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hi please do me the favor of commenting on this story and asking them to delete it! they have plagiarized my namjoon fic "hot love (m)" and renamed it "jealous (rm)".

https://www.wattpad.com/714154615-one-shot-smuts-bts-jealous-rm

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talking to the moon

↳ pairing: boyfriend!hakyeon x fem!reader

↳ genre: fluff

↳ AU: softbf!au

↳ word count: 440

↳ request: “Cha Hakeyon fluff when Y/N goes stargazing? Was this nessecary because I had no clue.”

↳ summary: for the first time in a long time, the pair of you decide to go stargazing

You smiled as you turned to Hakyeon who was singing along to the songs on the radio. You knew you loved him, more than you loved yourself.

You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, there was something about him that made your heart flutter. You were proud of your boyfriend, of what he had made of himself especially.

“Hey sleepyhead, you coming?” He asked as he parked the car causing you to blink out of your thoughts.

“Yeah yeah.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and opened the door to his rented truck. Your eyes almost instantly looked up at the sky.

You were in awe, you loved stargazing, it was one of your favourite things to do with Hakyeon other than cook and watch tv shows. You closed the door behind you and walked to the back of the truck where it was pretty much overflooding with blankets and pillows. A smile appeared on your face once again as Hakyeon wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He whispered pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love it.” You whispered back before turning and placing your arms around his neck, pulling his neck so his face was close to yours.

“Much better.” You spoke, his warm breath kissed your face, your eyes looking deep into his deep brown ones. His lips only inches from yours, you licked your bottom lip as your eyes moved from his to his lips.

“Just kiss me already,” He mumbled rolling his eyes at you.

Your smile widened as you pulled him closer, your eyes closing as soon as you felt his lips on yours.

He turned you around so your back was against the truck as your fingers found his coal coloured hair.

He pulled away slightly, your chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breaths, his forehead was against yours.

“We don’t wanna miss the stars do we?” You shook your head in response. You let go of him, he jumped into the back of the truck, his hand extended for you to take.

You took it, he used his strength to pull you up but pulled too hard causing the pair of you to fall down, your face fell into his chest, his lips let out a slight oomf.

You turned your head towards the sky, cuddling up to Hakyeon more, he kissed to the top of your head as you sat in silence, your eyes looking at the pitch black sky that had stars dancing.

This was the way you wanted life to be.

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build a life together

pairing: yoongi x reader, side jihope

genre: fluff, light angst

word count: 1,510

summary: Just a simple day in the lives of the Mins.

You really aren’t sure what possessed you to buy a new bookshelf, but Jimin had dragged you to IKEA earlier that day to find a new mattress for himself and Hoseok. You’d barely walked past the office aisle before you pulled Jimin back to admire the broad bookshelf before you.

It wasn’t tall, but it was wide and had three shelves. Your mind had immediately jumped to how many more books you could purchase now that you would have the room and you paused, wondering when you had even decided to buy the wooden beauty before you.

Jimin laughed beside you, after following your line of sight to the bookshelf. “You goddamn nerd.”

You whirled around to face him, your nails digging into his arm, not appreciative of the fact that he was laughing at you. “Don’t do that. Don’t laugh. It’s really pretty okay. I want it. Don’t laugh.”

His laugh died down to a giggle and his free hand came up to pat your head. “Well go ahead and get it. I’m not stopping you. It’s just ironic that I came here to buy a new bed so my husband and I can do kinky shit on it and you’re buying a bookshelf.”

You scowled at him, your face flushed and you felt the tiniest bit mortified that Jimin had said that out loud, but he’s Jimin and Jimin has always done as he pleased. “Keep your voice down at least. I don’t want to get escorted out before I buy my new baby.”

“Congratulations!” Jimin said then, his face scrunched up with that cute smile of his. “Didn’t know you and Yoongi were expecting! Is it too late for me to throw a baby shower? Are Hoseok and I the baby’s godfathers? You know Hoseok would be pissed if you guys didn’t make him godfather.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and Jimin’s smile grew, pushing you toward the bookshelf as he continued. “It’s okay if you didn’t make Hoseok godfather though, I can keep secrets.”

“What makes you think that you’re a godfather and Hoseok isn’t?” You asked as you allowed Jimin to push you forward.

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew that Jimin had rolled his eyes at your question. “Of course I’m a godfather. We’re best friends! And besides, everyone knows Yoongi always loses in an argument with you ‘cause he’s weak. So obviously, you would get the final say in that matter and my poor Hoseok will have to wallow in petty jealousy as I get to spoil our newest niece or nephew with gifts that I bought with his money.”

By the time that Jimin was done talking, you had reached the bookshelf. You leaned forward, scanning the shelves for a price tag and when you found it, a tiny, happy sound escaped through your lips. “Jimin, don’t talk as if you wouldn’t be sad over Hoseok being upset. You’re disgustingly in love with him.”

Jimin laughed then, a bit nervously, but mostly just amused. “Don’t tell him that, I’ve got an image to sustain.”

You turned to look at your best friend and laughed. “You’re literally married. I think your image changed a long time ago.”

And you were right. You and Jimin are childhood friends. You’d been there for his wild college years and you’d always had to keep an eye on him. He would drink too much, smoke too often, and get himself into situations that you wished he’d never have to go through again. Then Hoseok had emerged from the ashes of Jimin’s burned out party life and despite it all, he’d stayed. You were glad Jimin was happy and you appreciated Hoseok for helping your best friend.

You’d met Yoongi through Hoseok anyway, so you owed that man a lot. Probably your own happiness even.

Life had always been hard. Even with Jimin by your side through most of it, you’d never really been good at being social or making decent conversations with others; making connections. You had stuck to the two constants in your life: Jimin and books. You’d accepted Hoseok and then later Yoongi and you found that you were okay. You were married and happy and you were definitely buying the bookshelf.

So with Jimin’s help, you lugged the new bookcase home (with Jimin whining about how long he had to wait for his new mattress to be ready for delivery) and put the box in Yoongi’s home office. He was at work still so you and Jimin ate a late lunch and you waved goodbye to your best friend, watching as he climbed into the car that Hoseok had bought for him years ago and drove away.

Then, with determination burning through your veins, you marched into Yoongi’s office and tore open the box with the unassembled bookshelf inside. You had studied the instruction manual with care and then went ahead and started putting pieces together.

You didn’t know how much time the building was taking, but with each passing moment, your frustration only grew. You tried to remain calm and breathe evenly through your nose, but when the parts in your hands simply wouldn’t stay together you threw your hands up in defeat and yelled, “That’s it! I’m not buying IKEA furniture again! Ever.”

And that’s how Yoongi found you only a few minutes later. Your eyes glued to the jumbled pieces of wood before you, glaring so intensely that Yoongi thought they had insulted your grandmother or something. But a smile curls his lips anyway. You’re just so cute when frustrated and he likes teasing you. Not so much as when others do, but it’s still cute seeing the way your brows come together and your lips pull into a pout that he wants to kiss away as you fume.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and soft and you look up, your frustration ebbing towards relief when you see Yoongi in the doorway of his home office.

“Hi,” you say in return as you spring to your feet and step close to give your husband a chaste kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here. Help me put this together, please? You’re better at this than me.”

Yoongi chuckles and nods before kneeling down to examine the parts you were struggling with. “You bought a new bookcase?”

You nod, your fingers fiddling with the dark strands of hair that cover Yoongi’s nape. “Jimin dragged me to IKEA earlier and I came back with our firstborn.”

“I’ve got this, babe, don’t worry. I’m surprised you didn’t break any of this to be honest,” Yoongi laughs, not commenting on your wordchoice, as he digs through the papers, pieces of styrofoam, and spare bolts before he finds what he’s looking for: the instruction manual.

Yoongi’s hands seem to fly across the pieces, assembling the bookcase in less than no time at all once you’ve brought him some tools to finish the job. He smiles and you kiss him again before you stand back and watch as he brings your dream to life. Yoongi puts the tools neatly away and tucks any garbage back into the bookcase’s empty box. Your bookcase is done and finished and looking just as beautiful here in Yoongi’s office as it did standing in the middle of the office aisle in IKEA.

“Is it okay?” Yoongi asks beside you, rubbing his hands on his pants legs as he does.

You turn to face him, silently and throw your arms around his neck, bringing him close before you let your mouths meld together in a more persistent kiss than the ones you shared before. Yoongi’s hands find their way to your waist and you can feel the smile on his lips as he continues to kiss you. A fluttery feeling bursts in your chest and you melt into his embrace, fingers burrowing into his hair.

For all the frustration you felt earlier when you’d been struggling to put the bookshelf together by yourself, you’re really grateful that Yoongi showed up when he did. You never answered his question, but kissing him is just as much of a response as any and he gets what you mean.

When you both pull away to catch your breath, you close your eyes and nuzzle your nose into your husband’s cheek, sighing happily when Yoongi pulls you the tiniest bit closer into his embrace.

“I take back what I said about never buying IKEA furniture again,” you whisper and Yoongi laughs, his whole body shaking with the force of it.

You giggle as well and when your laughter has subsided, you press your lips to Yoongi’s again briefly. “Thank you, Yoongi. I love you.”

Yoongi gives you that precious gummy smile of his that you love so much and he shrugs, his cheeks flushing a little as you stare into his eyes. “Anything for you, babe. I love you.”

Upon hearing his words, a warm feeling settles into you, right into your bones and soul. The feeling stays with you for a very long time.

a/n: this was really mostly fluff but there was some angst there too and side(but not so minor)jihope! also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!

