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Astrology Series  ♡ NSFW Mars Sign: How they are in bed, turn-ons, turn-offs + kinks

A/N: Today may I deliver some NSFW Astrology analysis. I’m working on something so I thought of leaving this here for you. Please bear in mind that these are just assumptions and are in no way to be taken as the mere truth since these are based off of their birth charts and astrology in no way defines a person or their value. 

Warnings: NSFW content. It has sexual content. Kinks. Sub/Dom themes. Impregnation. 

Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon  [Cancer Mars]

You must be clean af if you want to get it on with them, I’m talking a full-on ‘here are my tests from two weeks ago’ type of clean.

Sex and Love are not mutually exclusive, they are more like two sides of the same coin for them so if you’d like to have sex with them you’ll need to be fully committed to them first.

They have huge mental stimulation so they might plan ahead any fantasy that they would like to try out in bed.

They appreciate a few teasing sexts here and there to keep them developing fantasies inside their heads.

Cancer Mars are the most protective and sentimental in relationships but during sex too, they are the ones to hold you close while inside of you like they never want to let go.

One-night stands are a huge no no for them. Can’t do. 

If you want to bed them, you really must be different from the rest. They need to know there is a spark within you that gets them to feel secure around you.

VERY ROMANTIC like hella into holding your hand at all times during sex, caressing your face, sloppy kisses, all that romantic and erotic stuff.

Pleasers. Let’s be honest, we been knew, these guys would pretty much appreciate giving the best orgasms before their own.

Aftercare KINGS

Let’s talk the biggest kink for these guys: impregnation. Yeah, as much as they appreciate cleanliness, the do be thinking about having you not only full of their cum but round with their babies. 

Jung Hoseok [Aquarius Mars]

Open-minded af, honestly, we know Hobi isn’t one to judge anything that you could come up with sex-related or otherwise. 

Bratty or rather borderline playful, likes to tease A LOT if he knows it will get you worked up.

Goes thru kink phases. He might be really into this thing he just read and all of a sudden he would much rather do this other thing instead.

Will try anything once. ANYTHING & EVERYTHING. He might go back and have seconds on something that he really liked.

The most perfect for role play. Wanna act out any of your fantasies? He’s 100% down for it.

Doesn’t require a huge emotional commitment and out of this bunch, he might be the only one down to sleep with someone without actually having a relationship with them. Not one night stands tho, more like friends with benefits.

Phone sex HELLO. Do you honestly think it matters that he’s on a whole other continent? Nah, this man knows no borders, just pick up the damn phone and get ready to get sexy.

Toys Toys Toys. I cannot stress this enough, if it catches his eye, he’s got it in his bag. Weekly packages arrive, he’s got a new little friend to help out.

THIS MAN IS A WHOLE ASS DOM. Can we please refer back to Dior Hobi. Please.

Kim Taehyung [Capricorn Mars]

HELLO DOM TAE WE BEEN KNEW

A shit ton of expensive details before sex, I can totally picture him purchasing this set from agent provocateur beforehand and asking you to wear it for him. 

I mean a bottle of champagne? also check

A fancy-ass date beforehand, sure, no problem

Praise kink, more like… Worshipping kink. He would love it if you were to worship his dick during dirty talk.

Sensual slow and conventional. OKAY HEAR ME OUT I’M NOT SAYING VANILLA TAETAE BUT yeah, kinda. It is nothing bad tho. Vanilla can be pretty passionate. 

I’m talking lovemaking until the wee hours of the morning

Most attracted to someone experienced. He is just fascinated with the idea of dominating someone who is far more experienced in sex than he is. 

Like to be taken care of. Dom baby Tae. After sex cuddles and stuff.

King of controlling himself. YOU CAN EDGE THIS MAN FOR CENTURIES HE DOESN’T CARE.

...until he gets you all to himself.

Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook [Scorpio Mars]

Possessive clingy babies of this bunch. 

Power Dynamics are a thing for these two. Like, I know they look sub/switch or soft doms but THEY WILL NOT HESITATE.

Trying out various kinks. Not as many as Hobi, but they got their fair share of ideas in mind to try out.

Will easily dominate a bratty sub. You know how Jimin is supposedly the scariest when angry? And JK is a muscle bunny that the rest of the members run from? Yeah, you don’t wanna get them to switch on full dome mode. Or maybe you do. I can’t tell you what to do. 

Can get you wet with just looking into your eyes. Fierce eyes. KINGS OF DUALITY. 100% guarantee to get you on your knees by just staring and a signature smirk of theirs.

Sex must be deep, passionate and extraordinary. Like no other before and will most probably ruin you for anyone else.

They give it their all, as if its gonna be the last. You don’t think it can get any better, until it does. And oh man. 

Full intensity and commitment. I’ve said it. Possessive clingy babies. If you are gonna get their everything in bed you have to give your everything out of bed in exchange.

Learn about mind and soul through sex. They have this deep connection with themselves and their partner that sex is an out of body experience. Yep. That’s a thing.

Most powerful personal magnetism and WE BEEN KNEW. There is just so much more behind their talent and look and everything that we are able to see, when in their presence you just HAVE TO look at them, fill up your soul with their mere existence. 

Masters of revenge if you tease them. Like, on a whole another level.

They might even wait 6 years for a bathroom break while filming cake decorating on FESTA. Yoongi knows about this.

Enough drive and stamina to meet and exceed any expectations. These two might be able to go on and on for hours on end. Have you ever tried to pull an all nighter but for sex? These two might be your best shot. Plus, when you get up after a nap, they could totally go for a morning round.

Continuos foreplay: I’m talking, stares, hand never leaving your skin, clinging onto you, sexual innuendos over text. all that jazz. We’ve been here before. Kings of stamina. 

Scorpio Mars does come with a warning tho (It’s a price to pay for all the good things from the most passionate sign). They might get so infatuated with you that they will never NEVER leave your side. They want to become one with their partner. So kiss goodbye any alone time. 

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A Part Of The Past ~ JJK, KSJ [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 3.1K

↬↬↬Genre: Ansgt, fluff, happy ending, flashbacks,

↬↬↬Pairing: Jin x Fem!Reader x Jungkook

↬↬↬A/N: I know I don’t normally name the kids in my stories but I had to for context so I hope this is okay for you!

Taewoo was sitting on the swingset laughing loudly while you and Jungkook sat together on the porch, you had a mug of hot chocolate in your hands while you tried to focus on anything except for Jungkook speaking to you right now. He was only there because he was supposed to be taking Taewoo for the weekend and yet here he was talking to you about your past together,

"The past is the past Jungkook. It's supposed to stay there." You wished Jin was home right now, he would be able to stop this conversation from happening but he wasn't here he was at work. 

"But-" 

"No buts!" You yelled, you never wanted to yell in front of Taewoo he was only 5-years-old and didn't really understand why you and Jungkook were no longer together, he was far too young to know the real reasons. 

"Y/n please, it was a mistake." Jungkook pleaded with you but it just made you think back to that day, the day your whole world had come crumbling down around you and you were left to pick up all of the tiny pieces. 

Cleaning the house was something you did regularly but you didn't normally go into Jungkook's home office to clean, mostly because he told you there was no need for it. There wasn't much to do around the house though and you wanted it to be a nice surprise for Jungkook to come home to, Taewoo was down for his nap since he was only 1-years-old so you just headed into the office. The place looked awful it was a wonder how Jungkook ever got anything done while he worked from home on the weekends. Dust covered everything except for his desk where he worked and then there were scraps of paper thrown about all over the floor along with empty cups all over the place. 

"No wonder my cupboards are empty," You grumbled starting your cleaning by taking all of the cups down to the dishwasher in the kitchen, it was times like these you were thankful you had one. You grabbed some cloths and polish to clean up his room and set to work right away, you couldn't believe Jungkook could work in such a messy place. You never could, if your office was ever untidy at work you'd freak out and start cleaning it up or you wouldn't be able to concentrate properly. 

