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whocaresstillthelouvre · 7 months ago

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Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Frankie Morales is capable of almost anything... except not cumming in his jeans when he thinks about you, the pretty clerk at the grocery store he always buys his giant jugs of laundry detergent at. Warnings: Smut thoughts, Frankie's POV and internal monologue, premature ejaculation, so much cum talk, addiction recovery, laundry detergent, this is so ridiculous but I also tried to make it super sweet. Words: 1,200

A/N: I'd probably classify this as a crack fic... but with heart. This is SOOOOO indulgent and ridiculous. I don't know what @luxurychristmaspudding unlocked in me but this is what's released. I know this is my *4th* story in a week, but I couldn't help myself. Also, shout out to the JM Discord and all of the tenants who join in the luxuriousness of this level of depravity.

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🚁👖🤍Frankie🤍👖🚁

It keeps happening to Frankie over and over and over again. Recovery has been a challenge, abstaining from all of his previous vices means he’s no longer numbing his mind… and body.

Nobody should ever cum during a prescription commercial and yet… he does. The swimsuit hugged the woman’s curves a little too close, plus she had the same color hair as you. His mind couldn’t help floating to thinking about you in a swimsuit.

Aye dios mio, get a hold of yourself man.

He’s too embarrassed to bring it up to his doctor. The notion of ever mentioning it to the Delta Force boys terrifies him, although he knows deep down they’d lend a sympathetic ear. They’ve killed, fought wars, and climbed out of the lowest points of their lives together… but the thought of letting his secret out? Awful. He shudders at the thought of telling his fellow Narcotics Anonymous attendees: “Hi, my name is Frankie, I’m an addict and I can’t stop cumming in my pants.”

He tries to think of the worst things, mental images that should scar even the scariest of humans, thoughts about death, rotting produce, weird looking insects, and yet, it still happens.

___

“Hi, how’d you find everything today?”

He blinks towards your tag though he’s already memorized your name, it repeats through his mind whenever he climaxes… he wonders to himself how your sweet voice would sound repeating his name.

Uh oh, quick, think of a bee sting, everyone’s going to die, burnt pizza.

He shakes his head, the thoughts of you wrapped around him flying out of his head with each subtle knock.

“Sir, are you okay?”

Fuuuuuuck, you really had to call me sir, didn’t you?

“Y-yeah, sorry, long day. My name’s Frankie by the way.”

Focus, don’t look at how her hand wraps around the shampoo bottle, soldier.

“Hi Frankie, nice to finally have a name to the face.”

Of course you say his name in the sweetest way. He presses his fingers into the flesh of his palm as hard as he can withstand, he prays you don’t see the way his nostrils flare.

Be strong.

He’s been captivated ever since he first saw you working in the mom and pop market across the street from his apartment. You’re always friendly and smiling, he swears he feels your eyes on him every time he leaves yet he’s too scared to look back and confirm for himself. He wishes he knew how to small talk and somehow step over the threshold of this case of shyness he has with you.

Why bother? I’ll just end up disappointing you, never leaving you fulfilled.

He’s so ashamed.

“That’s a big bottle of detergent, you must do a lot of laundry. You have kids?”

“I do… a four year old, but she lives with her mom,” he answers, lifting the giant jug into his cart, his cock twitches when he feels your eyes on his biceps.

Stay cool, you can do this, you’ve literally overcome worse… and cummed over less.

He wonders if you notice just how much laundry soap he buys… he’s confident that you have no clue you're the only reason why his washing machine is constantly working overtime.

“Oh, I love that age,” you mindlessly muse scanning a cereal box. “Is she as cute as her dad?”

His spine turns to jelly… he feels the phantom getting closer.

Trash compactors, mom and dad’s divorce, elephant seals.

“Everyone says she has my eyes.”

“Then she must be,” you wink.

Not a wink, not a wink, not a goddamn wiiiiink.

He quickly pulls his head down, sticking his card in the chip reader, resisting the urge to think of his now aching cock pushing into you.

STOP. STOP. STOP THINKING FRANKIE.

Focusing on the pin pad breaks his spiral. Relief spreads through his tense body knowing this run in will be over soon, he can go home in peace, his pants surviving this moment.

Your fingers brush against his hand when you hand him the receipt, his favorite part of buying groceries. He’ll stand in your checkout lane no matter the size of the line for the split second of skin to skin contact. It’s all he can afford to let himself have, any more would surely stain his jeans.

___

“Hey Frankie!”

He turns at your voice, his breath hitching when you walk over to him while removing your name tag.

“Want to go next door and grab a drink?”

“I’d love to… but I, uh,” he lifts his hat nervously tussling his hair, “I’m in recovery.”

“Oh,” your voice and face falter, “I’m sorry, um–”

Don’t let this moment pass, you can do it.

“I know a really good ice cream place, a few blocks down, I can meet you there?”

Ice cream means licking. Frankie, you're an idiot.

“Oh, um, that sounds amazing but I don’t drive.”

“I can take you… if you’d like.”

“Yeah?” your smile grows wider. “That sounds amazing.”

“I just need to drop these off, and then I’ll meet you outside in twenty?”

“Awesome!” You squeeze his hand wrapped around the cart handle. “I’ll see you soon.”

Your touch scorches his skin, he blinks watching your ass sway while walking through the doors to the backroom.

1-2-3, a gush of hot liquid releases against his jeans, his knuckles turn white as they clutch the cart handle.

Jesus Christ.

Frankie picks up his bags, holding them close to his crotch and leaves the grocery store. He better hurry. Thank god he just bought more detergent.

___

In hindsight, he’s thankful for his little grocery store indiscretion. He’s carefree and relaxed as he falls even harder for you over chocolate sundaes. You ask for extra rainbow sprinkles and laugh at all of his jokes.

This must be what it’s like to live normally.

___

“That’s me,” you point to a small bungalow unbuckling your seatbelt. “Thanks for the ice cream Frankie."

“This was really fun,” he turns towards you, shocked at how close you’re leaning towards him.

Kiss her. No, wait, don’t kiss her. Yeah, definitely don’t kiss her.

“It was,” you lick your lips and lean even closer.

He can smell you now, you smell divine. Like ice cream and floral perfume.

You place a soft kiss against his lips and pull away.

Frankie’s body tenses, a pathetic whimper escapes his mouth, he spurts against the cotton of his briefs. Doe eyes rounded with embarrassment stare at you.

“Sorry,” whispers out of his downturned lips.

“Oh,” your face fails at hiding a smile, “Frankie, it’s okay. Really.”

His head knocks against the headrest, face frozen in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Frankie,” your hand clasps his chin forcing him to look at you. “Honestly, it’s okay. It’s actually… kinda hot.”

Right then and there he knows he’ll never shop at another grocery store again.

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revehae · 11 months ago

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kang seulgi

seulgi ↠ like oxygen

smut, noncon, pussy slapping, kidnapping, choking, drugging, pretty vague mention of stalking

1.2k

abductor!seulgi x fem reader

seulgi ↠ slut cafe

smut, consent is dubious, g!p!reader, yandere themes, possessive!reader, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of using a knife, sub!idol

2.5k

waitress!seulgi x (f) reader

seulgi ↠ fixative

smut, noncon to dubcon pipeline, implied!stalker au, breaking and entering

2.3k

ex!seulgi x (f) reader

bae irene

irene ↠ stress toy

smut, dubcon, g!p!reader, sub!irene x dom!reader, power imbalance, unprotected sex

2.1k

maid!irene x (f) reader

park joy

joy ↠ replay

smut, stepcest, degradation, camgirling, dom!joy, recording the act, oral/face riding

2.8k

dom!joy x (f) reader

kim yeri

yeri ↠ enchant me

smut, noncon touching, oral, lowkey morally ambiguous, fairy yeri × human reader

4.0k

fairy!yeri x (f) reader

johnny suh

johnny ↠ monster (ft. yuta)

smut, noncon, choking, use of a gun

3.0k

johnny x you

johnny ↠ sexcapade

smut, professor!johnny x professor!reader, infidelity, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, almost getting caught

2.2k

co-worker!johnny x (f) reader

johnny ↠ indulgence

smut, graphic descriptions of murder, of violence, noncon, mentions of pregnancy, abduction, strangling, descriptions of blood

10.3k

serial!killer x (f) reader

lee haechan

haechan ↠ day and night (ft. jeno)

smut, noncon, unprotected sex, forced breeding, mean!dom!jeno, implied sub!haechan, knife play, gun play, degradation, bondage, slapping, kidnapping, sadism

2.5k

haechan x fem reader x jeno

haechan ↠ day and night 2 (ft.jeno)

smut, noncon, mean!dom!jeno, implied sub!haechan, gun play, degradation, slapping, kidnapping, oral (m receiving), sadist!jeno, implied dacryphilia

3.1k

haechan x fem reader x jeno

haechan ↠ behind closed doors (ft. jeno)

smut, stepcest, slight noncon, (uncreative) degradation, unprotected sex (i literally forgot about the existence of condoms, oopsies), brief choking, slapping, posessive!jeno

4.5k

haechan x fem reader x jeno

haechan ↠ the perfect victim

smut, noncon, unprotected sex, forced breeding, alcohol consumption, choking, impact play, degradation

2.7k

haechan x you

haechan ↠ brother’s best friend!haechan drabble

blackmail/coercion, dubcon, degradation, no praise in sight, pussy slapping, thigh slapping, (hard)dom!haechan, dumbification, edging, objectification, hyuck being all around terrible

haechan x you

haechan ↠ crush!haechan drabble (ft. mark)

degradation, can be read as non-con but reader wants it, moderate knife play, 2 instances of mark saying “good girl”

haechan x you x mark

haechan ↠ do you like it, dr. lee? (ft. jm, jn)

smut, noncon, gangbanging, student x professor, reader is early 30s, mentions of infidelity, forced oral, forced anal, age gap (18+)

5.4k

haechan, jaemin, jeno × (f) reader

haechan ↠ dear hyuckie

smut, noncon, mc is a terrible person, stalking, unprotected sex, baby trapping

6.0k

athlete!haechan x (f) reader

haechan ↠ girls goon too

smut, stepcest, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving) / face fucking, virgin!reader, dubcon

5.3k

stepbrother!haechan x (f) reader

lee jeno

jeno ↠ behind closed doors (ft. haechan)

smut, stepcest, slight noncon, (uncreative) degradation, unprotected sex (i literally forgot about the existence of condoms, oopsies), brief choking, slapping, posessive!jeno

4.5k

jeno x fem reader x haechan

jeno ↠ day and night (ft. haechan)

smut, noncon, unprotected sex, forced breeding, mean!dom!jeno, implied sub!haechan, knife play, gun play, degradation, bondage, slapping, kidnapping, sadism

2.5k

jeno x fem reader x haechan

jeno ↠ day and night 2 (ft. haechan)

smut, noncon, mean!dom!jeno, implied sub!haechan, gun play, degradation, slapping, kidnapping, oral (m receiving), sadist!jeno, implied dacryphilia

3.1k

jeno x fem reader x haechan

jeno ↠ hurts so good (ft. mark)

smut, unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, impact play, cheating

4.2k

jeno x you x mark

jeno ↠ hurts so good 2 (ft. mark)

unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, impact play, cheating, cuckolding without the marriage, brief mention of nonconsented recording

3.9k

jeno x you x mark

jeno ↠ do you like it, dr. lee? (ft hc, jm)

smut, noncon, gangbanging, student x professor, reader is early 30s, mentions of infidelity, forced oral, forced anal, age gap (18+)

5.4k

haechan, jaemin, jeno × (f) reader

jeno ↠ undone

smut, noncon, enemies au, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, degradation

4.1k

enemy!jeno x (f) reader

jeno ↠ girls goon too

smut, stepcest, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving) / face fucking, virgin!reader, dubcon

5.3k

stepbrother!jeno x (f) reader

jeno ↠ see a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader

smut, noncon, dubcon, oral (m receiving), male facesitting, face fucking, unprotected sex, blackmail, choking, hitting, virgin!reader

14.9k

"""nerd!"""jeno x (f) reader

na jaemin

jaemin ↠ secret stalker

smut, noncon, stalking

1.1k

bff!stalker!jaemin x (f) reader

jaemin ↠ do you like it, dr. lee? (ft hc, jn)

smut, noncon, gangbanging, student x professor, reader is early 30s, mentions of infidelity, forced oral, forced anal, age gap (18+)

5.4k

haechan, jaemin, jeno × (f) reader

mark lee

mark ↠ bff!mark drabble (ft. haechan)

degradation, can be read as non-con but reader wants it, moderate knife play, 2 instances of mark saying “good girl”

mark x you x haechan

mark ↠ hurts so good (ft. jeno)

smut, unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, impact play, cheating

4.2k

mark x you x jeno

mark ↠ hurts so good 2 (ft. jeno)

unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, impact play, cheating, cuckolding without the marriage, brief mention of nonconsented recording

3.9k

mark x you x jeno

mark ↠ all the rage

smut, dubcon, nerd!mark, virgin!mark, coercion/blackmail, unprotected sex, nonconsented recording, oral, implied bimbo!reader

4.5k

nerd!mark × (f) reader

jaehyun

jaehyun ↠ rose creek motel

smut, age gap (18+), drowning, noncon, baby trapping, unprotected sex, oral, angst

15.8k

serial killer!jaehyun x (f) reader

ning yi zhuo

ningning ↠ our little secret

smut, stepcest, manipulation, noncon to initiate, corruption

3.2k

baby step-sister!ningning x (f) reader

ningning ↠ mirage

smut, noncon, scientist! reader, siren!ningning, fucking machine, kidnapping

2.4k

siren!ningning × (f) reader

lisa manoban

lisa ↠ lust and war (ft. jennie)

smut, light dubcon, mentions of blood, biting, vampire!lisa, g!p jennie, werewolf!jennie

5.0k

werewolf!jennie x (f) reader x vampire!lisa

kim jennie

jennie ↠ lust and war (ft. lisa)

smut, light dubcon, mentions of blood, biting, vampire!lisa, g!p jennie, werewolf!jennie

5.0k

werewolf!jennie x (f) reader x vampire!lisa

jennie ↠ party monster

smut, thoughts of noncon, sub!jennie, oral, noncon recording, monsterfucking

3.3k

bff!jennie x (f) reader

shin ryujin

ryujin ↠ soul snatcher

smut, dubcon, wall sex, monsterfucking, g!p, demon!ryujin, dom!ryujin, sub!reader, oral

3.5k

demon!ryujin × (f) reader

kim chaewon

chaewon ↠ naïveté

dubcon, mermaid!chaewon x human!reader, oral, posessivelreader, dom!reader, sub!chaewon, yandere themes

4.0k

mermaid!chaewon × (f) reader

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thetravelingtyper · 10 months ago

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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.75) JM (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 3 - Electric Feel by MGMT (Johnny Soap MacTavish One Shot) - After returning from base you and Soap decide to take the night to go out...

Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff, Possessive Soap

Part 2.50, Part 3.00 Masterlist

Our Shattered Heart 2.75 Interlude John MacTavish (...Loading Track 3…)- Electric Feel by MGMT

The bar was bustling under the star-lit sky. You pulled a tipsy Johnny along with you as you basked in the chill. You pulled further into Simon’s jacket, catching the smell of his cologne. You were perfectly sober while Johnny had a few beers. You had returned later in the day from base with the Sergeants giving you smirks.

“You finally got the Captain.” Kyle smiles at you brightly. He’s radiant as you bring the bouquet in.

“These are from a Corporal-” The flowers are taken from you by a scoffing Johnny, you give him a look and he grumbles, setting the flowers down a little heavily. He then proceeds to wrap himself around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, then peppering kisses all over your face while you giggle and push against him. He doesn't budge.

“Let us get you flowers hen.”

You laugh lightly, running a hand up and down Soap’s firm arm as he spins you around,

“She’s married Johnny, Down boy,” he muttered something Scottish before kissing you firmly. You return the energy, parting when you're out of breath. Soap keeps you bundled in his arms.

“Let's go out hen.” He murmurs it in your ear. You return with a ‘sure’ and a smile. You look to Kyle in question but he just waves you guys off.

“You two go have fun, I’ll get my turn.”

And with that and preparation you both set off into the late afternoon.

All along the Western front

People line up to receive

She got the power in her hand

To shock you like you won't believe

Saw her in the Amazon

With the voltage running through her skin

Standing there with nothing on

She gonna teach me how to swim

You grab Johnny's hand and tug him into the bar, eyes searching and to your pleasure finding the singer. He notices you during a verse and shoots you a smile that widens when he sees Johnny’s hand in yours.

He continues singing while you pull Soap to the bar and sit down. He settles on a barstool and instead of letting you sit, he pulls you to his lap, chin settling on your shoulder. You sigh but the bartender just smiles and laughs.

“He’s like a puppy. I saw the other night.” You look to them, finding a younger red-headed woman in her mid to late 20s. You just nod to her and order a drink. You get something a little fruity and sweet and settle into Johnny’s lap as his arms wrap around you. You chat with the bartender in the meantime, before your name is called and the singer approaches.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Your eyes light up at the man and you go to stand and greet him but Johnny’s arms tighten. You murmur to him but he just shakes his head stubbornly.

“Johnny.” You say it more sternly and he turns to you with stormy eyes, pupils dilated from the alcohol and feelings. The bartender turns to the singer then Johnny, then laughs.

“Don’t worry lad,” she says good-naturedly as the singer approaches and pecks her on the lips. Your eyes widen before you turn to her.

“Good for you two! Happy now, Johnny?”

The man grumbles again but lets you up. You give the singer a swift hug before you take the stool next to Soap and begin to chat. During conversations on the local area and their relationship Johnny’s hand seeks you in constant contact that makes your heart feel like putty. He was always an affectionate drunk but after the kiss, he practically glued himself to you and the others. If he wasn't next to Simon or bickering with Kyle, the Scot usually had a hand on your arm or shoulder and a smoldering look to anyone other than the 141 that approached you. The hour passed quickly, nearing 10 o'clock when the singer needed to return to the stage. There was a clamor at the entrance and a call of your name again as the girls entered. Your face lit up and you look at Johnny with an eager smile. His eyes are clear as he sips some of your drink, seeming to have sobered up some. He lets you go and you look at the girls with a few cheers.

They look at you and Soap and one whistles with a laugh and you blush while Soap gives them a cocky grin, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then lightly pushing you towards them. They accept you with open arms and you all go to dance.

All along the Eastern shore

Put your circuits in the sea

This is what the world is for

Making electricity

You can feel it in your mind

Oh, you can do it all the time

Plug it in, change the world

You are my electric girl

If anyone liked watching you dance the most it was Johnny. He was an energetic person, and unlike Price and Simon, he thrived in a club environment. Seeing your eyes light up and moving with the crowd was a treat. You swirled and bobbed, moving amongst the waves. A period passed as the bar got more busy when someone took the seat beside him. He doesn’t notice until there is a hand on his arm. He turns in his stool to find an attractive person, green eyes burn into his.

“Hey handsome.” their voice is smooth as they ask Johnny his name. He shuffles back out of their touch and replies with a simple John before he looks back to you. Green eyes follow this but they question your sergeant who replies politely to each. He wants to go and join you but you seem to be having fun. Time passes as he and the stranger make a sort of conversation as you dance, all the while Johnny sends you looks but he doesn’t want to leave your spot or your drink unattended.

About 20 minutes in his patience is tested when, while laughing the stranger sets their hand on his knee. He jerks away with sharp eyes.

“I am here with someone.” He says it politely but firmly. It's said during a break of songs and one of your girlfriends at the edge of the crowd catches it and Soap’s discomfort. She gets you as things suddenly escalate.

Driven either by alcohol or pure whim the stranger pulls Soap in for a kiss just as you break from the crowd. Seeing it you freeze, a chill running through you before a hot-headed anger and possessive feeling coils in your gut. Johnny immediately pushes against the stranger and stands. You practically materialize at his side. The stranger is not expecting this and hikes it out of the bar at the glowering look you shoot them. You turn to Johnny riled up. He wipes his lips and downs the rest of your drink in disgust. But seeing your darkened eyes he smirks.

“I'm all yours hen.” He cheekily adds,

“Though they were fine.”

You hiss at this and tug the man away from the bar, a smile growing on his face as you pull him out of the bar and into a side alley. Johnny smiles at you but his eyes are dark with arousal as you pull him in for a possessive kiss, chasing away the taste of the stranger. He does you one better spinning and pinning you against the wall as your lips dance together. His heart pounds in his chest, never thinking he’d see you crack but the role reversal was doing things to him. You pull away only for Johnny to latch his lips to your ear, nipping then stringing kisses down your neck like starbursts.

“That was so hot hen.” it was breaths as the scent of both you and Simon drove him insane. He pulls the neckline of your shirt down and neck to the chain of your dog tags he sucks and bites leaving a mark. You arch against him but he just rolls his hip against you. You try to move for some friction but his thigh comes between your legs. He coos as you whine,

“Sweet, I want te ravish ye.” His accent is thick as he pulls you back to him and about drags you along. When you reach the flat, he tears the door open and about flings you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He then turns to you with maelstrom eyes igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach. Having heard the noise Simon and Kyle pop out of Kyle's room, having been finishing work. They both freeze seeing your heaving form littered with marks.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Simon sees his jacket skewed on you and curses with a groan. You and Johnny are in a standoff, looking that if you even move he’ll pounce. You look between Simon and Kyle, both sets of dark eyes on you, watching, waiting. You're feeling hot as Johnny begins to slack forward, shoulders set and confident. His hair has grown out giving him a wild look and the few buttons of his shirt are open showing a smooth collarbone next to his dog tags. You almost want to run, to give into the chase but you stand your ground as he starts backing you towards the table. Kyle and Simon just watch as Johnny then corners you against the table.

He stares at you, hands reaching to touch your thigh and trace up your body. They soon fist into Simon's jacket and yank you forward to him in another kiss.

Plush lips mix with your own before you find his tongue delving into your mouth and you moan into the kiss. Johnny growls parting before hiking your legs up and setting you on the table.

“You are mine.” he hisses into your ear, something triggered in his mind, your hands shoot to his hair and you pull it in a way that has him hissing and breaking up the kiss.

“Fucking Hell you two, away where but there.” Simon finally steps in and Johnny quirks at the older man's eyes, pupils dilated and breathing coming out a little staggered. Johnny takes the chance and pulls you up, holding you against him easily as you yelp in surprise.

“Johnny!” Your voice is breathless before he nips your lips.

“That's my name sweetheart, don’ wear it out, Unless you're screaming it.” Your eyes shoot open and he gives you a sultry smile before chuckling into your neck. You narrow your eyes and then dipping your head bite a mark to match the one he gave you. He hisses, hands clenching you harder. Kyle laughs, something breathless as he approaches you.

“Good to know you bite back baby, showing Johnny what for. The filthy mouth of his.”

Johnny laughs then, the moment catching his heart racing and he lets you down but not before a final cheeky kiss. You part with half-lidded eyes and set your forehead against Johnny, you whisper to him.

“I love you.”

His heart stutters, warmth gripping his chest as he stares into your eyes,

“Aye, I love too, hen.”

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

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jmvore · 1 year ago

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cater to you | pjm [r2]

‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › Being sexually frustrated seemed to be the story of Jimin's life. So he turned to writing his wants and wishes in a blog he kept online for people to read. He used to be content with that, until he met you. Eventually, he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing. › series masterlist | masterlist | request ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › slice of life » PAIRING(S) › park jimin x f!reader » WORD(S) › 5.2k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › jimin comes home one night stressed out of his mind and you make plans to get him to relax. » REQUESTED? › @luvymin › thank you for requesting lovely ♡ » SMUT WARNING(S) › JIMIN CALLS THE READER MOMMY (so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read), sub!jimin, domme!f!reader, a lot of orgasm denials, loads of teasing, ass play, m! fingering, sensual massage, jimin is in love alright, soft!domme reader, a lot of pet names for Jimin (Petal, Baby, Love, Sweetheart, etc) because you're so in love, okay but eating Jimin's [redacted] while he's in a split position cause that's hot af lol, stressed!jm (poor baby), whiny!jm, worship kink (reader worships the fuck outta Jimin), jimin apologizes like crazy cause he feels so damn bad, & just taking care of Jimin like he deserves. » POST DATE › 11/26/2023 » A/N › It took a minute but it's finally done! Some stuff didn't make it but I got a couple of drabbles I wanna release too so they will get done. Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! For those who don't know, this is a request series: you can request for this universe. You can read more about it on this story's masterlist.

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The front door opens and slams closed with so much you fear for the picture that line that particular wall. It's startles you but you know it can only be one person.

At least you hope it is.

"Jimin? Honey?" You don't hear an answer, growing worried because shit! What if it's not him? You probably shouldn't give your location to the-

"It's me."

You breath out in relief, trying to calm your beating heart. The squeaking of the wooden can be heard underneath his feet as you know he's headed to the living room. In return, confuses you since he always finds you first.

Something's wrong.

"Petal?" You don't let any of that deter you, wiping your hands on the towel hanging from the oven and turning down the fire to let the food simmer. It doesn't take long for you to find him in the living room, sat on the couch with his head.

"Petal? What's wrong?" You see the bags under his eyes. You've notice he's been overworking himself for the dance studio and coming home late from time to time. Your lips upturn into a frown at the way his body is visibly tired. "Jimin. What's-"

"Nothing! Jesus... C-Can you just give me a second?" The moment those words leave his mouth, he instantly regrets it. Your head cocked to the side in a 'what the fuck' notion, face scrunched in irritation. "Honey..."

No. He doesn't get to call you that. He's angry but he's most definitely not mad at you. He shouldn’t have since you didn’t have anything to do with it. It’s not your fault Taemin quit. Or the fact the parents were getting on the instructors' cases about who will have the lead this year for the Nutcracker showcase. In all honesty, Jimin hates this time of year. It brings out the worst in people. The only good thing is the two and a half weeks he gets to spend with you uninterrupted.

And, of course, seeing his students graduate from his class too but spending time with you takes the cake.

When he peeks over at you, he frowns when your face doesn't show any emotion. Fuck, he didn't mean it.

"Jimin."

"Shit! I'm sorry..."

"What the hell?"

"I-I'm sorry?" It comes out more like a question as Jimin reaches for you to make sure you don't scooch away from him. "I'm just exhausted and angry and-."

"I can see that but that doesn't mean you can take it out on me."

"I know, I know... I just-" Jimin stops because he knows you don't want to hear excuses but he hopes you forgive him. "There's so much going on at the studio that I feel I'm being stretched every which way."

"Baby?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Petal," You coo, scooting closer to pull him right into your lap. He lays his head on your shoulder as your fingers thread through his blonde hair. You can sense the way he tenses, running your hand up and down his back as he finally vents.

“What's on your mind?”

“Nothing and everything?” He whispers, closing his eyes to simply feel. "I don't know if I want to keep doing this."

"Your work?"

He nods, "It’s just with the kids' showcase coming up and the parents being pushier than usually. It's getting to breaking point." Jimin grabs your hand to play with your fingers. "And with Taemin quitting on us was the last thing we needed so now we have to find another instructor."

"Seems everything is hectic right now."

"It is..." Jimin groans and you can't help but feel bad. He needs a break. You can't help but want to take care of him like you promised him you would. You always know what to get him to calm down, regardless of why he's riled up. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, I can't tell you because I don't know anything about what you did I can tell you that you got this." Jimin rolls his eyes but the smile on his face says otherwise. “But, if you don't have to talk about it more you don't have to. You know I'm here whenever you want to, Petal.”

“I know.” He pouts, peeking through one of his eyes to get a glimpse of your reaction and blushing when he see you smirking back. “T-Thank you.”

"You're such a cutie." You mushed together like this for a couple more minutes and cuddling him until he doesn't want to anymore. “Anyway, it's what I'm here for.”

