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What Makes You Sweat | 18+
Summary:Â Youâre really getting tired of how much time your boyfriend spends in the gym when you have so little time together on his days off. So one day you decide to join him to see what really makes him sweat.
Rating: 18+
Genre: idol!au, smut, fluff
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader
Status: Oneshot
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Explicit language, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, smutty smut, sexual tension, big dick!jungkook, unprotected sex(wrap it before ya tap it!), oral sex, cocky!jungkook, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praising, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, spanking, bondage, squirting, begging, cursing, fingering, biting, did I miss anything haha.
Authorâs Note: This has been sitting in my drafts forever, mainly because I was so upset I lost all my edits to it one day. Sooo Iâm just gonna release it, with the premise that its extremely rough because I canât find it in my heart to edit it again. So here it is, take it for what it is.. a quickie, dirty, unedited short story haha.
This is all fictional.Â
You sigh deeply staring up at the ceiling in boredom, you had tired of playing games on your phone or scrolling social media an hour ago. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, 10:44 PM⌠heâd been gone for two hours. Just what the hell does he down there for so long?
Surely most people didnât work out this long every single day, it seemed excessive and it was starting to get on your nerves. You know he promised to keep his washboard abs for ARMY, but surely he didnât need to work out every damn day to maintain those bad boys.
Grabbing your phone again you sent off a quick text to him.
Did you fall off the treadmill? Are you seriously still working out?
You and Jungkook had been dating for over a year now what he did for so many hours every day in that gym was still a mystery. You had never been tempted to join him before, when he was finished with you for the night you could barely move, let alone go workout. Meanwhile he was the energizer bunny, ready to go again and again until you finally caved and told him to go work off some steam.
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I'm Foive!
Anyways
Okay I have 2 songs
These two. Make it angsty but give it a a happy ending.
Um.... Member đ¤...... Jimin đ¤ˇđťââď¸ â¨â¨
Teardrops - JHS
Pairing: Music producer!Hoseok X Assistant!Reader
Theme: Angst, unrequited love au, friends and collogues to could be lovers.
Song: Teardrops on My Guitar
Word count: 1431
Warnings: Allusions to Hoseok being a fuckboy, an emotional confession, indirect rejection, open ending.
Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!
A/N: Finally! Finally it's here. I have talked to bestie @phenomenalgirl9 and changed the member to Hoseok because why not. Idk how is it, since the song is not really something I choose to hear. Hope you like it tho, my girl.
âReally? You asked her out?â your eyes go wide with Hoseokâs admission.Â
âYes. Whatâs with the expression, Y/N?â He chuckles, brushing off the evident displeasure on your face.Â
âU-uh not-nothing. You are strictly âno string attachedâ type of guy. So.. I am just surprised.â you look down on your lap.Â
âI know right? But..â Hoseok looks away from you. His eyes wander in the empty space of the studio as if he is trying to picture her there.Â
âSheâs irresistible. Sheâs beautiful, sheâs funny, her knowledge of music is better than anyone I have ever worked with. And her cooking.. Umm.. delicious. But above everything. She understands me, she matches my vibe completely and I- I love spending time with her, I just love talking to her about anything and everything.â he pauses for a bit and then continues to break your heart, âI like her, Y/N. I really do.âÂ
You stare at him and wonder how he could never see that he does all of those things with you too.
Yeah, you probably are not as beautiful as the woman in question but you make Hoseok laugh more than anyone else. You have been assisting him for the past two years because your knowledge of music certainly pays off. You are a decent cook and you never shy away from bringing new recipes that you experiment, which he enjoys wholeheartedly. And about talking.. Hoseok probably never counted how many late nights you have spent with him over phone calls, empty beer cans on the terrace, half-eaten cups of ramyeon in his studio, cold and stale fried chicken at his house, talking about everything starting from overbearing loneliness to the smell of fresh paint.
And still.. He doesnât see you, even when you are always right beside him, always within his reach. Is it because you never climbed his bed? Is it because he never thought you were eligible enough for that?
Tears start forming in your eyes and unlike other times, you canât blink it away. Your eyes are so heavy that itâs hard for you to even move your eyelids freely. And as a result, teardrops start falling on your jeans. The droplets get soaked in the material, providing them a darker shade than their original tone.Â
It takes Hoseok a few minutes to make out that you are crying. And when he does, he starts panicking.Â
âY/N.. are you? Oh my god. You are crying.â Hoseok reaches for face. He cups your cheek so lightly as if you will be bruised if he puts too much pressure into it.
You move your face away from his grasp. Angrily wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your sweat shirt, you voice through your choked throat, âYes, I am crying. But donât ask me why. I might not be able to hide it anymore.âÂ
Partially being hurt as you moved your face away from his thouch and partially being confused about your behavior, Hoseok decides to pull the truth out of your lungs.Â
âWhat? What are you hiding?â he asks carefully.Â
A sarcastic laugh bubbles in your throat unwillingly, âReally? You are really asking me that?â Â
âY/N, I donât understand anything. Please tell me whatâs wrong. Why did you start crying as soon as I said I likeâŚâ Hoseokâs voice disappears in the thick air when realization hits him.Â
âNo way. No! Donât tell me you-âÂ
âYes. I am in love with you.â you finish for him.Â
âBut I know you have never looked at me as someone to be more than just a friend and an assistant. No matter how hurt I get seeing you with different girls every night, I sucked it all up, put a smile on my face and continued pretending that it didnât matter.â you avert your eyes from him and stare at the ceiling, âbut.. I canât anymore. Now that you finally found someone to keep you company for more than just a night, I might as well move on and start afresh.âÂ
Hoseokâs heart hammers in his chest but he doesnât know why. He knows you are right. He has never had any thought about what you and he could be. You are so precious to him that he protected you by drawing clear lines of boundaries. And Hoseok doesnât like crossing boundaries, neither does he like when people cross them. But with you⌠he doesnât know. He is not angry with you but with himself for unknowingly hurting you this bad.Â
Keeping his eyes on your profile, he starts to speak, âI am so-âÂ
âDonât say sorry. Itâs not your fault that you donât feel the same for me.â you cut him off. Even though your heart is shattered, you donât want Hoseok to blame himself. âCan I ask for a favor tho?â you sigh.Â
âSure. Tell me what can I do?â Hoseok tries to reach for your hands but you move them away to wipe your face. Â
"Can I take two weeks off? I need some time to calm myself down. We don't have much workload these days. SoâŚ" you mumble through your sniffles.Â
"Y-Yes. Sure. You have a lot of piled up vacations anyway." Hoseok doesn't like the sound of it. What if you never come back? What if you leave this job? How will he even survive without his most competent assistant slash one of the closest friends?Â
But he will let you go if that's what heals you. If that's what you want. That's that.Â
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The guilt of hurting you has been eating him alive. But what's worse is your absence in his life.
No one pesters him for his meals anymore, no one seems to know how exactly he likes his coffee, no one knows which beat would work the best in the background, no one picks up his calls in the middle of the night, no one covers him with a blanket when he falls asleep in the studio. Â
All of a sudden, he is empty.Â
His late night fucking sessions are only a temporary diversion now. He hasn't seen the woman he seemingly likes after the conversation he had with you that day.Â
He tried calling you and texting you but each time he swiped his fingers through the keyboard, your tear stained face flashed in front of his eyes and he stopped.Â
Suddenly Hoseok realizes, it's you who is more important. But the question is.. what does he actually feel for you?Â
He doesn't know the answer but maybe he will find it out when you come back, maybe he will understand what it is when he gets to have a heart to heart conversation with you over some beer or coffee. Maybe?Â
But, Hoseok's hopes die and fears take the shape of reality when after two weeks your resignation mail comes instead of you.Â
âÂ
You cried and cried and mulled over what to do for the entire first week.Â
At the beginning of the second week, you went on a tinder frenzy.Â
On the second day of the second week, you ended up on your tinder date's bed.Â
On the third day you started crying over Hoseok again.Â
On the fourth day, you started looking for other job openings.
On the fifth day, you get called on an interview and get the job.Â
On the sixth day, you type out your resignation mail.Â
And on the seventh day, you hit the send button.Â
âÂ
On the first day of the third week, you find your doorbell ringing.Â
You are about to take the very first bite of your meal but someone has to interrupt.
You are pushed into a half amazed and half confused state when you find Hoseok on the other side of the door. You thought he would be more than relieved to know that you have quit. It would be awkward to work together after your sudden confession, especially when you know Hoseok doesn't like certain boundaries to be crossed (which you have clearly done with no remorse), thus, you quitting the job should be the best option from Hoseok's perspective. So, what is he doing here?Â
When you let him in, he looks grateful.Â
"Hey, can we talk?" He whispers staring intently into your eyes as if he has missed getting lost into you.Â
"Yeah.. sure." You reply with a small voice.Â
"I missed you." His voice quivers.
"Me too." You smile a little.Â
You don't know where this is going but if it's Hoseok.. you are ready to get hurt for years and years.Â
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Stay quiet for me
pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader
genre : smut, fluffy tones?
warnings : pet names, swearing, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slapping (once)
words count : 0.9k
A/N : hi hi everyone, I hope yâall doing good. Hereâs a little something to thank yâall for your support on my recent fics and for the 100 followers!! love yâall. My english still sucks but aye letâs go! (also I want to precise that Iâm a new writer Iâm not experienced, Iâll try to do better for the upcoming fics *sigh*)
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âfuck, go faster.â Jungkook said as he gripped your hips tighter. You could tell that you were going to have bruises later by the way his fingers were buried into the soft flesh. You were trying the best you could to make the both of you reach your high.
His hard-on was filling you up deliciously, so deep, it felt too good. You could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down on him. His hair was sticked on his forehead, sweat covering your bodies .
Your loud moans escaping from your lips as Jungkook gripped your neck connecting his beautiful lips on the abused skin. Sucking softly, tongue caressing the marks he left, making you whimper at the sensitive stimulation. You were so close to finishing when you heard Jungkookâs phone rang. He cursed before sighing, dropping his head on your shoulder. It was late at night who could it be, you wondered.
He grabbed his phone to check who it was making you stop curiously. Jungkook moved his hand to slap your ass lightly âdonât stop babyâ he groaned. He bucked his hips suddenly making you lost your balance. âJungkookâ you moaned. Your thighs were so sore, itâs been more than 15 minutes since you started riding him. âit h-hurts babeâ you sobbed softly.
"Yoongi is calling, stay quiet for me, you can do that for me love, huh?â he caressed your cheek making you close your eyes nodding at him softly â thatâs my girlâ he pecked your lips.Â
Before Jungkook picked up the call, he lifted your body laying you gently on the bed considered all the efforts you did. He looked into your eyes to make sure everything was alright for you.
He grabbed his phone, picking up Yoongiâs call, putting it on speaker âwassup dude! sorry I know itâs late but I was wondering if youâre ok if I modify my verse in our last demo. I want to exchange some parts with Jimin. So I could see which one is betterâ you listened to the deep voice echoing through the room. It was TaehyungâŚ
Jungkook looked at you with an emotionless face, you were about to laugh when he hit your g-spot with a particular hard thrust. You bit your lip trying to block the noises threatening to escape as he smirked at your reaction.
"bro you here?â Taehyung asked âyea yea Iâm here. Why do you have Yoongiâs phone ? And yea I think it c-can work. Make sure to not- shit-â He groaned louder than he would had think.
âman, you good?â Taehyung asked confused.
âyes! yes!â Jungkook replied.
âhmm, so yea. Iâm with Yoongi thatâs why I have his phone, mineâs dead. Donât worry Iâll be careful not to modify too much since we really liked how it sounded and all. Yoongi is with us so everything will be fineâ Taehyung started blabbing while Jungkook tried his best to hit the places he knows that could make you scream his name.
His friend long forgotten when you gripped his long black locks, pulling him in a passionate kiss. He put his hand on your cheek as he kept devouring your lips.
âKook? can you hear m-âÂ
âyea yea, I-I trust youâ Jungkook replied out of breath.
âsorry if i disturbed you this late, thank y-â Taehyung started apologizing.
âItâs o-ok, bye!â Jungkook ended the call, throwing his phone away.Â
He grabbed your left thigh, lifting it up a little higher so he could hit deeper âf-fuck, you feel so goodâ. He was getting near, you knew it. You scrached his back as he left little kisses on your chest âJungkook go faster pleaseâ.
He bit his lips as he gripped onto the headboard with one hand for support. You threw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure building in your stomach getting too much. You looked up at him, his hair practically wet, muscles contracting every time he made a move, his lips red from all the biting and kisses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head .
This view made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The bed kept on hitting the wall repeatedly âfuck! Iâm gonna cum!â you sobbed.
Jungkook lowered himself to put his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath âme too!â.
