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“This side of Namjoon—the sleepy, affectionate, utterly unguarded side—is something you never get tired of. When he’s awake and alert, he’s sharp, quick-witted, always thinking. But here, wrapped around you, he’s soft. Mellow. Like warm honey dripping off the edge of a spoon”

“im married and in love”

😭😭😭😭 like seriously i’m melting inside. desire to be with him is making my head hurt. can’t stop thinking about our wedding vows 😭

Slow Mornings

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Namjoon is hopelessly in love with his wife, and mornings like this—warm, slow, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Namjoon x black!reader (married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.1k

Warnings! FLUFF! nothing but pure fluff here, established relationship, husband!Namjoon, suggestive touching, mentions of nudity, sensual language, married domestic bliss

There is a warm, heavy weight on your thigh that can only mean one thing—Namjoon has thrown a leg over you in his sleep again.

It’s a familiar feeling by now, his long limbs sprawled across yours like he’s subconsciously trying to keep you from slipping away. His body is warm, and solid, the faint rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back as he breathes in deep, still lost in sleep.

The room is quiet, save for the occasional snore that leaves his lips and the distant hum of the world waking up outside. Sunlight filters through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets, across his skin. It’s a beautiful sight, almost breathtakingly so.

Your eyes flutter open, vision still soft around the edges, and you let yourself just… exist in it for a moment. Let yourself feel the way his presence settles over you like a second blanket—heavy, grounding, familiar. Safe.

His hand is somewhere near your ribs, palm spread, fingers twitching lightly like he’s chasing something in a dream. You breathe in the scent of him—faint cologne clinging to his skin, something warm and musky and distinctly him—and smile sleepily into the pillow.

You try to shift just enough to stretch your legs, but his arm tightens immediately, anchoring you back down like he knows.

He stirs, frowning as he rolls over and reaches for you, searching for the comforting pressure of your body against his. A sleepy hum rumbles from his throat, low and husky, as he nuzzles closer. His hand slides over your hip and around your waist, pulling you close until your entire length is pressed to his, and there’s something so easy, so natural about the way you fit together.

He makes a soft sound of approval, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before his lips find their way to your jaw.

“Hmm,” you hum, rolling your head to the side to give him better access, letting him nuzzle and kiss his way down your neck, over your pulse point and lower, until his lips are grazing your shoulder.

“Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. His lips brush against your skin, the lightest, laziest touch.

You smile, eyes still half-shut. “Mm. Barely.”

Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh and presses another kiss to your shoulder. “You’re warm,” he says, voice muffled. “I wanna stay like this forever.” His voice is so deep, he's practically purring in your ear, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Me too,” you whisper, hand reaching behind to run over his thigh. “You’re like a sexy, clingy heater.”

“Sexy, clingy heater,” he repeats with a chuckle, voice rough. “Can I put that in my bio?”

You laugh quietly, body relaxing fully into his. “Only if you put ‘sleep cuddler of the year’ under your accolades.”

He grins against your skin, and then he’s moving—slow and lazy, but intentional. His hand slips lower, palm splayed flat against your stomach. He kisses your neck again, slower this time, lips parting just enough to let his breath trail over your skin before his tongue brushes lightly against the dip of your collarbone.

Your breath catches, feeling it poke you through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Joon…”

“Mm?” he answers, innocent, though his hand is already trailing lower.

“You were snoring two minutes ago.”

“You're warm,” he says again, like that explains everything. “And always soft in the morning. So soft. Can’t help it.”

You roll to face him, shifting until your thigh slots between his, ignoring the small groan that escapes him. His buzzcut is the first thing you see—dark, neat, and low against the light—and you reach up, fingers gliding gently over it. He closes his eyes at the touch, visibly melting into it.

“Still obsessed with it?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “Can’t stop touching it. Your head feels like a peach.”

He opens his eyes with a smirk. “I thought it was a kiwi last week.”

You grin. “That too. Depends on the day.”

Namjoon leans in and kisses you—soft, then deeper. His lips taste like morning and sleep, a little dry but familiar, like a song you never forget the words to. He kisses you slow, and you melt in the intimacy of being this close. This loved by him.

Your fingers dig into his skin, nails scratching him a little. His thumb strokes beneath the curve of your breast and you shiver, just a little, heart thudding under your ribs. You sigh into his mouth, and he swallows the sound like it’s the only thing he wants to live on today.

He kisses down again, over your chest, then lower, murmuring against your skin, “How is it possible you get softer every day?”

“You say that like I’m dough,” you whisper, laughing breathlessly.

He glances up. “You’re better than dough. You’re… you’re like a warm croissant. Flaky and golden and buttery—”

“Okay, stop,” you giggle, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to make me laugh while you’re feeling me up.”

Namjoon bites back a grin, dimples flashing as he brushes a kiss between your breasts. “Fine. No more breakfast metaphors.”

