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NAMJOON’S BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: 27 DAYS TO 27 (with @kkulmoon ♡): DAY 15: how to take care of your joonie 🌱: a guide by the hyung line ♡ [cr. qdeoks, c_a_leaf, moajmjk00]

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She is not living rent free

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summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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I just love it.

Like the first one I can’t wait to see what the future holds for this lovely couple.

They are so cute together, I love how they care and worry about each other in their own cute shy and awkward way, trying to joke about things they aren’t really sure but when it’s time for business, is time for business.

Thank you for writing and sharing this amazing work.

I can’t wait for the next lesson.

LOVE LESSONS, pt. 2 (m) — JJK

jungkook and you talked about the deal more, escalating it to new heights.

PAIRING jungkook x (female) reader

GENRE smut, kind of fluffy tbh, r18+

WORD COUNT 8.9k

WARNINGS/MISC virgin!reader, kinda spoiled brat!!reader lol, childhood friend-ish!jk, college!au, jk college course reveal 😁 explicit sexual content. again, (awkward? but not really that awkward) first times

NOTES happy hearts day everyone!!!!! i hope you guys have a lovely day today and enjoy this part as much as i loved writing it!! KEEP IN MIND THE JK HERE LOOKS LIKE THE JK IN THE BANNER. IT IS A MUST.  a keyboard smash in my inbox will be much appreciated <3 

[ READ PART 1 HERE ]

The days bled into two weeks and it all went by without any proper communication with Jungkook.

It wasn’t really anything new, per say. You two did not exactly talk everyday, much less do so at some random hour in a day. You did get to see each other, though, like last Friday at one of the school canteens. You were going to approach him but he had other friends over his table. But when you waved at him and he acknowledged you with a smile, it gave you some sort of assurance that everything was alright.

However, how alright is alright?

You liked to think that the lack of communication wasn’t bothering you, that it was something normal – which it was! And it was fine! – but considering what went down the last two weeks, you didn’t think everything really was fine.

Well, you blamed it on Jungkook for not talking to you after that night in his room…

… Was what the immature part of your brain said.

But the truth was, you haven’t reached out, either. You haven’t initiated a conversation ever since.

It was just so weird. After that night, you went back to your apartment and had an epiphany in front of your door that went on like this, holy fuck I just gave Jungkook a blowjob! Like, his penis was actually in my mouth and I actually did that and that will change everything now because that isn’t what you do with a friend! Holy fucking fuck!

The event triggered an existential crisis, of course. You’ve weighed two options in your head; to make things weird or to go along with what you started. To make things weird was to not acknowledge what happened and not talk to him ever again then ideally, disappear for a long time until Jungkook forgot the (most probably) most mediocre blowjob he’d ever received in his life. Meanwhile, to go along with what you started was owning up to your very own request, a request he so willingly agreed to. He said it was fine! That he would do it! And, oh… he actually said that it was a good blowjob, right? Unless he was just saying that… or you were remembering wrong…

Anyway, even though days passed, you still wanted to go through with it. There was something at the back of your head that was ashamed of wanting to experience sexual things with Jungkook, but it was fun. And it would make things more awkward if you were suddenly, like, not interested anymore, right, after you gave him a blowjob? And even if that was the case, he deserved an explanation!

So you needed to talk to him.

Thankfully, the opportunity presented itself in perfect timing Tuesday night when your laptop suddenly shut down while you were typing an essay.

See, Jungkook was a tech guy. He was great with computers and all those complex technology stuff even though he wasn’t really a tech student. He was in the Architecture department, but you supposed him being on his computer all the time helped with his minor technology expertise. Anyway, truth be told, you thought you could fix your problem yourself with a little YouTube tutorial but it was the perfect excuse to try to talk to him, so your broken laptop was what led you to finally meeting him after a long while.

“It’s all good now, just gonna restart it.” Jungkook announced, stealing your attention from the kitchen.

You mixed the bowl of ramen you made for him, carefully walking back to the couch in the living room. Jungkook saw you struggling a little and took it himself, placing the hot food on the coffee table.

“Here’s my thank you,” you quipped, earning a small chuckle from Jungkook.

You called him some time ago that night informing him about the dead state of your laptop, and he just asked you what the problem was and you told him you would come over to his place after his classes ended. You thought he deserved a cup of ramen. The ramen was from his own stash, not even yours, and you didn’t know if it tasted good but bet you hoped it did.

Meanwhile, Jungkook grimaced on the inside as soon as he tasted the stew. The ramen was bland. There was too much water… but he chose to ignore the taste. You must’ve put a lot of effort in this one. (You did. He could confirm it in the way you nervously eyed him when he took the first sip of the stew.)

“I installed an anti-virus software, I’m really surprised you didn’t have one all along. Also, you need to stop clicking on those shady websites, your laptop lags because of that.” Jungkook said.

“Oh,” you frowned, cocking your head to the side, memories of you clicking anywhere flooding your head. When you thought about it, it was exactly the reason why you ended up on that porn page. You looked at Jungkook again. “Well, I have you to fix it, don’t I?”

“Reaping the privilege of having a techy friend?” He playfully squinted his eyes at you.

“Yep.” You sat closer to him, feeling giddy at how he was eating the ramen almost enthusiastically. You grinned, “Is it okay? I didn’t put too much water?”

Jungkook mirrored your smile and pinched your cheek. “No, it tastes good.” You swatted his hand away and in return, laughter bubbled from him, as if taking joy from your misery. As always. “We should watch something.”

You settled on Tangled. You’ve watched it too many times more than you could count on your fingers and you had ten of them. It seemed Jungkook did, too. Apparently, you both share fondness over Flynn Ryder and you kind of thought it was a good trait in a man.

After a few commentaries here and there and a little touch of your bad singing on top of Rapunzel’s, you were almost at the end of the movie when Jungkook’s phone rang.

He stood up from the couch and gestured that he had to get it, and you nodded as he sauntered towards the kitchen. It was far enough you could only hear him mumble.

You didn’t mean to read the caller ID – it was there! Like, just right in front of your face, you couldn’t help but see it! – but it brought curiosity to your head.

Eunseo, huh? Like, Kim Eunseo? As far as your memory serves your right, that was his ex-girlfriend. They broke up some time ago for some reason you never really bothered to think about or ask him about. Were they together again? That would honestly be sweet, you thought. Ex-to-lovers trope are trendy these days. Maybe you could grill Jungkook about his love life and then you could go make a book deal off of it.

Just kidding, of course.

“You didn’t even pause the movie,” Jungkook plopped on the couch beside you, rolling credits on the screen in front of him. He picked up some fish chips that was once placed beside the now empty bowl of ramen you made for him.

“Eh, you’ve seen it already,” you said. “But I have a question.”

He hummed, remote in hand as he browsed through Disney plus’ catalog.

“Are you still on with the teaching-me-sex thing?”

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Yannie! This hot 🥵

Damn! The way I can clearly see Jimin just being flirty and a show of just to piss OC off while she is a compromising position without being compromised, yet…

And the patience OC has, because seriously in he place I would have punished him for taunting me and helped him out like she did.

This is a beautifully written piece and it’s no nice that you managed to put it out.

desperate | pjm (m.)

pairing: model!jimin x pa!reader

summary: being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

rating: 18+ | word count: 3.8k

genre/au: smut (a bit of plot if you squint)

warnings/content: crude language, masturbation, fellatio, handjob, deepthroating, face fucking?, switch dynamics, a lot of pining ig, cheeky jimin that has many lustful thoughts and he's a brat too oml

a/n: been a long while and this is unplanned as always lmao. was supposed to be posted on the 14th but the universe said no so i couldn’t post it. anyways, this is for the 2nd anniversary of this blog’s official debut in this community so why not post a fic of the person who made me start writing in the first place, as the first fic of 2023 just like he was my first fic in this blog (just in time with vibe’s release, his solo album announcement and his official partnership with Dior too! 0.0). thank you Jimin for being my light, i love you 🥰

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You’re currently on your knees, helping Jimin out with his problem.

Not that kind, goodness no. He’s been doing practice poses for his shoot as soon as he arrives like he always does in each photoshoot. You ignored his flushed look when he entered the studio, already knowing his morning routine and went straight for the pre-shoot meeting. Everything was smooth until you noticed some stain on his black pants when you were checking him for any final touches.

So here you are now, dabbing the wet wipes around the spot on his thigh while he’s leaning against the frame of the glass partition behind him. 

He’s lucky that most of the staff are not here yet so you have time to remove the stain from his pants, a cum stain that almost made you scream when he told you sheepishly that it was from some girl he fucked this morning before coming to the studio.

“are you still mad? i told you i didn't realize she’d be a creamer”

In any other situation, this would've been a strange exchange with someone you essentially work for. Jimin has no filter in the way he talks to you but you don’t really mind it as you do the same. You and he have grown closer to one another each day since you started working for him so these types of conversations became normal between you both.

It's one of the perks of Jimin hiring someone around his age for a personal assistant. You've been with him from the very start of his career, barely scraping anything during that time with the both of you fresh from graduation. When he initially asked you, you looked at him incredulously because his plan was quite risky. Jimin understood your hesitance but he was surprised when you finally agreed after a bit of consideration.

Your friends said that it must be the puppy eyes that he constantly gives you but no, you knew of Jimin during college. It’s common knowledge from your mutual acquaintances of how hardworking he is and you’ve witnessed it a few times before so you said yes because why not. You're both in the same boat anyways, still looking for other jobs and who knows, if this works then it will be great for your future careers. 

You remember when Jimin got his very first paycheck, running up to you with a tight hug and asking you something that you’ve been wanting for a while. You were confused but then he cracked a smile and revealed that he wanted to treat you as a gratitude for doing your best to find casting calls and gigs for him. You were happy of course, with both of your hard work finally coming to fruition.

This dynamic you have with Jimin as a very close friend and colleague has been pretty balanced as the years go by. There are times when you fought, unavoidable with your contrasting personalities but you both became comfortable with one another regardless. This makes your teamwork efficient with more understanding from both sides as your relationship gets closer.

“believe me, it’s hers, not mine i swear” he adds, repeating what he explained earlier when you don’t answer him.

Thoughts aside, you do, of course, believe him because Jimin’s one of the most responsible guys you’ve ever known. He always comes prepared for photoshoots and arrives early to do last-minute check-ups despite what his shenanigans are the night before like earlier today. He’ll never go bare with anyone to avoid risks because he already experienced some scares before from past hookups.

No answer from you still but it’s partly because you've been in shambles on the inside with what you feel for him these days. You’re not only annoyed by this whole thing but you also felt uneasy at what he said. You’ve been used to it but you somehow felt the sting when he explicitly laid out his latest hookup. 

You’ll never admit to yourself or him why because it would be unprofessional.

At the same time, you’ve also been fighting to focus only on finishing up what you’re doing, occasionally straying your eyes toward the glass windows to calm yourself down. He was practically naked in front of you, with his damn gold necklace where its round pendant dances around his belly button and pointing down to the huge bulge he was sporting. And it would’ve helped if he’s covered, at least while you’re still on the floor. But apparently, he felt the need to not zip it up and just wear it as it is, torturing you with his sculpted body. 

You shouldn’t mind it but you’re a bit suspicious because Jimin’s always been involved in his photoshoots. He always consults with you regarding his outfits even if it’s not part of your job. He often asks for your input as well, discussing his ideas with you before he gives them a go. For this shoot, he picked this specific hooded jacket among all the ones that you’ve shown him, insisting on wearing it without anything under it because this one is apparently very loose. 

Which became an immense distraction to you. 

You remember zoning out earlier in the meeting room when Jimin was picking the final photos from his pre-shoot, trying all the concepts that he’s been wanting to do. You were already a mess with his slicked-back hair and exposed body along with his tight pants. And now you couldn't stop staring at his veiny hands as they hovered around the pictures. The gold rings on both of his index fingers didn’t help either, turning your focus on them instead of listening to him explaining to you and his stylist. 

Jimin of course notices and teases you like always. Though he’s been doing it more frequently these days, adding more to the brewing tension between you. 

He ran his fingers through the pinned pictures on the pegboard and casually picked up the pictures near where you were standing by the edge of the table. He leans closer and closer so you have to fight the urge to look at him, instead focusing your attention on talking with this stylist.

“you alright, __?”

You just scoff and roll your eyes at him, brushing him off with an excuse of being sleep deprived. He’s doing this on purpose, he could’ve lied to you earlier about fucking someone because how is he still hard? Thankfully he zipped up for now so his oversized jacket covers it but you knew he had a hunch about why you’d been acting weird around him right now.

Jimin's been smiling, knowing that his current hairstyle has been your favourite. He noticed it when he had his rainbow blond one last time where you couldn't stop touching his hair, hands constantly on it whether hair spraying it or simply tugging its strands whenever you can, reasoning that it's looking messy though it's not.

You couldn't stop looking at him too, eyes staying on him more than you ever did since working for him. That's why he specifically talked to the stylist and the photographer about bringing this hairstyle back for this photoshoot since it’ll also fit with his whole look. Also, you’ve been sneaking glances at him today which has been lifting up his mood. It just adds to how hard his dick is already, affecting you this much makes him very excited for today.

“Jimin, you can't do the shoot with this” you will yourself to ask, relieved that your voice came out sterned. When you look up at him, Jimin swears that his cock just twitched at the view of you in this position, his thoughts playing a different scenario where you’re giving him the suck of his life.

“then help me..” he mindlessly responded, totally not paying attention to what you’re referring to. He's not sure really, his mind’s still hazy and all he can think of is the ache of his balls from not being able to cum earlier.

“i’m trying” you grumble, ignoring his pouting. He’s adorable when he’s like this, and he uses that on you when he wants something. Sometimes it works when he combines it with his affectionate touches but you have to be strong this time. You’re not even sure what he’s specifically talking about but then you’ve also been occupied in trying to fight off your growing lust for him. 

Jimin’s pout turns into a grin after catching your eyes flickering from looking anywhere and on his bulge again, he can sense how your hand’s so tempted to touch it with how much you’re gripping his pants. Your hand continues to fidget, eyes unfocused as you continue to wipe off that stain as hard as you can just in case. You don’t look annoyed now either, but you’re wearing a struggling expression that tells him just how conflicted you are at this moment.