"I love it when you call me señorita-" You cut yourself off when you saw the bottom drawer of JUngkook's desk open frowning you walked over to close it when you noticed a brown bag inside. Normally you wouldn't be the one to snoop on your husband but there was a nagging feeling in your stomach telling you to check the bag, 

"Condoms?" You whispered closing the bag up there was nothing off about it. Sure you were married and had a son but you still used condoms since you weren't ready for another child yet but there was something underneath the bag. A small navy blue velvet box, the kind that jewellery came in. Slipping it open you let out a gasp seeing a silver band inside of the box with the biggest diamond you'd seen - bigger than the one on your engagement right. Was he planning on giving it to you as a surprise?

"Baby I'm home! " The front door slammed shut and you frowned getting up from the floor, Jungkookw as never home this early on a Friday he normally stayed late,

"I forgot something from my office, I'm just going to grab it quickly." He yelled out thinking you were somewhere else in the house but when he came into his office and saw you on the floor his mouth fell open. 

"What are you doing in here baby? I thought I said it didn't need to be cleaned?!" His voice was coming out as a yell and you frowned at him, why was he so angry at you for doing something so nice for him. 

"I was just trying to help-"

"Don't!" That was when he spotted you holding the box and he snatched it from your grasp throwing it down into the drawer and slamming it shut. He panicked as he realised you'd already seen it, he could feel himself beginning to sweat as you raised yourself up from the floor. 

"Relax Kookie, I'll pretend I've never seen it before when you give it to me." You cooed trying to comfort him but he didn't want or need your comfort right now so he stepped away before you could reach out to touch him.

"Stop it, stop being so nice and calm!" Taewoo started crying from the other room so you went to leave when Jungkook took your wrist into his, 

"Jungkook relax, it's just a ring it's not like you don't buy me things-"

"It's not for you." Your world fell apart at those four words,

"Not for me? Is it your mums birthday?" You couldn't remember the exact date but she would have called you before now to arrange a cafe date like she always did but Jungkook rolled his eyes at you. 

"How can you be so clueless to all of this?! The late nights? The coming home with lipstick marks? Are you that dumb or just too blinded by my money that you would put up with me cheating on you?" Your heart had officially been ripped from your chest as the words flew from his mouth as if they were that easy for him to say all of them to you and he didn't care. There were more questions in your head then there were answers but the cry of your son took priority over everything right now, you backed out of the room and rushed into the nursery to calm your screaming son down. 

"Baby it's okay, mummy's right here." You bent down to pick him up out of the crib and began to bounce him around on your hip while Jungkook watched from the doorway, it hurt for him to look at you after what he'd just admitted.

"So what is it? You're bored of us now?" You questioned calmly as you son began to drift off back to sleep in your arms, Jungkook stared down at the floor with his hands buried deep in his pockets as if this didn't bother him. That his 3-year marriage, a 10-year relationship and your 1-year-old child meant nothing to him as if it was that easy to just throw away.

"There's someone else-"

"No shit Jungkook, you're planning to propose while we're still together? You know that's illegal, right? You can't marry her until we're divorced." Your son was finally asleep in your arms but you weren't about to put him down, if you put him down there was a chance you wouldn't be able to stay as calm as you were right now.

"I was going to tell you, I haven't felt right about us in a very long time Y/n-"

"So instead of talking about what was wrong, you went to someone else?" You scoffed at him for acting like a teenager instead of a grown adult,

"Fine...You want a divorce you can have one." You took your son over to the changing table that was in the nursery and laid him down while you packed up clothes for him into a bag, 

"What are you doing?" Jungkook teared up watching as you began packing clothes into a bag for Taewoo,

"Leaving. You can invite whoever it is around and you can have our home, our life that we made, you can be happy." You mumbled trying not to cry in front of him, crying in front of him would show him how truly upset about all of this you were and you didn't want to give that to him. 

"Y/n-" He called out your name softly as if he was trying to say sorry for everything he'd done,

"No Jungkook, don't say my name like that, you don't get to say my name like that anymore." You snapped grabbing the changing bag and throwing it over your shoulder before taking Taewoo towards your bedroom, Jungkook followed in silence to see if you were really going to do it but he frowned when he watched you pull out a suitcase and begin to pack clothes into it. 

"I'll come back for more when you're not here, assuming I'm allowed to keep my house key until we split?" He sighed watching you lay Taewoo on the bed, he went to take hold of him but you stood in front of your sleeping son. 

"Leave him." Jungkook went to defend himself but you'd already had enough out of him that day, you began to slide clothes into the suitcase, deciding you would sleep in a hotel that would provide toiletries so you wouldn't have to bother with trying to get your own. 

"You're just going to take him with you? You have nowhere to go, he'll be better off here-"

"No Jungkook, you don't get to do that. You don't get the house, the money, the cars and everything and our son! You can see him whenever you want but I'm taking him." Maybe it was salty but you didn't care, you zipped the case up and began rushing to get out of the house, taking Taewoo and praying you knew exactly where the keys to your car were. There was a hotel just down the road you could be staying it and you'd never have to look at Jungkook again for as long as you needed. 

"Mum! Dad! Did you see that?!" You got up from the porch step leaving your mug abandoned there, the memories of that day were flooding into your head for the first time in four years and you didn't like it you'd only just gotten to a decent point in your life with Jungkook were you could stand to be in the same room as him you didn't want old memories to resurface like this. 

"What was it baby?" You bent down next to Taewoo who was pointing at a butterfly sitting on the swing next to him, it was on the chain that linked onto the frame, blue wings just there for everyone to see,

"He's beautiful baby," As Taewoo went out to touch the butterfly you stopped him, 

"You can't touch him if you do that he won't be able to fly anymore." Jin came through the backdoor to see you and Jungkook talking to Taewoo closely, 

"Why?"

"Well they have this dust on their wings-" Explaining this to a five-year-old was going to be pointless as he wouldn't understand, 

"Remember in Peter Pan he gave wendy the pixie dust? That's what it's like for this little guy if you touch him though it removes his dust and he can't fly." Your son and Jungkook began pouting to one another as Jungkook explained it in a way he would be able to understand, 

"Don't worry Mr Butterfly I won't touch you," You smiled weakly as your son got up from the swing and rushed over to Jin who was watching you, 

"DADDY!" Jungkook looked away, he hated the fact that your son called Jin dad but it was what Jin was. He'd adopted Taewoo when you got married but it wasn't like you told him to. He did it on his own. 

"Don't start Jungkook, he can call him dad if he wants to." You knew that look you knew what Jungkook thought about Jin but you didn't care, if you could be happy for him and his assistant he could at least pretend to be happy for you and Jin. 

"He doesn't call Micha mum," You rolled your eyes at him as he said that, 

"Because she doesn't act like a mum, name one time she's ever come to see him with you?" You weren't going to knock Jungkook he'd been the best father in the world despite what you and he had been through. 

"Come on, we'll go get you some juice," Jin said as he watched you struggling to keep your cool with Jungkook, he didn't know what it was that you were talking about but he trusted you enough to act like adults. Every time he looked at you it was like that first time he saw you all over again.

It was almost 3:30 am and Jin was walking around a 24-hour supermarket trying to make sure he had enough snacks for his staff members the next day. He was throwing a small party in the office he owned to celebrate a birthday for one of the staff members,

"Mummy will be right back, I know baby but grandma can look after you." He frowned hearing someone else active in the store, normally it was pretty empty except for the occasional worker who was stacking the shelves up for customers in the morning. 

"I'll grab his favourite, thank you Mrs Jeon." You sounded pained as you spoke down the phone and Jin came around the corner to see you standing there in a pencil skirt and a white blouse, your hair was thrown back as you frowned looking through the freezers. He walked closer to you trying to build up the courage to talk to you but he bailed, walking past you. 