The heat between you simmers, rising like slow waves. There’s no rush. Just soft touches and deeper kisses and a sense of being wrapped in something sacred.

It’s moments like this that remind you how much you love mornings with him. The way he clings to you, half-asleep and needy like he doesn’t know how to exist without touching you. The way his fingers trace lazy patterns against your skin, his body relaxed, vulnerable, safe.

He pulls back just enough to whisper “You feel so good,” against your skin, voice low, raspy.

You hum in response, letting your hand slide over his, fingers intertwining. “So do you.”

Namjoon sighs again, content, pressing his face into the crook of your neck to press a soft kiss. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“We don’t have to,” you tell him, looking down at him through your lashes. He looks good like this, slow and sleepy, like he belongs in this bed, in this moment, with you.

A lazy grin tugs at his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

A warmth that has nothing to do with body heat spreads through your chest.

This side of Namjoon—the sleepy, affectionate, utterly unguarded side—is something you never get tired of. When he’s awake and alert, he’s sharp, quick-witted, always thinking. But here, wrapped around you, he’s soft. Mellow. Like warm honey dripping off the edge of a spoon.

Then, without warning, he flips you onto your back with zero effort, his arm slipping under your waist as he settles half on top of you. You smile up at him as your body immediately molds to his, the way it always does. His weight is solid, grounding. Familiar.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough and deep.

“Hi.”

He lifts a hand, his wedding band catching the light—just for a second—fingers brushing against your cheek, brushing against your braids. His thumb strokes just below your eye, tracing the softness of your skin. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you—like you’re something rare, something to be studied and memorized.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask, voice quieter now.

Namjoon exhales a little laugh. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” His hand slides down to your jaw, tilting your face up slightly. “And because I can.”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he kisses you again, slow and lingering—like he has all the time in the world to savor you. And maybe he does. The kiss is lazy, deepening only when you sigh against his mouth, your fingers curling into the sheets.

His hand slides down, tracing the curve of your waist before settling on your hip. His grip is firm but not demanding, his thumb stroking absent-minded circles into your skin. He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Can we stay like this all day?”

“As tempting as that sounds, you have things to do,” you remind him, even though you don’t really want to be the voice of reason.

Namjoon groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “Don’t care.” His lips graze your collarbone, slow and lazy. “Cancel my schedule. We can just stay in bed all day and cuddle.” His lips move over your shoulder and back up to your jaw. “We can make out all day if you want.”

“I'd like that,” you admit, laughing. His kisses leave a tingling sensation against your skin, and you don’t even hesitate when he pulls you closer.

He makes another sound, humming deep in his throat as his lips find their way back to yours. He’s the first one to break the kiss this time, and he pulls back with a soft whine that makes you chuckle against his mouth.

“You're gonna be late.” you tease him, voice breathy. You press your lips to the edge of his jaw, nibbling gently on the skin, loving the way his eyes fall shut at the sensation, brows furrowing slightly.

“Fuck that,” Namjoon says. His hands slide down your thighs, lifting your legs over his hips. His fingers are warm as they knead the skin of your thighs, making you shiver against him.

You're the one to finally pull away, though it takes everything in you to do it. You press one last kiss to his lips, then his cheek, then that warm patch just beneath his jaw that always makes him hum.

“I should go start breakfast,” you whisper, dragging the sheets down as you sit up, legs stretching out into the early sunlight.

The cool air hits your bare skin, goosebumps rising instantly. You feel Namjoon’s gaze on you before you even glance back—and sure enough, when you do, he’s already propped on one elbow, eyes tracing every curve like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I was gonna make you breakfast,” he says, voice still gravelly from sleep.

You snort. “Baby, no you weren’t.”

“Yes I was.”

“No you weren’t,” you say again, laughing now as you stand and reach for your robe at the foot of the bed. “You can’t cook, Joon.”

“Technically, I can cook,” he says, watching you move across the room like he’s in a trance. “I just don’t… thrive.”

“You set off the smoke alarm making toast.”

“It was complex toast!” he argues, flopping back on the bed with a groan. “There were layers.”

You give him a look as you slip into the robe, tying it loosely at your waist. “There were burnt crumbs all over the kitchen.”

He grins, big and unbothered, arms behind his head like he’s proud of himself. “Still ate it.”

“Yeah, and I had to pretend I liked it.”

Namjoon watches you from under the tousled mess of sheets, all bare skin and warm morning light. “I don’t care what anyone says. I make amazing cereal.”

“Oh, wow. You’re so talented,” you tease, walking toward the bed to grab your phone off the nightstand. Just as you lean over, reaching for it, there’s a sharp smack against your bare ass—loud, unapologetic, echoing off the bedroom walls.

You yelp, startled, and whip around, phone still in hand. “Namjoon!”