You’re beyond torn because that fucking tent of his pants is dissolving your annoyance little by little with sinful thoughts already creeping up your mind the longer you stay down the floor. 

“where are you looking at?”

“the city view looks good from here”

You automatically answer, clearing your throat in the process before gathering up the pack of wet wipes and the damp cloth along with a bowl of cold water from the ground. You avoid looking at Jimin’s face because you knew he was going to try something now that he noticed your slight slip of judgment.

“yeah, the view is amazing but my view from here is better”

“up or down?” 

“both, but i’d say down. you’d say the opposite, right __?”

You almost dropped what you're holding at his remark but this is nothing new to you: Jimin shamelessly throwing his lewd innuendos at you at any chance he got. You indulge him in it, after all, it’s just harmless flirting between friends, something that you never expected when you took this job. Sometimes it's part of your banter, you doing the same thing to him which catches him off guard sometimes when he's focusing on something while working. You especially do it when discussions of his escapades come to light, which you helped in arranging because of his demanding schedules.

Yes, you’re this dedicated to your job even if it sometimes causes an ache in your heart. 

“why? didn’t you fuck someone?” you deflect, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting you.

“yeah but i didn’t get to cum, couldn’t…” he trails off as he closes his eyes and grabs his crotch to hopefully feel a little bit of comfort but it's no use. He wants to tell you why he couldn't, wants to let you know who has been stopping him from getting off with other people but you don't care anyways.

“then get rid of it, you still have time”

You state with urgency, nervously looking around if anyone saw but everyone’s been doing their own thing. Patting his thigh, you stand up from your kneeling position and push aside your want to help him in getting rid of it. He might be good at hiding his expressions but he does look like he’s been struggling for hours since he arrived on set. Jimin didn’t do anything but huff before retreating to the dressing room to take care of his problem.

Now that most of the staff are here, you check in with them for any possible last-minute changes. It took your mind off Jimin a bit but your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at the door of his dressing room. You shake your head, pushing yourself to focus on your current task. It’s still early but you want to make sure Jimin’s ready when the scheduled time for his photoshoot is on. This is an important shoot for him so you just hope that he finishes as soon as possible to not keep everyone waiting. 

After you’ve double-checked everything, you decide to fetch Jimin. Nearing his door though is making you more agitated than you already are. You’re about to knock when you hear his loud, sexy groan. fuck. 

You haven't really heard how Jimin sounds properly because each time you catch him fucking someone, either during his breaks or random times when you need something for him to confirm, his partners’ moans usually overpower his so this is quite new, and you won’t deny that you'd love to hear more of it.

“oh fuck..fuck”

Jimin being this loud causes you to panic at the possibility of anyone in the studio hearing him like this. This might not be new for some of the staff but still, you just don’t want everyone to hear how he sounds like. 

You took a deep breath before wandering your eyes around if anyone was watching but thankfully, everyone was busy.

.

He wonders if you’re listening, purposely moaning louder than he intends to as he fists his cock. You probably don’t care and if you ever catch him, you’ll just ignore his attempts and scold him for taking too long at this. It’s always been the case with you but he does find it amusing to piss you off more.

So when he hears the door opening, a smirk creeps up on his face before opening his half-lidded eyes.

“y–”

“shut up” you seethe as you approach his propping form on his vanity. He thinks it's just one of his imaginations again, indulging him with his fantasies. But when he feels you grab the chain of his wrap necklace towards you, his eyes open fully before releasing a small gasp. The smaller chain loop fastens gradually around his neck when you begin pulling its long chain gently while looking into his eyes. He maintains eye contact and you notice the hunger and mischief in them as you continue to pull his necklace.

“s-shit” he whines quietly, though the smirk still remains on his gorgeous face as his hand continues to stroke his cock even faster. His other hand reaches for the dark bottle of lube, bringing it in front of you before pumping its nozzle on his very angry tip.

He closes his eyes again, placing the bottle back on the table while his other hand spreads the lube around his dick. You’re speechless for a second with this whole show he’s putting on, pausing to watch him. It’s when his other hand comes up in an attempt to touch you to come closer that breaks your reverie, swatting his hand away.

You stare him down, brows scrunching while contemplating what to do next. This would be crossing whatever boundaries you have with Jimin both in your personal and professional relationship. You had to look away from him to think this through. You’re used to seeing him semi-naked with other people before but not like this. Him now naked from the waist down in front of you, his tight black pants pooling around his ankles.

It’s Jimin’s desperate whimpers that made your mind up. There’s no point in denying wanting the same thing he desires from you.

“i’ll help you but don't make a sound” you command and he nods, too fucked out to respond because all he wants is his release.

Your hand replaces his before you kneel on the hard floor, immediately swallowing his cock to not waste more time. One of Jimin’s hands is on your head at once, not gripping your hair but just holding onto you for support because fuck, your mouth feels so much better than his hands, hell it's even better than pussies he’s had before.

It’s you, of course, Jimin has always thought about how much better you’ll be at pleasuring him than others. He smiles after noticing your demeanour change as soon as your mouth envelops him. It must be the lube flavour that he specifically picked knowing apple’s one of your favourites. Your mouth is greedily sucking him in now, warm tongue lapping up the entirety of his cock.

"you were drooling for my cock earlier, hmm? bet you wouldn't mind sucking me off in front of everyone outside" his mocking tone shudders, his attempt of gaining control wavering with you being encouraged by what he said. You bob your head faster, opening your mouth more to take him deeper cause the view from where you are is spurring you to do more. Jimin in his fucked out glory is a sight to watch, his gold link earrings swaying as he tosses his head back, his plump lips getting swollen from him biting them to hold his moans in.

You want to see more of it. 

When Jimin’s not closing his eyes from the pleasure, they never leave yours as he stares right into them. He surprises you when he gets up from leaning on the vanity, his hand moving from the top of your head down to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. This made him push deeper into your mouth so you loosen your jaw, the new angle allowing more of his length in your mouth. As soon as his tip reaches the back of your throat, you’re unable to stop releasing gurgling moans when it nudges further.

“can’t..believe..you’re.. choking on my cock right now..”

Jimin rasps needily as he rolls his hips slowly, deeper with each thrust. The vibrations from your moans are not helping him in holding his orgasm longer. He’s been trying hard because he wants to prolong this, relish this view of you on your knees and your mouth on him because who knows if this will ever happen again. He’s losing himself, grinding on your face while his hand starts massaging your nape in time with his thrusts.

Now you’re confused because you for sure thought that he’ll start fucking your throat roughly the moment you allowed him but he’s not. You take a deep breath through your nose as you come up, readying your throat in case he’ll change his mind later when he’s close to cumming. But the way he’s touching your nape is making you relax, distracting you from your main reason for helping him in the first place.

He’s close already, his cock's been throbbing before you started bobbing your head earlier. His pace also changes a bit faster but is still slow and you’re confused as to why he’s been holding back. His breathing turns erratic and his lower abs are flexing. You know it so before he does so dig your nails into both of his meaty thighs before one of your hands leaves and pushes away his hold on your head. 

You take him deeper until your lips reach the skin of his crotch, immediately pushing back when he grabs your head again, releasing his cock from your mouth which causes Jimin to whimper in frustration.

“that's for making me wipe other girl's cum on your pants” you glare at him, voice hoarse from taking him that deep in your throat. Standing up from kneeling was making your legs wonky, feeling numb from your previous position but your mind’s not on it with your prior annoyance resurfacing because of his attempt to pacify you.

Jimin, however, begins laughing.

Your brows rise from his reaction, totally not expecting this because you were really sure that you already got him under you.

“so you’re jealous after all,”

“i’m not, i wouldn’t help you if i were” you counter, avoiding his eyes as you pull his jacket back on him, it was slipping on one side already, showing his muscular arms and the tattoo on his ribs. Your fingers have minds of their own when you start tracing each of the letters, causing Jimin to shiver at your touches but the devilish smile remains on his handsome face.

“but you’re doing it to prove something, right?”

You don’t know how to answer him and you don’t want to tell him the truth because it’ll just feed his already massive ego. Instead, you grab his swollen dick, hot and heavy in your hands and begin stroking him roughly. The slick from the lube, his precum and your saliva made it easier for your plan. There’s no way you’ll let him, he’ll never be able to make you admit it.

The smile disappears from his lips as his whole body shakes with a cry, not expecting your punishing pace on him. You want to look at him, to watch his smug face morph back into a pliant one.

But you can’t.

Jimin couldn't cum earlier while fucking another girl because all he can think about is you and now you’re doing what exactly he’s been imagining for months, years. You’re still not looking at him, your brows scrunching in focus on jerking him off. He can’t stop himself from bucking into your hands when your thumb starts flicking his mushroom tip, nudging his frenulum with your index finger before squeezing his shaft each time you do it.

You’re honestly amazed at how Jimin manages to hold off his climax this long but it shouldn’t surprise you when he has such incredible control of his body. It’s when your other hand reaches out to pull his necklace again to pull him towards you, that he finally gives in. It never crossed your mind that modifying this necklace by combining it with his gold link could serve as an advantage for you when playing with him.

Jimin’s hand leaves the table to muffle his mouth, eyes somewhat begging you to let him cum. You smile and he lets himself go through a series of incoherent cries, still covering his mouth like you ordered him to. And despite knowing how loud he can be, you quickly move to remove his hands to finally hear the delicious moans that he’s been obediently keeping. 

He continues to rock his hips despite the overstimulation, trying to catch your eyes and when you do look up, he’s back to purposely biting his lips as he gapes at you with his dark brown eyes.

He’s grinning while still biting his lips as he shoots more of his cum into your hands, it’s spilling all over but most of it landed on your black sheer top, especially on the sleeves.

“Jimin what the fuck! you came so much..” your enamoured eyes are focusing on his slit that’s still releasing loads of his sticky cum around your fingers.

“yeah, been holding them back” for you, he wants to add but he just chuckles, breathlessly and all giddy while eyeing you. It could be high from his mind-blowing orgasm but it’s more with how he basically just covered you with his cum.

You look cute when you’re annoyed, grumbling because of the stains on your sheer puffy top. Some of them are on your black leather pants too, and this just adds to his amusement as he watches you walking around frantically, looking for something to clean you both up with before his photoshoot finally commences in about a minute or so.

Jimin’s not sorry of course, seeing his cum stains on you is stirring something carnal in him. It's his way of marking you because you're his now, well, kind of. He'll just make sure to properly mark you next time.

e/n: i initially wrote this around the time it came out and during his birthday but wasn’t planning on posting it until later cuz i do have other priority fics but i just have to since i wasn’t able to post him last year 😭

[sugarushsugarec]

Shaaaaay!

Can I have the recipe of these Christmas cookies? Is not a tradition here but they sound amazing especially if they boost your energy enough to make you work better and faster.

This is so cute, and I could totally see them bickering and playing around like that.

I’ll give a special note to Seokjin slamming the tray down, it’s such an appropriate response to have it all gone when you worked hard on it and didn’t even have one.

All I Want For Christmas...Is A Nap

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 Sam @taetheists !!!

I am your @bangtansecretsanta, Chocolate 🍫! I actually finished it! Yay! I loved learning a little bit about you over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy your gifts just as much as I enjoyed making them!

The five oldest learned that leaving the two youngest alone in the house was fine...sort of.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Taehyung x Jungkook (platonic)

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: PG

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒/𝐀𝐔𝐒: fluff

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: light bickering, mentions of food & sweets.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐘'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Typically I like to have my work beta'ed beforehand but this uh...was supposed to just be the moodboard and then it was supposed to just be a short like 500-word drabble with it (I don't know what happened...) and it's Christmas time... I did go through and do some editing though so hopefully it's okay. T-T

The seven brothers all let out a loud, collective sigh as they plopped down on the various furniture in their living room.

Seokjin took their oversized, black leather chair. Yoongi settled himself cross-legged on the arm of it that had enough surface area to be its own seat. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin settled themselves on the matching couch, leaving Taehyung and Jungkook to battle over who would get to use Namjoon's meaty calves as pillows while sitting on the floor.

"I'm older, I should get to sit here!"

"So?! I did way more work than you!"

"Aiiiiish, give it a rest, you two," Seokjin scolded. "First, the cookie cutters, then the sprinkles, and now where you're sitting…"

"Seriously! You've been bickering all day!" Hoseok chimed in. "Just relax and listen to the music."

The two youngest just glared and crossed their arms with a pout on their faces, upset at each other that they got yelled at. However, the soft Christmas playlist the brothers had playing in the background all day seemed to do the trick. Everyone, including Jungkook and Taehyung, eventually fell into happy chatter about their excitement about the holidays.

Though, it wasn't too long after that that the picturesque, precious moment was shattered with a curse…

"Dammit! Guys, look…" Yoongi pointed behind them.

One-by-one, six sets of eyes fell upon the naked object sitting neglected in the corner of the living room. What should have been lighting up their eyes even more only extinguished the brightness the good conversation and laughter had conjured in them.

They had spent the entire day making the food and baking cookies and other sweets for their Christmas dinner later in the evening. But…

"We forgot about the tree…" Namjoon regretfully sighed and rubbed his already-tired face with his hands.

"It's not Christmas without pretty ornaments and lights!" Jimin cried out. "But I'm already so exhausted from all the cooking and baking!"

The group sat silently for a while, the soft Christmas playlist in the background no longer able to quell their thoughts and bring back those joyful moments from before. Soon, Seokjin was shooting up from his spot.

"Tae and JK seem to still have extra energy... How about the rest of us go get some coffee and they can decorate it while we're gone!"

"Can we take a nap first?" Jungkook pouted.

"Yeah, we're just as tired and need caffeine too!"

Their four hyungs had already gotten up and were putting on their coats and shoes by the front door by the end of all of their complaining.

"Stop whining," Yoongi replied flatly while pulling a plain, black beanie over his head. "We'll obviously bring back some for you."

"Yeah! Don't destroy the house! …Or each other. Fighting!" Hoseok shouted as he shut the door behind them.

There was nothing they could do now except what they were told. If their hyungs came home to nothing done, they'd never hear the end of it. Both Taehyung and Jungkook groaned as they looked at the big, empty tree tucked in the corner of their living room.