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Hey are you going to do a part 2 for nerve ? It's amazing

Hello there ♥ and yes!I’m working on another oneshot to post here first, and then I’ll post Nerve pt. 2. So yeah, wait for it!

Admin Galaxy ✨

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spring day

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1,180

summary: You and Taehyung have been best friends for as long as you can remember, but maybe it’s finally time to take that to the next step.

When your phone begins to ring, you’re quick to answer, hoping with all your might that it’s the one person you’ve been wanting to talk to all day.

“Hello?” You ask, hesitant to see who’s on the other end of the line.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

You immediately sigh in relief as the voice of your best friend filters through the phone. He’s been awol for a majority of the day while you’ve been anxious about not hearing a peep from him. His voice is as deep as ever, the smooth tenor instantly calming your nerves as he coughs a little into the phone. You can tell that he’s sick and your worries grow again.

“Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all day, Tae.” You keep your voice low and even, doing your best to mask the worrisome tone you know he’ll be able to pick up on. “Are you sick or something?”

Taehyung laughs, deep and gravelly and despite yourself, you smile. “I’m fine. No need to baby me. You know your mom does that enough already.”

You chuckle, letting yourself sit back in bed as you do. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I can’t baby you too. Still, are you sick? You sound like it.”

“Uh, I guess I am. Just a tiny bit, butー”

“I’m coming over,” you say in a rush, pushing yourself off the bed and towards your closet. “Should I bring anything? Soup? Chocolate? Your sweater?”

Taehyung laughs on the other end. “No, no. You don’t have to come over or bringーwait, my sweater? What?”

You blush a little, remembering how you’d acquired the sweater in question. “Yeah, I still have your sweater. The really big black one.”

It was the middle of winter, a few days before the term ended and you’d left your dorm room in a rush to get to your class on time leaving behind your dear jacket and gloves. Taehyung had caught you in the hallway after class, swaddled up in his black hoodie and extra gloves for you in hand. He was going to come over to your dorm afterward to help you study for your last class of the term. Once he saw how cold you were, he immediately pulled off his hoodie and slipped it over your head, completely ignoring the complaints you shot his way about how he needed to stay warm as well.

But Taehyung had remained unfazed, ruffling your hair before he said, “It’s fine. I have a strong immune system anyway.”

You’d laughed and felt your face warm, an undeniable blush blossoming across your cheeks as Taehyung threw an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to his side as you walked back to your dorm. Outside, the winter air wasn’t too bad now that you were properly warm, but you couldn’t deny the feeling of springtime that was bubbling in your belly. You two were closely snuggled together, basking in each other’s warmth and the tinge of sadness you felt in your heart about your fantasy coming true without the desired dynamic included wasn’t enough to keep you from laughing when Taehyung slipped on ice and took you down with him.

Taehyung has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Wherever you went, he was sure to follow and vice versa. Two peas in a pod was what you two were. No matter how strong your feelings for him may have been, your friendship came first. Sometimes you would wish that Taehyung meant something different every time he told you he loved you, but when you look up at him and he meets your gaze, flashing you that rectangular grin of his in fond endearment, you can’t help but be content with the way things are now.

“Okay, but why do you have it?” Taehyung’s voice draws you out of your memories, and back to the present.

You attempt a laugh and press your palm to your cheek to calm yourself. “Why are you sick? You told me you have a strong immune system.”

There’s a pause before Taehyung gasps and begins to laugh. “Oh, I remember now. You came to class in the middle of winter without one and I gave you mine. Aish, I don’t know how I forgot anyway. That hoodie’s my favorite.”

“Which is why I’m going to return it,” you say, a tiny smile spread across your lips as you rummage around in your closet. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Bring popcorn and we’ll make it a movie night,” Taehyung exclaims and you can almost hear the smile in his voice as he speaks. “We can even cuddle up on the couch like a couple.”

You feel your heart ache at his words, but push the feeling back, doing your best to match his playful tone. “Nuh uh. You’re not coming near me while you’re sick. You might have a strong immune system, but I don’t.”

Even though you can’t actually see Taehyung, you know that he’s pouting. “Then how am I supposed to hold you tight during the scary parts then kiss you to make it all better?”

“When have you ever done that?”

Taehyung laughs again, loud and soothing to your ears and you smile, despite the sweat that’s beginning to form on your brow at his words, your nerves on edge now. “I was thinking about some things and you know, I realized that we’ve been together for a long time.”

“Yeah?” You ask, wiping your hand on your jeans as you wait for him to continue.

“Yeah,” Taehyung says, a rounded softness to his words as he speaks. “I think it’s time we really get together though. Don’t you agree?”

You stop breathing. Taehyung laughs at himself on the other end of the line as spring explodes within you. Flowers bloom and butterflies emerge from their cocoons, knocking against your sides with such force that even if you could breathe, you would only be rendered breathless again. The sun is shining and you feel warm, your brain rebooting as it analyzes Taehyung’s words.

“Hey, you alright?” Taehyung’s voice pulls your attention back to the conversation and you let out a ragged breath as your body begins to function like normal again. “Do you wanna talk about this in person instead?”

You clear your throat and fidget with the end of your shirt as you stand in front of your closet. “Yeah. I think that would be best.”

Taehyung’s laughter is music to your ears and you smile at the sound of it, relieved that at least some things will never change. “Alright. I’ll see you soon then. Don’t forget the popcorn and you can keep my sweater.”

“See you soon, Tae,” you say as he hangs up.

You smile into your closet, not focusing on anything in particular before you throw yourself into overdrive and start grabbing what you need. Your gaze runs past the said hoodie hung up in your closet and you smile at it.

Winter has passed.

Spring is upon you.

a/n: there was a tiny bit of angst, but i hope this was mostly fluff. also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!

❀ admin rosebud

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human nature

pairing: sub!jeongguk x dom!reader

genre: angst, implied smut

word count: 1,898

warnings: very light dom/sub 

summary: Family picnics were always your favorite.

Family picnics were one of the things you always looked forward to.

They were fun and required such little effort on your end that it was easy to mingle about with your family and eat to your heart's content.

And this picnic hadn't seemed any different, except for the fact that Jeon Jeongguk, the bane of your existence and, but less importantly, your friend with benefits, was sitting across from you on a bench where your family sat, smirking at you. You wanted to reach across the tabletop and smack him upside the head, but your mother sat on his left and your cousin, Taehyung, on his right and you supposed it would be rude to be so violent in front of your mom and favorite cousin. So you held your anger at bay and avoided talking to the jerk as much as you could.

When some potato salad fell into your shirt and you had to stick your hand up in there, Jeongguk's gaze burned into your skin. You knew he was watching, but that didn't stop you from calmly finding the piece of potato salad and throwing it into a napkin beside your plate. Your mother handed you another napkin that you gratefully took in order to clean your chest and when you looked back up, you did not, under any circumstances, bite your lip and wink at Jeongguk.

You watched the movement of his adam's apple as Jeongguk swallowed and took a shallow breath through his nose before he looked away and threw himself into an avid conversation with Taehyung. You giggled under your breath and continued to eat, glad that no one had noticed the strange atmosphere between you two.

And that's how most of the picnic went. Jeongguk would give you that overbearing smirk that never failed to piss you off and you aggravated him with the use of your body, laughing quietly with yourself as he looked away. Despite the initial surprise of seeing him here, you had to admit that this was the most fun you’d ever had at a family picnic.

Still, that didn't stop you from confronting him when the sun had fallen and your mother went home. Taehyung helped your uncles light the campfire and you made the excuse of going to the bathroom all the way on the other side of the park, knowing full well that Jeongguk would follow you.

And follow you, he did. You pull him into a tiny thicket of trees where no one can see you and gasp quietly when his lips immediately attack yours. His hands grip your waist as he pushes you against a tree and manages to shove his thigh in between your own. Without thinking much of it, your hands tangle into his hair and pull on the strands before you grind your crotch down on his leg, relishing in the shiver of pleasure that rolls down your spine as you do.

But beyond the trees, a child yells and the spell Jeongguk always manages to put you under breaks. You push him away from yourself and lean back against the tree, calming your breaths as he bends over and grips his knees, doing the same.

This was the reason why you two slept together when you normally couldn't stand each other's company. There was this undeniable chemistry between you two and if you were being honest, you liked how submissive Jeongguk became when you rode his cock. He'd breathe out these pretty little whines that set your entire being on fire and hide his face in your neck when you'd lean down to kiss him. It was cute, even if Jeongguk wasn't always cute when you were around each other.

When you both finally regain your breaths though, you force yourself to speak first, your curiosity burning in your veins as he looks up at you with hazy eyes. "Who invited you? This is for family and close friends only, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk only shrugs and takes a step closer, his eyes glued to the strip of skin you're unknowingly showing since your shirt is rucked up. "Taehyung did. We're friends. I didn't know you two were related."

You shake your head and groan. Of course, your favorite cousin just has to be friends with the bane of your existence. Fate is so goddamn kind to you. Really.

"Well, I guess you know now," you mutter under your breath. "Jesus, I can't escape you at school. I can't get away from you at work. I can't even avoid you in my own bed. Now you have to be around my family too? What the fuck, man?"

Jeongguk isn't smiling anymore when he asks, "Do I bother you that much?"

You peer at the boy before you, confused about his tone. He sounds almost sad, as if you trying to avoid him really hurts his feelings. But this is Jeon Jeongguk, star baseball player, your fellow barista coworker, and your sworn enemy. Your sworn enemy who gives really good head, but that's beside the point. Jeongguk isn't one to want commitment of any kind really and you're pretty sure that you wouldn't like to date him anyway. Right?

