a.n- Ah I missed this couple! Sorry about the late response anon but I hope you enjoy this! <3
A big warm thank you to @chateautaeand@alpacaseok for beta reading this and squealing with me about this Jungkook
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People assume that leadership of a company is the most stressed when things are not going well, when the stocks are plummeting and market share is dwindling. However, what most don’t know is that the most stressful time is actually when your company is thriving, because unlike the earlier ways there are no problems to solve, the biggest problem is to predict how others might steal your spot, how your consumers might get bored of you, how even a slight mistake might lead to the downfall. It’s a practice in predicting human behaviour – something inherently difficult to quantify.
Collaborating with Saga was supposed to be a reprieve from the workload, it was supposed to be a way for Jungkook to finally gain the respect of his employees as he transitioned from part-time to full-time. Yet, he still overheard their snide comments, still had to bite his tongue when he received scathing looks from people who blamed nepotism for not sitting in his seat, people who made his job inherently more difficult, sending in sloppy reports compiled by interns. It was infuriating, and Jungkook was so so tired.
Running a hand through his hair, he walked into his dark apartment, tossing his jacket haphazardly on the floor along with his bag before trudging towards the couch and sprawling on it unceremoniously. He could feel every muscle in his back ache, a dull pain that made him whine. He didn’t think he even had the energy to turn on the lights, let alone make it to his bedroom. However, as much as he tried, he couldn’t shut off his brain, strategies from the earlier meeting roaming around like flies, buzzing annoyingly.
With a sigh, he sat up, reaching into his pocket for his phone and dialling your number. Talking to you always relaxed him, especially when he was having trouble with work. It helped that you could organise his thoughts, ask him questions that instantly made him see solutions instead of problems. It was reassuring, and his heart eased a little even as the dial tone rang out crispy through his phone.
“Hey Kookie! How’s my baby?” you answered cheerfully, and in his tired state Jungkook couldn’t help blushing a little, the endearments making him feel soft and fluffy. He knew you were equally as busy, your new job taking a bit to adjust. He didn’t want to invite you over. He knew that he should refrain because you had told him about your first big project and all that you needed to prepare for it, but it had been a long week without seeing you. Too long without the caress of your lips against his, and the longing manifested as a quiver in his lip.
“I’m… okay. Sorry, are you busy?” he asked, throat suddenly dry as he tried to control the wobble evident in his voice.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, the concern lacing your tone bringing out his vulnerabilities as he laid his head back, staring at the ceiling, eyes tracing the beam of light escaping his blinds and dividing the darkness into two.
“Long day,” he sighed, loosening the top few buttons of his shirt before continuing, “Long week. Miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby,” you assured softly, the conversation petering out as the two of you sat in silence till Jungkook apologised again meekly. It didn’t take you long to make up your mind, leaving work to catch a cab to his home, stopping only to pick up some food.
When you entered the code on his door, you were met by darkness, eyes taking a little too long to adjust as you took off your shoes and jacket, following the trail of Jungkook’s things to the living room where the man sat hunched on the couch. Placing the take out boxes on the coffee table, you kneeled in front of him, aligning your face to his as you held it in your hands.
“Hi sweet boy,” you cooed, kissing the little pout on his face. Jungkook couldn’t take a deeper breath even if his lungs allowed it, drowning in your intoxicating scent as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Lifting you up, he placed you in his lap, grip still an iron vice around you as he nuzzled into you, relishing the way your fingers softly massaged the back of his neck.
“I missed you,” he breathed, finally looking at you, eyes roaming your features. It had only been a week and somehow he had forgotten how beautiful you were, how just looking at you made his heart skip a beat. The soft smile on your lips felt like champagne in his veins, bubbling warmth through him till he had no choice but to capture it with his lips.
Jungkook wasn’t a shy virgin anymore, months of practice with you had turned him confident, albeit a little cocky at times about his ability to turn you into a squirming mess within minutes. But sometimes when he was exceptionally stressed and needy, he forgot about his preconceived notions about how sex was supposed to be. He forgot about the worries about pleasing you just right so you wouldn’t leave him, and he forgot about everything else but the taste of your lips and the feel of your touch. In those times he loved the way you pampered him, instructed him, called him a good boy in that sultry tone that made his mind blank and his blood fizzle. The same tone you were using now.
“Does my Kookie wanna be a good boy,” you said against the skin of his clavicle, your kisses having since departed from his lips to his jaw to his neck, leaving him blissfully sinking into the cushions. His breath came out in little pants, his hands flexing by his side because to truly be a good boy meant now touching you with your permission.
“Please baby,” he gasped just when your teeth nipped at the skin of his Adam’s apple, lust shooting through him and manifesting in the tightness of his pants under you.
You cooed at him, always ecstatic when he submitted so easily, relishing how you could provide him the solace you knew no one else could. Your fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling the strong muscles he’d work so hard on, mouth relentless in tasting the slightly salty skin. As you kissed down his chest, you swiveled your hips against his, his cock already hard beneath you providing the perfect amount of friction to have those breathy whimpers escape his lips. Usually you would pull his pants down and sink him within you, ride him till he was mumbling incoherently and cumming within seconds, but it had been too long since you’d had him and you needed to cherish each moment, stretch it out so that by the time you were done his knitted brow and bags under his eyes would disappear.
With his shirt wide open and chest decorated with the blooming scarlet granted to him by your lips, you stood up, watching him as he peered at you from below his lashes, head tilted back. His hands quivered by his sides, chest rising with each breath but he didn’t dare move, and a proud smile made its way to your face. You ignored his little whine as you took his hands and walked him to the bedroom, you heart hurting a little at how tired he seemed, steps heavy and shoulders tight.
“Strip,” you commanded as you sat on the edge of the bed, watching how he slowly revealed more of his skin to you, your panties getting damper as he shrugged off his boxer to stand proudly in front of you. You were still in awe of how beautiful he truly was, rippling strong muscles protecting the most gentle heart underneath.
Standing in front of him, you looked up at him, running your hands over his shoulders, slowly coaxing him into contentment. His eyes fluttered, goosebumps rising as you traced the tattoos on his right arm before your fingers moved to his chest, roaming over his pebbled nipples and solid abs and trailing over the little path of hair that led to his hard dick patiently waiting for you.
“Tiger… baby,” he groaned when instead of gripping his cock like usual you just caressed it with a finger, your nail tickling him in a way that made his dick weep. The more you teased, the more he felt his legs shake, mind turning into the pink mush he craved so much around you. He never thought it was possible to lose yourself in someone this easily. Jungkook was used to hiding himself, being strong so his parents thought he was reliable, being stoic so his friends wouldn’t baby him, but with you he felt like he could be himself, raw and vulnerable because you would never hurt him.
When another featherlight touch threatened to make his knees buckle you guided him to the bed, laying him over the sheets and climbing to lie next to him. He looked over at you, confused, expecting you to straddle him and put him out of his misery but you just smiled, kissing him till all his thoughts floated away.
“Wanna forget everything today?” you whispered, hand cupping his jaw and lips pecking his nose. He felt as if he was melting into the mattress, nodding breathlessly as you started stroking him in earnest. He couldn’t help the high pitched whine that escaped him when you suddenly picked up speed, eager to reach his end. He was on the cusp, legs stretching out as his head leaned further into the pillows. His toes were tingling, sparks shooting up and down his body chaotically.
Seeing the stretch of his neck, so eagerly displayed for you, your lips started sucking on the skin, bruising it deliciously, his moans a chorus swelling through the room. You knew he was close by the way his thighs were shaking, quivering under your forearm and so with a tight grip at his base, you stopped.
“No no no,” Jungkook whined, fists clutching the sheets below him before pleading at you, begging for a release. But you knew Jungkook, knew that if you edged him a few more times he would melt away his stress when he finally came. With a placating sloppy kiss, you straddled him, legs stretching over his thighs as your hand began it’s movements once again, slowly torturing him.
The way he was keening had you throbbing, your pussy clenching over nothing and when you edged him once again he developed that dazed look on his face that made you almost push your panties to the side and climb on. Yet you decided to pull more of those sweet groans when you decided to lick his tip, relishing the salty bittersweet taste.
Moaning loudly, you closed your lips around him, sucking deep till your nose met the little hair at the base of his dick. One swallow around his flesh and Jungkook felt as if he would lose his mind, his breaths turning into wheezes as he tried his best not to cum, tears lining his eyes.
“Please please please I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook protested, yet you didn’t let go. His brain felt like it was escaping out his ears, muffling all sounds as he concentrated on not cumming without your permission. He wanted to be good so bad, wanted to please you, worship you, love you. His mind was filled with just a chorus of your name, the way your nails were taking over his abs making him heady. When he thought he couldn’t control himself anymore, you released him, his orgasm ebbing away just like his sanity. It felt as if he was in a different plane, floating peacefully in bliss from being so good for you. He didn’t cum and he didn’t care that tears were easily streaming down his face, he was so happy that he followed your instructions, and even happier when you kissed him, whispering affirmations in his ear.
“So proud of my Kookie,” you cooed, lying over him, kissing every part of his face, hands wiping his tears. “My good boy. My best boy. My favourite boy.”
Jungkook repeated your praises, mumbling incoherently, eyes closed and unaware that you had shed your ruined panties. You smiled at him, kissing him once more, as he easily let you invade him with your tongue. You guided his poor tortured cock into you, letting your walls envelope him in your warmth, the stretch making you moan softly.
You matched his bliss when you started rotating your hips, the angle making you see stars. It wasn’t long till you lost your patience, changing the pace to one that was faster, more haphazard, one that made the sounds of your bodies colliding echo around the room even louder than Jungkook’s begging.
“Please baby! Please wanna touch you! Wanna so bad,” he cried, hips thrusting into you trying to match your pace on shaky legs. It seemed impossible how many endorphins were rushing through him, making it seem as if he had already cum when he knew he was still harder than he had ever been.
“Go ahead baby,” you moaned and the words had barely left your lips when he was looping his arms around you to pull you to his chest, his grip so tight that you could barely move. Yet the change helped your clit grind perfectly against him bringing you closer, agonizing him as you got tighter around him. His begging was barely recognizable as words, full of yearning, drool dripping as he mouthed at your chin, bringing your orgasm to the cusp.
“Cum for me Jungkook,” you whispered, right as you fell off the edge, muscles quivering under his hold, his loud whine filling your ears. And seconds later he was cumming, unable to stop how he spasmed, squirmed from the euphoria flowing through him as he breathlessly moaned your name again and again.
When the tide had ebbed, you stayed close, holding him tight and whispering how much you loved him, how proud you were of him. He didn’t care that the two of you were messy, sticky with sweat, his mind too frayed to want anything other than the comfort you provided.
It seemed like hours till he was able to speak again, answering your questions about different video games he liked as you brought him back to earth, your fingers gently running through his hair. He noticed that somehow the two of you had changed positions, his head now laying on your chest as he curled around you.
“How are you feeling, my pretty boy,” you checked in, and Jungkook couldn’t help blushing at the endearment. He never thought being called pretty by you would make him feel so alive but the praise felt like a balm to his earlier torture, the haze melting into love as he looked up at you. You smiled at his glistening doe eyes as you kissed his forehead, loving the grin that showcased his teeth and scrunched his nose.
After pampering him with a bath and listening about his day, you changed the sheets, cuddling your giant loveable boyfriend and assuaging his worries. Sometimes you wished you could take his stress away from him, steal it away so it wouldn’t burden his shoulders. But looking at him now as he cutely kisses you, relaxed and boneless, you were happy to give him at least this temporary reprieve.
“I love you, you know that right?” you asked him, gently stroking his cheek as he gazed at you adoringly.
“I do. Thank you for loving me,” Jungkook whispered, kissing your lips once again. “I love you more than anything, my soulmate.”
You giggled at his silly belief but still picked up his hand from where it laid on your waist.
“My soulmate,” you acquiesced with a kiss to his pinky before intertwining yours against it, enjoying the way he smiled before drifting off to sleep.
summary- An accidental brush of Yoongi’s fingers suddenly leads to so much more.
word count- 3.1k
pairing- idol!Yoongi x best friend!Reader
rating- R
genre- idolau, smut, fluff, f2l
warnings- Yoongi in that airport fit with that beautiful luscious hair, reader is obsessed with Yoongi’s fingers, finger sucking, hair pulling, dry humping to completion… yes you read that right
a.n- So after I read @kithtaehyung‘slike that, I went to bed and this is the wild dream I had. Full fantasy fulfilment for ya girl here ngl. A big thank you to @m-yg93 for beta reading and screaming with me.
❃ This fic was written as part of Festivaled Away: Burning Memories hosted by @bangtanbathhouse | ticket: concert/show, main event: musical artist au, games: oral fixation.
The play was heinous. An over the top telling of feminist virtues that was so heavy handed it left a bitter taste in your mouth. And it was a musical. You’re a feminist, of course, but the playwright’s utter discounting of the audience’s intelligence left must to be desired. But Yoongi’s friend was in it and so you tagged along when he asked you to come, weak to your best friend’s whiny pout.
It’s not easy being friends with someone who has a mob of fans around him at all times. Perhaps if you were a man it would be easier, but for now you were relegated to the middle of the small audience while he and his two bodyguards sat front and center. How’s that for feminism?
If it wasn’t bad enough that you had to sit through a man’s awful retelling of the feminist movement, the playwright thought of handing out a quiz at the end just to be quirky. It was worse than any pop quiz in your high school history class, full of questions about dates and people you were sure were part of the play but you had glossed over in an effort to stay awake. The cherry on top was the title: So are you really a feminist?
Blech.
Using the same tactic you used in highschool you added your name on top and then proceeded to check C for every answer, barely bothering to read the questions. It had been three hours and Yoongi definitely owed you for not dozing off. Perhaps you could convince him to take you to a fancy dinner as a reward. Your stomach grumbled at the thought as you handed the sheet back to one of the many people in black roaming around. With an ominous soundtrack, you realized to your eye rolling horror that the lead would not only be grading everyone but announcing the results one by one — for the entire audience of over fifty people.
He started from the back row, calling every individual by name, marking their test and then playing a tune on a little keyboard placed next to him. You had no idea what the tunes meant. The lead himself said nothing but the name, and you could feel your annoyance at the subpar play increase with every little chime that blasted through the speakers. It was one thing to make people endure the garbage writing, it was another to play this travesty of a mind game.
You barely registered when your name was called, rolling your eyes as he played a somewhat melancholic tune, the major scale not uplifting it in the least. Well, at least you knew that only half the room was left. Great.
You zoned out for most of the rest till your best friend’s name was called. Well not his name, his stage name. “Suga!” the man announced to the surprise of the room that had somehow missed him entering earlier. Apparently, a white mask was a pretty good disguise. While the rest of the room was whispering amongst themselves, trying to decipher if the cheery tune meant that their favourite idol was a feminist or not, you couldn’t help but giggle. Did he seriously use his stage name on the test?
Thankfully, the end of the tests meant the end of the evening, with the cast coming out centre stage to bow to the cheering audience. Before the lights came on you spied your friend and his guards making their way to the side entrance, taking it as your cue to finally leave and meet up in the tunnel underground so you both could leave together. Sure, it was more tedious than leaving out the front door, but it was definitely less tedious than having some fan snap a photo of the two of you together. The last thing you needed as a budding artist was a scandal with a pop star, even if there was nothing scandalous happening between you.
Sneaking down the stairs, you heard the commotion coming from the people leaving from the play, Yoongi’s name distinctly coming through the cacophony. It made you laugh a little. It hit you sometimes how the shy, awkward boy from your small hometown was now the talk of the world. It was bizarre. People had multiple thirst accounts dedicated to him — ones that you had of course used to annoy him — but you could never see the sexy Suga they portrayed. To you, he was just Yoongi, annoyingly cocky, often moody Yoongi.
“Hey, good timing,” your best friend’s voice rang through the hallway as he walked over to you, playbill in one hand and the other moving through his long dark hair. One look at him in the white shirt and blue jeans, and you knew that any pictures sneaked of him today would be making Twitter explode in a few hours.
“You owe me like five dinners after this,” you complained, starting your tirade against the terrible production as Yoongi grimaced, the mask under his chin crumpling with his expression. Eyes rolling, he shoved you away as the two of you waited for the car to pull up.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Yoongi asked, frowning and pulling his mask off in the car. The two of you were sitting in the back row of the SUV, leaving the front row empty so as not to be photographed. He slouched in his seat, pulling out his phone by force of habit.
“Wasn’t that bad? Yoongi!” you exasperated. “It was so bad! I hated it so much! I almost fell asleep.” He just chuckled in response, used to you ranting about every piece of media. He hummed along to your critiques, laughing at how thoroughly put off you were by the quiz at the end.
“Honestly, I just circled all C,” he confessed and you couldn’t help the giant laugh that overcame you. There was a reason you both were so close. However his confession reminded you of another thing.
“You put Suga as your name,” you giggled, watching his eyes narrow as he looked at you, thoroughly unamused.
“That’s my name,” he shrugged.
“Oh is that what it says on your passport? Is that what you put on your SATs?” you teased, grinning widely as your friend struggled to remain deadpan, fighting his own smile. “I’m Suga,” you mimicked in a deep baritone hearing his annoyed whine you loved so much.
“Stop! Shut up,” he whined, a hand coming up on your lips but between your laughs, he had somehow missed the mark. Instead of his palm landing on your lips, somehow two of his fingers ended up in your mouth, the laughter between you immediately silencing.
You didn’t know what came over you. If anyone asked, you’d tell them it was brain rot from the terrible 3 hour long tragedy you had sat through. Yet your lips closed around his fingers, tongue licking at the pads as you sucked.
At your movement the smile on Yoongi’s face turned lopsided, his eyes bright as he watched the way the top of his fingers disappeared between your scarlet painted lips. He didn’t know where he got the courage, but after a small pause he was pushing his fingers in further, relishing the way your eyes widened. Before either of you knew it, he was pumping his fingers in and out, your mouth suctioning them in a way that ruined your panties and tented his pants.
“Fuck,” he murmured, his other hand going to your waist out of its own accord, pulling you closer. It seemed your tenth grade crush was back in full force, beating your heart in submission as you climbed onto his lap, tongue laving at his digits, face burning at the little groan that escaped his lips at your actions. You could feel him hard beneath you, your dress riding up to give you the perfect opportunity to grind against him. His hand on your waist tightened at the action before trailing to the other side and pulling you against his chest, the flush on his face matching yours.
The car stopped then, indicating your arrival at Yoongi’s apartment and jarring the two of you back to reality. His fingers left your mouth with a lewd smack, a line of saliva connecting the two of you before you were scrambling to climb over the seat in front to get out, your best friend following suit.
The elevator ride was awkward, quiet and still, except for the loud beating of your heart. It was a novel development that made your skin prickle, carrying even when the two of you were in the apartment and on his couch. He poured you a drink, sitting stiffly next to you, humming in response to your thank you. If someone looked in they would assume that you were strangers, sitting ramrod straight, fist distant apart, sipping on your drinks. But being friends for so long had made Yoongi blunt.
“So you sucked on my fingers,” he began, your face flushing in horror as your head spun to look at him.
“I did no such thing,” you retorted, putting the glass on the table and crossing your arms over your chest. Yoongi just stared at you, mouth open in disbelief and brows furrowed.
“Yes you did!” he exclaimed, slamming his glass down too, turning on the couch to face you.
“No I definitely did not,” you chuckled fakely, needing him to just forget your momentary loss of sanity. However, Yoongi was a petty little bitch and instead of following your lead and pretending that nothing ever happened, he just brought his fingers back to your lips, shocking you into somehow having his fingers back in your mouth. He smirked as your lips closed around his knuckles once again, the mischievous look in his eyes only brightening as he pushed deeper and deeper till you could feel them at the back of your throat, the skin between his fingers marked by your lipstick. Narrowing your eyes at his sudden lewd curiosity, you ran your tongue between the two digits, enjoying the way his smile dropped, his mouth slacking and his own tongue poking at his lips while he stared at you. And then he pressed on the back of your tongue, earning a moan you tried your best to suppress, your pussy fluttering in need.