"Well, let's play something more festive. Maybe that'll give us some energy." The youngest—ever the optimist—suggested.

"Okay, I'll go get the Christmas boxes…" Tae replied with not even a quarter of Jungkook's enthusiasm.

As Taehyung had begun moving boxes in a closet to get to their holiday decorations, a soft jingle of bells reached his ears. He didn't even hazard a guess yet as to what it could be. It wasn't until the silky smooth vocals of Mariah Carey that he realized Jungkook had finally picked whatever music he wanted to play.

He breathed out in a huff—first, in annoyance because of course it was this song, then because of course he still found his hips swaying and his lips humming along once the upbeat chorus started.

Taehyung finally got the boxes unburied and carried them haphazardly to the living room. Jungkook was absent-mindedly dancing and singing while chomping on one of the tree-shaped cookies they had made earlier but once his hyung entered his peripheral vision, he immediately took the top box on Taehyung's stack to help.

"This is the perfect Christmas decorating song, isn't it?!"

"Yeahhh, it is." Taehyung reluctantly agreed.

Okay, time for Step One. It didn't take long for the pair to find the box with the strings of lights. Jungkook began carefully pulling the empty tree away from the wall and Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.

"Why are you moving the tree?"

"So we can just walk around it!"

Huh. That made sense.

That was until Jungkook, with a string of lights in hand, put one end near the top and began sprinting around the tree, winding the lights through the branches.

"You can't do that! You're gonna trip and bring the whole thing down!"

"Oh hyung, relax!" Jungkook exclaimed while plugging in other end into the outlet and stepping back to admire his work. "Look! It's fine!"

Reds, greens, and golds twinkled on the once lifeless tree. Taehyung had to admit, it didn't look bad. At all. While he was looking over Jungkook's lights, he failed to realize that the maknae had disappeared.

…Until a cookie was shoved in his partially open mouth and a string of lights were shoved into his hand.

"Eat a cookie and start helping."

Taehyung tossed a glare at Jungkook but ultimately did what he was told. He just hoped Jin-hyung didn't notice the cookies were missing… Eh, there was so many, it would probably be fine. Maybe they could even sneak one or two more before they all got back…

He dusted off the crumbs around his mouth and eyed the lights in his hand. It did look fun when Jungkook did it. Maybe that would be okay too. He placed one end in the lightless branches near the top and began moving around the tree. He maintained a slow jog to make sure his lights didn't overlap Jungkook's.

It took no time at all until the lights were wrapped and Taehyung plugged it into Jungkook's string and he took a step back. His string lit up the branches between the reds, greens, and golds with a soft white glow.

The pair admired the work and then grinned at each other before exchanging a high-five.

Okay, Step Two.

Taehyung set aside the lights box to grab the one containing the ornaments. It didn't take them long to develop an almost conveyor belt-like system where he handed Jungkook bulbs and cherubs and snowflake ornaments from the box. When one's arms started getting too tired, they would switch.

In no time at all, the box was empty save for the red velvet skirt and the tree topper. Jungkook pulled it out and handed one end to Taehyung. Together, they carefully wrapped it around the base of the tall evergreen. Once done, Taehyung pulled out the topper.

It was a special piece made custom for the brothers—a large, ornate, gold 7.

"Hey JK, gimme a boost." Taehyung tossed over his shoulder to the maknae who was now shoving another cookie into his mouth.

"Sure thing!" he replied, spewing crumbs, before lowering himself to a knee in front of his hyung.

Taehyung climbed on Jungkook's back and was hoisted up towards the ceiling. They wobbled for a second while Jungkook adjusted to the added weight. Once they stablized, Taehyung carefully placed the 7 topper at the peak.

"It looks awesome! I think we deserve more cookies." Jungkook exclaimed once Taehyung climbed down and they both admired the completed task.

Taehyung wasn't going to disagree although he should. The little Christmas sweets were so good, he wasn't going to pass up an excuse to have more. While Jungkook was taking his time in the kitchen probably picking which shapes to get, the older one plopped down on the couch and shut his eyes.

The maknae came back several minutes later with a tray full of cookies and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate topped with a tower of whipped cream and marshmallows. Taehyung bolted up off the back of the couch and quickly snagged a mug from the tray placed on the coffee table.

"Figured you were thirsty too so I made us a couple of your favorite." Jungkook smiled before sitting down next to him and taking a cautious sip from his own mug.

"So good…" Taehyung sighed in warm, comfy relief before setting his mug down and picking up another cookie off the tray.

"Hey, hyung…I'm sorry for fighting with you earlier."

"It's okay. I'm sorry too."

They both smiled at each other and relaxed against the back cushions. Jungkook let out a big yawn and let his head fall onto Taehyung's shoulder.

— — — — — — — — — —

"Hey! We're back!"

"With coffeeeeee!"

"Whoa…look at that."

The first thing that greeted them on their return was a beautiful tree, lit up in red, green, gold, and white that twinkled and reflected off the shiny orbs distributed throughout the branches.

Yoongi huffed in shock and amusement while he kicked off his shoes.

"They actually did it without killing each other."

"Aw, guys, shhhh!" Hoseok whispered, pressing a finger to his lips with one hand and pointing towards the living room couch with the other.

At the end of his pointed finger was Taehyung and Jungkook, leaning on each other and sound asleep. Jimin aw 'ed quietly, pulled the red blanket off the back of the couch, and carefully draped it over the pair.

The older brothers all grinned at each other and quietly took whatever spots on the couch, chair, and floor they could manage.

…Until Jin noticed the coffee table. He jumped up from his spot and picked up the empty tray before slamming it down on the surface. Taehyung and Jungkook jumped and sat up.

"You guys ate all our damn cookies!"

The two looked at each other sheepishly before looking up at the oldest with sleepy, sad puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry, hyung…"

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed it, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

➳ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒 [ canva | 1 | 2 | 3 ]

© egocypher 2022. Do not steal, edit, repost, translate, or otherwise claim my work as your own.

[sugarushsugarec]

Aj, you did it again!

I mean when don’t you deliver? This short and delivers just so much, the expectation to the other parts to come, and the little sneaky peak into their lives.

AND there is Taehyung just pretending to be all innocent and not know what she is doing with that bear, when he is also a bear….

I love it. 🫣❤️‍🔥

“Bear” with Me (M)

• Pairing: Camboy!Taehyung x Budding Camgirl!(F) Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Camboy!AU, Smut, Hint of Fluff

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 1.3k

• Summary: You have a special guest today, one of the fuzzy kind.

• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, camshows, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of sex toys, dirty talk, masturbation (m.), getting sexual with an inanimate object (trust me on this, guys), dry humping, fantasizing, pining, Tae is deep in his head 🙃

• Playlist: 🎧

• Notes: Bam, second installment in Offsite Services! I didn’t plan to have this uploaded so far away from the first one, but personal stuff came up that needed urgent attention and I wasn’t in the right mindset to be writing smut. But now we’re back in action, so enjoy! 😊 Thank you to my girl @baljinciaga​ for the beta 😘😘😘

• Taglist: @parkdatjimin @jimilter @joontied  @jinsquishes​ @swweetnightt @sunshinerainbowsbts​ @minttangerines​ @miscelunaaa​ @sugalaritae​ @herecomesjoon​  @crisle19​ @codeinebelle​ @ssaboala​ @kookprada​ @saweetspoiled​ @effielumiere​ @m1sss1mp​ @firesighgirl​ @thelilbutifulthings​ @jeontier​ @park-hera-gi​ @feral-daisy​ @uzumakioden​ @sexyuntitl3d​ @raineandskye​ @noir-eyes​ @bebejungkook​ @ejhjjssn​

Fanservice Masterlist | Offsite Services Masterlist | Up Close and Personal | “Bear” with Me

When in the world did you get that giant teddy bear? Taehyung was pretty sure that wasn’t there the last time he visited.

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[sugarushsugarec]

Syriaaaaaaa!

I love it! Please, Hobi talking back to his father in law! It just brings a wild side to the imagination.

Parental Guidance | jhs.

↳ Pairing: jung hoseok x wife!reader

↳ Genre: smut, fluff

↳ Au(s): established relationship

↳ Word Count: 2.3k

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning(s): cursing, accusations of cheating (reader's father towards Hoseok), fondling, oral (male to female), dirty talk

↳ Summary: Hoseok and your father don't see eye to eye. With your parents staying over for the weekend, let's just hope things don't get TOO tense.

↳ a/n: So... this fic was a spur of the moment thing that came from another idea for a Hobi fic that wasn't working out 😭. I hope you guys enjoy it because I was really excited while writing it from all the ideas that were flowing for it. I want to give a special thanks to @hobeemin for making this amazing banner and divider and @archivebysky for beta-ing.

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"Hoseok! I already cleaned off the couch an hour ago. Why is there still stuff on here?" You called out to your husband, who was coming back from outside after doing yard work.

"Sorry, baby. I was just going through some demos that Yoongi sent me." He responded, coming up behind you with a hug and kissing your cheek.

You were frantically making sure the house was spotless for the next few days, as you put away his earbuds, notepad, and folded up the blanket from the hallway closet.

"Y/N, you look like a chicken with its head cut off. Why are you in such a hurry?" Hoseok laughed, watching you move around faster than the speed of light.

"Did you forget what today is?" You asked, seeing the realization finally hit your husband once he turns over to look at today's date marked on the calendar in bold letters:

PARENTS VISITING UNTIL SUN.

Your handwriting was unmistakable and so was the look of disbelief on Hoseok’s face.

"Your parents are coming over? Today? They are staying the whole weekend?" You swore you saw his eyes almost pop out of his head at that moment.

Hoseok's relationship with your parents was… complicated. Your mother absolutely loved him and made every effort in having a positive relationship with her son-in-law. Your father, on the other hand, was wary of your relationship from the get-go, seeing his occupation as the main source of contention.

The idol life is a hard one, being away from family and friends for long stretches of time. Being the wife of an idol had its own hardships, as the constant negative comments from "fans" proved to be an exhausting one. However, that didn't stop your relationship with Hoseok from becoming stronger.

"I know you and Dad won't see eye to eye Hobi, but they'll only be here for three days." You rub the small of his back to reassure him.

"Huh… I guess you're right. Just hold me back if he says something out of line." Hoseok said, which you hoped was a joke.

You were about to go back into the kitchen to finish the rest of the sweeping you had begun a while again, but were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Hoseok walked towards the door, where he was greeted by your parents. Your mother was smiling as she leaned in for a hug.

"Hoseok! It's been so long it seems. How have you been?" Your mother asked cheerfully.

"I've been doing great Mrs. Y/L/N! Been working a couple of songs and being with the Mrs., you know." Your husband laughed along with her, with your father watching on.

"Mom! Dad, you're here!" You rushed over to greet both of your parents.

You were so wrapped up in talking with your mother that you didn't pay attention to the cold glares that your father and husband exchanged with each other before entering the house.

"I was finishing getting the house ready for you guys right when you rang." You told your mother, sitting on the couch together.

The tension between Hoseok and your father was thick, the distance between either (figuratively and literally) was not helping them.

Besides the fact that he was an idol, your father also took opposition with the both of you getting married at a relatively young age. At the ripe young age of 20, you and Hoseok decided to get married in a small, intimate ceremony, with only his family and your close friends in attendance.

You didn't invite your parents due to your father's stance on you dating an idol, so the wedding went on. Eight years later, you always wondered what it would be like if they were there, daydreaming about what it would be like to be walked down the aisle by your father.

"So… how have you been Y/D/N?" Hoseok asked, not even bothering to turn in his direction to look into his eyes.

"That's Mr. Y/L/N to you, boy." Your father asserted, earning an audible sigh in return.

"Hey! Why don't I go make us all something to eat? You guys must be hungry from the long way here." You say in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

You got the pot ready with running water, soon grabbing noodles, tomato sauce, and cheese to make some pasta for everyone. You could overhear your mother having a conversation with Hoseok about a recent sale at her favorite store.

Hearing their exchange made you smile, reminiscing back to your sophomore year of high school when you first told your parents about Hoseok. He was your first real boyfriend and you wanted nothing more than for your parents' approval.

You came back to reality once you heard your father ramble on about how hungry he was, causing all of them to sit down at the table.

"Thanks for the meal, sweetie." Your mother said, watching you serve all of the food for everyone.

"Definitely, baby. The food is amazing." Hoseok beamed, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

"Oh please!" Your father mumbled under his breath (or so he thought).

You signaled your mother to do something to prevent him from going any further. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, and he looked down at his plate for the next few minutes.

"Honey, don't you think Y/N made a great meal?" Your mother spoke up.

"Yes, of course." Your father responded nonchalantly, still avoiding to gaze in your and Hoseok's direction.

The dinner remained silent until your mother perked up once again.

"So, when are you guys gonna have children?" Your mother mused.

You spit out your drink on the middle of the table and watch in horror at your parents' faces.

"Oh dear, is everything alright?" She said with concern laced in her voice.

"Everything's fine, Mrs. Y/L/N. It's just that with my career, we think that it would be best until the time is right to be fully involved parents." Hoseok interjected.

"I've never heard of a married couple of almost a decade not wanting to have kids. I guess someone's having trouble performing in the bedroom." Your father snarked.

You just wanted to curl up in a ball in the corner of the kitchen and cover your face at the thought of what you knew was yet to come. Hoseok balled his fists on the smooth surface of the table before banging them in frustration at his words.

"You know what, Y/D/N? I'm sick and tired of you always belittling me every fucking time you come to visit!" Hoseok said seething.

If your parents' shocked expressions weren't enough, your husband's increasing voice level was.

"Ever since the day Y/N brought me home to meet you, you've been nothing but a complete asshole to me! The only reason I still give a fuck about how you feel about me is the love I have for your daughter!" Hoseok paused to take a breath when it's your father's turn to speak his mind.

"Well, if it means anything, I'd rather have my daughter marry a businessman or a lawyer, not some rapper, who's probably whoring it up on tour." your father was about to unleash some more venom, with Hoseok in toe, until you finally grab their attention.

"Enough!" You yelled.

One after another, your mother's, father's, and husband's heads instantly whip towards your direction.

