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met him last night | ksj (m) pt. 2

➥ PAIRING: seokjin x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: You’ve worked in the office with Kim Seokjin for quite some time but you never really pay attention to him. He’s basically your stereotypical introverted nerd with complimentary glasses decorating his eyes and sweater vests clinging to his torso. Coincidentally, you bump into him outside of work. You’re in for the shock of your life when you find some stuff out about him.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ plot twist ⋆ porn with plot

➥ CATEGORY: two-shot

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, bigdick!seokjin is real, protected sex, couch sex, praise kink, oral sex (rec m & f), face fucking, fingerfucking, cumshot on tits, cumshot on ass, little plottwist, doggy style, pinning arms back, cocky!seokjin, denied orgasm, missionary, minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 6.5k

a/n: ughhh i can’t believe its finally done! part 2 (and final part) to mhln !!! not betaread or anything so ignore any mistakes plsss hope u like it <3333 tell me ur thoughts <3

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You quickly straighten your back up, trying to hide your nerves with your eyes still glued to him, intently watching as he makes his way over to you. You lean back into your sofa, glancing up at him as he places his knee next to your thigh and his hand next to your head against the backrest of your sofa.

His other hand moves forward to tilt your chin up, his thumb gently caressing your jaw. “It’s a shame, truly,” he mumbles as he uses his thumb to start wiping off whatever is left of your lipgloss, bringing his gloss-covered thumb to his lips to lick it clean.

Your brows pinch together at his words. You swallow, an attempt at drowning out your nerves before asking, “What is?”

Silence settles around you for a few seconds before he decides to speak again.

“That I’ll ruin your pretty makeup.”

Those are the last words that leave his mouth before he hunches over you and presses his plump lips to yours. The finger that was previously on your chin travels down your jaw to your neck, gently wrapping his hand around your throat to pull your face closer to his.

You’re just about to return the kiss when he abruptly pulls back, face still a centimeter away from yours as he glances down at your lips. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbles before plopping down on the couch next to you and tugs you to him by your waist, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you hike your skirt up to lunge at him, throwing your thigh over his and climbing onto his lap. He sinks further into your couch and shifts his gaze up to your face, plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his hands tightly grip onto your hips.

He lets your hands roam his chest, letting you feel every dip and muscle as you look down at him through hooded eyelids, hands moving up to cup his face. Your face closes in on his, your lips softly pressing against his pillowy ones in a heated kiss.

His hands tighten their grip on your hips, fingers sinking into the fabric of your skirt which makes you yelp against his mouth. It gives him the chance to lick into your mouth and he does.

He tastes like tomato sauce and basil.

You wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him even closer, your breasts pressed flat into his chest.

His hands slide down the sides of your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. His tongue dances around yours, head tilting to the side to close whatever distance was still in between you two.

Your hips involuntarily jolt and grind into his groin, a soft moan sliding up the back of your throat at the friction. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, his own hips bucking up into your core, returning the favor.

His erection hardens under your sex and your mouth salivates at the thought of his massive dick, you want to taste him. You want to taste him real bad.

You pull away from his lips with a deep inhale and say, “Fuck, I want to suck you off.”

His eyes shift up to stare into yours, an unreadable expression on his features. You can’t help but glance down at his swollen lips as you await his response, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of your panties sticking to your sex.

“Not beating around the bush anymore, hm?” A cocky grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he sinks even further into your couch, adjusting his hips in his seat to help you slide off his lap.

You get onto your knees in front of him, the cold tiles sending a shiver up your spine. You slowly travel your hands up his leg, softly squeezing his soft skin when your hands arrive at his thighs.

“Pull me out.”

The words leave his mouth filled with so much arrogance that you can’t help but reach for his belt straight away, unbuckling it with a quickness. Your eyes travel up his figure, glancing up at him through your pretty lashes but he’s already staring back at you, hand reaching up and resting on top of your head.

He lifts his hips off the couch to help you slide his pants down and he instantly palms himself through his boxers, his other hand moving down your face to tilt your chin up. “You’re so pretty.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip at his compliment, creating a tightness in your stomach and a squeeze in your core, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.

You tuck your fingers under the hem of his boxers and slowly tug them down, watching in anticipation as his dick springs free from under the hem.

What the fuck?

Your eyes widen as you stare at his erection, it’s still hardening and it’s already bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before. Big veins trail down his dark shaft, the head of his dick begging for attention.

A chuckle makes his chest rumble when he sees your reaction. His hand wraps around the base of his shaft, causing him to hiss at the touch, a soft grunt pushing past his lips. Your eyes shift to the precum leaking from his tip and you almost drool all over his slacks.

“How the fuck is that supposed to fit literally anywhere?” you grumble, eyes glancing up at him for the first time since seeing his dick and he’s just got a smug smirk sitting on his gorgeous lips.

“You can take it,” he quips, “can’t you?”

Oh.

Well, now you want to do just that.

He places his other hand on your cranium as he moves the tip of his dick across your lips, smearing them full of his precum. You continue to stare at him, never once breaking eye contact, giving him the best doe-eyes you can muster.

“Just tap me twice if it becomes too much,” he adds, a sincere look in his eyes. You nod to his words, placing your hands on his thighs as you mentally prepare yourself to have destroyed vocal cords tomorrow morning.

“Now, stop looking at me with those innocent eyes and open up that pretty mouth like a good girl.”

You don’t hesitate for a second after hearing his words, parting your lips to take him into your mouth almost immediately after. You lower your head, wrapping your lips around the head and you gently start sucking on it. The hiss leaving his mouth tells you that he enjoys that, making you push your tongue flat against his slit and swirl it around to collect his salty precum on your tastebuds.

His hand tenses on top of your head and his hips unexpectedly buck up, making you gag. You keep his dick in your mouth but glare up at him, just in time to see him give you a sheepish, apologetic smile. You grunt as you lower your head again, your saliva rolling down his shaft as you try to take as much as you can of him into your mouth.

“Holy shit,” whispers Seokjin, hand delicately stroking your hair.

You grab onto the base of his dick with both hands and let your saliva roll down your fingers to lube them up enough to pump the part you can’t reach. You begin to take more of him into your mouth but you haven’t even made it halfway down before the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he moans, his head rolling back onto the backrest of your coach, his chest dramatically rising and falling as he chases his breath.

You hum in response, watching how his hips are tensing and twitching, trying not to thrust up into your mouth. You slowly pull him out, a string of your saliva still connecting to his dick as you continue to jack him off. “I’ll let you fuck my mouth but if I tap twice, you have to stop, okay?”

His eyes shoot open at the offer and he whispers a low swear word before he nods and gets up onto his feet. He slings his suit jacket off, throwing it somewhere on your couch as you get onto your feet, hiking your skirt up so you can bend at the knees and squat in front of him since your knees were already starting to hurt.

He moves to stand in between your spread thighs, hands making their way back to your head as he slowly guides his dick back into your mouth. You move your hands up his bare legs, digging your nails into his warm skin as he starts thrusting into your warm, wet mouth.

You try to blink back your tears but it doesn’t help, every small thrust hits the back of your throat and you’re seconds away from suffocating. The tears start spilling out of your eyes but you refuse to stop him, the way he’s thrusting into your mouth with his head thrown back and soft moans leaving his lips is making you want to keep going, be the reason for his pleasure.

“Fuck, can I cum on your tits?” he asks in between moans, his thrusts getting even rougher. You finally tap his thigh twice and he immediately slides out of your mouth, reaching for your chin to make you tilt your head up at him. He scans your face with a concern frown but you simply slap his hand away.

Your hand reaches up as you start unbuttoning your silk shirt, successfully taking it off, tossing it aside and unclasping your bra all in a few seconds.

He doesn’t have to fucking ask twice.