But Yoongi wasn’t the only petty one in this friendship, with a quick hand you pulled his hair, if only to break him out of the staring match he seemed to be having with your mouth, expecting him to break out of the lust.
Except he moaned.
Loud and needy, the sound rattled around his silent apartment and set your skin on fire. His hand slackened, falling out of your mouth, your spit trailing down your lips. You had never thought about your friend this way, but with the dazed look on his face, you acted on autopilot, your other hand burying itself in his soft silky hair and tugging again.
“Fuck,” he hissed, eyes closing as he leaned back, legs stretched as if taunting you with a throne. He remained slack when you took his silent invitation, climbing into his lap, and matching his fiery gaze. When you tugged his hair again, he mewled, hips rising and hands gripping your waist, your name escaping him in a whimper. Arms locking you against his chest, there were centimeters between your grins and somehow the proximity made you giggle, his own snickers joining yours till your forehead was resting against his.
“When did you get so hot?” you asked between your chuckles as he looked at you from under his eyelashes, pink dusting his cheeks and arms tightening around you. He looked away a little shyly, burying his face in your neck as he inhaled, leaving goosebumps on the skin where his breath ghosted.
“Must be the idol skincare,” he joked, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, making you shiver, your hips rutting gently against his before he was sitting up straight again, a hand cupping your face. “Can I admit I’ve always found you hot now?”
He spoke more to your lips than you, but Yoongi had always had trouble making eye contact for too long. His words rang in your head, warmth blooming through you as your breath hitched. But the flurry in your head only increased when his tongue poked out, the tip licking at your spit glistening on your lips, making it your turn to moan. The movement was so slow, so tentative, so gentle that it left sparks behind, ones that spread from your lips to your face and down your chest, igniting your heart.
With your tenth grade self jumping in glee in your head, you crashed your lips onto his, fervent and eager. He matched your pace, gasping a little at the sudden move, his tongue meeting yours again and again till you felt drunk off of it, his name echoing through your head and landing on his lips.
Your moans were a melody, harmonizing together as the two of you wrapped your arms around each other but it wasn’t long till his hands were wandering, fingers gripping onto every piece of flesh from your chest to your thighs to your ass. It was like you were combusting, your body in hyperdrive fueled by the way his teeth dug into your bottom lip.
“This is what you wanted in the car, didn’t you,” he teased, teeth blooming roses on your neck as he met each grind of your hips with one of his own, his cock brushing tantalizingly to your centre. “First sucking my fingers and then grinding that pretty little pussy all over me. You gonna stain my pants, baby?”
Yoongi had never spoken this way to you, his dirty words making you gasp. A gasp he took full opportunity of to dive his tongue back into you, sloppy and needy. It was like he had been replaced by someone else, someone who knew every nerve in your body.
“I don’t need a play by play, Yoongs,” you panted, fingers stroking his scalp eliciting a deep groan from him. You wanted him to stop talking, unaware of how much you could take of his dirty mouth, lust coursing through you in waves he controlled with each undulation of his hips.
“You sure? You wanna be surprised?” he taunted, lips moving over your chest, mouth capturing a nipple over your dress, the red satin darkening as his tongue found the peak and roamed it. Before you knew it, he was flipping you over, laying you against the couch. “Don’t wanna know how I’ve been dreaming of making you cum on the couch since I was fifteen?”
“Fifteen?” you moaned, the new angle aligning the seam of his jeans right at your clit, the earlier pressure amplified by his weight now on top of you.
He hummed in response, mouth now working on your other nipple, sending currents through you. Perhaps it was the nostalgia, the fulfilment of a teenage crush, but you felt on the edge already, your chest rising and falling rapidly as he basically dry humped you. A hand on your hip and the other squeezing your chest, his lips suckled at the sensitive crook of your neck, igniting your nerves to technicolor. “Cum with me, cum for me. Please,” he pleaded, motions haphazard and you felt the coil in your stomach wind impossibly tight with his fingers now pinching your nipple.
And then he bit you, sunk his teeth against your skin and it was as if he had electrocuted you, each limb vibrating with energy as your pussy clenched around nothing, your hands tugging his hair at the root. He groaned, loud and raspy, the sound pulling from his chest and reverberating through you as he whispered your name breathlessly, dropping his entire weight on you.
You could hear nothing but your blood pounding and Yoongi’s hard breathing, an unfamiliar combination that suddenly felt so natural. Your arms wrapped around him as you caught your breath, holding him tight as he reciprocated, arms winding under you.
After a few moments he leaned up on his elbows with an impossibly large smile, gums on full display and nose scrunched into a button. His hair stuck out all over his head, messy and tangled and you couldn’t help but laugh, not only at how silly he looked but how you ended up in this situation.
He joined in, kissing you again softly, lips meeting yours once, twice, three times, till he was nuzzling his nose into yours.
“Can’t believe we just came in our pants like teenagers,” you murmured, too amused to be embarrassed.
“Can’t believe we didn’t do this as teenagers,” Yoongi commented, sitting up and pulling you up with him till you both were settled next to each other. You could see a very obvious wet stain on his blue jeans but the man was unbothered, leaning back with his legs spread as if he was proud, an arm around your shoulders.
Your giggles died down after a while, the two of you sitting in silence. You waited for the panic to come, the earth shattering realization that you had just made out, quite wildly, with your best friend, but nothing ever did. You were just content, a goofy grin on your face that matched his as his fingers played with yours on your lap.
“Any chance you’ve had a crush on me since we were kids too or am I gonna have to write another sad song?” he asked, looking at the floor, his smile a little dim but still there like he couldn’t control it. It was endearing, making flowers bloom within your veins.
You leaned over kissing his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers between his. “Guess it’s only cheesy love songs from now on.”
“Seriously?” he asked, looking down at you, his eyes wide in surprise. You didn’t know what he expected, but then again he didn’t know you had dreamt of the exact same scenario since you were fifteen too.
“Seriously,” you replied, kissing him once again. He deepened the kiss, his tongue making the earlier heat return before he was standing up, pulling you to him.
“Fuck yes cause I really can’t wait to show you what my fingers can really do,” he whispered giddily making you roll your eyes at his lame flirting.
“Less tell, more show,” you deadpanned only to get kissed again hungrily as he pulled you to his bedroom, a “Yes ma’am” easily flowing off his lips.
You giggled as you fell into his bed, happy that your sudden oral fixation was worth more than just the embarrassment that came with it.
summary- Seokjin has a strange request and you’re powerless to his pout.
word count- 1.4k
pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader
rating- PG-15
genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff
warnings- nothing but cuteness overload
a.n.- idk I just had an urge that needed to be fulfilled. also, I missed this couple.
Unedited cause why not.
As always reblogs, asks, and feedback appreciated
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You could hear the rain outside your window lashing against the glass violently, turning from soothing background noise to distraction as you poured over the stack of exams you had to mark for the weekend. Each essay was worse than the previous and you wondered why your professor even continued to hold a first year seminar in the first place. Fresh high school graduates did not have the maturity to deal with the theories that came with your field, most papers being the same ill informed analysis of BDSM that came from a distracted watching of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Grunting as another person talked about the nonexistent link between childhood sexual trauma and domming, you pulled out your airpods from your drawer, hoping to drown out the raindrops threatening to break your window with the soothing vocals of Taylor Swift. However, that proved to be an even bigger distraction, the catchy lyrics interrupting your reading and making you sing out loud instead.
That’s how Seokjin found you, singing along to a sad ballad, horribly off-tune in front of your laptop with a stack of papers around you. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes turning into crescents as he tried to calm his heart. He didn’t know why everything you did was so cute lately but he wasn’t complaining. It seemed that throughout your friendship he had discounted all of your moments, moments when you were free and truly yourself. Now, it was became a game for him to sneak up on you when you were least expecting, only so he could relish those moments for a bit. It may be a little creepy but he didn’t think you’d mind, not when you turned to find him watching from the doorway and instead of being embarrassed or stopping, you just waved, continuing your awful runs.
He laughed, coming up to you and placing a kiss on top of your head, depositing the snacks he had dug up from your kitchen on the table. Clapping at his foresight, you reached for the bag of shrimp crackers, opening and taking a sniff, savoring the umami scent before popping a few in your mouth.
“I knew there was a reason I didn’t kick you out after sex,” you teased, between bites as he rolled his eyes. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have left even if you did kick you out, if only just to annoy you and not because lately he really couldn’t get enough of your presence. He had half a mind just to put you in his pocket and move you to his apartment.
“Why are you staring at me?” you mumbled, cheeks ballooned with crackers, and he just laughed, pulling you up by your wrist, an idea blooming in his head.
“Come on!” he called, dragging you through your apartment to the front door, your house slippers clacking loudly on the tiles as you tried to keep up with his speedy long legs. It was when he opened the door that your questions started. Questions that he ignored with a shush and a “Wait for it!” Soon enough, you were at the door of your apartment building the usual view of the street blurred behind the sheets of rain pouring from the skies.
“Seokjin it’s raining!” you exclaimed, digging your heels into the ground, ignoring as he begged you to just listen to him. You didn’t understand why he wanted to go out in the downpour all of a sudden, just the thought of wet clothes sticking to your body had you cringing. You were in your pajamas for fuck’s sake!
“Please! Just once,” he pleaded, bottom lip jutting out and eyes wide, a combination he knew made you weak. It had worked when he used it to convince you to sing a duet with him in the high school talent show. It had worked when he took you fishing just for you to be bored out of your mind for six whole hours. And it worked now.
“Fine. God, you’re so annoying!” you groaned, starting to walk again as Seokjin beamed, raising a fist in the air like he was in some coming of age movie. Rolling your eyes you followed him outside tentatively, the rain already starting to soak you both. Seokjin, on the other hand, seemed as if he didn’t even notice, walking casually down the sidewalk and around the building to the little park at the corner.
It was desolate, not a soul in sight, considering the terrible weather, and once again you were left wondering what mental breakdown your best friend was having to be standing grinning in the rain. He let your hand go when you reached the park, instead opening his arms and looking at the skies with a joyful laugh that made your own smile crack. He looked like a little kid about to jump in puddles behind his parents’ back. You almost felt bad breaking him out of his bubble.
“So you’re just here to frolick?” you smirked, crossing your arms as you looked him up and down. His shirt was plastered to his torso, revealing the spectacular body he often hid behind oversized clothes, and his legs glistened where they peaked from under his shorts. He kind of looked like a drowned rat with how his long hair was stuck to his face and you couldn’t help but laugh how ecstatic he looked despite his appearance.
“Nope,” he answered smugly, pulling you to him till you were chest to chest. “I’m here to kiss you!”
He giggled at the confusion on your face as he cupped your face, fruitlessly trying to move the raindrops scattered across it with his thumbs. Even with the slight chill of the rain, a warmth bloomed in his chest as he stared at you, your eyelashes flicking away the little drops of rain as you blinked up at him.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss in the rain,” he whispered, eyes glued to your lips as he waited for another snarky comment from you. When none came, he leaned down pressing his lips against yours slowly, savoring how the taste of rain mixed with yours, sending his senses fuzzy till he was melting into you.
Seokjin and you didn’t kiss too often yet lately it seemed that the two of you used any excuse to have your lips on each other. Hello kisses, goodbye kisses, good luck on your test kisses, hey that’s a cute cat video kisses, and now rain kisses. The reasoning kept getting flimsier and you knew that you should probably stop. Friends with benefits didn’t kiss, but the reasoning was lost on you when Seokjin’s kisses set your whole body aflame.
Winding your arms around his neck, you stepped on your toes to deepen the kiss, enjoying how he smiled at the gesture, his own arms circling your waist and lifting you up. It was effervescent, the sudden giddiness he felt just from kissing you and he couldn’t help but laugh, his forehead against yours as he twirled you around like he was the lead in a cheesy romcom. You told him as such and it only resulted in his laugh getting louder till he was putting you down, kissing you once again between giggles.
“Thanks for helping me get my wish,” he snickered, his hand in yours as he led the two of you back to your building.
You shrugged, oddly less stressed than you had been earlier, the little break helping you look past the infuriating pages of assignments you still had to go through. “That’s what friends are for.”
He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you as he entered the code to your building, the two of you trailing water behind you. He felt you shiver at the blasting airconditioner in the hallway, opting to wrap his body around your back as he waddled you both to your front door, making you laugh at the absurdity that his equally soaked body would warm you up.
“Shower?” he asked when the two of you were back in your apartment.
“You did all of this for shower sex, didn’t you?” you deadpanned, eyes narrowed at him but he just rolled his eyes again at you before bending at the waist and lifting you over his shoulder making you squeal in surprise.
“Let’s go, little brat!” he exclaimed, smacking your ass once and carrying you to the bathroom.
Perhaps friends with benefits were supposed to have rules, but if this is what it was like without any rules, you were euphoric without them.
Summary- Results of a pregnancy test lead to heavy conversations.
word count- 3.6k
pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader
rating- PG 15
genre- series, idolau, fluff, smut, angst
warnings- unwanted pregnancy, talks of abortion, allusions to depression and anxiety, panic attack (brief), SO MUCH ANGST.
a.n- well after 2952905209582 years im back with an update and all I can say is im sorry but the angst is upon us! hopefully the next update won’t take me too long to finish! hope you enjoy this chapter and stay with this couple. I really do love them and im looking forward to you following the rest of their journey (as slow as it may be)
A special thank you to @casuallyimagining for hearing me screaming about this wip for ages and @m-yg93 for beta reading this for me! Love you both!
As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask!
You stared at the tiles of the cold bathroom floor as you sat next to Namjoon, timer on your phone counting down the seconds to your fate. Your thoughts were dramatic, loudly knocking around your brain, but all you could focus on was the little grime between the white tiles that was missed by the cleaners. You had half a mind to get up to scrub it out just to give you something to do, but Namjoon’s hand was holding yours tight, his eyes glued to the pregnancy test placed in front of you. You had left it upside down to save yourself from the suspense – not that it helped.
“Are we… are we excit-” Namjoon began only to be cut off by the shrill alarm from your phone. The two of you stared at one another for a while, too scared to look at the results. With one hand still in his, you reached for the test, flipping it over to see the results
Two lines.
Positive.
You exhaled loudly, your heart pounding as you looked at Namjoon who was still staring at the little white stick on the floor, his mouth falling open. When he looked at you, his mouth turned into a huge smile, one that deepened his dimples and scrunched his eyes till they were invisible. While waiting for the results he didn’t know what he wanted it to say, but as soon as he saw it, he couldn’t help the way joy bubbled through him. You were pregnant. He was going to be a dad and before he knew it his hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss, gentle and reverent, as if he was pouring all the love he had into it.
“We’re pregnant,” he sighed, his forehead on yours, his fingers gently stroking the nape of your neck.
“We are,” you replied, but instead of the exhilarated tone that Namjoon sported, yours was almost empty, devoid of any emotions. It made him startle, pulling away from you to gauge your neutral expression.
“Are we not happy about this?” he asked, only for you to stand up and walk towards the living room where you sat on the couch, staring into space. He followed you, sitting beside you, hesitant, a hand holding yours. You fingers remained limp as he entwined them, caging his heart in his chest as it banged against the walls, faster and faster.
He didn’t know how long you stared blankly at the wall in front you, unblinking, frightening him beyond belief. It could’ve been minutes, it could’ve been hours, your eyes pointed to the latest painting he had acquired decorating the blank wall. He looked away from you after a while, taking in the abstract as well, letting the rusty hues embrace him, comfort him like they did the day he ran across them at a gallery. But the smoky haze around the rust pounced on him, coloring his thoughts with fear he hadn’t seen in the artwork before, the fear of the inevitable, the fear of the inescapable. It clouded his lungs, making them heavier with each breath, stepping on his trachea, until suddenly you were moving, leaving his hand and reaching for the laptop on the coffee table in front of you, typing away.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, scared that if he spoke any louder you would shatter, or shatter him. He wasn’t sure which one he preferred.
“Setting up an appointment. Need to confirm with the gynaecologist,” you replied curtly, face vacant of any emotion, eyes scrolling the screen, searching.
“Oh… yeah of course. Yeah,” he murmured, trying to gather all his patience till it ran away from him and he was turning towards you fully, a leg coming up to rest against the cushions and hands moving to your shoulders. He traced your cheek with a finger, wanting you to let him into your head, searching your eyes that looked at him listlessly. Mustering a smile, he tried to reassure you, “But hey listen. We’ll be okay. It’s us. We can do this.”
“Namjoon. We’re not having a baby,” you said, firm and final. You didn’t want to fantasise about maybes, you needed solutions, a way to fix what might destroy your life, and for a moment, you didn’t care what Namjoon thought. He would be okay. You would make him understand eventually.
“What?” His voice was sharp, cracking through the silence, hands falling away from you, face tightening into the hard lines you rarely saw. And somehow you felt angry. You knew he wanted kids, he had always wanted kids, cuddling you in bed and waxing poetic about someone you’d both create, but he had to realise it was too soon.
“We’re not ready! Think about it. We’ve barely been together for two years! Having a baby right now is insane,” you ranted, tossing your laptop back on the coffee table just so you could look at him, make him understand how drastically your life could change. You expected Namjoon to fight, but instead he moved closer, cupping your face between his palms, gazing at you softly.
“What does time have anything to do with it? I love you, you love me. That’s all we need,” he assured. He knew that this was not the plan, he was supposed to give you the ring first, he was supposed to learn how to cook your favourite dish and surprise you on your honeymoon first, he was supposed to buy the house with the large yard that reminded you of your childhood first. But who was he to reject fate when it came knocking on his door?
“The timing isn’t right Joonie. You know it’s not,” you pleaded, tone softened to match his, but you could see the frustration growing within him, the tell tale tightening of his jaw sparking your earlier anger. Anger that ignited at his next words, spitting out of his mouth as he dropped his hands from your cheeks to your shoulders as if trying to shake some sense into you.
“Oh come on Y/N! Why are you acting like we’re sixteen and got pregnant? We’re almost thirty. We’re both financially stable. The timing’s not the issue here.”
“Of course it is! Or do you not remember crying on this fucking couch about your year long tour?” You brushed him off, standing up to give yourself some distance, but he followed suit, coming closer, confusing you with the whiplash of him yelling and then pleading all in one go.
“I’ll get them to move it around!” he insisted, running his hands over his face before he hugged you close, murmuring in your ear, “We’ll figure it out. It’s our baby.”
“It’s not a baby! It’s a collection of cells,” you pushed him off once again, trying your hardest to make him understand the gravity of the situation. Having a baby wasn’t a one time thing, it was something that could change all of your plans, that could change the course of your lives. “You can’t move around the tour! It’s impossible. We can have a baby in the future. It’s just not right.”
“Then I’ll fucking quit! It doesn’t matter. I’d do that for you,” he promised, determined, jaw clenching, fists balled at his sides.
“I don’t want that,” you implored, voice strained, goosebumps running up your spine. “I can’t get pregnant. Harry quit, I need to be in the comp-”
“Fuck the company! It’s our baby,” Namjoon yelled, startling you as he came closer. “If I can quit, so can you. We can still be happy!”
“I can’t quit! Are you insane?” you matched his volume, wanting so badly to knock some sense into him, your fists gripping his shirt at his chest.
“You have majority shares, you’ll be fine,” he promised, holding you, trying to comfort you but he just didn’t understand. How could you prove every misogynist that sat on that board that you were indeed who they predicted, just a woman abandoning her hard work to build a family?