He bites his lip before glancing back at the kitchen to see the pot on the stove. "What were you doing?"

"Well I was cooking you dinner but then you started yelling at me. I'm hurt."

"I said I was sorry," Jimin whines while bowing his head and groaning.

"Uh huh."

He calls your name but you can't help but chuckle.

"It's fine baby." You kiss his forehead before nipping at his earlobe. "But, next time you snap at me like that you're going to be punished."

Jimin's eyes widen. He said he was sorry! How much more does he need to do for you to forgive him?

“Nope, you’re not getting out of this by being cute, Petal.” You grab him by the hand to pull him into the kitchen. Your heart sings at how sweet your baby boy is. “Anyway, c’mon. I made your favorite.”

“Kimchi Jjigae?”

“Mhm." You turn him toward your shared bedroom and pat him on the bottom to get him to move. "Go take a shower, I'll get our plates ready. We can watch a movie or something."

"Okay!" You something kin to weights being lifted from his shoulders.

As you watch him disappear into the room, the wheels turn inside your head. So many ideas come time mind but you settle on one. One you know he will enjoy and appreciate. You'll put it in motion for your sweet little petal because Lord knows how much he needs.

And how much you want to help.

You can’t wait.

[ 07:43pm | Honey🥰: Hey, I need to talk to you when you get home.

Your text sent Jimin’s mind into a mental gymnastics frenzy. Your relationship has been going well, at least, he thought it was. He doesn't know what it could be. Is it good? Is it bad?

He frowns at that.

Oh god, what if you were finally done with him?! Wait no, that can't be it! Shit, what could you need to talk to him so urgently for?

Fuck…

Here he goes overthinking things! Should he text back and ask? Would that ruin the surprise? What should he do?? S-Should he do anything? HIs breathing grows labored, hyperventilating at the the thought of you leaving him. Is this because he yelled?

God, why is he like this?

His phone buzzes in his hand as he takes a quick glances at it, releasing the breath he was holding.

[ 07:54pm | Honey🥰: and I know you're overthinking this. Stop it, it's nothing bad, love I’ll see you when you get home 😘

"Get it together, Jimin." He can't help but snicker at himself and if anyone else was there they'd think he was insane. It takes everything not to tell you what happened because he already knows what you're going to say.

[ 08:05pm | Okay, I should be home in a little bit. Just closing up.

Jimin checks the time on his watch and noting it's almost nine. He hates that he sent most of everyone home (with the exception of Hoseok and Jungkook). It simply meant the three of them had to finish locking up.

"Jimin!" Hoseok runs up to him, his smile bright as ever as he hands him his checklist. "Anything needs to be done? I'm done with mine."

"No. If you want to head out you can." Jimin shrugs while looking over his own. "I can lock up."

He looks at the rest of the closing list:

☑ Making sure his rooms are cleaned and tidy. ☑ Things that were left behind by the kids are put in the lost and found for the next day. ▫ Relieving the Janitor once he's done cleaning the dance floors. ▫ Lastly, shutting off unimportant lights, locking up.

It’s not that bad. He thinks he can manage.

“It’s okay! I just have to see the janitor out and then I’ll be heading home.”

“Are you sure? We can stay and help.”

“You know it’s not a bother.”

“I’m sure. Go home guys.” Jimin starts to shoo them out of the door. “I’ll be fine. I told he-”

“Yeah, yeah. Give her a hug and tell her I miss her cooking.” Hoseok jokes, grabbing Jungkook by the arm to make him leave as well. “We need to get together again!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll see you guys later.” Jimin chuckles before heading to the back to tell the janitor to leave. Lights off, doors locked and the alarm set, Jimin rushes out to his car to get ready to leave. Of course traffic stops him from getting home at his normal time, telling Siri to dial your number and hearing it ring twice before you answer. Pulling onto the highway, he’s trying his hardest to keep his excitement off the gas pedal. It’s easier said than done until he sees the traffic has come to a slow stop.

He instantly regrets not going the way he usually does.

“Petal?”

“Hey honey, I’m on my way home!” He says before groaning when he notices the traffic hasn’t moved. Of course when he wants to take the highway, there’s a traffic jam. “But there’s a bit of traffic.”

“It’s okay, love,” You chuckle at how annoyed he sounds, wanting nothing more than to pinch his cute cheeks and tell him it’s okay. “Take your time. I’ll still be here.”

“I know. I know. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.” He hears a bit of shuffling and he can tell you’re in bed. What he wouldn’t give to be in bed with you right now. “But are you sure that’s the only reason you called?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“Uh huh. I’m not telling you anything until you get here.” You chuckle, making Jimin smile on his end. Your laugh never fails to brighten his day.

“Damn. You got me.”

It’s then that he glances out beyond where he is and realizes there’s been a car accident. A bad one from the looks of it.

“Oh there was an accident.”

“Well be safe, Petal. We’ll talk when you get home.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a little bit.” He hangs up the phone, traffic slowly picking up but still moving at a slow pace. Eventually, he makes it out of the radius of the crash (and hopes everyone involved is okay). He ends up arriving home around nine-forty, pulling into his driveway. He notes your car is in the garage so he leaves his parked outside.

Jimin's heart is thrums in his chest, unsure of what you have planned but excited at the thought of what it could be. He doesn’t know what you have in store for him but that doesn’t stop him from running to the door with his keys in hand and ready to open the door. He’s confused the moment he shuts the front door and sees the downstairs lights are off.

You said you were going to be home, so… Where were you?

“Honey?” He calls out your name with no answer in return. He tosses his keys and wallet in the basket next to the front door and sets his shoes on the rack. The soft hum of the air conditioner can be heard and the little creaks of the house but he doesn’t hear you. “Where is she?”

Jimin feels his phone buzz, noting you must have texted him earlier when he was getting out of the car. That’s why he didn’t feel it.

[ 09:32pm | Honey🥰: Come upstairs when you get home.

He stuffs his phone into his back pocket and heads upstairs when he sees the candles lining their way from the top of the stairs to your shared bedroom. He bites back the smile, realizing he was really panicking for no reason. Holding your arms open, he runs into your arms with hesitation as you amused at his reaction.

“Surprise Darling!” You grin as he’s vibrating with excitement and also confusion.

“Is this-”

“Mhm and It’s all for you. I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to do something to help you relax.” You, noticing the way his eyes twinkle with adoration. You want to keep that look in his eyes for as long as you remain together.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jimin throws himself into your arms again, this time his plush lips connect with yours over and over as you giggle into it.

“Petal-”

“No.” Jimin's eyes meet yours as you see his bottom lip begin to wobble, a small pout on his lips. You can see tears beginning to form in his eyes and you can’t help but comfort your baby. You know why he’s so emotional when you do things like this but it still hurts to see. “T-thank you for taking care of me.”

Your smile fades the longer you hold him in your arms as you don’t move, knowing he needs this more than he leads on. To be secure, comforted and not ridiculed. You kiss the tear from his cheek before wiping it away with your thumb.

“I told you I would. You don’t have to thank me for that.” As you hold his jaw, you bring his face closer, your lips so close all he has to do is lean forward to taste you but you don’t give him the luxury again. Not yet. You have a point to make. “You deserve all of this and more, beautiful. And remember what I said?”

“Whoever made me feel less than doesn’t deserve me.”

You hum and note the way he melts into your arms, body so close to becoming boneless. He continues to take in your words as truth because he knows they are. He’s glad he found you when he did and he’s glad he took a chance that night when you spoke to him at the club. He’s never felt this genuine with anyone he’s been with before.

He doesn’t know where he would be if he hadn’t cast his doubts aside.

“Aish…” Jimin rolls eyes as his head falls back. “I’m sorry for messing up the mood.”

“The mood is whatever you want to make it. There’s no rules.”

Jimin nods, taking in his surroundings as he steps away to truly look around the room. The rose petals leading from the top of the stairs to your shared bed and the way the dim candles are lit and lighting the room. Jimin can’t wait to see what you’re going to do.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and let me cater to you, Pretty.” You hold your hand out for him to take and when he grabs it, you tug him into your chest. His breath hitches and his eyes widen the moment as he swallows. Whenever you take control, it always makes his heart skip a beat but he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. “I wanna take care of you tonight.”

He looks at you before noticing a bottle of oil next to the bed. The apple of his cheeks turning red as you can feel his dick chub up in his jeans.

“A massage?”

You hum, twirling your fingers for him to turn around and patting him on the butt to force him to move.

“Yes. Now, go shower.” Your tone is playful but stern and he knows you have something more in store aside from the initial plan.

“O-Okay.”

“Ah, ah. Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes Mommy!” He squeals, practically skipping toward the bathroom before shutting the door. You light a couple of more candles in his absence and grab a couple of towels to lay on the bed. You want him to feel good but don’t want to worry about cleaning the bed sheets later. Plus that oil is a little too runny, you make a mental note to get a different brand.

It doesn’t take much longer for Jimin to emerge from the bathroom. His hair is wet and dripping as the water cascades down his toned body. You were always amazed at how beautiful he is as a whole but his toned body is on a whole ‘nother level. You’re dying to rip the towel from his body and give him exactly what he needs to release the unwanted tension throughout it but that is going to have to wait.

For now.

“You’re staring,” Jimin states playfully. “Like what you see?”

He undid the towel around his waist and let it drop to the floor as he watched you run your tongue over your top lip. He shifts on his feet, the butterflies doing work to his stomach.

God, you make him feel so wanted.

“You know I do,” You chuckle, taking in just how hard he is (cock so red you can’t help but want to kneel down and blow him). The things you want to do to him right now are so surreal but, atlas, he needs the tension released from his body.

Focus.

You gesture for him to lie down on the bed. He makes a show of it, crawling slowly to give you a full view of his ass.

“You’re really trying to rile me up, aren’t you, Pretty?”

“Maybe?” He winks over his shoulder before laying down on the towel and wiggling a little to get comfortable.

“Tease.”

“But I’m your sweet little tease.” He grins, folding his arms and resting his head on top of them. He wiggles a little more to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can get with how hard he is. You can see him rut against the bed as you slap his firm ass, hearing him let off a soft groan.

“Be still.” It’s your turn to strip down to nothing, your lingerie thrown on the floor (long forgotten). You grab the lemon-scented massage oil from the bedside table and climb into bed, weight on the back of his legs just below his ass. You’re careful to make sure you don’t hurt him.

“Remember. Relax.”

“It’s kind of hard when I can feel you’re naked on top of me.”

“Would you have it any other way?”

He shakes his head but hisses the moment you apply pressure into the middle of his back. Your hands travel up to his shoulders and back down his back. Jimin’s hyper aware of how wet you are, he can feel it and holy shit, he wants to be buried inside of you. He wonders… Was this turning you on as much as it was for him?However, this massage feels way too good to have you stop now. He didn’t realize how pent up he was now that you’re doing your best to loosen up those muscles.

It doesn't go unappreciated.

“How does that feel, Petal?” A soft chill travels through his body the moment you begin walking your fingers down his back again. You’re no doubt tracing the various moon eclipses in the center of it and he can’t say he doesn’t like it… Because he does. You worship every single part of his body like he was made for you to praise and he can’t help but love every part of it.

You conditioned him this way but he’s glad.

“Sweets?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear me?”

“Oh no…” Jimin twists slightly to get a good look at you and he wishes he hadn’t. “Fuck…” You look so hot on top of him (even if it’s the wrong way). He can see your nipples hardened from rubbing your breast against his back and probably the cold air. You always look so sexy when you’re concentrating and right now is no different.

Feeling eyes on you, you glance to meet Jimins and smirk, knowing what that glint in his eyes mean.

“Nope. I’m not done, lay back down sweetheart.”

Jimin whines, wanting to get you to touch him down there but it’s not working. You’re too determined to finish this. You make sure to get the rest of his back, knowing how much he twists and turns while dancing. He mostly complains about it anyway so you know it’s one of the places that needs to be worked out.

“Still with me?”

He moans, “Y-Yeah, can you go deeper?” as you slide your palm near the trapezius.

You hum, “Of course. You’re so tense.”

“I know…” Jimin sighs, knowing he’s so fucking turned on. It’s starting to hurt a little since he’s laying on it. “M-Mommy…”

“Yeah?”

“Hurts?”

“Hm?” You scoot further back on his legs to be able to lean down and cup his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. It’s when you push your fist into the muscle and then knead into it that has Jimin practically crying for release. He moans your name, gripping the sheets on the side of him and pushes back against your hand with a soft whimper.

“It hurts so good.” You want to ruin him right here, right now. You want to make sure that he can’t walk for a couple of days, stumbling around asking (or rather whining) for your help because ‘you did this to him’.

You also want him to be able to unwind. Be free of thoughts and responsibilities. To simply feel the world around him.

Although, the latter is currently living rent-free in your mind.

The scent of the oil sends Jimin's senses into overdrive as it finally fills the room. When you hit a certain pressure point in the back of his calf, he hisses while reaching for a pillow to hold.

“Tell me if it hurts, baby.”

“I will, mommy.”

Fuck he needed this. You’re so good to him.

You hum, giving his ass a soft smack and hearing him groan.

“You know what I think, Petal?” You ask as Jimin's breath hitches the moment you start kneading his ass. “I should spank you for your outburst the other day.” You smack his ass again before pressing your hand into his lower back, leaning close to his ear. “I should fuck this pretty little hole until you're begging me to stop. Make you cum over and over again from just my cock but you would love that wouldn’t you, baby?”

“N-No. Punish me.”

“Oh? You wouldn't?” You chuckle, finally pulling his cheeks apart to the small Emerald peeking out of his hole. “Is that why this is here?”

“No! No… I-I just wanted to be prepared.”

“Of course, my love.” You tap the little gem before finally pulling it out and pushing it back in. You quickly up the speed and with how hard he is and all your teasing, he doesn't know if he will last much longer. “But I don't think you deserve this… at least, not yet.” You abruptly stop as he begs you to keep going. You pretend to ignore him. You slowly stand up, admiring the way his hole gapes open with the little green gem sitting pretty.

