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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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ahhhhhh pls BEAUTIFUL is so kind 🙈 and so happy you found this one comforting, i really was going for..... cozy cockwarming, if such a thing exists 🤣 thank you so much for reading!! 💜

omg I love everything you write !!! sub jimin that talks a big game when he’s in the streets but when you’re alone let’s you use him however you want and for however long as you want 😭🫠

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I AM SUPER INTO COCKWARMING RN 😤😤😤 this is far from perfect but i hope you will enjoy regardless 🥺

still taking freaky deaky reqs if you've got something you wanna see!!

pairing: jimin x reader wordcount: 1.8k don't ask me idk what happened contains: idol-verse ig, established relationship, cockwarminggggg, lots of orgasm delay, dom!reader & sub!jimin, subspace, jimin takes a phone call while she sits on his dick 🥴, finger sucking, degradation if you REALLY squint, an In the Seom plug that tbh i should be getting paid for lmao, and some cute lil aftercare 🥰🥰🥰

“Babe, I can’t get this level. Can you try?”

It’s been– you glance at the time and are surprised to see, nearly an hour now– that you’ve spent sitting on your boyfriend’s cock while you play In the Seom.

You love using him like this, keeping yourself nice and full for as long as you want while you watch TV, or read, or even just scroll through your phone. And lately, it’s been while you play this stupidly addicting mobile game, at least until you run out of hearts.

You don’t ride. You don’t grind. You just enjoy the feeling of him snug inside your walls, keeping you stretched open.

It’s not torture. You know Jimin loves it too, you’ve talked about it dozens of times at this point. He loves the inherent validation he feels, the worthiness of being useful to you. He loves the physical intimacy of being as close to you as humanly possible. And he loves the way the gentle submission scratches his brain, encouraging him to let go of all the things he has to worry about and just… float off for a bit.

He usually softens inside you after a while, the comfortable closeness turning non-sexual until you decide to work him up again. But today you don’t have to do anything at all. He’s been rock hard the whole time, still is.

So today, it might be torture, a little bit. The good kind.

Jimin’s head is tipped back against the couch, his breathing gone so slow that for a second you think he might’ve fallen asleep– it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. But he gently comes to, blinking slowly, eyes rolling around enough to make you realize you’ve probably dragged him halfway out of subspace.

“Please, baby?” You ask softly, and he raises a hand for you to drop your phone into.

“I hate these stupid coconuts,” he murmurs as he taps at the screen. You tilt forward to lean against him and your cheek presses into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Jimin exhales the quietest little grunt at the brush of movement, so subtle that anyone who isn’t as attuned to him as you are would miss it entirely.

You can feel his heart beating in his chest as you nuzzle into him with a contented sigh.

You’re in such a mutually heightened state of awareness, picking up on every little detail of touch, contact, sensation, that you both nearly jump out of your skin when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket.

He doesn’t move to get it at first, still frowning down at the impossible level on your phone screen, and you sit upright again.

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Answer your phone, babe.” You take yours back from him– he lets go of it without a fight– and resolve to try the level one more time.

Jimin has to tilt his hips to dig into his pocket, and you watch his brows pinch together as he moves with you on top of him, hear the gasp of a moan he lets out at the smallest taste of friction as he shifts inside of you.

He settles, phone in hand, and glances at the screen. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, looking back up at you, full lips parted slightly to allow for shallow breathing.

“Don’t be rude,” you say firmly.

When he obediently presses the button to answer the call, you have to bite back a smile, setting your own phone down on the couch to fully zone in on your beautifully submissive boyfriend.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin starts, and Namjoon must immediately cut him off. “Hmm? What happened?”

You know Joon can ramble, and from the tinny sounds you can hear leaking out of the phone speaker, it sounds like he’s launching into some convoluted story. You figure you have a minute.

Jimin is so good, so willing, that when you press two fingers to his plush bottom lip, there isn’t even a millisecond where he fights or questions you. He just submits, opening up to suck the digits into his warm, wet mouth.

“So fucking perfect,” you murmur, doing your best to keep your voice soft enough that it won’t carry over the phone. He sucks diligently, even going so far as to hum around your fingers along with Namjoon’s story, to indicate he’s still listening even as his eyes drop closed again.

When they snap back open– he must’ve just been asked a question– you relent with a pleased smile, withdrawing your fingers so he can speak.