“No,” you said, pushing him away once again, unaware of your strength as he stumbled back, a look of betrayal marring his features. “You can quit, but I can’t.”
“Why?” he protested.
“Because you’re already successful!” you yelled, feeling all the energy sapping out of you with your retort, leaving your knees shaking, your entire body quivering. “You’ve already reached your dreams. I can’t abandon mine. Joonie, please.”
The way you pleaded made his heart shatter, made him fall into a million pieces as he felt his eyes burn, his sinuses clogging with the dissonance of empathy and selfishness, because to Namjoon his dream wasn’t being an idol, it was you and now your unborn child.
“That’s not my dream… not anymore,” he declared softly, head bowed as if you had slapped him and you couldn’t take it anymore, sitting back on the couch to book the appointment.
“Let’s talk about it after the appointment,” you whispered, heart beating against your chest, clawing at it as you ran through contingencies, figuring out where you could get an abortion in a nation that had them criminalized. You knew you were breaking Namjoon, and you hated it, but he didn’t understand what was at stake for you. How many endless nights you had spent working to make a name for yourself, to make something out of nothing but your ideas and relentless grit. How you had faced rejection after rejection before uprooting your life, leaving your family behind, and now you were on the cusp of where you had envisioned yourself in your tiny dorm room so many years ago. How could he expect you to throw it all away? All for some fault in your birth control?
You ignored Namjoon as he sat on the couch next to you, his body as drained as yours, defeat pouring out of every pore. He couldn’t help silently weeping, hoping that you’d change your mind, that you’d suddenly tell him you were joking, wrap him in your arms and tell him congratulations. Then he could laugh, joke with you about scaring the life out of him, kiss you and run to his closet and pull out the ring. But the real joke was that you just sat there long after you had shut the laptop, the distance between you growing.
He hated it. He hated that somehow you felt like a stranger in that moment. He understood you, knew the pressures that threatened to bury you at every moment, but he still couldn’t help wishing that you would listen to him. He wasn’t alone when he fantasised about kids, you were there with him in the nights after he had exhausted your body, holding you warm between the sheets as he talked about the family two of you would create. You would tell him the names you wanted, about how you hoped your child wouldn’t lose the little shoes he had gotten so long ago now.
He wanted to reach out and comfort you, even though you had just broken his heart. It was stupid how you were also the only one who could heal him, reassure him that his dream wasn’t futile, that wanting you, wanting a family wasn’t as far off as it seemed in the moment. But as he gathered the courage, slowly inching his hand closer to yours, you stood up walking to the kitchen, leaving him frozen on the couch.
Cutting the vegetables for a meal always calmed you, but each time the knife hit the cutting board, you felt your heartbeat in your ears, your breaths getting shorter till you were squatting on the floor, head between your knees. You knew you would lose Namjoon, in all this time, there was a niggling thought at the back of your mind that he would wake up and realise that what he thought was love was an infatuation, much like others before him. However, you hadn’t thought of how you would push him away, how you would cut his heart out and present it to him. Your words ran through your head, harsh and selfish as you pictured the man you love getting more and more dejected, tears falling down your cheeks. You tried to compose yourself, control your breathing, remembering to count the rise of your chest. You breathed in for five seconds, letting the air inflate your lungs, holding it for another five, before expelling it out with your doubts.
It didn’t take long for the panic to subside, for your tears to dry – years of practice had that effect, and soon you were standing up once again, trying to dispel the disappointment that washed over you when Namjoon was still sitting in the living room, still staring at the wall like you had left him. You were disappointed in yourself, but you were still firm in your decision. You couldn’t give him what he wanted, not now.
Cooking dinner helped you collect your thoughts, get brave as you called him to the kitchen, yet not brave enough to hold him like you wanted to. Dinner was spent in silence, the tension of the fight lingering in the air like acid, peeling off your skin and leaving it raw. Every moment felt hesitant, laced with anxiety, heavy like gravity had increased tenfold. In bed, the two of you faced away from each other, an ocean between you of worries furrowing your brows and sinking your hearts.
But Namjoon was brave. Or maybe he was too scared to let the argument take roots in the foundation you two had worked hard to build. He could feel it seeping in, trying to lodge its claws in, and so in the silence hanging like tendrils of a willow, he said your name, letting it act as an anchor as he tentatively turned around, his hand reaching out for you, fingers gently grazing your back. When you ignored him, not knowing how to face him after the way you had acted, he tried again, mature and persistent.
“Can I hold you?” he whispered, his index finger poking your back ever so softly. It ached your heart, his timid tone making your lip wobble as you shrugged. He took that as an agreement because you had barely moved your shoulders before his body was around you, long limbs wrapping you in a safe embrace. The breath you released was hallowed, a shaky exhale burning your lungs and stinging your eyes. You grasped his hands tightly in yours, criss crossing your arms around your body and he moved closer, head almost on top of yours, needing to be closer.
“I love you.” His proclamation was comforting, even when his voice was waterlogged and his tears tracked from his cheeks to yours.
“Even if I don’t want this baby?” You needed to know. You didn’t know if you would change your mind. You were in no position to bring a child into the world, not yet. You needed the reassurance that he trusted you, and would wait for you. He was quiet for a moment, more hesitant than he had ever been with you and it made your heart pound beneath your chest, begging for an escape.
“Even if you don’t want this baby,” he confirmed, his nose tracing your cheek and you couldn’t help a tear escape along with a flurry of apologies that he kissed away. Sleep was elusive and his snores never came to comfort you with their lullabies. Lost in your own thoughts you stayed wrapped in each other till the sun was fighting to peep in through your drapes, alerting you that in a few hours you both would have to make the biggest decision in your relationship.
It was quiet in the little hospital room, bright lights and the plants secluded in the corner of the pastel room not bringing any comfort to the two of you as you sat stiffly in the plush chairs behind the large oak desk. The receptionist had quietly escorted you to the room to wait till the doctor was ready, and you were glad that Namjoon had less of a chance of being spotted in a gynaecologist’s office.
He held your hand as you sat together, grip unfaltering even when the nurse came in to draw some blood. He watched over his glasses as you drew in a sharp inhale when the needle pricked through your skin, your fingers around his tightening just a little. He wished he wasn’t in this situation, that time had been kinder and given you the successes you wanted at the same time as him so you felt ready to start a family to truly be with him. But nothing ever went according to plan for him, and even when it did, it didn’t work like he had thought.
He had experienced it in his career. The poetry he used to write in his childhood bedroom on his scattered desk had now transformed into lyrics echoed in strangers’ bedrooms. He had worked harder than anything to ensure that, put his youth as collateral, put his relationships as collateral for his success and he had achieved it. Yet, each moment felt frayed. He never had the opportunity to sit still long enough to actually relish the fruits of his labours to enjoy it before he was working on the next thing, trying to block out the voices that told him he wasn’t good enough. He worked to prove them wrong and when he did, they always relegated his efforts to luck. It was frustrating. This was not how he thought reaching his goals would feel like, bittersweet and fleeting.
It was the same with you sometimes. He never imagined a partner was in the cards for him, never imagined that someone would ever care enough about him to love him despite his flaws, but you had. You showed him that it was okay to break down, to let down his walls, and so he worked hard to ensure he never lost you, read books on how to be the perfect partner, a “female-written male character”. But even with your voice telling him he was enough, he was eager to move onto the next step to prove even further how perfect he could be for you. You didn’t pressure him into, you didn’t need to, he was conditioned to want more, to always want more. He just didn’t think you wouldn’t want more with him.
However, when the doctor walked in, he wished that he could convince you otherwise. Maybe if you could see the bundle of cells the two of you had created together, you could envision the future with him. He held your hand as the doctor talked, barely registering what she was saying because he was too anxious, too impatient for her to do an ultrasound. You wouldn’t want an abortion if you saw it, right? But nothing ever went according to plan for him. There was no ultrasound. The movies he had watched had lied to him. All the doctor did was look at a report on her tablet, smiling sadly.
“So Y/N, I’ve got some bad news,” she began and Namjoon’s heart pounded in panic, a sheen of sweat already appearing on his forehead. Her tone made a chill travel up his spine and he tightened his grip on your fingers, bracing himself. “Unfortunately, you are not pregnant.”
He knew he should’ve been relieved, just like you seemed to be, your shoulders relaxing and a breath escaping your lips, but his throat ran dry, all the moisture seeming to deposit into his eyes. You smiled at him and he reciprocated, happy to see you happy. He had to be happy, right? There was no reason to mourn something that was never there, but with every question you asked the doctor, he felt more helpless. Folding his hands in his lap, he stared at them solemnly. Apparently pregnancy tests could be wrong if they’re expired. He didn’t even know they had an expiration date, but then again did he know anything at all?
Turns out he didn’t even know you, feeling irrationally annoyed at the sudden pep in your step as the two of you made your way to the car. You were already on the phone scheduling something or the other with Siwon, oblivious to the tears in his eyes as he stared at the passing blur of the streets.
“Joon?” your voice broke him from his thoughts and he cleared his throat, humming in response. “You okay?”
He should’ve told you the truth, enlightened you to the flurry in his head, but when he turned to you, you seemed so relaxed, so happy that he didn’t have the courage to dampen the bright smile on your face. So he lied, “Yeah. I’m okay. You?”
You didn’t believe him. Somehow in your relief you had failed to notice how closed off your boyfriend had become. Sequestered in the corner, he seemed impossibly small in the seat, his shoulders hunched, his hands resting in between his joined knees. He seemed to be almost closing in on himself. You thought he would be relieved too, relieved that you didn’t have to make a monumental decision, that you didn’t have to change the trajectory of your relationship over a mistake, but his dejected aura made you forget about your earlier joy, your arms wrapping around him.
You were almost afraid he wouldn’t reciprocate your gesture but soon his arms were wrapping around you too, his face buried in your hair as he inhaled deeply. It was as if the edge of last night’s fight was still there, threatening to pop the bubble the two of you had created in the backseat of the car, but you were stubborn, holding him tighter and refusing to let the agony manifest again.
“We’ll be okay,” assured him as he straightened, his tired eyes staring at you.
“We’ll be okay,” he promised, a hand cupping your face before his lips met yours, gentle and loving.
⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation ⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞Games:Food play, temperature play
Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW
Rating:18+
Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.
Word count:4,991K
Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare
A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.
Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!
It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.
Pairing:Sister!Reader + Kim brothers; JHS x Fem!Reader; some POV shifts on chapters/drabbles
Rating: M ()
Genre:Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; exes to ?; angst; smut; fluff
Warnings (more to be written in individual chapter updates): angst with a capital A; character illness and death; family issues; bickering; discussions of menstrual cycle; heavy pining; FWB; unrequited love; mentions of infidelity; reproductive challenges; toxic relationships; missed opportunities; some fluff; some smut
Teaser word count:1,476K
Summary:Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.
A/N:I’ve had this idea brewing for months now and it’s probably going to be one of my more ambitious AUs–more challenging than Scale, IMO. Four separate stories, converging into one. There’s going to be a LOT of angst, maybe some comedy…but definitely a lot of angst. If you’ve read my fics, you’ll know that I’m mostly inspired or prompted by movies or shows I’ve seen. This particular one has been inspired by This is Where I Leave You (2014). I’ve been thinking about a Kim Line fic for a while and I thought that this would be a perfect way to finally bring it to life!
Intro chapters will be posted as part of @btswritingcafe’s Specialty Coffee event.
@internetjunkdrawer – I know we’ve always joked about this series side-eyeing me as I kept working on other prompts instead of this. Now, I have no excuse!
Release date: June 2022
Namjoon is awakened by loud thumps and muffled conversations coming from above him. He feels around the nightstand for his watch. It was a makeshift nightstand–one that he assembled using an old dining chair and a desk lamp that he found in the basement–which was where your mom put him since all of the bedrooms in the house were taken.
He groans. It was just a little past 8:15 in the morning. Great. As if he didn’t just fall asleep less than three hours ago. He stretches the crick in his neck–this pull-out couch was not the most comfortable but at least he had the whole basement to himself. Alone. With his thoughts.
After a quick shower, he makes his way up the creaky steps and down the hall to the dining room, where everyone else was already seated and in the middle of a lively conversation.
“Well, good morning to you, sleepyhead!” Your mom beams at him from the head of the table. Her hair was all done up with a full face of makeup as if she were headed to a red carpet premiere.
“C’mon, darling, we saved you a spot,” she said loudly as the whole table continued their banter.
Namjoon walks over to take the open seat next to you. Your oldest brother, Jin hands over the plate of bacon to him, followed by a plate of eggs, offered by your younger brother Taehyung.
You poured him a glass of orange juice before you continued your story.
“Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah! So, I was around 10 and babysitting Tae—and uh, I realized that I had just gotten my period for the first time—which, I had no idea that was what it was then. And what do you know, dad walks into the room and sees blood on my clothes and flies into a panic.”
“Wait, so where was your mom in all this?” Jin’s wife, Yoojung, remarks.
Your mom smiled warmly. “I was in a remote location for ‘Valley of the Beast’ and we were filming some underwater scenes so they couldn’t really reach me,” she explains.
“Oh…gosh, I remember now. I remember when I biked past those news vans when the movie came out. It was pretty exciting,” she remarked.
“Right,” you continued. “So dad grabs me and Tae—throws us in the backseat of the car and he’s zooming past stop signs to get me to the hospital,” you begin to laugh.
“You want some more syrup for your waffles, love?” Jin asks her quietly.
She hesitates. “I really shouldn’t. The doctor says that too much sugar might not be good,” she replies softly.
He nods, putting the syrup dispenser back on the table, then leaning over to kiss her hair. She looks at him and smiles.
You see their sweet exchange out of the corner of your eye, but you continue your story without missing a beat. “So then he gets pulled over by Officer Cheong! And he goes, ‘Mr. Kim, do you know how fast you were going?’ And then dad practically yells at him like, ‘You don’t understand! My daughter is hemorrhaging! I need to get her to the emergency room!’ So Officer Cheong takes a look at me and Taehyungie in the backseat and checks to make sure that we were okay…but dad wouldn’t stop freaking out.”
Taehyung laughs. “That was a very exciting afternoon,” he says between spoonfuls of eggs.
Everyone around the table laughs because your dad can be so calm and collected especially during a busy night at the restaurant. And yet, at the faintest sight of blood or any medical emergency, all logic goes out the door.
Thankfully, Officer Cheong has three daughters and after concluding that you were not in any physical distress, he explains the situation to your dad and offers to provide a police escort to the nearest pharmacy to help him buy sanitary pads. The lady at the checkout counter was nice enough to tell you what to do.
Jin jumps in and connects the topic about a previous experience when he broke his fingers during a baseball game and his dad nearly fainted while he watched the doctor reset his digits in the emergency room.
Namjoon’s phone buzzes. He takes it out of his pocket to see ‘Victoria’ on the caller ID. He promptly rejects it.
“It’s your wife, why don’t you answer it?” You mumble at him.
“Why don’t you share another story about your cycle, YN?” He counters.
“What about you, Namjoon-ah?” Your mom says.
“Hm?”
“What’s your favorite memory of dad?”
“Uh…can we just circle back? Maybe Taehyung-ah can go next,” Namjoon says as he takes a bite of his bacon.
“I already went. Mine was pretty epic,” Taehyung replies.
He chuckles nervously. “How can I possibly follow YN’s story?”
“Oh, c’mon, Namjoon. Don’t you have any good memories of him?” Jin asks.
He tries to wave everyone off. “Sorry, guys. My mind’s just blanking out this morning. Didn’t sleep much last night.”
“You know, Joon, if you have any unresolved issues with your dad, now’s the time to get it all out,” your mom urges.
“Mom, why would you automatically assume that I have issues with dad? Maybe I just really can’t remember anything at the moment,” Namjoon answers with a slight hint of irritation.
Before she could argue, the doorbell rings and she excuses herself to answer it.
“Oooh! Wait, I’ve got another,” Taehyung volunteers excitedly. “So—I’m in the garage, searching for my beyblades in dad’s toolbox,” he trails off.
That took a load off Namjoon’s shoulders.
The conversation continues for a few more minutes until a chirping sound goes off.
Yoojung is slightly startled before looking at her phone to silence it. She clears her throat then gives her husband a look. “Uh, Jin?” She whispers, lightly tapping on his leg.
He sighs and slouches his shoulders slightly. “Now? Really?”
“Can’t do it by myself,” she mutters under her breath before she excuses herself and gets up from the table. After she puts her dish in the sink she heads down to the hallway and up the stairs to their bedroom.
“What’s up?” Namjoon asks.
Jin gets up from his seat begrudgingly and takes his own dish to the sink. “I have to have sex,” he announces blandly.
Taehyung snorts. “Jin-hyung, sex is supposed to be fun!”
“Yeah, well, not when it’s on a schedule.” He says before he trudged down the hallway and upstairs to his waiting wife.
“Well, whatever you do, keep it down so you don’t wake dad up,” Namjoon jokes.
“Very funny, Namjoon-ah,” Jin yells sarcastically from the landing.
The dining room windows have a full view of the driveway across the street.
Namjoon glances at you to find you watching the neighbor walk out of the front door towards his car.
“Enjoying the view?” He whispers in your ear.
“Shut up,” you said, turning your attention back to your plate of pancakes.
“We should ask him if he wants to stop by here and grab a bite before heading to work,” he teases.
“I’m sure Hobi can afford to get his own breakfast anywhere,” you snarked.
“I remember when I used to see him sneak out of your room before breakfast,” Namjoon says under his breath before snickering.
His body jerks, nearly knocking the table over when you pinch him on this thigh. Taehyung gives you both a quizzical look until your mom’s voice bellows down the hallway.
“Taehyung! Look who’s here,” your mom says as she walks into the dining room with company.
“Eunhae?” Taehyung looks like he’s just seen a ghost. She was the last person he expected to show up at your childhood home.
“She introduced herself and said she was your friend. I was just having a lovely conversation with her. She said she’d heard about dad and wanted to pay her respects. Isn’t that sweet?”
You cleared your throat, prompting your younger brother to introduce his ‘friend’ to everyone.
“Uh—Namjoon-hyung, YN-noona, this is Eunhae. She’s a good friend from the city.” He says nervously.
She smiles and bows politely to everyone in the room. “Jin-hyung is uhm, in the middle of something but, I can introduce you later,” he utters before giving you an uncomfortable look.
You already knew about Eunhae though you were equally surprised to see that she actually came out to your hometown, given your past conversations with Taehyung.
He immediately dotes on her, offering her breakfast as she takes her seat next to him.
Namjoon doesn’t suspect a thing and is distracted by rejecting yet another call from Victoria.
This was your family. You loved them with all your heart. However, in the rare cases that you all got together under one roof, it always spelled chaos. But it was chaos you’d choose over any picture-perfect life.
Chapter 1: Seokjin◥
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⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation ⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞Games:Food play, temperature play
Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW
Rating:18+
Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.
Word count:4,991K
Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare
A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.
Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!
It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.
“I thought you said you were bringing Kai?”
You groaned at Lili and waved her off. “Oh, I ended that shit days ago.”
Her eyes widened comically. “And you didn’t tell me?”
You shrugged. “Eh. It wasn’t really that serious between us so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“I thought you said he was cute?”
“Hewas,but that boy couldn’t make me cum if he tried,” you say flippantly.
“Oh no,” she says gravely. “So…it didn’t get any better?”
You threw your hands up and shrugged. “Nope. I just find myself reaching for my vibrator more often than not. I thought to myself—what’s the point of having access to dick when that dick ain’t shit anyway.”
She hummed, while she organized the produce in the fridge. “True.”
“What’s worse is that he didn’t even really have that much of a personality so…I was really counting on the sex to be mind-blowing. 0 for 2 there.” You scoffed. “I mean…is it really too much to ask to get dick-whipped every now and then?”
Lili laughs heartily by the kitchen sink. “I think the term you’re looking for is ‘dicked-down’,” she corrects.