"Erm...Excuse me?" He froze turning around to face you, you had a shy look on your face as you looked up at him he was significantly taller than you, 

"M-me? Me? Excuse me?" You laughed softly as he stuttered over his words but he couldn't help it he'd been wanting to talk to you but chickened out yet here you were, 

"Can you get me the triple chocolate chip ice cream, with fudge bits?" He looked up to where you were pointed and nodded his head reaching up with ease to grab onto the carton of ice cream for you, 

"Thanks, my son would kill me if I didn't come home with this." You laughed at yourself as if your one and a half-year-old son could kill you.

"You have a son?" You nodded your head at him going into detail about why it was his favourite before covering your mouth with your own hand, 

"Sorry, I overshare. He's just adorable-"

"No, don't be sorry! He sounds adorable, I've always wanted kids it must be nice for you and your husband," He hated that he'd said that, the moment the word left his mouth you looked at the floor instead of into his eyes and he felt like an idiot. 

"We're separated but it's great, my son is great." He smiled at you and began talking to you some more about your son. 

This conversation with Jungkook was pointless and it was going nowhere, 

"I don't want to hear it Jungkook!" You finally snapped as he began tearing up looking at you. Jin stood in the kitchen window ready to go out and help if you needed it but he knew you could hold your own. You weren't some weak woman that needed a man to defend her when you were perfectly capable of doing it all on your own.

"I love you." The words flew out of Jungkook's mouth and you just shook your head at him, you'd done everything over the last five years to try and get into a good space now that you had that he was just going to take it away from you again, 

"No! You don't get to do this to me Jungkook! We're happy! I'm married to Jin and you're married to Micha." You moved away from him as he went to reach out of your hand pleading with you to stop shouting about this, Jin came out onto the porch again and you looked up at him before looking back at Jungkook and holding your stare with him. 

"Did you forget that you were the one who tore apart our marriage?" You questioned him throwing your hands up in defeat as you stared him down, he looked away from you not have the courage to look back at you. 

"Did you forget that you were the one to run off and fuck someone else? You ruined our relationship Jungkook so don't for one second think I'm going to let you ruin mine and Jins." You spat at him finally having enough of keeping it all inside, your voice cracked as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

"We're happily married and have a child on the way, I'm sorry if things between you and Micha are rough right now but you make it work or you break up with her. You don't come crawling to me and tell me you love me." He was stunned at you, you'd never spoken to him like this even throughout the divorce when he filed under separation instead of adultery.

"Y/n-"

"No Jungkook, I let you get away with everything but this- This is too much."

"I'm sorry!" You frowned hearing him yell that, he hadn't said sorry even on the day of his wedding and he begged you to bring Taewoo along which meant you had to sit there while he married the woman he threw your marriage away for. 

"I'm sorry for everything, I just- seeing you and Jin together all of the time and Taewoo it makes me want us back-"

"We can't always get what we want Jungkook." He nodded in agreement and sighed. 

"I'm sorry...Can we at least try to be friends?" You nodded your head, being friends would be a push but you could make it work for Taewoo. He needed his father in his life even if you didn't exactly want that right now. 

"Friends." You agreed, looking at him and shaking his hand so you would be on the same page about everything again. 

Jungkook left that evening feeling super guilty for everything he'd done to you but having you yell at him like that brought him back to his senses and made him see how right you were about it all. 

"You okay?" Jin asked later that night when Taewoo was asleep, you were sitting on the porch swing with the ultrasound in your hand just looking at the baby, 

"I'm perfect, how was work?" He sat down next to you on the swing and handed you the perfect hot chocolate, 

"It was slow and boring, is the scan tomorrow?" You smiled leaning your head on his shoulder as you thought about how perfect your life was now with the perfect guy by your side. 

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bts imgn: taking care of them when they are drunk (friends)

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SeokJin

Jin would call you at 3am asking you to pick him up from a bar. You knew that the boys sometimes went out to grab a drink but this time Jin was alone which was weird. He didn’t- or couldn’t say much more than just “(Y/N) please can you come pick me up? Im at the usual place...”. 

When you got there he sat outside on a bench napping, you had to pretty much carry him to the car. He crashed at your place cause you thought him getting drunk might be because of some fight he had with the others. When he woke up he explained.

“Did I puke?”

“God I hope not...” you say worried looking around.

“Sorry... The bar had a drink called unicorn poop and it tasted like cotton candy and I think we all had one too many so the boys left without noticing I went to the bathroom...”

Just as he finished that sentence the front door busts open and 6 men run inside looking scared shitless. When they spot Jin on the couch they all sigh in relief.

“Thank god...”

( vv him being groggy af in the morning vv )

Namjoon

Namjoon can drink, everybody knows that. He is usually the one who acts the most sober and takes care of the others. But you’re not that bad of a drinker yourself. A few cocktails and a few shots is no biggie. So when you all went out one night Jin and Suga had to bring the lightweights home because they were all basically asleep 2.5  hours in. 

You and Namjoon were just beginning though. After another 1.5 hours of dancing and drinking your feet started to hurt and the music was getting too loud. You walk around to try to find Joon but he is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly somebody hugs you from behind. Getting ready to headbutt whatever creep is behind you, he says

“Can we go home now pleaaaase” 

You laugh at how dorky Joon is being. He’s only like this is he’s wasted. He becomes a 9 year old boy who has abandoment issues.

“Sure but you will need to let me go cause I can’t move when you are hugging me like this” you say as you laugh.

“Fine...” he says as he pouts.

The club is walking distans to their dorm so you decide to just walk with him and crash there. The 15 minute walk is filled with corny dad jokes, waves of compliments and occasional deep thoughts. You even have to save him from walking into a few lamp posts and poles.

Waking up at their dorms the day after you see a message on your phone. 

Namjoon 9:30

- we had to leave early for practice this morning but we left you some Doenjang soup. thanks for a fun night out and if you tell anyone about how drunk i was last night you are no longer allowed to borrow my clothes. ily :)

(vv you are yoongiiii vv)

Yoongi

You hear someone knocking at your door at 12pm. The smart thing to do is grab a frying pan and hide in the closet, but this is not the first time something like this has happened. Yoongi has a tendency to drink when he is feeling down and with the holidays coming up, the possibility of him not being able to spend it with his family usually gets to him. The sloppy, barely audible knocks also point to it being a drunk Yoongi.

Opening the door he is looking at his feet, hair covering his face. 

“Come in...” 

“Im sorry you always have to deal with me when I’m like this...” he mumbles.

He couldn’t really talk about it with the others because they are most likely just as upset or stressed. It would just end in 7 grown men drinking their sadness away together.

You don’t say much. You grab a beer, a bottle of water and a few blankets from your couch and drag him with you up to the roof of your apartment buildning. Thankfully it’s not freezing cold out and your hoodie plus a few layers of blankets is just enough to warm you. You sit down on the ground, not too far in the distans you can see the skyscrapers of Seoul and above you a clear, star-filled sky. This is where you always go when you feel down. Nothing can make your problems seem small better than skyscrapers and stars. 

Yoongi reaches for the bottle of beer when you swat his hand away.

“That is for me.” “This” ... you give him the water bottle ... “is for you”.

Yoongi sighs but takes the waterbottle and opens it to drink some. 

The rest of the night you talk about everything and nothing, you make him promise to call you if he ever feels bad enough to repeat this and when the clock reaches 3am, Jin calls and convinces Yoongi to go back to the dorms. He hugs you goodbye and holds you a little longer than usual giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you (Y/N), I owe you” 

Hoseok

Partying with J-hope always ends badly. He has a lot of fun without alcohol, so imagine him drunk. Yea he has way too much fun. He will dance too hard and spill someone’s drink, which leads to a fight. Maybe hit on someone’s girlfriend, which leads to a fight. Once he thought some other guy was Jungkook and playfully slapped him on the head, when the random dude turned around he pointed at someone else, which lead to a fight.

Usually the others can calm situations like that down, but in your case when drinking with hoseok alone, the goal was to stop those situations before they even started. 