But then you think of all the nights he's spent in your bed. At first, you both stuck to the rule about not staying over at each other's places. That quickly deteriorated when you fell ill and forgot to text him to cancel your plans and he showed up at your place, still willing to kiss your snot-ridden face and make you some chicken soup before he cuddled you to sleep. You woke up with your steam machine chugging sadly on a chair by your bedside and Jeongguk's dark, messy hair in your face, your illness gone. And then, he kept staying over and eventually, you started sleeping at his place too.

Jeongguk had jokingly suggested that you two just move in together to save yourselves the trouble since you both lived alone, but you didn't want to give up your apartment and you assumed that neither of you were very keen on the whole one bedroom thing. Or at least, you thought so anyway.

Now Jeongguk is standing in front of you, his expression forlorn and something twists in your chest, making your breathing harder to control.

"You act as if you don't try to avoid me as well," you say for the sake of saying something to change the look on his face and you're almost relieved when he steps into your proximity again and grips your face in his hands, his expression now confused and determined.

You expect him to make some smart ass comment then kiss you and rile you up before you both end up in each other's arms later tonight, fucking as if there's no tomorrow. But Jeongguk has always managed to surprise you.

"I've never tried avoiding you. You really think that I work at that dumb ass cafe and always take the same shifts you do just to avoid you?" he asks.

You open your mouth to speak, not very sure about what you want to say, but he's talking again before you even have the chance to say something. "Is me avoiding you the reason I walk you to class and stay with you in the library even when I have absolutely nothing to work on?"

"Jeonー"

"Do you really think that I would ask you to come to my games and cheer me on if I was trying to avoid you?" he cuts you off, his voice husky now as he pulls you into his arms and stares into your eyes.

His gaze is hypnotizing and you feel the urge to show him who's really in charge, but now isn't the time because you know that Jeongguk has something to say and he is going to say it.

"You think me sleeping in your bed almost every night is how I avoid you? Is that really what you believe?" He asks, his face mere inches away from your own and you grip his shoulders to steady yourself.

"What are you saying, Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk sighs and holds your gaze, his glare softening into a tender stare. "I'm saying that the last thing I want to do is avoid you. Can't you see that?"

You bite your lip and smile when his eyes draw towards the movement. "So...what? You want to be with me then? Is that it?"

"Well, yeah," Jeongguk murmurs. "I mean, I thought I was being obvious. But I guess not?"

You laugh and pull Jeongguk closer until his chest is pressed to yours, your fingers toying with the ends of his hair. He goes willingly, head dipping down to brush his nose against yours.

"Are you saying that you have a crush on me, baby?" You ask, the familiar pet name slipping off your tongue like a reflex.

Jeongguk closes his eyes and whines, nodding his head fervently. "A really big crush."

"That's cute," you say, a smile on your lips as you hold Jeongguk closer and press your lips to his cheek.

He bucks into you then, his hard cock pressing into you even with all the layers of clothes that separate you two from each other and mewls, wordlessly asking you to touch him. Your hands make their way up to his face and you hold it away from yours so that you can see him clearly. He makes a dissatisfied noise in the back of his throat as you do, but makes no move to keep himself close to you. You smile and press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Okay. I think we can do that, yeah," you hear yourself say.

Jeongguk breathes out a relieved sigh and then bucks into you again, his cock even more prominent than before. You giggle and swiftly shove your hand into his jeans, forming a ring around him with your fingers as quickly as you can. Jeongguk whines again, a sound so pretty that you feel your mouth water, and kisses you harshly. His lips are soft and movements gentle and you lose yourself in him, glad that no one has come looking for either of you yet.

Later when you make your way back to the campfire, you bid good bye to the rest of your relatives, acutely aware of how bad your breath must smell now, and quickly make your way towards your car. Jeongguk is already there, leaned against the driver's side, head swiveling up in your direction when he hears the gravel kick under your feet.

He smiles, his large teeth accentuating his resemblance to a rabbit, and you laugh, taking his hand as you draw closer to his side. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek before making your way back home.

It feels like a dream when you collapse against your sheets a few hours later, Jeongguk's come sticking to your skin, and turn in bed to press a soft kiss to his face. He scrunches his nose up at the action and chases after you as you pull away to give you a kiss that leaves you both breathless.

He's your sworn enemy, but you don't think you'll care much if he became your roommate and boyfriend as well.

Family picnics always were your favorite.

a/n: pfffft idk just take it ok but sub!gguk is my shit and no, no actual smut so yeaaaah. also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!

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lights! camera! action!

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 735

summary: Namjoon’s lips slant into a bashful smile and you can’t help but think about how adorable he looks. “Well, you share all of that with me, so it’s not just me.”

“No. I suppose not, but you do work harder than any other actor I’ve ever met and you have a heart of gold. In this industry, that’s rare to find.”

“Can you justー” Namjoon begins.

“No. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!” You shout back.

Namjoon takes a step back, suddenly startled. For all the years that you’ve known each other, you’ve never raised your voice at him once, no matter how badly he may have fucked up, you were never mad enough to yell. But, now, in this instant, you seem like you are.

You appear to be so mad that people would think all you see is red right now. You want to pound your fists on Namjoon’s chest and yell until your voice is hoarse, but you’re just too tired to do that, and besides, you don’t need to go over-the-top with this.

“Hey,” Namjoon says, his voice now softer than before and a pleading look in his eyes as he takes your curled fists into the palms of his hands. “Don’t do this. Don’t give up on us.”

You wrench your hands out of his, hoping that it doesn’t look too dramatic. “You’re the one who gave up on us. Don’t give me that bullshit!”

“And cut!”

Namjoon bursts into giggles as soon as the director calls the scene to an end. “Nice work, Y/N.”

You laugh and give him a playful shove, “Not so bad yourself, Joon.”

“Back in five!” The assistant director yells, holding his hand up for everyone to see before going back to scouring over his clipboard.

“Shall we?” Namjoon holds his elbow out for you to take, and take it you do.

He walks off towards your designated seats, easily waving away the flurry of makeup artists that try to descend upon you both. You laugh and shoot them an apologetic smile as Namjoon motions towards your chair, his elbow clutched in your hand. You sit with a smile and wait until your co-star has sat down before you turn to him and watch as he shifts his whole body to face you.

“How do you think we did just now?” You ask once you have his full attention.

Namjoon chuckles and gives you a dazzling smile. “To be honest, that whole ‘you’re the one who gave up’ part was pretty suited for the scene. And I mean, it was great for improv. I don’t think we did half bad.”

“You sure? The director didn’t seem all too happy when we finished.”

“He’s literally never happy, Y/N. Have you ever seen the dude smile?”

Your lips lift into a smile of your own and Namjoon laughs beside you. “Now that you mention it, no. I haven’t.”

“That’s exactly my point,” Namjoon says. “He could win the lottery and still not crack a smile. I don’t know what’s up with him, but it kind of freaked me out when I first met him.”

“And look at you now,” you murmur with a tender smile. “You’ve been on national TV for three years, have had four successful seasons on this show, and you have so many important people in your life.”

Namjoon’s lips slant into a bashful smile and you can’t help but think about how adorable he looks. “Well, you share all of that with me, so it’s not just me.”

“No. I suppose not, but you do work harder than any other actor I’ve ever met and you have a heart of gold. In this industry, that’s rare to find.”

A light blush settles upon Namjoon’s cheeks and you can’t resist letting your hand trail down the side of his face, causing him to lean into your touch and smile widely at you.

“You have a heart of gold too. A heart that I absolutely adore, Y/N.”

You chuckle and let your fingers trail up into Namjoon’s hair, bringing his face closer to your own until you’re able to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. When you break apart, his entire face is a dusty pink and the back of your neck feels warm and tingly.

“I adore you as well,” you whisper before he kisses you again.

You smile against his lips and simultaneously groan with your boyfriend when the assistant director yells that the five minute break is over.

“Save this for tonight?” Namjoon asks as he stands and holds his elbow out to you again.

You take it and smile, following after Namjoon as he makes his way towards the main stage. “Definitely.”

a/n: i’m kinda thinking of making a sequel maybe? i dunno. also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!

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omg have you thought about doing a part 2 to Nerve? that was so amazing thank you for writing it!

Nerve part 2??

Thank you♥!I’ll probably write a part 2, don’t know when but yes.

admin galaxy ✨ 

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N e r v e

→ pairing: Jungkook x FemReader 

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ au: JungkookCEO!

→ word count: +3.7k

→ request: ❝ hey may I request a ceo!jungkook x fem!reader semi-fluff where the reader is his new secretary and he acts nervous and shy around her, and it leads to eventual smut? thank you! :) ❞

→ summary: Jeon Jungkook was good at bussiness, but not with women. His best friend knew that and decided to give him a hand - hiring you as his new secretary. 

“Excuse me, who are you?” “I’m Y/N. Your new secretary, Sir.” He examined you from head to toe and gulped. Was this some kind of joke? After the old Mrs. Choi (who made an excellent job despite her age) retired, he asked for a new secretary to the Human Resources Department from the company. He expected a younger woman, but not that younger and certainly not that pretty. You were sitting on your new desk, in front of his office door. A forced smile was carved on your lips, desperately waiting for his approval. His eyes travelled from yours, to the curve of your lips, to your neatly tied hair, your collar bones under your white blouse and... Embarrassed, he muttered a “This can’t be,” to himself and entered his office before slamming the door shut. His feet rushed towards his desk, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pressed the numbers on the phone. “Humaan Resouurceees?” a voice sang from the other end of the line. “Park Jimin, who is Y/N?” Jimin’s laughter sounded like music, and after all those years as best friends, Jungkook could imagine him two floors below him: the blonde man pressing his back against his seat and a mischievous smirk decorating his features. “Your new secretary, Boss.”