“Whatever, Lil. The point is, I just want to be manhandled a little,” you call out past your shoulder. You rounded the corner to walk back by the front door to retrieve more items that your friends have unloaded when you jump after seeing a stranger standing by the door.
“Holy shit,” you yelped in horror and threatened to throw a can of chicken broth at him.
“Woah, woah—please don’t do that,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m really sorry that I snuck up on you.”
You hung on to the can of broth. “Who are you?” You ask as you try to bring your heart rate down. “H-how long have you been standing there?”
“YN, are you okay?” Lili rushes over to you then gets a good look at the newcomer. “Oh…are you—Hobi and Joon’s friend?”
He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I’m—“
“Oh, good you’ve met Yoongi!” Hobi exclaims out as he walks into the cabin unloading more groceries, followed by Namjoon and Yeona.
After formal introductions and some explanations, you finally relax and put the can down.
“Nice to meet you,” he says in a low, gentle voice. His eyes linger on you.
“Anyway, the room assignments aren’t fixed but obviously, Hobi and Lil claimed the master bedroom. Yeona and I have the loft and YN has the other bedroom that has a double bed. So your options are either the couch or hammock by the deck,” Namjoon explains.
“I’m cool with taking the couch.” You hear Yoongi say as you walk back to the pantry to put away more snacks while Yeona shows Yoongi where the extra sheets and pillows are.
******
Yeona and Lili busied themselves around the kitchen while you stuck to watching them since you were a bit of a hazard—which Yeona was completely comfortable with since Namjoon was the same way at home…and well, pretty much anywhere.
You sat on the counter snacking on a tangerine while watching your girlfriends prepare lunch. “So, how long have they known this Yoongi-guy? I’ve never heard them talk about him before.”
“Yoongi just moved to town. They were all roommates in college, lost touch for a couple years then reconnected just recently,” Yeona explains. “He works in tech, I think.”
You hummed. “He seems pretty quiet.”
Lili chuckled to herself. “Or maybe he’s just intimidated by how loud we all are”
“He’s cute though,” you said, noncommittally as you chewed on a tangerine slice.
Lili and Yeona’s heads whip around in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously.
You suddenly find yourself uncomfortably shifting. “What? I have eyes! I’m not insinuating anything.”
“Babe, insinuate all you want. I hear he’s single,” Lili says.
“…And packing,” Yeona adds.
Now it was your turn to be shocked at your friend. “Yeona! You are an engaged woman!”
She laughed. “So? I have eyes, too. Not that I’m going to do anything about it because I’m fully satisfied with Joon, if you catch my drift.”
Your giggles ring in the kitchen.
“But how can you tell?” Lili asks.
Yeona motions over to the deck where the guys are hanging out, making casual conversation when Yoongi gets up to grab a beer from the cooler.
“See how low those shorts are slung?”
Your eyes slowly drift to his waistband.
“It’s not just the drawstring and elastic holding them up,” Yeona mumbles. “I would know because,” she clears her throat, “Namjoon has the same special skill.”
You and Lili tilt your heads almost in unison and hum in appreciation. Suddenly, Yoongi glances at the window and into the kitchen and you all turn your attention elsewhere, pretending that you were doing something important.
******
After lunch, the afternoon turned to be a scorcher so you all changed into your swimsuits and made your way down to the lake to cool off.
Yoongi turned out to be a silent observer, mostly. Fully content watching the banter between you and your friends. Hobi and Namjoon would occasionally rib him from their college days and he just laughed along while trading one-liners of his own.
You were perfectly fine enjoying the afternoon and taking a dip in the lake. But thanks to Yeona’s earlier comment, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting down to Yoongi’s boardshorts. You were pulled away from your daydream when he randomly splashes you with water.
“You okay there?” He asks.
You freeze and panic. “Uhh—fine.” You blinked then shook your head. This wasn’t going to work. You decided to extract yourself from this potentially dangerous situation. Otherwise, this was shaping up to be an extra long weekend. “Uhm, you know, what? I’m gonna head back up to the cabin.”
“Are you okay, YN?” Hobi calls out.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll go and relax and maybe read a book or something.”
“Want me to come with you, babe?” Lili asks.
“No, thanks. I’m fine, I swear. It’s just the heat. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”
You made your way up the wooden steps leading back to the cabin. It was still pretty humid so instead of taking a shower right away, you go into the fridge and grab a couple of ice cubes and hold them up to your neck.
You sighed, feeling the touch of coolness against your skin.
“YN?”
You gasp at the sound of his voice, turning to see Yoongi standing by the counter.
“Jesus, you’re really light on your feet,” you remarked. “Were you a cat or something in your previous life?”
He laughs. “So I’ve been told. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You looked a little…flustered earlier.”
Flustered was right. Flustered with the thought of Yoongi’s dickprint mocking you through those shorts.
“You’re sweet but I’m okay. You didn’t have to come all the way up here to check up on me,” you say softly.
The ice cubes continued to melt and drip down your skin.
“Hot day, huh?” He says as he takes a couple of steps towards you, brushing up his soaked hair back with his fingers.
“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly breathless while you watched him.
“Leave it to Namjoon to find a place with no air conditioning,” he jokes.
You both laugh, breaking the tension. And then it was back again when you both fell silent. You fidgeted then moved the ice cubes to the back of your neck, where the water continued to drip down your bikini top.
“That looks refreshing. Can I try?” He motions to the ice on your neck.
You raised your eyebrows. “S-sure. Knock yourself out,” you said.
You were baffled seeing him walk up to you instead of the fridge. He was now inches away from you. You then gestured at the fridge and tell him, “There’s ice–”
“I said, I wanted to try this.” Before you could stop him, he dipped his mouth onto your neck and sucked hard.
You gasped as you felt the alternate sucking and licking patterns he did. When he squeezes your hip bone, you let out a deep, ragged moan.
But it was short-lived as you both jump and quickly separate the moment you hear Hobi’s cackles approaching the doorway.
“Hey, I thought you were gonna lie down?” Lili says.
“I was–uh–but…” You scrambled. “I…I just wanted to cool off a bit more,” you held up the ice cubes as some measly proof that you weren’t up to anything scandalous. You glanced at Yoongi whose hands rested on the counter, looking cool as a cucumber. As if he wasn’t just trying to give you a hickey seconds ago. You try to casually flip your hair to try and cover up in case he left any obvious marks.
Your friends don’t seem to suspect anything.
“Namjoonie, you think we can get the grill going?” Hobi says, breaking the tension.
Before Namjoon can answer, “Hobi–” Yeona scolds him. “Do you know who you’re talking to and what you are asking him to do?”
“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers. “I think I’m cooled enough,” he says before prying his eyes away from you and walking back towards the deck to set up the grill.
Everyone else retreats to their room to get changed while you rush over to the bathroom, immediately desperate for that cold shower you had initially intended on getting.
******
After dinner, you, Namjoon, and Yeona played some board games in the dining room while Hobi, Lili, and Yoongi sat out on the deck by the firepit. It distracted you momentarily from this afternoon’s close-call. You excused yourself to grab a beer from the fridge and decide to glance out by the deck.
To your surprise, Yoongi was already looking your way. Your breath hitches and you turn away. You fumble with the kitchen drawers, trying to look for the bottle opener.
“Looking for something?” You look up to see him standing in the kitchen.
“Uh–just…looking for the bottle opener,” you smile nervously. He unnerved you–there was no question about it. And this was only the first night! You wondered how you’d be able to get through the rest of the weekend thinking about Yoongi’s possibly gifted crotch-area.
“Here, I keep one on my key ring, just in case.” He offers you his set of keys, holding up the bottle opener separately and handing it to you. You flinch when his hands touch yours during the exchange.
“Uh, thanks,” you mutter after you crack the bottle open, then quickly drop the keys into his palm before you walk away from him wordlessly, to return to your board game. You were intent on avoiding him for the rest of the night–for your sanity.
The night went on and one by one, each of your friends started to turn in.
You laid in your room, tossing and turning. It was late but you craved something. You weren’t sure whether you were thirsty or hungry, or both. You pad over to the kitchen and rummage through the snack bin. You didn’t find anything of interest.
You look into the freezer then find a pint of cookie dough ice cream. That should hit the spot, you thought. You grabbed a spoon, and dug in–not even bothering to scoop a bit into a separate bowl. You’d probably finish the whole thing in one sitting.
“Can’t sleep?”
You are startled again as you spot him leaning against the wall by the kitchen.
“Oh my god!” You said as you clutched your chest. “Stop scaring me like that!”
He chuckles. “Sorry! I can’t help how I move. Or maybe you just need to relax a little bit. You seem a bit tense.”
You swallowed hard. “It’s the heat. I can’t stand it. I just get really agitated,” You said, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth.
“Sorry I woke you…I forgot you were out here,” you said apologetically, suddenly remembering that he chose to sleep on the couch.
“Nah. I couldn’t sleep either. I have a weird sleep pattern.”
You nodded wordlessly.
He walks over to the counter to reach for the bottle of whiskey then searches for a lowball glass up on the cupboards. When he couldn’t find one, he settled for one of the plastic cups set out and poured himself a shot. “Want some?”
You shook your head. Whiskey wasn’t really your thing…though watching him toss it back and swallow makes you want to get into it.
“I was thinking,” he started after setting the cup back down on the counter. “Since we’re both up, maybe we could finish what we started…you know, before we got rudely interrupted.”
“What makes you think I’d want to finish it?” You’d sound more convincing if the fluttering in your belly would just quit.
He smirks, then saunters towards you. He rests his hand on your hipbone and squeezes it gently. You gasp at the contact.
“One thing you need to know about me is that…I’m very observant. I also like to pay attention.”
He was closing in on you—your lips barely touching. You were panting softly into his mouth. He decides to tease you by darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.
“I know you liked it when I touched you here.” He was massaging your hip now. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter, unaware how much longer you’d be able to stand upright.
“And you liked when I did this,” he dipped his head and sucked on your neck. You stifled a moan. When he pulls away, you suddenly feel bereft.
“I want to try something.” You follow his line of sight as he glances over at the pint of ice cream that you were just snacking on. His eyes are dancing with delight as you telepathically work out what he was planning to do.
“Do you—“
“Okay,” you say a little too eagerly.
His lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Alright then.” He grabs your spoon and dips it into the tub. He brings it to his mouth for a taste. “Mm…what flavor is this?”
You watch his tongue lick the back of the spoon. “Cookie dough,” you say softly.
“Hm.” He dips the spoon into the tub once more. “I’m more of a chocolate guy but I think I might learn to like this.”
You gasp as he lets the ice cream drip down to the swell of your breast. As the drop slides down to your skin he catches it with his mouth, suckling on the skin. You immediately feel your panties soak through the gusset.
He pulls away once more, licking his lips clean.
He motions over to the counter. “Hop on,” he commands and you do as you’re told.
He takes the pint again and tells you to scoot down to the edge of the counter. Once you do, he drops another scoop of ice cream on your thigh. You watch it slowly drip down further into your leg.
Yoongi dips his head down and you could have sworn that you heard him inhale and take in your scent before he drags his tongue from your inner to your upper thigh. You stifled a moan when he began sucking on the flesh for a few seconds.
“Y-Yoongi, wait—“ You gripped his shoulders.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, but—“
His eyebrows knit in confusion.
“I think,” you panted, trying to get your head straight after his oral assault. “I think we should move this somewhere else? I-I just don’t want anyone to walk in on us. Maybe you’re into that but I’m not.”
“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a small smile.
“Bedroom, then?”
“Sure.”
You hopped off the counter and started to walk back to your room when you paused then turned to him. “Bring that, will you?” You nodded at the tub of ice cream.
As soon as he shuts the door behind him and sets the ice cream down by the dresser, you turn your head and pull his mouth towards yours for a long, deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, licking, tasting.
You felt him backing you up until your calves hit the side of the bed before lowering you onto it. You scoot back further and he starts working on pulling your bottoms off. As soon as he pulls your top off, his mouth quickly wraps around a nipple while his other hand pinches the other.
He pulls away to retrieve the ice cream that he left on the dresser.
You leaned back, your weight balanced on your elbows. Your heartbeat quickened as you anticipated his next move. His gaze was hot, lips parted as he dropped another scoop down to your pelvis. He drags his tongue downwards, until he goes past your mound and finishes with a light flick at your folds.
You gasped audibly. When he leans back, you dip your finger into the tub and swipe it at his mouth. A low growl escapes him as you licked it off hungrily. His eyes were so completely dilated by lust, they were black.
You lifted his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, his shoulders strain with the hard stretch of fabric. You take the ice cream from him and dip your fingers into the tub once more and drag it across your chest.
His head turned, mouth latching onto your nipple and suckling, easy, gentle tugs of suction on the sensitive point. You whimpered when his teeth caught the hardened tip, completely trapping you.
Your head bowed, eyes entranced at the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue fluttered at the tip, his throat working as he swallowed. Your core tightened and pulsed, echoing the rhythmic pulls. You feel him slide two fingers in you–working and stretching you for him.
Having had enough, he takes the tub and tosses it by the nightstand haphazardly.
He slots himself between your legs and settles there for a bit, tasting, and licking you. Your back arches, lifting your hips to his mouth as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over your clit. He sits up, stopping short of your orgasm–which, surprisingly, didn’t even make you mad.
Frantically reaching between you, you untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him. You gasped not just at the size but the girth. This was why you weren’t mad at him for stopping.
“What did you say you wanted earlier?”
You swallow hard as his voice brings you back to reality. “W-what?”
“Earlier, when you were in the kitchen.” He was pumping his cock slowly, stopping to squeeze the tip…teasing you while you salivated.
“I…I don’t–” you struggled to find the words.
“You wanted to get–what was it? Dick-whipped? Or dicked-down?”
Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as he repeated your supposedly throwaway comment from this morning–when he walked in on you and Lili in the kitchen.
“If that’s still on the table then you’re in for a real treat,” he says with a devilish lilt to his voice. You didn’t protest when he took your hand and pulled it towards him. You instinctively wrap your hands around him, fingertips tracing the thick veins coursing along his length. The tip was dripping with precum, your thumb captured it, hands gliding, spreading his slick all over him.
He pulls away and sits on the bed, urging you to climb on top of him. Once your legs settle on either side of his hips, you lift yourself slightly then align the tip to your opening. “Take it slow,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to be inside you all night and we can’t have you sore,” he says, running his hands down your arms.
That sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “What if–what if I can’t–” you struggled to find the words. You weren’t sure if he would fit–if you could make him fit. Sensing your apprehension, Yoongi reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from your face. “Trust me–” He kisses you. “You can,” he says confidently.
You were the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his cock back and forth between your already dripping folds.
He groaned at the feel of your warmth, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into you. He grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down, spreading you wide open for him.
“Fuck, Yoongi,” Your eyelids grew heavy as you sank onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of you.
He lifted you slightly. You sighed, feeling his length glide out of you until he stopped right at the tip. He held you there, hovering for a few seconds then lowered you again, making you take more of him in. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to maintain control.
You pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until your ass sat atop his thighs. He was deliciously thick and long. You whimpered as he throbbed inside you.
Tilting your head, you kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against yours.
With your hands on his shoulders, you fucked him with rhythmic pumps of your hips. He was delectable and absolutely irresistible. The feel of his cock moving inside you. That low, rumble in his chest gave away how turned on he was. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and his forehead. The way his biceps and pectorals clenched when you dropped down and his cock pushed deep. You were shamelessly needy for it and couldn’t get enough.
“Mm–so fucking good,” he growled, making your walls clench at the compliment.
He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving your face. Reaching between you, he rubbed your clit in hard, quick circles. His ministrations turned out to be too much–pushing you over the edge. You felt a scream building up but you also didn’t want to wake the whole cabin. You instinctively bury your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder before you came with a cry, your cunt milking his cock in euphoric ripples.
Not even a few seconds after the contractions slow, he springs into action and flips you on to your stomach.
With one hand at the small of your back, holding you down, he cupped your wet heat and rubbed, massaging your arousal all over you. He spread it around, coating you with it. Your hips circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to reach another orgasm.
The pounding in your clit and the needy clenching of your empty cunt was driving you mad. He pushed two fingers into you and your nails dug into layers of sheets. He finger-fucked you leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping you on the edge.
“Yoongi, please,” you sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside you rippling greedily around his digits. You were coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.
His fingers pulled free and then his cock was pushed into you. Your pussy spasmed around him, sucking him deeper. You heard his breath catch in a muffled groan.
You mewled helplessly with the pleasure of it, your entire body shaking as he fucked you thoroughly, his cock rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves. The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm.
“Oh, fuck, yesss,” you gasped, stretched tightly with anticipation.
Then he pulled out at the first grip of your core and left you hanging on the precipice again. Only to slip himself all the way back in, filling you, stroking rhythmically into your trembling core.
His thighs kept yours spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. The tempo of his thrusts were relentless.
You let out a sudden yelp when he gives your ass a good smack. Bending over you, he gasped in your ear, “Are you dicked-down enough yet? Hm?”
You had nothing left to fight with, barely able to whimper when he reaches under and rolled an aching nipple between his fingertips and slides down to your splayed legs. His hips began to lunge, his cock pumping upward into you as he pinched and swiped at the folds around your throbbing clit before rubbing the swollen bud.
You came again with a hoarse cry of his name, the sheets and mattress muffling your screams. Your entire body convulsing as the relief exploded through you. The orgasm lasted, what felt like forever and Yoongi was tireless, extending your pleasure with the perfect thrusts you’d craved for earlier.
You collapse onto the bed, panting and soaked with sweat. He pulls out of you carefully and turns you over with your back to the mattress. You were in a complete orgasmic daze–incapable of stopping him when he pushed your thighs apart and put his mouth on you. He tongued and suckled on your clit until you came again. And again.
Your back arched with each orgasm, your breath draining from your lungs. You lost track of how many times you climaxed after they began rolling into each other, cresting and waning like the tide.
Climbing over you with one knee on the mattress and the other leg extended to the floor, he pushes himself into you one more time. You shoved at him, “Wait–I don’t know if I can take any more…”
“I know, baby.” He slid into you, his eyes on your face as he pushed carefully through swollen tissues. “I’ll go slow,” He says soothingly.
Somehow, it occurred to you that he hadn’t cum yet. Hypersensitivity be damned, your hips moved of their own volition and met his thrusts.
“So good…can’t stop,” he says sighs. Like clockwork, you feel another orgasm slowly building up.
“I don’t think I can pull out–you feel too fucking good,” he moans as he drags his cock in and out of your cunt.
You didn’t want him to, either. “S’okay–implant,” you managed to assure him, referring to the contraceptive implant in your arm.
He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside you, pulling you onto him until you gasped in pain at how deep he was. Your cunt clung to the base of his length, spread wide for him. He filled you to the brim and you loved every bit of it. Throwing his head back, he gasped and jerked inside you. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting, staying true to what he said…that he just couldn’t stop.
******
The next morning, you awoke with the sun peeking through the blinds. You roll onto your back as your eyes adjust to the natural light that starts to fill the room. Vague memories from last night also began to flood in.
Yoongi.
“Fuck,” you sit up abruptly, suddenly aware that you were naked under the covers. The door slowly opening startles you and you instinctively pull the blankets tight around your chest. He walks in with a big, piping hot cup of coffee. You accept it and mouth your ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You hummed in appreciation while he sat on the mattress next to you.
“Didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing that sound,” he says as he shyly scratches the back of his head.
You smiled as your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat. “Uhm—did you…did you sleep here? I don’t remember.” Yes, the multiple orgasms practically rendered you comatose.
“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I managed to grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall after…for you–but then after that, I, uh…didn’t think I could walk back to the couch,” he laughed nervously, “So…I just knocked out. I hope you didn’t mind.”