He knows you’re going to make him work for it. He doesn’t mind doing it but it’s so pent up, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to withstand it. You, however, are enjoying the show as you take a step back to gaze at him. An impish smile spreads across your face. You have something planned.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You ask, your voice soft but enticing. He nods, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“I said I was sorry…”

“I know you are and that’s the only reason I’m not.”

“P-Please…” He whines as he tries to rut against the bed but another quick slap on the ass stops him.

“Impatient.” With the click of your tongue, you remove the gem from his ass to watch him try to clench around nothing. “Get on all fours.”

“Yes Mommy.” He’s quick to obey as you reach around his frame to begin to stroke his cock. Running your fingers over his sensitive skin, he moans in pleasure. His eyes were lidding with excitement. You cup his balls in your hand, to massage them before more back to his ass.

“You want this, baby?” He can feel you thrusting against him and he so wishes you had your strap on right now. He needs it but whatever else you have planned he’ll take that too.

“Yes!” You rub your index against his hole in a circular motion. He moans softly, his body trembling with anticipation. You tilt forward to begin kissing up his back and once you reach his shoulder blades, he knows he’s a goner.

“If you can cum for me, you can have it.” You reach up to caress his cheek as his body vibrates with pleasure. His heart is pounding against his chest the moment your lips brush against his. "Now be a good boy and turn over for me baby." You step back and smirk, knowing you're about to give him what he really wants. “I wanna see your pretty face.”

It’s not so much as a request but more of a demand and Jimin does exactly what he’s told. You notice the moment he does that his cock looks like it’s about to burst from being neglected. The way it curves against his stomach makes you want to put it right in your mouth but you know the moment you do, he’s going to cum.

And you don’t want him to. Not yet.

You nibble your bottom lip to try not to give off how much this affects you but your mouth is watering at the sight.

“So pretty.”

“For you.”

“All for me?” He profusely nods as he writhes in your grasp, you feel up his stomach. He’s falling into that headspace but he’s okay with it because he knows you’ll take care of him when he does. You always do. “I hope so. Ready?”

“Y-Yes. Please.” Jimin whimpers, puppy eyes staring right into yours. “T-Touch me, please. I’ve been good. I w-waited.”

“Oh baby,” You coo, tracing the pre-cum on the tip of his cock as it jumps from the feathery touches. Another whine erupts from his throat as he arches his back, desperate to feel your lips or pussy wrapped around his cock.

You know he's growing desperate but you also know the pleasure he'll feel in the seconds to come will be out of this world with all the times you've denied his orgasm. You take a mental picture of him on his back with his legs pressed to his chest for your memory bank, savoring the moment.

Locked up safe and tight.

“I want you…” Jimin sighs, head falling back into the bed. The oil makes his body glisten, accenting the pre-cum drooling from his cock. You lick your palm and take hold of his cock as you slowly stroke it again. This time you swipe your tongue over the tip before closing your mouth over it and sucking it. “You're gonna make me cum.”

“Oh?” You suck a little harder and by the gods, Jimin is right fucking there just a couple of more sucks and you'll have his cum all down your throat but, alas, you stop again and Jimin feels like he's about to go insane.

“Turn over,” You tell him, hearing him whine louder because why? Why did you stop? Why were you doing this to him? Is it because he yelled at you? God… “Ah, ah.”

“Mommy, I-” You raise a brow and honestly, Jimin knows not to say much of anything else unless he wants you to walk out and leave him with the Blues balls he's ever had. Everything hurts at this point but it hurts so fucking good.

“Turn over.”

Once he's in the position, you smack his already red ass another smack to watch it jiggle from the force. That's when an idea comes to mind. You've seen Jimim dance, you know how flexible your king is and you want to see how long he can hold a position.

“I want you to do the splits, baby.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at the request. He can do it. Hell, he can do the side splits and the front but he's never done it for sexual gain. Will that feel good?

“Do you wanna cum?” Jimin peeks back with pleading eyes, hoping it'll get you to let him but all he gets is a chuckle in return. “Do you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Splits.”

Jimin nods, positioning himself into side splits and scooting back to the edge of the bed per your request. It feels weird, to say the least. His muscles are sort of strained but with years of ballet under his belt, he can handle it. You press his upper body into the mattress, lifting his bottom to make his cock and balls hang off the side of the bed. That way it's not hurting him and making it easier for you to play with.

“Fuck, I love your ass baby.”

Jimin whimpers and wiggles to try and entice you to start. His cock salivating all over the side of the bed sheets.

“I want you loud, Petal. I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel. Understand me?”

“Yes!” You smack his ass one more time before taking the right cheek and kneading it. “Fuck yes…” He moans, heading falling into the mattress with a gasp once your tongue is swirling around his pretty little hole. “Please fuck my hole. It's yours Mommy. It'll always be yours.”

“Yeah?” You spit into it before delving back in, your other wrapping around his cock to stroke. “You want me to stretch you baby? You want me to fuck you so good you'll still feel it in the morning?”

“Yes! Yes!”

You can feel the sheets tightened because of his grip on the bed sheets. His breathing grows withered and scarce. He jolts the moment you nip at his right cheek and instantly moves to the left and back.

“Your ass is so fucking amazing, baby.” You trace your finger around his rim before sinking it in. His hole flutters around it, he's so warm and wet and you wanna put your strap on and fuck him to oblivion but he's going dumb with just your tongue and fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb, baby boy. Make you want me so bad.”

You push your finger deeper as he mutters to no but himself, his body trembling with pleasure. You start off slow, hooking your finger to find that spot that you know will drive him wild.

“I love how wet you are for me already, baby.” Jimin slightly arches his back and pushes his hips up against you. You smirk at how needy he is now, reaching for a pillow to place underneath his stomach to make him arch a little better.

“Look at you taking my finger so well. It sucks me right in, baby. I wonder if you're ready for my-”

“I am, please!” He whines, pushing his ass back as he hears you chuckle.

“Eager aren't we?”

“Yes. Please!” Jimin’s full on sobbing now and rutting against the pillow. You know the friction it's causing will be enough to make him cum and you think you’ve played with him enough. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me, please!”

“Oh I plan to, but first…” You lean forward and immediately start flicking your tongue against his rim.

before running it down to his balls to the tip of his cock and giving it a light suck.

“Fuck Yes…” Jimin whimpers, “Your tongue is so good. You feel good.”

“Mhm…”

Jimin reaches behind him to try and shove your head into him and try to keep you there. He much rather have you laying on top of him and fucking his tight ass open but he’s so into his pleasure that he can’t seem to reach you like he wants to. He moans louder and louder as you keep licking and sucking his asshole.

He pushes his ass toward you just to feel more of you. Your hands, your tongue, your body heat- he’s surrounded by you and he knows he can trust you. You make him feel so safe and secure.

He’s so close to the edge and he wants you to take him over. Your hands gripping his thighs tighter and at this point, he is straight grinding on your face as you tongue his pretty hole. You’re switching between fucking him with your tongue and fingers and his pleasure is at it’s peak. He can feel it simmering in his stomach, wanting it to snap because he needs this.

He needs you to keep going.

He feels your body move against his and his heart races as you take him deeper. He’s never felt this pleasure before and he knows he’s going to cum soon. He moans in pleasure as he feels your tongue exploring him, his breathing becoming ragged as he feels you teasing him.

He wants you to fuck him. So. Fucking. Bad.

“Please...” His strength is ebbing away, and he can't keep up the momentum. He wants to cum so bad but he wants to feel full.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, petal.” A chuckle escapes your lips. He surrenders completely and lets you take him as far as you want. He feels so relaxed and open with you and he knows he can trust you. He lets you take control and he lets you bring him pleasure. “Ready?”

“Cum… ‘Wan cum…”

At first, you were simply grazing his prostate and barely touching it but now, you’re fucking him so good that he’s starting to mumble incoherently. He’s tensing and then untensing before gripping the sheets so hard, you knew his knuckles were turning white. His moans grow so much louder as his breathing is becoming labored.

He’s oh so hot and god, you want to ruin him some more.

You add a third and this point, you’re thrusting in and out as his pretty hole sucks your fingers right in. He can’t control the sounds he makes each time you so much as graze (let alone touching) against his prostate and he knows he’s about to cum so hard. He needs this, his mind and body stressed to the point that he can’t even relax on his own but that’s why he’s happy you’re here.

You always know what he needs.

“I’m about to cum!” He buries his face further into the bed and you know his face is beet red from how much he begins wiggling to reach his high. You lean over and whisper in his ear, "Cum for me, baby."

He lets out a loud moan as his body shudders and he cums all over himself.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” He yells the moment he finally cums, he keeps rutting into the bed to keep his orgasm going as you begin to slow down since you know he’s hypersensitive right now. “So good. So good. I’m good. Good.” He whines and you know he is falling into his space. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“Petal?” You immediately climb into the bed to lay on top of you, knowing he needs the comfort of knowing someone is with him. You rub circles into his back, let him know that he's not alone and that you're here. You'll always be here. You’re pleased and content in the knowledge that you made him feel this good.

“I'm sorry…” The way he cries does nothing but break your heart because you know it's coming from a place that he hasn't tapped into since he left his last relationship.

“Why honey?” You ask, your smile turns into a frown when his eyes meet yours but they're widened with fear. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I-” He tried to explain but the moment you shake your head, he stops.

“Honey, don't ever apologize for something that you don't have control over.” You reach forward to caress his cheek, noticing how blotchy with red they've become since his episode. “I told you I would take care of you and I meant that.”

Jimin hums, eyes in a complete daze as he leans into your touch to rub his face into your hand.

“I'm sorry…” You smile, kissing his forehead as well to say it's okay. You hate the damage his ex’s has done to him but you're determined to reverse it because Jimin deserves everything and more. He deserves to be loved and cared for. Not ridiculed because of what he’s into.

“It's okay, Petal.” He rests his head in your breast and you know sleep is finally taking over his form. He needs the rest and you don't bother him while he does.

With his arms wrapped around your waist and his breathing finally evening out. You can say he's satisfied and stress-free right now.

Maybe you should run him a bath when he wakes up.

Yeah, you think you’ll do that. You smile to yourself and stroke his hair, he looks so peaceful and content.

You kiss his forehead, silently wishing him a peaceful night.

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yoongikapi · 6 months ago

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Hi are your drabble reqs still open!?

I have one drabble req- y/n seeing jm’s who dance practice with the dancers and gets actually very jealous in a very cute way but shows jimin that she actually loves it especially the part everyone is going crazy about lol- jm’s hand movement in the who choreo with the dancer. And jimin catches on to it and this that its very cute of y/n to be that way and just reassures that she will always be the one.

Pls pls pls if can write some cute fluff romance 🩷🌻

yes they’re still open and thank you so much for the request!!

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reassurance || pjm || oneshot

fluff / comfort

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you were insanely excited to visit your boyfriend at the studio today, you planned on bringing him lunch and some homemade cookies you knew he loved. happily walking up to the studio, you were surprised to see him still practicing. you rarely got to see him like this; in his element and focusing on nothing besides his dance. he was beautiful as he spun around the room with his dance partner.

oh.

his dance partner.

his dance partner who was suddenly too close to him, who wrapped their arms around his neck, fully invested in the dance just as he was. you were no longer watching your boyfriend, but instead watched how his dance partner interacted with him and how close they were; how intimate the choreography was.

eventually the dance came to an end, and your boyfriend noticed you standing in the corner. a huge smile spread on his face as he embraced you, but you didnt have it in you to hug him back. he noticed this of course and asked you what was bothering you all of a sudden. you just shrugged your shoulders and stepped away from him, heading to the table to drop off his lunch. he stopped you and turned you to face him and asked you once again:

“honey whats wrong? whats bothering you?”

“its stupid…” you trailed off. you knew you shouldn’t be upset, you knew it was apart of the choreography and that his dance partner was strictly just that, but you couldn’t get it out of your head. the way their arms wrapped around each other, the way he pulled them in close, the way his fingers brushed against their face just like he did to you, you couldn’t stand it.

“its not stupid if its bothering you, whats going on?” his brows furrowed as he searches your face for some sort of answer.

you explain your worries to him and his attention is completely on you as you speak.

when you finish, you lean your head into his chest and once again tell him; “but its stupid, im sorry i know i shouldn’t be jealous but..”

he cuts you off with a laugh and once again pulls you into a hug: “youre so cute”

confused, you asked him what he meant;

“i think its cute you’re jealous of them, but you have no reason to be. youre the only one for me and you know that.” you smile, half happy with his words and half happy his dance partner heard that.

“now lets go eat lunch together hon.” he takes your hand in his and gives you reassuring squeezes as you lead him over to the table.

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y2k

moodboard and fic inspo by @psychedelic-ink main masterlist

rating: Teen (this is an 18+ blog) warnings: fluff, Joel and Sarah being domestic and cute af, swearing, Sarah being a little shit. No outbreak. word count: 876 summary: a morning in the Miller Household with our fave resident Girl Dad and his Daughter (who is a little shit affectionately).

A/N: @psychedelic-ink is having a cute lil joel miller birthday bash and i requested a silly y2k moodboard in honour of the occasion. This spawned from my brain before I could stop it. Happy Birthday, JM!

if my boss asks, i've been working super hard for the last hour and not writing this.

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Joel sat at the kitchen counter, nursing his morning coffee. It was a clear day, the heat of summer dwindling now that October was approaching. He relished these quiet moments in the mornings, just him and his world inside that house, safe and sound.

Even after 15 years though, the silence never lasted long. He was glad for it - he dreaded to think how quickly the days of silence would come and how much he would long for the noise.

As expected, footsteps thundered down the stairs.

One day that kid's goin' to bring this fuckin' house down.

"Hey Dad," Sarah says breathlessly as she sidles up to Joel. She's hiding something behind her back, and Joel well knows that look on her face by know. She's been up to something.

"Mornin' kid," he smiles. Whatever she's up to he doesn't care, seeing the best thing he ever did every morning always put a smile on his face. "What you got there?"

"I got something to show you," she bites her lip. "I made it."