You both moaned as your walls started tightening around him uncontrollably. You grabbed the sheet tightly as you came, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep. He continued thrusting into you to help you ride your high as you pulled on his hair âplease cum inside me baby pleaseâ. He could only moan at your words. He held your hips as he cummed inside you immediately your words exciting him more than you thought.Â
The warm liquid filled you up to the brim, some flowing on the bed sheet. âdamnâ he cursed watching his cum dripping out of you âyouâre so hotâ.
You laughed pulling him down on you âletâs stay like this for a while please?â you asked shyly.
âyou want me to stay inside?â he looked up at you curious as you nod caressing his cheek, your other hand running up and down his scratched back. He kissed you neck whispering an âI love you y/nâ before cuddling you. âI love you Jungkookâ you kissed the top of his head.
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âguys is it just me or he seemed weird? like sick?â Taehyung asked a bit lost.Â
ânah. boy was getting laidâ Yoongi said smirking making Jimin laugh loudly his head falling on Taehyungâs shoulder as he clap his hands.Â
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A/N : sorry I had to make a little Vmin appearance hehe ,, ⥠I hope you guys liked it :) thank you for your support!
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Oops I Summoned a Succubus!
Summary: The maknae line summoned a demon and now itâs everyoneâs problem.
Warnings: Innuendos, discussions of sex, and Y/n and Taehyung being slight perverts?
Authorâs Note: New series! Less edgy than my other one. Donât really write smut so weâll see how this goes. Practice makes perfect and I have now given myself an entire series to practice with T-TâŚinspired by @sunshinerainbowsbtsâ because she is the one person who can make me cackle and leave me scandalized in the same fic. She made me laugh and now everyone has to suffer. Forgive me if the fic is bad I swear I triedâŚ
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Mr. Jeon Masterpost
Hello and welcome to my Mr. Jeon miniseries :)
⊠This series is completed
intro: your hot maths teacher has his eye on you, and you don't know any better than to let him play with you however he pleases.
description: student reader x hot maths teacher jk <3 innocent, virgin (kinda dumb) reader. jk is manipulative at times, cold, soft dom. but is it all a show?
index: âĄ= fluff, â= nsfw/18+, âž= angst
Part 1: Obedience - â
Part 2: Possession - ââž
Part 3: Jealousy - ââž
Part 4: Ecstasy - âĄââž
Part 5: Deceit - âĄâ
Part 6: Truth - âž
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paired & pierced | jjk
âď¸pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader
âď¸genre: smut, fluff, college!au
âď¸summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, youâre paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesnât fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body heâs carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.
âď¸word count: 5.3k
âď¸warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, she's tight, he's big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write
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a/n: this is a request from @screamertannie !đ im not used to writing dom/sub stuff but i tried!! paired & puppy-eyed is jungkook's povâ¨
Itâs become somewhat of a pre-class ritual for the gals to gather around your desk to discuss anything from the latest frat party hookups to guessing the lengths of your male classmates. The gossip doesnât particularly interest you, and youâve never once contributed to the cock talk. But who are you to tell them to leave you alone? If people naturally gravitate toward you, you should see it as a good thing.
âI heard that hottie Tim is single again,â Blue Hair Girl says, turning to you with the curious eyes of a true gossiper. âY/N, you were hanging out with him at that party last weekend, werenât you? Is he as big as they say?â
âDidnât see it.â And youâre glad you didnât. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt when he approached you, but he kept pulling you in for PDA conveniently when his ex was in sight. He was clearly using you for something you want no part of. In the end, you let him off easy by saying you had to leave early to feed your fish (you donât have any fucking fish).
âAw, thatâs too bad.â Blue Hair Girl and the others give you a few pouty frowns.
âYep.â Not really.
âWell, speaking of hotties, Iâve been trying to get Hoseokâs attention for a week now,â Nose Ring Girl sighs. She suddenly grasps your hands and pleads, âWait, Y/N, youâre friends with him, right? Think you can give me his number?â
You wouldnât call Hoseok a âfriendââheâs more of an acquaintance you happen to be friendly with, much like everyone sitting around you. But you do have his number. You have a lot of peopleâs numbers on your phone even though you canât match any of their names to their faces.
âHere.â You flash your phone screen with Hoseokâs contact info before Nose Ring Girl. Her eyes light up like fireworks.
âThank you so much, Y/N! Youâre the best!â she squeals.
Toward the end of class, your professor announces something that makes your stomach turn.
âThe midterm will be a partner project where you have to debug the code I assign to you and add on to it in a creative way,â she explains. âAnd because Iâm nice, Iâll let everyone choose their own partners. Please let me know who youâll be working with before taking off.â
You hate this. Youâre surprisingly okay about the debugging part because the masochist in you kind of enjoys it, but youâre not okay with the partner part. When it comes to choosing partners, it never ends well for you. Because despite how many people you surround yourself with, you always struggle to find someone who chooses you before anyone else.Â
Youâre no oneâs number one.
This time is no different. The girls who were so happy to be gossiping at your desk an hour ago are partnering up with one another on the other side of the room. Among them, Nose Ring Girl doesnât appear to have coupled up yet, so she might be your only shot. Besides, you did her a favor earlier by giving her Hoseokâs number. The least she can do is partner up with you.
âY/N, guess what?â She skips over to your desk with a big fat smile on her face. âI just texted Hoseok, and he asked to partner up with me. Itâs all thanks to you, babe!â
âOh, cool.â You try not to sound so disheartened.
She gives you a quick hug before heading back to the boy you indirectly set her up with. Youâre happy for her, but youâd be lying if you said it didnât suck. Whether intentional or not, it feels like everyone who comes near you just wants something from youâlove advice, a boyâs number, PDA to make their ex jealous, or even answers to the homeworkâwhich is fine to an extent. The problem is that people keep taking, and youâre tired of not even getting the bare minimum in return.
To top it all off, Big Tim is headed your way. Yes, you want a partner. No, itâs not going to be him. Youâll pick literally anyone else in the class over him. The question is: who else doesnât have a partner yet? People are paired up left and right.Â
Except for maybe the boy sleeping in the seat right next to you.
âJungkook,â you say in a half-hushed half-hurried voice. The boy doesnât move an inch. Maybe heâs dead.
You hop out of your chair, stand in front of his desk, and tap on the wooden surface in front of his face. Still no response.
Aware that Big Tim is inching his way closer, you crouch down to hide as if thatâll buy you more time. The boy in front of you needs to wake up right now.
You reach toward his slumped-over body and peel off his hood. Thereâs a good chance he isnât dead and just didnât hear you because he had earbuds in or something. You hope.
No earbuds. But you do find something worth notingâa trail of empty piercing holes up his earlobe. You donât know Jungkook all that well, but heâs been in a bunch of your comp sci classes and youâve never seen any piercings on him. Youâd remember something like that because youâre a huge sucker for boys covered in piercings and body art. All you remember is that heâs quiet and always gets the highest grades on exams because heâs a genius or whatever.
âHey Jungkook,â you whisper into his ear and tap one of his fingers. A sleepy eye finally peeks at you. Thank god he isnât dead. âWanna be partners?â
He sits up slowly, adjusts his glasses, and looks around the classroom before turning back to your puppy eyes. âSure, I guess.â
âGood, good,â you sing, scurrying back to your seat. Partner secured. Mission accomplished. Just in the nick of time.
âY/N, still looking for a partner?â Big Tim asks at your desk.
âIâm actually partnered up with Jungkook, sorry.â You give an apologetic smile. You really need to stop that. If you had just been brutally honest with him the other day at the party, he wouldnât be here bugging you now.
âThat kid asked you to be his partner?â He points a finger at âthat kidâ who appears to have gone back to sleep.
You nod even though you were the one who technically asked Jungkook.
âAnd you said yes?â
You nod again. Big Tim continues to stare as if heâs waiting for you to abandon Jungkook for him. Maybe if he wasnât such an asshole in the first place, you wouldn't be actively avoiding him like the plague. He had his chance.
After several awkward seconds, he finally backs off and Jungkook rises from the dead once more.
âWhy didnât you just partner up with that other guy? It sounded like he wanted to work with you,â Jungkook yawns as he fluffs his bedhead around. He looks so nice and toasty in that hoodie. No wonder why he falls asleep in class so easily.
âThatâs not what he wanted.â He wanted to use you to hurt someone else. And you donât want to be taken advantage of anymore.
âWhat about everyone else? Arenât you friends with everyone here?â Thatâs just the illusion youâve created. It feels so fake.
You shake your head. âLetâs just say, if a house were on fire and these people had a choice to save either me or one of their actual friends, Iâd burn down with the house 10/10 times.â
âAnd who would you save?â he challenges you. Thatâs an easy question.
��No one.â
âGood answer.â The edge of his lips curves upward ever so slightly. âAlright, if itâs cool with you, Iâll just do the project myself and slap your name on it. Shouldnât take me longer than an hour.â
âWait, I wanna contribute too, you know,â you argue. He might be a smartypants, but youâre not the type of person to slack off and make him do all the work. You wouldnât be surprised if other people take advantage of him on group projects like this. Maybe thatâs why he doesnât even bother with fake social interactions with peers the way you do. You admire him for that. âWe should meet up and work on it together over the weekend.â
âIâm busy,â he says. Bullshit. You can tell when people make up excuses to get out of things because youâre guilty of it too. The difference is that Jungkook doesnât sugarcoat it with coverup stories like needing to feed your nonexistent fish. Why do you find that so attractive?
âBusy with what?â You flutter your eyelashes and challenge him the way he challenged you. The fact that youâre fighting over the right to help with the project is both silly and refreshing. Usually, itâs the opposite where youâre forced to plead with your group to pull their own weight. But here you are, practically begging the boy to let you do some coding with him. Him pushing you away is a huge turn-on.
âMy newborn.â He says it with such a straight face that you take his word for it.
âYou have a child?â Your eyes sparkle. That either makes him a young single dilf or a committed family man you probably shouldnât be batting your eyes at. For everyoneâs sake, you hope itâs the former. âIf itâs easier for you and the little one, we can work at your place?â
For a long while, he just blinks at you like youâve said something horribly wrong. Oh no. Maybe heâs still with the kidâs mom and now he thinks youâre trying to invade their space and be some kind of homewrecker.
âI was just fucking with youâŚâ he admits. Why does it feel like he has secondhand embarrassment from your gullible ass? Itâs fine, though. You much prefer being gullible over the homewrecker angle. Then he inputs his number and address into your phone. âBut if it makes you feel better, come babysit my kid tomorrow.â
The next day, you wake up a little earlier, dress a little cuter, and feel a little more excited than usual. Youâre usually indifferent (if not stressed) about hangouts and parties, but Jungkook is different. Itâs fun talking to him, and you donât have to put on a fake smile around him. Heâs even got that hot grumpy boy vibe that youâre determined to win over.
After knocking on his door, you wait for a good minute but thereâs no response. Maybe heâs still asleep or butt-naked in the shower. You wouldâve messaged him that you were on the way, but you were scared he might have second thoughts and cancel the meetup altogether. Youâve lost count of how many times thatâs happened to you in your college career.
Just as you lift your fist to knock again, the door swings open. The boy who stands before you has a full sleeve of tattoos, too many piercings to count, a whole man bun, and a handsome face that looks exactly like Jeon Jungkookâs. You didnât know he had an identical twin with a totally different style. If he wore glasses with a hoodie and took the man bun and piercings out, heâd literally be your quiet neighbor from coding class. Itâs fascinating.
âIsnât it common courtesy to give someone a heads-up before showing up at their door?â he says with his phone in hand. Same grouchy attitude though. You love it.
Wait. You suddenly remember all those mysterious piercing holes you discovered on Jungkookâs ear less than 24 hours ago.
âWhy do you look like that?â You point a finger at him as if your question isnât already rude enough. Maybe you should rephrase it. âI mean, if Iâd given you a heads-up, would you have thrown on a hoodie and removed all your piercings before I got here?â
âMaybe.â He lets you into his home, but youâre more concerned about all the sick art on his arm. If he ever rolled up his sleeves in class, you know youâd be too distracted to focus on the lecture. Perhaps thatâs why he keeps it all hidden. Heâs just looking out for you and your higher education. Yeah right.
âWhy do you hide all of this at school?â Youâre sure everyone would be coming to you for his number if they knew what he was hiding up his sleeve.
âTattoos and piercings give people something to talk about,â he explains. âAnd Iâm not really a fan of compliments or small talk.â
Oh. Heâs aware of the physical and emotional impact his body art would have on anyone lucky enough to see it with their own eyes. Your poor body is already aching to see more.
âFine, I wonât talk about how pretty I think your tattoos are.â Or about how hot you find his lip piercing. Youâve always wanted to kiss someone with a lip ring. Youâre feeling pouty all of a sudden so you bring out the puppy eyes again.
He studies the way you shamelessly work your charm on him, and you wonder if he picks up on the temptation in your pupils. âIâll grant you permission to give one single compliment,â he huffs, finally giving in.