“No, I didn’t.” Truthfully, you didn’t remember much but you vaguely recalled a warm body next to yours. You weren’t much for cuddling but it didn’t seem to bother you.
You both chuckled awkwardly. “Anyway, I woke up before everyone else and made breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry.”
“Oh.” That was nice of him. “Y-yeah…I just–need a minute to get changed.”
“Sure. Take your time,” he says casually before leaning in, intending to give you a peck on your cheek but you suddenly turn your head and he ends up landing on your lips instead.
Okay…this, you remember. His velvet tongue slips into your mouth, stroking yours in long, languid licks. He pulls away first–and you’re both breathless. Knowing full well that you were bare under the sheets, he’s fighting every instinct in him to rip the covers off you and fuck you senseless this morning.
“So…I’ll, uh, see you in a few minutes? Namjoon says he wants everyone to go on a hike later so you might need some fuel for that.”
You made a face. You weren’t much of an outdoors-y person but you also didn’t want to be the party pooper. “I guess, yeah.”
“Or,“ his finger brushes your bare shoulder. "I can tell him that we’re allergic to hikes and we can just chill in the jacuzzi out back. It’d be a shame not to put it to good use this weekend,” he says offhandedly.
You bit your lip at the sound of that.
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Genre:Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption
Word count: 2.3K+ words
Summary:On your brother’s wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.
A/N:I’ve been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so…I’m super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you’ll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I’d like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well!
Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love.
And with that, please enjoy Part 1!
“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.
“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well…I can’t wait to see you!”
******
Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.
You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn’t stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.
“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”
You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.
“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.
She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.
******
// Three months ago…
“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.
“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“
“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.
“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”
You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “YN, that is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.
“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.
Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.
You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.
When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.
“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”
You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “Cris, I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner.”
“Really, YN? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.
“Cristina!” you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.
You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”
She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“
You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, Cris, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.
After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.
You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.
His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.
You shuddered at the thought.
Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.
“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.
As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Cris, be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”
After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that, YN. I signed an NDA.”
//END FLASHBACK
******
“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.
“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.
“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”
“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”
“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered.
Your brows furrowed. “What?”
She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”
You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.
You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.
“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.
Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.
His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.
Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.
“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.
When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.
And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.
“Let’s sit?” He offers.
You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.
“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.
“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”
You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.
You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth.
His eyebrows quirk at your comment.
“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”
He chuckled. “It’s okay, YN. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.
You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”
You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”
“Uh huh?”
“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.
He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.
You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.
He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.
Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.
“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”
You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.
Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn’t stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.
“Okay–I’ve got it down,” he says nonchalantly.
“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”
“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.
You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.
Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone…“
Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him.” You paused. “Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.
“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”
You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you’d be circling each other all week, at which point, he’d be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.
“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.
You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.
He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.
You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”
He smirks at your skepticism.
“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.
He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking.
You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.
For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.
Andyou wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.
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\ kō-ˈket Definition:noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.
Pairing:Escort!JJK x Fem-reader
Rating: M ()
Genre:Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings (more to be written in individual chapters): cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption
Summary:On your brother’s wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.
A/N: This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you’ll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I’d like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well!
Comment, reblog, or send me feedback! –I love hearing from readers! Taglist is open as well so please comment on this post to be included on the next update.
Summary: You are a powerful Queen, ruling over the Zamia Kingdom with all of the grace, strength, wisdom, and amazing magical powers that you had since the passing of your mother left you with the throne. After 5 years of ruling on your own, you are approached by your court of advisors, The Solar Council, that marrying and producing an heir needs to be higher on your list of priorities. Of course, you don’t think you need to rush into a marriage because you know how to run your own damn kingdom. Luckily for you, your advisors took the liberties of inviting the Prince of the neighboring Pica kingdom, Jeon Jungkook, to Zamia for a “friendly visit”.
Warnings: mentions of deceased mothers, arranged marriages, sexual activity, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, big dick!Jungkook, pregnancy and child birth (but nothing descriptive).
WC: 15.1K
Author’s Note: This fic is a part of @btsblackcreatorsociety’s The Realm of Legends Event! I am so honored to be participating in this event, with several other talented POC writers in this fandom! I hope you all enjoy this because I enjoyed writing it!
One of your favorite things about living in Zamia was how beautiful the coast looked from any area of the palace that you lived in. The palace was placed right on the shore of the ocean, it being the very first thing that anyone saw when they approached the mid-sized island that was Zamia.
Being as though you were the daughter of the former Queen and King, you had definitely traveled more than the average citizen of Zamia but something about the shores and the smell of salty sea water always made you feel comforted and relaxed.
That’s why you were leaning against one of the large windows in one of the main hallways of the palace, watching as the waves crashed onto the shore and met the sand. Suddenly, a small bird flew up to the window and settled itself on the ledge, right next to where your hand was resting. The little creature looked up at you expectantly and you rolled your eyes before reaching out, checking the tiny collar that the bird had on and finding a small piece of white paper attached to it.
Meet me in the formal dining room for breakfast!-Jimin
“You know, the next time that Jimin sends you, tell him to just come and find me himself like a normal person,” you told the bird and the small animal chirped happily before turning around and flying off of the ledge.
After closing the shutters of the window, you turned to your left and made your way down the hallway to the formal dining room, your golden yellow dress billowing out behind you.
“Good morning Y/N!” Jimin greeted you happily, his grin almost blinding as you walked into the room.
“Morning Jimin, morning Hobi,” you replied.
“Good morning, my Queen,” Hobi said respectfully, getting up from his seat and bowing. The two clones of Hobi that were also sitting at the table bowed as well, one of them even taking the initiative to pull your chair out for you.
“I don’t know if your little delivery bird told you, but stop being lazy and having the birds do your bidding for you,” you told Jimin.
“Yeah, Tweet told me when she made it back to me but she also said that she doesn’t mind helping me out,” Jimin smiled triumphantly. Jimin had the magical power of zoolinguism, meaning that he had the ability to communicate with animals. Ever since the two of you were kids, Jimin was always surrounded by some type of animal, speaking and listening to them as if they were human themselves. Jimin also had the gift of abjuration, which granted him the ability to cast spells that would provide healing and protection. This gift made him especially qualified for the position of your personal advisor, which you gave to him as soon as your coronation ceremony had passed.
Hobi, like you and Jimin and every other citizen in your world, also had magical powers and his came in the form of cloning. He was able to replicate up to 20 different versions of himself at the same time and all of them were capable of independent actions and thoughts, although Hobi could predict their thoughts and actions himself if needed.
Most people only had one or two powers but you? You possessed four of them. This wasn’t entirely surprising because your mother had four powers as well and your father had three but it still made people marvel. The first of your powers was telekinesis, the ability to move and manipulate objects without directly interacting with. The second was telepathy, which gave you the power to see, hear, and read the thoughts of others but it only worked if you were touching that person. The third was magic detection which allowed you to sense when magic was being used near and around you. The last, which was your favorite and arguably the most special, was the power of enchantment. This allowed you to give other people magical powers and abilities and unlike your other powers, you weren’t born with this one. Instead, this power was bestowed upon you on the day of your coronation when you became Queen, just like it had been with every previous monarch of Zamia, going back centuries and centuries before your birth.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked them, looking at the pitcher of orange juice that was sitting to the left of you and smiling when it rose into the air and slowly made its way over to your glass, tilting over and pouring some of the liquid inside.
“Ah, that’s what Jimin had you meet us down here for,” Hobi spoke up. “The Solar Council wants to meet with you today.”
“Oh hell,” you groaned. “What’s wrong this time?”
“It’s nothing bad, promise!” Jimin swore. “They just have some little things that they want to discuss with you.”
“Little things?” You repeated dubiously. “It’s never anything little when the Council calls a meeting.”
“I know but I pried for some more information from Yoongi hyung and he assured me that it’s just some small matters that they want to give you updates on and stuff like that,” Hobi replied.
“Alright,” you sighed with a shrug of your shoulders, deciding to just focus on enjoying your breakfast before being faced with whatever antics the council was up to now.
An hour later, you were sitting on your throne in The Conference Room, where all meetings of the Solar Council took place as well as any other official Zamia business. The long square table was filled with the 6 members of the Solar Council which included Jimin, Hobi, Min Yoongi, Kim Taeyeon, Kwon Yuri and Park Sunyoung.
“Thank you so much for meeting with us on such short notice, your Highness,” Yoongi began after everyone had bowed to you and taken their seats.
“Cut the bullshit Yoongi, and tell me why you really called this meeting,” you huffed as you regarded the leader of the Council.
“As radiant as ever,” Yoongi joked. “We just have some things to discuss with you, as well as some updates.”
“Very well,” you acquiesced and Yoongi took a seat as Yuri stood up.
“To begin, I am delighted to inform you that the new school in the kingdom has been finished and the dedication ceremony naming it after your mother, our late Queen Thaliah, has been scheduled for two weeks from today,” she reported before taking her seat again.
“That’s amazing,” you smiled happily. “Jimin, please make sure that my schedule is completely free that day so that my father and I can spend as much time there as possible.”
“Of course, your Highness,” Jimin nodded.
“As for some magic developments,” Taeyeon said as she stood up. “The most recent ceremony for the current group of five year olds in the kingdom happened a few days ago and their powers have fully come in.” Although everyone in the kingdom was born with magical powers, having full autonomy over them and having them to their full capacities wasn’t entirely possible until a person had turned five.
“Oh, what were their powers?” You wondered.
“One with illusion manipulation, one with time manipulation, and two with shape shifting,” Taeyeon answered.
“God, I feel bad for the parents of the two with shape shifting,” Yoongi tsked. “My older brother is a shapeshifter and that can be difficult.”
“Well, it should be easier for them now that their magic has fully come in,” you pointed out as Taeyeon took her seat. “Thank you, Councilwoman Kim. Councilwoman Park?”
“The small famine that the farmers were experiencing has passed and we’ll be able to resume our weekly famers’ markets,” Sunyoung announced.
“Great,” you sighed in relief. “I thought I was going to have to request assistance form the Agara kingdom and you know how difficult King Junsu can be.”
“Happily, speaking to him won’t be necessary,” Sunyoung grinned. “A group of farmers also sent a basket for your table, in thanks to you for your continued support of them. I instructed the helpers to place it in the kitchen.”
“Thank you, Councilwoman Park,” you said as she took her seat.
“Now that all of the updates are out of the way and you’ve mentioned another kingdom, your Highness,” Yoongi spoke up a he leaned forward and set his folded arms on the table. “We actually do have something that we’d like to discuss with you.”
“I knew it,” you chuckled. “What is it?”
“There has been some concern about the royal bloodline,” he began slowly.
“And what concerns are those?”
“Well, you’ve been Queen for the last 5 years and you haven’t found a suitable spouse yet,” Yoongi replied.
“I am well aware of that and as I’ve stated previously, I don’t feel as though I need a spouse in order to properly rule Zamia,” you reiterated.
“Oh, we absolutely agree, your Highness!” Yuri interjected.
“We don’t ever want you to think that we doubt your ability to rule,” Sunyoung added.
“As members of the Solar Council though, we do have to advise you that finding a suitable spouse isn’t just about having a second person to rule the kingdom alongside you,” Taeyeon pointed out. “You know as well as anyone that the entire kingdom’s magic will be strengthened if there were two people on the throne instead of just one. Also, it’s about preserving the amazing magical legacy that has been established by your family. It won’t be possible to do that if you do not marry and produce issue.”
“Produce issue?” You repeated with a scoff. “What am I, a farmer? Or a production machine?”
“That’s not what Councilwoman Kim meant,” Yoongi sighed. “We just want to ensure the future of the kingdom.”
“Listen, I respect all of you as Councilmembers, as well as my friends,” you started. “But I am not, at present or in the near future, looking for a spouse.”
“Well, that’s why I took the liberty of inviting one of the Princes from the neighboring Pica kingdom to Zamia for a friendly visit,” Yoongi announced with a bright smile and your eyes widened in surprise.
“You what?”
“Prince Jungkook will be here in two days’ time,” he finished. Looking around the table, you saw the faces of the other Councilmembers and realized that they were not at all surprised by the news of this visit. Why? If you had to guess, it’s because they all fucking knew.
Everyone knew, but you.
Feeling your temper steadily rise, you abruptly stood up from your throne, causing everyone else to stand up as well and you stepped from around the table before storming out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t believe that they’d had the audacity to invite a foreigner to your kingdom without discussing with you beforehand, and it didn’t help matters that the foreigner was in fact another royal that you had never met before.
You had managed to work yourself up so much that you didn’t see anyone else walking down the hallway before you bumped into them.
“Hey, where are you off to, little one?” The voice said and when you looked up, you saw your father, Edric.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you apologized instantly but Edric shook his head, immediately noticing how upset you were.
“Come with me to my study and you can tell me all about it,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you down the hallway in the opposite direction that you came in. Once the two of you were in his study, he led you over to the large bay window that was on one wall, helping you have a seat before sitting down himself.
“Now, tell me what has you all worked up,” he encouraged you.
“I had a meeting with the Solar Council and Yoongi informed me that they’ve invited one of the Princes from the Pica kingdom to Zamia,” you revealed. “With hopes that I’ll take a liking to him and want to marry him.”
“Did they?”
“Yes,” you nodded your head. “I’m so upset because they blatantly went against my wishes all because they want me to pop out babies and keep the royal bloodline going. I mean, aren’t I doing a good job as Queen? I know I’m not Mommy but-”
“Hey, you are an amazing Queen,” Edric reassured you. “And who cares if you’re not your mother? You are fantastic in your own right and I never want you to forget that, ok?”
“Ok.”
“And as for the whole visit business, I knew about it because the Council asked for my permission to invite him here,” he admitted.
“Daddy, why did you do that?”
“I just want to see you happy, like your mother and I were,” he explained. “I know that you’ve thrown yourself into giving this kingdom all that you have but you deserve your own happiness. Ruling gets lonely baby, and you need someone by your side to not only love you but to support you when times get hard.”
“I know that Daddy, I do,” you replied with a small smile. “But you and Mommy’s marriage was a special case and a large amount of arranged marriages don’t turn out the way that yours did. I doubt mines would.”
“But you won’t even have the opportunity to find out if you don’t try,” Edric reminded you. “Running a kingdom on your own for five years is nothing to balk at. It’s a burden but not one that you should be shouldering alone. Please, at least give this all a chance. Worst case scenario, you don’t like him and we can all continue on as we have been.”
“Alright Daddy, alright,” you relented. “You’re right. What’s the worst that could happen?”
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In the neighboring Pica kingdom, Prince Jeon Jungkook was walking into his family’s castle after having gone for a run when he saw one of his older brothers, Taehyung, running up to him.
“There you are!” Taehyung exclaimed as he stopped in front of him. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where were you?”
“Went for a run, like I do every morning,” Jungkook chuckled. “What’s up?”
“Appa wants to see you in his study,” Taehyung told him. “Said that it was important so you should go now.”
“Alright, thanks,” Jungkook nodded before turning and walking off down the hallway. Once he made it to his father’s study, he knocked on the door and waited until he heard a deep voice say “come in” before he twisted the knob and pushed open the door.
“You wanted to see me?” Jungkook asked and his father, Kiwoo, waved him inside.
“Come in, come in,” he said and Jungkook walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked over to sit in one of the chairs that was placed in front of his desk. “How are you, my son?”
“Good, just got back from a run,” Jungkook replied.
“Ever my energizer bunny, huh?” Kiwoo joked and Jungkook rolled his eyes at the childhood nickname that his father gave him.
“Did you have something that you wanted to discuss with me?”
“Ah, yes. With Namjoon set to become King once I have moved on and Taehyung set to act as his second in command, I’ve been thinking about your future lately,” Kiwoo said.
“My future?” Jungkook echoed. “I’m in Pica’s royal Navy and thought that’s what I would do.”
“And I’m still in total support of that, don’t misunderstand me,” Kiwoo assured him. “But I received a letter of invitation from the kingdom of Zamia for you to be a special guest of the Queen.”
“Really?” Jungkook wondered with a raised brow. “That’s kind of odd when I’ve never been to Zamia before.”
“Well, word has it throughout the kingdoms that Queen Y/N is now looking for a spouse so I suspect that’s the reason why you received the invitation,” Kiwoo surmised.
“Did she?” Jungkook hummed. “I remember when she issued that proclamation like three years ago that she wasn’t searching for a spouse.”
“Well, things have obviously changed,” Kiwoo shrugged. “The visit will be three weeks long and if no sparks fly, then no harm, no foul.”
“Do you have a photo or something of her?” Jungkook asked and his father nodded, reaching into an envelope that he had sitting on the desk in front of him, reaching inside and pulling out a small photo before handing it off to his son. Jungkook literally felt his breath being taken away, his eyes widening when he saw how gorgeous you were.
“She’s a looker, right?” Kiwoo smirked and Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. “She looks exactly like her mother, that one. If her personality is anything like her mother’s was, then she should be an amazing person too.”
“Ok, I’ll go,” Jungkook agreed easily.
“Great! I’ll set everything up and you’ll leave in two days!” Kiwoo said but Jungkook didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, too busy staring at the photo of you in his hand.
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Two days later, you were standing in front of the castle, along with the Solar Council, your father, and a few of the helpers that you employed, waiting for Prince Jungkook’s arrival.
“You ok, Y/N-ah?” Jimin whispered from his place next to you.
“I still don’t like this,” you muttered. “I’ve never even met this man and yet you, along with the rest of the Council, decided to invite him here in hopes of sparks flying.”
“Ok, ok, don’t work yourself up all over again,” Jimin sighed. “We said that we’re sorry for not getting your approval but we truly did have good intentions.”
“Whatever.”
“If it helps any, you look amazing,” Jimin smiled as he looked over your body that was draped in a loose gown that was blue and yellow.
“If I don’t feel great, that doesn’t mean that I can’t look great,” you joked, making Jimin laugh. Just then, the gates to the castle suddenly opened and a long black limousine pulled through them, slowly creeping forward before stopping in front of where you were standing.
“Remember everyone, these are visitors from another kingdom so best foot forward,” you said loudly, getting murmurs of agreements and “yes, your Highness” in return. The driver of the limo had gotten out of the car in the meantime, walking around the backseat and opening the door. You watched with bated breath as a man got out, and you gasped lightly when you saw Jeon Jungkook for the first time.
He was dressed in what you knew to be some type of military uniform, which was a deep forest green color. His black hair was slicked back, with a single strand flopping over onto his forehead, and his chiseled facial features were on full display. His gaze and jaw were strong, contrasting with his nose, eyes, and mouth that looked so gentle and kind. The man was fucking hot and even you could admit that.
After he got out of the limo, he was followed by another man who was equally as gorgeous and a few helpers from their own kingdom as well.
“Your Highness,” Jungkook said as he walked over to stand in front of you. Having done this literally thousands of times before, you extended your hand and Jungkook took ahold of it, his grip on you firm as he bowed down in front of you while you did the same. “It is my honor to meet you.”
“And I you, Prince Jungkook,” you replied with a tight smile, watching as Jungkook stood up straight again.
“This is my brother, Prince Taehyung,” Jungkook introduced the two of you and Taehyung stepped forward, doing the same thing as Jungkook and grabbing your hand as he bowed to you.
“An absolute pleasure to meet you, your Highness,” Taehyung smiled.
“You as well, Prince Taehyung,” you responded. “May I introduce my father, Dowager King Edric?”
“An honor,” Edric smiled, taking the time to shake both Jungkook and Taehyung’s hands.
“And my council of advisors, the Solar Council,” you gestured towards the six people standing behind you. “They are the ones that extended the invitation.”
“Easy, little one,” Edric murmured in warning and you lightly rolled your eyes. “I know you both must’ve had a long journey here. Would you like to join us for dinner?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you,” Jungkook nodded.