“I can’t work with her, you know that. I thought you said you would call a woman from-”

“Just because you don’t speak to pretty women, does not mean you can’t. I’m giving you a helping hand as my boss and friend. She’s amazing! She worked for another company before, with very good references I shall say, and she’s a business student.”  He didn’t doubt your skills, he doubted his own. As Jimin knew, he could not talk to a woman properly, not even when he was the company’s CEO and you were just an employee. “This is not a game Jimin, it’s the job!” “I did my job, I interviewed her and she passed. Then let her do her job, give her a chance.”

He could not fire you just because you made him nervous, right? He kept that in mind every time he saw you at your desk, talking on the phone - or every time you knocked at his door and entered the office carrying folders, the agenda or just a cup of coffee. Weeks passed and it was getting worse. Could you not notice how he played with his fingers each time you were around? How he only gave you short answers? Or you did notice but you kept doing things on purpose? Things like that time, when some pages fell from your folder and the both of you squatted and tried to pick up all of them - your hand brushed his for a moment. Your skin was so soft and warm that it took a while for him to pull away his hand from yours and stand up straight.   

He turned around, hiding his blushed cheeks in embarrassment. Everytime the clock marked 8 PM a sigh of relief escaped from his mouth: it signaled the end of the day, therefore the end of the torture called Y/N. “Hey Boss, you looked troubled.” Jimin mocked him, leaning against his office’s door. 

Jungkook rolled his eyes, grabbing his briefcase after loosening his tie, “It’s all your fault. I should fire you instead of her.”

“You wouldn’t fire your best friend,” the blonde pouted. The two men wearing suits walked side by side towards the elevator, “and she’s making a good job despite your little problem.” The brown haired pressed a button on the wall and the elevator’s doors opened, revealing that it was completely empty. “She’s good,” he agreed. As always, Jimin and him were the last ones in the building and he glanced quickly at the empty department full of desks before the doors closed and they went down. “If she wasn’t good I would have a reason to fire her, but I don’t.” They were discussing some points for the meeting they had next week with KimCorp, when they exited the building through the glass door and met the cold air of the night. As always, Jungkook intended to give Jimin a lift to his house, but the short man shushed him and pointed his finger at something standing on the sidewalk.

Someone. You. You were rubbing your hands against your eyes, your usually perfect ponytail was messy and they could see your bare legs shivering because of the cold.

You didn’t see them when Jimin squeezed his boss’ arm and said, “You better go and offer her your help.” “What!? You go!” Jungkook snapped, turning his back on you and taking quick steps towards his car, where his driver was waiting for them. 

“Hey, no! Wait.” Jimin grabbed him by the shoulders and stared right into his eyes, “Remember that time in high school? When you wanted to talk to this chick, standing alone at prom night?”

“Are you seriously comparing this-”

“I am. I convinced you to talk to her and boom - you had your first kiss. Back then you were the cute son of an important CEO. Now you are a handsome man who IS the CEO. And that, my friend” he glanced at you, “is a girl freezing to death, probably crying and who happens to be your pretty hot secretary. Thanks to me by the way.” Jungkook turned to your direction, the words of his best friend echoing in his head. He licked his lips and nervously ran a hand through his brown hair, giving Jimin a final determined look before walking towards you. Each step he took, he wanted to turn around and run to the car. But at the same time, when your face turned and you finally noticed him, he knew there was no turning back. Your eyes were watery and your lips were puffy as they parted when he finally reached you: “Sir?” “Are you ok, Y/N?”

He congratulated himself for being so smart, of course things were not okay. He tapped his feet on the ground, trying to shake the nervousness out from his body and added, “Can I help you?” “Oh no Sir, I’ll just go home now - I should take a cab.” You swiped the tears from your face with the back of your hand and offered him a fake smile. Jungkook looked for Jimin behind him, but he was not there anymore. His eyes scanned the empty street and the (his) building reflecting the moonlight on its glass windows. “It’s late.” he said, “And you’re cold. Let me take you home.”

You shook your head and took a step away from him, “I can make it home by myself.” “I insist, Y/N.” You examined his face under the poor light for a moment before glueing your gaze to your black shoes, “Please don’t.” you murmured, quickly adding a ‘Sir’ to the phrase. “But thank you for the offer.”

“If this is because I’m your bo-” “My boyfriend and I just broke up, and I just need a moment alone.” You had a boyfriend? Of course you had. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he lied. “It’s ok.” “Let me just take you home so I can be sure that you’re safe.” When you looked up at him again, he was waiting for your response with his lips pressed into a thin line. His big dark eyes had a silent plea written on them, and you knew you had no other choice but to accept his help.

As the two of you sit on the back of the expensive car, you both took the same decision: sitting as far from the other as possible. Even though you were far from him, he could still smell your perfume as it spread inside his car, and he subconsciously wished it stayed forever. The city lights reflected different colours on your side profile, as his driver followed the gps instructions, being its voice the only sound filling the small space. Jungkook kept his sight fixed on his hands, sweating on his thighs. How can a situation turn out so awkward? Awkward situations were in fact, Jungkook’s specialty since he was a kid and that did not change in his adult life.   So when you got out of the car once it stopped in front of your house, he was not surprised when you muttered a quick “Thank you, Sir.” and rushed inside the building.

He could not help but notice, the next day, the way you sleepily entered his office. Your clothes and hair were as neat and clean as always, but your tired eyes gave you away. 

“KimCorp’s vice president called Sir.” you announced, placing a portfolio on his desk. “He wanted to make sure this was in your hands before the meeting next week.” Oh yes, the meeting. He glanced at the file and then at you again, as you continued counting the dates on his schedule. “A state worker is coming tomorrow and Mr. Park is working on the monthly balance and taxes. He wanted you to have this too.”  You handed him a tiny folded paper, that looked like a green post-it. Jungkook took it, and rolled his eyes when he read the message in Jimin’s handwriting: “Tell me that you kissed her at least. ^.^” He turned the paper into a ball and tossed it inside the trash can. “Is there something else?” “No, Sir.” “You can leave then. And please, I don’t want to take any calls.”  Your back was facing him while you walked to the door again, but suddenly you stopped. “Sir, I haven’t thank you properly for yesterday. I’m…” He watched you turn around slowly, fixing your pencil skirt with your hands and hesitantly taking a few steps towards his desk. “I’m really thankful for this opportunity, this is a very important company - and honestly after my interview with Mr. Park I never thought I could work here, but here I am.” Your eyes met the floor again as you continued, “And yesterday you were very kind to me, and helped me even when you didn’t have to, so thank you, Sir.” You blushed. Wait. You blushed?

Jungkook squinted his eyes and tried to examine your face better. You did blush, even though you tried to hide it by looking down. “What kind of man would I be if I let a girl like you alone when it’s dark and cold?”   Your face slowly raised with a confused expression plastered on your features, “A girl like me, Sir?” Now he was embarrassed. Was he your boss or was he a high school boy with a crush on you? He could not tell the difference anymore. Licking his lips, he nervously fixed the front of his suit as he adjusted himself on his seat, “I mean… you know.”

You frowned, encouraged enough to get closer to him. “I know?” He wanted to be swallowed by his chair, his eyes opened widely as he tried to explain himself, “A young woman.” “Oh.” You sighed in some sort of relief. “Yes.” He gulped, as you silently made your way out of his office and left him alone. After calming himself down, he shook his head and opened the portfolio resting on his desk in an attempt to distract his attention from you - scanning quickly the list of names, numbers and percentages KimCorp had listed for him.

That same list was being read by Kim Namjoon a week later, inside the meeting room in front of an audience of men dressed in suits and sitting around a big rectangular table. Jimin as Chief Human Resources Officer, was sitting on his right - nodding his head from time to time and taking some notes on his laptop. By his other side on the left, Kim Seokjin held the same portfolio Jungkook had, since he was KimCorp’s CEO and fellow associate. You entered the room right then, carrying a plate with cups full of coffee on it. As you placed a cup on the table in front of each member of the meeting, Jungkook's eyes travelled from Namjoon to you while you took tiny steps towards the end of the table where he was sitting.

He held his breath while you slightly leaned your torso over the table and carefully placed a cup in front of Seokjin.

Finally, it was his turn and he watched you held the last cup from the plate and place it in front of him.

Well, tried.

Your grip on the cup failed and as it fell - coffee splashed on Jungkook’s suit and shirt making him jump from his seat at the feeling of the hot liquid against his skin. He heard your apologies but did not say a thing while he was rushing outside the room, looking for the nearest bathroom. You followed him, a tragic expression plastered on your face as he took off the jacket of his suit and closed the bathroom door. “Let me help you Sir, I’m so sorry.” Still, no word left his mouth and he only watched you take a towel and dip it in cold water. “Does it burn? I’m so so so sorry.” you repeated.

You pressed the cold towel against the fabric of his shirt, right on his stomach. The coldness felt like paradise against his skin and he sighed - it felt so good he almost forgot he was in the bathroom, with his secretary, and that you were pressing a wet towel on his abs. “Shit.” he muttered under his breath before grabbing the towel from your hands and doing the work himself. He awkwardly stuttered when he tried to speak again, “I-I-I- I’ll handle this.” “Let me do it, It’s my fault. It will make you feel better.”

“Woman can't you stop?!” He snapped, “I can't even think when you're around, I’ll do it!”

Your lips parted and your eyes avoided his, trying to choose the right words to say. “I didn't know I was making you uncomfortable Sir, I should leave-”

He should not have said that, you were now walking backwards towards the door. The towel fell to the floor when Jeon Jungkook gathered the courage to take a step forward and press his lips to yours, preventing you to leave.