Youâre quick to wrap your eager paws around his arm and examine it like itâs your most prized possession. The problem is, he has way too many tatts and piercings to fit into a single compliment. You could write a whole essay expressing your love for each piece you see, and that doesnât even include the ones still buried beneath his clothes.
âWell? Are you gonna fangirl over my tattoos or just keep fondling my arm?â Funny how heâs acting all impatient and bothered by the âfondlingâ but doesnât shrug you off of him. In fact, he was the one who lent you his arm in the first place!
âI wish I could see all of them.â Thatâs your compliment. Because you love the lusting implications behind it.
You flick your eyes up from his arm to his face, and sure enough, heâs got his eye on you as well. Itâs almost a crime that it took this long for the two of you to come together like this. Youâve been neighbors in coding class for the past few weeks, and yet you were too busy with the popular crowd and he was too busy not giving a fuck about them. All you want to do now is make up for lost time.
The only thing that distracts you from the boy is a puffy tail minding its own business in the corner of your eye. When you look down, youâre pleasantly surprised to see the tiniest fluffball dropping a mouse toy at your feet.
âOoh kitty,â you squeal as you squat down to play with the pink-nosed darling. Itâs so tiny it fits in the palm of your hand, and its meows sound more like squeaks. âWait, is this the newborn you were talking about?â
Jungkook nods. âI found her about a week ago and sheâs been a menace ever since. Especially in the middle of the night.â
âIs that why youâve been falling asleep in class lately?â You like the thought of him scolding the kitten for zooming around at 4AM only to fall back asleep with her on his chest. Youâll take a cat dilf any day.
âYeah. But it also doesnât help that the professor never says anything important.â He picks up the mouse toy and drops it off with her stash of goodies including a pink bed, a pink blanket, and a pink bunny plushie. The kitten hops into the bed, cuddles up with her bunny, and has the boy cover her up with the blanket. What a spoiled little thing. âSo whatâs this project about again?â
âYouâd know if you were listening!â Gosh, you canât stand smart people who sleep through every lecture and still come out on top while youâre taking notes and working your ass off. You still want to fuck him though.
âIâm just fucking with you again.â He finally cracks a whole ass smile and itâs beautiful. Youâre mesmerized by it as he scoots you over to the computer in his room. âI already finished it, by the way.â
So much for fulfilling your dreams of coding with an exceptionally handsome boy. With a dramatic sigh of disappointment, you run the program on his screen.
As expected, it runs smoothly, free of any bugs. He even threw in an interactive portion with a sleeping kitty. Total cat dad vibes. Itâs great, and thereâs really no need for you to tamper with the work heâs done. But you refuse to give him the satisfaction of being the one to carry you on this project. Besides, you have an idea of how you can spice up the program and expand on the kitty part.
You spend a good amount of time going through the code line-by-line and inserting small bits here and there. Once you get to the kitty part, you add in a function to wake up the cat and have it start dancing around to a few different songs from your favorite kpop group. When itâs all set, you run it back, earn Jungkookâs stamp of approval, and submit it for your professor to grade.
âAre you sure that Jim guy wasnât trying to be your partner just to get a good grade? Nerd.â He leans on the chair over your shoulder. Youâd correct him on Big Timâs name, but youâre too focused on the way he looks at you with such gorgeous dark eyes.
âIf that were the case, he wouldâve asked for a threesome with you too, Nerd,â you fire back. This is the kind of banter that results from putting two smartasses and an immense amount of sexual tension in the same room together. You want more of it.
âNot particularly interested in a threesome with him,â he says rather casually. âDoubt you would be either, judging by that game of dodgeball you were playing yesterday.â
âWell yeah, heâs kind of an asshole.â You shudder at the thought of almost being stuck as Big Timâs partner. Itâs thanks to Jungkook that you escaped that fate.Â
âWhy do you hang out with those people anyway?â He spins your chair around to face outward and lays himself down on his bed next to the kitten who just woke up from her nap. Sheâs cleaning her paws like a good girl.
âI know I have a lot of shallow connections, but I figure if I surround myself with enough people, Iâll eventually have to run into someone I genuinely like, right?â You hop out of the chair, sit your ass on the edge of the bed, and convince yourself itâs to play with the kitty. She jumps down right away to catch a fly but you donât chase after her.
âFound anyone yet?â he asks, gazing up at the ceiling like itâs the night sky. What did you ever do to deserve seeing this handsome boy and his tattoos all laid out on the bed like this? Youâd do it a million more times.
âThere might be a boy Iâm interested in,â you hum.
âI bet itâs Jim, isnât it?â he laughs. Why is âJimâ the one name this guy knows from your class? âYou know, like a passionate love-hate type thing?â
âFuck no.â You shimmy your ass closer to him and block his scenic view of the ceiling with your face. Now itâs you heâs gazing up at. Youâre free to admire the tempting ring around his soft lip, the glimmering piercing through his brow, and all his beautiful features that have drawn you to him. You look him in the eye and lie because you know he already knows the truth. âNever mind, itâs no one.â
âReally?â All of a sudden, he pulls your body down against the mattress and climbs on top of you. One hand holds your wrists above your head while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in close but stops half a centimeter from your lips. âI was under the impression you were kind of into me.â
âWhat makes you say that?â
âYou were begging to work on this project with me yesterday, fondling my arm as soon as you got here, practically eyefucking me a minute ago,â he pauses as his hand unzips your jeans and presses into the folds between your legs. âAnd youâre pretty wet for me right now.â
You want to lunge at him and devour his lips to prove how right he is, but your arms are still being held captive. He smirks at your failed attempt to bite him. For now, you have to settle for squeezing your thighs against his hand to get the tiniest bit of stimulation.Â
âSo if itâs not me, whoâs this boy youâre interested in?â he whispers into your ear as you feel his hand slipping out from your pleasure spot. âI wonât continue until I get an answer.â
Itâd be kinda badass if you had the willpower to keep your lips sealed for at least a minute, but you give in after 0.3 seconds. You never had a fighting chance anyway. âItâs you, Jungkook.â
He smashes his lips against yours, his tongue practically down your throat when he says, âGood girl.â
The ring around his lower lip is cold to the touch, but you keep going in for more. You love the way he tastesâlike sweet alcohol that encourages you to keep indulging in the high. Heâs so addicting.
At the same time, he helps you kick off your jeans and slides his whole hand back into your panties. He swirls his fingers around, coating them in your lust before rubbing over your clit. The jolt of pleasure draws a soft moan from your mouth and gets your body nice and hot. Normally, youâd be eager to get your hands back to join in on the fun, but the boy somehow knows exactly how you like being touched and toyed with. Plus, you kinda like the idea of being so helpless beneath him.
Eventually, your panties come off, followed by your shirt and his. You get the perfect view of his full sleeve as well as the big shark tattoo on his ribs. If you werenât so horny, youâd drop everything to analyze each piece in depth. But right now, all your weak mind can handle is admiring the shark.
As soon as he lets your wrists breathe, you run your fingers along his ribs, tracing the tattoo from head to tail. The lines are so smooth and pretty. He has great taste in art and apex predators. Youâll have to ask him for the artist later so you can get yourself a baby shark at your hip.
âGot any others I should know of?â you ask with two paws ready to tear his black jeans off of him.Â
âJust one.â He presses his face into the crook of your neck and sucks hard to mark you as his. You canât wait for Big Tim to see it on Monday. âYouâre gonna have to earn it, though.â
Youâll do anything to get his pants off and find that final tattoo. You need to see his bare body in full, and you have an idea of how to earn it.
âPlease?â For the hundredth time, you bring out the puppy eyes because that might be his only weakness. His body twitches a tiny bit, but you realize you have to take it up a notch with the dilf angle. âPlease, daddy?â
The word not only makes your face hot but also taunts the bulge ready to burst out of his pants. He watches with immense focus as you unbuckle him and free his hard cock from all the fabric standing in its way.Â
You assumed you wouldâve had to search his skin for that last tattoo, but itâs staring you right in the face. A fat snake slithers along his cock, tempting you to stroke it with its seductive glare. Youâd appreciate the design more if not for the fact that snakes eat cute little lizards like salamanders and chameleons, but that doesnât mean it isnât incredibly hot.
Without thinking, you wrap both of your hands around his length the same way you had with his arm. Jungkook would probably use the term âfondlingâ again if he wasnât so entranced by your touch. If heâs like this with just your hands, you wonder how heâd fare with your whole mouth around him.
Just as you lick the drool from the corner of your lips, he lifts your chin up to meet his gaze. âIf you do good today, Iâll let you have a taste tomorrow, yeah?â
Tomorrow is too long of a wait for a starved babe like yourself, but you nod anyway because you want to be praised again.
âGood girl,â he purrs as he removes the final piece of clothing over your breasts. Then he leans back to get your whole bare body in sight. âCan you show daddy how you want to be touched?â
You start by squeezing your breasts together and working your way down to your core. Your legs spread themselves open and your fingers glide right in. One hand pumps in and out of your hole while the other strokes your clit. Youâre so wet youâd think youâd already orgasmed several times if you didnât know any better.
With shy eyes, you glance up at the boy watching your every move. This is the first time someone has ever dropped everything to watch you touch yourself. You usually just tease your clit a little if the cock inside you isnât enough, but never once has a boy given you his full attention like this. He might not take any notes in class, but heâs definitely jotting a few things down for the next time itâs his turn to play with you.
Your fingers speed up and your panting gets louder. How long is he going to make you suffer before he takes over? The one thing you need right now is for him to fuck you senseless.
But instead of getting handsy with you, he grabs his cock and forces you to watchânot that youâd look away anyway.
âDo you want this cock inside your tight little pussy?â he says rather calmly as he jerks off.
You nod as a gasp for more pleasure escapes you.
âBeg for it.â
âPlease daddy,â you whimper, giving up the last of your dignity. âI need you inside my tight little pussy.â
âSuch a good girl.â He throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes himself into you. Itâs definitely a tight fit, but your body adjusts to him accordingly. You almost lose it when you hear the way he grunts your name.Â
As he pounds in and out of you, you feel yourself getting dangerously close. âJungkook, Iâmââ
âDonât cum yet,â he warns. âNot until I say so.â
You wish youâd known he was the type to torture you for one single release. If youâd known sooner, you wouldâve tried to pace yourself. Now youâre stuck on the edge without permission to orgasm. You love it here.
In the meantime, he gives you some more sloppy kisses. His tongue doesnât have to fight for dominance over your docile one, but heâs certainly not holding back. That, in combination with the forceful thrusting down below, is your definition of the best rough sex.
At some point, the pleasure begins to melt altogether into a foggy haze of feral lust. Your moans have been reduced to a broken record machine, and your poor body is just waiting to hear the word to finally hit its high. You donât even know how much time has passed.
âYou poor thing,â he growls into your mouth. On pure instinct, you tighten around him and feel him tense up. âDo you enjoy it when I tease you like this?â
You nod without thinking too hard about it.
âThink you can go another hour?â
Hell no, but you nod anyway.
âIâm not that mean,â he chuckles as his hands slide up and down your limp legs. âBut good to know.â
He quickens the pace to build the pleasure back up with you still so tight around him. Your obnoxious moans and whimpers give porn star vibes. He better let you get your release soon if he doesnât want any complaints from his neighbors.
âPlease, Jungkook, I canâtââ you gasp, biting back the impending wave of pleasure. Your claw marks are etched into his ribs. âPlease let me cum.â
Satisfied with your begging, he nods with the cockiest smile youâve ever seen and gives you the okay. It feels like your whole body breaks into a million pieces of pure pleasure. Your back arches, your walls tighten even more around him, and your chest heaves up and down as you ride the wave out.
Not long after, he pulls out and pumps his fat cock over your breasts until theyâre covered in his lust like two glazed donuts. He admires your glossy worn-out body for a good while before tossing you a hand towel to clean up. You feel timid and small all of a sudden. What if thereâs nothing left to say after the excitement of sex has come and gone? What if he shrugs you aside like everyone else does once they get what they want from you?
âDid you really call me daddy?â He throws his pants back on and joins you back on the bed. You can tell heâs trying his best to hide a smile, but you see through him. Itâs adorable.
âI thought you were into it, no?â Your face is flushed with heat again as you slip back into your outfit.
âItâs cute coming from you, I guess,â he shrugs as if heâs not aware of how weak he is to your baby girl charm. âI was just going with it because you said it first.â
âWell if you donât like it, I wonât say it next time.â You give him a hmph for extra emphasis.
âI didnât say that,â he clarifies, almost a little too quickly. You knew it.Â
âHey, can I ask you something?â Your voice is soft.
âGo for it.â
âWhy did you invite me over even though you finished most of the project yourself?â Itâs been in the back of your mind all day, although you did shove it away during the sex.
âWell, my little demon cat kept me up all night so I thought I might as well work on it. And you were hard set on coming here, werenât you?â he says. You nod for him to continue. âBut also, I wanted you to know that thereâs at least one person in our class whoâd save you from that house on fire.â
Heâd choose you. Thatâs the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you.