He grunts, fingers coming back to hold your chin in place to look at him. Your makeup has undoubtedly smudged all over your face but you don’t care, not when Seokjin is looking at you as if you’re the most beautiful being he has ever laid his eyes upon.

He continues to pump himself with his other habd, chasing his own release. You slowly move back toward the couch, sprawling yourself out on the edge of the couch’s cushions and pulling Seokjin forwards to stand in between your spread thighs. You lean your upper back against the couch, allowing gravity to work for you as you reach up to his dick and take it from him, aiming the tip at your chest.

Your eyes travel up to meet his gaze as you start pumping him, watching as he stares you down with such overwhelming lust that it’s got your useless panties no longer acting as a barrier because you’re pretty sure you’ve started leaking through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he pauses after a deep inhale, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

An involuntary moan escapes your lips at the praise but your hands keep going, wanting nothing more than for him to cum all over your breasts.

“You’re pretty too,” you say with a sheepish smile, still looking up at him with your pretty eyes.

“I know,” he moans and the sight makes you giggle. At least he’s funny.

His dick twitches in your hand and before you know it, white ropes of his warm cum start coating your chest and nipples. He moans several swear words as he cums all over your breasts, his eyes taking in the sight and committing it to memory.

You’re upper body is sprawled on the couch cushions, tits covered in saliva and cum, makeup running down your face, hair fucked up.

You blink up at him with hooded eyes as your hands finally come to a stop, still gripping the base of his shaft.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he grunts, still chasing his breath as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The Devil starts tugging on the corner of your lips, making you smirk. “Like what?”

“Like you want me to destroy you.”

You’re once again slapped in the face by his blunt words but you can’t help but want him to go through with that statement.

“But I do,” you reply, bringing up the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the saliva, or at least some of it.

“Yeah, I bet,” he mumbles as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and runs his hand through his hair, messing it up in the process.

He hunches over and pulls you up onto your feet, tugging your skirt down your hips without any obstacles and tossing it aside aggressively. He takes a seat on the couch and spreads his legs wide apart before tugging you toward him to sit in between his legs.

You move to tug off your panties but he stops you, just patting the spot in between his thighs, motioning for you to turn around. You blink at him for a moment before you place your ass right in between his thighs and lean your back into his chest like he wants you to.

His hand trails down your waist to your thigh, awakening the thousands of goosebumps underneath the upperlayer of your skin. He taps your skin gently, mumbling something about spreading for him and you comply.

He uses his other hand to hold your leg apart from the other by placing his hand under the back of your knee and pulling it up while his other hand slowly starts rubbing circles onto your clothed pussy.

You sigh at the friction, finally getting some attention and a soft moan escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you got that wet from sucking me off?” His voice rings in your ear and his proximity almost makes you dizzy, it’s the only explanation for the room that seems to be spinning around you. His words too, because they’re true. The kissing turned you on but letting him use your mouth left you dripping with arousal.

You hum in response as your hips start to roll into his hand, your eyes trailing down to your chest that’s still covered in his cum.

“Leave it like that, you look so pretty.” He must’ve noticed the way you were eyeing his load on your chest but you quickly nod, assuring him you were in no hurry to get rid of it.

He slowly peels your panties off your pussy, noticing the way they stick to your folds. He hums in delight as he pushes your underwear to the side. Your gaze shifts downwards and you intently watch as he effortlessly slides his fingers in between your folds, his fingers already soaked with your slick.

He pulls his fingers back, wanting a glimpse of his fingers covered in your slick. “Fuck,” whispers Seokjin.

You lean your head back into the crook of his neck as you moan softly, chest rising and falling dramatically. His lips leave soft kisses on the side of your neck as his fingers rub your clit, down to your slit, down to your hole to gently tease it.

You’re going to need all the preparation you can get because his dick will undoubtedly make you feel like you’re having sex for the first time all over again.

You impatiently rut your hips into his fingers but he just chuckles, gathering your slick onto his fingers and smearing it all over your sex.

“You’re so impatient, pretty.” His beautiful voice feels like it’s being ladled into your ear by a cloud yet his tone is coated in mockery.

You merely grunt in response before actually using your words. You grumble, “Put them in.”

A hoarse laugh pushes past his lips before he slides his middle and ring finger into your pussy, curling them right away. He watches you with a twisted smirk on his lips as you start writhing on him, bucking your hips the moment his fingertips graze your g-spot.

He shushes you quietly as he begins to fuck his fingers into you, slamming his palm against your clit and doing so at an angle that causes the disgusting gushing sound of your wet pussy to ring in your ears.

You shake your head, you plead, you cry, you do anything to let him know you want to cum, right now, right here on his fingers.

“Listen to that,” he mumbles, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he continues to curl his fingers every now and then. He watches you from the corner of his eyes, thoroughly enjoying how he’s got you writhing for him. “I need a taste.”

That’s all he says before hoisting you off of him and tossing you beside him, onto your couch. A gasp leaves your throat at the sudden strength he uses to do that and the way he drags you to the edge of the cushions, legs spread for him.

He settles on his knees in between your thighs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy in front of him. “Would you look at that?” he whispers, using his fingers to spread your folds for him.

Fortunately, he wastes no time and lowers his mouth onto your sex, tongue pressed flat against it as he licks up all of your arousal – that he’s the sole cause of.

A pathetic whimper slides up the back of your throat, legs jerking and body squirming under him but he simply chuckles. “I haven’t even done anything, look at you squirming.”

But then, his smile is nowhere to be seen and he’s got a black expression on his beautiful face. “Stay still,” he demands, his voice low and his eyes fixed on your pussy.

Your hips are restrained by his hands, holding you down against the couch as his tongue goes on a rampage against your poor clit. You cry and mewl under him, thighs shaking and fingers gripping at the pillows decorating your couch.

“Fuck,” you moan once he shoves his tongue into you, nose bumping against your clit and teasing you further while he fucks his wet muscle into you.

All you can do is moan and cry his name, fingers tugging at his perfectly styled hair but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“This pussy,” he mumbles as he shakes his head. “Might never get enough of it.” He dives right back in, mouth completely and aggressively devouring you as if he didn’t just have a meal.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you sniff, hips jerking and thighs clenching but he continues to hold you down, not allowing you to escape his grasp. Your warning words only seem to encourage him as he completely sucks you for what you’re worth.

His precision and movements never falter, continuously stimulating your clit. “You’re already making me hard again,” he says matter-of-factly once he pulls back from your pussy. You think he’s edging you but that thought gets thrown out the window when he suddenly hooks his hands around the back of your thighs and shoves your legs toward you, pressed against your torso to spread you out even more for him.

If this pose isn’t embarrassing enough, him staring down at your pussy like this would certainly be enough to make you anxious.

“What?” you ask quietly as you glance down at him, your chest still in- and deflating from all that pleasure you received just now.

He glances up into your eyes for a few seconds with an unreadable look in his eyes before shifting his eyes back down to your sex, so spread and so exposed for him. “Just admiring your pussy. Can’t I?”

Your teeth roughly bite down on your bottom lip, eyes still watching his every move in anticipation.

But then he simply chuckles to himself before closing in on your pussy again and licking, sucking, making out with your nether regions as if he hasn’t eaten in days. Holy shit, he’s fucking good.

Ugh, why would anyone want to ditch him?

You almost flinch when he exhales slightly, something you’d describe as a quick chuckle. His breath drapes all over your pussy, making you glance down at him but he’s already staring at you.

“Why, thank you.” He rises to his feet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and ditches the rest of his clothes. “But I was never stood up.”

Your brows pinch together. What is he talking about?

Hold on.

Did you actually say that outloud? Fuck. You goofy bitch!

“What do you mean, you were never stood up?” you mumble as you watch him rip a condom package with his teeth and slowly roll the condom onto his massive dick, giving it a few test tugs.