“Heyyyy that guy looks like Donald Trump” Hoseok slurrs.

“What? Who? Nobody here it over 30...” you look around confused.

“Him over there! With the orange hair!” he says amused.

“Hoseok Donald Trump has orange skin not orange hair boi get your disses right”

“HEY, HEY DONALD!!” he yells at the guy.

“HOSEOK WTF” you whisper-shout as you cover his mouth.

The guy and his entire entourage looks at us confused as Hosoek waves happily at them. 

“Why are you always trying to get beaten up????” 

Jimin

Jimin sometimes drink too much and it can be because he feels a lot of pressure and alcohol can help relieve that. You followed them to Japan, their first world tour destination, to see the show and they were able to book you a hotel room in the same hotel as them. 

After eating dinner with all of them in Joon and Yoongis room they all wanted to sleep earlier because of the concert the next day but Jimin and Jungkook said you could hang a little longer with them by the bar.

Jungkook left after one beer but Jimin stayed with you. When you finished your first drink Jimin was already on his third. You could notice that he was feeling the alcohol because he smiled a little bit more and spoke a little less clearly

“You have a long day tomorrow Jimin, I think you should go to bed” you say slightly worried about his hangover tomorrow.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be able to sleep anyways...” Jimin says with a sad smile.

“Hm?” you look at him for an explanation.

“My anxiety hits the roof right before a concert, I have so many people I need to make proud and I will never be good enough for them...” he drinks what’s remaining in his glass. “I never feel like I’m enough compared to the others, you know?” his eyes start tearing up.

Your heart sinks and you pull him into a hug. “Don’t be stupid, everybody loves you and all your flaws. They don’t expect you to be perfect, they expect you to be human.” You grab his shoulders and push him up from your embrace, staring at him. “Your gonna go to bed, do your best tomorrow, and even if you mess up or don’t think you did well enough, you will still be loved by millions. I promise.”

He smiles and nods, he grabs your hand from his shoulders and says

“Comon’, let’s go to bed”

Taehyung

Taehyungs drunk stages are -a little extra hyper-, to - yelling alot-, to -wearing his shoes on his hands and telling everybody his deepest darkest secrets-, then waking up and remembering nothing.

In this case during you night out, he had told you some hella weird stuff like him having an ice kink, him having a sex dream about you, and that he likes whipped cream more that anything in the world... 

This definitaly scarred you since you see Tae as a brother so you felt like giving him some payback. Since he crashed at your place you knew exactly how. You went into the kitchen and grabbed an ice cube, you walked to the counch where he was sleeping and started to rub the ice cube against his face. 

“Mm- Huh?” He opened his eyes and stared at you slightly disturbed.

“Good morning taeee ~” you sing.

“Why the ice cube...” he looked at you suspiciously.

You just stared right back at him smirking.

“Oh no... what more did I say last night...”

Jungkook

Jungkook can sometimes be a bit of a lightweight. Now he can drink beer or wine just fine. But if its mixed drinks or shots, the boy can and will blackout.

“SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT EVERYBOOODY”

“Jungkook it’s 10pm... there’s like 13 people in this club...”

“Comonnnn pleaase just take a shot with me....”

He has already had a beer and three shots and you don’t feel like carrying his unconscious body back to the dorms. You know you would get yelled at by the others since you promised them to take it easy with the maknae. But knowing drunk Kookie, he is not going to let up.

“Fine. I’ll take shots with you right after I use the restroom ok? Wait here.”

He nods happily and starts to do something on his phone. You make sure he is not paying attention and go to the other end on the bar. The other bartender looks at you waiting for your order and you ask him to fill 2 shotglasses with water as you point to Jungkook. He nods and chuckles a little. Probably not his first time getting asked that.

You see him pat Jungkook on the shoulder as he points to something, when he is distracted the bartender replaces the two shot glasses nearest him with the glasses with water. He tells Jungkook nevermind and retreats.

“Ok let’s do this!” You tell him coming back from the “restroom”.

“WOO!” he yells as you clink your glasses together and drink the water.

“Wow I must be drunkk cause that tasted like water!” he says happily and starts to drag you to the dance floor.

“I’ve got a long night ahead of me...”

[thegirlwiththedorkydad]

Tattoos - 1

Soulmate!au ; College!au

Word Count: 1180 (ish)

           The idea of soulmates had fascinated you for as long as you could remember. Not the romanticism of soulmates, no. You were enthralled by the idea that somewhere out there, somehow, someone shared this incredible bond with you that even science couldn’t explain. The idea that everyone was connected to someone was enough to peak your curiosity from the time you could fully comprehend what your mother and father explained to you. 

           You could remember the first time that it happened like it was yesterday. You were only four years old, sitting on the couch watching cartoons and shoveling cereal into your mouth as your parents busied themselves with making coffee before they left for work. As you reached your chubby toddler fingers toward the bowl for another handful of cheerios, you saw it. A thick line of purple marker was drawn across the back of your hand. Furrowing your eyebrows, you brought your hand up to your face, cocking your head to the side in confusion. You hadn’t played with markers that morning. You swiped your other hand across the mark, trying to get rid of it, but nothing happened. The mark didn’t even smear. You tried again only to get the same result. Your four-year-old mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. As you stared at the mark in wonder, you let out a gasp as another mark joined it. This time, the green line was much thinner, crossing over the purple haphazardly. Hearing your gasp, your mother looked up from her newspaper and walked over to you. Eyes widening, she beckoned over your father and pointed at the marker lines on your hand, watching as another appeared – this time orange.

           “Mama what’s happening?” You asked, eyes wide as you looked between your parents and the back of your hand, bowl of cereal and cartoons completely forgotten. Your mother smiled at you before sitting down beside you.

           “Don’t worry sweetheart, it’s nothing to be afraid of. Do you remember when Nana was telling you about soulmates?” You nodded your head at your mother’s words, recalling the story that your grandmother had told you. You had presumed it was nothing more than that, a story. “Well sweetie, what those marks mean, is that somewhere, your soulmate is playing with markers and they got some on their hand.” It was safe to say that the expression on your face resembled that of a lost puppy, at which your father chuckled.

           “Let’s save that explanation for when you’re a little older, okay pumpkin?” Your father told you kindly, ruffling your hair. You huffed at his actions, swatting away his hands. Your parents both chuckled before standing up, resuming their pre-work routine before taking you to daycare, the marker that had mysteriously appeared on your hand forgotten for the time being.

           Running your hand through your hair in frustration, you stood in the middle of the quad at your university, staring at the numerous buildings that lined the green space in bewilderment. You had absolutely no idea where your next class was. It was only your first week, and this was the first time you had your Intro to Chemistry lecture. You let out a frustrated groan as you reached into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. Quickly unlocking it, you tapped on the messenger app and opened your conversation with your roommate.

To: The Best Roommate Ever

Which building is Intro to Chem again?

           You pressed send and waited, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for your roommate to respond. As you stared at the blank screen on your phone, you noticed the intricate design beginning to blossom on the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but smile at the black ink, slowly crawling across your skin. Your soulmate had some talent, that’s for sure. Over the years, you had been accustomed to the random doodles and designs that would appear on your skin. You weren’t much of an artist in terms of drawing, but you occasionally would scribble a note to yourself somewhere on your skin, momentarily forgetting that your soulmate would have a matching memo, wherever they might be in the world. The two of you had never had a legitimate conversation, choosing instead to admire the work of the other. Or rather in your case, you would admire, and your soulmate would more than likely laugh at your forgetfulness. The word tattoo, in some languages, means to mark. That’s what having a soulmate was like, it was like having a tattoo. It was permanent. You wondered if you would ever get the chance to meet the artist behind the ink on your skin.

           You were pulled out of your thoughts by the vibration of your phone, the screen lighting up with a notification that your roommate had replied.

From: The Best Roommate Ever

It’s in Lecture Hall B, Adams building.