âYeah, but you hate everyone else, so Iâm your only option.â Your smartass canât help but point out the flaw in his statement. If anything, itâs you challenging him one last time.
âMaybe youâre the only option that matters,â he hums to himself as if those words donât mean a thing. Who knew a grumpy boy could say such soft things? And who knew youâd fall for it?Â
If a hundred shallow friendships is what it took to bring you to this momentâthis boy on this bedâthen youâre glad you took that route. And youâre even happier that that route ends where this new one begins.
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Pairing: Idol!Kim Namjoon x reader
Summary: Namjoon hasn't spoken to you in weeks, but he doesn't think that's grounds for ending your relationship.
Warnings: Joon gets a little physical, but he'd never hurt you. Namjoon and I both love cursing a lil too much. Breaking up. Mentions of cheating (you didn't) and neglect (he did), car accident, uber driver, hospital stay, elevator conversation...lmao at this point the warnings are longer than the damn story. It's not that bad. Reader is thriving (hair flip)
Wc: 1.1k, he a smol boi, I don't usually do small drabbles like this so let me know if you liked it in the comments đ
P.s. this isnt any specific Minho, he's just a Minho but if you like, you're free to envision him as the Minho of your choosing. I don't control your mind.
A whole month had passed. Five weeks, in fact, and you hadn't seen or heard from Namjoon. Granted a whole one of those weeks had been spent in the hospital, but that clearly hadn't mattered to him. You hadn't been avoiding him. Not exactly. You'd think living in the same building would make you more likely to run into him, but it hadn't been that way even when your relationship was good. Now all it took was not actively seeking him out and you had managed to go thirty-four whole days without seeing him. When you saw the clench of his jaw, you were certain you could have gone much, much longer. You passed him and entered the building before rolling your eyes at him.
It was late and your heels on the marble floor of the lobby as you clipped your way to the elevators was the only apparent sound. A set of metal doors opened immediately to accept you, and you could only hope that he would wait for a different elevator. But then, when have things with Namjoon ever gone like you'd hoped?
The large manâhas he gotten bigger?âstepped into the car with you and all but pinned you against the wall when the doors closed. You could only stare up at him with your jaw set just as tense as his.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He growled, and not in the sexy way he sometimes did. He was fuming.
"What?"
"Don't fucking act like I didn't see what I saw!"
"What did you see?" You asked defiantly.
His hand clenched into a fist at his side as if he wanted to punch the wall beside you. "I saw you cheating on me!"
At that you could only laugh coldly. "I can't cheat on you if we aren't dating, Namjoon," you answered casually. You reached around him to hit the button for your floor because you were just sitting there at the ground floor and anyone could open it at any time, and also because you could not wait to get to your home and out of this incredibly awkward situation. However, Namjoon caught you by the wrist to stop you from calling for your floor, instead punching his number which was several floors above yours before planting himself fully in the way of the button panel. This time you let him see you roll your eyes at his childish antics.
"What do you mean we're not fucking dating?"
You crossed your arms and moved as far away from him as you could in the small space. "We broke up, Namjoon! We haven't talked in weeks! You can't possibly think that we're still together!"
He scoffed. "Just because we haven't talked in a couple weeks doesn't mean we broke up, Yn. You know I'm busy."
You wanted to ram your head against the wall. You would risk another concussion if it meant that you could get out of this conversation. "Yes, I know! You're 'too busy for this relationship'. That's why we aren't in one. It's done!" You reminded him. "And it hasn't been a couple weeks. It's been over a month."
Surprised confusion clouded his eyes. Could it really have been that long? All the days ran into one another. His circadian rhythm was shot to hell. He had been headed for the studio just now at 11:30 at night before he saw you and changed course. "We can't just be broken up because you decided. Not without talking about it," he charged.
This time you actually did hit your head against the gold panel of the elevator. "Do you even fucking hear yourself? Do you know the last time we had a conversation?"
"You can't break up with me in the middle of a comeback. It's like dumping a guy when he's away at war."
"I don't have the capacity to explain to you how wrong that is. You made a choice not to think about me. We've been broken up for over a month and you didn't even notice because that's how little you think of my when I'm not right in front of your fucking face, and it was a lot longer than that since you paid any attention to me. You said the relationship wasn't working for you with your life, and I agreed. Ergo, end of fucking relationship."
As usual, Namjoon found it easy to ignore all of your real issues and concerns in your relationship when he knew he was in the wrong. "So who the fuck is he if he's so much better than me? Huh? Where did you meet him?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but his name is Minho and he was my nurse," you said in a considerably calmer voice.
Namjoon took a second to try to process that. "What do you mean your nurse?"
You took the deepest breath you could before answering. "Do you remember the night I kept calling you and you didn't answer and you told me you didn't have time to worry about our relationship? Aka the night we broke up?" The look on his face told you he had only a vague recollection of that. Probably there were a lot of nights he felt he didn't have time for you. "Do you remember how we were supposed to go out the night before, but you didn't show up and then you didn't hear from me for twenty-four hours?" Namjoon shrugged slightly. That he did remember, at least the letting you down part. He figured your lack of communicating had been you being angry and punishing him, but by the next evening he had already forgotten. "Well, I took an uber home. We got in an accident. The seat belt broke and I was ejected from the car. I spent a week in the hospital. And it was Minho who helped fix me up. When I was discharged he asked me if he could take me out on a date and we vibed so i said yes."
Namjoon shrank a little where he stood. "Why didn't youâ" he let the foolish question die on his lips. "I'm sorry."
You shrugged. "It's done. You made it clear what you could give and it wasn't what I needed. If we could have communicated, maybe things could have been different, but that wasn't meant to be. It's better this way."
Namjoon felt defeated. He had truly liked you, imagined himself to be in love even, but he knew that he couldn't make such a claim when his actions didn't measure up. If he could go back in time, he would at least try to do things differently. But the past was passed, and so were you. The elevator dinged and the doors at his back opened. He looked at you regretfully.
"Goodnight, Namjoon. I hope everything works out for you," you said sincerely.
Namjoon nodded his head and slowly stepped off the elevator. "Take care, Yn," he said before the doors closed on you.
A/n: this came about bc beastie and I are currently obsessed with secure attachment styles and that means saying goodbye when someone says they can't give you what you need. Know your worth, honey. Also sorry for being so punchy in the notes, I've been up since 4am.
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Minsâ Mirror Shenanigans
Warnings: mirror sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise, squirting, spanking, oral sex, crying from pleasure, and creampie
You were sitting in your home office, working on some sketches for your next project when you heard the sudden sound of what you assumed to be a drill. However, it stopped almost as soon as you heard it and since you were in the zone with your work, you didnât want to get up to investigate and decided to leave it alone.Â
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pair: ceo husband!taehyung x black fem!wife
synopsis: after an amazing date with your husbands, paparazzi waits outside getting pictures of yâall walking out of the restaurant.
warning: kissing, thatâs basically it.
this is based on this tiktok, so thatâs probably why this is short :)
âDid you enjoy your time?â
Taehyung kissed you on your lips before holding your hand, you smiled brightly as you thanked him for not only the amazing dinner, but the big bouquet of roses.
âIt was amazing, to bad youâre busy tomorrow, I want to spend more time with you.â You pouted watching as he grinned at your confession, âwho said I have work tomorrow?â He raised his eyebrow, stopping in his tracks before wrapping is arms around your waist bringing you closer to him.
âYou have a meetingââ âThe meeting was postponed until next week so I get to spend time with my beautiful wife.â Kissing you again, âyou didnât..have to do that.â You said in between the kiss, you were pretty sure your lipgloss was now smudge and covering Taehyungâs lips, but he obviously didnât care. âOk babe weâre in public.â You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, you giggle seeing the crazy lust in his eyes.
âSpeaking of public, I suggest you look down at the ground when we walk out.â You resumed walking towards the exit, looking at him confused, âwhy should Iââ
âMs and Mr Kim look this way!â
oh..now you understand.
whole crowd of paparazzi gathered around the restaurant with cameras ready to take pictures. It was already too late for you to look away as you got blinded by the lights. Taking Taehyungâs advice you glanced down at the ground, unlike your husband who was used to the cameras waved.
âYou both look amazing!â
Taehyungâs secretary was quick to open the back door of the car, holding it open for the both of you to get in. After driving off Taehyung made sure you were ok and safe, âYou ok?â You smiled before nodding your head, âwords love.â âYes Iâm fine, Iâm just tired.â Nodding his head he let you take a little nap during the car ride.
next dayâŚ
âOmg babe, look at the pictures they took.â Taehyung watched as you walked into the kitchen with nothing but his shirt on. You leaned over the island table to show him. âLook at this one, I look pretty.â You showed Taehyung the picture of you looking at the camera, it was like you were in a photoshoot. Your hair, the jewelry, the nice silk black bodycon dress you wore. You were meant for the cameras.
âYou always look pretty love.â
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fifth wish
pairing: jungkook x reader
wordcount: 18k
glimpse: jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while heâs at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead?
alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind â to get rid of you.
[ angst, unrequited love (at first), emotional constipation, jk is Very Frustrating to be with, so much pining, the constant repetition of the notion that one must amount to something to be deserving of love, rlly wholesome fluff, mentions of blood n injuries, whole 360 redemption arc dw i am not evil ]
notes: iâm back :) this belongs to the take five universe (take five feat. yoongi, nine to five feat. jimin) n although itâs a completely different jungkook, itâs still on the same vein!! thank u for waiting for me <3
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)
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#jeon jungkook x reader#bts nonidol!au#bts angst#bts fluff#bts oneshots#bts bodyguard!au#bts boxer!au
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Rm Ăyn smut plss
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Swan Lake
Pairing: Dom!Namjoon x Sub/Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, established relationship
Summary: You were always wearing the shortest skirts even though it was winter. To warm you up, your boyfriend Namjoon had the good idea to fuck you on the backseats of his car.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: buff bf namjoon đ, reader calls him Namu đĽş, daddy kink (I had to, it's namjoon, come on), unprotected sex, fingering, brief handjob, size kink, praising.
He watched you feeding the white swans with a big smile on your face, throwing them handfuls of birdseed. The birds rush for the food, their beaks dipping into the water. You giggle as you observe them swimming through the lake and Namjoon can't help but find you adorable, smiling like a kid.
You had insisted on passing by a store and buying food for the swans before going home. He gave in to your whims, as always. He could never refuse anything to his girlfriend. It was a Sunday morning, so there was pretty much nobody other than you two in the park.
You were crouched down before the lake, your skirt rising slightly on your thighs as you threw the last bit of birdseed to the swans. "Oh, no! Namu, there's no more food for the swans..."
He chuckled as he approached you, handing you his hand for you to take. "That means we have to head home, now, sweetheart." You sighed and took his hand in yours, standing up. You were pouting, still looking at the birds eating the last seeds. "Don't make that face, we'll come back tomorrow if you want."
He cupped your face, bringing your lips to his. He kissed you softly and you placed your hands on his biceps, holding on his big muscles. He backed away to let the both of you breathe. "Yeah..." You quietly agreed.
"Come on." He led you to the car as the snow crunched under your shoes, snowflakes melting as they fell on your cheeks.
You were his angel, his princess who he needed to take good care of because otherwise, who else would? Quite frankly, he never thought someone like you would end up with someone like him, but here you are, being the best girlfriend in the universe.
Namjoon likes small things, it's no surprise his heart chose you.
"It's so cold!" You whined while you crossed your arms over your chest, your hands running up and down to warm you up.
"I told you, baby, skirts are not made to be worn during winter." You scoffed at him, arriving at the car. Your fuzzy socks weren't keeping you warm, but to you, fashion first and comfort second. "Why don't we heat up a bit at the back before going home, hm?" Namjoon asked and opened the driver's back door.
You raised your eyebrows at him, immediately catching the hidden meaning of his proposition. "You have weird ideas, Namu..." You snickered, entering the car as he sent you a smirk. The car was already heated up since Namjoon activated the remote start of the vehicle. He joined you inside, shutting the door. "What are we gonna do, smart man?" You teased him.
"Well, first, I'm gonna warm you up." He smiled, showing you his cute dimples. He patted his thigh, inviting you to sit on his lap. You were about to move closer when he stopped you. "You have to remove your panties, sweetheart."
You bit down on your bottom lip, questioning him with furrowed eyebrows. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, skin to skin contact is much more efficient, princess. You should know that." He looked at you seriously and you couldn't hold in your laugh. He was right, you couldn't contradict him.
"Of course, how silly am I..." You lifted up your hips from the seat and slipped your fingers under the band of your underwear, sliding them down your legs. Namjoon watched you doing it, eyes shining with desire.
You took the garment in your hand and shoved it against his chest, an amused smile crowning your lips. He happily stole it from you, tucking your panties in the back pocket of his jeans. You then straddled his lap, Namjoon's big hands settling down on your naked thighs, dangerously slipping under your skirt.