"What is wrong with you both? Do you not realize how much tension you BOTH have caused over the years because of this petty feud?" You folded both of your arms over your chest in an act of frustration.

"I've had it! You are two grown men acting little toddlers, and for what? Me? Squash this… NOW!" You rise up from your spot at the table without hesitation when Hoseok tries to stop you.

"Baby, wait!"

"I'm going to bed." You shrugged off his hand on your shoulder, marching upstairs.

Almost two hours had passed and things somewhat calmed down for the evening. Your mother was sound asleep, your father was in the kitchen grabbing something to drink, and your husband was drying his hair as he emerged into your shared bedroom.

You had finished your own shower minutes earlier, putting on a white silk nightgown, simply rubbing in your favorite body lotion.

"I always loved this number on you, Y/N." Hoseok said, creeping up behind you to lay a kiss onto your shoulder.

"I know. That's why it's so comfortable that I might just go straight to bed." You retort, moving to go on your side of the bed.

He sighs, truly feeling regretful for how the events at dinnertime unfolded. He took his spot on his side of the bed, leaning across to be leveled with you.

"Y/N… I'm really sorry for yelling at your dad during dinner. I was so tired of all the constant jabs towards me, but I shouldn't have acted like that in front of you or your mom." Hoseok begins.

"You mean the world to me. I hate it when you're upset and if that means I'll just have to suck it up when it comes to your father, I'll do it."

You sat there, taking in a deep breath, considering his words. He truly wanted to make amends with your father after all the years of animosity.

"Hobi, I appreciate your apology, but don't feel like you have to force a smile when it comes to my dad. I'll talk to him tomorrow, and hopefully, things work out between you both." You cradled his face, kissing him ever so softly.

"No, Y/N, let me talk to him. It's my responsibility to own up to my part in all of this." Hoseok insisted, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles.

"I love you." You whispered sincerely.

"I love you too, honey." He said.

You both lean in closer, feeling the rest of the world disappear around you. Your lips were captured by his, and soon enough, the tender and soft pecks became more swift and fervent.

Hoseok quickly moved his position, so he was now on top of you. He slipped his hand underneath your silk nightgown, taking the chance to grasp your chest.

"Even after all these years, you still somehow give me butterflies with your touches." You moaned.

One thing you loved about Hoseok (besides his kind personality and way with words) was his hands. Not too rough and not too soft, they were the perfect medium. His fingers were long and slender, perfect for tantalizing touches.

"That's just part of being a good husband. Making you feel as loved as possible and making you scream." He gives you the look of desire you're all too familiar with.

He brings the same hand he used to cup your chest down your torso, ghosting his fingers over your clothed womanhood.

"My parents are only a wall away." You warned, remembering how much of a light sleeper your father tended to be.

"Well then… I guess someone is just gonna have to be a little more quiet, angel." Hoseok winked, sliding your underwear to the side.

He stuck his tongue out to glide a stripe over your lips, causing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven as always." Letting the praise go straight to your core.

He continued this, earning more moans from you. You ran your fingers through his silky, blonde hair, grabbing a hold of the back of his head.

"So, s-so good...!" You said in a hushed tone.

His movements became faster, and you began shaking from the wave of electricity between the both of you. Being so lost in the moment, you didn't pay attention to the knocking on the door.

"Oh shit!" You whispered out.

"I'm making you feel that good, huh?" Hoseok laughed.

"Yes, but Hoseok… the door!" You gestured ahead of you, watching it slightly creak open.

You ducked under the covers instantly, listening as your husband waited to see who was behind it.

"Hoseok, is it okay if I talk to you for a few minutes?" being met by the voice of your father, your heart started to race a mile a minute.

"Of course, sir." Hoseok responds almost timidly.

"Y/N's probably asleep right now, but I wanted to apologize for the way I acted during dinner. The comments I made about you and your relationship with her were inappropriate and uncalled for." He said.

During your entire life, you witnessed your father's stubborn ways, but rarely did you see him admit he was wrong.

"Mr. Y/L/N, I should apologize too for yelling at you and in front of Y/M/N. It's just, I don't know why you hate me so much." Hoseok stated.

Your heart almost pounded out of your chest at the sound of his words as you maintained your position under the covers. You spent many nights consoling him as he discussed his conflict with your father, but hearing him say the words to the man himself was almost surreal.

"Hoseok… I don't hate you at all. Y/N's my only daughter, and I don't want to see her getting hurt. Seeing how much you love her and how long you've been together, I know she's in good hands." Your father laughs a bit, soon joined by your husband.

"I appreciate it and accept your apology. Let's hope that these next few days can be peaceful and that we can develop a bond someday." Hoseok said.

They exchanged "goodnights" and the door shuts behind him when you rise up to be laying next to Hoseok.

"I'm glad you both made up. It was a long time coming." You mused as he positioned himself more comfortably.

"Yeah, it felt good to talk about everything, even if we’re so tired we won't remember it in the morning." He joked.

"Now that he's going back to sleep, do you think we can continue what we were doing before we were interrupted?" You bit your lip, still taking in all the satisfaction you felt earlier.

"Anything for you."

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[sugarushsugarec]

Tangle Free | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (could be gn if you’d like)

Genre: just tooth decaying fluff

AU: established relationship

Wordcount: 1,617

Summary: Bad days lead to you needing your boyfriend for comfort, specifically by playing with his hair.

Warnings:  Language. Ooey Gooey Love and Affection. Jungkook’s a little handsy but it’s not much.

Rating: PG15? 

AN: I had a shitty day. Jungkook did that damn video for Jimin’s birthday. I wanna play with his hair. I miss my Love Bug couple. Boom. The end. Thank you to the ever so beautiful @playmetheclassics for beta-reading and making the banner and divider @classicseffects. i love you

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

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Today is a shitty day. One of those days where nothing seems to go accordingly. It’s not even major things going wrong. It’s the smallest detail being off or the wrong sentence leading to an unnecessary argument. Getting the wrong milk in your coffee or putting on different colored socks. Or it’s the extra two minutes it takes to find your keys getting you stuck in traffic and being twenty minutes late to work when you would’ve been five minutes early. 

So again: today is a shitty day. You rush home the second you’re off work, shoes flying off the second your door is opened, and you rip off your clothes on the way to the room, barely acknowledging your boyfriend on the couch. You change from form fitting office attire to Jungkook’s baggy shirt and a pair of his biggest sweatpants. You want to feel small and nonexistent, which is the fastest way to do it. Thankfully, he loves you in his clothes. 

Is it a turn on? 

Absolutely. But it’s really more how much he loves you that you think of him and his clothes as your safety blanket. That after a shitty day, all you want to do is be smothered in the scent and feel of him. Or you can drown in his clothes and pretend he’s holding you if he's away. He completely and totally loves the love you have for him. 

You quickly put your hair up in a ponytail, wipe off your makeup, wash your face and brush your teeth, making yourself ready for bed at 7 PM. 

Finally, you exit your room to greet Jungkook, playing an online multiplayer game with his friends. He’s wearing Bluetooth earbuds instead of the hefty priced headphones you bought him for Christmas, but you don’t hold it against him. He doesn’t want to mess up his hair. 

You grab a bottle of wine, two glasses and some random snacks, not caring if it pairs well with the wine, and head for the couch. You quietly sneak your way onto the couch, staying silent while he yells at whoever’s on the other end for their bad decision-making skills. 

There’s a brief loading screen where he looks at you with the bottle of wine in hand and a raised eyebrow, silently asking if he wants some. He nods, quickly taking in your appearance in confusion. 

After you hand him his glass, the game resumes, he takes two sips, handing you the glass back to put on the coffee table. He raises his arm, not letting go of the controller as you crawl underneath, perfectly curling up against his side. 

Your legs drape over his thigh, settling between his spread ones, and your hand slips into his hoodie’s front pocket, gently rubbing his stomach through the fabric. His head is just a few inches away from your head, placing quiet kisses in between rounds. 

You stay silent in his arms for about forty-five minutes, listening to him strategize with his friends, celebrate when they won, or groan in frustration when they would lose. It’s one of your favorite ways to spend time after a long day; him unwinding with his video games and friends, and you with just him and his proximity. 

You’re slipping into dreamland when you can suddenly feel hands moving your body around. You open your eyes to find the television off, the controller on the coffee table, and your boyfriend’s hand on your legs, lightly massaging them. 

“There you are. Come up, Love Bug, I’m all yours now.” He whispers against your scalp that’s received many kisses already tonight. You stretch your legs out as you move off him, only to crawl back on him, straddling him with legs on either side of his. His hands find their place on your hips, just above your ass, and you reach for his glasses he had you pick out for him, placing them on the couch next to you. Your hands eventually find their way into his long hair that you had begged him to keep growing out. 

You lean your forehead to his, eyes closed as you finally take your first deep breath today, shakingly letting it out with a small smile. Finally, letting the stress of the shitty day leave your mind so you can focus solely on your beautiful boyfriend that you love. 

“Hey,” he bumps your nose with his, gaining your attention back. You smile in response, bumping his nose back. 

“Everything okay, Bug? Do I need to fight someone? You know I will. Just give me a name and a place, and I’ll knock them out for you.” 

You finally let out a noise, a faint chuckle as your fingers continue running through his hair, tugging at the roots every so often. 

“I’m okay. Weird shitty day. Just needed to be near you to make it better.” You finally say, calming his worries that he’d have to fight someone. You pull your face away from him, kissing his forehead briefly. 

“And is it? Making it better?” You nod, staring at his long black hair. He has naturally straight hair, but the longer it gets, the more it starts to wave and right now, it’s at this perfectly awkward length that it wisps outward where his bangs end, and you love it. You can’t stop yourself from playing with it any chance you get. 

“So much better… ” your voice trails off as you start parting his hair, brushing it with your fingers. You bring the top half back, pinning it in place with your fingers and letting his wispy bangs flow freely. 

“Can I play with your hair, Koo?” You already know it’s a yes; he loves it just as much as you do, often falling asleep while you play because it feels so nice. “Anything you want, Bug, have at it.”

Grinning, you pull your hair out of the ponytail and place the hair tie on your wrist. He hands you the one already on his own wrist and leans forward, so you have better access to the back of the head. 

The fun thing about Jungkook’s hair is how easy it is to manipulate. To make it curl a specific way or to part it differently than what it’s used to. It adapts relatively well, and you enjoy it so much because it gives you more opportunity to play. First, you put the top half in a ponytail the way he usually has it, giggling at his little hair sprout. Then you give him pigtails, telling him he’d be adorable in a schoolgirl’s outfit. 

“I think I’d be sexy, not adorable.” You smirk at his complaint, curling the hair around your finger and holding it for a second before letting a very loose, barely there curl fall from it. 

“Hmm. Maybe adorably sexy.” You murmur, focusing on the other pigtail. He hums in response, hands sliding down to your ass and giving a squeeze as a warning. You smile, leaning back to admire the adorable pigtails, booping his nose quickly before taking the hair ties out again. 

You run your fingers through his soft locks again, admiring his healthy hair and how he relaxes further into the couch at your touch. 

“Can I try braiding it again?” 

“You have to ask?” He asks, eyes shut and a sleepy smile on his face. 

“It’s the polite thing to do.” You quip, grabbing any section you can and trying to braid any amount of hair you can. It’s still too short, but you’re silently hoping one day you can make it go past his chin. 

There was a time Jungkook hated people touching his hair. He hated the sensation of it and it took a long time for him to adjust to hair stylists constantly touching it and his friends jokingly messing it up. But even then, he only let people he trusted to touch his hair. 

After a few dates with you, you had mentioned in passing how much you loved playing with your roommate’s hair. Saying it was therapeutic to you that instead of talking about it, you could get lost in braiding his hair, tying various knots, and doing whatever you wanted with it. 

Although Jungkook knew full well there was never going to be anything between you and Danny, and ignoring that you two had only been on a handful of dates and you were still skittish about physical affection, his stupid jealousy kicked in. Jungkook wanted someone to play with his hair for the first time in his life. He specifically wanted you to run your fingers through it. 

And it quickly became a thing you only ever did with him. It was your thing together, your way of quietly reassuring each other of how much you loved and trusted one another.

Giving up on the braids, you run through his hair again, letting it settle naturally back to its original placement. He lets out a subtle whine at the loss of your fingers, making you giggle when you lean down to kiss him. 

“Thank you, Koo.” you tilt up to kiss his nose.

 “I love you.”

He hums, hands still on your lower half, pulling you forward to keep you as close as possible. 

“I love you too, Bug. We should go to bed.” You nod as he pulls you into a hug, your arms wrapping tight around him when he scoots forward, hands finding a new spot on the back of your thighs as he stands up, letting you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. You tuck your face into his neck, leaving butterfly kisses as he walks you both to bed.

I just missed them, I hope you enjoyed 💜

[sugarushsugarec]

OMG! BTW I FORGOT IN THE FIRST COMENT.

I literally forgot to mention my favorite part, how could I forget it?

Tha scene of them, laying down together and cuddling and watching tv together, while Jimin caresses her hair? Please just let me live inside that! Please!

That literary had me on my knees, in that moment I could really see their future together. I can even see them dancing sexily on a club, maybe make Tae and Jenny a bit jealous then go back to his, Jimin’s, place and have really dirty and nasty sex, to finish it off with cuddling and so much sugary after care that will make everyone sick.

Sorry but I just had to let it out once again, I think the first hype wasn’t really enough, and didn’t really make justice to how much I loved the fic. Plus I forgot to mention my favorite part.

Make an Offer (M)

Sensuous, sexy, erotic

How you working your body

You gon’ make me do it, do it to you

• Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Jimin x Sugar Baby!(F)Reader  

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Sugar Daddy!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers (?)  

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 14.8k

• Summary: Money in exchange for companionship and fucking? It was an arrangement that you were comfortably taking part in with your current sugar daddy. But when you lock eyes with a stranger during a night out, you’re approached with an offer that could shake things up.  