Joel's heart wants to burst out of his chest. As a kid, he was always being gifted little drawings and creations - pictures of them in their house, a deranged looking cat with too many legs (a sign from Sarah that she really wanted a pet kitty - he wishes he could've said yes to her, but his allergies would never let it happen), a paper mache lump of something she'd made and painted. He kept it, but he still didn't know what it was. My babies first abstract art he'd joked at the time. It had been years since she'd made anything for him, she was more into playing with friends and sports than arts and crafts with her old man these days.

"Alright then, let's see it," he turns to face his daughter as she pulls her laptop from behind her back. It was a birthday gift this summer, and she was rarely off the damn thing - she said it made homework easier than having to use the family desktop computer, but he still didn't quite believe she didn't just use to to talk to her friends until the early hours of the morning. Still, he could never say no or be mad at her for much of anything for too long.

"And you ain't takin' that to school."

Sarah rolls her eyes. "I'm not. Look."

She points to the screen.

"I was up all night making it for you - Happy Birthday, Dad!"

It's... well. It's something else. Pictures of him (he recognized one as a picture she had taken 5 years ago) and the two of them together, all interspersed with a collection of other images he wasn't familiar with but somehow seemed to match. Joel's stomach dropped with it - if this is what his baby girl was into, maybe she'd changed more as a teen than he thought. Still, she'd made it for him. It was special.

"I... it's..." Joel was getting genuinely choked up. He didn't care what it was. He just loved that she made it for him.

"Don't you love it?" she prods his arm, grinning like a maniac.

"I do." And he did.

"The color pallette is so cute right, and this picture is my favorite." She points to a picture in the middle from a 4th of July last year - Her and Joel had gone to a neighbors house to celebrate. There'd been a bonfire. "I put filters on everything to make it more pink. It really gels it all together, don't you think?"

It was one of his favorites too. Even with... all the pink.

"It is uh, real pink, yeah," Joel says, scratching his neck. "It your new favorite color or somethin'? We need to paint your room again?"

Sarah's face drops. "I - I thought it was your favorite color, Dad." She looks devastated.

Joel is dumbstruck. What does he say. He flounders, stuttering, trying to find the words.

Suddenly, Sarah's face breaks into a shit eating grin big enough to rival Tommy's.

"I'm just fucking with you dad."

Joel's eyes snap to hers, a warning, and amusement, flashing across his face.

She holds her hands up in surrender. "Messing! I'm just messing with you."

"Well, I love it anyway. Even if you are just messin' with me," he kisses her temple and pushes her toward the door. "C'mon, lets get goin' or you're goin' to be late, and so am I."

Sarah rolls her eyes, gathers her school bag and heads for the door with Joel in tow. They both head for his truck, starting their day the same way they always do - together.

Joel stops before he reaches his truck, placing a large hand on the hood and looking over to his daughter. His - how did he get so lucky.

"Hey kid... can you send me that picture when you get home from school?"

Sarah smiles. It was a silly joke, but she's glad he loves it too. "Sure thing, Dad."

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renx01 · 8 months ago

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Out of Sight - Part 3

General idea: Moriarty is your boss. After he helped you out of a precarious situation when you were still a minor, you started working for him. Now, he has a new job for you. Get close to the Holmes brothers to keep an eye on them for him. Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Reader & Jim Moriarty/Reader Fandom: BBC Sherlock Word count: 1936

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That evening you get home quite late, so you decide to text Jim a short update before immediately heading to bed.

Everything’s going according to plan, Mr British government has already approached me. Both Holmes brothers are very much interested but do not suspect me in the slightest. -S

Wonderful. -JM

You slept for a couple of hours before waking up around five in the morning. Getting out quietly, you stretch your limbs before getting out your running gear. You put in your earbuds and turn on the music before heading out. The streets are quiet and there’s the faintest bit of rain falling from the sky. ‘Of course it’s raining.’ You whisper to yourself as you start your run. The route you’re running is about fifteen kilometres (just over 9 miles) through the streets and some nearby parks. Despite what some others may do, you have the intention of keeping up with your stamina and physical fitness. A morning run is the first step to that, and later this week you will be looking into places where you could possibly keep up with your fighting skills, preferably MMA. When you turn a corner in the park, you’re greeted by Sebastian’s face. He starts running with you as you continue. ‘Good morning to you.’ You slow your pace a bit so he can catch up. ‘What are you doing here Seb?’ Sebastian has, over the years, become a bit of a brotherly figure in your life. While you know it is not advantageous to care, you do care for him in a way. ‘Just checking whether you’ve settled down a bit. London’s a big city and while I know you’re used to it quite a bit, I just wanted to check.’ He smiles widely. ‘You’re taking quite a risk, mister.’ Turning serious, you stop in your tracks. ‘Does Jim know you’re here?’ He nods. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think it were alright.’ This brings some relief. ‘Okay, good. I just wanted to check. We shouldn’t be taking too many risks.’ The two of you continue running together for a few kilometres before he tells you goodbye. ‘I’ll keep in touch, Jim gave me the number of your burner phone.’

When you get back to Baker Street, you hop into the shower before getting dressed for work. You just grab a granola bar, your briefcase, and leave to go to your work. The ride on the tube is quiet and you notice nothing out of the ordinary. ‘Good morning Charlie.’ You’re greeted by Sally Donnovan. ‘Morning Sallie, had a good night yesterday?’ She’d been flirting with Anderson all day and they’d left work together. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Turning away, you ignore her blushing bashfully at your comments and pour yourself a cup of coffee. ‘Sure thing.’ You whisper. ‘So how’s London treating you?’ She’s obviously trying to change the subject, and you decide to go with it to make things easier. ‘It’s been good, though I haven’t seen much of the city yet. I arrived this past Sunday and worked most of yesterday. Went on a run this morning though, and the parks around here seem to be very nice.’ You smile at her before sipping your coffee. Greg walks up and joins the conversation. ‘You went on a run? This morning?’ You see him glance at the clock. It’s just before eight o’clock. ‘I did.’ They both seem quite shocked. ‘What time did you wake up?’ Sally asked, her voice making her shock quite obvious. ‘Around five.’ If it had been possible, their eyes would’ve become the size of saucers. ‘That early? Charlie, are you mad?’ Greg’s voice has a tone you haven’t heard much before, was it concern? ‘I’m not? I just wanted to go on a run and due to work that was the most convenient time to do so.’ They glance at each other briefly before Sally speaks again. ‘I suppose you are correct about that. Didn’t expect you to be such a morning person.’ She tries to sound cheery, but it’s obviously fake. ‘You aren’t?’ You look poignantly at her over your mug. ‘No, I’m not. I’m more of a night owl myself.’ Her smile looks a bit sheepish. All the mindless chatter annoys you to no end, but you know it’s required to participate in order to blend in. Hopefully the Holmes brothers will make up for it, though you assume for that to be the case when Jim’s assigned you to it. When you get back to your desk, you quickly send him a text from your burner phone.

This better get interesting quickly, these people at SY are boring me out of my mind. -S

It takes a while, but he does reply.

Oh it will, don’t worry. Just be patient. -JM

The rest of the morning runs smoothly. There’s been a homicide which seems to be linked to another one which was committed just over a month earlier. It isn’t too complex, both seem to be linked to a singular drug cartel which is at war with another one. You happen to know a lot more about the ins and outs of this one, but cannot show your hand to the police just yet. So, you’re carefullie piecing together the evidence they already have, so they can come to the correct conclusion themselves. Around lunchtime, you’re approached by Lestrade, asking you to join him, Donnovan, and Anderson for a short walk. So, while a bit reluctantly, you do decide to join them. Throughout the affair, you mostly listen, only engaging in conversation when it seems necessary. Most of it was unimportant nonsense, but you do hear something about Sherlock snooping around at a suicide case. You assume, however, that it probably isn’t a suicide if Sherlock’s involved himself. What is clear to you, though, is that Jim isn’t directly involved. It’s probably one of his many pawns which are spread across the city.

That night when you arrive at your flat you see the light is on and the door is open to 221B. You hear Sherlock constantly talking to John. Something about a painting in a bank and a symbol that they’re trying to find. Deciding that it’s a good time for “bonding” with them, you walk up the stairs and knock on the already opened door.‘Evening gentlemen,’ John turns to face you and you flash a shy smile, ‘how’s it going?’ His eyes look a bit desperate. Desperate to escape from Sherlock, even if it’s just momentarily. ‘Evening Charlie. Well, I suppose we’re doing fine. Sherlock got a new case today, so that’s always good.’ He doesn’t sound too convinced. You slowly start walking in and see the pictures of a painting that has been spray-painted over. It’s a symbol you’d seen used by smugglers while you were in Hong Kong and China. ‘So, what’s all this?’ Your voice is soft, but does grab the detective’s attention. ‘It’s an ancient Chinese number. Fifteen to be precise.’ He looks at you briefly before returning his gaze to one of the many books that are scattered around the flat. ‘And what exactly do you need all these books for?’ You pick up one of the ones that he had discarded on the table and open it. It wasn’t anything special, and you are certain that he’s probably looking in the wrong direction in terms of books. Sure a book should bring the answer, but this novel isn’t going to give him any information. ‘I am looking for information on what the people behind this are trying to convey to the person that finds it.’ A snort escapes you unintentionally. I got that, I’m not a goldfish. ‘Well, based on the two people that have died, it’s probably a message.’ He picks up a book from one of the plastic bins. ‘It probably just tells them that they’ll die soon?’ Making it a question makes you sound uncertain and gives Sherlock the opportunity to tell you what he knows. He likes to show off after all. ‘While that is indeed the case, there’s a lot more behind it-’

Sherlock basically shared all the details he knew about the case with you that evening. Based on what he’s told you, it’s probably some sort of conflict within one of the criminal organisations of Chinese origin that operate in London. Towards the end of the night, you excuse yourself and head outside for a moment, greeting Mrs Hudson on the way. ‘Evening.’ You smile at her. ‘Evening dearie, how’re you doing?’ You tell her that you’re well and ask her about her day. After about five minutes of conversation, you’re finally able to step outside. The air outside is cold but your coat keeps you warm enough. Slipping your hand into your coat pocket, you grab your cigarette case and lighter. This is the one vice you hold onto. In a way, it helps you relax, but you haven’t made it a habit. You take a single one out of the case and light it, taking a drag almost immediately. As you look at the cars that are passing by, you start to disassociate. A message on your phone gets you out of this trance-like state.

I thought you’d quit smoking Spikey. -JM

You chuckle as you take another drag.

Let me have my vice. It isn’t a habit anyway. -S

As long as it doesn’t affect your mind, I really don’t care. It might even attract Sherlock’s attention. Ask him about the 400+ kinds of ashes that exist. -JM

I’ll consider it. -S

You put away your phone quickly before the door behind you opens. By the sound of it, it’s Sherlock. You turn your head slightly so you can see him from the corner of your eye. Before he can say anything, you hold up a single cigarette for him to grab. He considers for a moment, but doesn’t grab it. Good, I suppose. He’s being entertained by the case. He’ll probably get bored after this one ends. ‘Didn’t know you smoked.’ He comments, it’s obviously a lie. ‘You definitely knew. You’re Sherlock Holmes.’ He lets out a quiet laugh. ‘Alright, I did know, though the signs were barely there. You aren’t a regular smoker, are you?’ ‘You’re correct about that.’ You muse quietly. ‘You met Mycroft, haven’t you.’ Taking another drag, you nod. ‘I have. Quite dramatic isn’t he?’ The faintest chuckle escapes him, again. He’s starting to like you and your personality, that’s good. A lot easier than you’d expected. ‘He is. Did you take the bribe?’ Ah, so he knows about his brother’s inquiries. ‘I did.’ ‘Good.’ He sounds somewhat happy about your choice. ‘The money is only useful, and he’ll know 95 percent of it already anyway. I suppose those extra five percent help my brother with his nerves.’ You smirk. ‘Didn’t expect you to be so accepting of your brother constantly spying on you.’ ‘I’m not, I’m just used to it.’ After taking one last drag, you throw the remainder of the cigarette onto the pavement and put it out with your foot. ‘Is that so? Well, I suppose I can understand if it’s a sibling. He probably means well.’ He scoffs. ‘I hardly think that’s the case. Mycroft isn’t one to care, he just wants to make sure I’m not a nuisance to him or his work.’ You turn to fully face him. ‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Sherlock.’ Giving him a wink, you go back inside and to your flat.

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final-script · 11 months ago

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Knowing Family | Julian Alvarez

Pairing: Julian Alvarez x Reader

Sumary: Meeting your boy’s parents for the first time.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later)

Gif: gyu-17

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You and Julian met at the start of the season when you came to work for the club, making content for social media.

At first he behaved a bit shy, but as the months went by, little by little he became more encouraged.

Let's just say that the Julian at the beginning of the season wouldn't have dared to ask you out, as he did at the end of the season.

(…)

I ask you out, at the end of a day of recording, I wait for most of the guys to walk away so I can do it.

They both agreed to tour the city and then go to dinner.

That dinner was the start of it all, a couple of months later, they officially started dating, choosing to keep the relationship as low-key as possible, only the team and our families knew.

Your parents, as soon as they met him, loved him, you couldn't say the same from your side since his parents weren't in the country, you hadn't been able to meet them, only greet them by facetime.

(...)

With the Champions League final, his parents will travel to see him and therefore you could meet them.

Which made you a little nervous, but Julian managed to reassure you.

J- You've talked to them before and believe me, the way you see them, they are.

Y/N- I don't doubt it, only that I'm afraid that when they meet me, they'll be disappointed to see me.

J- You're wrong, I've told them how wonderful you are in everything you do and they're excited to meet you.

Y/N- then I take your word for it, now go train before Pep adds a few laps to you.

Julian laughed and listened.

With the theme of the final, you had forgotten for a moment that you would meet your in-laws.

On the day of the game, together with the rest of the media team, we were in charge of keeping the fans informed at all times.

Fortunately, we documented a match that ended in victory.

On the way to capturing the celebration, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

Y/N- congratulations champion!. You immediately turned around so you could hug him properly.

