cope.

“About a hundred years,” he pauses, “But something happened recently. I don’t think we’ll feel that pain anymore,”

“Why?”

A ding catches YN’s attention. She’s surprised to see another man, this one even taller than Taehyung. Hs grins at her with a dimpled smile.

“Hello, pet,” he says, voice sending a shiver down the reporter’s spine.

Taehyung doesn’t even look behind him, relaxing instantly.

“Hello, Namjoon,”

YN’s heart rate picks up rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he’s standing right in front of the table.

“I got impatient,” he says, speaking to Taehyung but looking at YN with a smile so wide her stomach flips.

“I’m not surprised,” the other vampire responds.

Something tells YN that there is no chance of escape.

“Make it quick,” YN says, closing her eyes and feeling breathless, “Please,”

She doesn’t want to face her death with open eyes.

There’s movement around her. YN squeezes her fists together.

But no fangs enter her skin. When she opens her eyes, both Namjoon and Taehyung are looking at her fondly.

“We’ve missed you so much, Beastie,” Namjoon says, eyes dialed.

“I - what?” YN asks, confused and terrified.

“I never believed in reincarnation. But here you are. Our sweet little angel,”

All at once, it rushes back to her. The soft way Taehyung had spoken over the hours, the nickname, the way he looked at her.

“I don’t - no,” YN says, shaking her head, trying to run but getting surrounded immediately.

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon says, “You learned to love us once. You can do it again,”

Her voice dies in her throat as two pairs of fangs approach her, sinking into either side of her throat. As the world turns dark, YN hears one a singular sentence.

“You won’t leave us ever again.”

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idknoona · 5 years ago

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taehyung as a professor? why the fuck not

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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago

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A/N: A drabble for the 1st Anniversary Drabble Request Exchange for the BTS Smut Club. A Taejoon x reader roommates-to-lovers smut. 4.7k. Warnings for sexually explicit content: threesome, oral (m receiving, and f receiving), mxm, fingering, butt plugs, anal (m receiving), protected sex, aftercare.

“Oh my god, for the last time, where is the dictionary?”

You and Tae pause your conversation to give Namjoon a slow stare. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, “surely you realize neither of us would have a clue. You’re the only young adult probably in the whole country still using a physical dictionary.”

“Yeah,” Tae attests matter-of-factly around a mouthful of pancake batter, “I didn’t come to college to read, hyung.”

Namjoon blinks once. “You- Never mind, I don’t have time to unpack that sentence. And Y/n, I don’t use the dictionary as a dictionary. That’s not why I need it.”

You narrow your eyes. “Do you have a secret drug stash in the dictionary, Namjoon?”

He sighs heavily, eyes casting towards the ceiling in annoyance. “Do I really look like the type of person to have a secret drug stash? Come on, can you guys please just put down the pancake mix for a second and help me?”

Taehyung sets down the bowl and spatula sadly. “Fine hyung, Y/n and I will help you search the entire dorm for a dictionary that you don’t even plan to use.”

Namjoon scratches under his beanie and breathes out again in relief. “Thank y-”

“And I know your secret weed stash is stuffed down the inside of the paper towel roll in the cupboard.”

“Fuck! How did you find it? It’s not like you assholes ever clean anything. Anyway, whatever, we need to find the dictionary. Remember, it’s a Collins one with a green cover. Can’t miss it.”

“Apparently you can,” you mutter petulantly, taking one last scoop from the batter with your pinky finger.

It takes three hours for Namjoon to admit defeat. Three hours to search a tiny dorm for a fucking dictionary. You collapse on the sofa between Namjoon and Taehyung, who are equally glum. “What’s the deal with it anyway,” you ask Namjoon. “If you really need one, let’s go down to the bookshop and get one.”

Namjoon tugs on the back of his beanie to slip it off, and your eyes can’t help but follow the way his slightly sweat-dampened hair flicks out and rests against his forehead. He tilts his head back and runs a hand through it to give it a little more volume after being flattened. “It’s not about the dictionary,” he admits, “I had carved out the inside for… for my condom stash.”

Taehyung gasps, and leans over you to pinch at Namjoon’s cheeks. “Ooh, is hyungie finally getting laid?”