“Yeah, I lied,” he says nonchalantly as he pulls your leg up and slings it over his shoulder, pulling you to the edge of the couch whilst he stays kneeling on the floor in front of you.

“You lied? How did you lie? I saw you there, sitting by yourself…”

“Yeah, about that...” He slowly starts to push in, making sure to watch your face for any sign of regret or un-readiness.

But you simply squeeze your eyes shut at the burn, he’s inhumanely big and you’re already seeing celestial bodies on the back of your eyelids from how tightly you’re squeezing your eyes shut but he’s being very careful, clearly experienced in this regard.

Did he decide to spring that bullshit on you whilst pushing into you so you’d forget about it?

Well, it’s working. What the fuck?

You can’t help it, your teeth are digging into your bottom lip and your eyes are finally open once he bottoms out. Your walls are burning from the stretch, clearly not very welcoming in these few moments. A few of his hair strands are sticking to his forehead from the sweat but he never loses concentration of going slow and steady.

“You okay?” he whispers, gently rubbing your clit in hopes of helping you relax.

“Ye… Yeah, I think,” you whisper in response, mind clouded. You can’t think about anything else right now.

He slowly nods his head. “You’re going to squeeze my fucking dick off, doll. Relax for me,” he whispers as he reaches over to smooth out the scrunch in your brows with his thumb.

Damn, he’s so damn sexy. You really don’t know him at all.

“Well, clearly I’ve never had something that big shoved in there,” you snark, struggling a little as you do your best to just relax but of course, it’s easier said than done.

“I’ve never fucked anything this tight either,” he chuckles as he leans a bit closer into you, still fully shoved into you, yet not moving. “Let me kiss you.”

You stare into his big brown eyes, your own eyes dropping down to his lips before trailing back up to his eyes.

“Just breathe. You can take it, princess. Look at you, you look so pretty under me.” He leans further down until he’s pressed his lips against yours and if this is him trying to get your mind off of getting split in half by his dick, it’s working.

Because kissing Seokjin is otherworldly. His lips are so plump and pillowy, you could kiss him for fucking hours. You wonder what his lips would look like after making out for hours, swollen and red. Fuck.

He kisses you gently, one thumb still rubbing your clit and you’re trying so hard not to clench around his dick because you’re scared you might actually squeeze his dick off.

“Move,” you demand after a few moments of kissing, wrapping your legs around his waist and caging him in by locking your feet with each other behind his back.

He slowly, very slowly, starts to pull out of you, leaving the head of his dick inside before pushing back into you.

You mewl at the intrusion, throat dry with the sounds you’ve been letting out.

“Shhh, you’re doing so well. Taking it like a champ,” he whispers against your lips, steadily thrusting into you.

Ugh, what happened in your life for the nerdy intern to be talking you through sex right now?

“Faster,” you mumble once he pulls away from your lips, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I hear you,” he chuckles as he picks up the pace of his thrusting, hips rolling into yours at a delicious pace.

“Fuck,” you moan, actually enjoying the burning fullness he gives you. “Fuck, you– you said something about… about lying to me?”

He glances into your eyes, a pinch in his brows as he tries to keep himself from just moaning in response. “Yeah, I lied to you, princess. Sorry about that.”

A cry rips through your poor throat when he suddenly starts snapping his hips into yours, pounding you at a pace and with a type of strength that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Is he doing that to stop you from interrogating him?

“Shit, you’re making a mess on your floor, beautiful.” He says it with such cockiness in his tone that it makes you want to smack him right across the face but he’s just so fucking fine that you have no choice but to let it slide.

You watch as he reaches over to grab some of the paper towels that you placed on the coffee table earlier and uses them to wipe down his cum from your chest to avoid making a mess on your couch.

At least he’s considerate, you suppose.

You drop your head further back against the cushions, moans continuously spilling from your lips as his hips pound into yours, his dick rubbing every single millimeter of your slick walls.

Tears spill out of your eyes from all the sensations ripping through your body, your own hand coming up to shield the outside world from your loudness but Seokjin is quicker, slapping your hand away from your mouth.

“Let me hear how pretty I make you sound.” He simply continues to fuck into you, making sure your leg stays secured against his torso and over his shoulder.

He deliberately fucks you at an angle that makes the squelching of your pussy that much louder and embarrassing. “Listen to that,” he whispers, mockery on his face and a curl at the corners of his lips.

“Shut up,” you whimper, cheeks heated in embarrassment. “Don’t think I–” you yelp, “I forgot about you telling me you lied to me.”

He merely hums in response and leans back a bit, grabbing both your legs by the back of your knees and pushing them toward your chest while he continues to snap his hips into yours, stretching you out so harsh yet so fucking good.

“If you ask the right questions, I promise I’ll answer honestly.” His ragged breathing betrays his act of nonchalance but you’re too fucked out to point it out.

Ugh. Is this a game to him?

You inhale a shaky breath. “Did you get stood up or not?” you ask, hoping he’ll give you the clarification you’re looking for despite already having told you that he lied to you about it.

“No,” he replies, teeth digging into his plump bottom lip as you clench and squeeze around him.

You manage to ask through moans, “So, she did show up?”

He shakes his head, eyes glued to the way his dick slides in and out of you. He abruptly pulls out and turns you over by your waist, pressing your face, stomach and chest deeply into the cushions of your couch and wastes no time slamming back into you.

“Fuck!” you cry out with your knees now on the floor, mouth practically drooling all over your couch as he tugs your arms towards him and bends them at the elbows to pin them into your lower back, keeping you caged and with no other option than to take it.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“No,” he grunts in reply, hips continuously snapping into your ass and his eyes glued to your bum recoiling against his body.

What the hell? He’s not making any sense.

If she didn’t show up, that means he got stood up, doesn’t it?

Wait.

The realization sets.

“Did–” you pause, trying to catch your breath. “Did you have a date at all?”

He hums in response as he fucks you, one hand keeping your arms pinned and one hand coming down to squeeze the soft skin of your ass.

“I didn’t.”

Huh?

An involuntary sob escapes you, earning a cocky chuckle from him. Bastard. “So,” you start, “what were you doing there?”

He was just sitting there. He hadn’t even ordered yet. Why the hell was he there?

He kisses his teeth with a loud smack as he stays quiet for a few moments after your question. “I own the restaurant.”

Record scratch.

What?

You echo, “You own the restaurant?”

That restaurant is very fancy and pricey, why was he working in a company like yours if he owned a restaurant like that?

“Well, my dad does.” He lets go of your arms to grip both your hips, rocking you back onto his sex instead of fucking you. “I’ll be inheriting it soon.”

Fucking hell.

That explains the expensive car.

The next few moments are just filled with moans, heavy breathing and skin slapping. His fingers dig into your skin, gripping you tightly as if you’d slip through of his fingers.

Your own hand reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, teeth abusing your bottom lip as you squeeze your eyes shut. “Fuck,” you whimper as your orgasm starts approaching.

“You gonna cum?” he whispers, slightly picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You quickly nod your head, face still buried in your coach and it’s going to be very fun to clean that makeup off your couch.

“Go on, then,” he encourages, his hand coming down to your ass in a rough slap, making you jolt forwards from the impact.

Swear words continue to fall from his lips and you struggle to even form a coherent sentence.

But then, the world stops spinning and the room starts to.

Your phone is ringing. Fuck!

You slowly reach over and turn your screen to face you, curses falling from your lips.

Seokjin asks, “Who is that?”

Fuck. “It’s Taehyung. He probably wants to know if I got home okay. I’ll just text him la–”

“Pick up,” he says, thrusts never halting. Actually, his hips pound into yours even harsher. Bastard.