“Well, we’ll get your things inside and you both can freshen up before we meet in the formal dining room,” you said before turning and gesturing towards your helpers and they walked over to the limousine to help with the luggage.
An hour later, you were sat at the head of the table with Jungkook at your side as you all convened for dinner together.
“So Jungkook, you’re the third-born son right?” Edric asked.
“Yes Sir,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m the youngest, Taehyung hyung here is the middle child, and my brother Namjoon is the oldest.”
“Ah, I was the fourth born son myself, and the youngest,” Edric chuckled. “Definitely a hard road.”
“Sometimes but my hyungs are great,” Jungkook smiled as he nudged Taehyung with his elbow.
“I hear Jungkook’s a valued member of Pica’s Royal Navy,” Hobi brought up. “How long have you been doing that?”
“Uh, since I was about 20,” Jungkook replied. “I don’t know, it just always interested me. Why? I don’t know.”
“It’s honest work,” Yoongi smiled. “Your Highness, don’t you like the ocean?”
“Of course I do, Zamia’s surrounded by it,” you responded with a sarcastic smile.
“Jungkookie here is an amazing swimmer, although he’s great at anything physical really,” Taehyung bragged on his younger brother. “Swimming, running, biking, even horseback riding.”
“Horseback riding?” You repeated with intertest, since you loved horses.
“Yeah, we’ve all been riding since we were kids and our mother taught us but Jungkookie’s the only one of us with an actual interest in it,” Taehyung told you. “You should see his horses back in Pica. They’re gorgeous.”
“Y/N-ah has quiet the stable herself,” Edric smiled.
“Who taught you to ride, your highness?” Jungkook asked you.
“My mother did, actually,” you said.
“Maybe the two of you could go on a horse ride together while you’re here then, Prince Jungkook?” Jimin suggested.
“I’d love to, if you would, your Highness,” Jungkook said and you just shrugged your shoulders noncommittally.
“Maybe. I have to ask though, why would a man with the power of speed bother with riding a horse?” You questioned.
“You know about my super speed?” Jungkook wondered in slight surprise.
“One of the Queen’s many powers is magic detection,” Yuri explained. “She can sense when any power is being used near her and what power it is.”
“But I’m not using my super speed,” Jungkook chuckled.
“So you think,” you interjected, making him look over at you. “But I can sense how restless you are from the long travel and that amount of energy isn’t associated with any other power but super speed.”
“Plus, she has a cousin who has super speed so she’s felt it before,” Edric added, making you smile and nod.
“That too.”
“Wow,” Jungkook gasped in awe. “That’s amazing. To answer your question though, I do enjoy slowing down when the moment calls for it and or even when the right person calls for it.”
“Is that right?” You murmured, purposefully ignoring his attempt to flirt with you as you busied yourself with digging into your meal. The rest of dinner went the same way, everyone trying to stimulate conversation between you and Jungkook while you resisted every try with the same stale attitude. Jungkook seemed to take it all in stride though, not seeming at all affected by your dry answers or disinterest for him and anything that he had to say.
Behind closed doors though, Jungkook felt entirely differently than he had let on.
“How could Appa even expect any of this to work?” Jungkook groaned as he paced back and forth in the guest room that he and Taehyung were sharing. “She barely even looks at me!”
“Cut her some slack Kook, she’s probably struggling to come to grips with all of this,” Taehyung said from his place on his own large bed. “I mean, imagine if you were King and your council went behind your back to invite some woman that you had never met before into your castle.”
“You think they went behind her back?” Jungkook wondered.
“I know it, because I read Jimin-ssi’s mind at dinner and he was thinking ‘shit, this is not going the way the councilmembers and I envisioned,” Taehyung reported, using his gift of telepathy to have read Jimin’s thoughts. “So just give her some time.”
“Time isn’t exactly a luxury that we have,” Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on his bed and looked at his hyung. “We’re only here for three weeks.”
“I know but don’t give up yet,” Taehyung advised him. “Keep trying. After all, nothing worth having ever comes easily.”
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The next morning, you were up at dawn to take a walk along the shore that was right in front of the castle. After the awkward dinner the night before, you slept fitfully because you could never rest when foreigners were in the castle which was the one thing that you didn’t really enjoy about being Queen.
As you walked, you thought about the day before. Jungkook seemed nice enough and he was certainly handsome, but you weren’t entirely sure of his suitability for you. Sure, he had some of the same interests as you but he was also the third born son who you were almost sure didn’t receive any of the training that children who were expected to become monarchs did. Of course, not having that training didn’t mean that he would be incapable at the job but it damn sure did help.
You also knew that you were a humungous bitch at dinner and you felt kind of bad about it. Jungkook and everyone else were obviously trying to make the best of the situation but you didn’t make it any easier. You figured that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you actually did try to get to know him, so at least that way, you’d be able to truthfully say that he wasn’t a fit for you.
You were so absorbed in yours thoughts that you didn’t realize someone breezing past you until they had almost bumped into you.
“Hey!” You shouted and the figure turned around, and you realized that it was Jungkook. “You almost knocked me down, you know?”
“Sorry, your Highness,” Jungkook apologized while bowing lightly towards you. “When I’m running, I get kind of a blur around me which makes it hard to see anything that’s not right in front of me.”
“Ah, the faults of our powers,” you joked, making Jungkook laugh. “What are you doing out here so early?”
“Well, I was feeling really pent up since I hadn’t been able to run and I couldn’t sleep because of it so I just decided to come out here,” he explained. “I have to say too, Zamia is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such clear water.”
“Yeah, it’s home,” you smiled as you looked out onto the water. “And it must be hard to have all that energy.”
“It can be sort of inconvenient at times, like when I have royal duties but it comes in handy other times, like when I’m working with the Navy,” he replied.
“The Navy’s an unusual choice for a royal,” you noted as the two of you began to walk down the beach together, side by side.
“Well, since I’m not in immediate line for the throne anymore, with Namjoon hyung and his wife Youngja having just had their first child, I’m more free to do what I want,” Jungkook said. “Since I have the powers of super speed, weather control and conjuration, being in the military just made sense.”
“Conjuration?” You questioned. “What’s that?”
“Basically, it means that I can bring forth any form of creatures, items, spirits, demons, deities and elements by either summoning, creating, or manifesting them,” he told you. “So things like images of them, their voice, or even holograms of them.”
“Wow, that’s unique.”
“Got it from being the child of a monarch,” he said and you nodded your head.
“I know that one,” you chuckled.
“What about you? What are your powers?”
“Ah well, you know about the magic detection but in addition to that, I have telekinesis, telepathy, and enchantment,” you answered.
“Telepathy?” Jungkook whistled. “That must be tough. Taehyung has that power, too.”
“It only works for me if I’m touching the person whose thoughts I want to read,” you explained. “Which I actually like because the thought of being able to hear an unwilling person’s thoughts makes me cringe a little bit.”
“Yeah, that could be awkward,” Jungkook laughed.
“My telekinesis is pretty straight forward. I can move objects at will without touching them.”
“And the enchantment?”
“I got that when I became Queen,” you smiled lightly. “It’s a power that’s only in my family line and each monarch gets it when the previous monarch passes away so when my mom died, I inherited it.”
“Wow. You know, my parents used to speak highly of your mother,” he told you. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“It’s ok,” you shrugged. “All a part of life, right?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any easier,” he murmured. “I lost my mom too, when I was 15.”
“I’m sorry,” you echoed his previous sentiment but he just waved his hand dismissively.
“Let’s talk about something happier before we get all depressed,” he joked lightly.
“Well, you said that the water was pretty but what about the rest of the kingdom?” You questioned. “Do you like it?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” he replied. “Much larger than Pica, though.”
“I know, I’ve been to Pica,” you nodded. “Pica has a charm about it though, along with it’s citizens.”
“I hope I’m included in that,” Jungkook attempted to flirt and instead of outright rebuffing him this time, you just smiled without saying anything and Jungkook took that as a win. The two of you continued to make conversation as you both made your way back to the castle, getting to know each other more and more with each step that you etched in the sand.
“You know, maybe we should go on that horseback ride while you’re here,” you offered and the grin on Jungkook’s face was so wide, you knew his face had to hurt.
“I’d love to,” he agreed without hesitation. “I really would.”
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A few days later, your schedule had finally cleared enough for you to be able to go on that horse ride with Jungkook. You met him in the stable in early afternoon, letting him look over the horses while you packed up the lunch that the helpers had prepared in a wicker picnic basket.
“This one is gorgeous,” Jungkook murmured as he stepped over to one of the larger horses, allowing the animal to sniff his hand before he began to gently pet her. “What’s their name?”
“This is Lady and she’s a Friesian horse,” you smiled. “She’s my baby.”
“I see why,” Jungkook replied. “She’s magnificent.”
“She was born on the anniversary of my mother’s ascension to the throne, so that’s why she named her Lady,” you explained. “My mother gave her to me when I turned 18 and we’ve been close ever since.”
“Whoa!” Jungkook exclaimed and when you looked over, you saw Lady shaking her mane towards Jungkook purposefully.
“Oh yeah, she’s a little sassy thing too,” you giggled, watching as Jungkook tried to get the horse hair out of his face. “Here, why don’t you ride her brother, Lord?”
“Twins?” Jungkook guessed.
“Twins,” you confirmed with a nod. Two of the helpers that were working in the stables saddled up both horses for you and once the two of you were settled on top of the large animals, you whistled over at Jungkook.
“I have a place in mind where we can go, follow me,” You said before clicking your tongue, which urged Lady into a light jog out of the stable. Jungkook and Lord followed behind you and once you were sure he was following you, a smirk spread onto your face as you clicked your heels against Lady’s side, which made her break out into a full blown run.
“Hey!” Jungkook huffed, a smirk of his own appearing on his face as he took your challenge, bumping his heels against Lord’s side and continuing to do so until he had almost caught up to you.
That’s how the two of you rode for the next 15 minutes, going up into some of the hills that were behind the castle. The silence was sporadically interrupted by giggle coming from you or laughs coming from Jungkook, usually when one of you managed to overtake the other in terms of speed. By the time the two of you made it to the small meadow that you had led him to, you both looked a little windblown.
“This is so pretty,” Jungkook murmured in awe as he got down off of his horse. Without asking you, he walked over to you and helped you down from your horse as well and you smiled up at him in thanks.
“No one knows about this spot except for family so we don’t have to worry about someone finding me for something or another,” you told him. Jungkook untied the picnic basket from Lady’s back and the two of you found a good spot right near the bank of the stream that was also in the meadow.
“Do you ever get tired of being Queen?” Jungkook wondered as the two of you sat down together, and you shrugged while you opened the picnic basket and began setting the lunch out on the blanket that you two were sitting on.
“It can be…draining sometimes, knowing that so many people depend on me and look to me for guidance and reassurance,” you confessed. “My mom and dad used to make it look so effortless and it wasn’t like that for me, at first.”
“My oldest hyung Namjoon says the same thing,” he nodded in understanding.
“But on the opposite side, I actually like being needed like that,” you continued. “It’s also nice knowing that so many people revere me, even though I truly doubt I deserve it.”
“Well, from what I’ve gathered from you this first week, I think it is deserved,” he said gently. “Even though you iced me out that first day.”
“I hope you’re not holding that against me,” you grimaced. “I was more so still upset at the Solar Council, because they extended that invitation for you to come visit without my permission.”
“They can do that?”
“No, but they found a loophole and asked my father,” you huffed. “Since he’s also a royal and the former King, he has the right to extend invitations like that.”
“I did think it was odd when my father told me about it, especially given that proclamation you issued a few years back,” Jungkook said.
“The Solar Council has made it a habit of trying to convince me to get married and pop out babies but I just want to focus on being the best Queen that I can be for my people, you know?” You told him. “If I’m somewhere in the castle, barefoot and pregnant, who will everyone look to?”
“Something that my dad has always said is that he can’t give the best of himself to the people if he’s not taking care of himself,” Jungkook said. “It must be insane to have so many people set their hopes and dreams on you, and I’m not pretending to know what that’s like, but I think you should make time for yourself too. Also, if you don’t mind my saying despite the real reason why I was invited here, having someone by your side means that the kingdom wouldn’t be vulnerable while you’re gone or busy.”
“But no one loves Zamia as much as I do,” you chuckled. “How will I find someone who respects it and it’s people as much as I do?”
“If you find the right person, they’ll love Zamia because you love it,” Jungkook explained.
“And do you?”
“Do I, what?”
“Love Zamia?” You questioned. Jungkook paused for a few moments, pondering your question and you held your breath, trying to gauge if you had been a little too forward with him.
“I think that as I learn more about it, it’ll be impossible for me not to,” he finally replied and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant by the phrasing.
“Nice to know,” you whispered.
“Oh! Before I forget, I have something for you,” Jungkook said and you watched as he held his hands together, slowing pulling them apart and revealing a hologram of a bouquet of calla lily flowers.
“They’re so pretty,” you cooed and Jungkook extended his hands towards you.
“Take them.”
“It’s a hologram, I can’t,” you laughed in disbelief.
“It’s only a hologram for as long as I want it to be,” he revealed. “Go ahead, take them.” You tentatively reached your hands out, grabbing onto the bunch of stems and gasping when you could feel them on your skin.
“Eternal flowers,” you muttered, leaning forward and smiling when you realized that the hologram even smelled like real life calla lilies. “Thank you, Jungkook.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiled as the two of you went back to enjoying lunch together.
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Everything between you and Jungkook changed after your date in the meadow. For the following week, the two of you were together anytime that you had some moments to spare. Though that meant that your quality time wasn’t so plentiful, Jungkook never complained about it and was always able to make the most of the time that you did have to spend together.
Jungkook was funny, more than you expected him to be, he was kind, and he was so clearly loving. The relationship that he had with Taehyung was enviable and he had even begun to get closer to Jimin, Yoongi, Hobi, and even your father. Seeing Jungkook and Edric together made you happy, and you began to seriously look at Jungkook as someone that you could be with.
With that thought in mind, it’s what spurred you to invite Jungkook to the dedication ceremony for the newest school that had been built in honor of your mother. You wanted to see how Jungkook would act with you in public, as well as how he’d interact with your citizens.
“We’re almost ready for you, your Highness,” Jimin told you and you nodded your head, biting lightly on your lip as you stood off to the right of stage that was in front of the large crowd that had gathered for the ceremony. You were dressed in a fitted pants suit in Zamia’s official colors, blue and yellow, as well as a sash and your gold crown.
“You ok?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at you, dressed in the same Naval uniform that he had arrived to Zamia in. “You look nervous.”
“I’m not the biggest fan of public speaking,” you confessed. “And this is for my mom so I really want it to be good.”
“And it will be,” he promised, reaching down and grabbing your free hand that wasn’t holding your speech in his hand. “Just take some deep breaths and speak from your heart.” Having him hold your hand allowed you to read his thoughts, and you could literally feel how sincere he was in what he said to you.
“Ok, thanks,” you said, a soft smile coming onto your face when he lifted your hand and kissed the back of it gently.
“Your Highness, it’s time,” Jimin said and you nodded your head, giving Jungkook’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it and climbing the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered at the sight of you and you took a few moments to wave at them all before stepping behind the podium.
“Good morning,” you smiled. “Thank you all so much for attending this dedication ceremony for our newest magic school. The formation of this school is special for two reasons. The first being that this school is a solid, visible example of how much our kingdom is flourishing. Needing more space means that our population has risen and to do that, one needs faith in the people that serve them that their needs will be met. It means the world to me that you all feel like you have a happy enough way of life here in order to start and grow families of your own, so thank you for that.” The crowd cheered loudly for a few seconds before calming down and allowing you to continue.
“The second, and arguably the most important to me personally, is that it gives us the chance to dedicate something to our late Queen, my mother, Queen Thalia,” you continued. “Queen Thalia was an innovator. She established the first official school in the kingdom, made sure that every citizen regardless of age was able to read and write and knew how to control their powers to the best of their ability. She was determined for the citizens of Zamia to have the best lives possible and that effort is seen even now, 30 years from her coronation. With my pleasure and the blessing of the Solar Council, I hereby dedicate this building as the Queen Thalia Magic Education Center!”
The crowd went wild at the announcement, cheering loudly and chanting a mix of your mother’s name as well as yours. Your father walked up onto the stage then with a pair of scissors in his hands and together, the two of you cut the ribbon that was right in front of the door to the school.
“Amazing job, little one,” Edric whispered to you and you smiled, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. After posing for a few photos with your father, the Solar Council, and the administration staff of the school, you made yourself busy with speaking to the citizens of Zamia, something that you prided yourself on taking the time to do.
“It’s about time that we finally had a building dedicated to your mother, ancestors rest her soul,” an elderly man named Minho told you.
“I know but the Solar Council, as well as my father and I, wanted to make sure that the dedication made sense and with this being a school, we saw no better time than now,” you explained.
“And how are you yourself, dear?” Minho’ wife, Helena, asked you. “I know it’s been five years since she passed on but it can’t be any easier for you.”
“It isn’t but I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” you replied.
“Of course she’s doing well, with one of the Princes of Pica visiting her,” a woman named Sooyoung laughed. “Are we going to be having a royal wedding and a coronation ceremony?”
“Not anytime soon,” you giggled. “Prince Jungkook as well as his brother Prince Taehyung are just here to visit.”
“Your mother said something similar when your father came to visit from his home kingdom,” Helena pointed out.
“Have a good time, you guys,” you bid your goodbyes to them to cut the conversation short, laughing to yourself when you heard them groan and complain behind you. You walked over to Jungkook, who was speaking animatedly with some children.
“Queen Y/N, Queen Y/N!” One of the little girls, who you knew as Boram, called out to you.
“Hi Boram,” you smiled, watching fondly as she did her best to do a bow to you before you greeted the other children as well. “Hi Yihwa, hi Sangjun.”
“Your Highness,” Yihwa and Sangjun both replied, the two of them able to greet you a little more properly since they were seven and nine years old versus Boram’s tender five.
“Queen Y/N, are you gonna marry Jungkookie Oppa?” Boram wondered and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you bent down so that you were level with her.
“You’re calling him Oppa already?” You wondered. “Do you like him that much?”
“He’s nice,” Boram nodded.
“She’s just saying that because he let her zap him with her electricity,” Yihwa reported.
“Ah, your powers came all the way in,” you deduced and Boram nodded excitedly.
“My ceremony is next week!” Boram announced happily. “Will you come?”
“You can’t ask her that, Boram,” Sangjun said. “She’s Queen and has other stuff to do.”
“I’ll have Jiminie check my schedule and we’ll see but no promises, ok?” You told Boram, making her nod reluctantly.
“Jungkookie Oppa, can I use your hand to show Queen Y/N what I can do now?” Boram asked him hopefully and unable to deny her pouty lips, Jungkook nodded his head.
“Sure, come on,” he gestured towards himself and Boram squealed excitedly, bounding over to stand in front of him. After you stood up straight again, you watched as Boram took a deep breath before making a spark of electricity with her finger, then using it to zap Jungkook’s palm.
“Wow, amazing Boram!” You cheered, clapping your hands and making a big show of it. It was always a monumental moment when a person’s powers fully came in, and you wanted to encourage Boram as much as possible.
Watching the exchange also made your respect for Jungkook grow exponentially. Getting a zap of electricity to your bare palm was no picnic and yet, Jungkook took it with a smile because of how happy it obviously made Boram. After that and seeing how he talked about magic books with Yihwa and what it was like being in the Navy with Sangjun, as well as talking to a bunch of other children and adults, it just confirmed what you had begun to suspect about Jungkook ever since your date in the meadow.
Jungkook would make an amazing spouse and an amazing King, and now it was your move.
…………………………………………………….
You paced back and forth on the balcony to the Throne Room, your blue dress breezing behind you and your gaze focused on the waves that were crashing against the shore. You had told Jimin to have Jungkook meet you here so that the two of you could talk, and your nerves were kind of starting to get the best of you as more time passed by.