Your clit pulsated from the sexual tension between you and your boyfriend, wanting nothing more than his touch on your femininity. "I'm gonna heat you up, baby, don't worry." He sent you a grin as you felt his rough digits tickling your inner thighs. Goosebumps ran all over your skin when you looked into Namjoon's dilated pupils, his tongue darting out to moisturize his plump lips.
You moaned out as he traced his finger along your pussy lips, pulling them apart. With the wetness he collected, he gently flickered his forefinger on your bud of nerves, sending a wave of pleasure through your whole body. You slid your arms around his neck and brought his lips onto yours, giving him open-mouthed kisses. Your tongues played together, his own fighting for dominance as you gladly let him had it.
You unzipped your puffy jacket, incapable of keeping it any longer, already hot. You hurriedly removed Namjoon's coat as well, whining as his hand came back in contact with your pussy after.
This time, he pushed his middle finger inside of you, eliciting a little gasp from you. He chuckled, feeling your arousal coating his finger, dripping down on his hand. "Sweetheart can't handle one finger? You're so wet, I would've thought differently..." You clenched your pussy at his words and he totally felt it, making him grin. "I gotta work harder..." He said in a low voice, his eyes following the movements of his wrist, finger pumping in and out of you.
Namjoon placed his thumb on your clitoris, moving it in slow circular motions while his other hand palmed your ass cheek. "My God, Namjoon..." The call of his name ended in a breathy moan, your eyes fluttering shut as you threw your head back.
You could have one other finger, you were sure, but he liked teasing. A lot. He could spend hours preparing you out, giving you orgasms after orgasms because your pussy has to adjust to the size of his cock.
You began to roll your hips against his hand, riding his finger as your chest was going up and down faster. "I'm pretty sure you can add another one, Namu." You complained, moving your hips at the pace of his hand.
"Yeah?" He squeezed the flesh of your thigh, looking at you with an amused and lustful gaze. You nodded while your eyes remained close, focusing on that knot tightening in your belly. "Then ask nicely."
You frowned and pouted at his words, but you executed yourself anyway. "Please, daddy, I really need more. Want your fingers, please."
He chuckled, loving how you submitted to him so easily, how you so obediently followed his order. You were needy, always needy. He plugged a second finger into your heat, wet sounds echoing in the car as he pushed your juices around. "Mmh, yeah, you need it desperately, don't you, princess?" He said in a low voice, his plush lips staring at you viciously.
You moved up and down his digits as Namjoon formed a little hook in you, brushing right on your sensitive spot. "Yes, I do... Need daddy's fingers..." You mumbled under your breath, locking your arms around his neck tighter, your boobs squished against his firm chest.
His thumb pressed harder on your bud, moving in circles faster while he scissored your insides with his two fingers. You moaned loudly, the knot twisting and twisting til it couldn't no more. You gripped Namjoon's hair tightly and he pumped you harder, hitting your spot relentlessly.
You whined into his ear as you bucked your hips, staying still for a moment before your knot exploded and you came all over Namjoon's fingers. You rolled your hips lazily while he thrusted slowly inside of you, driving you down off your high. Your legs and arms trembled as you crashed your mouth on his, making-out with him as a way of saying thank you for the awesome orgasm he just gave you.
"Good job, baby, good job..." You hummed against his chest, cheek pressed on his pecs. He slipped out his fingers from you, his other hand soothing you by caressing your back in circles. "You must be ready now, what do you think?"
"Uh-huh..." You agreed, levelling yourself from Namjoon's body.
Your eyes travelled down to his crotch, erection trapped under many layers of clothes. You reached for his belt, passing the leather material through the metal loop. You unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, tugging down on it as he raised up his hips for you.
You sneaked a hand under his boxers and he hissed when your warm palm met his hardness. You ran your fingers slowly on his cock, biting down on your lip as you looked into his eyes. You couldn't wait longer anymore, so you lowered his briefs as well, joining his pants on his mid-thighs.
Namjoon groaned as he watched you turn around on his lap, presenting your ass to him. His big hands immediately came to knead your ass cheeks and he pushed you down toward his pulsating cock.
He guided his erection to your hole with one hand at the base, swiping his tip smoothly between your folds which made him sucked air through his teeth. He spread your cum on his shaft by pumping himself a couple of times and he noticed the impatience glinting in your eyes so he entered you carefully.
You both moaned out in unison at the intrusion of Namjoon's dick in your cunt, but he slid in so easily, nothing refraining him from penetrating you. You were holding yourself up on his muscly thighs, nails sinking into his skin as he bottomed out inside of you.
"So tight, baby... Such a great pussy, fuck." At this point, you were wondering if it wasn't just his cock that was too big for you. He gripped your hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises. "Bounce on my cock, sweetheart. You can do it."
"I can do it..." You repeated Namjoon's words, which gave you the energy to start rolling your hips on his, his manly hands still secured on you.
The car's windows were now foggy and you were very hot. Sweat was forming at the nape of your neck, making your hair all wet and sticky. You were panting heavily and so was Namjoon.
"Shit... yeah, there we go, baby." He purred, guiding your movements as his cock brushed heavenly against your sensitive walls.
You rode his cock faster, but your legs were tired. Though, you weren't going to end this because of your wobbly legs. Namjoon helped you from behind, slapping his dick in your soppy cunt when your hips bounced back down on his lap.
He smacked your ass, making the flesh jiggled as he slowly took the lead. He let you move up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin invading the binnacle, but he started to thrust into you more often.
"Mph-!" You whined as Namjoon sunk his feet into the ground, lifting his hips up to meet the mess that was your pussy repeatedly. "Ah, Joonie!" Your mouth spilled out little 'uh, uh, uh's' while he pounded into you, balls slapping against your throbbing clit.
"Yeah, I hear you, princess... It's good, isn't it?" He grunted, his eyes looking down at the way your ass bounced around each time his thighs raised up. His eyebrows were furrowed, focusing on his high, chasing it to finally get his release.
"Mhm! Really- really good..." You said between moans, contracting your walls around Namjoon's fat cock, which made him throw his head backwards. You tried to steady yourself as best as you could on his knees, but it was tricky with him slamming his erection into your wet cunt.
Your hole began to quiver, the assault of his dick making you see stars and little clouds. If someone could make you cum twice in a row, it was certainly your boyfriend and his fat dick.
Your clit was pulsating, throbbing as his tip brushed against the magic spot inside of you. Your fingers gripped harder on his knees, holding on him for dear life. "Namjoon, my clit, please..." He listened to you and shifted his hand from your hip to the sensitive bud between your legs.
He flickered it rapidly with his middle finger, pressing on it to make you reach your high. You moaned out loudly, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first one, your legs shaking as your arousal dripped down on Namjoon's dick.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The contraction of your walls around him was his last straw, shooting his cum into you. He splattered your insides white of his seeds, moaning and thrusting his dick slowly to milk himself dry.
He whimpered quietly as he rested against the leather seats of his car, his chest raising up and down. You sighed contently, moving your hips up to let his cock slide out of you. It was covered in both of your cum and the smell of sex was really strong now that you got down off your high.
You turned around again to be met with a tired Namjoon and you giggled softly. You placed shaky hands on each side of his face and he sent you a lazy smirk as you leaned down to peck his plush lips.
You traced a heart on the window beside you in the fog, little droplets of water dripping down the glass. Namjoon watched you, smiling and holding you against his chest.
It was time to get home now.
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so close - m.yg.
genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance (13.5k)
summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fic in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.
note: writing after so long felt liberating, i hope you feel through my words.
this one is dedicated to my soulmate, @hopefuldreamloveâ
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âyou know what? iâm done, iâm fucking done with your nonsense, i hope this stupid roof falls on your head!â your screams bounced off the walls loudly as you dragged your bags to the front door, you no longer recognized yourself.
when had it become this bad?
âi hope so too, at least that way i donât have to hear you scream like a banshee on drugs, just get the fuck out alreadyâ yoongi huffs as he matches your vicious tone, but his chest tugs at him, begging him to move and stop you before it was too late, before you actually left and never came back. but his pride was stronger, he wasnât going to beg you to stay, he was stubborn enough to pretend this didnât affect him at all.
you donât respond or even turn back to look at him one last time, you slam the door and trudge your luggage impatiently to the elevator.
yoongi couldnât move, he watched the front door with pursed lips, he couldnât believe that after all this time, this was how you two were going down.
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hello boyfriend | jjk
plot | You're drunk. Blaire was supposed to drive home but you want no one except your boyfriend to pick you up. The boyfriend that Blaire completely knows nothing about.
words | 2238
genres | fluff, crack, Â secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au
pairing | jungkook x reader
warnings | alcohol consumption, cursing
note |Â this one has been sitting in my docs for months now. but it's here! i missed writing for these two. let me know your thoughts! enjoy reading!
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"Wait! Wait! Wait!"
Through the ear-piercing and booming beat in the club, you managed to get the attention of your friends with your rowdy exclamation. There are only three people in your booth but because of the music, you had to speak like you are talking to a crowd. Even though you felt like everything around you was spinning, you managed to stand from the leather seat.
"What... What did you... did you just say?" your body swayed as you slurred your words.
Ella, the one who invited you tonight, repeated, stammering, "I said, being single is good, right? We're both been single for a very, very long time now. So, I guess, you'll understand."
She was a good friend of yours and Blaire, who's sitting next to you, from college. Three of you went to the same university years ago. After graduating, Ella left the country and worked abroad. Five years later, she came back and immediately set a night to meet you and Blaire to catch up personally. It took three hours of chatting, reminiscing, and drinking to get you to the state you are in now. As the one with the highest drinking tolerance and always the designated driver, Blaire stays sober. While her two other friends came up with this dumb topic.
You tried to be steady on your feet as you looked at Ella, "Tsk. Tsk. That's where you are wrong."
Blaire bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. You were never this drunk since you began working or when you were out with your other friends. However, in college, you became too drunk one time that she had to call Jennie on the phone since you want to talk to your best friend or youâll cry. But later, you became the one who will snooze off first after just a few drinks. But tonight, you were a little more talkative and vibrant than usual.
"IâŚâ you grinned widely. âhave a boyfriend," you confessed, holding your head high.
Ella being the tipsy person that she is gasped dramatically. Like, she was betrayed or something. On the other hand, Blaire just shakes her head while putting down her almost-empty bottle. She assumes that you are simply babbling nonsense. She vividly remembers you rejecting Jennyâs blind date set up like a year ago, saying that you are happy with being single.
"Okay, okay. Both of you are already drunk. Let's just leave thisâ"
"Wait! No!" you screamed, cutting off Blaire. "You don't believe me, huh?"
You squinted your eyes at her before reaching for your phone in your purse. With all the alcohol flowing in your body this night, you had the urge to prove something to your friends. You unlocked your phone after two dizzy attempts and immediately rummage through your contacts. Your eyes gleamed when you found Bamâs dad. Jungkook set it up himself out of a joke.
"I'll go to the restroom." Ella was about to leave your booth when you pulled her arm back to her seat again.
"Wait, I'll prove to you that I'm not single. Iâm seeing someone for two years now!" you persisted even though no one challenged you.
"But, I need to pee!" she whined and even stomped her heel on the ground.
You placed a finger on your lips, signaling for her to quiet down. You clicked your phone screen and it immediately began ringing. Your two friends heard it too since you put it in loudspeaker mode. Blaire leaned her back on the couch, massaging her forehead. She thought maybe you just clicked on some random contact or number on your phone. She hates to be the one to explain to your contact about your drunk action.
She can't stop herself from sighing, "Y/N, you're drunk. Letâs just goâ"
"Hey, princess."Â
"Hey, princess."
Jungkook rubs his eyes as he answered a call from you. His voice was raspier and deeper since he was just woken up from a short nap. He looked at his laptop in front of him and sees the work he left off before dozing off. He leaned his back on his swivel chair while he spotted Bam sleeping on his dog bed. Based on the noisy background from your line, it seems like you're still out. You told him earlier that you're going out with Blaire and Ella, whom he once met years ago too during college. So, he suggested having Bam in his place for the night. You said youâll go home straight to your place since Blaire would be driving. He agreed, making her promise to contact and update you.
"Hello, boyfriend!" you giggled like a kid, making him smile instantly.
He can tell that you're already intoxicated just by the way you call him with that endearment. Itâs one of those secret signs that you already have too many drinks.Â
"Hello, girlfriend.â He greeted back with the same tone you used. He cannot help but chuckle. âHow are you? Are you having fun there?"
"It's fun! It's great actually!" you chattered. "But... I miss you."
Jungkook can mentally picture you batting your eyelashes while pouting your lips from your location. He chuckled again, "Is that so?"
âYes.â you huffed. âI want to go home!â
âWell, have you told Blaire? Sheâll drive you home, right?â
It took you a long to respond. Jungkook only heard the music playing in the background and a few dialogues of you with Blaire, confusing him a little.