To: The Best Roommate Ever

Thank you so much. I owe you one.

           The buildings all looked pretty much the same to you as you squinted trying to read the names of each. Your eyes locked on the building a little off to your right, a large red-bricked structure with a sort of Georgian flair to it. The words “Adams Building” were present on a plaque near the large double doors that led inside the hall. Undoubtedly this was one of the older buildings on campus, as signified by the historical architecture plaque positioned slightly below the name. The strap of your backpack began to slip off your shoulder, and you reached over to pull it back into place as you began walking toward your ‘First Day of Hell’ as your roommate so eloquently called it.

           As you approached the doors, you glanced at the watch on your wrist, the blinking digits informing you that you had made it to class fifteen minutes before it started. A shoulder brushed against yours rather forcefully, causing you to stumble slightly.

                       “Sorry!” A voice exclaimed, reaching a hand out to steady you, keeping the other inside the pocket of his hoodie. You regained your balance, aided by the large hand on your shoulder and looked up at the boy who had run into you. Internally you swore. He was attractive. Like, really attractive. His chestnut brown hair was swept across his forehead, and his brown doe eyes were watching you worriedly. Hell, he was even dressed in an attractive manner. His light wash jeans and Timberlands making you feel like a potato. His white hoodie still (somehow) showed off his muscled bicep, which you got an even better view of as his hand was still on your shoulder to steady you.

           “It’s fine.” You smiled at him, waving off his concern. The boy seemed hesitant, nodding only slightly at your assurance. More people started flowing out of the building and the two of you stared at each other for another moment, giving the boy a half smile before you were both swept up in the crowd of people, the brief encounter all but forgotten. As you entered the building headed toward your Chemistry class, you failed to notice the boy take his hand out of the pocket of his hoodie and inspect the black design he had drawn on it in boredom during his previous class; the very design that you had watched blossom on your skin only moments before. From across the quad, Jungkook smiled to himself, looking at his hand and wondering when he would be fortunate enough to meet the endearingly memo-oriented, forgetful person that was his soulmate.

Part 2 anyone? I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate au, so I’m actually quite happy with how this one turned out! I would love to hear your thoughts/if you want a part 2 so please let me know. ALSO: THANK YOU so much for almost 400 notes on ‘Bruised Hearts and Bloody Knuckles’. I’m so so glad that you all enjoyed it!

[taelaxies]

law - suit

 “He’s multipurpose: he deals with the legal problems and offers visual stimulation for you to get over your stupid ex husband. ”

Summary: You hire Kim Seokjim as your new lawyer to get your divorce. Your crush on him turns into something more after one late night phone call. || LawyerAU! Pairing: Kim Seokjin / FemReader Genre: Smutty SMUT | with plot  Warnings: masturbation, sex (duh) and Jin wearing a suit should count as a warning too. A/N: Hello there! I should apologise to all the people who actually knows something about law for this. But you know, we’re not here for the law aren’t we? Hope you like it♥ Words: +6k

You were absolutely sure about three things.

 One: You wanted to divorce Min Yoongi. Two: You wanted half of the money and actions shared. Three - but not least important: You wanted your lawyer Kim Seokjin, in ways you shouldn’t.

 Your relationship with Yoongi was destined to fail from the beginning. You were the both too young when your parents thought it would be a good idea to seal the deal between both of their companies and merge with your marriage. Back then, you were happy about it - specially when you met your future husband and realized how attractive he was. Your younger self pictured her life with such a handsome man by her side, having beautiful children and wild sex every night. What a beautiful dream. You laughed at it now, you were such a fool.

 Look how that ended, three years later.  Yoongi was possessive over you, you had to ask for his permission all the time even for the silliest things like a simple dinner with friends. You always obeyed him, thinking that it was part of being a good wife. When you discovered he was cheating, you realized that it had nothing to do with you being a good wife - he was just a total jerk.  The third in discord was no other but an employee from the company you both owned and worked in, since your parents made sure the actions were under your name after you married. Their intentions were good, they wanted you to have a good future. But now those actions, were the reason you had to fight this legal battle you had no idea about.

 That’s when Nara, you’re best friend recommended you this lawyer that had helped her during a trial against her own family for her inheritance. Since your parents were not okay with the idea of your divorce, she became the only one you could talk to and trust - so you didn’t hesitate to thank her and call the man the next day.

 “I’m Kim Seokjin.” He introduced himself, that day on your first meeting. “I’ll be your lawyer if you want me to, Miss Y/L/N. Now, we should take a look at the case.”

 You did not know if it was the lack of sex in your life, his wide shoulders under his black suit or his full lips that were caught between his teeth while reading the legal papers - but you could not stop staring at him.  Maybe your friend had casually forgotten to mention that the lawyer was a young greek god, and then you were in his office. Alone with him.

 “Miss Y/L/N, are you listening?”

 You shook your head and smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, sorry. I was… nevermind. Could you repeat what you were saying?”

 For a moment, you were afraid that he could actually hear the sinful thoughts on your mind. You relaxed when he simply nodded, “I was saying that in my experience, and considering the amount of money we are talking about, this is not going to be resolved in just one mediation. We are facing the full process here.”

“I know, Mr. Kim.”

 The ‘Mr. Kim’ rolled like honey from your lips which made him instinctively fix his eyes on you. “As your lawyer is my obligation to inform you about the process. It will take a long time, but I assure you miss, we will make a good deal that will fullfil your interests.” He ran his fingers through his black hair and frowned, lowering his gaze to the file on his desk again. “Have you considered adding his adulter behavior to the case?”

“Not until now. My previous lawyer never said I could.”

“It’s not a common demand, but it exists in this state’s law. You had a bad lawyer.”

“And are you a good one, Mr. Kim?”

 He smiled briefly and you felt your heart melting. “I like to think I’m a good professional, yes.”

 What it was supposed to be a discussion about your legal future, became a monologue in which he numbered all the steps to take from now and on. He explained that the mediation was meant to solve the conflict whithout a judge’s intervention and it would make things faster. You were amazed by how quickly he had made up that plan and by how enthusiastic he sounded as he explained it to you. He was probably faking it, trying to make you feel optimistic enough to trust him on this. It was not necessary, you wanted him as your lawyer from the moment you entered the room.

 He gave you his business card, with his name, his e-mail and his phone number written on it. Your fingers traced its borders as you sat on your sofa, alone in that house you used to share with Yoongi. He was the one that left, and you bet he was staying at his lover’s apartment. Not that you cared.

Nara called next morning, asking how your reunion with Seokjin was and you almost laughed at her.

 “I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying because of how good he looked, you could have warned me.”

 “I know! See, he’s multipurpose: he deals with the legal problems and offers you visual stimulation for you to get over your stupid ex husband fast.”

Visual stimulation. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Your friend giggled from the other end of the line. You glanced at the business card laying on the table in front of you and read his name written in black.

 You understood, after several meetings with Seokjin, that you definitely had a crush on him. But that was it, just a crush: knowing how to appreciate how good he looked. You had just hired him as your lawyer and you would be breaking all the ethics and morals his profession established if things turned out to be more than a crush.

 You imagined he was aware of that, he always talked about strictly business. You knew nothing more about him, except for his love for work and his obsession with suits. He wore a different one every time, perfectly clean and neat.  That morning when he met you at the state office, he was wearing a light grey suit with his usual white shirt and tie. You, like him, wore your usual office clothes: your black pencil skirt and white blouse.  You had never been at the state’s legal building, but it was just that: a simple building filled with rooms, lawyers and judges. 

 “Miss Y/L/N.”

 “Good morning Seokjin.”

 “For what I’ve heard your husband and his attorney haven’t arrived yet. We can still enter the mediation room and wait for them there.”

 You nodded and followed his wide back as he lead the way towards a white door. Inside, the same whiteness covered the whole room, which only had a long big table with five chairs around it.

 He waited for you to choose your seat and then he joined, sitting next to you.