You squeal, “I’m not going to pick up while I’m–”

He cuts you off. “While you’re getting fucked by me?”

“It has nothing to do with you. Just… you know. Me getting fucked.”

A sultry chuckle leaves his mouth and he gradually slows down in pace, sensually rolling his hips into yours. “Go on, pick up.”

An exasperated sigh leaves your mouth quietly as you accept the call and put the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Yo, where are you?”

“I’m uh,” you mumble as you shake your head, trying so hard to not focus on the way the tip of Seokjin’s dick softly kisses your cervix with each thrust. “I’m home.”

“Alright. Cool if I come over?”

Your eyes almost pop out of your eye sockets. “What? No. You can’t come over.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because,” you pause as you glance over your shoulder into Seokjin’s eyes with an expression on your face that only feeds his damn ego. “Just because, okay?”

“But you– oh.” Taehyung goes quiet. “Oh. I see how it is,” he says and you can practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

“Bye, Taehyung.”

“I bet you’re getting dicked down by big dick Seokj–”

Your thumb quickly slams down on the red hang up button before you toss your phone aside, ready to hear Seokjin’s comments and questions about the phone call but he doesn’t say anything.

Instead, he picks up the pace again, fucking you just the way he seems to like it.

He places his hands on your shoulders and continues to fuck the absolute shit out of you, making you arch your back and ruin your throat with the way he’s pounding your poor pussy.

The consistent thrusts and his silent whispers of praise are what ultimately send you over the edge, your entire body shuddering and falling limp against the couch as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. You pathetically cry out under him, clenching around him, the entire room spinning as his big dick slides in and out of you.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles as he spreads your asscheeks apart, eyes glued to how he slides in and out of you and the way your tight pussy grips onto him. “Can I cum on you again?”

Fuck. He can cum wherever the fuck he wants.

“Yeah,” you whimper in overstimulation, not having enough energy or sass to roll your eyes at his cocky chuckle. Bastard.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispers, hips snapping into your ass as he chases his own high. It doesn’t take long until he completely pulls out of you and yanks the condom off, aiming his dick at your ass and unloading all over your bum, coating your skin in his cum.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching as you reach for your ass and spread your cheeks for him, looking over your shoulder at him.

He mumbles, “Shit, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You merely hum in response, still in the clouds from that orgasm as he milks himself of every drop on your soft skin.

After he comes down from his high, he focuses on catching his breath but doesn’t wait for much longer until he reaches for the roll of paper towels again. He quietly cleans you up, slow and steady, making sure not to spill before he moves onto the mess you made on the floor.

He gently tugs your panties back up your legs and by the time he’s helped you sit back onto the couch, he’s already fully dressed.

He looks down at you, wiping some of your makeup with the paper towels but it’s not doing much. “I like how fucked your face is,” he comments, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he stands before you.

A scowl forms on your face but it just elicits a chuckle from him before he leans down and softly pecks your lips.

He reaches for your elbows and helps you rise to your feet, asking for directions to your room.

Once he’s helped you out of your clothes and thoroughly cleaned you up, he helps you into bed.

When the click of the door handle being turned reaches your ears, you stop him by calling out his name and it makes him glance at you over his. shoulder. “You can just stay. It’s really late.”

He stares at you for a moment before chuckling and adding a shake to his head for good measure. “One conversation and I’m spending the night? I wonder how long it’ll take for you to fall for me.”

You roll your eyes exaggeratedly and pettily turn onto your side, giving him your cold back. “Then don’t stay, I was just trying to be polite.”

His obnoxious laugh rips through your eardrums and it’s like he’s the only person on Earth with you now.

It isn’t long before you hear the ruffling of his clothes and the mattress behind you dipping under his weight.

You try to go to sleep with his soft breath grazing your neck but unfortunately, you can’t ignore it and it takes you a whole lot of time to actually doze off.

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The soft clinking of metal wakes you out of your slumber. You slowly awaken, your eyes meeting his figure in the corner of your room as he buckles his belt in front of the mirror.

You slowly sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Why did you lie to me?” you hoarsely ask him, this time not beating around the bush.

He glances at you through the mirror for a second, probably surprised that you’ve woken up. He then fully returns his attention to himself and shrugs his shoulders with a hint of nonchalance. “Why were you nice to me when no one else was?”

At this, you can’t help but frown. What kind of a question is that? “Because I’m a decent human being?”

He tilts his head to the side at your answer, eyes staring at you through the mirror in silence for several seconds.

“And I’m not.” He turns around to face you. “Does that answer your question, lovely?” he says it with so much nonchalance and arrogance, like he genuinely doesn’t care at all.

You idly blink at him through the mirror from where you’re seated, mind booming with all the images of nerdy Seokjin and it’s like you’re staring at a completely different person. Are you sure he doesn’t have an evil twin or something like that?

He slowly walks up to you and it makes you sit up even straighter and for some reason his proximity still makes you nervous. Your eyes slowly travel up his body, finally glancing at him through your pretty lashes.

“I put my number on that note over there. Call me whenever you need me.” He nods towards your nightstand and you follow his line of direction, noticing a pink post-it with his number, name and a winking smiley scribbled on it.

When you turn your head back to look at him, he raises his hand and strokes your head before leaning down to press a gentle peck to your pouty lips. “Or whenever you want me, I don’t judge.” He winks at you, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb before straightening his back and gathering his wallet and keys.

Is this really how it’s going to go?

“Wait,” you call out. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he absentmindedly slides his wallet and keys into the pockets of his slacks.

You say, “Am I supposed to just… act like nothing happened?” With a slight shake to your head, you continue, “Tomorrow at work? Like you haven’t shown me your true colors?”

Is he going to act like nothing happened? Is he going to be the same Seokjin you’ve always known? Will he have a distinct look in your eye every time he looks at you? Couldn’t you just out him to the others? Why was he comfortable showing you such private matters about himself?

His dark eyes stare into yours for a moment longer and it almost stings, it stings the way he stares you down. The faintest smirk creeps onto his lips and you can swear you just met the Devil, standing face to face with evil reincarnated.

Then, he simply shrugs his shoulders and drops them again as he heads out the door, not even looking back at you.

“It’s not like anyone would believe you anyways.”

And with that, he exits your apartment, leaving you to process what happened in the past 12 hours on your own.

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[xoxo-suki]

know your place. (ksj)

Pairing. Seokjin x fem!reader.

Rating. 21+

Genre. filth, purely porn. no plot.

Word-Count. 1k+

Warnings. mean Jin. missionary sex. doggy style sex. spanking and light pussy slapping. unprotected sex (please use protection IRL). creampie. no aftercare. minors - DNI.

Disclaimer: Please note that the following story is entirely fictional. While some of the characters may have physical traits or names similar to those of celebrities, the connection ends there. I do not have any personal connection to these celebrities, and I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, or beliefs.

Copyright: I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics for the pretty divider.

Ass up, your lower back tattoos on full display, face pressed against the softest of pillows, cool silken sheets in contact with your exposed skin, his hands splayed on your reddened cheeks. You wouldn't trade this night for anything else. His fingers slide over every inch of your soft flesh, as electricity buzzes within you. Your brain suddenly reminds you that he barely knows your name. You are okay with that. You'd forget your own name if that meant having more of him doing more of this to you.

The rain pitters and patters on the glass windows of his bedroom. He flips you over, his eyes sparkling in the dark room softly illuminated by the cozy lights outside. It seems like the street lights have busied themselves getting hazy, too shy to witness the carnal ongoings of this bedroom.

His eyes radiate something you've longed to witness. Pure, unadulterated desire. His flesh sizzles against yours, as he lowers himself to leave kisses from your neck to your belly. His palms never not touching you. Never not eliciting the sweetest of moans from you.