âI was telling you two, letâs go. Iâll drive.â He heard Blaireâs voice. Then another voice,
âOh my gosh, can I just go pee now?!â
âNo! I want my boyfriend to pick me up!â
âPrincessââ Jungkook was about to try to talk to you but somebody spoke again. You were heard whining in the background.
âHi, uhm⌠Bamâs dad.â Blaire paused as she read his contact name. âUm, youâre Y/Nâs boyfriend?â
âY-Yes.â he stuttered, suddenly feeling a weird knot in his stomach.Â
On the other hand, Blaire wanted to ask more about this unknown guy since you never mentioned dating anyone. It was suspicious how suddenly there is Bamâs Dad on your phone. She was contemplating if she should let you go home with this man as she doesnât have any idea who he is. But she tried to shake off any negative thoughts since she will probably meet him later.
âItâs Blaire, Y/Nâs friend, and assumably babysitter for tonight.â she shortly introduced herself, unaware that a close friend of hers is on the other line. âShe may be told you that I will drive them home tonight, which is what I was supposed to do now. But, your girlfriend here is being bratty andââ
âIâm not being bratty. I just miss him.â you cut your friend off with a huff.
âWhatever. Anyways, weâre in Double Aces. Can you pick her up?â Blaire exhaled. Jungkook can imagine her rolling her eyes in annoyance.Â
Although taken aback, Jungkook replied, âUh, of course. Iâll be there in twenty minutes.â
Did his voice just go deeper?! Why?Â
âGreat! Weâll be waiting outside the bar, probably in my car. I just need to get these two away from more alcohol.â Blaire hurriedly said before hanging up.
Jungkook was admittedly hesitant at first. Suddenly, it felt like he doesnât know Blaire and he has to introduce himself again. This time, as your boyfriend. He felt conscious about himself all over again. Thoughts and questions were all over his head before Bam, who woke up, snapped him out by barking. He breathed heavily.
âOkay, okay. Letâs pick up mom,â he told the dog, who followed him behind as he stood up.
Jungkook moved quickly, putting on his hoodie and picking up his keys. He opted to leave Bam since heâll probably be too excited in the car to see you, even though youâre probably intoxicated. The drive to Double Aces was only fifteen minutes. Just when he arrived in front of the said bar, he saw a familiar car in front of the club.
And there he sees Blaire had your arm linked to her as you sway back and forth. She was holding an open bottle of water,
âGeez. Just drink it.â
âOkay, okay. Come on, ladies.â
Blaire returned your phone to your hand. You gasped when you saw the call already ended, and your friend rolled her eyes. Ella just watched the interaction between you two with heavy eyes. She raised an eyebrow,
âWhat do you mean?â
âI meant, weâre leaving. Go pick up your purse, Iâm driving you back to your hotel.â Blaire replied.
âHow about me?!â you whined.
âYour boyfriend is picking you up. Heâs on his way.â
Boyfriend. Curiosity builds up in her chest as Blaire wonders who this mystery guy is. His voice seemed familiar though. But she cannot remember who she heard that voice from.
Your eyes widened in delight, âHe is?! Yay!â
After five more minutes of talking to you and Ella, Blaire managed to convince you both to leave the club. She bought two bottles of water for each of you two. Ella was soberer than you so she was easy to follow when told to get in the car. Meanwhile, you insist on waiting outside the car for your boyfriend. Blaire, who just doesnât want to argue, waited with you. She chain-linked her and your arms since you cannot really stand straight, leaning and moving back and forth. She still laughs at your unusual state.
She chirped, âHow can I let you go with this mysterious boyfriend if your state is like this?â
âWhat?â you turned your head to her, eyes getting droopy. âHeâs not mysterious.â
âI donât know who the guy is, Y/N. You literally just dropped the news like twenty minutes ago. I donât even know if I can trust him in taking you back to your home.â she replied seriously even though she was unsure you can truly understand her.
You smiled, âOh, youâll trust him. Iâm sure. You know him.â
You were totally far from being sober. You just let words run out of your mouth, not really thinking anything.
âI know him?â Blaire repeated with a mocking tone. âWell then, whatâs his name?â
âJungkook.âÂ
A second of silence. Then, Blaire rolled her eyes again.
âOh, fuck off.â
She laughed as she opened the bottle of water. Jungkook? Impossible. He is in your share friend group and if you two are dating for a couple of years now as you claimed, she would have known it by now. You were about to say more but she cuts you off while shaking her head,
âGeez. Just drink it.â
Blaire watch you guzzle the liquid before she heard a car engine near them. Thatâs when she sees a very familiar Jeep Wrangler and she knows only one person who drives around with that car. The door from the driver's side opened and as she quickly recognize who it was, she raised her eyebrows and swore it almost went past her forehead.
âWhat the fuck?â
âBabe!âÂ
You ran to Jungkook with open arms and immediately hugged him when walked in front of you and Blaire. Blaire remained wide-eyed at her spot. Jungkook tried to smile,
âHi, Blaire.â
His smile was in between forced and nervous. He had his one hand on your back since you were still hugging him while the other gave a single wave to your statued friend. He knew you can hear his heavy heartbeats with how close your ear is to his chest while Blaire stared at you two.
âYâYouâreâŚâ Blaire stutters as her index finger points between you and him.
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, âYeah⌠two years.â
You finally turned around, âSee? I told you!â
Jungkook laughed at that while the surprise still hasnât worn off Blaire. Somehow, your drunkenness calmed him down. She was about to say something when you looked at your boyfriend.
âLetâs go home. Iâm tired.â you pouted.
âOkay, princess.â
Blaire just stood there, trying to remember the times she has seen you two together alone during group hangouts. Things were starting to make sense. If you didnât run to hug her, sheâs probably still spacing out there.
âI told you, you can trust him,â you whispered before turning to your boyfriend. âBabe, say goodbye to her!â
He followed, still wearing that shy smile on his face. Blaire just broke into a smile too, giving him a pat on his arm.
âI honestly have a lot of questions right now,â she confessed.
âI know. Surprise?â Jungkook joked and they both giggled. But when it dies down, he tried to say something, âSince sheâs drunk and will likely forget tomorrow that she just revealed our relationship, I hope⌠maybe you canâŚâ
Without any more words or explanation, Blaire nods and formed a reassuring smile, âYeah, I get it. Iâm good at keeping secrets. We can talk all about this later⌠maybe when your girlfriend is sober and awake.â
She nods her chin to you. You were already resting your head on Jungkook while he holds you by the waist.
âOkay. Thank you, Blaire.â he smiled, weights lifting off his chest.
Blaire watched as Jungkook assist you in walking to his car. You were rambling about random things and he was playing along, nodding, and showing genuine reactions. She cannot help but smile at the interaction.
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the landlord - myg | m
âł summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. Â good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.
âł rating- explicit / 18+
âł word count- 4.3k
âł pairing- yoongi x reader
âł genre- smut, light crack, PWP
âł warnings- basically the plot of a porn, theres no plot, the plot doesnât make sense, seduction, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, fun laughing giggly time during sex, honestly yoongi is great and i love him, maybe exhibitionism if u squint ???, cum sharing, finger sucking, motorboating
âł a/n- did i just write basically the plotline of a bad porno? yes. Â did i love it? also yes. Â this was lowkey inspired by my own landlord coming over to my place (that i DIDNT SLEEP WITH) and i answered the door in a state of undress :/ i hate myself lol. Â anywwayyss! enjoy yoongi the landlord! Â pls feel free to interact with me because i need constant attention uwu
The inside of your apartment feels hotter than the blazing sun outside. Â Your air conditioner chose the worst week to fritz on you. A record-breaking heat wave.
Nothing helps. Â You open windows, blow fans, sit in front of your fridge, take cold showers. All just momentary bliss that ends too soon.
It finally breaks you and you muster up the courage to text your landlord, Yoongi. Â
You inhale a deep breath as you click on the name. Min Yoongi, landlord. Â Your eyes flutter shut for a moment without realizing.
Your landlord who lives in the same building as you is likely the hottest and most attractive man youâve ever met. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât have a crush on the man. Every month, paying rent was torture. You wanted to fling your legs open to him and request he takes his payment another way.
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BTS DRABBLE-OT7
It's not easy dating a member of the mafia-let alone seven of them at once. And honestly, living life constantly on edge is starting to drain you-wondering who will get hurt next, who will disappear on what mission, or god forbid won't come home at all. But, luckily, the same seven men who keep you perpetually worried, are also the same seven men who always manage to take those worries way.
Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Angst, Fluff, Bts imagines, Bts reactions, Bts scenarios, OT7, Poly!BTS, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Kim Seokjin, Min yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon jungkook, Mafia AU
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Title: Unconditionally
"You promised! You promised me you wouldn't get hurt!"
Namjoon's hands close around your upper arms, his broad chest and shoulders blocking your view of the injured man who struggles to hold himself upright between two of his brothers, his expression stern as his eyebrows draw down over dark eyes.
"(Y/N), why don't you take a walk-" He starts to say, tone low and serious, before you interrupt him with another shriek of your own.
"Take a walk? Are you serious, Namjoon?" Your words are harsh and angry as they spit past your lips, and you wrench your arms from his grasp, his fingers reluctantly peeling away from your skin as you focus back on the other men in the room with a dagger laced glare. "I can't just pretend this didn't happen! Look at Jungkook!"
You wave a fierce hand in the direction of said boy, growing paler by the moment, slouched between Yoongi and Hoseok, dark crimson dotting the edge of his rib cage through the fine, white material of his dress shirt.
You feel the anger start to fade, and the bitter feeling of tears begin to choke your throat as Jungkook manages a weak smile in your direction.
"Really, noona. I'm fine. It's just a-" He stops to take in a hissing breath, as the older men holding him up jostle him slightly while readjusting his weight. "It's just a scratch." He finishes lamely, voice nothing more than a whisper now.
Namjoon glances over his shoulder to Jungkook, and seeing the state he's in, gives a curt nod to the older men. "Get him outta here. The doctor's waiting for you."
You resist the urge to reach out and touch Jungkook gently as the men half carry, half drag his weakened body past you and out the door of the study, but only because you're worried about hurting him.
Yoongi-Jungkook's left arm slung around his shoulders-grunts with the effort of carrying the heavy boy, eyes dark, and barely gives you a nod as they pass you, while Hoseok-glancing across Jungkook's body to you-manages half of his normally bright smile, as if to reassure you, before they disappear from the room.
There is silence in the room, the only sound the departing footsteps, and then Jin, leaning against Namjoon's large, wooden desk on the other side of the room, lets out a heavy sigh and reaches up to push long fingers through tangled brown hair as he glances at the leader, still standing in front of you.
"Namjoon, I'm sorry. When we heard Jungkook was in trouble we tried to get back to his position as quickly as we could-" Jin's words drop off, and he glances at the other two men still left in the room, silently watching their leader with guarded expressions.
Namjoon takes in a sharp breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, stepping away from you to cross the room and stand behind his desk, palms planted flat on the oak in front of him, as he stares down at nothing, before he says firmly, "We'll discuss what went wrong tomorrow. For now-" He glances up, and the dark, warning hint of his eyes has you feeling like he's sucked the breath from your lungs. "Get out. I have some phone calls to make."
The remaining men all nod and bow their heads respectfully, Jin ghosting past you with a brief hand on your shoulder, before he leaves the study.
Taehyung and Jimin appear on either side of you, and though Jimin's large, dark eyes hold a hint of worry to them, he offers you the start of a soft smile, before his fingers close around your wrist and pull you toward the exit.
"Come on, baby girl. Let's leave Namjoon alone for now."
You allow him to pull you from the study and into the dim quiet of the hallway-darkened by the night outside-before you can manage to take a breath and feel like you are no longer drowning.
Well, not as much as before.
Taehyung's long arm slips around your waist, and a look of surprise flashes across his handsome features, as he pulls both you-and consequently Jimin-to a stop in the hall.
"You're trembling, sweetheart." He cocks his head, expression grave, eyes dark and unreadable. "Did seeing Jungkookie really get you that worked up?"
"Of course it did." You snap back, trying to soften your tone slightly, as you bite your lip and think over your next words carefully, Jimin's fingers still looped around your wrist, Taehyung's arm idly hanging from your waist. "You promised me that none of you would get hurt."
Jimin's eyes are soft as he pulls you to him and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. "We tried, baby girl. We really did." You feel his gaze drift to that of Taehyung's over the top of your head, and you can feel the worry tense his body once more as he admits, "Kookie was just in the wrong place at the wrong time this go around."
The reminder of Jungkook-shirt crimson with blood, wide doe eyes narrowed with pain, lips sucked between his teeth-sends your body into another shivering fit, muscles tense and aching from the emotional trembling.
Jimin, still standing close to you, must feel the sudden violent shaking of your body where it comes into contact with your own, because his fingers tighten around your wrist and when you look up at him, his normally full lips are pressed into a thin line of worry.