“Wait, so when do you need me to come back in to re-record?” There’s a look of intense concentration on his face as he attempts to process Namjoon’s response, clearly fighting to stay present in the moment and not slip back off into bliss.

With a soft sigh, you bring the fingers that he soaked so well to rest between your legs, and you start to trace slow, lazy circles around your clit.

The muscles in Jimin’s thighs clench beneath you, you can feel it, but he betrays no change in expression otherwise. You bring your free hand to his leg to gently massage the smooth skin there, encouraging release.

“Relax,” you mouth, and he nods, phone still pressed tight to his ear.

You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the pretty tones of your boyfriend’s voice as he works out scheduling logistics with his hyung while you continue to gently trace patterns over yourself. Heat starts to pool in your belly as you slowly increase the speed of your movements, and now you’re craving friction, too. But it feels so good to force yourself to wait, let yourself want, just a little bit longer. Patience is a virtue.

“Yeah, she’s here now.”

Your mind swims back to the present moment at Jimin’s words. He’s dropped his head down against the couch, eyes closed, and you see him chuckle at whatever Namjoon says like he’s mildly embarrassed. “Yeah, something like that. I gotta go, hyung. Okay, bye.”

He hangs up, lust-heavy eyelids lifting to meet your gaze, and you tilt your head to the side to indicate curiosity. “Was that about me?”

“Just at the end,” he says shyly, and you can already start to guess.

You squeeze your walls gently around his cock, for just a second, and watch with pleasure as your boyfriend’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck, baby.”

“What did Namjoon say?” You ask innocently. You squeeze again, enjoying the strangled whine you earn from Jimin, the way his fingers reflexively scramble to drag over the couch cushions as you envelop him in a tight pulse.

You know Joon is a freak. You have an idea of what it could be.

“He just– ngh, fuuuck–” you rudely interrupt him yet again, baring down for several seconds before you back off this time. You can feel his dick twitch as you release. Your hand is still circling your clit, and the steady pace mixed with the gorgeous sounds you’re working out of Jimin is enough to already have you close to the edge.

“He what?”

Jimin is panting now; your walls are slowly starting to grip around him as you bring yourself that much closer to coming. “He asked if I was about to give it to you.”

Your free hand moves to trace his jaw, and he instinctively tilts his head up to meet your touch. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

Jimin’s pupils are blown with lust as he shakes his head.

“Is that the truth?” You run your thumb lazily over his bottom lip. “You let your hyungs think that you wreck me, dominate me?”

Your legs are starting to shake now at the built-up pressure in your core. You’re actively holding off an orgasm, using every ounce of willpower you have. Just a little longer.

“They have no idea,” you murmur, giving a soft hum of disbelief. “No idea that you’re mine; my sextoy to use as I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want. My human furniture, who loves it when I sit on him.” Jimin is already nodding against your hand even though you haven’t asked a question of him, as if to agree, yes, he is, yes, he does.

“Our little secret. And you’re so good at it,” you purr. “So good for me.” Your voice shakes slightly; your composure is starting to falter from the effort it’s now taking to keep yourself from coming, the way you’re forcing yourself to hover right on the verge and squeezing tight around Jimin’s cock in the process.

“Are you gonna be good and come with me?” You lean forward to whisper the question in Jimin’s ear.

“Yes, fuck–” he groans, back arching at the very thought of pleasure after so much delay. “Want to come so bad, please, please.”

You move your hand just a little bit faster, in the perfect spot to finally send you over the edge.

“Then come.” You just barely manage to get the words out before your orgasm hits you full-force, and you tilt your head back as you cry out and bare all the way down on Jimin’s cock.

You open your eyes to watch him as your cunt pulses over and over and over; these drawn-out, long-denied orgasms are insane, sometimes it feels like they last for minutes, and you can already see that Jimin is no match for the way your tight, wet heat is throbbing endlessly around him.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, convulsing against the couch and starting to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming, yes, I’m–” As the words fall from his mouth and you feel his cock start to twitch, you roll your hips in one fluid arc, and the final gratification of friction right at his peak is enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a sound that’s more like a scream.

The last of your own orgasm subsiding, you drop your head onto Jimin’s shoulder as you feel his cum spill out into you, thick and hot, filling you with everything you’ve worked up over the last hour.

As his moans trickle off into soft whines and whimpers, Jimin wordlessly brings his arms to wrap around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, to pull you impossibly closer. He’s starting to shiver a little, a normal physical reaction for him after one of your sessions, especially one this intense.