Namjoon bats away his hands, knitting his eyebrows together grumpily. “That’s the problem, nobody wants to sleep with the nerd who shows up twenty minutes early to every class and sits in the front row.”

You frown, wincing slightly at the way Taehyung’s elbow digs into the soft part of your stomach as he stays leaning over you. “Joonie, that kinda seems like something that’s easily solved. I bet if you showed up to class late one day, wearing sunglasses or some shit, and sat in the back row, people would lose their fucking minds. You’d get laid for sure.”

He shakes his head slowly, in the familiar mopey mood you’d seen from him in his lowest moments. “That’s the thing, Y/n. I don’t want to show up late and sit in the back row. I like who I am, I like that I’m studious and I’m maybe a little more earnest than others here. But nobody ever gives me the time of day to even get to know me.” He huffs out some air through his nose with a frown. “It’s stupid, but I was kinda hoping if I went out with a condom in my pocket, it’d put me in the right mindset, I don’t know. It’s stupid,” he repeats bitterly.

“It’s not stupid,” Taehyung protests seriously, his normally playful demeanor sobering up. “Honestly, I spent so long looking for a relationship so that I could have sex, and then I finally realized that I just wanted casual sex. A lot of it. And I’ve never been happier.”

“Way to rub it in,” you hiss, smacking the back of his head.

Taehyung whacks you back but fixes his gaze on Namjoon again. “What I’m trying to say, is that maybe you’re not as hopeless as you think, but you’re just looking in the wrong direction. Maybe you just need to work out exactly what you’re really after, whether that’s a quick hook-up or something more, and then make an effort and go for it.”

Namjoon nods, but that gloomy frown persists. “I guess,” he allows reluctantly. “I wouldn’t even know where to start, though. How do I know what I want if I’ve never tried it, you know?”

Taehyung leans back slightly, enough to catch your gaze. There’s a question in his eyes, and you’ve spent enough late nights with him when Namjoon’s out to know what it means. You nod slightly. Taehyung pats your thigh, then gets up and walks around the back of the couch, pushing Namjoon’s head back down when he tilts it around to see what he’s doing.

“What are yo- oh,” Namjoon goes lax as Taehyung hands come down on either shoulder to massage the muscles there. “That’s nice, Tae,” he sighs, “I really needed this.”

“We can see that,” you affirm, tucking your legs up under you and turning to face Namjoon cross-legged, knees bumping into the side of his hip and thigh. “Listen, Namjoon, feel free to say no, and no hard feelings, but Taehyung and I… we have an arrangement.”

“We’re fuck buddies,” the man himself clarifies, patting Namjoon’s head cheerfully.

You hold back a grin at Taehyung’s lack of tact. “Yes, well, for us, sex is basically a fun activity. We’re comfortable with each other, we like each other, we actually live together, so it’s convenient. If you’re really so wound up about not getting any, we’d be happy to help.”

“Help,” he repeats dumbly, tensing up under Taehyung’s reassuring massage. The younger man sighs, and leans forward, letting his chin rest on the top of Namjoon’s head, and his hands slide down over his chest.

“Like Y/n said, you can say no at any time. And this can be whatever you want it to be. A one-off, a regular thing, fuck, if you really don’t want to have sex with us, we can be your wingmen. Wingpeople,” Taehyung corrects quickly, sending you a proud smile.

You laugh softly and lean forward to rest your hand on Namjoon’s knee. “You have options, Joonie. This is all up to you. You can say no now, you can say yes now. You can have time to think about it and say yes or no later.”

Taehyung tightens his grip into a hug. “We’re your friends, hyung. We just want you to be happy.”

The eldest breathes out shakily. “It’s- I- Can I please have some time to think about it? This is all a bit sudden.”

“Of course,” you say sweetly. “We’ll move on now and not say another word, okay? And you can come to us with your answer whenever you’re ready. No rush.”

Taehyung stands back up, ruffling Namjoon’s hair, then stretches languidly. You let your eyes drink in the slip of skin that appears as his shirt rides up, no longer having to avert your eyes in front of Namjoon. Once he’s finished, Taehyung sighs happily. “Alright then, who wants pancakes?”

It’s the week of finals that Namjoon finally gives in. After almost a month of a slightly strange dynamic in the dorm, it’s the stress of looming exams that breaks him.