Taehyung reads the two of you like an open book.
"C'mon, sweetheart." He says gently as he starts to pull you down the hallway once more. "Let's get you into bed."
******
You disappear beneath the covers, and you don't come back out.
You cannot see Jungkook-he's still with the doctor and apparently resting-and the thought of doing anything other than burrowing beneath your blankets sounds mentally and emotionally exhausting when you can think of nothing but holding back your tears while you worry for the youngest boy.
It's dark now-the deeper dark of the middle of the night-and you can tell by the soft glow outside the blankets that someone has turned on the lamps in your room.
The men have tried to leave you alone, but you know they've been flitting in and out of the room silently, checking on you periodically as they too wait and worry in silence.
"She's really upset, hyung."
Your ears perk as you hear Jimin's voice from just the other side of your cracked door, followed by a heavy sigh, and then Namjoon's deeper tone responding quietly.
"Has she eaten anything?"
You can almost imagine Jimin shaking his head. "No. She won't talk to any of us." There is a pause, and then, "What do we do?"
You pull the blanket to your chest as you wait for Namjoon's reply, and you can picture the way his brow furrows in thought when he's thinking over his words carefully. Finally he states firmly, seriously, "Get Yoongi-hyung."
There is no more conversation as the sound of footsteps fade down the hallway, and you are left alone once more, and once more, as soon as you know they no longer watch over you, your muscles-of their own accord-begin to tremble.
You reach up and swipe at your eyes with the backs of your hands as the hot tears press more insistently, breath coming in panicked, emotional gasps, filling up the cocoon you have made beneath the blankets with hot, moist air.
You feel like you're suffocating, and not because of the heavy layer of blankets over your head.
The door creaks and the pad of heavy footsteps sound, coming in a pointed direction toward the bed, and then the corner of the blanket lifts, just enough for you to get a brief glimpse of the lamplight, before the glow is swallowed up in the mass of a dark body sliding beneath the sheets beside you.
"You need to eat, you know." Yoongi mumbles gruffly as he pulls the blanket over his head, successfully trapping the two of you once more in the cave you have created.
You can barely make out the almond shape of his dark eyes and the line of the bandanna pushing back his bangs in the dim, warm atmosphere of the blanket cocoon, before he slides closer to you and pulls you against his chest, arms encircling your frame.
Instantly, the smell of his cologne in your nose makes you feel a little less crazy than you had a few moments before.
But the tears are still pooling at the corners of your eyes, and the damn trembling in your body still persists, even as you bury your face into the strong planes of Yoongi's chest.
"I can't." You whisper back, and your words choke in your throat, as if they're stuck there, held back by clogged tears. You shake your head against him. "I'm too worried."
"About Jungkook?" Yoongi asks, and when you nod, he scoffs, but in a gentle, nonjudgmental way. A way that is just purely Yoongi. "He'll be fine. He's young, unlike most of us, and his body can take a beating. This is nothing. You'll see."
His words trigger the waterfall you have been holding back and suddenly, your chest is tight, as tears cascade down your face, dampening the material of Yoongi's shirtfront.
"You promised me." You cry out, fingers twisting into his shirt, as you bite down hard on your bottom lip and taste copper, trying to quell the shaking of your body, which is now verging on violent. "You promised me that none of you would get hurt. I can't, Yoongi. I can't lose any of you." Your breath is coming in hard gasps, and you feel like you're drowning again. The thought of losing them-any of them-is like a hot knife in the middle of your chest. "I don't want to live without any of you."
Yoongi's long fingers splay out across your back, as he tucks you beneath his chin, the length of his body curled to yours, and the warmth and solidity of his muscles against your own seems to calm the trembling-if just a bit.
"Hey, baby, stop, okay?" He murmurs out, breath warm as it washes across the top of your head, lips a cool contrast as they press to the edge of your forehead. "Stop."
One of his hands comes up to the back of your head, pressing your cheek more firmly against his chest, moving evenly with his breaths, before he asks softly, "Can you hear my heartbeat?"
You force yourself to take a couple of calming breaths and listen, and the sound of his heartbeat-loud and steady and rhythmic-beneath your ear, has your own heart calming slightly as you nod against him.
Yoongi's chin rests on the top of your head, as you listen to his heart, and the shivering subsides even more, the tears drying on your cheeks. "Good. Just focus on that." His long fingers move to stroke down your back, over and over, in a comforting pattern.
Your eyes grow heavy as you realize you cannot do anything for Jungkook now. Maybe, if you sleep, they will let you see him first thing in the morning.
And so, listening to the steady pound of Yoongi's heart, you allow yourself to give into the darkness of sleep.
*******
When you wake up the next morning, Yoongi is no longer beside you, but Hoseok is sitting in the armchair beside your bed, reading something that looks eerily similar to a Jane Austen novel.
"Good morning, sunshine!" He greets when he sees you awake, setting aside his book to jump up and give you one of his radiant smiles. You note, briefly, that his hair is tousled as if he-unlike you-didn't sleep the night before.
"Hobi." You breathe out, sitting up so suddenly your head spins, the blankets still clutched to your chest. "Can I-"
"Yes. You can see Jungkookie." He grins, finishing your sentence, eyes bright, as if he knew what you'd want to ask as soon as your eyes opened. "Namjoon's with him now."
You are out of the bed before your feet can catch up with what your brain is doing, and Hoseok catches you as you almost stumble into him.
"Okay, okay. Slow down there. Jungkook isn't going anywhere." He laughs, and takes you by the arm, dragging you from the room behind him, and even though his words state patience, the way his body bounces as he walks indicates he's just as excited as you are.
The walk down the hallway and up the stairs to the back of the house-and consequently Jungkook's room-seems to take an eternity.
Hoseok opens the door after a soft knock, and you instantly feel the breath whoosh back into your lungs, a sigh of relief leaving your lips, as you see Jungkook sitting up-propped among pillows-in the middle of the large bed.
He's still pale, but he's alive.
"Dammit, Jungkook." You exclaim breathily, unable to breathe properly with the weight of relief that is now sitting heavily on your chest as you rush toward him and take his face in your hands, inspecting him sternly. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I'm fine, noona." The younger boy manages a weak chuckle, as you continue to keep his face firmly between your palms, not wiling to let go of him, the feeling of warmth, breathing flesh making up for the agonizing twenty four hours of uncertainty before.
Jungkook grimaces slightly as your fingers dig a little bit too deep into his skin. "Really." He reaches up to pry your hands from his cheeks, lacing your fingers between his own, as you finally let yourself sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle him. He tilts his head and his large doe eyes crinkle as he smiles at you. "I'm sorry I worried you. The hyungs said you were pretty upset."
"Upset is an understatement." You chide back, your fingers stroking across the smooth skin that covers his knuckles, as you glance over to Hoseok, who stands beside Namjoon's tall frame silhouetted by the window. You direct your gaze back to Jungkook, and your face softens slightly, as you free a hand to reach up and push long dark curls back from his forehead. "The thought of losing you-any of you-is enough to turn me into someone insane."
Jungkook leans into your touch, like a cat looking for affection, and manages another smile in your direction, though his big eyes have gone more serious and less jovial now. "I know, (Y/N). I'm really sorry."
"Jungkookie." Hoseok breaks the silent tension between the two of you with a bright smile that rivals sunshine as he plops down in the chair beside the bed and you wonder briefly, how many times the boys switched their vigil over their wounded brother last night. "What do you wanna eat? I'll have the kitchen make you anything you want. On the house." He winks at the younger man playfully.
You stand, as the two men begin discussing their breakfast orders, and wander to the large window to stand beside Namjoon, who has been silent since you entered, eyes brooding as he stares out at the length of garden and courtyards below you framed by the glass.
It is a rainy and gloomy sort of morning, the sky blocked out with plump, gray clouds, the window pane streaked and distorted with patterns of cold water, and your warm breath fogs the glass as you sigh, the outside world reflecting the somber feeling that has blanketed the house ever since last night.
Your eyes are drawn to Namjoon as he makes a subtle movement in the edge of your vision, reaching up to rub at one of his shoulders with idle, distracted fingers, as he continues to stare down at the courtyard in deep, solemn thought.
You remember that one. You remember it clearly. And even now, it sends a cold shiver down your spine to bring back the memory.
The mission that had gone wrong, the frantic, unhinged, uncharacteristic panic of the other six men as they had dragged their unconscious leader-bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound to the shoulder-into the foyer, dripping with rain and defeat.
The way Jungkook had cried as you'd held him and the other boys close as the doctor whisked away the still barely breathing Namjoon, the way the crimson streak of fresh blood had looked so stark and bright against the black and white tiles at your feet, the absolute cold feeling of terror settling into the pit of your stomach as trembling had overcome your body.
No, that time-and all the other times-would never go away. Ever. The memories were here to stay.
Without thinking, you reach out and place your hand over Namjoon's fingers where they still massage the sore tissue beneath his shirt, and he startles slightly, as if just now realizing you're standing beside him, as you jerk him abruptly from his thoughts.
He glances down at your fingers covering his own. "It still aches when it rains." He offers quietly, as if this is an explanation, and because you know him, it is.
"I know." You say simply, as you move to wrap your arms around his narrow waist and rest your chin on one of his broad, firm shoulders, following his distant gaze back out to the rain chilled landscape before you.
And you do know, because you know all of them-inside and out. Absolutely, incredibly, deeply.
And in just the same way, they all know you. Completely, essentially, openly.
And you wouldn't change it. Not any of it.
Because the same seven men who make you go feral with worry-day and night-are also the only seven men who can soothe those fears beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Wholly, unconditionally, perfectly.
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SUNDRESS! âKIM NAMJOON ŕż
â PROMPT: in which joon fucks you in your brand new sundress because to him, the only thing better than you⌠is you in a sundress practically begging for him.
â PAIRING: namjoon x f!reader
â GENRE: established relationship, smut (minors dni)
â WORD COUNT: 2.45k
â WARNINGS: daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie (yum), heavy praise, body worship, big!dick joon, size kink, reader is HORNY AF
â A.NOTE: HI!!! so if u saw the first version, im so sorry LOL⌠im not good at using this app đ but here it is (again), if you cant see some of the words, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!
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namjoon loves dresses. itâs not just any dress that he loves, though, but sundresses. specifically, sundresses on you. the ones that are tight around your chest with its fabric digging into the flesh of your soft breasts. the ones that are flowy at the end and show him your cute panties every time you spin a little too fast or you bend over to pick something up. the ones that he wants to rip off your body, to watch your tits spill and your face turn beet red.
he keeps his admiration subtle, though. he is a gentleman after all.
with his subtlety, you never realize how hard joon gets when he sees you in a sundress. he ogles you with wide eyes every time your head is turned and sometimes he tries to look under your dress to see your panty-clad pussy. one time in particular, he took a peek and saw your bare cunt and had to excuse himself because he thought he was going to explode if he was within 5 feet of you. youâre just so oblivious, though.
but today, you peek your head around the corner in your brand new dress to see your handsome boyfriend reading a book on the couch, hair messy yet still undeniably perfect. you feel giddy, your stomach fluttering and panties dampening just at the sight of him.
âpsst!â you whisper trying to catch his attention, but he seems to be deeply invested in his book so you call for him instead. âjoonie!â you say in a hushed whisper.
a smile creeps onto his face and he hums, eyes still following the words in his novel. âneed somethinâ baby?â
you come from behind the corner, standing in front of him, bottom lip lodged between your teeth as you wait for him to look at you. âdo you like it?â you ask meekly with doe eyes ready to bore into his.
when namjoon looks up, he doesnât expect to see you standing in front of him, tits pushed up unable to breathe with the confining fabric of your brand new sundress. he notices how the dress stops midthigh and how it's tight around your waist and how fucking perfect you look. he imagines how much more perfect you would look with the dress pushed up and his cock pounding you into the couch, but he has to refrain before he cums in his sweats.
you take his silence as an act of disapproval and feel your mood falter. he soon realizes he still hasnât said anything till he hears your voice, its tone being a stark contrast from a few seconds prior. âi guess you donât like it⌠i think i can still return it,â you trail off, lips etched into a deep pout as your eyes fall to the plain white socks on your feet.
he quickly snaps his head up from your body to look up at you, âuh-uh, look at me, baby,â he says, watching your eyes move up to look at him. he takes ahold of your hands, intertwining his fingers into yours, âyou look fuckinâ gorgeous, angel⌠you just caught me off guard, thatâs all,â he reassures. âso pretty for meâŚâ he mumbles, eyes raking over your body all over again.
you squeeze your thighs together as his words and deep gaze shoot straight to your core making you let out a shaky exhale, âall for youâŚâ you reiterate like itâs a statement, which in this case, it is. itâs the cold hard truth because thereâs no one else that makes you feel the way that kim namjoon does.
he feels his cock twitch in his sweats and notices the way you shift your weight. his eyes darken, pulling you closer to him, âpromise?â he murmurs, looking up at you.
you feel the dull ache from earlier in the pit of your stomach growing stronger. you need to feel him. you take a chance, straddling his lap, blushing softly when you feel his large bulge digging into your soaked, bare pussy. âpromise, âm all yours, daddyâŚâ
namjoon swears he could cum in this instance. the feeling of his babyâs slutty pussy dripping all over his grey sweats? heâs in heaven and heâll have to remember to thank the gods for this later. his mouth opens to say something about your lack of underwear and the taboo nickname, but heâs interrupted by a strangled groan when you start grinding into him.
you gasp, dreamily, getting even wetter at the feeling of his cock growing harder against your cunt. âdaddy,â you whimper. âfuck, mâ so wet, you make me so wet,â you ramble rutting against him at a desperate pace.
fuck it, joon thinks to himself. he groans, moving his hands to your waist to guide you, âyeah, baby? daddyâs got you all messed up down here?â he asks, eyeing how the wet spot on his crotch begins to grow with your arousal.
you nod, eyes sealed shut with your head filling with pleasure.