He’s grinning already, no shame whatsoever, dimples deep and smug. “What?” he says, eyes hooded and voice thick with sleep. “Just admiring the view. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You rub the spot he slapped, half-laughing, half-scandalized. “You're lucky I love you.”

Namjoon props himself up on his elbows, completely unbothered, eyes trailing after you like you’re the last good thing left on earth. “God, look at you,” he murmurs, still sounding a little dazed. “How are you real?”

You roll your eyes, “You say that like I didn’t drool on your arm last night.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He shifts onto his back, arms folded under his head like he’s admiring the ceiling but really, he’s watching your robe-clad figure. “You could roll outta bed with your bonnet half-off and toothpaste on your chin and I’d still be in love with you.”

You shake your head, cheeks warm. “You’re just horny.”

“I’m married and in love,” he corrects, that crooked smile pulling at his lips. “Horny is just a bonus.”

You shoot him a warning look as you pad toward the door. “Behave.”

“Never,” he calls after you.

You disappear down the hall to the kitchen, the soft shuffle of your slippers fading, but he doesn’t stop watching until you’re completely out of view. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow, that smile still tugging at his mouth, a little dazed, a little gone.

— Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

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please just let him have some 👏😭

THE JEONS | smut drabble 2

Needy 🔞

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

chapter contents: smut, but its mostly humour lmao. m!masturbation, jk jerks off in a bathroom stall, NEEDY jungkook, f!masturbation. phone sex kinda, reader CANNOT take jk seriously, dirty talk, angry jk, but they dont fuck (SORRYYY), grinding, kissing, featuring jks iconic “ were not done yet, understood ?” IYKYK. hana cockblocks in the end </3

• a/n: i tried to combine fluff and smut but uts literally just humour 😭😭 anyways, enjoy!

• taglist: @jenniebyrubies @lovingkoalaface @iamstilljk @elinaki92 @rpwprpwprpwprw @mafersame @parkinglot-nights @reallygenerouskoala @mimi1097 @aznstoner @jungshaking @pinkpunkdynamite (cmnt to be added)

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It starts with Hana. Like most things in your life do. She’s all cuddled up against you, soft and warm, blinking up at you with those big, sleepy eyes that look way too much like Jungkook’s.

And she’s stalling. So hard.

Her tiny fingers play with the ends of your shirt, fidgeting, wiggling around under the blankets, and then— “Mama.”

It’s so sweet, so sleepy, and you already know what’s coming next. “Where Dada?”

You sigh. “Baby, if you sleep, he’ll come home faster.”

And Hana just gasps. Like that’s the best news she’s ever heard. She nods, fast and eager, and then she flops onto her pillow, eyes squeezing shut dramatically, so determined.

You roll your eyes. Of course she listens when it’s about him.

You wait a few minutes, stroking her hair, letting her little breaths even out, and once she’s fully asleep—

Your phone.

Blaring. From the bedroom.

You don’t even need to check it to know who it is.

Jungkook’s out with his friends tonight—even though he didn’t want to go, even though he would’ve much rather stayed home with his two princesses—you forced him out so you could actually get some stuff done. Because, let’s be honest—

When Jungkook’s around, you never get shit done. So you take your time. You clean up Hana’s room a little, gather the mess of toys and books scattered around, and then finally—

Finally, you step into your bedroom. Your phone is still buzzing. He’s been calling for ten minutes straight. You sigh, snatch it up, answer without thinking—

“What?” There’s a beat of silence. Then—

“Wow, baby. What was that? You don’t love me anymore?”

You snort. “Not if you’re spam calling me while I’m trying to put your daughter to sleep.”

Jungkook grins on the other end of the line. You just know he does.

“Damn, that’s crazy,” he says, all cocky, all teasing. “I could’ve sworn you were obsessed with me.”

“I was.”

“Past tense?”

“Mhmm.”

He gasps. You laugh. “Why are you even calling? Is something wrong?”

“No.” And then—

It sounds echoey. You frown. “Wait—why does it sound like that? Where are you?”

A pause. Then— “The bathroom.”

You blink. “Jungkook.”

“Baby.”

“Why?” Another pause.

And then, all low and whiny and so fucking needy— “Because I need you.”

Oh.

You’re laughing at him. Like, full-on laughing. “Seriously? It’s been, like, three hours, Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” he whines, “and it’s been a whole day since I was inside of you.”

You gasp. “Jungkook—!”

“What?” he says, shameless, as if that wasn’t the most insane thing to just say out loud. And then, as if that makes it any better—

“There’s no one else in here.”

You scoff. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s one of those bathrooms where it’s, like, a singular room—just a toilet and a sink.”

“Damn,” you mutter, “Sounds fancy, and you’re there without me?”

Jungkook groans. “Baby, I’ll take you here—tomorrow, next week, whenever you want, just please help me right now.”

You roll your eyes. “And what do you get to deserve it? Why can’t you just come home?”