He felt the panic taking over him as he realised you were not responding to the kiss and you were just completely frozen on your spot: your arms falling motionless on your sides and your eyes wide open in surprise.

He pulled away, the color red covered his cheeks and his hand massaged the back of his neck - “I'm sorry I- God.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he lift up the towel from the floor and tossed it in the sink, “Please Y/N, forget-”

Your lips found his this time and he forgot what he was about to say, the pain on his skin, the meeting outside. Your fingers hesitantly touched his cheek, encouraged when he got even closer and erased any distance between you.

He stopped kissing you, giving a quick glance at your face before doing it again in slow and and soft movements. He hummed when your tongue traced a soft line on his lower lip, as you tilted your head to a side and deepened the kiss.

Could something taste sweeter than you? Your lips were something so new and unexpected, moving confidently as if you did not care who he was or where the two of you were.

“Is your burn ok?” you whispered.

He separated his face from yours and his eyes travelled to his stomach, where a big coffee stain ruined the whiteness of his shirt. “Y-yes.”

“Can I see?”

Would he step back now? You did not look as affected as he was, his hands were nervously gripping the edge of the sink now behind him - when he took a long sip of air and nodded, unable to speak.  

Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt and his toned muscles popped from beneath, clearly reddened on the area of his abs where the hot coffee fell.

You followed the lines of his front with one finger, from his collarbones and his chest to the lower half of his body. “I’m really sorry.”

You grabbed the cold towel again, and pressed it on his bare skin. Without the fabric of his shirt in the way, the coldness felt even better than before. You observed how his muscles tensed under it and his lip was caught between his teeth while you moved the towel lower on his stomach, brushing the leather of his belt. His eyes were glued to your face when you added more pressure to the touch and and accidental moan escaped from his mouth, “Oh God, you should s-stop that.” he panted, trying to keep his composure. He swore he saw your gaze get darker as you, (for the first time) ignored his orders and pressed the towel even harder and closer to his crotch, earning another one of his involuntary moans that echoed in the room. Jungkook could not feel the burn caused by the hot coffee anymore. Instead, the burning sensation was on his erection now, throbbing under the clothes. He knew you could notice it too, you were so close to it - so close, you just had to lower your hand a little more. His hips moved forward instinctively just because of the thought of it and even though he felt embarrassed by it - all the blood had left his cheeks and was now focused on the tip of his cock. You looked down at the tent beneath his pants before placing the towel on the counter and say “I can’t heal the burn I caused you but…” your tongue wetted your lips and you hooked your fingers around his belt, “Can I fix that for you, sir?” That was all he wanted you to do that exact moment, inside of that bathroom. He nodded multiple times and you quietly giggled at how desperately cute he looked. Your knees touched the floor as you rubbed your palm against his bulge and your eyes met his while your other hand unbuckled his black belt and unzipped his pants.    When you pulled them and his boxers down at once, his length sprung free. Its tip was almost as red as the burn on his stomach and you teasingly ran your thumb in circles around it - amazed by how his head fell back and he groaned. His hands grasped the edge of the counter behind him and he spread his legs wider enough for you to be comfortable between them. You grabbed the base of his cock and gave it quick squeeze, testing how hard it was before stroking him slowly. As your hand moved up and down building a steady pace, Jungkook’s lips parted - muttering something to himself in between low moans. You took that as an incentive to finally let your tongue swirl around him before running your lips all along its side and wrapping them around the tip. His breath hitched and his hips pushed him deeper in your mouth, taking him as far as you could without choking and massaging with your hand the part that could not fit inside. He watched your head bob up and down and hesitantly moved his hand to your hair, grabbing your ponytail softly. Your free hand squeezed his, motioning him to grip your hair tighter and you moaned around him when he did. “You’re so good, so, so, good” he repeated breathlessly as you sucked hard on his head and looked up at him, taking in the view of your sweaty boss loosening the tie around his neck with two fingers while he guided your pace with the other hand. Jungkook pushed himself a little further, feeling you so tight around him when his tip reached your throat and you choked on him. He pulled out, making sure you were okay before pressing his cock against your lips again and entering your mouth when they parted. In no time he was thrusting into you, so desperate to reach his release that he totally forgot about his shyness right then while he was fuckin’ your mouth. His swallowed hard when he felt that tickle in his stomach - those electricity waves running through his veins as his grip on your hair felt so tight you whined in pain. “I’m going to cum, fuck.” he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut before he actually did, filling you with his warm cum, salty on your tongue. You swallowed as much as you could, wiping your mouth in an attempt to clean yourself once he pulled out and stared at you, fascinated by how you had not wasted one single drop. “Y/N,” he called you, “I want-” “There’s the meeting outside, Sir.” The meeting. His eyes opened in shock, helping you stand up and quickly fixing his clothes (or well, tried to fix his clothes) while he watched you tied your hair into your perfect ponytail again. 

He walked to the door but turned around before opening it, “I...I’ll go out first. You…” he faced you, “Come here.” You obeyed, getting closer enough for him to gently press his lips against yours, “You were amazing.” he whispered.   Once outside, he rushed towards the meeting room - only to find an empty meeting room.

Almost.

Park Jimin was still in his seat, his elbows resting on the table and his gaze focused on his phone. “What happened?” Jungkook examined the room with a frown on his face. The blonde looked up at him and placed his phone down. “Well, the meeting ended.” “Shit.” Jimin smirked, “Don’t worry, I handled it just fine with Seokjin’s help.” He stood and made his way to his boss, enjoying himself as he spoke again, “Now I want all the details, the dirty ones.” 

The brown haired laughed, relaxing his muscles as his friend tapped his hand on his shoulders and wiggled his brows. “I won’t tell you anything, it’s embarrassing.”

“Oh c’mon! You took ages inside that bathroom! You owe me, a lot.” Jungkook blushed, remembering what had just happened and fighting the silly smile carving on his lips. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

A/N: My first post here on FW, HELLO THERE. Hope you liked it ♥

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like the seasons, you are

pairing: yoongi x genderfluid!reader 

genre: angst, minor fluff

word count: 1,715

summary: You’ve just come to terms with being genderfluid, but you aren’t sure how to tell your boyfriend, Yoongi, who you’re practically in love with.

You weren’t sure how to tell Yoongi.

You hadn’t really been sure of what you’d been feeling for a long time actually. It wasn’t until one of your closest friends had told you about gender being a form of expression that you really began to question yours. Your friend lent you some of their textbooks they’d been using for their psychology class and your mind had been blown.

There was so much that you hadn’t known before. Sure, you could have learned all this through the internet by simply looking it up on your phone, but there was something about holding a book in your hands that validated how you felt. It was real. It was solid. It wasn’t some abstract thought a guy high on fumes had theorized about on a backway chat room.

It was a real life thing written in a real life book that you could feel and touch with your actual hands and it was real for you.

You’d finally figured out that sometimes you felt like a girl and other times you felt like a boy. You were okay with it. It was a feeling that you’d always had, but never really expanded on until you bought your first pair of boxers. They’d fit you nicely. You liked the feeling of them on your skin. Other times, it felt weird and that’s when you’d slip into the underwear your older sister had helped you pick out from Victoria’s Secret. Some days, you couldn’t even stand to look at them. You’d thrown away a few of your underwear that were bland colors when all the frustration that was building up within you overflowed on your off days.

Those days were when you avoided Yoongi. He generally wasn’t one to pry, but with the way you’d been acting lately, it was only a matter of time before he pushed you for an answer. You’d once even gone on a date with him while wearing your favorite pair of boxers and a lumpy hoodie that hid your curves. Yoongi had said nothing, simply held your hand through the movie and walked you up to your dorm room before he’d swept your hair out of your eyes and wished you a good night. You’d murmured it back in response watching as he pivoted and walked down the hallway you two had just come from. As soon as he had turned the corner, you’d disappeared into your dorm, rushing past your roommate who was passed out on the couch and slamming your bedroom door behind you. You’d let out a relieved breath, glad he hadn’t noticed how stiff and awkward you’d been throughout the entire date because you’d been worrying about him somehow finding out about your choice of underwear.

It’s been like that for some time now. You’d avoid Yoongi’s messages for days as you struggled with who you wanted to be (and with school) and when you did meet up, you’d act so strange around him that he probably thought you didn’t like him anymore.

“Rose-ah,” Yoongi’s voice rings out, dragging you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

“Huh?” You hear yourself murmur.

“Is it true?” He asks.

“What?” You blink, utterly confused about what your boyfriend is asking you.

Yoongi sighs and shifts in his seat. You’re both sitting in the living room of his tiny apartment. The place isn’t much, but it’s Yoongi’s and that’s what matters to him, and to an extension, you. He’d called you over that day to study, saying he missed you, and you’d shown up. It wasn’t every day that Yoongi said those words. He was very reserved, never letting on how he really felt, and when he did, you felt a warm rush of affection. He never showed how he really felt, but he made an effort for you and that was only one of the reasons why you liked him so much.

“Rose. Are you pulling away from me because you want to break up?” Yoongi asks.

Your spine straightens as you jolt in your chair. “Excuse me?”

Yoongi looks at you, his lips pulled into a half pout and an indescribable look in his eyes. “Rose. I’m being serious.”

“I’m being serious too!” You let out, surprised at how high your voice had gone when you spoke. “I don’t understand why you’re asking me this.”

Today, you want to tack on a “hyung” to the end of your sentence, but if you did, then your secret would be blown. Yoongi would know that sometimes you’re a man and other times you’re a woman and he’d find you weird, a freak, and break up with you. You hold back your tongue, afraid of what might happen and stare at the older man in the room, waiting for him to speak.