Taehyung, as a benefit of being a fine arts student, has no final exams, and on the late Tuesday evening, the boy is chilling on the carpet in front of the television, painting his toenails a deep burgundy as he half-listens to the cooking show that’s playing.

You’re on clean-up duty after dinner, so you wait idly in the kitchen for the dishwasher to finish its cycle. After having an exam that afternoon, you’re still a little mentally-drained and sleepy, and so you don’t notice Namjoon approaching until he’s right in front of you.

He stops when your chests are almost but not quite touching, and you blink in surprise, craning your neck up to send him a questioning gaze. Clearly fresh out of the shower, the tops of his shoulders are pink, and his face is shiny. All he’s wearing is an old tank and some boxers. It’s his usual sleepwear this time of year, but something in his stance makes you take a second look at him, and the way the muscles in his arms jump when he rests his hands on the kitchen bench either side of you.

Your eyes jump back up to his face when he moves in closer, but instead of words, he just leans down and softly joins his lips to yours. You can see his eyes are squeezed shut before you close your own, and when you tilt your head to the side for him to access more of you, he sighs out shakily.

“Is this okay?” he whispers onto your lips, and you feel your own stretch into a smile.

Rather than responding, you give your answer by opening your mouth enough to slide your tongue across the seam of his lips. With a gentle gasp, he parts his lips for you and instinctively begins to follow your lead as you make out with him. A soft palm, one with far less callouses than Taehyung, cups your cheek, and you can feel the tremble of his fingers, so you place your hand over his and use the other to slip around the back of his neck and pull him closer.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like that, breathing each other’s oxygen, joined always by lips, tongue, or a string of saliva. Namjoon is a good kisser naturally, though he seems more than happy to follow your lead. If this was Taehyung you were kissing, he’d be biting down and tugging on your lips by now. You had to admit that you appreciated this more intimate change of pace.

With eyes closed, sound is heightened, and the two of you jump and recoil away from each other when a sudden shout rings through the apartment.

“Hey,” Taehyung yells incredulously, “have you guys been doing that this whole time? Feel free to include me, you know.” You watch, sucking softly on your swollen bottom lip, as Taehyung bends down to blow on his toenails with a pout. He stands up and stomps over to the kitchen, waddling slightly as he tries not to smear his artistry.

Namjoon manages to get his voice back after clearing his throat, but it’s delightfully rough and low. “I hope this is okay with you two. I don’t know if what exactly I want this to be, all I know is that if I don’t get some stress-relief soon, I’m going to go insane.”

Taehyung’s pressing at Namjoon’s shoulder now, turning him and walking him back until the elder is sandwiched between Taehyung and the bench, in a role reversal of what he was like before. “It’s fine,” Taehyung assures, “in fact, it’s about fucking time.” Wordlessly, he drops to his knees and roughly starts tugging at the waist of Namjoon’s boxers.

“Wha- Taehyung,” Namjoon gasps, hands flying behind him to grip the edge of the benchtop. “Oh god, this is really happening.”

You watch with lidded eyes as Taehyung wastes no time in burying his hand down Namjoon’s shorts and lifting out the already-hard cock inside. In fact, he’s so eager that you barely get to see more than a flash of an angry red tip before the master of giving head has gone down on it, nose immediately brushing against the shower-damp skin of Namjoon’s lower abdomen.

“Fuck,” Namjoon makes out through a strained throat, staring down at the erotic sight with a mouth parted in lustful shock. He glances back up to you, a pleading look in his eyes as the younger boy begins bobbing on his cock, gurgling as he pushed past the point of gag reflex to take him all the way. Your eyes flicker down to the way the front of Taehyung’s throat bulges with every plunge. Namjoon must be big.

You take pity on the overwhelmed man, however, and lean forward to recapture his mouth, tongue slipping in to play with the tip of his. It brings a smile to your spit-slick lips when he simply leaves his lips parted, panting into your mouth, too out of his mind with pleasure to even move against you. Luckily, you’re more than happy to take the lead again, training your ear to the sound of wet choking, and lining the ministrations of your tongue with the action down below. You slip a hand around the back of Namjoon’s neck, on the tips of your toes, and you’re pressed so closely against him that Taehyung’s knuckles dig into your thigh where he’s holding onto Namjoon by the waist.