At first it was just an emotional hug, but I think the euphoria of the moment made us forget where we are for a while and ended up kissing.

And with that… Goodbye to discretion.

J- sorry… I…

Y/N- okay, at some point everyone was going to find out.

You reassure him immediately.

Back in our world, we didn't see that family members had entered the camp.

xx- Julian, son… Two people behind us caught our attention.

I took a few steps aside for my boy to greet his parents, hugged and kissed each one affectionately, when I finished I approached them again.

J- Mom, Dad, she's my girlfriend Y/N. I repeated his actions.

JM- You definitely weren't wrong, she's beautiful.

J- MAMA!! (MOM!!!) He blushed furiously.

JF- Your mom doesn't lie, they both look cute together.

Now it was my face that was flushed.

Y/N- Es un placer conocerlos (it's a pleasure to meet you).

I got a little bit of the Spanish that Julián had taught me.

JM- Believe me, the pleasure is ours.

We exchanged a few more words, but even though I would have liked to stay, I had to get on with the work.

Before continuing, I took some pictures of them and even another of my mates came to photograph me with my boyfriend and my in-laws.

I think all the scenarios in my head were pure nonsense, thinking that they wouldn't want me.

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Run BTS: 083 | Summer Outing part 1

Original Air Date: 06 AUG 2019 Episode Length: 28:33 Total Parts: 3 YouTube English Subtitles: No Title Song: Idol

Synopsis: The guys are on a summer day trip to a lake. They break into two teams for the day's activities. This part covers some games in a pool and the guys being tugged behind a boat in a tube.

Production: They did such a good job mitigating the sound issues on this ep. I'm truly impressed, especially for 2019. I do think the water polo section is too long but that's honestly expected with our members and this particular skill. The editors embrace it as it's not really about the game anymore, it's about how they bicker and scold each other.

Endearment: I actually had a hard time with this one, not because of anything in the episode but I'm watching it in the middle of AYS releases and it sure is making me miss the full group together. anyway, the guys did pretty good here. the water polo is only enjoyable to watch because of their chemistry, just waiting to see who gets scolded at any moment.

Winner/Loser: see final part

Best Cheater: Genuinely forgot this was something to be on the lookout for. i didnt notice one. As always we can trust Jimin to confess when he was wrong, i love it so much but there's a reason his face is so small in this section of my analytics posts.

Member Moments:

RM: RM being the brains of his team's quiz

JN: Jin being so savage after the hopemin rock-paper-scissors. completely flat faced saying it was interesting.

YG: Yoongi's got such swagger this episode. right from when he finds he's on a team with the maknaes. i love it.

JH: Hobi's warm up exercises!

JM: The betrayal of Jimin as he gets flung into the pool

V: Tae whining right from the start of the tube ride

JK: JK quietly answering RMs practice math quizes

Bonus Content: Ahhh, seeing the guys in their bt21 hoody towels, so cute. i do have one thing that's bothering me a little about the bonus content. it's when they include basically the same moments that we saw in the final cut of the episode. there are times where it's interesting because there's further context or perspective but sometimes...it's just from the lower quality camera and it's just extra fluff. Definitely felt that with this one.

CQ Rank: 3

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Next Episode: 084

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kanmom51 · 1 month ago

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Are you sure?! Masterlist

This is happening

Is this right?

Are you sure?

A little math in the morning

Are you sure? 1st trailer

Seriously?

Are you sure? Announcement

Are you sure? Announcement (from USA)

Are you sure? Another teaser gem

To those who were still contemplating

Cuddles time

Some pics landed

Also,

D-10 countdown

Are you sure? Main trailer - D-9

D-8

D-7

D-6

D-5

D-4

D-3

D-2

Jikook You are me I am you - 'Are you sure?!' version - reblog

D-1

Yeah...

I'm here dears

Are you sure? Silver day

I guess JK is cute

And you said they don't do matchy matchy

Seems like JM knows how to make JK's heart flutter

JK and zooming in on JM's face

Jikook car drive to CT

Are you sure? Announcement from Jeju

Having a conversation Jikook style

The story of a JK, a JM and some late night wrestling

Jikook from Sapporo

Jikook and boxing

Jikook and boats

This is what knowing something is all about

Are you sure? Episode 3

JM is singing 3D

Are you sure? Jeju - More of JK's savagery

Are you sure? Jeju - JK saying JM looks pretty

Are you sure? Jeju - JK and JM's shoes

JK and FOOD?

Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 3 - JK caring for JM

Unpopular opinion perhaps

Jikook in bed - Part 1

Jikook in bed - Part 2

Jikook being wilding

A new Jikook thing

Jeju - Episode 4 - The pool

JM is prettier than the clouds

JM being JK's food - again

Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 5 - Let's start from the end

JK forgetting who the hyung is?

Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 5

What was this?

Jikook and their ramen talk

Jikook in bed - Part 3

Pool fun Jeju day 2 (Episode 5)

Jikook cuddles - Are you sure?! Jeju

Are you sure? Sapporo

Are you sure? Episode 6 - Sapporo

I'm still here

This!!! I want this!!!

The choices

Jikook Are you sure?! My take is that they pretty much are

Karma is a Biatch

This needs a little more attention

I'm lost for words

Are you sure? Sapporo - Episode 8

To be honest - a reblogg

JK is JM's...

'Innocent' pool fun?

JM's fascination with JK's tiddies

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yeonboy · 2 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // profiles [3]

↦ jmda + misc.

After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you're helplessly spiraling for him.

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↣ jmda | Jimin Dance Academy, official twitter – a dance crew turned academy, established by jimin when his crew members asked to be students instead.

↣ jm | park jimin, ‘95 – professional ballet dancer, trained in contemporary. worked as a freelance choreographer for a while before starting JMDA, 4 years ago. leader of the contemporary group at the academy. the sweetest boss ever. childhood bffs with jungkook, often suspected to be dating him due to their closeness.

↣ thebetterjeon | jeon jungkook, ’97 – art films creator turned k-drama director, has been rapidly rising to fame due to his recent superhit release. somi’s older brother, jimin’s childhood best friend. sometimes drops by at JMDA to film covers with jimin to help promote them on YouTube.

↣ ryuryu | shin ryujin, ’01 – JMDA’s social media manager. always caught up in a tussle with beomgyu bec she can't stop questioning his abilities with a camera.

↣ swanzuha | nakamura kazuha, ’03 – a trained ballerina, currently a dance major at snu. part-times with the camera crew at JMDA bec she's too shy to show her real talent at the academy.

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❧ notes! so maybe i should have elaborated JMDA before but adhasdgks at least now we know (':

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6 hours ➣ maknae line x reader

summary: 6 hours. One party. Amidst the chaos, you're stretched over three sides - the dillema of your best friend(jm) having feelings for you, your crush(jk) finally noticing your presence and their annoying friend who never gave a good impression. All parties unveil secrets of their own during a chaotic night.

Masterlist - under construction

Pairings: fuckboy!tae x reader, crush!jk x reader, jm x crush!reader , hoseok x random

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Genre: smut, college au, nonidol!au, love cube sorta thing

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: alcohol use, drug use, slight existential angst, innapropriate sexual comments, graphic depictions of smut, (chapt.2 ~ ), fingering, oral (f. m. recieving), kinky dares, slut shaming, protected sex, overstimulation, thigh kink, dirty talk, spit kink, multiple orgasms, degrading, face fucking >> reader is in love with jk, jimin is in love with a reader, taehyung is just there being hot and flirty.

author's note: hi! really debated whether to post a 10k one shot or splitting it into chapters, so... I split it into chapters :) also...I really need to make a new functional masterlist so it's under construction!!

Taglist: If you want to be in the taglist, reply to this post or dm me to stay updated :)

Chapter 2 release:

29th of September 2022 > 8 p.m (CET)

Hour 1

"A toast before chaos"

Time: [ 11:03 PM ]

There's a special place in heaven and/or hell reserved for people who throw huge house parties. What kind of a sociopath would risk their own home to become a place of sex, drugs and overall chaos induced by alcohol? Well, even though you disliked the whole concept of "parties are the pinnacle of your 20s" you still often went out with friends. Unfortunately, you had your own ways of learning how to not drink too much, trying to teach yourself something from your past mistakes. Still, you felt pretty stable and non pliable in making certain decisions for yourself.

Before you could even prepare yourself for mayhem, your best friend Jimin pushed you inside, already tipsy from pregaming at his place.

"Idiot! I almost fell."

"But you didn't, Y/N. That's the best part."

He teased you, making you slap his arm. People around you seemed to be observing the two of you, given the fact there was a rumor going around the university that you were in a casual relationship. Mostly sexual. However, there was nothing in your friendship that came across more than platonic.

Often times, both of you loved to provoke the people who spread those false rumors, getting a lot more "touchy-feely" in front of them. Their reactions were the fuel for your ongoing jokes.

So, out of pure spite, you two stirred the pot because the only thing you could do is to catch up with the chaos itself, especially at parties. You felt at ease once you finally got inside, observing how relaxing the whole house looked. People were scattered over the whole house, talking, dancing, laughing. Some upped the alcohol amount already, sometimes a common mistake among people. Girls were laughing and shyly drinking from their cups. However, you strongly believed in the saying - "It's always calm before the storm."

So, all you could do was make sure Jimin would sober up through the late hours, enough to walk you home and sit through the madness. Although, there were countless instances when you had to walk, almost carry him home, since he often forgot his limits.

Nonetheless, Jimin was a lovely guy, a good friend but unfortunately suffered a bad case of "Friday worshipping." It was a term you made up about generalized group of people who loved partying and couldn't stay at home on Fridays under any circumstances. And oh boy, Jimin adored Fridays.

His attention turned to the living room, hearing one of his favorite songs play. Jimin smiled right away once his best friend approached him. It was Taehyung, and you were attending his party. You indeed had no idea this was his party, let alone his house. If you knew you probably wouldn't come since you couldn't stand some of Jimin's friends, especially Taehyung.

"You know me so well." Jimin teased, nudging into his shoulder. Taehyung giggled, engaging in the small talk with him. You stood by Jimin's side, making the awkward eye contact around the room with people whilst the two of them talked. You felt under pressure once realizing Taehyung kept his eyes fixed on you in between talking.

You only officially met a few months ago, and you have been avoiding him at parties ever since. You have seen him around before, obviously, but just few months ago you talked for a little while, only to realize you didn't like his persona one bit. Taehyung seemed fake once he was out drinking, making you dislike him immediately. Maybe it was his aura or his cocky attitude, but something seemed off about him. Jimin always talked about Tae in the best way possible. Apparently, Taehyung was polar opposite in front of his friends, but his alter-ego always showed at parties and other social interactions of greater altitude. His soft, caring and deeper side didn't really impress you since you only seen him as a drunken mess or a womanizer. Or both.

Taehyung was good with the ladies, but became bored quite easily, getting the pleasure he needed only to dip out the next morning. Plus, he wasn't really good at articulating his thoughts. Just intrusive words and sentences exhaled into thin air out of nowhere.

Jimin made the first mistake of the night - left you alone with Taehyung.

"Jimin, no." You tried to whisper to him while he walked past you, furrowing his eyebrows out of slight confusion. As soon as you turned towards Taehyung, he was standing closer.

"Y/N, hey."

"Hi." you spoke quickly. As you were trying to come up with the idea to excuse yourself, he was quicker.

"Before you make up a reason to leave, as a host, I have to present you the "Supreme Kim host tradition." He smirked, grabbing a bottle of whiskey.

"I'm scared." Your deadpan tone made him chuckle.

"It's simple. You just have to drink with the host."

"And that's it?" You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by his manners.

"Yup." He poured the hard liquor into both white cups.

You wanted to drink immediately, but he scolded you.

"Yah. No cheers, nothing?" He raised his cup. His overly friendly attitude was concerning you. Something about him seemed off, but you couldn't decide what it was given the fact you were also slightly tipsy by this point. If you had to put your drunkeness on a scale you were at a solid 4/10. Still manageable, impressively not tripping over words.

"Cheers." You clank cups with him, remaining eye contact for a second. Taehyung downed his whiskey with ease, his face flinching slightly. You felt the strong drink hit the back of your throat, the rising burning sensation dominating your mouth. Taehyung stood in silence, glancing around the room before turning his attention towards you.

"Nice house, I guess. Good luck cleaning tomorrow morning." Your monotone voice was already irritating Taehyung, who just wanted to get to know you. As much as he knew the two of you never really got along, he wanted to know what was the repulsive thing that was dragging his will away from getting to know you. And vice versa.

"Oh, come on. Who cares about tomorrow morning?" He scoffed.

You kept silent, marinating in that awkward interaction, hoping he'd leave soon.

"You're not as wild as usual. Don't like the music?" Taehyung broke off the silence, not letting you win that easily. Both of you knew what you were doing.

"How do you know I'm wild?"

"I've seen you at parties sophomore year. Thought you left uni though. But lately you started going out again, right?"

"Well I'm here. I just became a book worm." You gave a half assed answer, making Taehyung dissatisfied with your lack of enthusiasm and emotion on your face. He felt the need to see the drunken version of you, before you even met him. He knew about your old party lifestyle, so you could say he was quite curious about seeing that again.

"A book worm? Or, you watched 10 Things I Hate About You way too many times and now you think you have that "Kat" bad ass persona while everyone at school still knows you as the slut-" Taehyung's direct tone sounded like a personal attack, your brain sending signals for you to leave.

"Nice party. See you around." You cut him off, wanting to leave immediately but he pulled your arm softly.

"I'm sorry. I won't be an ass. I promise." He tried to keep a smile hidden, but failed.

"Too late." You scoffed at him right as Jimin returned with a full cup.

You were so happy that the music was louder, since you wouldn't be able to stand the awkward silence you got stuck in again.

"So, what you talked about?" Jimin took a sip noticing a tension between the two of you.

"Nothing. I was just on my way to go the bathroom and hang around the place. If I don't see you, I'll call you when it's time to go home. You trust me, right?

"For a hundredth time, always. When have I not?" Jimin smiled, nodding at everything you said.