“You don’t understand…?” Yoongi trails off, rubbing a hand over his face as if it pains him just to talk to you. “I don’t understand why you’ve been avoiding me for the past month. Every time we’re together, you’re always so hesitant to touch me, to talk to me. To look at me. What’s going on, Rose-ah?”

You gulp, a bead of sweat beginning to form at your hairline. You debate telling Yoongi about your latest discovery and tangle your hands together when you realize that you’re wearing your favorite pair of boxers again. For the past week, looking at your Victoria’s Secret panties had made you feel a bit ill when you got ready for the day every morning. You worry that Yoongi will break up with you if he learns about how you’re feeling and you don’t want that. You really, really like Yoongi, love him really, and you don’t want him to be out of your life. You squeeze your eyes shut and huddle in on yourself atop Yoongi’s couch. Yoongi sits on the armchair opposite you, but the second you recede into your shell he’s quick to curl around you, his arms encircling your shoulders, pushing your hair out of your face as your breaths turn into heavy pants. You’re not sure what’s going on, but you know that you should tell Yoongi. He has the right to know about your feelings if he’s worried you’re going to dump him.

You’d never dream of breaking up with Yoongi. He’s such an amazing person that you two being together still baffles you. He’s pretty, pretty in a feminine way with his weak chin, the large slope of his nose, his upturned lips that are always pulled into a pout, and the bags under his eyes that only make the rest of his pale features stick out. But he’s strong and he never takes shit from anybody. Your chest shakes as you let out another breath, letting go of your nerves and some of the anxiety you hold about telling Yoongi about your feelings concerning your body.

“Iー” you falter, the panic rising up in you as you imagine all the different ways that Yoongi might react.

But then Yoongi rubs his hand on your arm, encouraging you to continue speaking. So you take a deep breath and rub at your eyes, surprised to see that you’re crying because you hadn’t noticed it before.

“I’m not a girl,” You whisper, clenching your eyes shut as you do, afraid to see his reaction. “Not all the time, anyway. Sometimes, I’m a b-boy…hyung.”

You’re relieved to have finally said it. Your panic is beginning to die down and even though you’re not sure how your boyfriend is going to react, you know that it won’t be in a negative way. Yoongi doesn’t stop rubbing your arm and you take it as a good sign to open your eyes and look up at him. He’s smiling at you, a grin tender and soft and reassuring. You let out a relieved breath, glad that he isn’t angry or appalled and simply accepting instead.

“That’s okay,” he says. “That’s fine. This changes nothing. Nothing about the way I feel about you, Rose-ah. You’re still you, even if you sometimes feel like a boy and sometimes feel like a girl. I don’t mind.”

You sag into him, letting your limbs wrap around Yoongi as you two lay curled up on the couch. He lets you, being careful to not grip your waist as you push him back onto the couch cushions. He laughs beneath you, a soft, breathy sound as your hair tickles his face. He pushes it back and stares you in the eye, his gaze soft and touches gentle and you melt.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask, your breaths intermingling in the space between you.

Yoongi nods, his lips pulling into a smile. “Of course. I didn’t fall in love with you because you were a girl. I fell in love with you because of you, and you feeling like this, it doesn’t change anything about the way I feel about you. You could be an alien for all I care, but you’re not. You’re you and that’s all I want you to be.”

You nuzzle your nose into his throat, a rush of affection for the man underneath you suddenly taking you by storm. “Did you just confess?”

Yoongi laughs again. “Maybe. I thought it would be appropriate anyway.”

“Appropriate how?”

“You’ve probably been freaking out about telling me for some time, so I just wanted to reassure you.”

“So you reassure me by telling me you love me?” You ask.

“Yeah. Why? Do you not love me?”

You shake your head and laugh. “Of course I love you. I just didn’t want to be the first one to say it.”

Yoongi presses his nose to your hair. “Well, at least we both know how we feel now. And I really do mean it when I say that your gender doesn’t matter to me, okay, Rose-ah?”

“Okay, hyung.”

You press your lips to his then, relishing in the way he shifts underneath you, his hands tugging at the end of your hoodie as your mouths meld together. It’s soft and simple and you think that maybe that’s how life with Yoongi is. Easy and comforting.

You don’t think you’ll mind very much if it is.

a/n: I wrote this for my best friend @spring-dayoongi​ bc they’re 100% right about there not being enough fics with genderfluid readers and i hope that this makes a select few happy. also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)! this is also the mxr work i’m most proud of!

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one plus one does not equal two (m)

pairing: taehyung x genderneutral!reader x jeongguk

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1,897

warnings: double penetration

summary: You love your two boys and they love you.

“Scoot over,” Taehyung mumbles drowsily, pushing you to the side as if you weighed nothing at all.

Luckily, you’re pushed right into Jeongguk who quickly pulls you closer to his chest before either of you can be pushed off the bed.

“Uh, rude much?” You mutter, glaring at Taehyung who’s nestling himself into the sheets like his body aches and the only suitable balm for his pain is the fluffiness of the bedspread beneath him, caressing his body.

Taehyung laughs and turns on his side, reaching out to take a strand of your hair. “Hush, babe. I almost died today at the lab and Jeonggukkie even forgot to bring me lunch!”

Jeongguk scowls beside you and shifts so that you have enough room to scoot towards the middle of the bed. With two boyfriends, you really should have invested in a bigger bed earlier, but Taehyung always seems to blow his share of the money on things you’re positive he doesn’t actually need. You and Jeongguk have been secretly saving more money to cover for Taehyung’s share, but neither of you has had the heart to tell him that yet.

“I shouldn’t be bringing you lunch in the first place!” Jeongguk argues, pushing a finger into Taehyung’s face right over your own head. “You’re not in primary school anymore, Tae! You shouldn’t be asking us to bring you lunch like we’re your parents and you’re our kid who always forgets to take his lunch with him when he leaves for school.”

You look up to see that Taehyung is biting down on his lip, a hesitant look in his eyes while he decides on how to answer Jeongguk.

“So what you’re saying is,” Taehyung begins, his hand stilling in your hair as he meets Jeongguk’s gaze. “You don’t like eating our lunches together and getting a little break from our work when we both need it?”

Jeongguk sputters. “That’s notー”

“Because if you are,” Taehyung continues. “Then I hereby banish you from our bed.”

You laugh as Jeongguk’s eyes grow to the size of saucers. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too! Tell him, Y/N.”

“Tae,” you laugh, an infectious grin spread wide across your lips. “You really can’t banish him.”

Taehyung squints at you, his tongue between his teeth as he considers your response. “And why not?”

You raise a brow at him and sigh before pushing yourself up and move quickly to straddle Jeongguk’s waist. Jeongguk immediately catches on to what you intend to do and settles himself down on the mattress, hands coming up to cradle your face as you lean in towards him. You both look over at Taehyung who’s staring at the two of you, wide-eyed, and hand suspiciously hidden beneath the sheets.

“Because if you really banished, Gukkie,” you say. “Then, we wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Jeongguk applies gentle pressure to the side of your face to make you look at him again. He leans up and you comply, dipping your head down to meet his lips. His lips are soft and smooth and you forget that you’re only doing this to rile Taehyung up, but that’s forgotten when you hear him move beside you two and suddenly Taehyung is behind you, pushing his semi against your backside.

“I see your reasoning, still want to banish him though,” Taehyung murmurs into the quiet of your bedroom.

Jeongguk quietly laughs beneath you and presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck. You sigh between the two men and let yourself sink into the familiar feeling of them around you.

“You can’t banish him, you love him too much,” you say, your voice a gentle whisper between your boyfriends.

Taehyung nuzzles his nose into the nape of your neck which is left exposed by your short hair. “Damn it, you’re so right.”

“When has Y/N ever been wrong?” Jeongguk asks in the dim quiet and Taehyung laughs, leaning over you to reach the younger man.

“Probably never,” you hum as Taehyung lets his nose bump against Jeongguk’s.

Jeongguk turns his face to kiss Taehyung softly on the lips, his eyelids fluttering shut as he does. Your heart warms at the sight. It’s taken some time, but eventually, the three of you had sorted out all your differences and ended up together. You’d gone through a lot with these two, but they’d stuck by your side and by each other’s and you couldn’t ask for better people to share your life with. 

Taehyung is wild at times. He’s very outgoing and has a passion for animal science. He can’t walk past a dog without saying hello and he gets along with kids so well that you’d just been swept up into his crazy. Jeongguk, on the other hand, is calm, grounding. He’s the dependable one, a bit too serious for his age, but always confident in what he does. He has a fierce love for art and it had inspired you to follow your own dreams. You’re a preschool teacher who looks after a class of thirty toddlers with the help of two of other teachers a bit older than you and a teacher’s aide that’s a year younger than you. You three live a hectic whirlwind of a life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You love your two boys and they love you. They prove it to you often and you make no fuss about Taehyung opening you up from behind with some lube after Jeongguk has shed you of your clothes. His tongue flicks out at the pert nub surrounded by your areola and you whine, letting your head drop down to fall into the curve of Jeongguk’s neck while Taehyung works you open. Condoms are produced from the bedside drawer and Jeongguk is quick to slide into you, cupping your jaw as he does before Taehyung follows soon after and you feel so full.

“You okay, Y/N?” Jeongguk asks, he and Taehyung holding their breath as they wait for you to adjust to them.

You nod, your cheeks pink and your skin tingling all over. “Y-Yeah. I’m okay. You guys…you guys can move.”

“Oh thank god,” Taehyung groans and shallowly pulls out before he slams into you.