“Baby, please.” He sounds so desperate.

And you? You just giggle. Because this is hilarious. Then, Your phone buzzes with a picture. From him.

And when you open it— You lose it. Because it’s so bad. He’s sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, palm gripping his bulge through his jeans.

And— It’s hot…until.

You notice his double chin.

And the way he’s breathing into the mic, trying so hard to sound sexy— But it’s just so stupid.

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god—”

“Baby, please,” Jungkook groans, “I don’t have time—”

“I’m sorry—” you wheeze, “but this—this picture is so stupid—”

“Baby—“

“If someone walks in—!”

“Baby, stop laughing—please.”

And he just sounds so done. So miserable. So unbelievably desperate. And it just makes it funnier.

Then— Jungkook turns on FaceTime.

His face pops up on the screen, glowing with desperation. “Let me see you.”

You roll your eyes. “Jungkook—”

“Baby, please.”

You sigh dramatically, but whatever. You tilt the camera up, showing him your face—completely unimpressed.

And then—

You notice something. The phone’s moving. Jungkook groans. “Baby—”

You squint. “Are you—?”

“Baby, just—” His head tips back. His voice is wrecked. “Show me something.”

You giggle. Because this is so bad.

“You are so desperate,” you tease. Jungkook just whines. And then—

You hum, pretending to think about it. And then you say, “Fine.”

His eyes light up. You pull your top off. Then tilt the camera down to your chest. Even give it a little wiggle. And—

He groans. Then— The screen jerks. And suddenly— It goes black.

He dropped the phone. You lose it. “Jungkook—!”

You are cackling. Like, wheezing. Like, this is actually the funniest thing that has ever happened.

Then, the screen flips back. And—Oh. Jungkook’s got his cock out now.

And it’s— It’s actually kinda hot.

Until.

He throws his head back. Hitting it against the wall with a loud BANG. You flinch. Because you hear it. A loud ass thud. “Ah—fuck—!”

Jungkook groans in pain.

And you instantly pull the camera back up to your face. Because oh my god. “Baby—” You are trying so hard not to laugh. “Please just come home—”

You lose it again. Because this is actually the stupidest shit ever. Jungkook’s still at it.

His fist is tight around his cock, stroking himself slow and teasing, showing you everything through the screen.

You, on the other hand— Are laughing. Like, full-on giggling at him. Because this is so ridiculous. And Jungkook? He is not amused.

“Baby,” he groans, sounding wrecked. “You know I love your face and all, but if you want me to hurry up—” his hand moves faster—“show me something more.”

You gasp. Dramatically “Wow. Am I not pretty enough for you?”

Jungkook lets out the loudest whine. “Baby, please—” His fist bangs against the stall wall. And you? You wheeze.

“Okay, okay, fine.” You lift your hips—wiggle out of your shorts.

And then you tilt the camera down, showing him everything. You’re still giggling as you drop the phone lower, letting him see your whole body while your hand glides down—

And Jungkook?

Oh, he is gone.

“Yeah—” he pants, completely feral. “Yeah, just like that. Come on, baby—” his voice deepens—“put them in.”

You snort. Because he is trying so hard to be sexy. But you are not taking this seriously. Like, at all.

Because you are still giggling.

And Jungkook? He doesn’t even notice.

Your face is out of frame, and he is so deep in his own world—just stroking himself faster, panting out these breathy, desperate moans, trying his hardest to talk dirty. And you are just, trying so hard not to cackle. Until, your phone slips. Flops right out of your hands. Lands face-down on the bed.

And you? You lose it.

Like, full-on, dying of laughter. Because, this is so fucking funny. But Jungkook? He just growls.

“That’s it.”

And then the call ends.

You blink. And then, a text. From him.

Jungkook [5:48PM]: You better be fucking ready.

Jungkook [5:48PM]: You better pray Hana wakes up before I get home.

Your eyes widen.

Oh. Oh shit.

It takes him twenty minutes. Before you hear the front door slamming open. Followed by hurried footsteps. And then—

Your bedroom door bursts open.

And there he is.

Jungkook. Looking furious. Still rock-hard in his jeans. And you?

You immediately roll onto your side and pretend to be asleep. Because why not piss him off more? But Jungkook is not having it.

“Oh, fuck, babe—” he groans, falling to his knees beside the bed. “Please wake up, please, please—”

He sounds so desperate. And you try to keep a straight face. But eventually, you let out a dramatic sigh and roll over to face him, blinking sleepily. “God, you got here so fast.”

Jungkook’s panting. He grips the mattress like a lifeline, hovering over you, eyes dark with frustration. “What did your friends say?” you ask.

And he—“I don’t care—” he grits out—“I didn’t say bye, I don’t give a fuck about them—”

You blink. Deadpan. “I can’t believe you did that.”

Jungkook glares. And then he pounces.

