GHOSTBUSTERS (M)

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose!Reader

Synopsis

For years now, you have loved the Beta Tau Sigma boys. But you thought it was unrequited. Until you were involved in a freak accident and your soul learns that that love may not be unrequited after all.

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Warnings

Cheating but not really, angst, slight smut and sex dolls, frat parties, use of weed

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YOONGI POV

The lights are low as the bass booms all over the large interior of the Beta Tau Sigma’s after party.

“Oh baby,” Yoongi moans as his cock throbs, pulses inside the woman’s throat, coating her tongue with his hot white release.

What was her name again? Jieun was it? Naeun? Fuck if he gave a damn. The only thing he remembered was getting high on weed and tugging some random chick to his bedroom.

And now here he was about to get laid but why the fuck was he feeling guilt gnawing like a vice at the back of his mind whenever he thought of your pretty face– he frowns as his dick goes limp too fast for his liking.

The woman’s tits come in full view as she attempts to go on all fours with the clear intention of submitting but then something snaps inside the frat member’s conscience and he stops here to her obvious disappointment. “Get out.” He remarks hastily pulling up his briefs and joggers, suddenly angry at himself, at the world for some odd reason or another and the woman squeaks, shocked and mortified as he none too gently drags her out and locks the door behind him once left alone.

He plops down onto his bed, black sheets still messy from a much earlier romp and he closes his eyes in frustration, slinging an arm over them, taking deep measured breaths to calm himself just as his therapist told him to do.

Grasping for his phone, he thumbs through the group chat and curses upon seeing that YN had asked if one of them could pick her up somewhere but didn’t receive any response. “We’re fucking assholes.” He grouses, throat raw as if wanting to cry.

Why did he want to cry anyway? Fuck, maybe he was too high on weed after all.

Where are you? He texts but after a few minutes, you don’t respond and his eyes flutter shut.

He doesn’t notice that the message failed to send.

SEOKJIN POV

“Where the fuck is everyone?” He gripes, in a sour mood as he balances a pan of freshly done tacos on one hand and his phone in the other.

He still had to check on the steak and his kitchen was already a fucking mess– some of the Sigma members had decided to crash his fridge and steal all the bottles of expensive bordeaux they could find and even graciously left stains on the counters -which he would be the one cleaning up for fuck’s sake!

A hand on his crotch surprises him enough to nearly drop the food tray and as he swivels to shout at the person, his lips are almost immediately assaulted with saliva and teeth, a little bit of spunk too. If he could guess, someone already shot their filthy disgusting load into her mouth.

He wondered why he ever allowed himself to eat her cunt once.

“Oppa, Yoongi-oppa was being mean to me…” Her nasally voice sticks to his skin unpleasantly and he shoves her off.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Who’s fucking girl are you anyways? Yoongi’s?”

Another pout and then Jimin and Taehyung jogs through the room, only to spot her.

“Yah, aren’t you Changbin’s?” Taehyung asks.

She shrugs, eyeing them like a feast and the two don’t hide their disgust. “Get the fuck out and go back to your boyfriend. ” Jimin grits his teeth and the girl huffs, heels clicking as she stalks out.

Seokjin merely raises a brow at them. “She’s been fucking everyone here I take it?”

Both maknaes nod and Seokjin sighs, pushing the tray for them to take. “I’ll be in the washroom scrubbing my mouth.”

NAMJOON POV

He remembers explicitly stating that no women were allowed in the house.

Not when YN was coming home any minute now.

They had forgotten to warn her that the Sigmas were having an annual gathering and he didn’t want to give YN the wrong idea that they disrespected her in any way.

She was family (well more than that…at least to him anyway as he couldn’t speak for the others), this was also her house and he wasn’t a fuckboy enough to subject her to what the fuck ever goes on when one of them brings in women.

He sees Jeongguk pass by, a pack of cigarettes in hand and he stops him. “Guk, who the fuck gave that hussy permission to be here?” He eyes Lee Jieun, all dressed up in the shortest little black dress, breasts hanging out and butt cheeks exposed laughing at the group playing poker by the pool.

Jeongguk squints and growls, “Why the fuck is she here?”

Namjoon steps back an inch, surprised at the younger man’s sudden intense dislike for her. “You know her?”

Jeongguk gives a grim smile, “Yeah, she’s the one who keeps on bullying YN at her workplace. ” He then stares at the leader curiously, “So she hasn’t slept with you, huh?”

“What do you mean she bullies YN?” Namjoon frowns, not liking where this was going. “And fuck no. I wouldn’t even fucking touch her with a ten foot pole. She screams STD for fuck’s sake.” He points out just in time as someone’s tongue touches hers in a horrific public display.