“Fuck!” You yelp, your arms giving out on supporting your weight so that you land on Jeongguk’s chest.

Taehyung follows you, keeping his chest plastered to your back as his hips rut forward and Jeongguk grips your waist, using one hand to brush your hair out of your eyes as he pushes into you as well. You keen, your skin feeling on fire from all that’s going on and press your lips to Jeongguk’s collarbones. Taehyung bites your earlobe at the same moment that Jeongguk manages to lick his way into your mouth and you aren’t sure how your body is still functioning properly.

Jeongguk and Taehyung are moving against you, rutting their hips into you, hands tight on your figure and each other’s, bodies slick with sweat. Your bedroom smells of sex, sweat and Taehyung’s cologne that has never actually left the room no matter how many times you aired it out after Taehyung had accidentally spilled a bottle-full onto your carpet. 

Taehyung and Jeongguk are hot above and beneath and in you and you’re overcome with emotion as they rock into you, losing the rhythm they had established as their orgasms approach. Their movements slow, their breathing becomes labored and you choke out a moan when Jeongguk stills beneath you, blowing his load with a shout of your name and Taehyung’s. Taehyung continues to move, your backside beginning to ache when it feels like every cell in your body has been lit on fire. You are so close to the brink, you just need that one last push and you’ll be homebound.

Taehyung gives you that last push and crumples into you, moaning incoherently as his orgasm overcomes him. Jeongguk pets your hair, murmuring praises towards you and Taehyung as your whole body begins to shake. You come with a cry, your hands curling into fists in Jeongguk’s hair as Taehyung clings to your back, his body boneless, but lips persistent against your shoulder blades. Taehyung rolls off you, peeling his condom away with shaky hands before Jeongguk takes it from him and ties it off with a knot, aiming it towards the trash bin in the corner before Taehyung helps ease you off of Jeongguk’s softened cock.

Jeongguk gets rid of his condom as efficiently as he did Taehyung’s and rummages around in the dresser, making a triumphant noise in the back of his throat as he pulls the wet wipes out. He cleans all three of you, as meticulous as usual, and you sag into the mattress and your boyfriends’ warm embraces. Taehyung noses along your jaw, inhaling your post-sex scent while Jeongguk curls into your side, peppering your shoulder and throat with kisses.

Everything feels soft and you feel sleepy and with the way the boys around you are cuddled up to you on the tiny mattress, bliss outlining each and every one of their features, it’s almost too easy to fall into a dreamless sleep for the night.

A week later, you and Jeongguk are struggling to get the new bed past the doorway with a pompous Taehyung standing in the kitchen, directing your movements.

Neither you nor Jeongguk knows how or when, or even where Taehyung had gotten the money from, but somehow, someway, Taehyung had managed to buy you all a new bed. It was large and heavy and of course, it was you and Jeongguk who were lugging it into your house. Taehyung had never been one for breaking a sweat if it didn’t include sex somehow.

“To the left and tilt it sideways! Come on, Y/N, Jeongguk! You can do this!” He chants.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and scoffs at the eldest. “Just because you managed to singlehandedly buy us a new bed, doesn’t mean you get out of helping us push it into the bedroom, Tae.”

Taehyung tsks at him and you can’t help but laugh, struggling to hold up your end of the mattress as you do. “Gukkie. I bought it, therefore you two do all the heavy lifting and get it into our room and you won’t complain while you do it.”

Jeongguk mumbles something under his breath and tilts the mattress, helping you push your end past the front door.

“See? Easy! Now come on, to the bedroom we go!” Taehyung directs, striking a Columbus pose before he scampers off to your bedroom.

“Why do we put up with him?” Jeongguk asks you, a sigh escaping from his throat as he sets the mattress down for a short break.

You set your end down and quickly walk over to Jeongguk to give him a reassuring peck on his lips. “Because we love him. Why else would we do it?”

Jeongguk laughs and kisses you again. “You are so right.”

“When am I ever wrong?” You ask, teasingly.

Taehyung jumps onto the both of you then, scaring the shit out of you before you’re stuck dealing with a jumpy Taehyung who’s pressing multiple kisses to your mouth. “Never. Our Y/N is never wrong.”

Jeongguk wraps you both into his arms, a fond smile gracing his lips. “Got that right.”

a/n: I made this more fluffy than it really needed to be o: also, this is a re-post from my writing blog (@wenotes)!

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tutor (m)

↳ pairing: university student!hakyeon x fem!reader

↳ genre: smut

↳ AU: university

↳ word count: 2477

↳ request: N/A

↳ summary: who knew you were fucking the cute nerdy guy?

I sat at the back of the class, staring at the board blankly. I took a quick glance around the room and saw everyone was scribbling down the notes. I let out a slight huff and resumed looking at the board. Although I was staring at the board, anyone could see that I was concentrated but my focus lay somewhere else. I was thinking about what I was going to make myself for dinner, what I was going to watch. Essentially trying to organise my time, that was way better than learning about History.

You see History & I don’t go hand in hand, we are like chalk and cheese or oil and water. It’s just not right, it made little sense. I found the subject confusing and dull. Having to remember all the dates, the locations and so many people. It was the past, why should I care now? Of course, there were some topics that I did enjoy but learning about the Tudors and Korean History was enough to make me want to pass out in exhaustion.

“Y/N. Pay attention and stop staring out the window.” The teacher yelled causing everyone to turn around and look at me. Mr Greyson has always been an asshole from the start, probably since the start of time.

“Sorry,” I mumbled picking up my pen and quickly scribbling whatever was on the board.

I felt a poke on my right shoulder, I tried to ignore it but it happened once again. Annoyed at the constant poke, my eyes tore away from my notebook and onto the culprit that wouldn’t stop poking me.

“If you need you the notes from before, including past lessons. You can copy from my book.”

I nodded slightly before thanking him.

“I’m Hakyeon by the way but the way.”

“Y/N.”

“I know.”

My eyebrows creased slightly after hearing what he had just said.

“Not in a weird way, It’s just-”

“Y/N. Stop talking.”

My mouth hung open slightly. Hakyeon was the one that was talking not me. I swore that this teacher hated me the moment I stepped foot into this room.

Once he had turned his back. I processed to glare at him before muttering under my breath.

I diligently tried to focus on listening to the teacher but it went through one ear and out the other.

It was a subject that I regretted signing up for.

Looking down at my page, I saw I had only written 2 lines.

I heard his footsteps approach my desk. The sound of his smart shoes against the hard wooden floor made me cringe.

“Stay behind for a moment, you too Hakyeon.”

Biting my lip as I felt the anger flow through me. It was all his fault. If he hadn’t have opened his big mouth, this wouldn’t have happened.

The bell rang, my face fell as I saw my classmates rush out of the classroom towards their freedom whilst I was stuck in an overheated classroom with my asshole of a teacher and some random guy.

“Fuck sake,” I mumbled still in my seat, if only I acted like I was paying attention harder, I would be on my way out as well.

“There’s a reason why I asked the two of you to stay behind.”

The teacher explained as he sat on one of the desks.

“Look, I wasn’t the one that spoke, it was him.” I pointed out quickly, trying to lessen the heat.

He frowned slightly,

“No, that’s not the reason Y/N. I asked Hakyeon if he would kindly tutor you since your grades aren’t doing as good as they should be.”

“I really don’t mind helping you out Y/N”

“Sure you don’t”, I spoke under my breath.

“So you do you agree, you know I want the best for you. For all of my students.” I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding.

“Alright then, I’ll leave the pair of you to figure out a date and time you want to meet up to revise. Just a heads up, your class has a test coming up in about 2 weeks. So make sure to revise the topics if you want to pass this time.”

He took a glance at his silver watch before he hopped off the desk and rushed towards his own desk. Shoving all his things into a bag hastily.

“I’ll be off. Make sure to revise alright.”

With that comment, he was gone in a flash.

I turned to Hakyeon.

“You know you don’t have to do this right?” I informed him.

His face etched in disapproval.

“Didn’t you hear what he said?”

“I’m not bothered,” I shrugged.

He left out a huff of disbelief.

“You’re not bothered? This is an exam that could change your life.”

“This is only a minor, my major is gender studies.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the study of gender that teaches the achievement and history of women, masculinity, and the lives of people who identify as gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered.”

“Why did you chose that?”

“You know the saying, curiosity is one of the greatest secrets to happiness? That’s why, I feel like the more I know, the happier I’ll be.”

He nodded processing the information I had just told him.

“So when are you free to start working?”

“I mean right now wouldn’t be a bad idea since I’m stuck here,” I replied playing with my earring.

He nodded once, reaching into his bag and pulling out a textbook which made me groan.

“If you wanna pass this test, we have coming up then we better get started.”

Rolling my eyes, I did what I was told. Carefully jotting down notes as he taught me ways in which to remember the significant dates and the key topics I needed to go over.

/

“Woah, it’s been 2 hours.”

“Fuck off no it hasn’t.” I scoffed, my eyes drifted over to the clock that sat on the white wall only to widen. He was telling the truth.

Seeing my reaction, he let out a chuckle.

“ We should get going then.”

I nodded, gathering my things slowly thinking about how I should approach the situation.

“Um,” I spoke softly.

His dark brown eyes looked at me, signalling for me to carry on.

“I just wanted to say, thank you for taking the time to go over the key things I need to remember for this stupid test.”

“No problem, I’m always here to help.”

“How can I make it up to you? Not to mention how stubborn I’ve been towards you.” I bit my lip slightly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed before licking his lips.

I slowly made my way over to him, sitting on the desk that he was at. My fingers running through his silky jet black hair. His eyes closed as he relished in the feeling. But not for long when I tugged on it.