• Warnings/themes: Merchbox. Jimin. 🥵, cheating but not cheating?, sugar daddies, open relationship, Tae is a damn cheapskate, Jimin’s dancing is an automatic warning, drinking, hooking up, flirting, Jimin makes an offer Y/N can’t refuse, teasing, making out, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), Jimin and Y/N’s CHAINS 🤪, edging, spanking, begging, daddy kink I don’t usually do this but it fits the fic shhh, bath sex, protected sex (shield yourself!), multiple positions

• Playlist: 🎧

• Song Inspo: Seduction - Usher (Spotify | Soundcloud)  

• Notes: *sighs* I wasn’t planning to make anything new for the mochi’s birthday, but thanks to having a nice convo with @ressjeon​, it turned into something bigger 😅 I’m definitely doing some things in here that I normally wouldn’t write about, but it fits the circumstances! Besides, I’ll do anything for Merchbox!Jimin… 🥴💦💦💦 A huge thanks to @jeonspub​​ for beta’ing with some lovely suggestions and tips (and comments that had me rolling)! 💖 Happy birthday to our sassy lil’ mochi man! 🎂

Crossposted to AO3.

• Taglist: @parkdatjimin​​ @jimilter​​ @joontied​​ @highly-functioning-mitochondria​​ @swweetnightt​​ @sunshinerainbowsbts​​ @minttangerines​​ @miscelunaaa​​ @sugalaritae​​ @herecomesjoon​​ @crisle19​​ @codeinebelle​​ @ssaboala​​ @effielumiere​​ ​​ @nglmrk​​ @m1sss1mp​​ @bebejungkook​​ @jiminscheekies​​ @firesighgirl​​

“What do you want to drink, baby?”

“Mm, a round of martinis sounds nice.”

You weren’t surprised to have Taehyung look at the bar with apprehension before fixing you with a placating smile.

“Why don’t we start off with one and go from there, hm?”

It took a second but you managed to keep your honeyed smile from souring.

“If you say so, Tae.”

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[sugarushsugarec]

Aj, what can I say? As always you delivered another perfectly made fic.

Your writing is always perfect, how the story is set, how I could clearly picture the club and the bathroom.

I’m always impressed of how you can translate Jimin’s flirtness into words, I can literally see him like that.

I loved the story, the build up, how OC took the lemons and made a lemonade with Jimin. Maybe I’m being greedy but I’d love to see them together again, but OC as his sugar baby just so we can see how much better of a sugar daddy Jimin can be. Because honestly I’m disappointed on Tae, but I know it’s better for OC that things are like that.

I just love it. 🥵🍑

Make an Offer (M)

Sensuous, sexy, erotic

How you working your body

You gon’ make me do it, do it to you

• Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Jimin x Sugar Baby!(F)Reader  

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Sugar Daddy!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers (?)  

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 14.8k

• Summary: Money in exchange for companionship and fucking? It was an arrangement that you were comfortably taking part in with your current sugar daddy. But when you lock eyes with a stranger during a night out, you’re approached with an offer that could shake things up.  

• Warnings/themes: Merchbox. Jimin. 🥵, cheating but not cheating?, sugar daddies, open relationship, Tae is a damn cheapskate, Jimin’s dancing is an automatic warning, drinking, hooking up, flirting, Jimin makes an offer Y/N can’t refuse, teasing, making out, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), Jimin and Y/N’s CHAINS 🤪, edging, spanking, begging, daddy kink I don’t usually do this but it fits the fic shhh, bath sex, protected sex (shield yourself!), multiple positions

• Playlist: 🎧

• Song Inspo: Seduction - Usher (Spotify | Soundcloud)  

• Notes: *sighs* I wasn’t planning to make anything new for the mochi’s birthday, but thanks to having a nice convo with @ressjeon​, it turned into something bigger 😅 I’m definitely doing some things in here that I normally wouldn’t write about, but it fits the circumstances! Besides, I’ll do anything for Merchbox!Jimin… 🥴💦💦💦 A huge thanks to @jeonspub​​ for beta’ing with some lovely suggestions and tips (and comments that had me rolling)! 💖 Happy birthday to our sassy lil’ mochi man! 🎂

Crossposted to AO3.

• Taglist: @parkdatjimin​​ @jimilter​​ @joontied​​ @highly-functioning-mitochondria​​ @swweetnightt​​ @sunshinerainbowsbts​​ @minttangerines​​ @miscelunaaa​​ @sugalaritae​​ @herecomesjoon​​ @crisle19​​ @codeinebelle​​ @ssaboala​​ @effielumiere​​ ​​ @nglmrk​​ @m1sss1mp​​ @bebejungkook​​ @jiminscheekies​​ @firesighgirl​​

“What do you want to drink, baby?”

“Mm, a round of martinis sounds nice.”

You weren’t surprised to have Taehyung look at the bar with apprehension before fixing you with a placating smile.

“Why don’t we start off with one and go from there, hm?”

It took a second but you managed to keep your honeyed smile from souring.

“If you say so, Tae.”

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[sugarushsugarec]

This is so cute.

I really wish I was sharing a bath with him today.

I wish I could write something more interesting as feedback, I should have done it when I read it during the week. But I left to do it on the weekend and today I’m not in my best mind to do it.

I haven’t read the main fic or series that this fic breaches from, but I loved their synergy and companionship. I’m surely going to add the main fic to my to-read list.

Splish (An Intersect Drabble) | KNJ

Splish (An Intersect drabble)

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞 (NSFW)

Genre: Established relationship; PWP; smut; sprinkle of fluff

Warnings: dirty talk; exhibitionism; edging; fingering; clit play; tub sex; riding; breast play; nipple play; heavy petting; unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; cussing; cuddling; aftercare; domestic life

Word count: 3,811 words

Summary: You and Namjoon find a way to reconnect after a busy summer at work.

A/N: Fine. Another horny word-vomit piece, after that Weverse photo. But I calmed down, took a little nap and decided to tie it into my Intersect!AU, which you do not necessarily have to read to get the references. 🤗 It's soft...a little filthy...and then soft again. I slipped a tiny Friends reference in there, if you can catch it 😅 The title was taken from Miguel’s song, “Skywalker,” (don’t wait to jump in too long 🤭)…or if you prefer Bobby Darin’s song, that works, too!

Namjoon trudges through the doorway after his final day of working overtime. The summers were always tough at the office—it was the busiest time with new contract bids and the end of the fiscal year to cap it all off.

“Hey, baby,” you greet him from where you sat on the couch. You got home hours before he did, after your deputy, Lee, offered to wrap up the final day of contract proposals addressed to the Foundation. You and Haejin would start poring over them in the coming days to determine which firm you would award contracts to.

“Hi,” he managed to say. He tosses his keys, phone, and jacket on the adjacent couch before plopping himself next to you, leaning his head back against the couch cushions.

It was the end of the week and he was feeling drained after sitting in back-to-back budget meetings with Jin, and at the same time, mentoring Jimin and Taehyung as they settle into more senior positions at the firm.

You scoot closer to him, pushing some errant strands off his eyebrow. “Rough day?”

Leaning into your touch, he gives you a small nod.

“Have you eaten?” You start to get up from the couch, “I can make you something–”

He shook his head gently before crawling up to you, making you sit back down so he can nuzzle into your neck.

Your arms instinctively envelop him into a warm embrace. His frame was much larger than yours–you found it imposing and sexy at the same time. But when he craved contact like this, he wasn’t afraid to make himself smaller. He was just a big teddy bear.

He exhaled deeply, feeling relieved to wrap up a very busy few months and that he can finally spend quality time with you.

You run your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently at each pass. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?”

“No…too tired to chew,” he croaks out..

“Well, that’s a first,” you chuckle teasingly. As payback, he poked you on your side where you were ticklish, making you yelp and recoil your body from him. “I’m kidding,” you giggled. “Is there anything I can do? Besides turning myself into a cushion for you?”

His laugh reverberates through you. “Can’t we just stay here,” he mumbled.

Your hand travels down his spine and back up into his shoulders, giving it a squeeze. 

He moans softly at the pressure, making you shift your hand onto his other shoulder to massage it. There was so much pent up tension in them.

“That feels so nice,” he drawls.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

******

“I don’t know about this, YN,” He says skeptically, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your new place’s en suite bathroom had a shower and a large soaking tub–which your brother, Jungkook, took full advantage of whenever he would house-sit when you and Namjoon were away on vacation or traveling for work.

He watched while you sat on the outer edge of the tub, putting in a couple drops of calming essential oils into the water.

You wave him off. “Shush…don’t knock it ‘til you try it!”

He hissed through his teeth and flexed his mouth awkwardly, unconvinced. “Yeeeahh but…I don’t really know if I’m a bath-guy.” Namjoon preferred your high-pressure shower, with scalding water beating down his back to ease some of the tension in his shoulders.

“I can get you a little battleship to play with, if that makes you feel better?” You joked while you swirl the oils around in the water, the scent melding with the bubbles that had already formed on the surface.

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny,” he deadpanned.

Once the room was filled with soothing aroma, you flick your fingers over the tub, shaking off the bubbles and excess water that clung to your skin. You turn your attention to him, standing in the middle of your bathroom, barefoot, with his hands on his hips.

You turn the taps to shut the water off once it reaches an ideal level for him to soak in. “Your bath is ready, sir,” you say with a smile and a slight tilt of your head.

The corners of his mouth twitched and he bites down at his bottom lip. “Mm…are we doing that tonight, too?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him. “Next time, you fiend!”

Role-playing was exciting every now and then but you genuinely just wanted to make him feel relaxed tonight.

With a defeated sigh, he took a couple of steps closer and started to loosen his tie. Getting up from where you sat, you moved towards him and placed your hand on his, making him pause his actions.

“Let me.” You offer. His hands drop to his sides and he lets you undress him.

“Can I do it for you, too?” His voice is low and raspy.

You smirk at him and shake your head ‘no.’ You pushed his shirt past his broad shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Your hands gripped at his belt to unfasten it, undoing the top button then unzipping it. Wedging your hands between his waistband and his ass, you rid him of his boxer-briefs and trousers in one smooth move.

Your eyes drift lower to find that he was already sporting a semi. Seeing the hunger in your eyes, his large hand drifted over to your side and reached around to palm your ass. “You know, I can just carry you to the bed and we can skip this whole slow burn and get to the good part!”

“Joon!” You laugh at your man’s impatience and step back from him. “Just let me do this, please?” You stand your ground even though it was extremely difficult to do so while he stood there completely naked in front of you.

He let out a groan of frustration but relented anyway. He found it difficult to say ‘no’, especially when it came to you.

“Go on,” you motioned towards the tub. He stepped in and settled beneath the bubbles, inhaling scents of lavender and ylang-ylang. He closed his eyes and let out a hum of appreciation once the warm water calmed him.

You grinned in satisfaction. “See? What did I tell you?”

“Fine…I’m slowly getting why this is one of your favorite things to do,” he comments, while leaning his back against the tub, resting his neck on the rolled up towel that you propped at the end to cradle his head.

You shrugged. “Maybe we should do baths more often now,” you coaxed. He lifted his arms and rested them on the sides of the tub.

Opening one eye, he flashed a dimple at you. “I’ll only enjoy it if you’re in here naked with me.”

You smiled at his cheekiness, but ignored his proposition. You reached above the water spout to grab the sponge and knelt beside the tub. You dip the sponge into the water then squeeze it over his bare chest. You watched the suds slither down his skin before swirling the sponge carefully on his skin.

Once you were done with his chest and arms, you move behind him. You tap him on the shoulder, urging him to lean forward so you could scrub his back.

You couldn’t deny yourself the pleasure of admiring him like this. Thinking about how much he drove you crazy…and how much you loved him.

Your head tilts in silent contemplation. Although he’s always said that you made him weak in the knees, you were just as overcome by him. He had a certain power over you. Though it was soft and gentle–it was still potent enough to knock you off your feet.

Your mind continues to wander as you watch his legs shifting under water.

“YN?”

You are awakened from thoughts of him by the soft sound of your name, and you turn to find his neck arched backward and a hand held out to you. 

“Please.” His eyes were soft, inviting, and full of need–for you.

How could you stand to refuse him again with that look etched all over his face?

Simply put, you couldn’t. You get up from behind him and strip down. Eyes never leaving you, he blindly reaches down beneath his leg, pulling the plug to drain some of the water from the tub. Once the water level was low enough to avoid flooding your bathroom when you got in, he pushed it down to seal it again.

You took his hand, step into the tub, then lower yourself as he carefully brings you down with him until you’re snug between his thighs.

He releases your hair from the claw clip that holds it up, pushes it over your shoulder and down your front then pulls your back flush against his chest. “That’s more like it.”

“This was not exactly what I had planned when I said that I wanted to take care of you.” Your arms come up over your head and reach back to circle his neck, your head resting to the side, eyes closing.

“Plans change, baby.” His hands brush the exposed underside of your arms before they slide down onto your stomach. “You just have to roll with it.” Your legs intertwine with his, slippery skin on slippery skin.

You turn your cheek and sigh. “I’ve missed you.” You couldn’t help but voice your longing for him. It’s been so long since you spent quality time like this. Work has blurred time in the past few months and not that you were complaining, but the quickies that you snuck in on random days and nights were just not doing it for you anymore.

”Me too,” he murmured against your temple. “At least everything’s calmer for us now…and we can have more of this.” He laces his fingers with yours.

You knew your busy season was coming to an end and that gave you comfort. You were so looking forward to reconnecting.

A comfortable silence falls, him snoozing peacefully, you staring at the ceiling, happy to let him rest undisturbed.

Minutes later, you feel him absentmindedly tracing circles on your hips with the tips of his fingers. He relished whenever you squirmed in reaction to it. You sigh deeply, trying to quell the heat pooling in the pit of your belly.

Then his chest lifts, rolling you upon it. He flattens his palms on your hips and strokes down onto your thighs, making wider circles across your skin. Your body instinctively tenses at his touch, making your nipples come up through the water’s surface. Your arms, still linked over his head, shift a little, as does your bottom, giving him a treat for his hardening length. He flinches slightly and stills his hands.

Two can play that game.

You shift again, and this time he growls under his breath, biting down on his teeth to get through the feeling of your ass nuzzling his cock. 

His hands move of their own volition and slide inward, taking his touch to the apex of your thighs, letting his senses guide him. Right now, his senses want you in every way possible.

