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Sweet Temptations [M] | kth, jjk

❥ Title | Sweet Temptations

❥ Pairings | Taehyung x reader x Jungkook

⤑ Genre | Brothel/Sex club!au, Escort/sex worker|Taehyung, Escort/sex worker|Jungkook

⤑ Summary | As an avid supporter of anti-Valentine’s day, you’ve decided that perhaps paying a visit to your regular dom at House Of Lust would be the best way to ignore the festivities happening around you. Except that your favourite lover boy is in the mood to celebrate, and he has the perfect gift prepared for you to unravel.

Or,

“Why don’t you unwrap your gift so you can enjoy him?”

⤑ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; PWP (?), dom!Taehyung, switch!reader, switch!Jungkook, reader being a bit of a brat, stripping, hand job, cock-warming, oral sex (both female and male receiving), deep-throating, manhandling (sort of?), finger sucking, face fucking, face riding, Jungkook waking her up with oral sex, face slapping (but with a cock), punishment, spanking, pussy slapping, flogging, vaginal and anal fingering, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, humiliation, restraint/light bondage, big cock!Taehyung, big cock!Jungkook, dick piercing and tattoos on Jungkook (obviously), hair pulling, edging, spitting, biting, crying (briefly implied), cum swallowing/eating, creampie, threesome (MMF), begging, edging, spit-roasting, double penetration, anal play, anal sex, first time sex (anal), sex toy/butt plug, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise/praise kink, clit play, breast play/breast worship, choking, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, orgasm control, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, cum play, cum shots, aftercare, shower sex.

⤑ Estimated word count | 20k words

⤑ Song companions | Temptations - Daniel Di Angelo // Church - Chase Atlantic // We Good - Jutes

Part of the House of Lust Valentine’s Day Collab

“Welcome. I’ve been expecting you.”

There is something in his deep voice that stirs the insides of your chest. It may not be anything close to romance, but enough to bring you back here to search for him on moments like this one. It has started to feel more like a craving, more than a simple need to fulfil your desire for some good loving. One that he feeds so well that you had never even bothered trying to find any sort of replacement anywhere else whenever you need to fulfil your needs for carnal pleasure.

At least, that was what had drawn you to this place. The real reason why you had come marching into House Of Lust while the world outside is in high spirits of celebrating the universally formed idea of love.

Personally, you had never once felt the need to celebrate love. Not with exchanging boxes of chocolates and gifts and being surrounded by adornments painted in various shades of red and pink. The same cannot be said when it comes to lust. You have your own priorities when it comes to it, and you have more interest in listening to your carnal needs, fulfilling it as a way for you to love yourself.

And you have just the right person to help you make it happen.

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I'm actually happy jk's bro posted this cos i wanted to see the full pic 😭🥺 They're so cuteee jk & his pupsss

I loved this so much!! Skating is something I’m horrible at even though I grew up in the north, but that makes this 100x more enjoyable to read. Also nice to think about some cool weather, since it’s so hot right now. Thanks so much for answering my request sweetie ^3^

i’d like to make a request for the drabble game^^ what happens to jack frost!yoongi and his y/n? do they go on fun wintry adventures or mess around with yoongi’s powers?

Frozen Sun - drabble from the Snowstorm universe

~pairing: yoongi x reader ~word count: 1.1k ~fluff, established relationship, jack frost au, magic au ~rating: g ~warnings: none

~a/n: thank you so much for your request! I haven't gone back to this fic in a while so it was super fun to 're-discover' it in a way😊I thought a lot about this one and of course I love the idea of Yoongi's powers with the wintry vibes, but I thought it would be fun to see it set in summer! I hope you enjoy it xx

Normally, you wouldn’t welcome an icy breeze when you were dressed solely in a vest a shorts. But even as the sudden relief from the summer heat faded, you simply smiled in response to the goosebumps seizing your limbs.

Jumping up from where you had been lying in bed, you began to grab other clothes from your closet. Behind you, the window swung rattling in the wind.

But you knew that this was no storm, no sign of a turn in the weather.

Opening your door quietly, you snuck on light feet down the stairs and grabbed your coat from beside the door. Stuffing your arms between its thick layers, you stepped out into the blazing sun. Either side of your driveway, the grass was yellowed and shrivelled from the long heatwave the town was currently enduring.

Again, the breeze blew past your face, taking with it strands of your hair. Grinning, you turned in the same direction and followed them.