“Your Highness,” Jungkook called out and you turned around, watching as he strolled over to you. “You wanted to see me?” He was dressed in a tan shirt, tan slacks with suspenders holding them up, black shoes, and his hair pushed back from his face.
“Yes, hi,” you exhaled harshly as you stopped pacing and looked at him. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”
“Well, I figured it must be important if you requested my presence,” he said. You took a quick deep breath in before releasing it, as a last ditch effort to calm yourself before you began to speak.
“So, we both know the real reason why you were invited here?” You began.
“Yes.”
“And over the last two weeks, we’ve gotten to know each other better than I thought we would,” you mentioned. “As a result, I’ve become interested in you and I hope the feeling is mutual.”
“It is,” Jungkook nodded with a smile. “Very much so.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” you sighed in relief. “But now, I need to know how you feel about Zamia.”
“I told you, I love it,” he replied honestly. “It took my breath away when I first got here and after attending that dedication ceremony with you and getting to speak to the people, I fell in love even more. If needed, I’ll do anything necessary to support Zamia and you as well, if you allow me to.”
“And you’re not just here to take Zamia away from me?” You asked and Jungkook shook his head with a furrowed brow. Although it was much rarer now, it wasn’t unheard of for a woman or a man to marry into a royal family just to stage a coup and snatch the power for themselves.
“The thought of that never even entered my mind, or my family’s mind,” he assured you. “I’m also a third born son so power hasn’t ever been high on my list of goals in life.”
“But that could be a reason why you came here,” you shot back.
“See for yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said, extending his hand out to you. You grabbed onto it, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing your eyes to flutter shut as his thoughts and feelings flooded into your mind.
The very first thing you felt was peace, which you always interpreted as meaning someone was being honest or had pure intentions. That peaceful feeling almost became overwhelming and that only confirmed how truthful Jungkook was being.
The second thing wasn’t a feeling, but a vision. The two of you were walking in the meadow that you had taken him to, hand in hand with two little figures running around in front of you. You could see how bright your smile was as you watched what you assumed would be your children play together and Jungkook eyes were focused on you, smiling at you with a look in his eyes that could only be described as fondness.
“Oh my gosh,” you gasped as you opened your eyes, seeing that Jungkook was looking right at you with a soft smile.
“Did you see?” He wondered and you nodded your head slowly. “That’s what I hope for when I think of my future here, with you.”
“Jungkook,” you whispered as tears welled up in your eyes, the vision of your prospective future making you emotional. Jungkook instantly moved closer to you then, gently cupping your face in his hands and making you look into his eyes.
“I know you have your reservations and I respect them, but I’m telling you that I want this and I want you, regardless of what that might entail,” he stated firmly. Looking into his brown eyes and not knowing what words might even exist for you to properly communicate how he made you feel, you decided to that the only thing that could tell him was a kiss. So that’s exactly what you did.
Your lips crashed against his passionately, your hands wrapping around his neck to grip at the hair on the back of his head. Jungkook returned your eagerness as his hands slipped away from your face and down to your waist, gripping you tightly and pulling you closer to him. He walked the both of you backwards until you were pressed up against the ledge of the balcony, your back arching as his lips trailed away from yours and began to press open mouthed kisses to your neck.
“Fuck,” you moaned.
“Mm, our Queen has a potty mouth,” Jungkook murmured teasingly, making you laugh out loud.
“Yeah, kind of.”
“I don’t mind, as long as I’m the one making you curse,” he said deeply and you found yourself nodding your head. He captured your lips with his again, making you moan again as the two of you made out. You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips but suddenly, you realized where you were and what you two were doing and how it would look if anyone were to walk out onto the balcony.
“Wait, wait, wait, we can’t,” you gasped, placing your hands against his chest and pushing him back slightly. “We can’t go too far, you know?”
“Of course, of course,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you chuckled.
“What’s your schedule like for the rest of the day?” He questioned suddenly.
“I’m free.”
“Great. Wait here for an hour and then meet me in the meadow, ok?” He said and you shrugged your shoulders before nodding. He pressed one last kiss to your lips and before you could ask where he was going or what he had up his sleeve, he raced away from you.
After an hour of more pacing and not knowing what to do with yourself in order to stay occupied, you rode your horse to the meadow and once you got there, you saw Jungkook already standing near the stream as he waited for you.
“What is all this about?” You wondered as you stepped over to stand in front of him.
“If we’re going to do this, I wanted to do it the right way,” Jungkook told you, reaching out and grabbing both of your hands in his. “You don’t have to feel obligated to say yes to what I’m about to ask you, ok?”
“Ok,” you nodded. A soft gasp escaped you when you watched him get down on one knee in front of you, letting go of one of your hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a large, round sapphire engagement ring. The band was gold and the sapphire was surrounded by white diamonds on either side.
“Y/N-ah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Jungkook asked and you nodded your head up and down rapidly, squealing lightly when he slid the ring onto the fourth finger of your left hand.
“It’s beautiful Jungkook,” you murmured as you held your hand up, admiring the ring.
“My father gave it to my mother the day that I was born,” he explained as he stood up. “The sapphire is my birth stone and before she passed, my mother gave it to me to use as an engagement ring for the right woman.”
“And I’m the right woman?” You wondered as you wrapped your arms around his neck while he set his hands on your hips.
“Absolutely,” Jungkook stated firmly. At a loss for words, which seemed to be a regular occurrence when you were around Jungkook, you settled for pulling him into a passionate kiss in an effort to communicate exactly how you were feeling at that moment.
“I’m going to be everything that you need me to be, I promise,” Jungkook whispered against your lips.
“I know, I know,” you smiled before kissing him again and you did know, deep down inside of you, that he was a person you could trust and depend on.
…………………………………………………….
A month later, wedding preparation was in full swing and the palace, as well as the entire kingdom of Zamia, was buzzing with excitement. Admittedly, you were as well. Even though you still had your typical duties as Queen to take care of, planning your wedding had proven to be unexpectedly fun and you loved setting up even the smallest of details.
Jungkook was a big help as well, coming with you to every meeting that had even the smallest thing to do with the wedding and offering you his support on your official duties as well. He had also kept his promise to you as he began to undertake his own royal duties for Zamia, and you found that the load he took off your shoulders was incredibly helpful.
Despite that, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much alone time together since you announced your engagement and you were surprised by just how much you missed his presence. You missed his humor, his smile, his laugh, and how he always made you feel at ease.
“Y/N-ah?” Jimin called out and you turned around from where you had been staring out of the window at the shore in front of the palace. “Jungkook’s back.”
“Great,” you smiled, gathering up the hem of your blue dress in your hands and rushing down the hallway and down the grand staircase. Once you made it to the side door which was already open due to the helpers who were bringing Jungkook’s bags into the palace, you ran outside to see Jungkook standing next to the limousine.
“Jungkook!” You cheered and he turned around, his grin wide as he opened his arms and you didn’t hesitate to run into them, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up off the ground. The kiss grew heated pretty quickly, your tongue slipping into Jungkook’s mouth as you felt his hands roam over your waist through the material of your dress.
“Oh, I missed you baby,” Jungkook murmured against your lips and you smiled, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him.
“I missed you more,” you cooed, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head. “How was Pica? And your family?”
“They’re all good, excited to come here at the end of the week for the wedding,” he told you as he set you back down on the ground. You wrapped your arm around his and intertwined your fingers together as you both walked back into the palace. “And I got the rest of my things.”
“You’re officially moved in then,” you noted.
“Yep and you’re stuck with me,” he teased, making you roll your eyes playfully. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”
“Eh, the usual,” you shrugged. “Work and more work, as always.”
“I hope you won’t be too busy for me after the wedding.”
“I won’t be, because I’ll have you by my side,” you smiled up at him and he returned your smile as the two of you climbed the staircase and then strolled down the hallway together.
“I hope you have your gift picked out for me for the ceremony,” you mentioned. “It’s tomorrow.” The ceremony that you were speaking of was a tradition for royal engaged couples, where they would present each other with a gift in front of their families and the Solar Council as a way of affirming their promises to each other and as a way of blessing their coming union. Typically, the gift was an extension of one’s magical powers but it was always interesting to see what each couple came up with.
“I already have my gift for you and you’re going to love it, I know it,” he said cockily.
“You sure about that? It’s gonna be hard to outdo the present that my dad gave my mom.”
“He gave her a fucking island!” Jungkook exclaimed, making you giggle at his facial expression.
“You better had come up with something that good then,” you joked. Smirking, Jungkook leaned against the wall and pulled you with him, forcing your body flush up against his as he wrapped his arms around you.
“You’re a menace, you know?” He said.
“I’ve been told,” you smiled. “At least you know you’ll never be bored.”
“That I do,” he chuckled before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you firmly. Per usual, you lost yourself in the kiss, your body melting into Jungkook’s as your lips slotted together. You had no idea how long the two of you ended up staying there, pressed up against that wall, until someone cleared their throat and caused the two of you to break apart.
“So sorry to interrupt the two of you,” Yoongi huffed. “But you’re late for your next meeting, your Highness.”
“And you have a lesson on Zamia’s history to attend, Prince Jungkook,” Jimin giggled. “Which I remind you, you have to finish before the wedding on Saturday.”
“Of course,” Jungkook sighed with a smile.
“Give us a second, we’ll be right there,” you told them, and Yoongi and Jimin nodded before walking away.
“No privacy,” you scoffed.
“Well, we are in the hallway,” Jungkook pointed out. “Good thing that we were because if we were anywhere else more private, you wouldn’t be going to that meeting.”
“Oh yeah?” You purred. “And why is that?”
“Because you wouldn’t be able to walk,” he whispered and you felt a tingle in your lower half. The sexual tension had been a constant any time the two of you were together since you had gotten engaged, and there had been several times over the last month that you had to stop yourself from falling into that temptation. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have been able to, especially since you had before in your life, but as Queen, you wanted to do things in a more “traditional” way and save that for you and Jungkook until your wedding night.
“We’ll have two weeks off after the wedding and my dad will take over for us so I hope you’ll keep that promise,” you murmured.
“Let’s go!” Yoongi shouted from the end of the hall and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.
“You better go before Yoongi hyung blows a gasket,” Jungkook laughed. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner?”
“Of course,” you nodded. “Have a good day.”
“You too, baby,” he smiled, leaning down and giving you one last kiss before pulling away from you and allowing you both to go your separate ways.
⤞summary: You bring your boyfriend home with you for summer break, and he tries to get in your pants every chance he gets.
⤞word count: 1.1k
⤞warnings: quickies | clothed sex | unprotected sex | riding | dirty talk | choking | exhibitionism | spitting/spit kink | cum eating | clit stimulation | ass slapping | oral sex (male receiving) | mentions teasing | pet names | light erotic humiliation | very light manhandling
⤞rating: 18+
⤞a/n: you can blame @aquagustd & @raplinesmoon . they’re responsible for this. i’m not even embarrassed anymore. when hoseok calls this whore comes running; no shame in my game. y’all been knew what he does to me.
“It’s gonna be quick, babe. I promise.”
It’s so tempting—he always makes it sound so simple, so easy.
You sigh. “Okay, Hoseok. But please let’s not get caught like last time.”
Your boyfriend grabs your hand and leads you into an empty room.
“We didn’t get caught. We almost got caught.”
“It was still too close,” you allow him to pull you on his lap, and you straddle him by placing your knees next to the outer sides of his thighs, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble with my dad.”
“I am trouble, baby girl. Now sit on my dick, please.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine. Take it out.”
“Nah, I’m lazy today. Do it for me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Am I smiling?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning whether or not you’re challenging him. You play nice because you know there isn’t much time, but make a mental note to be a brat later to pay him back for being so rude.
You fondle with the button and zipper of his jeans until his pants are undone and his boxers are exposed. Carefully, you remove his length from its confinements and firmly wrap your hand around it. You squeeze it gently; you can’t stop yourself from showing his girth some appreciation before you get started. However, you can’t afford to dwell over your boyfriend’s size for long; it’s only a matter of time before they come looking for you.
He pushes up your skirt and you pull your own panties aside before aligning with the oozing tip. You can feel the warm precum when it touches your clit. You coat him with the arousal gathered at your entrance, a result from his merciless teasing under the dinner table a few minutes ago.
“Hurry up.”
The second his dick probes at your opening, Hoseok slaps your ass and you take in a larger portion of his length than you intended to. You wince and whimper quietly as you wait for the sensitivity to ebb away, but Hoseok is too impatient. He uses his grip on your waist to move your hips slowly until you’re comfortable enough to find your own rhythm.
“I got it,” you mutter, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Hoseok sits back in the chair and watches the show with a smirk.
“You’re bossy today, baby girl.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut me up.” He slaps your ass again, creating more noise for your parents to hear. It earns him a glare but his lopsided smile never fades. “Better make me come before I get loud.”
“Hoseok, you better chill.”
Your panting makes your words come out shaky, but he should know you’re serious. Your parents are right down the hall.
“I think you wanna get caught…you aren’t even trying. Come on, ride this dick like I taught you, baby girl.”
“Fuck you, Hoseok.” You plant your feet on the hard surface and get in a squatting position.
He chuckles.
Annoyance fuels you to grab his throat, and you’re surprised to see the look of excitement on his face. Your own smirk forms as you apply a bit of pressure. “Like this, baby?”
“Yeah,fuck. Just like that.”
You bounce on his cock while looking into his dark brown eyes, watching them gloss over with lust. You pray that your parents don’t hear the lewd sounds that travel through the room each time you drop down on his lap.
Switching gears, you begin rolling your hips, slowing down and clenching intentionally to make him suffer. Serves him right for nearly making you come while you were having a meal with your parents.
“Open your mouth,” you request, hand still clutching him like a necklace. He obliges and you lean over him, spitting directly into his mouth without batting an eye. “Now swallow.”
Hoseok doesn’t hesitate, and after he consumes it he sticks out his tongue again to show proof. You reward him with a kiss and release all of your moans into his mouth. The familiar feeling starts rising in your gut signaling that your orgasm is approaching.
Your boyfriend guides your body, and encourages you to move in the rhythm he favors. You don’t protest because you’re too busy shoving your tongue down his throat. Honestly, you don’t even care as long as he’s buried deep inside of your heat, giving you the pleasure you crave.
“Gonna come?”
You nod your head. “Yeah, mmhm. I can’t hold it.”
He leaves kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear. “Me either. I wanted to come the second you started choking me.”
You have to cling onto him when his thumb touches your clit. He uses your slick to assist him in drawing swift circles over your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he starts fucking you from beneath and you bury your face in his shirt to brace yourself for the impact. The coil tightens and eventually snaps, sending an orgasm rippling through your entire body, “you’re so fucking hot.”
You hear him whispering praises in your ear, but eventually his words start to come out as soft moans. Quickly, you climb off of him and wrap your lips around his pulsing cock. His cum squirts into your mouth within the first few seconds of you bobbing your head. You swallow it up greedily, not leaving a drop behind.
“Damn, babe. You really swallowed me up like that? Lemme see.”
You stick out your tongue and show him that nothing’s left. Your boyfriend curses in response then helps you to your feet.
Like a gentleman, he helps you fix your appearance before you step into the hallway. Not saying a word about the encounter in case your parents are standing there waiting for you.
“I love you,” he whispers.
He’s trailing behind you, still tucking his dick in his pants and trying to calm himself down before he has to face your father.
“You can’t sneak into my room tonight, Hoseok.”
“Hey,” he grabs your arm and spins around, pouting when he sees the frown on your face, “I’m serious.”
Your features soften at the sight. “I love you too, Hoseok.”
Satisfied, he wraps his arm around you and you both proceed down the hall in silence until he stops just before you round the corner. He pins your shoulders against the wall and stares at you with those mischievous orbs, the smirk from earlier returning like it never left.
“What about in the morning before they wake up? Can I slip into your room then?”
You roll your eyes and push him off of you.
“Fuck off,” you say as you start to walk away, “ but yeah, you can come.”
⤞title: mu$ic fairy ⤞pairing: rapper!yoongi x podcaster!female reader ⤞genre: angst | smut | pwp ⤞summary: When Yoongi’s career started to kick off, he never imagined he’d have a secret admirer this early in the game. Sure, random women throw themselves at him all the time, but this one has a different approach when it comes to getting his attention. ⤞teaserword count: 0.4k ⤞teaser warnings: swearing | sexual tension | sexual references | mature themes ⤞rating: 18+ ⤞a/n: So, I literally just finished the last scene for this and I wanted to share a teaser to celebrate because this is going to be one of my favs. This is unedited, straight from the doc so please don’t judge me lol. For one time only until I return, I’ll be opening a taglist for this fic. You may click here to join(18+), but please only join if you plan on reblogging and/or leaving feedback. Thanks! I hope y’all enjoy this one. Release date is Friday June 10th @ 8pm cst.
He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.
“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your glossed luscious lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in.
He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it.
“Why tonight?” he asks you.
You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.
“Because…I’m horny, and tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”
Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.”
He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—
“Actually, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.
“And what might that be, love?”
Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.
That’s what’s on your mind as you lounge around at the pool. You’ve worked hard, getting high marks on your exams and having a perfect attendance record at your internship. You deserve to have this vacation in the Hamptons, spending your summer in the affluent seaside communities of New York City.
You aren’t rich by any means; you lucked up finding this house thanks to your mom’s client. The house would be empty for a few months, and they needed someone to take care of the pets while they were gone. You figured you could enjoy yourself while you’re here. The plus side? The house came with a hot pool boy named Taehyung.
Your flight came in late, and you wanted to go for a swim. You didn’t feel like changing into your bikini, so you decided to go in naked. You felt free swimming in the cool water, washing away the jet lag you felt from traveling over a thousand miles across the country from your university. You weren’t expecting to find an attractive guy standing at the edge of the pool with a towel in hand.
“Who are you??” you question, hiding your breasts with your hands.
“What’s up? I’m the pool boy,” he hands you a towel. “Taehyung.”
To say you are embarrassed is an understatement. You quickly thank him for the towel and run into the house, your ass exposed as it wasn’t big enough to cover you. However, a small smile forms on your face at the thought of someone so hot seeing you naked.
You thought about Taehyung every night after that, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him fucking you on the chaise lounge chair outside for everyone to see. You’d watch him enter and leave the cabana, longing for him to be inside of you instead.
Today you decide to go for a swim—with clothes this time.
“Hi there,” Taehyung approaches you, drink in hand. “It’s about time you finally came out.”
You thank him, taking the drink and a sip after. It tastes sweet like strawberries and banana bubblegum blended to perfection, great for combating the summer heat.
“I’ve been busy,” you state. “Now I finally have some time to relax.”
“Ah, ok. I thought you were avoiding me because I saw you naked.”
You want to facepalm yourself. Even though it’s a blooming hell of an introduction, you would’ve chosen to announce yourself differently.
Taehyung rakes his fingers through his luscious black hair. You take the opportunity to examine his facial features. His clear-tanned skin seems to glow as bright as his smile and his intense stare penetrates your skin like the sun’s piercing ray. However, his orbs still hold a hint of gentleness deep within their brown irises. He’s sporting a black shirt and swim shorts, his physique outlined perfectly enough that your mind starts racing about you being underneath him.
“I promise I wasn’t doing that,” you smile behind your white lie. “I’m going to finally get in the water. Thanks for the drink.”
You set it down on the table and make your way towards the pool entrance.
“Maybe you should join me.”
Feeling bold, you tap your feet playfully first before completely submerging yourself in the cool water. You allow yourself to get adjusted before going under, your body and water becoming one as you swim around the deep pool.
As you go under, you can feel his eyes on you, and you don’t bother to hide your smirk. When you emerge and see Taehyung entering the water shirtless, your ego is more stroked. You got him right where you want him: hooked, lined, and sinker.