He placed his hands on my legs, stroking them, feeling my soft skin, his hands later travelled up to my hips. Giving them a squeeze to show his disapproval.

“Pretending that we don’t know each other and that we aren’t fucking.” He muttered into my chest.

“I-”

“Don’t say a word, I want you bent over the desk ready for me.”

“A desk?” This isn’t something we had done before, it was always in his dorm whilst his roommate Wonshik was out or at my dorm. 

“Greyson’s.”

I didn’t know what to do or say but I knew that I didn’t want to get on the bad side of him.

His eyes travelled up and down looking at my outfit which consisted of a long sleeved top with an onyx black skirt and a pair of chunky platform boots to increase my height.

“I want you over there at the front in nothing but your skirt and tights whilst I go check that no one’s here.”

I scurried over whilst the tanned male rose from his seat and towards the door.

“Oh and leave the choker on. It’s cute.” He winked and before I knew it, he was no longer in the room.

I let out a shaken breath as I began to remove my top, allowing it to fall from my fingertips. Reaching down, as I began to unzip my shoes. I felt him pressed against me. His hard erection throbbing on my back. Telling me how much he wants me, his fingers bruising my skin.

“On second thoughts, leave the shoes on.”

I swallowed as I felt his breath flutter over my skin causing goose bumps to arise.

Rising up from the position I was in, I was quickly spun around. My back pressed against the board.

His plump lips locked with mine, my hand sliding down his front reaching for his clothed erection. A moan escaped from his mouth as he released his lips from mine. Focusing on my neck. He bit on my sweet spot causing me to groan loudly.

“You don’t want anyone to hear you do you?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I quickly shook my head in response.

“Good.” He whispered, looking down at my chest, his fingers glossed over them before reaching behind me and unclipping my white bra.

He placed me on Greyson’s desk, his fingers brushing up and down my thighs, increasing getting closer.

“I’m going to ask you some history orientated questions and if you get them right you get to cum but if you get them wrong, I’ll stop. Got it?” He asked, pushing my panties to the side.

I nodded my head.

“Use your words baby girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, now let’s see how much you remembered.”

His index finger brushed against my clit causing me to feel shivers travel down my spine. Biting my lip, I looked at him expectantly.

“What are the three kingdoms of Korea?”

“Baekje, Silla and Goryeo.”

“See if you put your mind to it, you can remember.” A small smirk sat on his face, I wanted to slap the cocky look on his face but not when his fingers were teasing me.

“Please.”

“Please what? What do you want me to do?”

“I want to you fuck me.”

“With what? My tongue? My fingers? My cock?”

“Your fingers, please I need them.”

His fingers did wonders, they always hit the right spot, always having the right curl to it. Hakyeon’s smirk increased,

It was like he had knocked all the air out of my lungs when his long tanned fingered pushed into me.

“Now this is just a warm-up.”

My eyes closed as he increased his speed with each pump.

“On August 15th, 1945 which emperor announced the surrendering of the Japanese Empire to the Allied Powers?”

I bit my lip harder, closing my eyes in a vain attempt to think of who it was. No matter how hard I tried to think. I just couldn’t not with all the pleasure that ran through my veins.

“You have 5 seconds to answer it.”

“I don’t know.” I groaned as I left his fingers to pull out of me.

He tutted as he pressed the fingers that had just been inside me on my lips.

“Open.” That one word made me crumble. There was something about him that drew me closer. He was dark and mysterious but then every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him but he was extremely humble about it.

“The answer was Emperor Hirohito who reigned for over 62 years until his death in 1989.”

My lips gave him the access he wanted, my tongue swirling around his fingers as I maintained the eye contact. His fingers moving in and out of my mouth, deepthroating causing me to gag a little. His other fingers tapped my cheek causing me to release his fingers from my mouth. My drool coated his fingers. His smirk widens as I looked away from him feeling embarrassed.

“Let’s start this again. This is the last question. If you get right. You’ll get a treat, you get it wrong. Well, you don’t wanna know. Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Who were the top 3 Allied Powers during the second world war?”

“The United Kingdom, The United States and the Soviet Union.”

“Name some of the countries today that were in the Soviet Union?” He probed as his fingers sat at my entrance once again.

“Russia, Ukraine, Lithuania and Poland.” I panted out as his digits slipped into me once again.

“Good girl. I knew you could do it. See if you put your mind to it you can do it.”

I nodded my head, wanting the teasing to be over and done with. I wanted him. I needed him. Just anything was enough.

“Please,” I begged, my voice coated in desperation.

“Oh, you’re looking for your treat?”

I nodded once again, my voice was caught in my throat from pleasure.

He slowly knelt down in front of me, his fingers left me for a moment as he pulled my panties off. Shoving into his back pocket. I let out an airy chuckle but it soon turned into a moan as I felt his tongue on me. I bit down on my lip turning to suppress the moan that wanted to escape.

“You taste so good, baby.” His voice sending waves of pleasure which caused me to arch my back, spreading myself further apart. His lips enclosed my clit, alternating between sucking and slight nibbles just how I like it.

“How are you feeling baby?” He asked the world’s stupidest question. I felt like I was on cloud nine, each lick taking me closer to the gates of heaven. I felt his middle finger brush against my entrance once again.

“Please Hakyeon.”

His dark chocolate eyes met mine as he pushed in once again. I squeezed around him causing his breath to hitch.

“Do it again” He demanded, I could see the fire in his eyes. I did as I was told. “Ride them. Imagine my tongue and fingers was my cock slamming in and out of you.” I moaned loudly, as I felt his fingers dart in and out of me as his tongue rolled against my clit again and again.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Fuck Hakyeon.” My hips stilled as I threw my head back. My fingers gripping his hair and my back arched once again.

My lips parted as I muttered a silent prayer as he hit the spot where I need him the most.

My pants filled the room as I rested my head against the desk.

“You did well.”

I had the habit of nodding since he always fucked me until my throat was raw. I felt him tap my thigh causing me to look at him.

“We should probably get back before Wonshik starts ringing me about my whereabouts.”

I simply hummed in response. Bending down to collect my bra and top that was on the floor when I felt a sting on my ass. I gasped, whipping around to see Hakyeon give me a wink.

“I couldn’t help it.”

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OMGGGG SUB ZELO PLEASE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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control || zelo (m)

Pairing: Zelo/Reader Genre: Smut AU: Sub!Zelo Warnings: dirty talk, dom/sub themes, restraining, zelo is basically a power-bottom Word Count: 672

Request: “OMGGGG SUB ZELO PLEASE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

Summary: Zelo decides to give up his control.

Junhong’s body trembled on the bed, a light sheen of sweat coating his body as he panted. Usually he would never let you have this kind of control over him, but you finally had the courage to sit him down and tell him your fantasy. At first, he had been apprehensive, a little unsure of what to expect through all of it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You whispered, hovering over his face, not unlike the way he would do for you.

You watched a relaxed smile slip onto his face even though you knew he was uncomfortable with his cock leaking against his stomach. He wanted you to touch him so bad, to make him cum all over himself. His cheeks flushed a beautiful pink color at the thoughts that swamped his head.

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay with this-fuck-just please hurry up,” He whined, jerking his hips up into the air, desperate for friction on his cock and growing impatient with your constant teasing.

“Call me Mistress,” You whispered, ghosting your fingers along his member, which twitched beneath the feather-light touch.

Your cheeks felt warm at your own words, unsure if your boyfriend would be willing to take this that far. However, he didn’t disappoint when he whispered the title in such a way that sent heat soaring through your body. You felt powerful, taking control from him like this, it was exhilarating.

Finally, unable to take all the teasing anymore, you stood from the bed, ignoring Junhong’s needy whines as he thought you were leaving him like this; tied to the bed with his cock impossibly hard. Instead, you discarded the only articles of clothing you wore; a matching set of powder blue bra and panties.

You crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling him. Looking down at your beautiful boyfriend, you felt your mouth water. He looked even more fucked out that he did a few moments ago, a deep blush settling across his face and down his chest. His tattoo beautifully on display, the way he trembled when your fingertips ghosted over the ink. His cock was flushed deep red, the head almost purple and a small puddle of precum had drooled out of his cock.

You couldn’t believe how wet this had gotten you, you were positively leaking all over him. He didn’t seem to mind as he attempted to grind into your heat, which he failed to since you were just out of his reach.

“Fuck, ____,” He growls, tone laced with warning. “If you don’t get on with it I will never let you dom me again!”

Pouting at him taking away all your fun, you wrap your hand around his cock, positioning yourself at his tip before slowly sliding down. The stretch, as always, was deliciously satisfying as his size filled you up in no way any other man possibly could. Usually, you’d feel his hands around your hips to guide your pace but seeing as he currently had silk black ties binding his wrists, it was up to you. But being restrained didn’t stop the dirty words he usually spewed from coming out of his mouth.

“So fucking tight, baby,” He growled, grinding his hips up to make his cock brush you g-spot, making you cry out. “Your juicy little cunt is making such a mess for me, Mistress,” He purrs.

Unable to take it, you begin to increase your pace, bouncing on his cock desperately. He lets out moans, always the vocal one, praising you and telling you what to do. Despite it being you supposed to be in control, you know that he’s always the one who’s really in charge. As much as you so eagerly want to dominate him, he’s never going to be able to give up like that, and you’ll never be able to have him beneath you with no power but his words.

“Fuck, shut up!” You cried, stopping all movement, making him whine helplessly. “I’m in charge here, Junhong!”

Junhong chuckled softly, “Whatever you say…Mistress.”