Jeongguk grimaces. “Well good for you, hyung. We were all drunk once and bam, my cock’s inside a loose pussy. I don’t know about the others but that’s how it went for me. ” He grunts. “We all had to get tested at some point because of her. Who invited her anyway? should I call security?”

“No need. I got this.”

Both men turn to see Hoseok, obviously having just woken up from his nap on the couch and heard bits and pieces of the conversation. “And Guk, is it true she bullies our YN?”

“Yeah, hyung. I had to step in one time. Looks like the bitch hasn’t learned her lesson at all.” He gripes.

Hoseok’s eyes turn murderous, the deadly quiet daunting. “Well. Whoever brought her in will not be part of the Beta Tau Sigma once I’m done.” He looks to the leader for affirmation, the latter giving his consent.

Hoseok smiles. This will be fun.

JIMIN POV

He furrows his brows. “Hey, Taetae, why is YN-noona asking us to come pick her up? Didn’t she take her car?”

Taehyung looks up from his food, mouth stuffed full like a squirrel preparing for winter. “Yeah?”

Before any of them can even respond to your chat, a piercing screech fills the air and they look out down below to watch as Hoseok grips Changbin’s slut to the gates. A couple of the guards take her from their hyung and shut the metal grates in her screaming face.

Jimin whistles impressed as the rain drowns out her screams.

He loved tits, adored them really and that cunt did have great globes but it couldn’t compare to YN’s soft tender ones, the only time he’d had a chance to touch them was when she accidentally fell on his lap and scramble off.

It was great. She was great. And he missed her.

Was she coming home now?

He would have to lead her through the side entrance so she wouldn’t be privy to the men around here.

Seven of them were enough after all.

TAEHYUNG POV

He hurriedly guzzles down the wine as Namjoon calls for a meeting downstairs.

With a swift look at his twin, they take the stairs one at a time in a leisurely pace, knowing that shit was about to go down.

He however tries to call you discreetly as he lazily watches Changbin plea for mercy from being ousted from the frat house much like his whore had been, and by the looks of it, he knew he won’t be changing his hyung’s mind.

His call goes through voicemail. Strange.

“Your girlfriend was bullying YN.”

Huh? What does that–

“No, she’s not my girlfriend, I swear! She’s just a past hook up!” Changbin bleats nervously. He was on his knees before them, and Taehyung gets even more confused when Yoongi pops out of nowhere, expression feral and decidedly more sober than the last hour he’d seen him.

“Your fucking hook up spiked my fucking drink with drugs you asshole. ” He grumps, wrist swinging a suspicious looking package before throwing it at Namjoon whose eyes narrow as he goes to sniff and inspect the box. “Weren’t we clear on what goes and what stays here? Recreational weed is the limit, none of the other fucked up stuff.”

“Sorry but can we go back to the bullying YN part?” Seokjin pipes up, gliding through the room like the Dionysus he was, eyes so intense that most of the men shrink under his presence.

Changbin seems to zone in on himself as the other guys exchange furtive glances. “I-I can give you a copy of the video someone took.” He offers feebly to save face.

The seven members of Bangtan freeze.

“Video? What video?” Hoseok grouses, ready to throw fists.

“Uh, some people from Uni caught Jieun and her friends throwing coffee at YN–Miss YN,” he corrects himself at the glare he receives, “a few times. I think they wanted to take it to the school board but I heard the board did nothing so it just fizzled out.” He gives them his phone and sure enough, the evidence is plenty as a few people crowd around it.

Bangtan growls when they hear YN hiss, clutching her hands meekly.

It is then that Jeongguk steps forward, cracking his knuckles. He was going to murder them. “Those old bastards, huh?”

Taehyung hums as everyone turns to him, “I know the school director. I can take those copies directly to him.”

Namjoon nods as he tosses the phone to Taehyung. “Do that, Taehyung-ah. In the meantime, what will we do with you Changbin?” He taps his chin in contemplation and as Taehyung beckons Jeongguk to go make copies of the vidoes, they hear a sharp slap echo and then the clanking of broken metal, signifying that someone’s ring had been snapped in half, probably by Yoongi.

“Dude deserves it.” Jeongguk huffs.

Taehyung thinks that was too merciful.

No one hurts you, their YN. Not even indirectly.

JEONGGUK POV

He was fucking spent.

Panting, his hand is thick with his release as he comes down from the best orgasm he had had in awhile.

He didn’t mean to look into it.

It was just there among the videos as he tried make multiple copies all at once.