âyouâve got me all messed up, too,â he hums with a smirk, âevery fuckinâ time you put on a dress, i just wanna rip it off you and fuck you so bad,â he admits mindlessly, gripping your waist even harder. âyouâre always so pretty, angel, my pretty fuckinâ girl,â
you moan at the thought of all the times you had unconsciously teased him with your little dresses. your stomach flips at his words once again, âfuck me,â you whine, opening your eyes again. you rest your forehead against his, breath fanning against his face as you whisper, âwant you to fuck me, joon, wanâ your cock in meâ need you in me,â
before he gives his brain a chance to short circuit, he flips you over into the couch at the speed of lightning. his hands move to your tits, roughly pulling the fabric down watching them pop out. he moans softly, taking a second to admire how beautiful they are before he places open-mouthed kisses over them. his mouth quickly catches one of your nipples, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud, biting and sucking as if he were a starved man. he hears your whimpers and repeats his actions with the other, moving his hand to massage your tit.
you arch your back and cry loudly when he bites your nipple a little too hard, âhngh!â he releases, apologizing for his eagerness with gentle eyes. you pout at how much wetter youâve gotten since his attack on your breasts. âwanâ it now, please!â
namjoon nods fervently, âanything you want, pretty girl,â he mumbles, leaning in to kiss your lips with passion and genuine love, yet itâs sloppyâ teeth clashing and tongues tangling with one another. you moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck before he pulls away a minute later, a string of spit leaving you tethered to one another for a moment longer.
he pulls his ruined sweats down far enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his clothed abdomen. staring at how hard he is, you realize you can only ever think about how huge his cock is. and how gorgeous it is with its prominent veins and blushy tip that leaks the sweetest of precum. and how he always fucks you so good with itâ how he fucks you till youâre wrecked. nothing but a beautiful, babbling mess of cum, drool and sweat, but you both fucking love it.
your pussy clenches over nothing, the sight of his cock being too hot to handle. you feel your arousal drip down your ass, soaking the dress and probably even the cushion of the couch. neither of you could care less when youâre starving for each other.
namjoon wraps his hand around his throbbing member, stroking up and down, âyou want it, baby?â you nod, spreading your legs to put your pussy on display for him. he sucks his teeth, shaking his head at your lack of response, âyou gotta tell me how bad you want it,â
you huff flipping your dress up and pulling your knees to your chest and you notice his eyes zero in on your sopping cunt and your desperate hole thatâs literally aching to be stuffed. âoh, please!â you cry, eyes welling with tears of need. âwanâ it bad, you always fuck me so good, so so good! wanâ your big cock in me, daddy, promise i can take it,â
he sucks in a sharp breath, dick twitching and on the verge of cumming everywhere, but he loses it when he hears those words tumble out of your mouth oh-so needily.
âplease, i wanna feel all your cum inside me!â
he grunts, aligning his cock with your drooling hole before slowly inching in. he can barely hear your mewling with the ringing sound in his ear being so loud. the way your sticky walls invite him in and wrap around him so tightly has him seeing red. namjoon drowns in pride knowing he molded your pussy to the shape of his cock and his only.
immediately, you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back to push him into you further, but to also hold you steady.
âfuck!â he grunts, throwing his head back as he bottoms out. âthis pussy was fuckinâ made for me, ainât that right, beautiful?â he looks down at you to see your eyes screwed shut and your mouth wide open, yet you still nod your head feverishly. âall mine, yeah?â
âyours, always yours,â you cry, still nodding your head.
he hums in delight before inching out of your tight grip and slamming back in making you scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, holding his body close while he pushes the dress up, having the soft, cotton fabric bunch up all together under your tits.
you cry softly and tilt your head back when you feel the head of cock brush against your sweet spot. you pant out a soft, âr-right there,â with your eyes threatening to roll back.
you feel him push you deeper into the couch, his mind lost in pleasure with how your face is scrunched up in pleasure and your high pitched moans filling the once quiet living room. his length glides in and out of your ruined cunt, his skin slapping against yoursâ another delectable sound he canât help but love.
âpretty fuckinâ baby,â he grunts, hand sliding over your abdomen and pushing down softly. the pressure of his hand makes your back arch into him. âcan you feel me here?â
you gasp, breathing labored, âhah! yes! sâ deep, daddy, soso big,â you whine, clenching tightly around him.
you swear you see the light with his words and the way his cock keeps bumping your cervix, but his splayed hand slides down and his thumb finds your hardened clit and rubs sweet circles into you.
âj-joon!â you squeal, the action sending lightning cracks through your body. âmâ gonnaâ hah! gonna cum!â you feel a knot in your stomach tightening as your impending orgasm approaches quickly.
he revels in how your cunt clamps tightly around him, sucking him in even more. âsoak my fuckinâ cock then, baby, you can do it,â he mutters, his thumb on your swollen bud working faster. âmake me proud,â
a mantra of his name leaves your mouth as you cream his cock, just as he asked you to do. your eyes definitely roll back this time as you let out a loud moan and your pussy grips him like a vice. the knot unravels at your disposal with the help of his words and your need to please him. your back arches even more and tears of pleasure slip from your eyes.
he canât even help but moan, leaning in to kiss your lips roughly. the way his cock twitches uncontrollably inside of you signals heâs close, like watching you cum made him even harder, so he pounds into you even more. the head of his cock consistently kissing your sweet spot with every impressive stroke. the sound of your arousal soaked skin connecting and disconnecting at a rapid speed mixing with your muffled, joint moans.
âsâ too much!â you cry once he breaks this kiss again.
namjoon nods knowingly, âi know, baby,â he grunts. âsuch good girl for me, fuck, mâ almost there,â he mumbles against your lips. âtake it for me, i know you can,â
you nod obediently, your overstimulated cunt weakly clamps around him again at the praise.âc-cum inside,â you whine.
he groans again, louder this time, âgonna fill my pretty girlâs filthy cunt full of my cum, thatâs what you want?â he asks, words slurring a bit as his head spins. âyou wanna leak my cum, baby?â
your brainâs gone haywire with his vulgar words and ruthless pace, yet you still find the sanity to reply with your own slurred words, âpleaseeee, daddy, pretty please!â
he lets out a cracked moan, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his hips stutter till his body stills at the hilt. he moans again, louder this time when his hot load spills, painting your battered walls white. he nearly collapses on you, your name slipping out if his mouth in shuddered breaths as he comes down from his euphoric high.
you both spend a few minutes basking in the warmth of each other, soft sighs and moans exiting your lips and his, too. he soon wordlessly pulls out, shushing you sweetly when you whine at the sudden emptiness. his eyes look down at the mess you two had created, cursing in his mind as he watches his cum flood out of you. he fights the urge to shove it all back inside of you for âsafekeeping,â but ultimately decides against it for both of your sakes.
instead, he pulls his sweats back up and runs to grab wet cloth to clean you up with.
when he comes back, you look at him with glazed over eyes and a lopsided smile. he smiles at you, eyes crinkling. he cleans you up, murmuring soft praises and placing tiny kisses over you.
âdid so well for me, love,â he whispers once heâs done, pulling the culprit dress down and covering you up again. he peppers your face with kisses and words of affirmation.
you hum, basking in the afterglow, âso⌠i guess you donât want me to return the dress?â itâs a joke, but seeing namjoon back away from your face and his lips pressed into a straight line only makes you giggle.
âyouâre keeping it⌠in fact, letâs go buy you a hundred more, yeah?â
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â the one where the cat is actually yours, but yoongi somehow worms his way into the family.
âł alternatively what yoongi wants, yoongi gets!
âł genre friends 2 lovers / fluff
âł warnings f!reader / idol!yoongi / yoongi calls you an idiot once but itâs idiot (affectionate) / the beginning of tow!yoongi x reader đ / @yoongiphoria i gave in and wrote the damned cat drabble đ
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âthe world thinks heâs mine, you know.â
unfortunately for you, min yoongiâs statement rings entirely true. the world thinks that your cat â your cat, you repeat â belongs to him. when in actual fact, woojoo, in all his midnight-fur glory, belongs to you and you alone.
âwell, heâs not yours,â you counter immediately, folding your arms as you finish drying the last dish. âheâs mine.â
yoongi glances up from where heâs crouched on the kitchen floor, petting your cat. a smirk tugs at his lips. âtell that to the rest of the world.â
âfuck the rest of the world,â you retort, throwing the dishcloth down on the countertop. âheâs mine! i feed him, i clothe him â â
âcats donât wear clothes, idiot.â
you ignore yoongiâs astute interruption. â â i bathe him, i gave him a home! And what did you do? What, you come over to play with him every few weeks?â
âi come over to see you,â he corrects, standing up. âwoojoo is just a bonus.â
âexactly!â you point at him triumphantly. âthis is why youâll never be a cat dad. and youâll never be woojooâs cat dad, with priorities like that.â
yoongi steps closer to you â too close. âwhat if,â he begins, and then he stops. swallows thickly and looks away.Â
unconsciously, you lower your voice, trying to tear your eyes away from the line of his jaw, the smoothness of his cheeks, the way a strand of dark hair falls over his eye. âwhat if what?â
his eyes flicker back to yours. ânothing,â he says finally.
âbullshit. say it, you know i hate it when people stop halfway through a sentence!â
he breathes a puff of air out through his lips, a light scoff. âi know.â
âso?â
thereâs something heavy in the room, you can feel it. something, at the back of your mind, pushes forward, and you shove it backward, trying to focus on him. yoongi closes his eyes. takes a breath. âwhat if i wanted to be?â
at your nonplussed expression, he continues. âyou know. woojooâs cat dad.â
you frown. âyou canât just take my cat just because yâ â
âthatâs not what i mean,â he cuts in, brown eyes searching your own. he reaches a hand up to gently skim your cheek, and automatically you lean into his touch, cheek embracing the warmth of his hand. his touch is so gentle â delicate, and his head moves forward, eyes meeting yours to ask a question. whatever he reads in your eyes must give him an answer, because heâs swooping in low to take your lips between his, gently, gently, gently, and â noses brushing, eyelids fluttering shut, breaths mingled â the two of you sink into a kiss that seems to shut out the rest of the world.Â
until woojoo gets his own ideas â one second, yoongiâs tongue is sliding into your mouth, and the next, a heavy weight is between your feet, purring loudly. the two of you break apart, eyes falling first to woojoo and then, tentatively, to each other.Â
yoongiâs flushed. his cheeks are tinted with rose, and if you werenât equally heated, youâd be laughing at the supposedly unflappable min yoongi â one kiss is all it takes for him to unravel. thereâs a moment of awkward, frozen silence between the two of you, before you both start laughing, looking away shyly; yoongiâs rubbing the back of his neck, and youâre tugging at the hem of your t-shirt.
âthat was â that was something.â yoongi speaks first. you donât have any words. all you can think is kiss me harder, kiss me again, please donât stop, ever. just kiss me again.
instead, you gulp down your yearning thoughts. âbeing a cat parent comes with responsibilities, you know.â
mingled relief and amusement shine in his eyes. âi know.â
âyou canât leave him alone for too long. heâll get lonely.â
âi wonât.â
âand he doesnât like the cheap pet food. he only like the very best.â
âiâll get him whatever he wants. him and his mother both.â
heat rises to your cheeks. âthen i think â i think you could be a good cat dad.â
his hands are sliding round to your hips. âoh yeah?â he says, teasing smirk on his face as he pulls you a little closer.
âyeah. but youâll probably need some training.â
âwell, youâll help me with that, wonât you?âÂ
you try to look away, but itâs impossible to ignore his teasing gaze. âsure,â you say, attempting to be nonchalant. âbesides,â you add, glancing downwards towards your legs. âi think he approves.â because woojoo is between the both of you, nosing at your fluffy house slippers, with his tail wrapped around yoongiâs legs. and heâs purring.
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