His face plummets into your hair and he inhales, his fingers creeping closer to your center. Your legs spread as wide as the tub can allow, giving him better access. You nuzzle your cheek to his pectoral, your eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

He knew at that point that all systems were go once your hips started to buck at the stroke of his hand–but he decides to prolong the agony a bit more.

“Want me to touch you there, baby?” He asks quietly, skimming the swollen entrance teasingly before withdrawing, going back to circling your thighs. Your back arches, breasts lifting, sending streams of water pouring down the sides of your body.

He doesn’t accept your wordless answer. “Is that a yes?”

One hand leaves the back of his neck and reaches down for his hand, trying to guide it exactly where you wanted it. The fact that that’s where he wanted his hand craved to be, too, is beside the point. He needs to hear you ask. Nicely.

“Say it,” he all but growls, resisting your attempts to move his hand. “You want my fingers in your cunt?” He breaks free of your hold and takes his hands up to your wet breasts, cupping each one.

All you seem to be able to do is mumble broken sounds of pleasure, water lapping your body as you squirm on top of him. You let out a pathetic squeak when he tugged at your taut nipples–the sensation being too much for you.

He dips his head and nibbles at your ear. “Use your words, love.”

You dragged out a moan. “Hmmm…yes.” 

He smiled. “That’s better.” His hands drift back underwater to between your legs, massaging them gently, still keeping his touch just shy of your entrance.

Fuck, he made you feel so good.

You were so wet, so warm for him. Your whole body goes lax, every curve melting into his chest and legs, your weight perfectly balanced on him, your arms curled back around his neck again. Your head falls limply to the side, eyes drowsy, and he just watches, completely captivated as he plays with you, teases you…until he shallowly dips his finger…only to withdraw it quickly.

You whine at the aching feeling of emptiness.

“Feel good?” He whispers, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

Your answer is a long, breathy sigh. His cock felt so hard against your back, but he took his time fighting every instinct to roll you both over and just sink deep into you. He simply enjoyed watching you take the pleasure he was giving.

His touch glides in and out of your swollen flesh with ease; your walls sucking in his fingers greedily. The tips of your nipples beckon him. The only sign of your slow build to orgasm is the increasing tension in your body. He could always tell by touch and feel but it was more evident to him when you were spread over him like this, with your back slipping across his chest.

Part of him wants to maintain this level of pleasure for you, where you’re teetering right on the edge, holding you at the precipice when you were so close to seizing your climax. But then there’s the other half of him who just wants to hear you scream his name.

While he seems slightly distracted, you take control back when you spin around the tub and you’re on your knees, the juncture between your thighs perfectly aligned with his raging hardon. 

He clings to the edges of the tub, surging forward to make room for you to slide your legs on either side of him, all the while supporting your weight. Water sloshes around and a fair amount spills onto the bathroom floor while you get into position, your ass cheeks settling on his thighs…a hair’s breadth away from your intended target.

He wriggles underneath you, nuzzling his nose, his cheek, his chin against your neck. The slightest shift of your hips sends his cock plunging into you with ease. You choke out your surprise then watch him grit his teeth, every inch of his skin covered in goosebumps.

You both fight hard to control your breathing. “That…was not fair,” he panted against your cheek, his cock pulsating wildly, desperate to lunge forward.

“I’m sorry, are you complaining?” You cock your head and an eyebrow at him while your thumb rubbed over the flat disk of his nipple. Once. And again. His mouth narrowed into a line, deepening his dimples as he bit back a groan. He sheepishly tears his gaze away from you.

“Didn’t think so,” you say triumphantly before attacking his mouth with a firm but gentle force, whimpering happily when he doesn’t put up a fight. You have him just where you want him, relishing in the thought that he finds you irresistible.

He palms your ass while he guides you in slow circles, grinding into him while he hums into your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours. You pull back, needing to see his face.

“I want to see you.” Your heart is beating, hard and steady. You needed to see those dragon eyes. It’s quite an effort for him given the sensation of you riding him, but he drags them open anyway, his lashes wet and heavy, his gaze dripping with yearning and want.

“I love you.” He whispers before his head drops back against the tub, the muscles in his neck failing him. “You’re so good to me.”

“I…” you trail off, leaning into him while your forehead pressed against his on a groan. “...Love you, Joon,” you utter, while your walls contract around his cock. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

He counters immediately. “You are,” Your eyes are so close together that your lashes touch. “Believe me, you are.” He bucks his hips, driving deeply. Now you start to lose the ability to keep your eyes open. Your lids drop, fingers now gripping his hair while your core spasms around him.

“No, no–you have to keep them open,” he demands, “I need you to see how good you make me feel.”

Your eyes fly open. “Yeah?” You pant, and he nods. You grab onto the sides of the tub for leverage and rock your hips hard against him making him growl when he feels his cock hit the tip of your cervix. “God, I love it when you fuck me like this,” he grits, digging his fingers into your hips.

You were in awe at how you and Namjoon have maintained your connection after all of the challenges your relationship has been through. Yours was a connection so ridiculously electric that neither of you could stop the onset of the current once you were in the same room.

You still bicker every now and then, especially when things get stressful and you unintentionally snap at each other. Although the makeup sex and angry sex were hot, it was this slow, sweet pace that always made you soar.

“Fuck, Joon….” Your fingers tighten in his hair, the rhythmic clenches of your walls while your clit strokes his cock takes him closer to his climax. “I’m…clo…ahh.” You murmured somewhat incoherently, the constant assault to your center bringing tears to your eyes.

“I know,” he breathes, “Me, too.” His arms crawling up your back, you take him in a tight hug as you both chase your release. Bodies crushed together, your hips flexing in sync, swallowing each other’s breaths and moans while your eye contact never faltered.

You go first, but he’s not so far behind. Your body goes rigid, your jaw tight while he lets out a long, primal growl as you feel him spurting into you.

“Ahhh, fuck.” Air bursts out of him, the bloodrush in his face dissipates as he visibly relaxes. Although the sensitivity starts to become too much for him, he endures it, seeing that you were still riding the waves of your orgasm.

And when you’re over it, you collapse on his chest like jello, gasping for breath.

“You…are…amazing,” he rasped.

You laugh weakly. “I just wanted to give you a bath.”

He snorted. “You just wanted to get me naked and wet—which is what you really should have led with,” You sink your teeth on his shoulder, making his body jolt in laughter.

You both settle, relaxed, sated, and happy. And that’s exactly how you remain until the water is too cold for his liking. You had goosebumps all over you, no matter how much he rubs his hands all over your back and arms.

“C’mon, let’s dry off.”

You resist him at first when he tries to get up, becoming dead weight on his chest. “But I’m comfy,” you whined.

He lifts your head gently off him. “And you are going to catch a cold. Now, c’mon, please?” You acquiesce and release your hold on him. He reaches for the rack behind him for a towel then lays it by the side of the tub to keep you from slipping since the bath-mat was soaked through from your earlier activities. So much for trying to preempt it.

He helps you on your feet and takes another towel, draping you in it while he wraps one securely around his waist.

He goes on to rub at your wet hair while you stand motionless before him, letting him do what he needs to. When he finishes, you raise your arms up and he wraps it around your body.

You take him by surprise by grabbing the towel wrapped around his waist and mirror his previous actions on you, drying the expanse of his back, then making him yelp when you give his bare ass a light smack to finish off.

After putting on a pair of shorts, he offers to tidy up in the bathroom and start a load of laundry for you.

You thank him with a kiss, then slip into one of his oversized, lived-in college hoodies before heading into the kitchen.

******

The scent of grilled beef and noodles lures him out of your bedroom, parking himself on one of the stools at your kitchen counter. He sat there in silence, watching you make him a meal while you were barefoot, dressed in just your underwear and his hoodie.

You scoop a serving into a bowl, set it down on the surface then hand him a pair of chopsticks.

Before he takes them from you, he tries to argue, “You know you didn’t have to—“

“Joon—I said, let me take care of you,” you say firmly before planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Now eat up.”

He knows this was a battle he wasn’t going to win. He nodded obediently and mouthed his thanks.

You take the seat next to him and he takes comfort in resting his left hand on your knee. Your skin alights when his fingers absently brush against it every now and then.

You smile while listening to him intently as he continues to chew on his food then talk about his day. And he didn’t seem to mind when you fidget with the ring on his finger, slowly spinning it while you hum and nod at his anecdotes.

He halts his rambling, turning his head in your direction. “Do we have any dessert?” he wondered out loud. For someone supposedly too tired to chew earlier, he seems to have gotten a second wind.

“Yeah, we do,” you answer quickly but pause for suspense.

His eyes light up in anticipation. “And?”

“It’s mint-chocolate ice cream!”

He threw his head back and groaned loudly, nearly falling off his chair while your laughs ring through your home.

You’ve reached the end! Thank you so much for reading!

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[sugarushsugarec]

Omg! This is so cute!

I love how I can really just picture Namjoon as being the worry bag dad. He is made of Daddy material and not only for wife but for his daughter too. This is the dad Joon I see.

Also the way he is perfectly described by OC, how his back and shoulder are broad, his muscular body. Also his brains. Just absolutely hot.

The fact he read about the best position to have sex and get pregnant had me crackling, it’s really so like him.

But truly the highlight was Jimin “teaching” Hyejoo how to say the f sound. When he tries to apologize it was so clear to me what happened.

Love it! 😍

new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k 

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for… except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon…. as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu​ ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don’t make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

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[sugarushsugarec]

Did I read the title wrong 1000001 times looking at the banner? Yes.

Did I love the fic? Yes.

Just the fact that OC was naïve to think that boys wouldn’t jerk of in the studio is cute! But Yoongi is such a tease and clearly is happy that she is having sexual fantasies about him.

I can see his smug smirk and it makes me want to slap and kiss it out of his face.

Part two is also incredible!

better than sex | myg | 1

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bantan’s next album. A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 4.7k

🍊Parts: 1 ◆ 2

🍑Warnings: yoongi touches boobs, masturbation (m/f), a lot more smut to come in future chapters

🍑A/N: this fic started as a shower thought🚿

As a songwriter and producer, you’re expected to create something out of nothing. You’re expected to turn a blank canvas into the next big hit—something unique, something that would never exist without you. But the thing is, nothing is truly ever spawned out of thin air. Like superheroes who save the world, every song has its own origin story.

This, of course, includes the final track you’ve been working on for Bangtan’s next album. As with many of your best tracks, inspiration hit you while you were showering at one in the morning. Sometimes the inspiration is a reflection of how good or bad your day went. Sometimes it’s sparked by the fruity dessert you just devoured, or the heated breakup you witnessed on your walk home. But not this one.

This one was lust. More specifically, it was the lust you felt after entering Genius Lab with pure intentions and leaving with the vivid mental image of Min Yoongi jerking off in his studio. You hadn’t caught him outright with his hand around his cock, but you certainly walked in before he had time to hide the evidence. You’d always thought him to be a man who never slips up, never shows any sign of weakness. 

But boy did he slip up.

One week ago

“Hey Piano Guy, can I borrow you for a sec?” You knock on the studio door next to yours. “I have a melody in my head right now, and I think it’d sound kinda sick on the piano.”

After 30 seconds, there’s still no response. You could always work it out on the piano by yourself, but it’s a lot easier with an extra set of hands. And besides, you don’t hate the idea of spending time with the handsome boy.

“Yoongi, please. Before I forget how it goes. My memory is fading, please.” Just as you raise your fist to pound on his door some more, it swings open. Yoongi leans against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket. The first thing he does is pinch down on the hem of your sleeve, coaxing you to lower your fist out of his face. You don’t think too much about how his forehead and cheeks are looking extra dewy today. He smells like his usual cedarwood cologne, so you don’t suppose he just finished working out, either.

“Isn’t it too early for you to be picking fights with me?” His voice is low and calm, almost like he’d just woken up. On most days, you probably would fight him—he’s the enemy, after all. Not like an actual enemy, though. Just someone who goes along with your banter and gives you something to look forward to at work. Unfortunately, there’s no time for his teasing when there’s a billion-dollar melody on the line.

“I’m not picking a fight with you.” As you correct him, you do a mental calculation of the space between Yoongi’s body and the opposite side of the doorframe. A tight fit, but it might be just enough room to weasel your way in. “I’m enlisting your help for a potential song idea.” 

He must’ve caught a glimpse of that mischievous sparkle in your eye because he’s quick to put his arm up across the entrance. “Don’t even think about it.” 

You frown, but it doesn’t last long. With a playful grin and fluttery eyelashes, you say, “C’mon, this could be the hook that wins Bangtan a Grammy.”

You notice his fingers slowly slipping against the doorframe. The ends of his lips curve upward ever so slightly. This barricade is coming down whether he likes it or not.

Yoongi looks behind him, combs his fingers through his hair, and lets out a sigh. “You need me? Like right now?”

It’s hard to tell if he’s genuinely trying to shoo you away or if he just wants you to admit that you enjoy being around him. Usually, it’s the latter. But he does seem a bit off today.

“I mean, I could ask Namjoon—”

“Five minutes,” Yoongi cuts you off, dragging you with him into his lair and mumbling to himself about “the things he does for you” and how “you act like you can’t figure it out yourself on the guitar.” You take a seat at the piano bench and pull the boy down right beside you. He supposedly only has a handful of minutes to spare in his busy schedule, and yet here he is, taking his sweet time warming up with some scales.

Either he doesn’t trust Namjoon’s piano skills, or someone’s a little jealous.

For as many times as you’ve watched Yoongi at the piano, it never gets old. His long fingers stroke each key so gracefully, yet with purpose. It takes way more than a few years of dedication and a genuine love of the instrument to be at his level. It’s mesmerizing.

“So what’s this Grammy award-winning banger you speak of?” he asks, creating his own piano version of Yet To Come. Oh right, the banger. How did it go again?

You search every inch of your brain, but instead of recalling the melody you felt so confident in, all you find are Yoongi’s piano covers of Bangtan songs. Well this is awkward.

“It… kind of disappeared from my memory,” you say in a hushed voice, still staring down at the keys. In your defense, Yoongi was a huge distraction with those dexterous piano fingers.

He stops mid-measure and shakes his head at you. “Tsk, tsk, Y/N.” Rather than annoyed, he’s amused. “So were you just using that as an excuse to infiltrate Genius Lab or what?”