You were in swim class, in a fucking one piece bathing suit, all pink and soft and peachy, lips tinted with slight gloss (how the fuck did you manage not to look like a drowned rat compared to others?), and he just lost it.

But once he’s come to his senses, he sees green. Why the fuck did Changbin’s phone have a video of you in swim class? Were there others like this being leaked?

If there was, it was a serious invasion of your privacy and he didn’t like it one bit.

HOSEOK POV

It was fucking three in the morning and Hoseok was embarassingly balls deep inside his sex doll.

After the debacle with Changbin and Changbin’s whore, he and the guys had a round of alcohol and now he was fucking horny as hell.

It’s not like he was depraved.

It was just that his sex doll looked a lot like you, his YN.

“Ugh, fuck, baby doll,” he mutters as he cums a whole load, mouth attaching to almost life like breasts – your breasts– hips eratic and wanting for more.

He spends the next few hours calling your name.

He wakes up in the morning sated.

And then he gets up, a horrific realization coming to light.

They had never checked in on you after all that had happened. Did you even get home safe?

He runs to your room and knocks on your door. No answer.

Fuck.

Fuck!

They were in fucking trouble.

Sunset Coast

Summary: Some days in your life with your seven mafia boyfriends.

Alternative storyline to my Red Lipsticks and Poison

SoftMafia! BTS x College Girl! Reader

MILD SMUT WARNING. Domestic fluff.

…

You barely slept within the last forty eight hours.

Why one may ask?

“Hey cum dump, get the moves right won’t you?”

Your coach’s gloved hand grazes your cheek slightly as you grumble to right yourself from your prone position on the damn cold ice.

Moon Byul or The Witch as everyone so fondly called her sneers.

Now there wasn’t any love lost between the two of you. She just disliked— or hated your guts for ruining an arranged marriage with the man who was now one of your boyfriends.

Precisely Kim Seokjin.

Not like she wanted him for him anyway. She just wanted the perks of becoming the Kim family’s Donna.

You huff as you straighten your back and stretch your sore limbs, wincing at the slight ache in your ankle because no matter how much of a bitch Byul was to you, her routines were pretty damn solid earning you several spots in the State finals.

Taking a small twist round the bend, you bite your lip harshly as a muscle pulls and you can’t help the small whimper elicited from your mouth to which the brunette merely raises an eyebrow at.

Damn. Looks like you’ve pulled a serious one here.

However, the woman wasn’t much of a demon so she sniffs at you haughtily in dismissal. “ I changed my mind. Training will resume the week after. Now get out of my rink.”

You nod at her, internally rejoicing and once you’re out of the suffocating coldness, arms come to wrap around your waist just as a pair of hands cover your lids inadvertently closing them, lips on the back of your scarfed up neck.

You spot a Black Bugatti Chiron down the road and instantly you know who’s clinging to you inside the poorly lit campus.

Judging from their blossomy scents, you huff. “Jimin, Taehyung.”

The limbs release you as you are turned around and your mouth is assaulted, causing you to gasp and a tongue to snake in. Someone’s hand rubs against your thin leggings and you blush through a moan.

“Mmm, delectable as always.”

Heat pools in your veins and you find your back hitting plush leather just as the doors of the Chiron close and the two men enter on opposite sides.

With a silent exchange, both of your boyfriends quickly strip you off of your varsity jacket, breasts popping out while your leggings are torn and someone’s hard dick sheaths in causing all parties involved to groan hotly.

“Well fuck, you’re so wet, noona.”

A grunt. And then the twins are fucking you hard and fast, teeth and tongue clashing and hands roaming and groping and when you tremble they fuck you hard and deep and fast and you come undone.

“JIMIN! TAEHYUNG!”

“Oh fuck yeah, noona!”

“So fucking hot, baby!”

When you get home to your little villa by the sunset coast, the others sport mischievous smirks with a hint of jealousy and you know you’re in trouble when Namjoon who was about to leave for a job discards his gun from its holster and advances to the three of you with a heavy glint in his eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

—

You were crying.

You were crying in fucking pain as you limped your way to Yoongi’s studio front near your sunset coast home (your boyfriends may be the kings of the underworld but they had legal employment too).

Byul was being the usual bitch with her snarky comments but something about her telling you you were Bangtan’s slut rubbed you the wrong way and now you wanted nothing more than sleep and cry in your older boyfriend’s arms.

Oh and also your ankle from the other week hit the ice as you were attempting an S-slide and was now badly swollen.

A rap at the door alerts your boyfriend to your presence and right as he’s about to snarl a greeting, his frown turns right side up only to do a one eighty when he sees your messed up state.