You lean over to grab the folded blanket off the back of the couch, shaking it out to wrap around the both of you. “Hey, you’re okay,” you murmur softly, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks and forehead, bringing your hands to rub over his upper arms. “You did so good. My perfect little sub.”

Jimin can sometimes go non-verbal, or at least very quiet post-orgasm, but he seems to bounce back particularly quickly tonight. He squints a smile up at you, eyes turning into half-moons as he nestles down into the blanket.

“Can I see your phone?”

The question surprises you enough that you laugh a little. “Why?”

“I want to show those coconuts who’s boss.”

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minisugakoobies · 2 years ago

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Versus Valentines

Happy Valentine's Day from your favorite psychotic supervillains (and one superhero)! These cards were created by* each of the characters from Versus, just for you! 😘💌💘

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years ago

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Helsinki ch 13: Bruises and repercussions.

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: If Taehyung was your favorite character, I sincerely apologize.

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

Word count: 3.5k words

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how impossibly soft the pillow was. The second thing was how incredibly sore your body was, and the third were soft snores coming from somewhere near your feet.

“Yoongi?” you whispered into the semi-darkness.

No answer.

What time was it anyways?

You scooted over to the other side of the bed, to lean to look at the sky from the window. It was super early, the sunlight weak.

You felt well rested though, and were aware by now that this was Yoongi’s room. Something told you you should return to your own room before Taehyung wakes up. You tip toed to the door.

“Are you running out on me again kitten?” a gruff, grumpy voice sounded from behind you.

You froze. Truth be told, it was a little awkward…but you steeled yourself. You were a big girl, you could face Min Yoongi. Even after he had wrecked you last night.

“Um, no. I was just going to get a glass of water.” You lied.

“I’ll get you some.” He sat up, hair sticking up and cheeks puffy. He looked so cute. You needed to see more of soft, just woke up Yoongi.

“It’s okay Min, you didn’t break me.” You teased him.

His shoulders shook in a silent laugh.

“I have to go change my sheets, too.” You reasoned, opening the door softly, and stepping out, rushing to your own room, that was still in a disarray, and closed the door behind you.

When you came out again, you saw Yoongi mixing something into some eggs, presumably to make an omelet. Before you could even register how out of place Yoongi looked in a baggy t-shirt and in the kitchen, Taehyung’s door opened and he stepped out.

Your eyes widened and a little blush sat on your cheeks.

Yoongi the actor, looked up at both of you, “Good morning sleepy heads. Come have something to eat.” He said as if he was meeting you for the first time this morning. You giggled, causing Taehyung to shoot you a confused look, as to what had gotten you so happy so early, especially because the last time he’d seen you, you were passed out in bed.

“Y/n!” Taehyung gasped, eyes focused on your neck.

“Wha-?” you asked him, alarmed at his wide eyes.

“I’m gonna murder Seokjin.” Taehyung said through clenched teeth.

Yoongi nodded easily, but you were still confused. Before it hit you. The bruises on your neck. Not the ones Seokjin left, the much clearer, much more numerous ones Min Yoongi left on you.

You choked on your coffee, grabbing the edge of the table for support as your face reddened and you lost the ability to breathe.

Nonchalantly, Yoongi, who was sitting closer to you, rubbed your back to soothe the coughing, hands shaking with the effort to hold back his laugh.

“I’ve had snipers stationed outside since last night. They scanned the whole area. It’s all clear. You can move there immediately.” Yoongi told Taehyung, who was nodding in agreement, as you sat with your arms crossed on the couch, refusing to believe what he was saying.

They were moving you again. This time to escape Seokjin. You didn’t mind jumping around anymore, it was the second part that bothered you. Yoongi was going somewhere else. They were counting on the fact that Jin would think Yoongi took you along, and would follow him.

“I don’t understand why we can’t all just move.” You frowned.

Yoongi’s gaze met yours and softened. “We’ve been over this.”

“He has men working for him. Tens of them if he’s anything like you. What makes you think he won’t follow both of us?” you countered.

Taehyung sat beside you. “His little minions don’t scare me. It’s about who he goes after.”

“I can’t believe I’m in real life twilight.” You mumbled.

Yoongi laughed a little. “If we were all vampires, I would have snapped his neck centuries ago.”

You let out a weak smile. You hated this. Every time Yoongi had left, nothing good had come of it. Yet here they were, so sure that this time it’d all be okay.