“Did that? I’m doing it—” he growls, “You thought we were done right?” pushing you back onto the bed. “Were not done.”

Your eyes widen.

“I said i’m not done. Understood?”

Before you can say anything, his mouth crashes onto yours—his hands everywhere, his body grinding against you. It’s heated, needy, so rushed—

Until—

“WAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

Both of you freeze.

Jungkook’s entire body goes stiff. And then— He shouts.

“FUCK!”

You wheeze. Because—

This is the funniest day of your life. And Jungkook?Jungkook collapses on top of you, groaning into the mattress.

“I hate this house.”

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 2 days ago

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my moodboards collection 🌟

kim taehyung

jeon jungkook

kim namjoon

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 2 days ago

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i love when he hugs like this… that’s a good embrace

send this to people without context and they'll ask you what k-drama this is

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 2 days ago

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that means that i have to start a list with yoongi too? 🤓he doesn’t let me sleep at night, i swear!!!!

this story is so good and it’s only one chapter so far, but there’s this sexy messy sweaty sex, a lot of love and angst embodied by a passionate writing style! that’s how i describe it.

@writesvani you must have typed this with your eyebrows scrunched and a very concentrated face, fingers are on fire 🔥

can’t wait for more!!! tag me please please please? 🙏🏻

yo, guys check this out 🫶🏻

say you remember | 01

idol!minyoongi x writer!reader

SUMMARY: You don’t expect much when your eyes meet his across the café-bar—just a fleeting glance, a moment that should mean nothing. But then there’s another look. And another. Before you know it, you’re tangled up in something that isn’t love, isn’t commitment—just an escape wrapped in late-night encounters and whispered goodbyes.

It’s fine. Until it isn’t.

When feelings start creeping in, you both decide to walk away before things get too complicated. It should have ended there. But fate has other plans. When your friend starts dating Jungkook—his best friend, his bandmate—you find yourself face to face with Yoongi once again.

The past lingers between you, heavy and unresolved. The question is—was it ever really over?

strangers-to-fwb-to-strangers-to-lovers

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dry humping, making out, oral (m. receiving), jerking off, spanking (one time), dick rubbing on oc's face (whoopsie daisy), deep throating, dick spanking on oc's tongue (i'm not sorry, okay?), fingering, painfully angsty love-making, the angstiest smut you're gonna read, finger sucking, dirty talking (brief), usage of nicknames (baby mostly), angst, mutually established parting, feelings (a lot of them, okay?)

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— next chapter (pending...)

wc: 3,2k // date: 1st of April 2025

CHAPTER ONE — no room for love; happy reading my gummies...

AN: okay, everyone, let’s all collectively GASP because i’m starting a fic with SMUT. i know. i’m just as shocked as you are. but would i be me if i didn’t also make this as devastatingly painful as humanly possible? absolutely not. i hope you get the vibes—this isn’t just about them fucking, okay?? i was focusing on emotions here. the depth. the yearning. the angst. UGH. i genuinely can’t with myself. do y’all like this or what??

now, about the note goal… i have no idea how to set it since this is the first chapter, but since the masterlist has 300 notes, let’s roll with that. 300 notes, and we’re diving straight into chapter two. no delays. no mercy. no survivors.

love you all. MUAHAHAHA (yes, i am laughing evilly. be afraid.)

There’s an eerie kind of quiet that surrounds Yoongi and you.

It’s bound to be comforting—bound to let you interlock each other in a net you can’t fathom to escape from. It’s bound to be a lot of things, but, unfortunately, those things have to stay silent.

Quiet.

Just like the hum of the air spreading around your bodies. It’s raining outside, you notice. You’ve always liked rain—whether it's the scent of trampled, wet grass, or even the husk of the wind during storms, you were always particular about the rain.

About the wind.

About the storm.

But now, the weather pangs on your uneasiness even more. It makes you shift on the couch, Yoongi’s couch, as you try to move your body in a comfortable position—as if this would diffuse the eventual outcome.

Difuse the fact you’re about to lose Yoongi.

For good.

His eyes trace your body, from the top of your head, the nape of your neck, to the swell of something utterly and unmistakingly you.

You don’t know what’s this supposed to be, but you are sure it isn’t this.

It isn’t supposed to be the fact that his eyes speak with your soul in ways others' can’t with their words.

It isn’t supposed to be the fact that his touch ignites every single part of you on fire.

Isn’t supposed to be the fact you feel more comfortable in his arms then in your own home.

Isn’t supposed to be the fact that you’re horribly, inevitably, desperately in love with Min Yoongi.

Isn’t supposed to be the fact that he loves you more than music. That you love him more than the words you write.

Yoongi’s gaze settles on your eyes. He feels like he’s drowning. Like he can’t escape. And he doesn’t want to.

But he has to.