“Yoongi!”

On the corner stood your boyfriend, dressed as impractically for heat as you, in all black. His white hair also ruffled in the chill wind, which you well knew was his own doing.

“You’re back!” you cried as you reached him at last.

Right away, you were jumping into his arms, eagerly pulling him to your embrace. He hugged you back fiercely. Since he had first realised he could touch you without causing you pain, your arms had been his solace, and he clutched your head to him, pressing a kiss there.

You had both been away at college, but now you were reunited, back in the town you grew up in. A few visits aside, this was the longest you had been able to spend together since winter.

“I’ve missed you,” he muttered into your hair, then pulled back with the beginnings of a smile. “I know I said I’d be here a bit earlier, but I have a surprise for you.”

Eyes lighting up, you bounced on the balls of your feet. At your response, his eyes creased as he cracked a gummy smile. Taking you by the hand, he wasted no time setting off, leading you towards the edge of the town.

Needless to say, Yoongi wasn’t a fan of the heat, and kept the wind circling around the pair of you as you walked a familiar route. A few more streets and the treetops of the forest could be seen peeking above the rooftops.

You both had a special place in your hearts for the forest beside this town. Walking between the welcoming trunks once again, you let your head fall against Yoongi’s shoulder with a soft smile.

Your heart leapt when he squeezed your hand tighter in response.

A little way on, you noticed the temperature drop even more.

Raising your head a little, you caught glimpses between the trees of something… glittering?

It wasn’t far before all was revealed to you. Passing a few more trees, you were near the furthest end of the forest now, and spread out before you was a mirror-smooth expanse of ice coating the ground.

“You made this?” you gasped, though of course you didn’t need to ask.

In the sun’s glare, a thin layer of water had melted on the surface of the ice, but Yoongi made quick work of refreezing it. With a wave of his hand, small ice crystals bloomed like ghostly flowers on its surface.

His hand dropped from yours, making you turn to him.

An adorable grin greeted you as he held a pair of ice skates in front of him.

“What do you think?”

“I love it!” you beamed, “…though I’m terrible at skating.”

His smile slipped into a smirk as he passed you the skates.

“All the better for me then.”

He was right. All the while, he let you clutch onto him: his hands, his arm, the back of his coat.

Unsurprisingly, he was a natural, gliding around with ease and laughter drifting behind him. The moment you assured him you were confident enough on your own, he spread his arms and summoned the wind, which carried him effortlessly away from you.

You gaped, protesting as his smug face wound swiftly away from you through the trees.

“Hey!” you called, trying to propel yourself in the same direction.

Still shaky, you stumbled and wobbled your way over with flailing arms. To be fair to you, you grew smoother, making it successfully to the first tree.

When you looked around, Yoongi was not in sight. The first place you looked was up, knowing his love of games and habit of hiding up trees.

No luck, so you went along with his game with a smile dancing on your lips. Your skates carved delicate lines of frost behind you as you rounded the corner where the ice ended. Still you were skating when you heard a familiar giggle drift past you on the breeze.

“Yoongi!” you laughed, spurred on to move faster.

But this time, you had miscalculated. Instead of grounding and pushing you off, your back foot skidded, blade jarring on the ice.

Yelping, you flung your arms out in front to balance you. But your counterbalance only sent you tripping forwards, unable to save yourself as you overbalanced, feeling your feet slide from under you with your blunder-

A gust of wind whipped at your face as you toppled. Somehow, the air seemed to curl around you with enough force to suspend you for a moment – before it was replaced by a real pair of arms.

You did meet the ice, but with barely an impact.

You had landed in Yoongi’s arms, leaving you huddled together, knelt on the ice.

Looking up, you met your boyfriend’s slightly worried eyes. They scanned you, looking for any sign of upset.

Quite the opposite, only a second passed before your head was thrown back with laughter. Relieved, Yoongi’s face cracked into a smile again. Together your laughter mingled among the trees as he patiently helped you to your feet, keeping a careful hold of your hands again.

“I knew you’d never run far off,” you smiled.

Pushing off again to glide across the sun-tinted ice rink, he tucked you against his side with a hug. Your smile spread further as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I always want to be near you.”

Thank you for reading!! Reblogs are the best way to support me if you enjoyed it💜and thank you again @littleflerken for your great request!