“What are you doing?” You feign ignorance.
He swims until he is close to you.
“Joining you, like you suggested.”
You lean back against the pool’s ledge as he stops in front of you. His hands find your waist, moving you closer to him until your body is pressed against his.
“Don’t be shy now,” he whispers.
“I’m not shy,” you say hotly.
“Prove it.”
You kiss him, your carnal lust taking over as your body gives into him. He obliges, undoing your bikini top until your breasts are free, massaging your nipples as your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths. You play at the hem of his swim shorts, pulling them down with some effort until you feel his length pop out free underwater. Your eyes widen at how big he is, and arousal pools in your center at the thought of him inside of you.
“You’re eager,” he chuckles. “You must really want some dick.”
He lifts your leg up, adjusting your bikini bottoms to the side before he enters your heat. You both moan in unison. The satisfaction of having each other in this position proves to be much better than you anticipated.
“You know I heard you up there,” he kisses you and fucks you slowly. “I know you were thinking of me while playing with your tight pussy.”
You don’t bother trying to deny it; your finger is settled nicely on your clit, and you don’t care about anything but being dicked down by him. Taehyung deepens his kiss. He thrusts into you deeper, and your body fully awakens as your walls clench around him.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and keep moaning my name like that.”
Your nails dig into the back of his neck. You scream his name and turn into a whimpering mess as you reach your climax.
“Coming already?” His voice is dark, and he increases his pace. “We are just getting started.”
Taehyung pulls out of you slowly, leading you out of the pool and laying you on the lounging chair. He grabs the drink you left and pours it slowly over your breasts, giving you chills as the juice travels down your stomach. His tongue swirls around your nipples, jolts of electricity and pleasure spreading throughout your body. Your bottoms are pulled off, with Taehyung leaving soft kisses against your thighs before ravishing your sweet core.
“What a pretty sight,” he hummed against your pussy.
Your mind goes blank as pleasure overtakes your body, you grip on his hair as the coil snaps in your stomach. He sucks the juices out of you, his lips smacking loudly like you were the best thing he ever tasted.
“God, you’re going to suck me dry,” you moan.
Your legs shake and you collapse on the chair. Taehyung rises up slowly, his hand stroking his large cock. Precum drips from it slowly like honey, looking delectable and making you want a taste. Despite being ripe with sensitivity, you still want him, specifically his cock in your mouth.
“Can I taste it?” You lick your lips.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
You open your mouth wide, your tongue sticking out as he slides in a long stroke. Your reflexes are strong, allowing him to fuck your throat roughly. You two make eye contact, and he bites his lip, singing sweet praises while your hand travels down to your core. Still sensitive, you rub yourself softly, jolts of electricity pulsing through your legs.
“Fuck,” his breath is shaky. “Can’t wait to blow my load and fill this pretty little mouth of yours.”
His hand sneaks towards your throat, his thrusts faster and rougher. Saliva spreads around his thick shaft, your mouth full of him as he pulls closer to release.
“Gonna fucking fill your mouth with my cum,” he grits his teeth.
Taehyung pulls out, stroking himself until white drops spurt on your tongue and cover your face. He slides into your mouth one last time, his load filling your mouth quickly as you swallow him. He tastes sweet, like the drink you had earlier. You keep bopping your head until he pulls out, lifting up your face and leaving a kiss.
: oral (m. receiving), swearing, a little worship kink
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: You’re watching a music video, and Yoongi’s thoughts get the best of him. Not wanting him to feel bad, you make him feel good the best way you know how.
It was Wonho’s video premiere for his title track, “Eye On You,” and you were very excited to watch it. The song plays loudly on the speakers, and you sit with your best friend Alex in the living room watching the video. Your boyfriend Yoongi is behind you, sulking on the couch, watching you two engage with what’s on the screen. The groovy, sexy sound quickly took over, and you moan loudly, enamored with how good he looks in tight pants.
“He’s gotten so big!” you exclaim, playfully fanning yourself.
“Wonho looks so good,” Alex agreed, her eyes wide at the change of scene.
You get up and start dancing, your body completely taken over by the beat. You look over at Yoongi, his face half-amused at your dancing, and you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap. A smile on his face, but his eyes tell another story, sadness peeking in from those almond-shaped eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, brushing his hair back with your hands.
“Nothing,” he sighs heavily.
You frown at him because you know he’s lying. You gaze at him, concerned, your heart beating faster than before. You start thinking hard to see if there is anything that you did wrong, playing everything that you did from the moment you woke up until now. You search his eyes, hoping to get the truth out of them somewhere, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he slouches further onto the couch. You’re bothered by his sudden mood change, not understanding why he is acting this way, but you are determined to figure out what is wrong. You get up and whisper to Alex that you will talk to Yoongi quickly, and she nods, turning her attention back to the tv screen.
“Come on,” you grab his hand, getting him off the couch. “Let’s talk.”
He reluctantly follows you into the room, and you lock the door behind him, motioning for him to sit down on the bed.
“What’s wrong with Yoongi? Did I do something wrong?” you probe, standing in front of him.
“No, you did nothing wrong,” he huffs. “You are just perfect the way you are.”
You are taken aback by his words, confused even, not understanding why he would use those specific words for the subject at hand. On one end, you like that he thinks you are perfect, but you are still troubled by his dishonesty. You sit next to him, taking his hand and kissing it reassuringly.
“I know you are not being honest with me,” you call him out. “I’m not going to judge you. Talk to me, please.”
He spent a moment in pensive silence, actively avoiding eye contact. Your frustration mounts, and you feel like shaking him until he gives you an answer. You get up, annoyed, about to walk out of the room when you finally get an answer.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
You snap your head at him, bewildered by his question. It was the last thing you would think would ever come out of his mouth, and you almost laughed at his inquisition.
“What..?” you respond slowly. “Where is this coming from?”
“Well, I saw how much you liked Wonho’s body earlier, and I know I am not built like that,” he mumbles.
A massive wave of relief splashes over you, as now you know why he feels the way he is. This is unlike him, and you take it seriously, but you know how to make him feel better.
“Baby,” you begin. “You are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful that I get to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. Wonho is attractive, but he doesn’t have anything on you. I love you, okay?”
He nods slowly, and you sit back on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry about me talking to another guy or looking at anyone the same way I look at you,” you reassure him. “You are all I will ever need in life.”
You look at him, your eyes full of love, and kiss him. Your heart skips a beat, fireworks, and desire fill you up, and you want nothing more to show him how sexy he is to you. You lay him down on the bed, climbing over him, straddling his lap. Your lips leave him just to plant themselves on his neck, sucking on his bare skin, leaving a red mark. Your hands slip slowly under his shirt, caressing his smooth chest softly before moving your way down to his stomach,
“I love you,” you whisper. “There’s no else but you.”
You work your lips down to his chest, leaving soft kisses along the way. You stop when your lips reach his grey sweatpants, gazing at him as you pull them down.
“What are you doing?” he hisses.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” you purr, pulling his member out of his briefs.
It pops out excitedly, getting bigger in front of you as you hold it in your hand. You caress it, not breaking eye contact as you want to see his reaction to what you are doing to him. He bites his lip. Eyes closed in ecstasy as your hand movements pick up the pace. His moans are sweet, your name flowing out of his lips harmonically, his hands gripping your wrist. You lean in closer, slowly taking him into your mouth, his whimpers going up an octave. You move your head back and forth, juices flowing naturally in your mouth as you suck him in, your tongue massaging his shaft.
“Baby…” his breathing hitches. “You make me feel so good.”
“I know,” you say, his dick still in your mouth.
His need for you becomes unadulterated as he takes a fistful of your hair, pushing you further down onto his shaft. You smirk, sucking on him harder, bopping your head faster, enjoying this newfound ravenous energy taking over you. You admire him, his cheek flushed and his lips slightly parted. Your name and words of praise fill the room as he nears his peak. Your free hand moves up to where his balls are, and you rub them softly, enjoying watching him shudder from your mere touch. His dick twitches, getting harder in your mouth, and his eyes roll back, a strangled noise coming from his lips.
“I’m going to cu-” his voice cracks, preventing him from finishing his thought.
He releases himself into your mouth and swallows him in, enjoying the fruits of your labor. He shudders, clutching onto the pillow, his heavy pants evident as he comes down from his high. You slowly take him out of your mouth, wiping a small corner of his seed from the corner of your mouth and licking it. He exhales, sitting on the headboard, wiping the sweat off his face.
“Now, do you see,” you tease him, “there is no one else I would want to do that too. Only you make me this way. “
He nods, and you climb up next to him, laying your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you drum your fingers playfully on his stomach, listening to his heartbeat, the melody from his heart evident as he holds you close. He falls into a deep sleep, and you lay there before eventually getting up, not wanting to disturb his peaceful state. You leave the room and shut the door quietly, returning to the living room to Alex, who is watching another kpop video.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, pausing the video.
“Oh yeah, we’re good,” you beam at her. “I was just taking care of my man, that’s all.”
he’s the only smile in a crowd of frowns, the only hand that reaches out when you’re drowning, the taut string that will never snap, still, you take him for granted. something you’re willing to change.
warnings/tags—THIS DRABBLE INCLUDES HEAVY TOPICS SUCH AS ALLUSIONS TO MILD SUBSTANCE ABUSE & CHILD NEGLECT - not for sensitive readers. oc’s thoughts are all over the place,single parent!reader, best friend!yoongi, mentions of financial difficulty,a traumatic incident concering junho, poor healthcare, strong language, talk about hie jungkook (yes, this is a warning), a lot of tears,overthinking, soft, understanding, sweet, patient yoongi + one vv cute baby
note: me trying to write platonic yoongi x reader this takes place two months after yoongi’s wedding—rewind. this drabble covers the ‘fountain’ incident.
“Last one, last one. And…there we go! All done. Nice and clean, hm? Wait here for me.”
Yoongi leaves Junho in his makeshift crib, setting down the tiny nail clipper on the coffee table before passing you an uneasy look. You watch him from your seat in the lounge, the throb in your head painful and incessant. Junho leans on the edge of the couch, banging his chubby fist on your thighs, then bringing it up to his mouth to bite on his chubby knuckles.
When your eyes meet – his big, glistening, clueless eyes – you can only imagine that the guilt flooding every corner of your heart must show on your face. Bottom lip quivering when he reaches for your clenched fist, babblinganddrooling.
That’s exactly what he is – clueless. Unaware of what a terrible mother you are.
You don’t deserve him.
Yoongi walks straight into your thoughts, setting down the plastic bowl filled with a pale orange puree.
He hooks his hands under Junho’s arms, lifting him back onto his lap before securing the bib around his neck, ensuring that the Velcro at the back is snug.
“Time for dinner,” he sing-songs, arm fitted around Junho’s belly tenderly as he mimics the sound of an aeroplane, chuckling when Junho accepts the spoonful eagerly.
You don’t deserve him, either.
With an anguished sigh, you divert your gaze to your hands, unable to stop your knee from bobbing as you try to take three calming breaths. Another three. And another. But you fail to escape the onslaught on hateful thoughts. Hate for yourself, your situation, your past, present and equally lamentable future and the man that left you to deal with it all by yourself.
He left you.
You can say that with confidence. Jungkook left you alone. All alone, your desolate, deserted, barren heart. He ensured that it remains that way.
“Open up! Smiley! One more! Good boy.” Yoongi kisses the side of Junho’s head, balancing the baby on his knee as he waddles to the kitchen to rinse his hands and mouth. His laugh echoing in the small space of your crummy apartment.
Defeatedly, you look away, fingers curled around your knees before your gaze falls on your reflection in the silver vase you keep on the coffee table. A poor attempt at adding some life into your home. Hoseok’s beige beanie sits atop your head. It looks different on you. He always looked handsome, no matter what he wore and you?
You yank it off your head, letting it fall from your hand. Leaning forward to prop your elbows on your knees, fingers pressing into your eyelids, trying to ease the ceaseless burn in your head.
ButHoseok. Hoseok is gone too. He left.
Even if he said you’re not the reason why – you know you are. And today only proved exactly why he left.
But that’s just you. Never enough to make them stay.
A pendulum, from the past to the present, only getting worse. Louder, more painful and difficult to bear. You hold your hands to your ears, rubbing it away but it only worsens.
Like everything else in your life.
“The nurse said we should talk to him more,” Yoongi sighs, huffing down on the couch with Junho between his legs, now holding the new toy you had picked out today, caught between little teeth. His smile falls as he turns to you, stiffening visibly against the cushions.
Furiously, you wipe away your tears, cheek pressed to your shoulder as you face the other direction but it’s too late, because he already saw.
“So, when are you guys moving out?” You sniffle, shifting the attention away from you which is a dumb idea since you know that you’re still going to discuss what happened earlier today. No matter how many times you try to change the subject.
“Not anytime soon,” he replies curtly, stare burning into the side of your face, “Yuri’s staying at her sister’s place tonight.”
The tiny bit of relief you feel is not enough to wash your burgeoning guilt away. They’ve only been married for two months, and so much has happened since then. Yoongi is forced to deal with your bullshit. And Yuri doesn’t know half the things that had happened. You wish you could keep it that way, but she already witnessed the worst of it all.
The fight.
A ball forms in your throat, stuck there. Stubborn and unmoving while you’re forcing the images away. Begging yourself not to revisit that day.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
You nod, slotting your fingers together as you place it over your eyes. The light suddenly too bright, Junho’s little shouts too loud. One strangled exhale and you’re back at the mall, grocery bags in hand as you wait for Yoongi in the parking lot, sat beside the water fountain.
Tears brim your eyes.
“I don’t know…I was just,” you sob, chewing on your lower lip as you recount the upsetting events from only a few hours ago. Yoongi’s eyes are on you, no sympathy, but concern. “It happened so fast, one second he was crawling out of his carrier and the next he was…he was in the water.”
He’s clutching Junho to his chest, a comforting hand running down the side of his head.
“And then?”
“And then I—“ You choke, a pang of insurmountable guilt paralysing you enough to have the words fade off your tongue.
“I just want to know,” he mumbles, struggling with his own words, “why didn’t you pull him out when you saw him in the water? Do you know what could’ve happened? He could’ve–”
Blank. It’s all blank. And you told him this earlier. Why won’t he believe you?
“You can’t be trusted around your own child?” It’s a question, but you know that it’s also an accusation. He’s refusing to believe it, but he asks you again. And your guilt won’t allow you to become defensive like you did right after it happened. Because you want to know whyyourself. Why didn’t you jump into action as soon as Junho fell? Why didn’t you save your baby? Why did you call for Yoongi instead of reaching out to pull him up yourself?
Was it shock?
Your mind is saying you’re making excuses for yourself. You don’t want to believe that you’re a useless mother.
Why didn’t you save your baby?
The stack of brochures the clinic had given you as their ‘treatment’ instead of proper healthcare facilities sits above the TV stand. As if that could help you cope with whatever it is you’re dealing with. But that’s just your life, the only treatment you could afford for your baby.
Yoongi exhales a shuddering breath, one that you haven’t head before, his chin propped on Junho’s head.
“The nurse said it’s normal for some mothers to go into a state of shock when something traumatic happens to their child,” he begins, confirming your suspicions as if that could prevent you from thinking otherwise, “but they had no idea that…that you’re using.”
You blink. The mention of it alone enough to have your nails dig into the skin of your knee.
“And I’m not saying that you didn’t…that you were able to help him. Because,” he shakes his head, rubbing the crease between his brows, “Hoseok left me to deal with the shit he started.”
As if you’re a stubborn child, refusing to sleep with the lamp off. As if you’d need guidance and coaching. Because you’ve developed a bad habit. And that’s exactly what people like you need to break it. Again, your guilt refuses to accept the fact that Yoongi has been trying to help you for weeks now, but it’s also your guilt that’s telling you not to put him through any more trouble and figure shit out yourself.
“Come on, ___. Look at him,” he barks, gesturing to Junho who’s resting against his chest, “just look at him. I know that I have to watch what I say to you. But if I can’t help you then let him help you!”
You’re blinking away tears, biting into your cheek hard. The hollowness of your heartbeat ringing in your ears as you watch your son topple onto the couch, staring up at you with puffed up cheeks.
“Mummmmmmm—ah!”
The corners of your mouth cracks, lifting into a teary smile before you bend over to kiss every inch of his face, sobbing into his neck.
“Not for me, not for yourself but for him!”
Yoongi’s poignant words set off a wave of different emotions, rumbling through you in soft sobs because there’s no other way for you deal with it. No other way you know how. Squishing Junho’s cheeks between your hands, thighs under your chest as you cry and cry and cry. And Yoongi lets you, tears of his own lining his bottom lashes.
“I didn’t want to say this,” he chuckles once your sobs die down, helping you up to a seated position, “Jungkook was my best friend. But after everything he said that day…everything he did. Fuck him.”
A little shocked to hear him talk about Jungkook like this, you laugh softly, pulling Junho into your lap as he goes on with his rant, even if what he’s saying is extremely difficult for you to hear.
“Sorry—” he covers Junho’s ears “—I know you were waiting for him, so was I. But he came back, gave you an ultimatum and LEFT. He fucking left you this time. He chose the life he claimed to hate so much over you and the child that’s not only your responsibility but his! He’s not worth it.”
Yoongi’s voice is nasally but firm, index finger poking into the armrest once he manages to calm himself.
“I know…I know it must’ve been a shock. To see you with a child, but he would’ve known if he had at least called ONCE during that time. Just once.”
You never stopped to think that Yoongi must’ve been hurting as much as you, wondering where Jungkook had gone. No communication. Nothing. And he’s right, he could’ve tried to make contact anytime during that year, but he didn’t. Missing out on everything.
But he doesn’t care. He made it very clear at Yoongi’s wedding.
“And he has the cheek to say that Junho is not his child! Look at his face! Look,” Yoongi exasperates, frown replaced with a grin when he pinches Junho’s cheek and he giggles, “this is Jungkook. This is baby Jungkook.”
Even if you know he’s just trying to lighten the mood, the sob that puffs out of your lips is loud and broken, wiping Yoongi’s smile off his face. You can’t help it. Junho looks exactly like his father and it’s all just heart-breaking, forced to accept that Jungkook wants nothing to do with you and your son. But what’s even more terrible is that he asked for you. And what happened to Junho was none of his business.
If you lose Junho, you lose your life.
With that thought in mind you pick Junho up and grab his tiny arms, wrapping them around your neck and kissing the side of his face.
He’s your baby, he should be enough for you. Your heart was never desertedorbarren ever since he entered your life. How blind can you be? How ungrateful and insensitive can you be not to realise that your days filled with drool and baby babbles was all the love you ever needed? His slobbery kisses and warm cuddles.
And his big, doe eyes.
Your bleary eyes fall open, finding Yoongi watching you intently before his arms fall to his sides, beckoning you closer with a defeated sigh.
“Come here.”
Tentatively, you lean into his chest, one of his arms circling your figure while the other fits around Junho. This is rare, something that you appreciate because it’s safe, it’s always been safe with Yoongi. He’s busy smiling at Junho who tugs at the locket around your neck.
“Don’t worry, I’ll always be around,” he snorts, patting your shoulder, “are you gonna listen to me from now on? I know it’s going to be hard, but Yuri and I will be there to support you for as long as you need us to.”
You nod against his shoulder, still following the pendulum but willing to forget. Because there’s one thing you promised yourself – you’d be the mother you always wanted as a child.
The locket comes loose around your neck, caught between Junho’s fingers before you pull it from his grip, examining the damage tearfully. But you can’t bring yourself to be angry, and even if the clasp can be fixed within a second, you don’t try to.
Instead, you tuck it away into your jewelry box.
and that’s how hell is empty began … i’m yoongi biased can you tell please send in feedback, I would love to hear what you think !!