It should have been only an arrangement, set by certain rules—one of which the loudest is ‘no feelings’. But bloody hell, fuck you if the feelings were even slightly possible to run away from. There was no way to hide from each other—not when you could read every shift, every movement, every damn word that left each other’s lips. Not when you are so imperfectly made for each other that it seems impossible to protect yourselves from whatever this is—whatever type of pain this is going to bring.

There’s a quiet hustle of his body as he moves quietly through the night, through his room, through your heart. He sits beside you.

For a moment that feels eternity too long, Yoongi just watches you. He was always the one to watch—watch you write, watch you edit, watch you go through the whole publishing process not once, but twice.

He was always the one to hold out a hand of comfort when things got too heavy, too overbearing—just like he does now. His fingers trace the warmth of your skin, doing a small lazy dance across the back of your wrist. You gulp. It should bring you peace, it really should, but this feeling of dread in the depths of your stomach only worsens.

Only grows.

Because this is the last time.

It has to be.

People like him and you aren’t cut out for love—there’s something else that’s bestowed upon you. A life of creation, a path made of art. It’s a lifestyle you’re both thrown into—him being the main rapper and producer of the worldwide biggest sensation band, and you, although being a bit more in the shadows, still a very respected and very much known author.

Yet, for all of your poetic misery and his genius mind, you never knew you’d fall in love, but that’s the grave you have to lay in now.

Your breath hitches when his hand goes higher, moves through the delicacy of your hand to your shoulder. His touch grows a little more erratic, maybe even shakey, if you think more about it.

It grows bolder, until it reaches your neck and rests on the back of it. His fingers stay there, toy with the little hairs, twisting them slowly in the way it tickles.

“Fucking hell,” he sighs, bringing his forehead to gently bump against yours. You stay like that—silent and locked away from the rest of the world.

Skin against skin, eyes closed, basking in each other’s warmth.

Then, something shifts, his fingers twitch. He frantically grabs the back of your head and he crashes his lips on yours. His lips feel a little dry, but there’s still that softness in them—the one that screams Yoongi.

His mouth is firstly gentle on yours, like he’s savouring every bit of this very ending of yours. It's tentative, the way he kisses.

Painfully slow.

Simply painful.

Your heart squeezes. You feel a tear roll down your face, but you choose to ignore it. You grab his cheeks with urgency, trying to bring him unbelievably closer than he already is. His other hand trails to your waist, grabs it so hard it’s probably going to leave an imprint there—an imprint of him.

And then, finally, torturously slow, he spreads your lips with his tongue. He rolls inside your mouth as if it’s his second nature—which it probably is, considering how much time he spent exploring it. You moan against his lips, roll your tongue against his. It’s a clash of two desperate souls desperate for each other. This kiss is everything but gentle now. He’s molding your lips against his with such fervour you can’t but let out a needy whine. His tongue plays with the hem of your own, prods, takes, gives, touches the inside of your cheeks, the warmth of your mouth.

“Mmh, shit,” he lets out a groan, breathless, as he lifts you on top of him. Your hands immediately move towards his hair—one of his weak spots. You grab his hair in a fist, so his head tilts back. His eyes stay closed, lips parted as you trail butterfly light kisses against his jawline. His hips jerk against you, dick trailing a line against your clothed pussy.

A breathy shudder leaves him as his hands find their way towards your ass. He grabs it wildly—like a prisoner who’s getting his last dish served.

And maybe he is just that.

He kneads at the flesh of your ass, gropes it, moves his other hand to your boobs, cries out on your tongue. Your lips part to let your tongue do its job—you lick a trail down his jawline to his neck, touching, teasing, exploring. You sit down on him completely. Your pussy rests against the growing hardness underneath you, a long string of saliva connecting you to his neck. For a second, you’re both breathless.

His hands are still on your ass, yours are still in his hair.

He cocks his head as if he’s challenging you.

And then—all hell breaks loose.

You move slowly at first. You grind down on his dick as if you’re taking your sweet time, which, damn be you, you are. A moan escapes you as you watch Yoongi’s eyes darken. They dart out to where you’re both connected to, his tongue peaks out to wet his now swollen, reddish lips. You move again, this time harder, roll your hips against his as your left hand runs to rest on his shoulder—searching for an anchor.

You roll against him again, you feel the pang of heat spreading through your body down to your pussy lips as you’re grinding into him, your eyebrows furrow.

It’s urgent.

You’re moving against him as if you have a point to prove—you probably do.

Is anyone going to be this fucking perfect for him?

It’s the thought that passes both of you.

Your voice vibrates against the walls of his apartment. Yoongi’s panting, sweat coating his forehead as his hand moves through the air to leave a spank on your ass.

“You like this?” He grows impatient, hands steading himself to roll you against him in a pace that won’t leave him this tortured, this fucked out. You moan in response, feeling yourself growing bolder, more insane on him.