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Save Me (OT7)

Requested by michelle on Quotev <3 

a/n: so this is my first time posting something on here; I typically write on Quotev lol. I really hope you’ll enjoy it :)

Pairing: OT7 x hybrid!OC

Genre: mafia!BTS, fluff, hybrid!au

Word Count: 2.5k ish 

Summary: Bangtan Sonyeondan, the toughest mafia in South Korea. Ruthless, skilled, and emotionless. That is, until a hybrid changes their view of life completely.

Bangtan

The seven men were in the shadows, watching, waiting. One on the roof, sniper at the ready. Four on the ground, knives or pistols cleverly concealed within sleeves. One in a tree, fiddling with his earring as he carefully observed, waiting for the signal.

The last stood boldly on the docks, lamplight glistening on his silvery hair. The waves gently lapped against the soaked wood. A small smirk played on his lips as he glanced at his watch.

23:59:55

23:59:56

23:59:57

23:59:58

23:59:59

00:00:00

Another man appeared. The first looked up in mild surprise. “Didn’t think you would show up, Moore.” His tone was smooth and charismatic, and he spoke in English.

The other scoffed, stepping forwards. He eyed the Korean in front of him. “Don’t play nice, Kim. Where’s the package?”

The first—Kim—remained where he stood. “Moore, we made a deal. Give her to us first.”

Sighing, Moore raised three fingers, and two men came out from one of the ships with someone between them. She cried out when they threw her on the ground.

A soft gasp could be heard from the roof, so soft that only the ones on the ground below him could hear it. One of the men in the shadows tightened his grip on his knife, his knuckles turning white. Oh, how he longed to sink his blade into Moore’s throat. But that could wait. Yes. That could wait.

“Now the package.”

Kim sighed heavily and handed Moore the box. “There’s a lot in there. Be careful.” He tapped his ear twice, and the man on the roof lowered his sniper. “Let’s go.”

At the signal of Kim, one man stepped forwards, taking the girl in his arms.

Moore’s men raised their eyebrows or widened their eyes in surprise as five others slithered out of the dark corners, following Kim out.

Min Yoongi didn’t like to show that he cared. He didn’t like to show that he worried. In fact, he didn’t like to show anything at all. So when he returned back to base with two bullet wounds and a young girl protectively clutched in his arms, you could imagine the others’ surprise.

Yoongi was very good at what he did. He was an assassin, and one of the best at that. He could lie for hours on a rooftop, waiting for the perfect shot. His fingers would grow cold around his weapon and his leg would fall asleep, but his victim would always be dead in the end.

His mission was to take out the ‘illegal experiment’ that a scientist had created. But when he finally caught a glimpse of the beautiful girl with black silky ears and tail and dark, sorrowful eyes, his fingers refused to pull the trigger. He had lain there, shaking with internal struggle.

She was his mission.

But she looked so sad.

He had to obey his orders.

But had she ever seen the light of day?

Yoongi had finally thrown down his sniper and slipped through an open window. He ran down the hallway. A guard fired at him, his leg taking the bullet. Yoongi gritted his teeth and dived for the open door, grabbed the protesting girl, and emerged with only another shot on the same leg.

Namjoon hadn’t been very happy at first. While Yoongi’s wounds were tended to by Taehyung, Namjoon had lectured Yoongi for a solid thirty minutes.

Yoongi still didn’t really know why he did what he did. But all he knew was that none of them regretted it in the end.

Aera POV

Three months ago

I cracked my eyelids open, groaning softly. My limbs hurt all over. Where was I?

I looked around. I was in a plain white room, a pair of medical gloves thrown carelessly on the table beside me. My ears pressed against my head as I hissed softly, the strange atmosphere making me distressed.

”Ahh, you’re awake.” A young man walked in, smiling gently at me. “How are you feeling?” Everything about him felt soft and clean, his eyes crinkling pleasantly as he smiled. He smelled like vanilla.

“Who are you?” I asked quietly.

“Jimin. And you are?” He pulled on the gloves and gestured to me. “May I?”

I bit my lip, tensing up but allowing him to carefully examine me. “I-I’m Experiment 309.”

Jimin frowned, looking at me in kind sympathy. “They didn’t give you a name, did they?” When I shook my head, he smiled again. “I’ll call you...Aera. It means love, you know.”

I didn’t feel particularly loving or loved, but I nodded again.

”You seem to be pretty healthy,” Jimin continued, carding his fingers through my hair and peeking into my ears. I hissed when his fingers caught on a tangle. Noticing, he pulled a comb from a drawer and combed my hair until it was smooth.