Your own fingers with neatly manicured nails get entangled in his expensive hair. They pull at his roots when his drag over the meat of your inner thighs.

"Wah. Look at you. So full, so wet. Perfectly ready, all for me."

Only a whimper dares to escape your throat at his pleased proclamation. Your mound bucks up at his praise, and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"You've an incredibly impatient pussy. Tut. Tut. Don't worry, I like that." A slap echoes through the room. A new sensation reverberates in your core. Had anyone slapped your cunt before? You don't think so.

A vulgar trail of your slickness trickles down your over lubricated self. Your hands travel to his tightened core, and you feel for the first time, the source of his famed core strength. Further down, your hands, impatient, find their true target; his hardened, and primed for action, member. Your lithe fingers tug on it. From his base, along his length, up to his head. A few more tugs and pulls, and you're stopped. Your hand is slapped away.

"Know your place." He says with sudden sternness.

"You offer. I am the one who decides." He adds with sharpened clarity.

You desperately nod. And another chuckle echoes in the darkness.

His fingers sink into your full mound, ecstasy shimmering through your nerves. He licks your hardened nipples. Painful, with how erect they are. He licks just under your belly button. He makes a final, excruciatingly slow, swipe of your cunt.

Your head is thrown back, as your fingers find the expanse of his curls yet again.

"Ready?"

"Mhmm. Yes."

He positions his length against your entrance. His knees dig into the mattress as he pushes his hardness into your squelching cunt.

A low grunt. "Argh. For fucks sake." A shiver through his warm body as he bottoms out. His hands now on either side of you.

His hips have a mind of their own, as they thrust into you slowly, rhythmically, intentionally. The rain and the car horns of impatient drivers create a wonderful symphony together with his grunts, with the sound of his skin smashing against yours.

The beautiful bow shape of your back arching, the glint of sweat on his forehead, the sweet soreness in your thighs as you struggle to keep your legs spread wide enough for him, for this long, while his sculpted bottom contracts and expands, fucking you into oblivion.

"Ass."

You break apart. Turn over. But you want to see him. His face. Remember this forever. Remember how his cock split you open. Remember how you whored yourself for him.

A searing slap hits across your ass cheeks. "Open, and up."

You spread your legs wider, for your swollen mound to be fully visible to him, and raise your ass up, propping a pillow under your belly. His dick is speared inside you instantly. You can only imagine your fleshy globules jiggling artfully and obscenely at his ministrations. His fingers trace the tattoo lines on your lower hip.

"Gorgeous." He notes.

You turn around to catch a glimpse of his sharp jawline, his chiseled face, his dangerous eyes. Another tingling slap across your bottom while he pounds into you from behind.

He bends over, his chest flush against your back, sweat meeting sweat, heat meeting heat. His lips grazing over your ears.

"Sweet, tight, impatient pussy." He whispers punctuated by labored grunts.

"Takes me well. Far too well." Another saccharine groan.

You like his voice too much. You want more of it. You need more of him. You push your ass on his length. Fucking his cock, instead of him ravaging your pussy.

His forehead falls on your back, surrender almost in sight. You ride his cock at a blinding speed. He shivers and growls. You have a sweet tooth and his sounds are pure sugar.

"Arrrgggggh. STOP." You halt.

"KNOW your place." He reprimands, resuming fucking you, but at a glacial pace, almost as if it were meant to punish you for taking control. His fingers reach your nubby bundle of nerves and catalyze a devastating event. As rain pours heavily against his windows, a thunderstorm forms inside and outside. You see lightning, you hear the rumble of a thunder, you feel it striking you at any moment. Like a cloudburst that no one sees coming, you reach your blinding climax, tightening around his hardened length, a thunderstorm reaching its end with a loud scream. His fingers cover your mouth.

"Fuckkk."

You almost milk him. He doesn't waste a moment, pounding into your expended cunt, arriving at his own satisfying conclusion, shooting his cum, filling your pussy. It dribbles down your thighs lasciviously, and he falls down next to you, spent.

"Fuck."

Panting, chests heave, the smell of sex and pricy cologne diffused in the air, luxury sheets soiled.

"You can let yourself out." He spews and goes to sleep.

And you do.

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 11

Note: (I'll keep updating the lists as I read more fics. Also, all the moodboards are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)

[Masterlist]

[OT7]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Tangled Hearts by writersrealmbts

Pairing: Hybrid! Poly! Bts x Reader Genre: hybrid au, Monsta X cameos, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Stuff, SFW Wordcount: 22,844 Description: Hybrid!ot7 x reader: You have seven hybrids and life with them can be both good and stressful. Some days are better than others, but in the end, you know that they’re always there for you, in more ways than one.

{SERIES}

➺ Royal/Bodyguard AU by jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

Pairing: Bodyguard! BTS x mafia princess! Reader Genre: fluff + angst Summary: your bodyguards became your best friends and you couldn’t imagine your life without them. Chapters: 7/7

➺ Before I Leave You by hollyhomburg [ONGOING]

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia Au, BTS x Reader Parts: 80 chapters Posted Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

➺ A Place Called Home by agustdakasuga

Pairing: vet! reader x Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour Parts: 25/25 Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

[KIM NAMJOON]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Growth by happy-meo

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Fluff, mild angst Summary: Namjoon was everything you weren’t but you were everything Namjoon wasn’t.

➺ Autumn Night by sodoyouknowbts

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Romance, steamy smut Summary: You attend an event to support Namjoon, who is the keynote speaker for the night. You can’t help but feel insecure about the attention and the advances he is receiving from the girls he lectures. You attempt to leave the event early, but he stops you, intent on reminding you exactly what you mean to him.

[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ With You by yoonpobs

PAIRING. kim seokjin x reader GENRE. marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut WORDS. 22.1k SUMMARY. Marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

➺ Turn Back Time by raplinesmoon

pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor! reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ word count: 13.3k summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

➺ Good Girl by Jamaisjoons

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin ❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff, pwp au. ❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : ) ❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞

➺ The End by Jimlingss

➜ Pairing: Jin x Reader ft. OT6 ➜ Words: 31k ➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Angst ➜ Summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

➺ Lost and Found by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Jin x reader Genre: fluff; angst; sfw; strangers to lovers. Word count: 21.2k Summary: What do you do when your whole world comes crashing down around you? When everything you loved turns out to be a lie? When your fiancé tells you he’s been having an affair, you feel like your whole world comes crashing down, but then you find an antiques shop and the strange man that runs the shop helps you slowly rebuild your life and realise maybe not everything about you is broken.

[MIN YOONGI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Bangtan's Receptionist by wooataes

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Min Yoongi x Fem! Reader, implied ot7 x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Mafia AU, swearing, Death, blood, injuries, mentions of human trafficking but nothing too detailed, guns, character death. Summary: Bangtan’s contracts are clear and concise. They are to be followed to the letter, including the most important rule, do not touch their men.

➺ Crave You by borathae

Pairing: Yoongi x f. Reader Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, some Fluff, smol lil Angst Summary: ”You should be angry at him for breaking his promise to you, but how could you, if kissing him feels so good? Or alternatively: all it takes is a small fight to discover a kink you and your fiancé share...”

➺ Anything by jiminrings

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 10k glimpse: yoongi doesn't want to move on from his ex because she's everything he's ever known, whereas you want to move on from him because he's everything you've ever loved. alternatively, yoongi's your best friend and you've been in love with him your whole life.