"Don't make me count." You placed a kiss onto his cheek, avoiding eye contact with Tae, who didn't like that one bit.

You felt Taehyung's heavy stare as you walked away, shaking your head. You successfully survived this interaction, wanting to treat yourself with another drink.

Passing by your peers, you made your way to the bathroom, thanking heavens it wasn't occupied. Taehyung's house looked better than you'd expect, the vintage interior combined with modern decorations impressing your taste. It was obvious he didn't live alone.

Taehyung lived with a few friends at this house, and you disliked almost all of them.

Bathrooms were always a weird place to be at the bathroom. And usually in the first hour of any party bathrooms were confessional spaces for drunken girls. You enjoyed the silence, and hoped you wouldn't give into the old version of yourself this night. You had a quite a long pep talk in the mirror.

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Downstairs, Taehyung was trying to turn his focus on Jimin, who seemed a little anxious.

"What is it? You look weird."

"Nothing, I'm just...I think I'm going to do the right thing tonight." Jimin shyly spoke.

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows and downed Jimin's drink.

"You had too much of these, obviously." Taehyung's tone was serious so Jimin started laughing, whining at him.

"Stop it. You know what I'm talking about." Jimin was now actually serious, pouring himself a new drink.

Taehyung couldn't help himself. He couldn't focus on Jimin. Maybe it was the music that suddendly got too loud and his palms started to sweat. It was the heat he felt in his cheeks due to alcohol. Taehyung made his first mistake of the night - he drank too much, way too soon.

Given the fact he wasn't much of a drinker, he hated the stereotype he got himself into - "people who can't drink much always get shitfaced by first 20 minutes at a party."

He was often teased by his friends because of it, so Taehyung tried to act natural, but it was poorly executed. He didn't focus on Jimin's voice at all, especially once you came back downstairs. Seeing you smile and joke around with people you ran into made him see the other version of you, the more enthusiastic one.

Sure, he thought you were quite attractive, even wanted to sleep with you on numerous occasions that you were out drinking, but this time Taehyung was certain it would happen. They don't call it the liquor of courage for no reason.

Suddenly, inside Taehyung's drunken brain, a plan was forming.

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As you were talking with some friends from uni, Jimin and Taehyung both kept his eyes fixed on you, adoring how your dress fit you perfectly.

"You wanna go hang out with Y/N?" Jimin quickly spoke

"Yup." Taehyung's horny brain answered without a thought, following him like a puppy.

"Haven't lost me yet!" Jimin spoke over the loud music, interrupting a conversation between you and two girls. He put his arms over you, making you roll your eyes.

"I give you an hour. Guarantee you'll lose me." You joked with Jimin as Taehyung was getting to know names to your friends. A big red flag to you. You didn't want anyone, especially your friends fool around with someone like him. A total ass.

"Anyways. You guys really that bored you came here to bother us?" You asked them both, looking Taehyung directly in the eyes, wanting to signal him to leave you and your friends alone.

"Oh c'mon. Don't be like that. Besides, we wanted to invite you to do a shot of tequila with us. Jungkook just brought it." Taehyung found an excuse pretty fast, noticing Jungkook behind you carry two bottles of tequila.

"Thank god I have the lemons." Taehyung cheekily smiled at you.

Your cheeks reddened upon hearing his name. Jungkook was shaking you up for a long time now. That awful feeling when your heart suddenly stops for a second after you see someone you have a crush on in this setting. And there he really was, standing tall next to you in the brightly lit white kitchen in his usual all black oversized clothing. He seemed to be having fun, drinking slowly from his cup as Jimin and Taehyung were cutting up the lemons and preparing the tequila shots. There were 6 of you at the kitchen counter. Yourself, your two friends, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook.

Jungkook.

He was one of Jimin's friends you were crushing on for quite a long time. Jimin introduced you to Jungkook Freshman year of college and since then, you've been crushing on him in phases, only when he was available. Somehow, your brain gave up on him immediately once he got with someone else, making you feel tired of chasing him, given he wasn't single.

So, you could say you were quite considerate to him, always taking an innocent peek at him and his good looks. You only spoke on brief occasions, but even then only one question in your mind was reserved for him - please can we kiss? Of course you were never daring enough to say it out loud.

You and Jungkook were just quietly giggling to Jimin's jokes, spending most of your time staring at the floor.

"So good to see you. I haven't seen you in a long time at the party." Jungkook broke off the silence between the two of you. It made your heart almost stop beating.

"Yeah. I got bored at home. Wanted to have fun like the old times." You tried to ignore your sweaty palms.

Since Taehyung was often eaves dropping, he eavesdropped on your conversation. He realized how different and more reserved your answer to that question was when Jungkook asked you as opposed to him asking you the same question almost an hour prior. It really became obvious you were trying to sound cool in front of Jungkook.

"I get it. I love to balance out alone time and this." He pointed at the living room that was full of people dancing. It made you laugh how he stood out of chaos as such a calm figure - in the moment contradictory to what he was saying.

"I don't think you can get that wasted and dance like that." You turned around to observe the "too soon" drunk dude who had the time of his life dancing to pop music from 2000s.

He took the perfect opportunity to take a peek at your ass when your back was turned to him. Who wouldn't?

"You haven't seen me drunk yet." He smiled and looked down, taking a sip of his drink.

"I guess there's time for everything."

Taehyung thought your attempt at flirting was a crock of shit, and disliked your nervousness.

Jungkook thought you looked cute nervous.

"Here you go guys." Taehyung stood next to you, handing you and Jungkook the shots.

While everyone was putting some salt on their hand to lick it off, Taehyung took the initiative and sprinkled some salt on your and his hand.

Everyone said cheers and downed the shot, doing the drinking procedure. Taehyung did it in the fastest and most dynamic way, making you startled.

Taehyung had a mission for tonight. He wanted to bring out that fun side out of you, even if you hated him afterwards. There was something rewarding in you making slight contact with his skin, but he tried his hardest not to make moves on you. He wanted to get to know you, everything else was just a bonus.

Finally, as you were to grab your lemon to drink a belated shot, you realized Taehyung didn't give you a slice of lemon. You turned to look at him.

Taehyung opened his mouth slowly, revealing half the lemon for you to chew on.

"Ew."

"C'mon he's looking." Taehyung whispered to you.

"No way in hell."

"He likes wild girls, since you know, he's lame. This will impress him."

Jungkook slightly smirked, downing the little tequila he didn't finish from the first try.

"Shut up." You sighed, and in quick motions, drank - licked the salt - pulled Taehyung in for a kiss just to steal the lemon from his mouth. After a few swirls of your tongue, you managed to steal the lemon, chewing on it as you pulled away. Everyone in the kitchen cheered and you never seen Taehyung, such an ass, so proud of himself.

Jungkook smirked a little more, killing you inside because you couldn't read off his expression as he got up to talk to Jimin, who had his back turned to you and Taehyung.

"Whoops." Taehyung drunkenly giggled.

"What?"

"Nothing." He still didn't want to be the one to tell you that you were Jimin's long term crush. But he realized he might have broken the bro code.

"You're a good kisser." Taehyung spoke accidentally out loud, but it suited his usual direct approach perfectly.

You too - you spoke to yourself inside your mind.

"You're childish." You scoffed and walked towards Jimin, who forced a smile out. Jungkook, the good guy he was, excused himself before he went to the loud living room.

Approaching Jimin, you forced a smile out too. The room was slightly spinning but you were still quite impressed that you didn't bump into someone or something.

Jimin, of course, immediately pulled your hand.

"I knew we would see each other soon. I'm not that bad." He immediately started joking, easing up the conversation.

"You haven't left kitchen for the whole night. Is everything okay?" You spoke over the loud music.

"I was just about to go follow Jungkook. Hoseok came too. " Jimin nodded.

"Cool." You spoke, hoping Jimin would invite you to come with him. Jimin on the other hand had no idea that your crush was still very much active.

"Did he bring the weed is the question." Jimin wondered as you remembered the brief talk you had about Hoseok bringing weed when you walked to Taehyung's house.

"Aren't we gonna just drink first? I thought I wasn't going to lose you. And you know how you wander off when you smoke?" You smiled at Jimin and he couldn't help not to smile at you, regardless of it all.

"Then, after we smoke, let's play a game. Try to find me just before midnight."

"Alright Cinderella. Don't lose a glass slipper." You joked with him, shaking his hand. Jimin observed you with a loving smile. He was always quite protective of you, helping you in many situations, being the mental caregiver that hangs around crucial moments. He was the first to know you were crushing on Jungkook freshman year, but by the end of sophomore year, he thought that chapter had finished completely, all of your phases ending. Unfortunately, not the case.

"Let's make a toast." Jimin raised his cup towards you, smiling too much.

"To?"

"To Friday nights. Good friends...and frozen pizza."

"Probably best inventions ever created."

Jimin stood quietly for a little bit, sneaking a look up and down your body.

"Couldn't agree more."

NEXT CHAPTER

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markresonates · 3 years ago

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HEAVY METAL DREAMS

the 5 pt series

For Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan and Jaemin, being in up-and-coming rock band Bad Dreams has its perks, a few of those being that the more popular the band grows, the more fans they have that are willing to get on their knees or bend over backstage for the leather clad rock stars.

Are you one of them?

series genres: porn w little to long plot, angst, fluff

general tropes: bad boys, rock stars, lowkey to highkey celebrities, borderline found family vibes in the longer ones

producer’s note: yes, i am, in fact, writing a dream series bc i’m psychotic<3 these exist within the same au & will be released in chronological order as they occur over the band's career. You don't need to read all of them to understand what's happening, but it'll make more sense if you do. if you would like to be tagged, please leave a comment or send an ask!

total *planned* warnings: unprotected rough sex, oral (fem & male), throat fucking, face riding, lil pussy slapping, exhibitionism & extremely public, voyeurism, degradation, praise, manhandling, masturbation, guided masturbation, choking, thigh riding, humiliation, frottage, spanking, spitting, somnophilia, restraints, marking, dollification, creampie kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, on camera/filmed, minor violence & blood, alcohol, smoking & drug usage

series track list-

PROVE IT ⊳

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“I don’t have a fucking bedtime, Haechan. Stop treating me like I’m six.”

“I’ll treat you however I fucking want to, sweetheart.”

⚡️enemies to lovers; confident good girl reader x spoiled bad boy lead vocalist Haechan; band's first major gig; porn w micro plot + lil fluff

warnings: unprotected rough sex, thigh riding, exhibitionism & extremely public, voyeurism, tiny degradation, humiliation, frottage, me pushing the HC big dick agenda yet again bc i cannot be tamed, hard dom Haechan, bratty sub reader

ROCK ME ⊳

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“Rumor has it you’ve hooked up with a girl backstage at every concert venue. Is that true?”

“Why? Are you volunteering, princess?"

⚡️strangers to co-workers; stubborn hair stylist reader x heart breaker player (but secret softie) drummer Jaemin; 2nd album release + mini tour | slow burn porn w long plot + angst + eventual heavy fluff

warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male), mirror sex, exhibitionism, manhandling, choking, restraints, lil corruption kink, brief p*ssy slapping, over stimulation, brief dollification, camera use, Jaemin kind of gaslighting y/n but not in a sexual context, drinking, smoking & drugs, me pushing the JM big dick agenda as well, sweet hard dom Jaemin, super sub reader

SOFTCORE ⋫

"Why do you need my help though? You've written plenty of sexual lyrics by yourself."

"Well I think you might be able to give me more...experience?”

⚡️strangers to co-workers; songwriter reader x hopeless romantic keytar player Mark who isn't as soft & innocent as you originally thought | slow burn porn w plot + angst + eventual heavy fluff | estim wc: 23-26k

warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male), thigh riding, guided masturbation, face riding, lil exhibitionism, manhandling, marking, over stimulation, drinking, smoking & drugs, me unapologetically pushing the MK big dick agenda for the 3rd time in a row with this series, passionate(?) hard dom Mark, sub reader

GIVE IN ⋫

“Why was it so hard to fall asleep after the show?"

“I guess I just sleep better at home since I get to hear those pretty noises of yours when you play with yourself before I close my eyes.”

⚡️childhood friend & new roommate reader x bass player Renjun; reader old secret fwb Haechan (not a love triangle)

SORE LOSER ⋫

“You’re about as good of a guitar player as you are in bed: sloppy and overrated.”

“Really? Then how did I make you come every night, baby?”

⚡️bad girl rock star guitar player reader x bad boy guitar player Jeno; fwb to rivals to fake dating

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justwritedreams · 2 years ago

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Nothing in the way of us | Jaemin

Idol!Jaemin x Reader Word count: 3405 Genre: smut Warning: Sex but vanilla sex, reader is on pill, slight mention of body fluids. MINORS DON’T INTERACT, THIS IS A +18 STORY Author: Maari Note: This is for my best friend Bia that spend the entire weekend suffering over na jaemin and gave me inspiration. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I didn't have time to proofread. Request: Can i hv a request? Jaemin smut fluff where he just come back from work after 1 month outstation and being apart from his gf and the only thing in his head is he wants his girlfriend sm.jaemin clingy and horny af🤣 plus cuddles!Oh yeah I prefer jm top y/n bottom.

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Y/N was staring intently at her boyfriend on the other side of the phone screen while her heart leapt inside her chest. She didn't want to look like a lovestruck fool, but she already missed him.

“So, how was the flight?” she asked, as he sat on the bed after entering the hotel room.

“Long.” he replied and then yawned. “We still have some time to get to the filming location, we won't go until tomorrow morning.”

"At least you'll be able to rest."

“More than I should, actually.” Jaemin lay down on the bed and Y/N frowned.

"What?"

“The staff informed me as soon as I arrived that the city we are going to has no sign of anything. TV, phone. I think only radio.”

Y/N got up from the bed, sitting up better while her brain processed the information.

Wait a moment…

“Didn't you say you were going to stay there for a month?” She remembered and saw Jaemin nod in agreement, closing his eyes as he did.

“I will be without communication starting tomorrow.”

"Oh." she tried to contain the sad tone but even from miles away, Jaemin noticed.