With eyes still closed in bliss, Namjoon’s head tips back willingly when you nudge at his jaw with your nose, nipping at the sensitive skin there and listening to the way his breath catches at certain spots. “Is it good?” you question in a breathless whisper, smirking against his skin when he sighs out an ‘uh-huh’ shakily.

Your enjoyment of his quivering comes to a premature end when you feel him swallow, and you pull back as he pushes Taehyung away by the forehead, the younger man wiping the drool around the bottom of his face with the back of his hand, unperturbed. “You were close, weren’t you?” he questions with a cheeky grin. “Don’t wanna come down my throat?”

Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows again. “No,” he admits, “god, yes, but not now. I don’t want… I don’t want this to be over,” he makes out as he tries to catch his breath.

“It’s okay,” you coo, running a finger lightly over the wet patches you’ve left on his skin, watching him tremble underneath you, “we can do this as many times as you want, Joonie. Besides, it doesn’t have to be over just because you blow your load. Anyway, if you’re up for it, I think I’d rather not fuck in the kitchen. There are far comfier surfaces in this house.”

Namjoon nods distractedly, staring downwards with intense fixation. You follow his gaze curiously to see Taehyung lapping at the head of Namjoon’s cock coquettishly, batting his lashes. The older boy’s mouth is dangling open, dumbed by sensation. “Please,” he whispers almost silently, “I really don’t wanna come already.”

“Are you still close?” you ask wondrously. With tense shoulders, and a knitted brow, Namjoon nods tightly, hips shifting slightly underneath Taehyung’s grip. “Taehyung, off him now,” you command in an authoritative tone, holding back a grin when Taehyung sits back on his heels immediately, watching you carefully through eyelashes spiked together with unshed tears.

You wish you could stay there forever and drink in the sight. Taehyung, with his glossy, puffy lips, blinking up at you obediently, and Namjoon, shaking like a leaf as his much-needed high slips away from him. It’s a view to behold, but right now you’ve got uncomfortably damp panties and a throbbing in your core which needs to be remedied immediately. “My room,” you order, jerking your head at Tae to signal he should get up, “your bed is too tiny and Namjoon’s room’s a dump. Let’s go.”

While Taehyung jumps up and dashes happily down the short hall at your instruction, Namjoon cutely pauses to tuck himself temporarily back inside his boxer shorts before following. You take up the rear after giving them both a minute head start, pleased to see the younger boy taking the lead and undressing Namjoon, already naked himself. The two of you had a routine, you supposed one could call it, where you liked seeing Taehyung undressed and waiting, and Taehyung liked watching you undress slowly for him. A quid pro quo of sorts, and you were glad initiative had been taken to include the new party into the process.

“Alright,” you begin, lifting your shirt over your head and wiggling your pants down your legs, “what do you want to try most, Joonie? If we do this more than once, today will be the only time you get to make demands, so now’s the time.”

He shares a brief look with Taehyung, then puts his attention back on you. “I- I don’t even really know what there is to choose from,” he confesses, “can you guys just decide? I’m fine with whatever, honestly. This is amazing.”

Your face softens slightly at the compliment, but you don’t smile. “Your lucky day then, Tae-tae. What do you want to do to him?” Taehyung barely blinks, and a slow grin stretches across your face. “Or, rather, what do you want him to do to you?”

Yes. That’s it. Taehyung shudders, just slightly, shoulders pushing back a little to strengthen his stance and retain some dignity as he answers you. “I want him to fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

He nods. “I want him to fuck me while I go down on you.”

You can’t deny that the thought of it sends a pulse running through you. You take a deep breath, centering yourself. “C’mere,” you command sweetly, chest sticking forward a little to present yourself to him.

With a happy grin, Taehyung practically bounds over the short distance to you, and captures your lips briefly as he reaches behind you and deftly unsnaps the hook of your bra. As he pushes the straps down, you walk forward and force Taehyung to walk backwards until the two of you are in front of the bed. Slinging your bra off into some far corner of your room, you hop up onto the high-leveled mattress and let your hands prop you up, leaning back slightly to display your breasts like they’re on a silver platter.