Despite myself, I began to purr quietly, relaxing and slumping forwards. He giggled from somewhere above me, brushing away my baby hairs from my face.

“I’ll go get the others,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Stay here, Aera.”

Six other boys filed in behind Jimin ten minutes later, talking amongst themselves. I recognized the scent of the one who had rescued me; the short, pale one in the back with feline features to rival my own.

“So. Experiment 309.” One finally spoke. He was breathtakingly intimidating, tall and unbothered.

“Aera,” Jimin cut in, glaring at his hyung. “Her name is Aera.”

The youngest smiled discreetly at his toes, bright teeth appearing in a cheeky grin.

I eyed all of them carefully. “Yes?”

”You...aren’t supposed to be here. In fact, you should be dead.” The first man glared at my savior, who looked coldly back. “But, now that you’re here, you can’t leave us. Welcome to Bangtan Sonyeondan, Aera.”

A few of them looked at him in surprise. He shook them away. “I’m Kim Namjoon. Seokjin here—“ he motioned to a stunning man with broad shoulders—“will give you the guidelines on how everything works. Break rules and we will not hesitate to kill you. Is that clear?”

Shaking slightly, I nodded silently. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Namjoon clapped Seokjin on the back. “I trust you all will get to know each other soon enough.”

Jungkook POV

Present day

“Noona,” I said softly, peeking into Aera’s room. She looked up, a bright smile gracing her features.

“Hi Kook.” I joined her on the bed and stuck one of her earbuds in my own ear. I grinned when I heard Yoongi’s piano track playing. Aera had been with us for about a month now, and we had all grown much closer.

Although we might be a tough mafia, most of us were gentle and quiet on the inside. Taehyung and I loved photography and art, Namjoon adored nature and museums, and Seokjin loved cooking. Jimin and Hoseok spent a lot of their time dancing, perfecting their moves, while Yoongi’s best friend was his piano.

Aera spent a lot of time with us, practicing in the shooting range with Yoongi or wrestling with me. She had definitely grown stronger both physically and mentally in the past few weeks.

Namjoon had wanted to make sure she could fend for herself, and the others agreed. But all of us liked it most when we cuddled in a heap, playing with Aera’s hair and smoothing her tail.

I had to admit that I was starting to fall in love with the cat hybrid. And perhaps the hyungs were too. I had seen, in a split second as the tv screen flashed across the dark room, the look in Yoongi’s eyes. A moment of longing and tenderness in his dark, stoic face before his eyes clouded with a cranky scowl, batting Tae away.

Aera’s soft purring pulled me from my thoughts. I looked down, smiling fondly as she picked at a thread on my shirt, her head against my shoulder. “Jungkookie,” she said cutely, looking up at me with innocent eyes. “You’re really warm.”

My heart fluttered. “Thanks noona.”

The door opened and Taehyung came in, strapping long knives to his legs and arms. “Come on, Kook. Hyung’s got another shipment in.” He smiled at Aera, his mouth in a big boxy shape.

I sighed heavily, not wanting to leave the safe, happy bubble that was Aera’s room. “I’m coming, hyung.”

Aera watched the both of us, worry swirling in her onyx eyes. “Be careful,” she said, standing up to hug Tae. He patted her head gently, dropping a peck on her cheek.

“We’ll be back in a minute, Aera,” he reassured her.

She nodded, turning to me. I reddened when her lips brushed my cheek for a brief moment. “Don’t be reckless, Jungkook,” she reminded me gently.

Aera followed us downstairs, hugging each of the hyungs tightly. Yoongi grumbled under his breath, his cheeks a rosy pink as Aera kissed his cheek and embraced him. Namjoon and Jin exchanged a teasing smile.

“Don’t lose your temper too easily, Jimin,” Aera told him. He grinned and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Since when have I ever done that?” Jimin teased, but he blew a kiss to the girl on his way out the door.

I lingered for a moment at the door, turning back to look at Aera. She smiled comfortingly and waved. I returned the gesture before finally following the others out the door.

Yoongi POV

We headed back home, talking amongst ourselves. We had successfully delivered the shipment of drugs to our client unscathed, except for Jungkook, who had received a slash from a knife.

“We’re home!” Hoseok called, but there was no Aera waiting by the door. The house suddenly seemed dark and foreboding as we entered.

“Aera?” Jimin yelled, looking around.