“I know, I didn't like it either. Especially knowing that I won't see your beautiful face every day.” he spoke quickly, seeing Y/N's face turn to a pout of displeasure.

She didn't want to be selfish, she admired her boyfriend's charitable and helpful side and the pride of who he was didn't fit in her chest, but she was sad. She didn't even know if had that right, but she wasn't going to deny it or pretend she wasn't upset.

“A month without your voice is torture, you know?” she complained and Jaemin laughed out loud.

"There's a good side to that." he smiled mischievously and at the same time frightening, the way only he could do, making her raise an eyebrow waiting for the answer. “When the time comes to make up for lost time…”

Jaemin left the sentence unfinished in the air and she smiled, feeling her cheeks burn.

She had thought about what his return would be like even before Jaemin had gone.

“They say that distance increases love.”

"I want to see if you really can handle testing this." she rolled her eyes and Jaemin looked at her offended.

She didn't need to test her feelings for her boyfriend, they were clear enough.

“Are you calling me a pervert?”

She laughed. She hadn't taken the conversation that way.

“Who kept touching me inappropriately under the blanket the day all the dreamies were in the dorm watching a movie with us?” she remembered and Jaemin's smile reappeared.

“Inappropriately? If I remember correctly, you didn't complain, quite the opposite.” he raised an eyebrow quickly and she brought a hand to her mouth to contain an smile.

Nor could she complain, although they could have been caught by the boys who were close to them, Jaemin made her see stars that night.

“And I had missed you.” he justified.

"We just haven't seen each other for two weeks."

“And your point is?

She and Jaemin continued to argue that even though it had been good, it had been very dangerous and they engaged in a long conversation that was only cut short when he yawned once more on the other side of the phone screen, he was visibly tired and still refused to end the connection. She knew why and had the same feeling, a month would be a lot for both of them but they couldn't put it off any longer.

That's why Y/N decided to end the conversation, he would wake up early the next morning and she wanted him to get enough rest because knew the recordings would be tiring, with his disapproval of course. If he could, he would spend the whole night talking to her.

"I love you." he spoke with conviction, his eyes as sad as hers.

She sighed, feeling like crying. She hated goodbyes.

“I love you too, nana.”

[...]

Y/N was bored, needy, a little irritated and anxious.

She was on her last week of vacation and her boyfriend still hadn't returned from his trip, she missed him and still didn't know when he would be back.

Well, she had marked the days on the calendar on top of her desk to get an idea of when he would be coming, but so far she hadn't received any messages or calls, so she figured the filming had gone on longer.

She didn't want to look like a teenager in love who was dying without her lover, but that's exactly how she felt.

It had been more than torture to live without his morning calls, in which Jaemin's husky voice welcomed her, his tight hugs, the silly audios he sent constantly.

Jaemin knew that his voice affected Y/N so any opportunity he took advantage of.

Unwilling to get up and feeling her chest tighten with missing Jaemin, she dropped her phone carelessly on the couch and practically dragged herself to the kitchen when she saw that she wouldn't be able to prolong any longer the fact that she would have to cook.

Too busy finding the pots and ingredients, she didn't hear the apartment door sneak open, turned to fill the pot with water and set it on the stove.

"Hey, angel." Y/N felt every little hair on her body prickling, thinking she was starting to delirious, turned her body around.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes filled with tears when saw the figure of Jaemin standing in the division between the kitchen and the living room, he carried a wide smile and the suitcase was in one hand.

Stammering and not saying anything clear, she studied her boyfriend who had left his suitcase on the floor and placed his hands on his hips.

"What? I don't get a hug?” he complained and she forced her weak legs to carry her towards him.

Y/N ran, even though the apartment wasn't even that big, and threw her arms around his neck hugging him tightly as he staggered backwards from the impact, he managed to stay on his feet and hugged Y/N tightly by the waist, laughing as he buried his face in her neck.

Jaemin lifted her off the floor, wrapping his other arm around her waist and pressing her against his body in a crushing, hot embrace.

She started to plant kisses over his face, still surprised, and felt him put her down, she pulled back enough to face him but still kept their bodies together.

"What are you doing here?" she asked aloud, blinking more than usual. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I would have gone to the airport.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” he smiled widely and proudly, bringing her back closer, their foreheads met and she took a deep breath of her boyfriend's scent, while closing her eyes.

Y/N brought a hand to the back of his head and their noses played softly, making them both laugh and lean over to seal their lips. If Jaemin's stomach hadn't protested so loudly that it echoed through the apartment and made the two of them look at each other seriously and then laugh, accomplices.

"Okay, I guess that's our cue." she spoke before pulling away from him completely. "What do you want to eat?"

Y/N was heading back to the stove when Jaemin hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and spoke softly into her ear.

"You."

She swallowed and slowly turned to face her boyfriend, he had a playful smile on his face but his eyes said he was serious, and that made her shiver.

A month without Jaemin's touch and she was already there, totally at his mercy just by the breath in her ear and his deep voice. She slapped Jaemin lightly on the shoulder, who laughed again and returned his attention to the stove, but at no time did the boyfriend move away.

It was very hard to control herself, especially since Jaemin was holding her tightly against his chest and the hands on her waist were warm, making her heart race, but she had another priority at the moment and that was cooking.

So while she cooked for the two of them, he cuddled her with his chin resting in the same place, sometimes placing a few very innocent kisses on her neck or cheek.

It was affective, not suggestive.

When the food was ready, Y/N thought that Jaemin would leave her to get the food but he didn't.

"Aren't you going to let me go?" she asked, laughing. But it wasn't like she was feeling bad.

"No." he replied and buried his face in her neck. Y/N was tickled and laughed again, having nothing to say, she served him.

"Sit on my lap." he asked softly.

She just raised her eyebrow in silence, he was clingy and couldn't even judge him because the way he hugged was everything she wanted in the past weeks. Clinging to him without thinking about anything else, just enjoying the time she would have with him.

Her heart beat faster, she was wearing a sweatshirt and pantyhose, as thick as it was because of the cold, the barrier between the bodies would be smaller. Just imagining the friction between her ass and Jaemin's jeans was starting to make her wet.

Jaemin sat down first on the stool and brought her close, afraid to fall off the stool with him, she just joined her hips feeling a shiver go through the back of her neck, as imagined she felt the heat of Jaemin's body and his jeans felt a little tighter than usual, she tried to occupy herself with eating.

As she chewed, turned to feed Jaemin as if he were a baby and when he opened his mouth eagerly and chewed showing how hungry he was, she smiled proudly.

They stayed like that until the ramen was over, neither of them was really in the mood to talk. Well, actually, she couldn't focus on too many things at once while Jaemin's hips were pressed against her ass.

Feeding him was already quite an arduous task and it got even more so when Jaemin reached under the sweatshirt she was wearing and started making random circular movements on the skin of her waist.

When she walked away to wash off what she had soiled, Jaemin complained and his hand pressed for her to come back.

“Oh no, you stay.” he took the opportunity to put his arms around Y/N's waist and squeezed against his body. Y/N laughed.

"I have to clean this." she pointed to the counter and felt Jaemin shake his head as rested his chin on her shoulder again.

"I'll help you later." he promised and she turned her face to face him, the movement made their noses meet again. “Now we have more important things to do.”

"Oh yes? What?" she asked and in the blink of an eye, Jaemin let go of her and put one arm around her knee and the other behind her back, picking her up and going to the bedroom.

Y/N let out a little yelp of surprise, and grabbed Jaemin's shoulder as she was carried away.

"Nana!"

"I've spent a lot of time away from you." he set her on the bed carefully and wrapped his body with hers, propping himself up on his elbows so that all the weight wouldn't crush her.

She raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you said distance made love-" Y/N was interrupted by her boyfriend's hungry, salty lips.

They both sighed and Y/N's hands found the back of Jaemin's neck again as he tasted her lips with desiree, she was so intoxicated that just followed in the same rhythm opening her mouth so that Jaemin's tongue found hers in a way that bordering on despair, she couldn't think of anything but the rhythm their mouths followed evenly and the heat of Jaemin's body that she had missed so much.

How he held her waist, how he sucked her lips, the way she grabbed his hair.

Jaemin ended the kiss with a light bite on Y/N's lower lip and she didn't even have the strength to squeak, she felt her lungs give out from lack of air and her heart was racing so fast that she could feel it against her ribs.

The theory cited by the boyfriend was true but love wasn’t the only thing that increased.

With no patience to wait, not after a month away from him, she pulled him by the back of his neck to start a more intense and warm kiss.

While the tastes mixed, Jaemin hugged her around the waist making the bodies stick together and she took the opportunity to wrap his hips with her own legs and brought him even closer, there wasn't an inch that wasn't being touched by the body from each other.

The room's temperature increased more and more and they didn't want to stop, Y/N's hands found Jaemin's hair and when he forced his hips against hers, no force in the world could control her soft moan.

This seemed to be fuel for Jaemin who kept pushing his hips while devouring her lips and Y/N lost her breath too quickly when she felt her boyfriend's excitement, she couldn't return the kiss anymore which ended up becoming a mess.

He then took the opportunity to focus his attention elsewhere, her neck. He trailed kisses down her cheek, jaw and then sucked the skin off her neck, causing Y/N to squeeze his hair and tug at it, another moan following as his tongue wet her hot skin.

Y/N wanted more friction between their bodies so when her boyfriend eased, she eagerly continued to move her hips against his as Jaemin sucked, bit and kissed her neck.

But as she felt his erection against her flesh pulsing in her panties, she started to get impatient and her hands went to the thin white shirt he wore, pulling it up anyway, she just wanted to get that piece of useless cloth off.

He stopped what he was doing to lift his torso and let Y/N pull the shirt down his arms, throwing it in any corner of the room as she ran her hands over her boyfriend's exposed skin, squeezed his broad shoulders and when went down his back she scratched lightly.

Jaemin squeaked and before he could kiss her skin again, took his hands inside her sweatshirt and his hot palms found her breasts that weren't covered by any bra, he paid due attention and felt his jeans getting wet by the fire coming from Y/N's hips that at this point had her panties and pantyhose soaked.

She got impatient again, brushing her hips against his, Jaemin's fingers left her breasts and went to meet her pantyhose, promptly Y/N moved her legs from his waist and let him take off while she herself took her hands to the hem of the sweatshirt and took it off clumsily and quickly.

Y/N reached for the button on Jaemin's jeans and she hurriedly unzipped, hearing him chuckle hoarsely.

“Someone is eager.”

"I need you." she replied and Jaemin took off his jeans completely.

Y/N wanted to admire her boyfriend's slender body but didn't have the patience for it, her body pulsed in a way that bothered her and only he could make it stop.

But even though Jaemin was just as excited as she was, that didn't stop him from reaching for her wet panties. Y/N held a breath and closed her eyes, moaning his name.

"No..." she bit her lip as her boyfriend started to touch her more precisely. "... teasing."

"I'm not doing anything." Y/N opened her eyes and saw her boyfriend smile with false innocence.

Raising her eyebrow and smiling sideways, she brought her hand to his chest and started down, reaching the waistband of his underwear and feeling him shiver.

"Ok, enough." he sounded impatient and she laughed.

Jaemin removed the two pieces that were in the way between the two and returned to cover his girlfriend's body with his own, he distributed kisses on her collarbone as he adjusted to her entrance but stopped, lifting his head with a frown.

“I forgot the condom.” he spoke, ready to move away but Y/N was faster and hugged him around the waist.

"I'm on the pill, it’s fine." she assured, kissing his forehead to stop him from frowning.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds as he adjusted and when his heat met Y/N's, he went in deep and all at once, he opened his eyes staring at her so hard that Y/N groaned, the combination made her go weak, she didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open.

Leaning on the mattress, he began to move slowly without taking his eyes from Y/N's face who was ecstatic as the bodies met in a sensual rhythm, he seemed to record all the details he had missed in the last month and the face of Y/N contorted with pleasure was too good for him.

"Look at me." he begged low and through clenched teeth, controlling not to groan.

She did so and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her hands up to her boyfriend's face and caressing with her thumbs on both sides.

Gently, just as Jaemin thrust into her, she ran her fingers along the length of his face. The texture so well known to her fingertips was caressed from his forehead, through his brows, nose, below his eyes, cheeks.

The devotion with which she gazed only made Jaemin increase his pace and she bit her lower lip, listening to the sound of skin to skin extremely pleasurable, moaning once more.

But she didn't stop this time, she spoke his name as if it were a mantra, to show how much she had missed him and being with him like that, pure and together.

Their noses touched and Y/N gripped the back of his head tightly, wriggling her toes, and he grabbed her waist as if he was holding his whole world there, not tightly but to ensure that he was finally where he wanted and needed to be.

When Jaemin reached a specific point, Y/N felt short of breath and closed her eyes feeling her whole body tremble and heat up quickly, her thighs went rigid and Jaemin brought a hand to her free skin to keep her leg where it was, pressed against his hip as he thrust harder but at the same pace.

She buried her face in his neck feeling her heart practically explode inside her chest and bit her boyfriend's skin as she reached the climax, muffling her scream. She knew he was almost there, her insides squeezing him even tighter and she started talking close to his ear as caressed the back of his neck.

He roared as he peaked and gripped his girlfriend's body even tighter as the hot liquid filled her completely, making her shiver. Jaemin took a deep breath before lying on top of her, who stroked his hair gently.

He pulled out of her and laughed when he saw that a few strands of hair were covering her face, so he brushed them away with his fingers as she closed her eyes at the contact.

Jaemin took the opportunity to hug her around the waist and she settled herself better in his arms, her heart still racing, but she could feel against her back that Jaemin's wasn't that different, he placed a kiss on her shoulder and they stayed like that, cuddled, catching their breath.

“So, do you want to live that month-long incommunicado experience again?” she asked, laughing.

"Never." he was serious, making her laugh. "All I could think about was what I was going to do to you."

Y/N turned her face enough to look at him out of the corner of her eye and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yes?"

Jaemin nodded and kissed the tip of her nose.

“And I didn’t even accomplish half of it.”

“We have all night, nana.”

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