“What about here? If we retract all security from here, it’ll be too obvious.” Taehyung pointed out.

“We’re not being discreet. We want him to know we’re leaving.” Yoongi said simply.

Your stomach was uneasy. The breakfast you had, was sitting uncomfortably. Yoongi was straight up exposing his back with a big target sign on it for Seokjin to strike down. You couldn’t help but feel that you’d been nothing but trouble. Even though you weren’t here on your own accord.

“Did you unpack anything?” Yoongi asked you.

You shook your head, you had been living out of the suitcase you had brought along.

“Good.” Yoongi nodded. “Tae?”

“Nothing. But I need a shower before we leave.” he said.

“Sure.” Yoongi rose. “Then it’s settled.” He brought out his phone and called someone. “I’ll leave in ten minutes, make sure to tail me thoroughly.” He said to whoever was on the other end.

He turned back to a questioning gaze from you, and Taehyung had gone to shower already.

“That was the body double for Taehyung. We’ll have someone pose as you and I’ll take her along. Our fake Taehyung will follow me for a good while before we split so that they see ‘you’ with me.” He clarified.

“Yoongi, I don’t like this one bit.” You rose from the couch.

“Me neither kitten. I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess.” His eyes were sad as he regarded you.

A pang of sorrow stabbed your heart to see him this troubled. Your hand rose to stroke his cheek, as his downcast eyes turned up to meet yours again.

“If I could send you back to your brother right now, I would. But he can’t do much against Jin hyung. He’s a psychopath in the truest sense of the word, just likes to make me suffer any way he can. Namjoon and the Seoul PD don’t stand a chance against him, or I’d send you back in an instant.”

Tears crept into your eyes. Tears of the helplessness you saw mirrored in Yoongi’s eyes. The helplessness and the ache.

“When will I see you again?” you whispered.

Yoongi shrugged, the movement seeming like it weighed tonnes on his shoulders. “When I’m done with him hopefully.” He said, monotonous.

A chill ran up your spine. You reminded yourself how dangerous the man standing before you was, something that you had easily forgotten because all he’d shown you was softness and gentleness. His hands found yours as he pulled you to him. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please.” You nodded, smiling against the addicting feeling of his lips lowering on yours as he pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. “Miss me, okay?” he whispered into your cheek before pecking it and pulling away.

“I will.” You nodded, not a single doubt in your mind.

The sound of water running in Taehyung’s shower stopped and you pulled away from Yoongi, resuming your position on the couch as Yoongi stepped back to look out the window. He knew Seokjin’s men were probably in many of the cars that were parked in the street outside. He wasn’t afraid of any of them. Hell, if it came to it, he wasn’t afraid of their boss either. But right now, his heart was thudding in panic.

Panic at the idea that if his plan failed, he’d not be around when Jin caught up to you and Taehyung. Once again.

“Where were you Yoongi?” your words replayed in his mind as a shudder went through him. The thought of what could have happened had he been a moment later yesterday, had already invaded Yoongi’s nightmares all last night, the only thing that had kept him calm was your still, sleeping form in his bed, so close to him, reassuring him you were safe.

What would he do when you were miles upon miles away?

He shook his head.

He could handle it. He could handle anything. He was Min Yoongi, god damn it. He owned a quarter of the entire Korean mafia’s wealth and power. He could get rid of an ant that claimed to be next in line to the throne by some stupid claim of blood.

He heard Taehyung come out and turned around.

“I’m leaving.” He announced.

“Hyung.” Taehyung came and rested his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, “Take care.”

“You too Taehyungie.” Yoongi said softly, before his eyes flitted over to your pale face. “See you later kitten.” He smiled at you, trying to calm your anxiety.

“I better see you later Min.” you threatened. He laughed softly, taking in the sight of you for a moment longer, before turning and striding to the door, already calling the body doubles to assume their position.

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The Ilsan shipment had passed through seamlessly. Namjoon had the entire Seoul PD running around chasing petty criminals all over the city just so no one had time to intercept the massive trucks passing through the suburbs in the early hours of the morning.

He had withdrawn his forces completely and as far as he knew, Yoongi’s trucks had passed through unhindered. But he was restless and worried, because he hadn’t received a single call.

A single sign of your wellness.

And then, his phone rang. He snatched it off the table, “Hello?”

“Detective Kim Namjoon,” an unknown voice sounded on the other end.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

“Someone that you’d like on your side.” the stranger replied.