You don’t miss the way Namjoon is following their every jiggle with dark eyes, but soon his vision is obscured as Taehyung utters his praise softly, bending down to wrap his lips around a stiffening nipple. The burst of wet warmth and sensation has you arching your back even further, fighting to keep your eyes open as every instinct screams at you to tip your head back and close them in bliss. “Tae,” you sigh as his tongue flicks over it and his teeth tug it to full peak. He used to be gentler with you, but that was before you informed him you liked it a little harsher, a little rougher. The feeling of his thumb and pointer finger twisting at one nipple while he sucks sharply at the other has your legs falling open wider around his thighs, trying to arch your back enough to grind your pelvis into the bed.

With your gaze trained on the fluffy mop of black hair shifting and glistening in the light as he played with your tits, you almost forget Namjoon’s presence, so used to it just being you and Tae. But he reminds you inadvertently when he goes to awkwardly lean against your bookshelf and knocks over a pile of unevenly stacked books on the top.

Tae breaks away from your chest and stares in shock, you laughing good-naturedly as the sweet, bumbling Namjoon apologizes profusely for ‘killing the mood’ and rushes to pick them all up. You hold out on arm wordlessly, and when Namjoon finally turns around and notices, he shuffles over to you nervously.

“Are you still okay with this?” you question one last time, pleased when he responds immediately with an earnest nod. “Then go into my bedside drawer and get a condom to put on, plus some lube. Wait on that side of the bed.”

While Namjoon does as he’s been told, you get Taehyung to sit on the bed, ass towards his hyung, right on the edge of the bed, and you lying on your back in front of him. “Panties,” you remind him, and he dutifully slips the lace down your legs, hooking it over the curve of your ass, and flinging it away. You let your legs fall wide open, bent at the knee, and Taehyung sucks in a breath in wonder at the excess slick that’s coating the inner tops of your thighs.

Returning, Namjoon looks up from rolling on the condom and does a double take at Taehyung’s behind. “He- wha-”

The younger male sticks his ass higher in the air, chest lowering to the mattress as he wiggles it teasingly. Although you can’t see it from in front of him, you have no doubt Namjoon is gaping like a fish at the glass butt blug that is firmly nestled inside of Taehyung.

“What?” Taehyung questions cheekily. “I wanted to be prepared.”

“Little slut,” you comment off-hand, scooting yourself down further so that your pussy lays tantalizingly in Taehyung’s immediate line of vision. “Go on then, Namjoon, take it out.”

The man’s cheeks are bright red, but his eyes are fiery with desire as he reaches between Taehyung’s legs, gently tugging at something that has very little give. A guttural, satisfied groan is half-muffled by the sheets as it comes sliding out in one sudden rush after the widest part passes his rim. A bewildered Namjoon tosses the glass plug aside uncertainly and lets his hands hover in the air.

You prop yourself up on one elbow as you use the other hand to guide Taehyung where you want him most. Moaning quietly, you keep it together and blink doelike at Namjoon. “Come on, Joonie. It’s not that difficult. Lube on Tae-tae, lube on you, then fuck him. He can take it, can’t you, Tae-tae?”

The vibration of an affirmative hum lights up the nerves in your clit and you bite your lip at the way Taehyung shakes his head back and forth on you, tongue sliding deliciously across your most sensitive areas.

You let yourself collapse back against the mattress, head almost tipping off the other side of it, as the pressure of a tongue at your opening distracts you from Namjoon cracking open the bottle of lube. The soft, giving texture of his muscle disappears to be replaced with unyielding fingers, two of them that press into you, sinking to the final knuckle. A groan of satisfaction comes out of you before you can think to hold it back, but then the fingers are stilling abruptly, and the warmth of Taehyung’s face directly between your legs disappears.

You crane your neck up to see him with his face pressed against the sheets, mouth open and brow furrowed in pleasure. Above him, Namjoon is slowly plunging into the younger boy, one strong palm holding him in place by the small of the back.

“Good?” you question briefly, not even sure who you’re talking to.

Namjoon nods and licks his lips and Taehyung lets out a garbled, wordless moan that you take as a resounding yes. Once his hips are flush against Tae’s ass and he’s buried to the hilt inside, Namjoon pauses for a moment to collect himself, stops to confirm with Taehyung that he’s ready, and finally begins thrusting.