You roll your eyes. Yoongi always acts like his studio is some sort of sacred chamber only accessible to those he deems worthy. Maybe you should set up your own high-tech security system for your studio so that you don’t get 20 weekly visits from him like an alley cat coming back for more table scraps.

“Bold assumption, but I only came here with the purest of intentions.” With a hmph, you slide your ass off the bench. Instead of heading for the door, you wander over to the side of his studio with all of the fancy producer equipment. You make yourself comfortable and spin around in his big cushy chair. It’s still radiating leftover heat from Yoongi’s own ass cheeks. “Were you in the middle of something just before I got here?”

The boy strides over, waiting for you to have your back to his desk. He steadies the chair with a strong hand so that you’re facing him and can’t spin around anymore. “That’s confidential information.”

“This chair is still warm, so you were obviously sitting here working on something. You might as well fess up.” You hug your knees to your chest and peer up at him with wonder. “Is it your solo album?”

He doesn’t answer you right away. It’s a yes-or-no question. There shouldn’t be anything to think about. Eventually, though, he shakes his head.

You try not to frown so he doesn’t see your disappointment. Ever since D-2, you’ve been patiently waiting for a solo album from him. Because you’d love to snag a spot on it as one of the producers he collaborates with. But Yoongi doesn’t need to know that right now.

“Can you at least give me a hint, then?” You hop out of the chair, scurry around the boy, and examine his desk. Not much is on it aside from his computer, a few MIDI controllers, and a black bottle of cologne. You wiggle the mouse around to wake the computer up, but the screen remains dark. “Seriously? You turned your computer off so I wouldn’t be able to snoop? Is that why it took you a decade to answer the door?”

“We all know how nosy you are. Like a curious kitten.” His voice comes from right behind you. With the clicks of several buttons, the computer screen flashes on, and he types his password in faster than you can decode it. He takes control of the mouse, but you don’t move out of the way. You can feel just how close his body is to yours, and the cedarwood is starting to drown your mind in mildly dangerous thoughts.

As Yoongi looks through his files for a track that’s “safe enough to show you,” your eyes lock onto the fancy black bottle of that intoxicating cologne. It looks expensive, sleek, and something you’d want to get your paws on. 

You scan the bottle for a brand, a name for the scent—anything that will help you get ahold of what’s on Yoongi’s body. But all you find on the front side of the bottle is a simple product description: Personal Moisturizer.

That’s definitely not cologne. 

You quickly turn back to the computer screen. An unfinished hip-hop track you’ve never heard before is playing in the background. You don’t even know when Yoongi pressed play. All you know is that you can’t exactly focus on music right now.

You’ve been in Yoongi’s studio plenty of times, and you’ve never seen this bottle sitting so casually on his desk like that. Probably because it’s normally stored away where curious kittens would never check. If it’s still lying around out in the open, then… 

Oh god. You’re so fucking oblivious.

No wonder he was trying to shoo you away. No wonder he looked like he’d just gone through an intense workout. No wonder his chair was still warm but his computer wasn’t on. He wasn’t in the middle of work when you knocked on the door. Min Yoongi was in the middle of jerking off, and you just entered his studio without a single clue.

Oh no. You can’t unsee it. It’s too vivid—the image of him panting, slumped in the same chair you were spinning around in like an idiot, hand around his hard wet cock. The long fingers that danced across the piano keys so elegantly were the same violent set of fingers that stroked him into a fervorous state where every ounce of his stoic demeanor had come undone. If his computer wasn’t on with porn plastered across the screen, you wonder who or what he was getting off to. 

A tiny, tiny part of you hopes it was you on his mind.

The funny thing is, you’ve never once even thought about him like that. Sure, the two of you have some flirty banter going on, but to you, he’s always been the kind of guy who’s more focused on his music than his sex life. And to be honest, it never actually occurred to you that Yoongi did in fact have a sex life. With that small bit of information, you feel like you’ve gained a whole new perspective. This is why they say curiosity killed the cat. It completely shattered the perfect, well-put-together image you had had of him all this time.

You’ll never see Min Yoongi the same way ever again.

When you return home that night, you aren’t thinking about the company meeting you have tomorrow morning, or what you should pack for lunch, or the award-winning melody that vanished into the abyss along with the rest of your rational thoughts.

You plop your body onto your bed and let yourself think of Yoongi. It’s probably a big mistake, but you can’t help it. 

He’s incredibly handsome, you’ve always thought so. And you admire the work he puts into each and every one of his tracks. Likewise, you know he respects you the same. After all, he lets you into his sacred studio more than anyone else. He couldn’t say no to you, even with a whole ass bottle of lube still out in the open.

The image of him with his fingers gripping tightly around his swollen cock haunts your mind once more. His head is thrown back, sweat running down his neck, and he’s out of breath. You want to know how he sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, when he’s lost all control. His voice is already so raspy, so low, and so goddamn hot. You want him to call you kitten again, but maybe without the “curious” part attached to it. Anything to hear his bedroom voice. A single moan from him might be enough to set you off. 

You unbutton your shorts and slip your fingers beneath the lace of your underwear. To your surprise, you’re already soaked in these erotic fantasies you never thought you’d be having about your studio neighbor. You’ve known the guy for two years, and it’s only now that you’re lusting after him? How did you have that much self-control for so long?

A gasp escapes your throat as you rub around your center. You squirm to your own touch as you apply more pressure and speed. Harder, faster. You love it, but it’s familiar and predictable, and it’s been a while since you’ve been pleasured by someone else’s hands. Your body aches for those long veiny fingers to play with you like a piano.

As the pleasure builds, you wonder how far Yoongi had gotten before you rudely interrupted him. It’d feel pretty shitty to be so close yet denied of it all because you decided to knock on his door right at that moment. If you had known what was truly going on behind that door, would you have still chosen music over lust? Or would you have thrown that Grammy away to learn what Min Yoongi tastes like when he’s overtaken by his deepest desires? 

In the end, it doesn’t really matter because you came out of his studio with neither.

After a rather underwhelming orgasm, you roll off your bed and drag your feet into the bathroom for a hot shower. 

You know you should stop while you’re still ahead. Fantasies need to remain fantasies and nothing more. Sex between you and Yoongi isn’t going to happen. It’s not worth sacrificing the music you need to be making with him instead of love. You hate that you were considering it for even a second.

But your irrational desires need an outlet.

As hot water trickles down your body, the steam clouds your thoughts. And in the haze, you long for something new and different. Now that you know what you know, you wish Yoongi would show you that other side of himself, the side he keeps hidden behind those studio doors. 

You want it so bad.

And that’s when it hits you.

It’s been a week since you visited Yoongi in his studio on that fateful morning. You’ve been hard at work, piecing together the final track for Bangtan’s album. The demo is nearly complete, and you’re actually super satisfied with how it’s turning out. The vibe is sensual, full of temptation, and far dirtier than any other track with your name on it. 

It only makes sense that the file name for this track is “sex.wav,” which will of course be changed before anyone else sees it. You’ve always had a bad habit of naming your track files based on the first thing that comes to mind, and it really shows where your head has been at this week.

Even Jimin, who helped you record the demo, asked if there was some sort of recent breakthrough in your sex life. When you told him no, he winked and said, “Yoongi is single, you know.” Sometimes you regret confiding in Jimin about your desire to make it onto Yoongi’s solo album because now he’s under the impression that you have some sort of crush on the rapper.

For the record, you don’t have feelings for Yoongi. It’d just be nice to fuck him once, get it out of your system, and the two of you will probably be back to the usual harmless banter that keeps you going every day.

You have to admit, though, your sexual urges came through when you needed them most. After losing the precious (and very wholesome) brain cells containing that award-winning melody, you were in desperate need of a new idea to go off of for that final track. Thanks to the hot and bothered part of your brain, you became super inspired and productive. 

For once in your music career, you’re actually a whole week ahead of schedule instead of just barely meeting deadlines at midnight. With the sex.wav demo near completion, you’ll have this week to relax and take time for yourself.

Thank you, Min Yoongi.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Speaking of the devil, Yoongi pops his head in the doorway. It’s his third visit to your studio this week, and it’s only Monday.

“Come, come,” you say, gesturing for him to hurry on in. You’re confident he’ll vibe with the track, and you’re excited to hear what he has to say about it.

“Jimin told me you guys finished recording the demo,” he says over your shoulder. He places a hand on top of your chair and leans his weight against it like he owns the place.

“We did.” You sit up tall in your chair with a healthy glow and hand the boy some headphones. “I might still go back and tweak a few things, but it’s pretty much done.”

You stare up at him shamelessly as he focuses all of his attention on your demo. Yoongi is the type of guy who doesn’t react or say much on his first listen. He’ll always listen with an open mind and give you his honest opinion once he’s had time to take it all in. That’s why he’s always one of the first people you show your work to.

When the demo ends, he doesn’t hit replay. Instead, he hangs the headphones around his neck and stares at your computer screen, deep in thought. You start to think he hated it so much that he can’t even give it a second listen and he’s trying to find the right words to tell you.

“Why did you name the file sex.wav?” Ah shit, he wasn’t supposed to see that. No one was.

“It’s sexy, isn’t it?” you say softly, starting to shrink in your chair. He still hasn’t said whether he likes it or not.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He drums his fingertips against your desk. You wonder if those fingers have touched any cock lately. “It’s different from your usual stuff.”

You just blink at him, unsure of how to react. Good different or bad different?

“Good different,” he clarifies, as if he’s read your mind. He’s still not giving you much to go off of, though. And you’re starting to get impatient.

Yoongi looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. You’ve never seen the boy so speechless.

“What?” you ask. If he doesn’t spit it out right now, you’re going to lose it.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Please.” It’s hard to read his straight face, but something’s definitely on his mind. You need to know what’s bothering him.

“Who inspired it?” he asks. Not what. Who. This must be his not-so-subtle way of asking who you’ve been sleeping with. It’s none of his business, really. And he knows it. That’s why he was so hesitant to ask in the first place.

“Are you sure you want to hear about all the guys I’ve had sex with?” You casually raise an eyebrow at him and watch closely for a reaction. Maybe it’ll make him jealous.

“It’s about all the sex you’ve ever had?” He looks like he’s not fully convinced. No, it’s actually about the sex you haven’t had. The good kind. The wild kind. The kind that ends with you all tangled in the sheets with Min Yoongi. But you can’t tell him that.

“I’m just fucking with you. I wish I could say I’ve had good enough sex to inspire this track.” You take a jab at yourself, but you really hope you aren’t coming across as lonely or needy for a man. 

Yoongi’s face relaxes a little more, still drumming those fingers against your desk. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

He doesn’t elaborate on that, nor do you ask him to.

“Can I have it?” he asks out of nowhere. Have what? Sex with you? “On my solo album?”

Oh.

“You want this track on your album?” Is the boy really tempting you with something you’ve waited so long for? Of course you want to scream yes, but… “You’d really steal from Bangtan to claim it as your own?”

“Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a selfish asshole,” he pouts. Since when did Min Yoongi ever pout? You’ve never seen this side of him either. It’s fascinating.

You bite your lip. “Yoongi, I’d be down, but the deadline is approaching and I’m going to be one track short if I give you this one.” 

“When’s the deadline?”

“Next Monday.”

The boy pulls out his phone and flicks his thumb across the screen. If you had to guess, he’s checking his schedule.

“I’ll help you produce another one for Bangtan,” he says so casually and confidently.

“Are you sure you’ll have time for that?” You don’t know Yoongi’s full schedule off the top of your head, but you do recall Jimin mentioning this week would be hectic for the group.

“I’ll make time.” All he does is shrug. “I should be free after 10 on most nights. Sunday, I can be in the studio by 6AM—”

“Yoongi.” You stop him before he can say anything else outrageous. Not that you’re being any more rational. You’re about to kiss your much-deserved week of freedom goodbye all for this boy with a pouty lip. “I’ll see what I can do, and you can pitch in. But please don’t overwork yourself for this.” You point at the screen, at the track he wants so badly.

He nods. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You want to ask Yoongi what he’ll give you in return for doing him this favor, but you aren’t really interested in anything from him aside from his company. And maybe sex. 

Instead, you ask, “May I ask why you want this track so badly?”

“Because I like it.” He pulls the headphones off his neck and hangs them around yours. There’s no way he fell in love with the track after listening to it only once. That’s unheard of for him. There must be another reason. “Oh, and I also heard you wanted a spot on my solo album.”

You’re going to kill Park Jimin.

“Right,” you say, spinning your chair around so that Yoongi can’t see the nasty texts you’re sending to his friend.

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “fuck you park jimin”

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “i thought we agreed not to tell my nemesis that id like to be on his solo album”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “Yoongi’s your nemesis?”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “I thought you had a raging boner for him🍆”

Y/N💅 [8:24PM] “i hate you btw”

“You have a raging boner for me?” You hear a mix of shock, amusement, and arrogance over your shoulder. But mostly arrogance. You lock your phone screen even though it’s already too late. You’ve been caught. Evidently, you aren’t the only nosy one here.

You swing your head around, practically nose to nose with your nemesis. He can probably feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. But you don’t back off. Instead, you glare. “Neither you nor Jimin know what you’re talking about.”

“I guess only you know then, Y/N.” Yoongi doesn’t back away either. He eyes your lips the way you eye a strawberry popsicle on the hottest day of the year. You make a conscious effort to not let your eyes do the same. You don’t need to be reminded of how perfectly plush his lips must feel against everything they touch.

But if he wants to play this game with you, you’ll play along. And you won’t lose.

You lean in closer and graze your cheek against his. In a hushed voice, you say, “Do you want to know who really inspired that track?”

He nods against your skin. Your lips tickle his ear.

“I was visiting a friend last week, and I left his place with a new perspective. I thought, maybe this guy wasn’t just the grumpy asshole workaholic I knew him to be. Maybe he’d been hiding this dirty, sexed-up side of himself the whole time.” You pause for dramatic effect. “Do you want to know why I thought this?”

He nods again.

“You forgot to hide your personal moisturizer before I walked into your studio.” You finally lean back to see the look on his face. His pupils are huge, his lips are parted, but he doesn’t necessarily look embarrassed for someone who was practically caught with his hands in his pants.