Namjoon frowned. “I suggest you don’t waste my time and reply to my question.” he pulled his most threatening, silent tone.

“I think my time is more precious than yours, little detective. But there is one thing that might be more precious. For you see, I know exactly where your precious little sister is.”

Namjoon said nothing for a whole minute. Then, “Go on.”

“Min Yoongi took her to Gwangju. And today, he’s moving her out of the city. If you’d like me to keep my guarding eye on her, how about you promise me the Seoul shipment will sink next week?”

Namjoon quirked an eyebrow. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew full well that this was one of Min’s rivals and he could be walking straight into a trap. That, or this was a set up from Yoongi himself. But, uptil now, the only thing he had been trusting was Yoongi’s word. Which, granted, wasn’t the best thing to trust. But what could he do, when the last time you’d talked to him, you had assured him you were fine, that he was keeping you safe?

And if that was truly the case, then who was this idiot?

“Tell me who you are and we’ll talk.” he said finally.

“That’s not important, detective.”

“Then, neither is your proposition.” he said and cut the call.

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It had been a whole day. There had been no word from Yoongi. By now, even Taehyung, who was lying down on the tiny couch in the living area, was worried. You looked down at your ripped, bitten knuckles, a stupid habit that you had when you were anxious, and winced to see tiny droplets of blood sitting there. This was going to get you nowhere. You rose from the bamboo mattress you were sitting on, and nudged Taehyung, who looked sideways at you.

“Are we really going to stay here in the dark like this?” you asked incredulously.

“I mean,” Taehyung sat up, not a hint of mirth in his face, “We have clear instructions to not contact anyone till contacted ourselves.”

“Tae…”

“Hey, he’ll be fine. For now, let’s just focus on not dying ourselves, yeah?”

“Dying?” you choked.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “No- fuck… no.”

“What do you mean dying?” your voice rose.

“Nothing, honestly. It was a slip of the tongue.” he reassured you.

“Are you saying, if Seokjin finds us first, he’ll kill us?”

“No.”

“Taehyung, you’re lying to me.”

“I am not. Drop it!” he sounded cross.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, kicking the couch and going back to your mattress, looking round at the tiny quarters you had rented for a few days. You understood that Taehyung was stressed, maybe even more than you were if his throbbing temple was something to go by, but something in you told you that you might not see Yoongi ever again if you didn’t get up and do something.

You started thinking of something, a small plan. Not very dramatic, but enough to attract attention to you. Just enough attention to shake Seokjin off Yoongi’s tail. You cast a look at Taehyung, who seemed to be sleeping. Or was he just acting?

“Tae?” you whispered.

No response.

You tiptoed to the covered window and pulled the curtains back slightly. You could clearly see the sniper on the next roof. And you knew there were more at every vantage point in the vicinity, because those were Yoongi’s orders.

You had to stay inside. Stay inside and stay safe and listen to what Taehyung said, for just a few days and you’d be fine. You shook your head. There would be no fine if there was no Yoongi, you reminded yourself.

“What are you doing?” a deep voice said right next to your ear. You jumped and smacked his arm, “What is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with YOU? Why are you peeking out?”

“Oh, I can’t look out either?”

“No, you can’t.” He pulled your shoulders and dragged you back to the couch. “Sit down. What do you want for dinner?”

Wow, the audacity. You rolled your eyes. “I’m not hungry.”

“Ok, kimbap it is.” he announced and pretended to clap happily.

“How are you not bothered Taehyung?” you asked, annoyed beyond belief.

Taehyung whipped around to face you at that, all softness drained from his face, the icy glare he had fixed you with the first night you met, looking back at you. “Do you think you’re more concerned about my brother’s safety than I am, little girl?”

You got whiplash, and had to steel your nerves to stand tall.

“You’re gonna leave in a week. You’re never coming back. Why are you pretending to be so worried about him? He’s my brother, he’s all I have. And yet I’m not the one losing my shit. Do you have anything to prove here?” he egged on.

“That’s not what-”

“That’s not what you meant?” he tilted his head, “Tell me y/n, what is it that you meant? Why are you suddenly so worried about Min Yoongi, the man you loathe? Was the answer to the question I asked you in that garden an eternity ago my brother?”

You gasped. How was he bringing this up at this time?

“Did you lie to me about someone waiting for you at home? Does our little y/n-ie have a secret?” he mocked.

“Why are you being rude?” you said, dejected.