“I’ll check upstairs,” I said, glaring at Jungkook. “You stay put.” I bounded up the marble staircase and burst into Aera’s room, expecting a slumbering girl.

I choked, my heart stopping when I saw the rumpled covers, torn curtains, and smashed picture frames. My breath caught in my throat as I bent to pick one of the frames up. It was a photo from the day that we took Aera to the beaches. We were all ruffled by the ocean breeze and dripping with saltwater, but huge smiles were plastered on our faces. Aera was in the middle, with Jin’s and Taehyung’s arms around her waist.

Emotion rarely got the better of me. But I felt a choking, swelling feeling in the back of my throat. My eyes and nose stung with a strange numbness, and a drop of water speckled the broken glass.

I was crying.

The great assassin Min Yoongi, emotionless, quiet, deadly, strong. Crying like his heart would break.

I stood there for a long time, tears streaming down my face in an endless torrent. Aera, sweet Aera, love.

I loved her. Yes. I’d finally come to realize that.

And I’d be damned if I didn’t do everything in my power to get her back.

Three days later

“Hyung!” Taehyung bounded up the stairs and into my room. I looked up from the piano, my fingers halting in their mournful melody. Biting my lip, I shut the piano and let my hands fall to my sides.

“Yes, Tae?”

He frowned, sitting next to me on the piano bench and placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hyung, you-you look terrible.”

He was right, I thought, looking at my reflection on the shiny piano lid. My eyes drooped with exhaustion, I hadn’t brushed my hair in the past three days. An overall look of shabbiness and hopelessness. “I miss her,” I whispered with the tiniest sigh.

Taehyung shook me slightly. “Come on, Yoongi-hyung, Namjoon-hyung has something to show us.”

I reluctantly followed my dongsaeng downstairs to the meeting room. Namjoon and the others were sitting in a circle around the table, Jin’s arms filled with papers. Hoseok was furiously typing away at his laptop.

“There you are, hyung.” Namjoon sent me a smile that I tried to return. “We have a lead on Aera.”

I felt as if I had been dosed with cold water. “W-What?”

“We found her. Another mafia got her. American.” Hoseok spat out the last word as if it was a curse. “We contacted them. They want drugs from us before we can get her back.”

I balled my fists. “Let’s get her then. What are we waiting for?”

“We have to steal some from the dealer in Busan.” Jimin high-fived Jungkook. “That’s where we’re coming in handy. Let’s just say we’re basically locals in that area. We’ll be able to walk in and out with no suspicion.”

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook cheered, springing to his feet.

Jimin POV

“SHIT!!” Jungkook screamed, diving to the ground just seconds before the grenade went off. I cursed under my breath as well, grabbing the younger’s hand and tugging him to his feet.

“Let’s get the hell outta here,” I growled, shoving the package into my large pocket. Jungkook hurled a knife through the air, successfully hitting his target. The man spluttered, clutching his stomach as he fell to his knees.

We had managed to sneak into the shady store, and I had tried my best to distract the female at the counter. I had bent over the counter, biting my lip as I stared at her through hooded eyes. Jungkook had extracted the package from underneath another box, and had just made it out the door when she saw him, slamming an alarm under the counter.

Jungkook and I had to flee, pursued by guards. We had tried our best to shoot them while running, but one of them had thrown a grenade.

Taehyung was waiting with a car at the entrance of the alley, and we leapt in. “Go go go!!” I screamed, opening the window and shooting one more man between the eyes. There was a spray of blood as he fell on his back.

There was silence in the car before we all burst out laughing. “We did it, hyung,” Jungkook said breathlessly, grinning at us.

Two days later

We showered Aera with kisses and hugs the second she was with us. “We were so worried,” I told her, grasping her small, bruised hand in mine. “Yoongi-hyung cried a lot.”

Yoongi’s cheeks turned a bright red as Aera turned to him in surprise. “I-I wasn’t. I mean, I was, but I was just-“ he was cut off when Aera flew at him, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. He responded with passion, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her back.

She finally pulled away, running to Namjoon and kissing him next. Aera embraced each of us, finally coming to me.

“Gonna give me a kiss, baby girl?” I asked. She grinned and reached for me, pressing her soft lips on mine. I smirked, placing my hands on her waist. “I love you.”

“Love you all,” she mumbled, burying her face in my chest.

“My turn,” Taehyung whined, and we all laughed.