In fact, the more time he spends thinking about it, the more he realizes what your story says about you. “So what you’re saying is that you do in fact have a raging boner for me and I was your inspiration for that sex track? I’m honored.”

You hate that he’s such a good listener who knows how to dissect every word you say.

“Would y’all quit saying I have a raging boner?” You roll your eyes, but it does feel oddly satisfying when Yoongi and Jimin treat you like one of the guys.

“What should I call it then?” Yoongi chuckles. He doesn’t do it often, but you like it when he laughs. “Horny eyes? Unfulfilled sexual desires? A wet p—”

You get up and give him a light shove against the desk. He’s still got a smirk on his face as you pin him there. “Call it a severe distaste for your bullshit,” you say sweetly with a handful of his shirt in your fist. 

A strong hand cups your chin. He leans in close enough for you to smell the minty lip balm you always see him applying. You want to taste it. “Admit it,” he says, “You like my bullshit.”

You feel each of his words against your lips. By the time he reached “bullshit,” you’d already pressed your lips into his. He doesn’t fight it. You taste the mint, then his tongue.

His hands start to wander along your curves. He finds the bare skin between your crop top and high-waisted shorts and works his way up your ribs. You hope he can’t feel the goosebumps when his thumbs sneak into your bra and flirt with the sides of your breasts. You just want him to keep exploring and familiarizing himself with your body. 

In the next moment, he has you pinned in with your ass on top of the desk. In front of you is not the grumpy idol boy you’ve maintained a clean, professional relationship with for the past two years. The Yoongi standing here between your thighs is an irresistible temptation. He’s your fantasy turned reality. And maybe he wants you as much as you want him. 

But before you can loop your limbs around him and lasso him in for more, he steps back and points his thumb at the door. “I have to get back to my studio.”

No, he doesn’t. He’s just playing hard to get. And you hate him for it.

“To work or to jerk off?” you call out as he walks further and further away from you.

“Work, of course,” he sings. You don’t believe him. He’s a liar and a tease. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N. To work on the new track.”

You almost forgot about that replacement track. After all, Yoongi’s hands and lips were pretty big distractions that you once again fell victim to. But regardless of the hold he thinks he has on you now, you still want to establish strict criteria for the song you’ll be working on with him. Only one thing comes to your flustered mind.

“Wait, Yoongi.” You wait for him to turn back around in the doorway. There’s still a hint of a smile lingering on his face. He probably thinks you’re calling him back for some more studio mischief. Too bad he’s wrong. “I have one condition for that new track.”

“Go on.”

“It has to be better than the sex track I’m giving you for your solo album.” You kick your legs back and forth—the same legs that could’ve been squeezing Yoongi’s waist in a heated makeout session right about now. “Way better.”

You won’t accept anything less from the man.

“So it has to be better than your cute little erotic fantasies of me?” Yoongi puts a hand up. Then he’s gone. “Shouldn’t be an issue.”

[sugarushsugarec]

Here I am once again!

Can it already be considered like a weekly thing, even though is now really weekly?

As always I love it. ❤️

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Taehyung was more surprised than you thought he’d be.

Heck was being a virgin that big of a deal ?

“You’re kidding.” Taehyung’s widened orbs stared back at you, as he tried to hide his smile.

“I’m not.” Covering your face in shyness, he reached out to you and began embracing you while you rested your forehead on his chest.

“Hey,” He stroked the back of your head and reassured you. “It’s not a bad thing…but are you trying to tell me something ?”

Your cheeks were still flushed along with the rest of your body; your heart beginning to beat more rapidly when you replied with a small “yes.”

“Are you sure ?” He asked with a comforting gaze.

Looking up at Taehyung, his eyes only had fondness and affection in them, reminding you once again you didn’t want anyone else other than him to be your first time.

“Y/N, this means a lot to me. I swear you won’t regret it.” His boxy smile told you he wasn’t lying one bit. You trusted him and you knew if you wanted to lose your virginity, you’d lose it to your first love.

You’d had a boyfriend or two before you met him but they were nothing in comparison. With Taehyung, he was older than you of course, becoming a bit more experienced than you would be in a relationship. No doubt about it that he’s had sex with his exes although the furthest you both had gotten was grinding against each other.

It was unbeknownst to you why you hadn’t done it earlier because you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought or even fantasized about having Taehyung inside of you for the 3 months you’d been together.

Maybe it was just fate. But you didn’t want to prolong it any further.

“What are you waiting for baby ?”

He chuckled, bringing you in his arms and carrying you to his bedroom - bridal style - while peppering kisses on your neck; making you giggle from how it tickled against your skin.

Setting you down on the bed, he got in between your legs and hovered over you, resting his palms beside either side of your head. “You know how beautiful you are right ?” Staring down at you, he absorbed your gorgeous features and your flushed face, swiping his thumb across your cheek.

“Stop.” You bit your lip from how he managed to eye you both lovingly and lustfully.

“Y/N, you mean the world to me and I can’t describe how I feel when you say that you want me to be the one who takes something so precious from you.” Ducking so he could leave a peck on your cheek then on your jaw, he placed his chin on your chest; resting his body on yours.

“Well I love you,” you caressed the back of his head, “and I want you to be the one I remember making me feel loved. Can you do that for me Taehyung ?”

Oh he’d try his hardest to not think about making love to you, feeling all of you on him and purely getting you to understand you were the most stunning girl for him. He cherished all of you and wanted to show you that ages and ages ago, although stopped himself not wanting to pressure you at all.

How though, could he say no to your wide eyes that gaped back at him so innocently, begging to be made love to ?

“I love you so much.” Taehyung leaned in to passionately join his lips to yours, withdrawing slightly only to mutter, “I won’t let you forget this.”

The urge in his kiss was evident; body retreating from you and creating little distance while still having his lips on yours. Your fingers entangled themselves in his locks, tugging on it when his tongue slipped in your mouth and showed his eagerness. Rather sneakily, one of his hands travelled down your body delicately, skimming past your breast and past your thigh only to skim back up your stomach and land on your boob.

You weren’t wearing anything under your top so the bare contact of his palm on somewhere you were desperate for him to touch made your hips jolt up and moan in his mouth.

“What is it princess ?” He continued to peck on your jawline, adding skims of his tongue and reaching the lobe of your ear; grazing his tongue.

“Taehyung.”

He smiled at you, almost a hint that he wouldn’t do anything without your full permission granted.

“Make me feel good, please.”

That was all he needed and the mischievous glint in his eyes told you that you were in for a great time.

The love that he was showing your neck and chest didn’t end there, Taehyung only moving to reach the top of your breasts and kiss the skin exposed to him. His fingertips brushed on the edge of your top, “Is this ok ?” He asked you, smiling at you softly till you reached to take it off yourself.

Him biting his bottom lip once he had seen your uncovered self, your hardened nipples and perky breasts didn’t go hidden by you; noticing the blush on his cheeks because of the sight. “What ?” The corners of your lips turned up, heat rushing to your cheeks as you scanned his face.

“Nothing,” he shook his head and exhaled, leaning forward to press a smooch on the valley in between your boobs, “you’re just gorgeous.”. Taehyung’s smirk was felt on your skin and you could merely smile until his mouth latched onto your left nipple; leaving you gasping. He didn’t stop there, his tongue laid flat and sucking on your nub - swirling and giving it the right pressure. His left hand moved to your right bud, massaging it gently and squeezing it just the perfect amount, alternating when he felt necessary.

Working wonders, his tongue eventually trailed down your stomach meeting the waistband of your leggings and tugging them down with hurried hands. He pulled the fabric down along with your panties, the sudden cold air hitting your sex. You were unsure of what Taehyung was thinking but from the glimpse of him licking his lips like he was ready to devour something, you knew he was more than content with the view of your wet pussy.

“Perfect.” He muttered, leaving you no time to adjust to his tongue that was busy licking up your dripping juices. It almost wasn’t a shock that when he ripped your pants off, they were soaked from his previous loving that he had shown you.

“Fuck, tae-“ though his lips only moved magnificently on your sensitive are, working from focusing on sucking and flicking past your folds then pecking on them sweetly, it came to your realisation that you had never felt heaven like this before. Nonetheless, even if you did dream about feeling him lick you clean like a dessert when you came on his tongue, you wanted an enormous amount to keep it for when he was inside of you.

To finally get yourself to lightly grip his strands of hair between your fingers and distance his face from your lower lips was strenuous, the look of his dazed face and almost annoyance that you stopped him made it worth the struggle.

He basically whined - fucked out eyes and slightly panting self by far the hottest thing you’d ever seen along with him licking the remaining wetness around his mouth area.

Taehyung swore that he was close to making you come undone and was confused as to why you were stopping him.

“I- I want your dick.” You fluttering your eyelashes back at him while also being completely naked, was a sight so tremendous he felt as though he was in a wet dream.

No longer laid flat on his stomach, he kneeled, “You think you’re ready baby ?” and brushed his fingers through his hair. He ducked down to plant a final kiss on your throbbing pussy and peeled his shirt off; throwing it off and moving to his bedside.

“What’re you doing?”

A condom packet was what he fished out from his drawer, tearing it open between his teeth. You gulped when he smirked at you, the comprehension of him being fully inside of you becoming real.

“Need protection don’t we, darling ? Or… of course it’s up to you-”

“-I didn’t even think about that. Or I would have…”

“Y/N, you don’t have to worry at all. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to do it however you like, raw, protected. Well I hope anyway.”

The genuinity behind his voice warmed your heart, causing you to beam a bright smile at him. “Carry on doing what you’re doing.”

And that was what he did. You watched him remove his trousers and boxers simultaneously, dick springing out and slapping against his abdomen. “Oh.” The inhale when you saw his length along with your pupils enlarging was automatic; Taehyung chuckling as a result.

His pretty cock that was stroked by his pretty and veiny hands, ultimately was engulfed by the rubber he placed on it. By your thorough inspection, the doubt filled your mind that perhaps he was a bit too big for you.

“Will it fit ?”

He grinned back at you - a sign to show you were overthinking for no reason - and once again, hovered over you, pecking the top of your forehead.

“Y/N,” he placed your palms on his shoulders, landing his on both sides of your hips, “anytime you want to stop we can, just give me a squeeze or pinch.”

The solace you found in Taehyung’s eyes compared to no one else’s. His concentrated and passionate gaze instantly refreshing your memory as to what you wanted in the first place.

Leaning in to attach your lips to his, you showed your answer through the emotion in your kiss. Moaning in his mouth when his hands roamed up your legs, his covered tip hit your clit ; resulting in you pushing his body down on to yours.

“Please, just fuck me already.”

Your almost whine nearly caused him to groan right beside your ear when he could feel his length lay on your folds.

“Hands around my neck.”

Doing as you were told, you fingers enclasped around the back of his neck as Taehyung swiped himself up and down your slit.

“Oh my…” immediately, your lids screw shut when you felt the first penetration into your entrance.

Having a whole dick inside of you felt almost nothing like your middle and index finger, jolting when he spread your legs wider; leaving your hole only to move in once more.

“Fuck me.” The low groan next you made you mutter a string of curse words when he sunk inside of you. You were now hugging Taehyung to your chest, his face buried in between your boobs and breathing heavily on your skin.

To try and cause some sort of satisfaction as he got you used to his size, his tongue and mouth worked on your neck, chest and boobs. Beginning with smooching on the pulse of your neck, his tongue dragged itself to your chest and secured around your hardened bud - a series of gasps, exhales and hums leaving your mouth.

With the repetition of his slow thrusts, you both were becoming familiar with the feeling of each other and soon as it was easier to pull in and out of you, he began to sense you moan from pleasure and not discomfort; tightening your calves around his lower back.

“You want some more sweetheart ?”

The loud four letter word you let out in gratification and tilt of your head signified the new and profound intensity you were experiencing when Taehyung pulled back a little and increased his thrusts inside of you.

“Taehyung !” His fingers clasped the sheets to the left of you as he continued pushing back and forth in your cunt. You were shocked as to how just a little alter to your previous position could bring such an amazing and utterly blissful sensation.

Your fingers no longer had a grip on his shoulder blades that you were earlier clutching onto and travelled to the back of his head, interlocking in the strands of his hair. “Good girl,” he more or less growled while falling into the crook of your neck,”you take me so well.”

If you knew sex was this enjoyable, and being so full with his cock would be so delightful, you would have initiated it a long time ago. Though Taehyung’s thrusts were still as intense and deep as they begun, a brand new rush arose in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m gonna-“ suddenly your hand ran down his back, scratching and clawing at his skin while his actions only got faster, turning more fierce.

Taehyung concealed your moans, shoving his tongue in your mouth and relentlessly pushing inside of your clenching hole. Both of your climaxes came to an end, with him and his throbbing dick the only thing you could sense.

After a minute or two of lying still, and relishing in each other’s embrace, he gently put his palms on your face, trying to get your attention.

“You there love ?”

As much as he savoured the numbness and pure adoration of being so close to you, he was aware he was going to have to pull out.

Hurriedly, you opened your heavy lids, when he removed his length from you, meeting Taehyung’s screwed eyes and furrowed brows. The small slap on your lower lips when it slipped out of your hole and the sound his length had made, caused you both to gasp in unison.

Quickly, he disposed of the used condom, tying it and throwing in the bin. He rushed to be next to you again; collapsing in your arms, while hugging and caressing you.

Feeling pretty overwhelmed, your eyes shut again, and Taehyung realised that you were probably worn out, giving you a smooch on your forehead.

“I’m gonna go run us a bath Y/N. Does that sound good ?”

“Fuck yeah, wait-“ holding him close to you, before he had the chance to move away, you kissed him harshly, tugging on his hair when he moaned in your mouth from the sudden enthusiasm.

“I love you Taehyung.”

“I love you more Y/N.”

“No, really thank you for this-“

“You don’t need to thank me, I’m showing you how much I love you.” His words only made you bite your lip, somehow finding a new admiration for him.

“Now come,” he managed to pick you up in his arms and walk you to your bathroom, hearing you wince and muttering a soft sorry, “ let’s run a bath for my baby.”

How lucky were you to call Kim Taehyung your boyfriend ?

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