“You’re deflecting. Answer the question.”

“I don’t have to answer anything.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m not answerable to you.”

“And who exactly are you answerable to little one?”

The use of the nickname that your brother used, sent you fuming. “Don’t call me that.” you spat.

“I’ll call you whatever I want!” his tone was icy. Foreign. Nothing like anything you had heard from him. If you weren’t so angry, you’d register the fear that instilled in you. And you’d also realize why to him,it felt like everything in his world was going wrong ever since you came.

If you weren’t so angry, you’d realize that to Taehyung it felt like you were the root of all evil. That he had spent a lot of time last night thinking what would have happened if he had let you talk to Seokjin, and not let Yoongi overreact so much, which would mean that his obsessive older brother wouldn’t be chasing his sensible one to the edge of the country right now, while he sat fidgeting and worrying over the person who caused it all. Nothing had gone right since you came. Even Yoongi had changed. And now that he was looking at you, effectively losing your mind even though you had claimed time and again that you hated Yoongi, he firmly believed that that simply was not true.

Anger surged through him. Anger and confusion. He hated you, but he also wanted you. He had wanted you since the night he had spent talking to you. He had wanted you even when you cried and broke down in his arms. And revolting as it felt to him, he wanted you even now, as you stood adamant and cross in front of him, a living proof of the fact that Yoongi had won again.

And somehow, in the sea of sudden bitterness in his heart, he wanted to sit down and cry. He wanted to cry because he hated you and felt like he’d hurt you if he saw you much longer, and he wanted to cry because he couldn’t understand what was wrong with him. He wanted to cry for his brother, who was in danger, and was the only person he had in this world. And he wanted to cry because for a moment there, he had hated him. He had hated his own flesh and blood for a temptress like you.

His head snapped to yours, his face looked like it was carved in granite. You blanched under the smolder he regarded you with.

“You can’t love me because you love my brother.” he said coldly.

“What?!” you scoffed, incredulously. How did the conversation go from worrying about Yoongi to accusations of loving Yoongi. Your heart fluttered in your chest. He was lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.

Yoongi’s soft, concerned face as he leaned in front of you as you sat crying on your bedroom floor flashed in front of your eyes. The ghost of his arms that held you against his chest in the throes of pleasure squeezed you gently. Blood rushed to your cheeks and you stole your gaze from Taehyung.

“After everything I’ve done. After every time I’ve stuck my neck out for you… you love him…” nothing about his eyes changed, they were still empty.

And they began to scare you.

“Tae-”

“Don’t call me that y/n,” he threatened and took a step towards you. You retreated, heart beating, “Don’t call out to me like you have any right on me. It’s because of you. All this is because of YOU!,” suddenly he was screaming.

You gasped as your back hit the wall, terror freezing you in place.

“I didn’t ask for this.” you whispered.

“You fucking asked for it y/n. How could you let this happen? You were supposed to be ransom. How did you become the main character?” he slammed his palm into the wall next to your head. “None of this would be happening, if you weren’t here.” his other hand made his way to his pocket.

Your wide eyes followed his hand’s movement and caught the flash of silver. A scream ripped from your throat as soon as the gun came into view, shooting adrenaline through your systems. How did the situation get here?

You shoved Taehyung away with all the strength in your body and ran to the door, struggling with the massive extra lock, but sliding it open just in time as he lunged for you, making it out and shutting the door behind you and running as fast as your legs would carry you.

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Up on the rooftop next to the house you just ran out of, the sniper who had his gun trained on the building next to you, saw you running out and immediately aimed his gun at you, following your path. His radio buzzed and one of his partners said, “Taehyung’s running after her, is she trying to run away?”

“I have no idea.”

“Do we engage?” the semi amused voice asked.

“Engage on who?”

“Her, of course.”

“The boss ordered us to keep her safe. If any one of you shoots her, you’ll have to answer to him.” he warned.

“I say we shoot a warning shot.”

“And call everyone’s attention?!” another voice chimed in.

Meanwhile, the initial sniper was already calling Yoongi. “I’m calling him, standby.” he said as the line connected and Yoongi picked up.

“What?” he asked urgently.

“Boss, the girl just ran out of the house.”

“What!?” Yoongi yelled, “What happened? Who’s after her?”

“Your little brother.” the sniper said calmly.

“What the fu-”

“And sir, he’s holding a gun.”