➺ The Final - Day 02 by yoongiofmine

Pairing: DDAY!Yoongi  x Groupie!Reader  Genre: idol au, porn with a lot of plot, one-shot WC: 16k Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

➺ Damn the Charcuterie Board [M] by bratkook

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth

{SERIES}

➺ Take Five by jiminrings

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 10k genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love, so much pining glimpse: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced. alternatively, you’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

➺ Oh, Baby! by honey-boyyoongi [ONGOING]

Pairing: single dad! Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff, angst, crack, neighbor au Chapters: 60/61 Summary: Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

➺ Pink Bird House by 54daysormore

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader ft. Mini Tae Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Tae is yoongi's baby Parts: 25/25 Synopsis: Tae really wants a pink bird house, but his dad is definitely too busy to make one with him.  Enter Y/N.  Then exit Y/N.  Right?

[MIN YOONJI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ La Petite Mort by snackhobi

pairing: assassin! Min Yoonji x assassin! reader word count: 9.7k genre: f x f smut, assassin! Au summary: Based on a post that said: "my ex-wife sent an assassin on me but I sent an assassin on that assassin & they fell in gay love & now they're having sex in my guest bathroom"

➺ As we go along by ddaenggtan

pairing | min yoonji x reader genre | NSFW; Fluff, Smut, a dash of Angst bc why not, idiots to lovers, enemies to lovers, Awkward Gays, Idiot/Oblivious Gays, OH The Min Twins aka Yoongi and Yoonji are siblings uwu wc | 10.4k summary | Four years ago, the beautifulstunningattractivefrustrating Min Yoonji came into your life. Ever since, it’s been a competition between the two of you to win the HOA’s Holiday Decorating Contest. The fiery looks she gives you paired with the pointed insults throw you off your game every year, but not this time. This holiday season, you’re determines to win; and along the way you might just find that Yoonji’s been trying to win something else. ;OR the queer hallmark movie of your dreams.

➺ The Song Thief by justanotherstarlightmonger

Pairing: Idol! Min Yoonji x Idol! Female reader Genre: Smut, fxf, idol! au Word count: 4.5 k words Summary: Min Yoonji makes sure you're not stealing her latest song

➺ Good Girl by Jamaisjoons

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin ❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff, pwp au. ❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : ) ❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞

➺ Chatoyant by jincherie

pairing: min yoonji x reader genre: hybrid!au, magic!au/ witch!au, familiar!au, smut, slight angst words: 15.5k summary: You’re a witch, and Yoonji is your familiar. The tension between you has been rising steadily over the months, and comes to a head after Jungkook and Taehyung pull an April Fools joke that doesn’t quite go right. Perhaps you should thank them for how things turned out... right after they finish running from Yoonji, that is.

[JUNG HOSEOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Midnight Rendezvous [M] by kookscrescent

➤ pairing│Hoseok x female reader ➤ genre│smut, fluff, boyfriend au ➤ word count│6k ➤ summary│Because of a rule that was implemented at Hoseok’s apartment, he has to sneak you in without his roommates finding out. But perhaps you were a little too loud...

➺ Us by honeymoonjin

pairing: idol! Jung Hoseok x gf! reader genre: FLUFF, established relationship, idol au summary: ❝ Among the publicity of being an idol, hoseok wants his proposal to be a private affair. ❞

[PARK JIMIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ 100 km/hour [M] by chateautae

➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader ➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp ➵ rating : 18+ ➵ word count : 7k ➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he's dressed as an angel, and you're in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

➺ Sugar, Spice And Everything Nice by dovechim

➾ pairing: weak sperm jimin x witch! reader ➾ wordcount: 13k ➾ genre: a crack smut essentially ➾ summary: you and jimin have been trying for a baby for the past six months, to no avail, but then you realise one crucial mistake: you’ve been neglecting your witchy heritage. what ensues is a month of trial and tribulation... for jimin at least. 

➺ All into You [M] by taegularities

pairing: Jimin x female reader genre: fantasy!au, HP!au, established relationship, fluff, some crack, basically pwp wordcount: 7.1k Summary: “The weather. It was nice today, no?” you repeated yourself, your gaze meeting his hazy, lustful eyes. “You’re literally riding me right now.” Teasing your boyfriend while being surrounded by your closest friends? Entertaining. But when he drags you away to punish you for it? That’s when you’re in for a ride.

➺ Damn the Charcuterie Board [M] by bratkook

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth

➺ Let's get Quizzical by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: friends to lovers; fluff; angst; smut Word count: 28.6k Summary: Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesn’t. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun?

➺ Into the Wilderness by gukyi

pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy, camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au word count: 27k summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was... disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

➺ Turn to Stone by jjungkookislife

❄ pairing: gorgon!jimin x elemental!reader ❄ genre: established relationship, supernatural au, smut [18+] ❄ wc: 8.4k ❄ summary: Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, he’s willing to give it another go.

➺ Home is where the heart is by bangtanfanfiction

♢ Pairing: Jimin x Idol!Reader ♢ Word count: 12K ♢ Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint ⌲ Description: You’ve been together with Jimin for about three months. But you’ve been keeping a big secret from him. A secret in the form of your 6 year old daughter

➺ Paper Hearts by namfinessed

pairing: jimin x reader genre: fluff, college au, friends to lovers word count: 9k summary: hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

➺ Potions by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: Prince Jimin, Healer reader, royal au, fluff, angst. Word count: 23.6k Summary: Magic is banned, to perform it is an act punishable by death, a law brought in by the queen. And yet, here you are, living in the same palace as her, defying that law by performing the magic she so hates. You don’t feel at risk of being found out, you are only a lowly healer, a nobody. But when the prince discovers you and can’t seem to leave you alone, you may not be as safe as you thought.

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➺ Tainted by muniiimyg

pairing: jimin + oc au/genre: est relationship, angst if you’re a crybaby, fluff COUGH COUGH jimin + oc are SOFTIES, ex-fuckboy!/ex badboy! and angelic oc, and somewhat healing vibes warnings: implied smut, one sided pining, explicit language, self doubt/hate aka insecure jimin parts: 20/20 summary: after going public with their relationship, everyone is amused as jimin isn’t exactly what they had in mind for a girl that is practically an angel. perhaps a dance with the devil is what it takes for both worlds to fall into place.  + nobody thinks he’s good enough for her. she think he’s all she needs. he wants her to be right.

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

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➺ Unbreakable by smoljimjim

>Pairing: Taehyung x OC named Siri, lovers-exes-lovers >Genre: angst, small fluff, happy ending >Word count: ~16,300 >Description: Taehyung and Siri were the perfect couple and had the perfect relationship. They were known as the 'unbreakable' couple. That was until Taehyung found out something about Siri he couldn't ignore. He thought he knew everything about her, but this... this one thing was a relationship deal breaker.

➺ Requested Drabble by taleasnewastime

pairing: idol! taehyung x reader genre: fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au summary: The reader meets Taehyung, but she initially has no idea who he is until he introduces himself. Taehyung is immediately drawn to her and goes out of his way to charm her. One thing leads to another, and they end up having a passionate encounter together.

➺ Sunflower Boy by happy-meo

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: fluff summary: a fluffy oneshot of when reader met taehyung for the first time. [Part of First Meeting Series]

➺ Good Luck Charm by gukyi

pairing: actor! kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, unrequited love, friends to lovers!au, roommates!au word count: 11k summary: kim taehyung has nearly everything he’s ever dreamed of: an apartment in new york city, a lead role in an off-broadway play, and a best friend to share it with. but even still, there’s one thing missing—love. and when he goes on the hunt for it, he dots every i and crosses every t, leaves no stone unturned, but forgets to look at the person who could ever love him the most: you.