Without wasting another second, he pulls you into his chest and consequently the studio where Namjoon and Hoseok are shocked to see you bawling your pretty eyes out.

Your three older boyfriends panic and try to shush you only for you to hiccup louder until you eventually fall asleep on Yoongi’s couch bed with his weighted blanket tucked warmly over you.

The clicks of a tongue and knuckles popping, all three look at each other before making a split second decision.

They know who messed with you and they weren’t really in a forgiving mood. Not after seeing you like this. And particularly not after the Moons had fucked up an earlier trade.

So as Hoseok and Namjoon slink out, guns tucked safely inside their coat jackets, Yoongi stays by you just as you wake to the sound of the door clicking shut.

“Hey baby. You still tired?” He asks, fingers coasting over your cool skin.

You smile up at him in your half dazed awakening and he scoots closer to you until your foreheads are touching. Yoongi pecks your lips gently but then the events of the day hit you like a train wreck and you’re sorely in need of some TLC.

Clothes fly haphazardly without much warning and your older lover takes you roughly against the couch, cock throbbing with so much pre cum you think you haven’t fucked him for weeks on end.

“Ah! CLOSE YOONGI-OPPA!” You screech like a prostitute, meeting his hips with yours and then he’s growling.

“Gonna get you pregnant with my child,” and you die on the inside from pleasure because you have an impregnation kink and so does he.

Before you can reach your much deserved orgasm however, Hoseok and Namjoon are looming over the two of you and then suddenly you find all of your orifices plugged up and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head like there is no tomorrow.

“Oh goddamn, so sexy,” Namjoon whispers greedily as he pumps himself into your ass.

Hoseok is basically having an aneurysm as his limp dick deflates into your mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

Your subconscious remembers that with this group, they like to be messy but you couldn’t care less going to class an hour later bathed and stuffed full of everyone’s cum because maybe Byul was right.

You were a slut for them.

But you don’t care because you love them.

—

It was the week before State finals and thankfully your foot was fine. Or at least fine after your loves pretty much scolded you for practicing every damn day and further aggravating it which ended with them babying your sore injury 24/7 until it got better.

And your coach just dropped out of the running.

Like—- who the fuck is going to choreo your routine?!!!

Sure Byul was hell but she was damn good at what she did and now you were a lost little lamb.

Last you heard she jumped the country for whatever reason.

And so now you were left with only a half done routine and a few days to complete it. By your fucking self.

You wanted to throw a tantrum.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Seokjin kisses your forehead as he feeds you a very late lunch.

You weren’t in the best mood and your boyfriends know that food will always cure that so they sent Seokjin along with Jungkook to fix it.

Jungkook smiles gently as he wipes the corner of your lips off of the extra tteokbokki sticking to your skin. “Noona, you okay?”

You huff through a mouthful.“Yeah. Just peachy.”

Both brothers exchange a single glance over your head as you aren’t paying attention and then Seokjin is calling someone on his phone while Jungkook distracts you with another bite.

When Seokjin comes back, the both of them drag you to a nearby back alley just right off a Starbucks and your back hits a tree trunk.

You weren’t really up for public debauchery but at least you could see the sunset from here–the very same sunset you watched at home.

“Let us relieve your stress, baby.” Seokjin smirks that pretty smirk of his while Jungkook is already mouthing at your neck, the bulge of their guns tucked away in their holster prominent but you’re left winded at the sensations you feel so you ignore it.

Once you’re partially undressed (because even in the absence of anyone, these two were fucking possessive over you), you’re keening at Jungkook’s tongue inside you while Seokjin is rubbing at your breasts, and the other hand palming his tent because someone had the bright idea to cuff your arms together onto a low branch so they could ogle your bouncing chest.

However once they’re done teasing, you find yourself thrown into a cascade of a pleasure waterfall stuffed full of two cocks.

How they manage to move in tandem while you were basically crucified to a tree was beyond you.

“Noona!” A spurt of cum flows into your womb followed by another one “Shit fucking hell, baby!” And then you are cumming too.

“AHN! Cumming!”

The three of you are bone deep exhausted after.

It was a good thing Jungkook was a gym rat that he still had the energy to drive you guys back home.

—

Several crashes resound downstairs and you are roused from sleep only to be pulled back down into a naked chest. “Sleep, baby. The guards will take care of it.” Someone murmurs and you drift back soundly to sleep, knowing that you were safe in the arms of your seven mafia boyfriends no matter what.

And also because you had won the championship cup for some reason even though you fell so many times during your stint.

Plus they had promised they’d be staying with you all day in your little villa by the sunset coast anyway, so you weren’t worried about anything.

With them, you felt at peace.

- Fin

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