“Do not engage. Get your men out of there, and you stay in touch with me and follow those two idiots. The rest of you disperse.” Yoongi hung up, his heart hammering in his chest and hands trembling as he called Taehyung. And called Taehyung again. And again.

#mafia min yoongi #min yoongi #min yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #min yoongi angst #bts suga #bts min yoongi #mafia bts #suga angst #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts x reader #bts angst #yoongi angst #mafia suga #Fic:helsinki

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allora1233 · 2 years ago

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𝔹𝕋𝕊: 𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗

Happy Valentines Day! It's not much, but I wanted to make something small for today. I will also be posting a Haikyu and MHA one as well within these next two days. 😘

Namjoon- Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. You rolling on your back and him trailing his lips down your neck, kissing your shoulder, your chest, anywhere he can think of, memorizing you.

After Sex Kisses

Seokjin- Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites both of your entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly.

First Kisses

Yoongi- Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because he is too tired to land it properly. You make a sleepy sound and roll into him, nuzzling your face into his neck, ankles hooking together, while he drapes his arms around you and you two fall back asleep for a while.

Morning Kisses

Hoseok- Long and relentless, holding your body close, arms wrapped completely around your waist. Him burying his head in your neck and pressing kisses there too.

"I Missed You" Kisses

Jimin- A series of short pecks because you need the closeness but you also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes it’s just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again.

Breathless Kisses

Taehyung- Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve your body against his and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store.

Goodbye Kisses

Jungkook- Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling you as much.

"You Look Beautiful" Kisses

Tag list: @starstruckfangirls @parkdatjimin @twendou

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pamzn · 2 years ago

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/CpR7MNgt2FD/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

🥺 he is so big and cute, the little jiminie hug was too much for my heart

#melting fast🫠💜#mindy my crush💘#parkdatjimin

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kookieswan · 2 years ago

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Wait?! Mindy left?! 😭 And also what you mean "I know I’ll see it again in the future 🥹💕" 👀

Yes, she’s no longer on here and as stated in her own post, it’s not for anything bad. She was just ready for new adventures.

She’ll be self publishing some of her own writing and that’ll likely include Hooked. Look forward to it 🌸

#lovely anon #answers #parkdatjimin

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bangtanintotheroom · 2 years ago

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You're right, I don't mean to be so inconsiderate or to be an inconvenience to you, darling. I'll do better.

Here please take this as an apology.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRnVjuj8/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRn4cRUC/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRn43kTg/

THAT FIRST LINK

YOU LITTLE MINX 😮‍💨🖕🏾💕

#asks #Mindy I got something for you #just wait #mindyyy 💖#parkdatjimin #my lovely moots

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americanobts · 2 years ago

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she’s deactivated months ago but I miss mindy @/parkdatjimin, her soft maknae fics and her gentle presence 🌸

💜

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btschooseafic · 1 year ago

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about the ot7 fic with jm vampire and jinkook wolves etc.

I believe they’re talking about the safe house by parkdatjimin. I can’t remember if they deactivated or changed usernames but I know the link I had saved brings me to literally nothing )): so sad, was a good story!!!!

Thanks for the info, anon!

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #ot7 x reader #vampires #werewolves

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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ahahaha mindy, the jimin queen herself!! it means the world that you enjoyed this, genuinely 🥲 i love him all ways, but something about sub jimin just...... you know??

so glad you enjoyed this horny little duo 🤭 thank you for reading!! 💜

For your drabble reqs - I’ve been sitting on this for a hot hot hot second because imagining jimin’s crotch grinding on my ass and what could follow is turning me feral -

on your first date with shy Park Jimin, you both drink more than anticipated to take the edge off and end up getting a little too touchy feely on the dance floor.

☺️

MALLORYYYYYYY thank u for this lovely lovely req 🙆‍♀️ this was the perfect thing to shake the rust off!!! i hope you enjoy this one 💌

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: jimin x reader wordcount: 1k exactly mmmm satisfying contains: alcohol use, first date, reader and jimin are a lil sloshed, horny thots are thunk, grinding on the dancefloor, jimin calls himself a slut lmao, jimin playing with her panties through her dress and getting hard, sooooo it's kinda semi-public i guess, mentions of begging and sub!jimin, going home on the first date..... think that's it!

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Your drinks catch up to you on the dancefloor, all at once.