“Knew you do,” he mumbles, his lips crashing on yours, “Mmh—always—such a… a needy little thing for me.” Your hips, knees, heart buckle under his words, a loud moan escaping you. “Yeeeah, just for,” you pant, heartbeat panging against your ribcage as Yoongi’s tongue traces against your cheek, licking the sweat off of you. Your throat pulses underneath the swell of his tongue. “Just for you,” you sigh, chasing after his lips.

Your teeth crash again, he grazes your bottom lip and tugs it gently, parting it from you. You open your eyes to see him already looking at you, half lidded, completely fucked out, as his teeth hold your lip.

Shit, it makes something awaken inside you. He feels it too. He takes off your shirt, tugs your bra now to free your tits. He doesn’t waste any time, just takes your nipple with the wetness of his mouth as his tongue rolls against it. Your pussy moves on instinct, chasing, clamping against his clothed dick, as you feverishly cry out.

Foreplay is good, okay?

Foreplay is amazing.

But all you want right now is Yoongi, his tongue on you, his dick inside of you. This is too little. You need more. You crave more. “Want you,” you plead, “Fuuck baby, please, want you so bad.” “Patience, sweetheart.” His lips part from your tits with a soft pop, eyes find your lost ones.

“Can’t be patient,” you murmur, your fingers already playing with the button of his jeans, and Jesus, if this doesn’t take Yoongi out, nothing will.

He needs to make this longer—to have you against him longer, but you’re already making it too difficult. He can’t form a coherent thought, he can only oblige to you unraveling him. You unbutton his jeans, jump off of him to tug them down.

And then you sink to your knees.

Above you, Yoongi looks like a devil in an angel's disguise. His lips are bloody red, eyelashes fluttering, cheeks pinky as he looks at you. But his eyes—they’re pitch black as he stares you down. You point a finger at him, motioning at his shirt. “Take it off.”

He listens.

Of fucking course he does.

His shirt is already forgotten, tossed somewhere behind his couch, left collecting dust. He is lean, broad, tummy soft and you’re already foaming just taking in his figure. His skin gleams with sweat, droplets of it falling down his chest, coiling his stomach. His breaths come ragged, as your lips press against his briefs.

You take in the breath he’s holding, as you lick a long stripe over his dick. He feels your mouth over his boxers and Yoongi swears he’s going to lose it. “Shiiit.” It comes out deranged, his words barely a mumble as he hoists his hips up to ease the ache forming in his balls.

You part your mouth, take him still clothed in your mouth.

His eyes roll back as a string of courses leaves him, hands clamping down on the sofa to steady himself.

And then finally, you take his boxers off.

His dick rolls out and saliva streams down your chin. Pink, with a vein decorating it, slightly curved to the left, it welcomes you, already swollen and begging for more.

And who are you to deny?

You leave kisses and licks against his length, trailing lower to his balls—his Achile’s foot. Yoongi whines, desperate as you take his balls in your mouth, swirl your tongue against them, and soon your hand joins the play, trailing against his begging cock. “Just like that,” he praises, as he watches you with such gentle eyes that almost remind you how this has to be the last time.

You lick a long strip from his balls to the tip of his cock, until you finally take him in. You start out slow, tongue flattening out to welcome him in and he moans devilishly, eyes cast down to look at how his dick meets your lips. You hollow your cheeks to take him deeper—can feel every vein of his, every curve and shift of Yoongi.

You press your thumb in the depth of your palm—a life hack you’ve seen somewhere that helps with deep throating and boy, does it really.

It eases down on your gag reflex so you can grasp him fully now, and when his tip finally reaches the back of your throat, Yoongi loses it completely.

His hand finds his way to your hair to shove you even further down his cock and small tears glisten on your cheeks as your saliva drips down him, mascara ruined, nose watery. You move your right hand to fiddle with his balls and Yoongi whines, whispers under his breath, “You’re insane.”

Wetness coils your panties and you think of how ruined they must be right now, how wanting they are of him. How badly you crave him right now. He fucks into your mouth like a ragged animal, hips lifting to clash against your throat, and then by your surprise, he lifts your head.

He takes his cock into his other hand and you already know what he wants.

You flatten your tongue as you watch him spank his dick against it and you give him a little smile he swears it’s going to drive him nuts. “Spit on it,” he says and oh boy you do. He takes his dick and smears it around your face, your cheeks, forehead, nose. “You—ahh, you love it so much,” he curses as he watches you look so horribly ruined.

It’s messy.

Disgusting.

So fucking amazing.

“C’mere,” he whines and you move on instinct as he pushes you to lay on his sofa. Yoongi kisses you and he can taste himself on your lips, on your tongue.

His fingers trail a path down your tummy to your leggings and as much as he’d like to torture you some more, he feels like he might die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

So, he yanks your leggings off.