 Your leg couldn’t stop moving below the table: you were not ready to face Yoongi right then. Not that you cared about him, but he stressed you and made you feel uncomfortable. That was normal right? You glanced at Jin but he was already looking at you.

 His head leaned closer to your ear,  “Don’t be nervous. They’ll notice and take advantage from it.”

 You nodded, trying to tell that to yourself even if your leg was shaking even faster.

Then it stopped. His warm hand was resting on your knee and preventing it to move, “Don’t worry and let me do the work.”

You were not worried about Yoongi anymore, you couldn’t when his hand was still on your leg. Your eyes fell to it and he quickly moved it away, propping his face with his hands on the desk. Was he embarrassed?

 You couldn’t tell because in that moment the door opened and three men entered.

You recognized only one of them - your future ex husband, who darted a poisonous look at you before taking a seat at the opposite side of the table. His characteristic pout was twisted in an annoyed expression as he signaled his lawyer to sit beside him.

In the middle, the state mediator sit at the end of the table and the mediation officially started.

Well, mediation.

That was the pretty way to call it, because there was no possibility the two of you could sign an agreement on something. The loud arguments from Jin and from Yoongi’s lawyer, whose name was Kim Namjoon, filled the room with eventual interruptions from the mediator that repeated the word ‘Order’ like a mantra.

Your husband wanted more than the half of your actions in the company, the car he had gifted you for one of your birthdays and specially the house. Your house. The one your parents bought as a wedding present.

“Wait a minute,” Yoongi said, “You’re telling me that you need all that house for yourself?”

 “It’s my house. You can keep the department from downtown.” you answered. He was about to complain when a mocking smirk spread on your lips and you added, “or you can always stay with your lover, that’s cheaper.”

 “Funny, at least she knows how to suck it.”

 “HEY!” Jin snapped, pointing his finger at him “Don’t speak to her like that.”

 “ORDER!”  

 All the faces turned to the mediator’s direction, who rubbed his hands against his face and sighed. “We shall take the mediation to second instance, starting next week. I suggest the attorneys to have a private meeting before the date.”

 You were no longer nervous, you were furious. Who did he think he was? All the wealth he had until that moment was because of your family. You didn’t want another stupid mediation. You wanted to sink him. Swipe that manly proud smirk from his face as he talked about his lover being better than you.

 It was Nara’s idea to relax and have a few drinks. But when you got to the bar, the hot air, people kissing against the wall and her comments didn’t calm you down at all.

 “I knew he was a snake from the beginning, you just didn’t listen.” she said, fixing her eyes on the tiny glasses in front of the both of you.

 “The only ones I’m planning to listen tonight are Mr. Tequila and Mrs. Vodka.” You licked the salt from your hand and downed your tequila shot, “Fuckin’ jerk” you agressively bit the lime like it was his neck.   Your best friend nodded in agreement, “Amen.” she downed her own shot and asked the bartender for another two.

♣

Kim Seokjin was a successful lawyer at his young age. He came from a family of lawyers so the fact that he graduated as the best student of his year, made sense. He now was part of his father’s firm and he had worked hard enough to be able to choose his own cases and celebrate his own victories.

He arrived at his apartment that night, tired and hungry. He loosed the tie around his neck and took it off, tossing it on the sofa as he made his way to the kitchen. He was single and as the workaholic he was, his fridge was almost empty and he ended up ordering some pizza- which he ate while saving some files on his laptop.

 His eyes met your files; his fingers running through the pages while reading the same lines for what it felt like the tenth time.  He was disappointed with himself - his brain tried to imagine different scenarios of what could had happened that noon at the mediation room if he behaved different.  He had to build another strategy to get what you wanted, and he had to plan it fast.  Seokjin shook his head and undressed, finally walking to the bathroom and soon into the shower.

 Clean, awake and with a coffee beside him, he sat on his desk and opened his laptop again. He needed a new plan and he needed it tonight, he wouldn’t sleep peacefully knowing that he could fail and lose a case.

Hours later, his phone rang. He squinted his eyes at the clock on the corner of his screen - it was 4.21 AM. When the phone met his ear, the only thing he could hear was a heavy breathing. He frowned, and hang up before placing his phone beside him again and continue typing on the keyboard. However, minutes later the phone rang again.

“Why did you hung up on me?”    It was your voice, even though he could tell it was not it’s normal tone. It sounded breathy and you spoke like you were in slow motion. He took a sip from his coffee, “Miss Y/L/N? Are you alright?”

 “Mmmm, Miss Y/L/N. I’d love to hear you say Miss Y/L/N while I’m riding your cock.”

 He choked on his drink and droplets of coffee covered his keyboard. “What?”

 You giggled but didn’t answer.  You were drunk, that was the only explanation Seokjin could think of. And you were not the joker kind of drunk. “You should get some rest, Mis-”

 “Call me Y/N.”

 “You should get some rest, Y/N”.

 “It sounds sooooooooo hot, when you say it.”

  “I’m going to hung up.”

 “Don’t you want me?” your voice broke, as if you were about to cry. He didn’t want to hear you cry, and he was the one breathing heavily now. After his silence, you spoke again “I’m so tight I can’t take more than one finger.”

 Jin squeezed his eyes shut and pressed “end”. He turned the device off and tossed it on the wooden desk again. His sweaty fingers ran through his hair and he tried to steady his breathing, taking deep sips of air and releasing it slowly.  

You were touching yourself. You were touching yourself while you talked to him on the phone.

His sight fell to the bulge inside his pants.

“Oh c’mon Jin. She’s your client,” He almost cried, “and you’re a professional Jin. A professional.”

 His erection pressed against the fabric and he whimpered, licking his plump lips before tracing a line on his length with the tip of one finger. “Fuck.”

There was no way he could continue working like that.

 It took a moment for him to tilt his head to a side and slip his hand inside his pants. The image of you mumbling against your phone wearing your pencil skirt was enough for him.  He stroked the tip of his cock, adding the perfect amount of pressure. His jaw fell when he massaged all the way down and then back up in a slow movement.

 The laptop’s screen showed your name on the file, a name that escaped from his lips followed by a groan. He rolled his pants down to his knees and pressed his back against the chair, moving his hand faster - hypnotized by the friction it created.

 Seokjin ran his tongue on his palm, easing the movements on his dick with his own saliva.

 Would you still be playing with your fingers?

 His thumb swiped over his slit, spreading his precum in circular motions just like he imagined you were doing with your clit.

 He moaned when his hips instinctively thrusted upwards, slippery sounds filling the silent room as his abs tensed under his t-shirt and his eyes struggled to stay open.

 He was so close he wished you could be there to watch him: the sweaty hair on his forehead, his trembling body and his flushed cheeks while Jin came on his hand, the hot substance covering his skin and clothes.

 This was wrong.

 This was all kinds of wrong.

 Those words repeated on his head when four days later he entered your office at the company this time. It smelled like you and even though it was small, you had just a few minimal pieces of furniture which made it spacious.

 He was the one that called you, something it was difficult for him to do after the other night. You acted like nothing happened, or maybe you were so drunk you didn’t remember. Whatever the reason was: It was better that way.

After taking a sit in front of your desk, he opened his briefcase and took the file out of it.

“So, Miss Y/L/N. I’ve been working on a new strategy that could save time and will actually benefit you economically speaking. We just need physical evidence.”

“Evidence… for what?” You leaned back on your seat, playing with a pen between your fingers.

“Evidence that proves that your husband committed adultery. The cheating. Can be used against him, he wouldn’t be able to fight your requests even if he wanted to.”

You laughed, “Well, they’re not what it’s called discreet so you can choose as many evidence as you like. Credit cards, cameras, witnesses, messages.”

 “Are you comfortable with that?” He frowned. Min Yoongi was after all your husband, and you were talking about videos of him with another woman.

 “Nothing about this is comfortable. I just want this to end. What will happen next?”

 “I’m meeting Mr. Min’s attorney today and the new mediation is in two days.”