{SERIES}

➺ With a brush of fate by yoongiofmine

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f!reader  Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers. Parts: 21/21 Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

[JEON JUNGKOOK]

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➺ Daybreak by bbangtans

pairing: rockstar!ex!jk x f!reader genre/tropes: angst, fluff, exes to ???, right person wrong time/second chances, jungkook is so romance film lead coded – charismatic and well-spoken and genuine and ughhhhh i be fawning frrrr, this takes place where both jk and reader are 28ish, jk is a lead singer in a band with tae-jimin-yoongi, and y/n is a working professional wordcount: 10.1k Summary: One of your favorite things to do when you were in your early 20s was stay up late where reflective conversations eventually blurred into nonsense as the sun rose alongside someone you thought you would spend the rest of your days with… Now you’re stuck in New York City for one night due to a delayed flight with that very person standing there in his leather jacket and guitar case in hand across from you at the airport gate. See, fate is a funny thing and Jeon Jungkook could always find the humor in anything.

➺ Lucky Number 7 by smoljimjim

>Pairing: husbandJK x wifeOC named Siri >Genre: slight angst, satisfying ending >Word count:  ~7500 >Warnings: swear words, JK's a cheater, the world works in mysterious ways. >Description: The seven-year itch has hit Jungkook. It hit him so bad, he did the unthinkable to his wife, Siri. How will Siri handle it?

➺ Cool with You by kooktrash

➣ pairing: afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk ➣ genre/au: strangers to friends to lovers. smut. ➣ wc: 14.6k words ➣ summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

{SERIES}

➺ The Cocktail Triology by borathae

Summary: “It takes a trilogy to tell this story. It is a story of love, friendship, the hardships of being young and unexpected encounters. Experience the tingling butterflies of a summer’s love unexpected, witness the significance one little mistake can have on the lives of others and feel the exciting sparks of a love so strong it could move mountains. Find out what it means to grow up, what it takes to find yourself and how to make the best out of your granted time on earth.” 1. Tequila Sunrise 2. Purple Rain 3. Orange Ginger Tea

Tequila Sunrise by borathae

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader Genre: s2l!AU, Diner!AU, Biker Gang!AU, Smut, Romance Chapters: 5/5 Summary: “You always thought of your life as nothing exciting. Small town, stable job at the local diner, a roof over your head and nice friends. It didn’t take much to make you happy. But that all changes with the arrival of Jeon Jungkook, mysterious biker with dark hair, inked skin and a preference for leather jackets. It doesn’t take long for you to realise that life has so much more in store for you and Jungkook is happy to show you all of it…”

2. Purple Rain by borathae

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jimin Genre: Biker Gang!AU, Road Trip!AU, Smut, Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 29/29 Summary: “Two months on the road with Jungkook and his friends and you couldn’t be happier about your life. You spend your days laughing, dancing and rolling around the sheets with the boy of your dreams, all whilst visiting beautiful places. But your idyllic life soon changes, when Taehyungs past catches up with him, putting not only him, but your entire gang in danger. Can the group get through his betrayal and if so can you outrun the danger before it is too late?”

3. Orange Ginger Chai by borathae

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, occasional Taehyung x f.Reader & Taehyung x Jungkook Genre: Smut, Fluff, slice of life!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU, tattoo artist!Jungkook, restaurant owner!OC Chapters: 54/54 Summary: “Snippets out of the adventure, you and Jungkook call “your life together”. This is a collection of drabbles all in the name of The Cocktail Trilogy couple. They all play after the events of the main story.”

[yoontaethings]

worth it — ksj

pairing: kim seokjin x reader (y/n)

rating: explicit (pwp)

word count: 6.5k (my horny ass got to 6k???!)

warnings: unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, slight choking but not really, overstimulation, getting caught, they are INSATIABLE in this, pure filth

One late night at work. One bad idea. And suddenly, Seokjin isn’t just your annoying coworker anymore — he’s the reason you can’t focus, can’t breathe, and definitely can’t stop coming back for more.

a/n: i have no excuses for this other than i was really horny and ovulating, but i decided to add fluff at the end when i read this back just to make it seem less like filth lmao i was REALLY wishing i had an experience this hot

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The office was dead silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional sound of you furiously typing. The clock on the wall blinked mockingly: 11:43 p.m.

It was just you and Seokjin left, stuck on this godforsaken project. Taehyung and Jisoo too, but they had gone out for a breather and more coffee. The tension had been thick all night, but not the usual snarky, competitive kind. No, this was different. He’d been quieter than usual, his gaze lingering on you a second too long, his voice lower, rougher.

And when you stretched, back arching and arms overhead, he made a sound. A low, almost inaudible groan.

Your eyes snapped to his.

He looked wrecked already, hair disheveled, sleeves pushed up his forearms. His tie was loose around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips, and his gaze dragged down your body like he couldn’t stop himself.

You didn’t even think before you spoke.

“You’ve been staring all night, Seokjin.”

His head tilted, that cocky, infuriating smirk tugging at his mouth but his eyes were dark, blown out.

“Yeah? And what if I have?” His voice was low, dangerously smooth.

The chair scraped back loudly as you stood. His brows lifted in surprise, but you didn’t give him a chance to say anything. You walked around the desk and planted yourself right in front of him.

“You gonna do something about it, or just sit there looking pretty?” you challenged.

The chair barely had time to hit the floor before Seokjin was on you.

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him. His mouth crashed into yours, hot and messy and desperate, like he’d been holding back for weeks.

You gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound greedily. His tongue slid against yours, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head the way he wanted. His other hand was already sliding down, fingers curling around your ass to tug you against his growing hardness.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, voice wrecked. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

You laughed breathlessly, nipping at his lower lip. “Yeah? Good.”

He groaned, deep and rough, and his hands tightened, hoisting you up onto the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but neither of you cared.

His mouth moved to your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Your head fell back with a whimper as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Seokjin—”

“I like it when you say my name like that,” he growled, voice vibrating against your skin.

His hands were already tugging at your shirt, yanking it over your head without ceremony. His eyes dropped to your chest, and the low curse he let out made heat pool between your legs.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, voice almost reverent as his fingers brushed over the curve of your breast, teasing over your bra.

You arched into him, impatient. “Then stop staring and do something.”

His eyes flicked up to yours, and the look he gave you was downright sinful.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, voice dripping with promise. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

He dropped to his knees so fast it made your head spin.

His hands hooked into your waistband, yanking your skirt and underwear down in one swift motion. You barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you — hot, wet, and devastatingly good.

“Seokjin—oh, fuck,” you choked out, legs trembling.

He groaned into you, the vibrations sending sparks through your veins. His tongue worked you over like he was starving for it, flicking and circling before dipping inside. His hands held your thighs open, strong and unforgiving when you tried to squirm.

“Stay still,” he murmured against you, voice muffled. “I want to take my time with you.”

Your fingers fisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him moan and the sound nearly pushed you over the edge.

“Please,” you gasped, voice breaking.

His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hungry.

“Please what, baby?” he teased, though his voice was wrecked. “Use your words.”

You nearly screamed. “Please, need you. Now.”

Seokjin didn’t make you beg twice.

He stood so fast it made your head spin, yanking his belt open and shoving his pants down just enough. His cock was hard and flushed, precum already smeared across the tip.

He didn’t give you time to think. He grabbed your hips and dragged you to the edge of the desk, lining himself up. His eyes met yours, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmured, voice rough and strained. “Tell me you want me.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“I want you, Seokjin. I’ve always wanted you.”

The second the words left your mouth, he pushed in.

The stretch burned, but it was perfect. He was thick, filling you to the point of pain. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. “So tight… feels so fucking good.”

He didn’t start slow. He slammed into you, hard and fast, setting a brutal pace that knocked the breath from your lungs.

You couldn’t think — couldn’t breathe — couldn’t do anything but hold on. His hands were everywhere, gripping your thighs, your waist, your face. His mouth found yours again, messy and desperate, like he couldn’t get close enough.

“You’re mine,” he growled against your lips, voice raw. “You hear me? Mine.”

You nodded frantically, too wrecked to speak.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasped, barely able to form words. “I’m yours, Seokjin.”

His hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking as he groaned, low and guttural.