His fingers cast along your hip bone until they finally come to a rest where you need him most. He finds your clit instantly—Yoongi has studied your body so many times he knows it like the back of his hand.

He rolls it with his thumb as he lays his lips against yours. You’re whining and pleading against him and you feel like you can’t take it anymore. He circles your clit, as he shoves fingers of his other hand between your walls. You’re so fucking wet it physically pains you. His hand is wild inside you, searching, looking for something.

And then he finds it—a little numb of nerves inside you, and he presses against it. “Yoongi,” you gasp as he tortures you with kisses down your neck, one hand inside you, another toying with your clit. You feel it bubbling, growing, clashing, until you can’t control it anymore.

You’re gasping and shaking, crying out his name like a prayer until you feel yourself clasp around his fingers. Your breaths are uneven, pornographically dirty, pupils blown wide as you stare at him.

“Wanna lick you,” he whispers as he starts moving down your body, but your hands yank him by his hair to stop him.

“Want you to fuck me already.”

“Gonna fuck you with my tongue first.”

“Please—ugh. Yoon,” you moan as he bites the soft flesh of your tummy, “Just fuck me.”

You don’t know why you’re denying both him and you the pleasure of having him between your legs.

Maybe it’s the fact that you need him so much.

Maybe because you’re so desperately trying to convince yourself that he can do it next time.

Maybe because the intimacy of having his mouth on your sex is going to wreck you forever.

Yoongi looks at you through his bangs and he feels his heart ache for this.

For you.

For the rawness of this moment.

He stills for a second, fingers twitching on your body, like he doesn’t know what to do. “Okay,” he whispers softly, bringing his head up again.

His thumb, the one that’s previously been on your clit now rests on your mouth.

And you it him in.

Your tongue swirls around it as you hollow your cheeks, face wet with a simple need—him. Yoongi is a goner the second his dick touches your pussy lips. He doesn’t know where to look first—at the sight of him connecting with you or the way you’re sucking his fingers just like you sucked his soul just mere minutes ago.

He goes in slowly.

Face falls in the crook of your neck, where he leaves small open mouthed kisses. For a second you both stay like that—him inside you, his finger in your mouth, his head on your neck.

And then he moves.

The room is bruised by the sounds of skin slapping, his grunts, your whines. His pace becomes erratic, uneven as he pounds into you, his teeth crashing against yours. It’s dirty—the way his tongue explores your mouth, the way he sucks your lips, the way his dick pulses inside of you.

You’re feverish and hot and you can feel yourself clamming down on him, trapping him inside yourself. Your nails dig against the silkiness of his back, creating patterns that are going to last there—on him, for days.

What you don't know is that you have already created a pattern that's going to stay inside of him for years.

Yoongi and you are usually more talkative during sex—this moment though, feels too sacred, too pure to be tainted with any words. You feel like your heart might explode every second now, but you’re far too gone to care.

You feel another orgasm approaching when he puts his fingers on your clit, when he fucks you like you’re the only thing he’s ever going to need.

So you let yourself go.

You let yourself cum on his dick, on his fingers, whole body vibrating against his. You know he’s nearing his end as well, but you’re so sensitive. “Fuck baby, gonna—ugh, gonna cum,” he pants, through his kisses, like doesn’t want to spend a moment not kissing you,

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please,” you whine, “cum inside.”

So he does.

Of course he does.

His imagination goes wild just by your words and he can’t take it anymore.

He lets himself go.

He paints your insides white.

Jerks against you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

Yoongi collapses on top of you breathless and sticky.

Both of you are panting, limbs unable to move.

You wrap your arms against him, pressing him closer to you.

For a few minutes, you just stay like that, listening to each other’s breaths.

To the storm outside.

You can feel him leaking from inside of you. And then you part. He lays next to you, his eyes darting to look at you.

Neither of you says a thing.

Because when the end comes, there is nothing else left to say.

Nothing to soothe the ache.

To wipe away the pain.

Your eyes meet his and you think how your knees would give out if you were standing now. Thank God you aren't.

Yoongi smiles at you gently.

He interlocks your fingers with his, squeezes them like that’s going to do any good right now. “You know this is the last time, right?” You prop yourself up, yank your hand from his soft grasp.

Detach slowly from him—or at least, try to.

“Mhm.”

“I’m sorry, Yoon.”

“Me too, baby,” he whispers, lifting his eyes to the ceiling because Yoongi can’t look at you without coming apart right now. “So fucking sorry.”

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 2 days ago

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baby this fic is soooo cute and funny!!! i want more from you 🥰💗🫶🏻

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Your neighbour? Spiderman? Best friend? Husband? Idol? Your dead ex? Yeah, he can be that guy.

ps: thank you authors! love you guys. so much. your stories means the world to me <3 (like this is art piece! no joke

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rpwprpwprpwprw · 3 days ago

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i love this one so much!!!!! 💗