You’ve thrown them back like water tonight, faster than you normally would on a first date. But the man who’s sat across from you all night is intimidatingly gorgeous, not to mention sweet and soft-spoken and full of endearing little habits, like the way he pouted down into his own glass as he lifted it for a sip only to realize he’d already finished it.

Then he’d glanced up again as the empty glass tapped back down onto the table between you, his eyes just barely narrowing in a way that somehow managed to change his entire expression– made your stomach do a little backflip, too.

His voice was spun silk when he asked the question, dripped in something not quite innocent.

“Do you want to dance?”

What you hadn’t accounted for when you’d nodded your agreement and tried to will the flush of heat out of your face was the fact that dancing would mean getting even closer to Jimin. Dancing means his hands cupping the curve of your hips, warm through the thin fabric of your dress. You also hadn’t accounted for the way your liquor-soaked brain would take that spark and run a marathon with it, imagining those hands tangling in your hair, circling the buds of your breasts, slipping up your skirt.

There’s a steady pulse thudding in your core, in time to your heart and the bass of the speakers, and you swear the beat skips every time the flashing lights catch on an edge of Jimin: the full lines of his lips, the hoops sparkling diamond-bright at the corners of his jaw, the flicker of his lashes over the soft color bloom in his cheeks.

It’s too much. The space between your thighs aches, begging to be filled, and so you let your body lead. The room spins a little; you turn with it, Jimin’s hands fluttering at your waist.

You don’t know who initiates it– if you pressed back, if he pulled you in, or if the draw is all magnetism– but the space between your bodies narrows and then disappears. Your hips slot together, easy.

Something tells you the alcohol’s not to blame for the headrush buzz that hits you at the warmth of Jimin’s body under yours. The colors of the club smear together on the backs of your eyelids, and your lips part for a breath in when you feel his hips roll into yours like he knows what he’s doing.

And then his soft voice paints heat up the slope of your neck, and your eyes blink open again. “Can I tell you something?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter on your next exhale. The motion of his hips is steady now, a deliberate grind against the swell of your ass, a riptide threatening to drag you under. You make no attempts at resisting.

“I’m kind of a lightweight,” he admits, and you can hear that it’s true, his words sliding into each other. You can’t help your giggle, partially because you weren’t expecting his confession, and partially because, well– you’re feeling it too.

“That’s okay.” You do your best to reassure, speaking up to carry over the pulse of the music. “Me too, I think.”

“Can I tell you something else?”

Jimin’s voice sinks low into his chest when he asks the question, and the rumble of it vibrates through you like the thrum of a plucked string, underscored by his hips still rocking into yours. You drag your teeth over your bottom lip before you answer.

“Uh-huh.”

His nose grazes the line of your jaw, and you can hear the shy smile in his words when he speaks again.

“I’m also kind of a slut.”

Your breath hitches in your chest and you wonder if Jimin feels it. It’s so dark, your bodies pressed flush– it’s hard to keep up with where you end, where he begins, his tight black t-shirt and jeans blurring at the edges of your little black dress.

“That’s more than okay,” you finally manage, and you feel him dig just a little deeper into where he has you, gripping tighter at the line of your waist, as if making a promise of what’s to come.

“Yeah?” Jimin purrs.

You let your body answer him, let your hands slip over his to guide them lower, a slow tease. It’s easier to ask without words, your head dropped back against his shoulder, his fingertips seeking out the v-line of your panties through your dress, tracing the lace edge.

There’s no question that the crotch of his jeans has filled out now; you can feel him straining against denim, an insistent bulge at the curve of your ass. When you roll your hips in a circle, it earns a soft moan in your ear, one you could easily return at the wet drag of your thong when Jimin tugs at the fabric, rubbing a taste of friction just right over your clit. It lights your body up, a live fucking wire, and you need more than what you can get away with on this dancefloor.

“Anything else you want to tell me?” you murmur up to the ceiling.

Jimin’s mouth is hot when he presses a tongue-first kiss to the hinge of your jaw, then takes your earlobe between his teeth before answering. “Your body is driving me crazy. Wanna… fucking beg for it.”

“Shit,” you can’t help groaning, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel him stiffen all over when you tug a little, swear his dick even jumps in his pants. “I’d love to see you down on your knees, Jimin.”

“I’ll be so good for you,” he outright whines, and you tighten your grip, arching your back to better rut yourself against him.

There’s only one question left to ask, it seems, and you can’t wait a second longer.

“Your place or mine?”

#parkdatjimin #fic review #lightweight #jihope month drabbles 💌#queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

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