They’re shallow and jerking, but neither man seems to mind, and once Taehyung recovers enough to plant his face between your legs again, fingering you deliciously as he slurped at your clit, every single thrust pushed Taehyung into you. You felt your tits bounce as you were caught up in the motion, and it’s no surprise when you crack your eyes open that Namjoon’s eyes are glued to them, a small streak of drool running down the corner of his mouth.

You grin at the sight, but you don’t have the energy to keep your eyes open as Taehyung cries out lowly in pleasure and redoubles his efforts on your pussy. You feel your hips lifting off the bed of their own account, and with a growl Taehyung wraps an arm around the top of your leg and tugs you back down to him, holding your wet heat firmly against his face like he’s trying to suffocate.

You can feel your thighs tremble with each desperate slam on Namjoon’s behalf, and you force yourself to wet your dry lips and address him again. “Joonie, how does he feel?”

Grunting with effort, Namjoon grips tightly onto the abundant flesh of Taehyung’s ass. “Fuck, so good,” he praises, “so tight around me, ungh, he keeps clenching, oh!”

You pant and smile, enjoying the rocking motion of each thrust that only heightens the pleasure of the doting tongue and fingers manipulating your core. “Are you close again, Joonie?”

“Nng, yeah,” he whines, starting to pair the driving thrusts with a grind every time he buried himself to the hilt. You feel Taehyung falter and let out a broken cry before continuing on doggedly, moaning nonsense into your folds. “I’m gonna come, fuck, can I come?”

As the hot coil of an impending orgasm tightens within you, you lift your legs to rest your ankles on the back of Taehyung’s shoulders, fighting the urge to grind up into him. “Come for us, Joonie,” you manage to spit out, moans breaking off into short bursts at every swipe of Taehyung’s tongue, pitch rising as you approached the edge. “Ah, yeah, I’m gonna come too.”

“T-Taehyung,” Namjoon stammers, “will you come?”

Deliriously, the younger boy nods into you, and you whine at the feeling. He takes the arm wrapped around your upper leg and brings it down his front. You’re unable to see, but you can tell with the desperate way Taehyung ruts downwards that he’s jerking himself off as he gets fucked, sucking indulgently at your clit all the while.

Taehyung’s a true multitasking Casanova in the bedroom, and it’s that last shake of his head while between your legs that sends you locking your thighs on either side of his head, body tensing up impossibly as you come with a loud cry.

Taehyung’s next, drinking you up sloppily for as long as he can, but eventually just resting his glossy, slick cheek against your inner thigh and biting down on the sensitive flesh as he comes apart. Miraculously, that leaves Namjoon lasting the longest, and it must be Taehyung clenching around him like a vice that has Namjoon holding himself buried deep inside, and grinding his pelvis into Taehyung’s ass to ride out his orgasm.

You’re panting desperately, barely aware of Namjoon waddling over to the bin, disposing of his condom with a satisfied groan and hopping on the bed beside you. You glance over at him with sleepy eyes, watching him slowly come down and return to being shy. A smattering of goosebumps rises up on the flesh of his arms and thighs, and he rubs at them nervously, curling in on himself.

Taehyung, still lying on your thigh like it’s a pillow, is sighing blissfully into the sudden quiet of the room, energy spent.

You want nothing more than to lie there, but you’re aware of the way Namjoon looks like he’s about to bolt. So, you gather the last reserves of your energy and push yourself into a sitting position. “Let’s put a movie on, or something,” you suggest, “and we can hop under the covers. It’s kinda cold in here, don’t you think?”

Namjoon nods earnestly with a grateful smile, and crawls on all fours up to the top of the bed, slipping himself under the covers, pulling them up high on his waist as he lounged back against the pillows.

You smile fondly at him. “I’ll do the sheets in the morning, but for now, I just want to chill out. Let me go pee, and I’ll be right back.”

While there is a shared bathroom in the hallway, Namjoon’s room for some reason came with an ensuite, and you always preferred it because he used nicer hand soap. It wasn’t until you were washing your hands, absentmindedly letting your eyes wander over all of his various hair and body products that you notice a flash of green. A tiny travel dictionary, Collins brand, resting atop the tissue box, half-opened to reveal a jagged cut-out vessel with two foil packets resting snugly inside. The ‘missing’ condom stash. That sly bastard.

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