 “I’ll leave it in your hands.” You nodded, “I’ll hand you my own evidence before today’s meeting.”

He smiled. “Sure.”

 After notifying you, his client, the next steps to follow - he was supposed to stand up, leave you alone and let you focus on your own work. You were one of the owners of that building, he guessed you had many things to do.

 But instead, he remained frozen on his seat. His lips parted, a question burning on his tongue as his eyes tracing an imaginary line from your eyes to your mouth.

You’re a professional, Kim Seokjin.

Your brows knitted, “Seokjin, are you alright? You’re sweating.”

He was sweating? He rubbed his hand on his forehead under his bangs and realized it was wet. Embarrassed, he stood on his feet and took this briefcase while rushing towards the door. “I’m good, it’s just.. the tie is too tight.”

The tie is too tight? Did that make sense?

 You watched him disappear behind the door with shocked eyes. He had been nervous the entire time and you assumed it had something to do with the other night, because yes - you were drunk. But not that drunk.

You remembered taking his business card with his number from your kitchen’s table as soon as you arrived home from that bar. How confused he sounded on the other end of the line.

 But like you, he didn’t mention it. Maybe it was better that way.

 Next time you saw him was in the state office again, he looked as his usual self. His navy blue suit fit him perfectly as you followed him to the same white room you used last time.

 Like a deja Vu, you were sitting alone in front of that long table - Yoongi didn’t know what punctuality meant.

“Are you certain this is going to work?” You asked, reading the papers your lawyer had written.

“It’s up to them. It would be a… not very clever decision if they take this to a court. Kim Namjoon knows that, he’s a lawyer - he wants to win as much as I do.”

“You lawyers are so weird.”

He giggled. “No we’re not.” Jin faced you, showing off his smile, which you returned. “I just want your husband to pay.”

“To pay?”

“No man should do what he did to you.”

You could almost touch the indignation in his voice while his smile faded and his eyes stared into yours. You didn’t know what to answer, this was not how he normally spoke to you. The air inside that white room felt tense and your leg started shaking again, in that nervous tic you had since you were little.

 Like the last time, his hand on your knee stopped your movement - but this time his hand stayed, as he caressed your skin with his thumb drawing soft circles.

“Do you remember calling me the other night?” He blurted out.

 You were about to answer when the door opened.

 Yoongi, his lawyer and the mediator stepped in and soon enough they were sitting in the exact same spots they were last time.

 Jin’s hand left your knee but you could still feel its warmth the moment the mediator stated that they could begin.

 Thanks to the previous meeting between Jin and Namjoon, your husband already knew about your latest strategy, and you could see it in his face. His arms were folded on his chest and he didn’t speak at loud, he only whispered things into his lawyer’s ear.

 It seemed to work, you finally agreed on your car, the apartment downtown and even your house, that it would still be yours for a long time. 

 But when it came to the company, Yoongi’s stare darkened and you watched Kim Namjoon hand a folder to the mediator at the end of the table.

 The old man squinted his eyes at the document, taking his time in reading all of it.  You glanced at Seokjin, that darted a confused look at him and waited for his final statement.

 Your leg started shaking again when the man spoke: “This file is Mr. Min’s petition for a third mediation instance with the presence of a neutral accountant that will guarantee the transparency in the process. It’s Miss Y/L/N choice to accept this petition or not.”

 The man glanced at your lawyer and you did the same.

“May I speak privately with my client for a minute?”

 The mediator nodded and the both of you stood up and made your way to the door. Once outside, you snapped, “What the hell is he doing?”

“Buying time. They know they’ll lose if we present charges on his infidelitty,” Jin placed his hands on his lips and shrugged, “It’s your decision, we still have the winner card. If we go to court you’ll probably get more money,  but I’m warning you - it will take a longer time. If we agree on a third instance, you may have your divorce papers signed by next week but less money.” Your lips pressed into a thin line. Buying time for what?

When you entered again, Yoongi’s gaze was glued to your figure as you returned to your seat and nodded to Jin.

“My client decided to finish the conflict on court.  There will be no third mediation.”

“YOU SLUT!” Yoongi spitted the words like poison, his features twisted in anger as Namjoon grabbed his arm in his attempt to make him stay in his place.

You could not even hear what the mediator said because your lawyer stood up from his seat one more time and rushed to the door, leaving you behind.

You frowned, quickly following him.

 He had exited the building when you finally reached his shoulder with your hand and he had no other escape but to turn around and face you.

 “Seokjin, what is it? What was that?”

He raised his hands to the back of his head, “I want to punch your husband in the face.”

“What?”

“I want to punch that jerk in the fuckin’ face if he calls you slut again!”

The two of you were standing on the street, and the sky was getting dark. It was not your lawyer there in front of you - right then it was just a pissed off Kim Seokjin.

 He couldn’t understand himself why his blood boiled every time he looked at Yoongi’s face. Maybe it was because he had seen the videos you handed to him as evidence - how the bastard cheated on a woman like you. Or maybe because Yoongi had known you in ways he was not allowed to.

 “I do.” You said.

 “You do?”

 “I remember calling you that night. I remember everything.”

If his father and boss, could watch what he was about to do - he would get fired and lose his licence. In that exact moment when he grabbed your hand and pulled you against his body, he didn’t care.

Something broke inside of him that night. You broke something in him that night.

His skin burned as if he had some kind of fever when his lips slammed against yours. You kissed him back instantly - you had wanted to taste his plump lips since that first meeting you saw him in his black suit and you were not going to miss the chance.

It was not a sweet kiss that you would expect to see in public, it was a desperate one in which his hands buried in your hair as his tongue explored into your mouth.

Like that, your crush, turned into something else that you knew it was wrong.

He knew that as well, he had known that from the beginning.

That night, alone at his apartment the kiss played on his mind like some kind of cliche movie. He could swear that the taste of your lip balm was still on his tongue.

You’re a professional, Jin.

He repeated that sentence all the time while his fingers were typing on the keyboard of his laptop. After the kiss he could only do one thing and one thing only.

Miss Y/L/N.

 I am writing this e-mail as an informal resignation letter. You will be receiving a formal and legal copy soon.

You will have your money back before the end of the month, since I have not fulfilled the task you have trusted me as your lawyer.

I am really sorry, but it’s my professional recommendation that you continue the legal process with a different attorney. It will benefit the both of us.

It was my pleasure, Y/N.

Kim Seokjin.

♣

You read the letter at loud, emphasizing the words resignation and benefit. Once you finished, you turned the letter into a ball of paper and tossed it into the trash can.  “Bullshit.”

Jin glared at you from his desk and sighed. “I’ve made my decision.”

That could be the last time you were on his office. The last time you would be able to see him, in fact. He was wearing a dark grey suit that contrasted with his white shirt, but he had no tie around his neck that day.

“You’ve made your decision!? What about me?”

He stood, taking quick steps towards the door and closing it. “Do you know what I did that night? The night you called?”

You shook your head and watched him get closer, lowering his voice enough for only you to hear: “I jerked off. I covered my hand with cum. Does that sound like a normal client-lawyer relationship to you?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be normal.”

“I like my job.”

“Then stay as my lawyer. I don’t want my money back. I want you.”

You were absolutely sure about three things.

One: You wanted to divorce Min Yoongi. Two: You wanted half of the money and actions shared. Three: You wanted your lawyer Kim Seokjin, in ways you shouldn’t.

And that morning at his office, you knew he wanted you in the same way.

You brushed your lips softly against his and you smiled into the kiss when you felt his quick response, groaning at himself for giving up so easily.

He changed the angle of his head, adding more pressure against your mouth and gently catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Let's… the chair…” you tried to speak.

He pulled away and frowned, “What?”

You massaged the back of his neck and leaned closer to his ear, “I wanted to ride your cock, remember?” you whispered.

 His eyes sparkled like a Christmas tree.  Jin checked the door and locked it, before dragging his chair from behind his desk and taking a seat. He took the jacket of his suit off and tossed it to the floor as you unzipped your skirt.

 You stood with your back facing him while you slowly rolled your skirt down, moving your ass to the sides in the process.

“Oh God.” he breathed, his eyes were glued to your butt inside the black underwear.

“Don’t you want me?”

You kept quoting that sinful phone call, and just the thought about that night made his erection pulse in his pants.

“Come here and see how much I want you.”

Visual stimulation, like Nara said. He certainly was: His shirt was slightly opened, the smooth skin of his chest popping against the fabric. His fingers were trying to get rid of his belt while the bulge in his pants grew a little more every second.

And his face. You couldn’t have imagined that face before, the satisfied smile that spread on his lips as you kneeled between his legs and teasingly caressed his inner thighs.

Your mouth hovered over his visible length under the clothes, planting playful kisses on it while your eyes were fixed on Jin - watching you from above with with his mouth forming an O shape.

 He helped you take his belt off before your fingers hooked on the waistband of his suit pants and boxers and pulled them down together.

 His cock sprung free and he whimpered, waiting for your attention as it twitched under your gaze, “Please suck me.” He groaned.

 His breath hitched when you ran your lips all the way from his balls to the tip and then did the same with your tongue. Your head moved side to side while you cupped his balls in your hands  gently massaging them, barely hearing when his breathy voice whispered “Fuck.”

“Mr. Kim your father is on line five.”

His secretary’s voiced spoke from the phone on the table. He tensed, quickly grabbing you by your hair “Stop, I have to take the call.”

“Please do.”

Your eyes looked up to him, that tried to sound as serious as possible when he said “Father,” and listened carefully to the phone.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so eager for a man - in fact you had never been with other man except from Yoongi for years. So, when your gaze fell on the reddened tip of his cock again, you didn’t care the fact that he was on the phone. You closed your lips around it.

The warmness of your mouth on his sensitive skin almost made him moan as he tilted his head back and pressed the phone against his ear, “Y-es Dad.”

You swirled your tongue around the head before sliding it all the way into your mouth in a painful slow movement

 His free hand grabbed your hair and pushed you down on his cock even deeper - his hips jumped from the seat when he felt you choking at the back of your throat. “I'm… I’m working on Miss Y/L/N’s case right now.”

 After a long lick you took him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down his shaft and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked.

 He covered the microphone pressing it against his chest when a loud moan escaped from his lips, “You’re so good, don’t stop.”

 Once he was be able to talk again, he moved the phone to his ear and said, “Sorry dad, I’m busy….. Yes I know what I said, I just changed my mind….” He bit his lip when he saw you spit on his cock and stroke it with your hand, “I think I should finish what I started, dad.”

 Your hand moved faster on him and his eyes pressed shut when he arched his back towards you, “FUCK! Yes!”

 His eyeballs stared at the ceiling in panic as he heard his dad ask “Jin, what the hell is going on?”

 Waves of electricity ran through his body and he thought he was about to cum with his father and what was worst: boss, on the phone - but then your hand stopped.

 “Nothing, I was just playing some game.”  he breathed, as the other end of the line answered, “I don’t know how many times I told you not to play games at work, son.”

 “I know.”

 The man kept talking, but his eyes were on you taking off your blouse and giving him and exquisite view of your breasts in that black bra.

 “Dad, I’ll call you later ok?”

 And that was how, the professional Kim Seokjin - best of his class and successful lawyer, asked his client to sit on his lap and buried his head in her breasts.

He unclasped your bra expertly and you moaned when his full lips closed around your nipple. Your hips rolled back and forth, rubbing your clit against his cock. He hummed, feeling how wet you were - sending vibrations to your hard nipple which he let go with a plop sound.

 “Take your shirt off and fuck me.” You pleaded.

His tongue moved in circles around the other nipple as his fingers battled with the buttons of the white shirt. The cloth fell to the floor and your hands instinctively explored his chest, moaning in approval.

 His hand travelled between your bodies instead, tracing a line along your slit with his finger before aligning the tip of his member with your entrance.

“Ride me, Miss Y/L/N.”

 You could have cum just because of the sound of his voice. After getting rid of your underwear, you slowly lowered yourself, feeling his cock enter you inch by inch until you were completely full.

 “You’re so fuckin’ tight.” he groaned, burying his fingers in your ass as you started moving up and down.

Being inside of you was way better than his hand, he could not even keep his eyes opened as your walls wrapped him so tightly. You fastened your pace as you got used to his size, lowering your head to kiss him in the most sloppy and messy way.

 His hands in your ass stopped you, and you found yourself fascinated by how his soft abs tensed each time he thrusted upwards into you. Your skin burned every time his pelvis slammed against your ass and your fingers digged on his shoulders trying to keep you balanced.

 He brushed your clit in circles with his own, so fast you could see the muscles of his arm grow because of the effort.

 The friction was way too much and your body shook as waves of pleasure filled your senses, warning you how close of your edge you were. You wanted to cum and he guessed the same, his cock moving in and out harder and his fingers never leaving your sensitive nub.

 Your walls clenched around him with a loud moan escaping from the both of you. He cupped your face with his hands and shushed you with his lips, as you rode your high with him inside of you. “Get on your knees.” He mumbled.

You stepped away from him, his cock coated in your juices and falling on his stomach.

 When you got on your knees in front of him, he stood on his feet - pumping his length fast as he couldn’t wait for his orgasm anymore. “Open your mouth.”

 You did, sticking your tongue out just before shots of his cum filled your mouth and splattered onto your face, as he moaned quietly. You swallowed the salty liquid under his gaze and a smug smirk spread on his lips. “I wish that idiot you call husband could saw you covered in my cum like this. So hot.”

♣ Seokjin thought exactly the same he did that morning on his office, when he saw Min Yoongi on court many weeks later.

There was not much for him to do, you sue him for adultery and provided the evidence - the only thing left was the judge’s decision and then finally the divorce.

 You stood there beside Jin, expectantly waiting for the old woman to give her verdict as she read your company’s file. His hand looked for yours under the table, intertwining your fingers with his and giving you a reassuring squeeze.

You glanced at Yoongi, staring at the both of you with hate burning in his eyes as the judge announced that the sixty-eight percent of the actions now belonged only to you.

You hugged your lawyer - now lover - and secretly placed a little kiss on his neck.

Once the divorce was signed in front of the judge, you were a free woman walking out of court.

You found your ex husband on the hallway, yelling at his attorney Namjoon. You felt sad for him, he was not a bad lawyer - your ex was just an idiot. You showed off a mocking smirk and walked past them, ignoring Yoongi’s screams: “You are very happy now right BITCH?!”

 Seokjin found the perfect opportunity to do something better than punch him in the face. Maybe even more painful.  He buried his hands in the pockets of his black suit and walked towards Yoongi. The man frowned, glaring at him when he leaned closer to his ear and whispered:

“She will be even happier with my cock inside of her tonight, and no annoying husband around.”

 With a proud grin on his face, Kim Seokjin turned around and followed you towards the building’s exit.

 “You are not allowed to do that!” Min Yoongi yelled.

 The lawyer waved his hand and without even facing him he yelled back, “Watch me!”

[badbtsimagines]

imagine your husband seokjim

wow the imagines are getting weaker and weaker and im scared to know why

[bangtan-madi]

This is like...the most delicious and unexpected surprise? Astrology and Bangtan, always my weakness 👀 And I am SO down for any and all escapades 😈💖

Astrology Series  ♡ NSFW Mars Sign: How they are in bed, turn-ons, turn-offs + kinks

A/N: Today may I deliver some NSFW Astrology analysis. I’m working on something so I thought of leaving this here for you. Please bear in mind that these are just assumptions and are in no way to be taken as the mere truth since these are based off of their birth charts and astrology in no way defines a person or their value. 

Warnings: NSFW content. It has sexual content. Kinks. Sub/Dom themes. Impregnation. 

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