“Fuck, I’m close —”

“Me too — don’t stop —”

He didn’t. His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles. It was too much.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, white-hot and blinding. You screamed his name, nails raking down his back.

Seokjin wasn’t far behind. His hips snapped into you one last time, and then he was groaning into your neck, spilling inside you, shaking with the force of it.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing.

Then Seokjin let out a breathless, wrecked laugh.

“So,” he panted, forehead resting against yours, “we’re probably fired now.”

You laughed, still dazed. “Worth it.”

He grinned, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, softer.

“Yeah,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Definitely worth it.”

The two of you were still tangled together on the desk, skin flushed and breathing uneven, when reality came crashing in.

“Shit,” Seokjin muttered against your collarbone, voice rough and low. “Did we... lock the door?”

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could answer, the unmistakable ding of the elevator echoed through the silent office.

Seokjin’s head shot up, eyes wide.

“No, no, no—”

Footsteps. Fast ones.

Panic surged through you both at the same time. Seokjin scrambled off you so fast he nearly tripped, yanking his pants up in a blur while you grabbed for your shirt, hopping down from the desk. Papers were everywhere. His tie was still dangling around his neck like some ridiculous badge of shame.

“Shit, where’s my—oh my god, where’s my underwear?!” you whispered frantically.

Seokjin froze. His eyes flicked to the floor. His face did this weird twitch, somewhere between horror and poorly stifled laughter, and then he kicked your missing underwear under the desk.

“Forget them,” he hissed, dragging his shirt back over his head. His hair was an absolute wreck. He tried to fix it with one hand, only to make it worse.

Just as you got your skirt back in place and Seokjin tried (and failed) to look remotely put together, the office door swung open.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” a familiar voice drawled.

Taehyung stood there, holding a cup of coffee like he owned the place. Behind him, Jisoo peeked over his shoulder, eyes going comically wide.

Seokjin blinked. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” Taehyung said, taking a smug sip.

“Wow,” Jisoo added, trying (and failing) to suppress a grin. “Took you two long enough.”

Your stomach sank. “What… what do you mean ‘took you long enough’?”

Taehyung smirked, looking way too pleased with himself. “Oh, we’ve been taking bets.”

Seokjin looked offended. “Bets?”

“Yup.” Jisoo grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Whole office pool. Half of us figured you’d hate-flirt yourselves into bed eventually. The other half thought you’d combust from sexual tension.”

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Taehyung added smugly. “We may or may not have orchestrated this entire thing.”

Your jaw dropped. “You… wait, you set this up?”

Jisoo shrugged, unbothered. “We just gave fate a little push.”

Seokjin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate both of you.”

“Aw, you love us.” Taehyung winked, turning to leave. “Congrats on the hookup. Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quiet. For now.”

He paused in the doorway, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, and by the way? Jimin owes me fifty bucks.”

Later that night, you were back at Seokjin’s apartment, sprawled out on his couch in one of his old t-shirts, the only thing you managed to grab on your way out of his closet.

“Did we really just become an office scandal?” you mumbled, voice muffled against his pillow.

Seokjin groaned dramatically, face down beside you. “We’re never living this down.”

“They definitely heard everything, didn’t they?”

“Absolutely.”

You both sat there in silence for a moment.

Then Seokjin turned his head, peeking at you through his messy hair. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face.

“Worth it, though.”

You laughed, rolling onto your side to face him. “Yeah. Worth it.”

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentler now, lingering.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “You’re mine.”

Your heart did a stupid little flip.

“I’m yours, Seokjin.”

The look on his face, like you’d just given him the world, was enough to make you lean in and kiss him again, slow and sweet.

“You know,” he mumbled against your lips, “we could always give them something else to talk about tomorrow.”

You grinned. “I like the way you think.”

-

Seokjin’s apartment was dimly lit, the city skyline glowing faintly through the window. He had you pressed against the wall, his mouth on yours, all tongue and teeth and desperation.

“Round two?” you teased between kisses, breathless.

He laughed, low and rough. “Oh, sweetheart. We’re not stopping at two.”

His hands were already sliding under the oversized shirt you stole from him, pushing it up over your hips. His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, lips trailing down your neck. “Couldn’t focus on anything after that. Just kept thinking about how you sound when you come.”

Your legs nearly gave out.

His hands caught you easily, lifting you like you weighed nothing. He carried you to the kitchen counter, setting you down before stepping back to look at you.

“Take it off,” he said, voice low and commanding.

Your stomach flipped at the intensity in his eyes. You didn’t hesitate, you peeled the shirt off slowly, watching his gaze darken as you revealed bare skin underneath.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping back between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs, thumbs dragging teasing circles as he leaned in. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you. His mouth crashed into yours, hungry and possessive. He kissed you like he was trying to consume you, and you melted into it, heat coiling low in your stomach.

“Seokjin,” you gasped against his lips, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Yeah, baby?” he rasped, voice wrecked.

“Need you. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

His hands were rough and impatient, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. He was already hard, tip flushed and leaking as he lined himself up with you.

His eyes found yours, breath shaky.

“You sure?”

You nodded, voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

The second the word left your lips, he pushed in.

The stretch was sharp and perfect, making you gasp as he filled you to the hilt in one slow, steady thrust. He groaned into your neck, his voice a low, desperate sound that went straight to your core.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained. “So tight — so fucking good.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into you again, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, and all you could do was hold on, nails raking down his back as you gasped his name.

“Seokjin — oh god —”

“Mine,” he growled into your ear, voice low and possessive. “You’re mine, Y/N. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you.”

Your head fell back, pleasure sparking through you at his words. His hand slid between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles.

“Wanna feel you come around me,” he murmured, voice rough and desperate. “C’mon, baby. Let me feel it.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. And god, you couldn’t hold back.

Your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and blinding. You screamed his name, legs trembling around him as you clenched down hard.

“Fuck, Y/N —” Seokjin groaned, hips stuttering as he followed, spilling into you with a low, broken moan. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, both of you shaking and breathless.

For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing.

Then Seokjin laughed softly, voice still rough.

“So,” he mumbled against your skin, “wanna go for round three?”

You grinned, still dazed. “Depends.”

“On what?”

You leaned in, voice low and teasing.

“Who’s on top this time.”

The way his eyes darkened promised you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

Seokjin barely let you catch your breath. One minute you were still tangled together on the counter, skin sticky and legs trembling — the next, he was scooping you up and carrying you straight to the bathroom.

“Shower,” he murmured against your hair, voice low and wrecked. “But not for cleanliness.”

Your laugh came out breathless. “Didn’t think so.”

The bathroom filled with steam as the water roared to life, warm mist curling around you both. Seokjin didn’t even give the water time to heat up properly before he was backing you into the shower, hands on your hips, lips finding yours again.

The cold spray made you gasp against his mouth, but Seokjin was quick to warm you up. His hands slid over your wet skin, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the feel of you all over again.

“You drive me crazy,” he muttered, voice low and rough as his teeth grazed your jaw. His hands trailed lower, thumbs tracing over your hips. “Can’t get enough of you.”

You barely had time to register the way your heart flipped before he was sinking to his knees, the tiles slick beneath him. His eyes never left yours.

“Hold on to me,” he murmured, voice dark and promising.

Your hands tangled in his wet hair, tugging, and he groaned like he liked it. Then his mouth was on you, hot, slick, and devastatingly good.

The steam made everything hazy and unreal, like you were floating. His tongue moved with slow precision, dragging out every sound from you he could. He was relentless, working you open with his mouth until your legs shook so hard you were sure you’d collapse.

“Seokjin — oh, god —”

His hand came up to grip your thigh, holding you steady as he sucked on your clit, hard and deliberate. The pressure unraveled you in an instant. Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, stealing the air from your lungs. You cried out his name, your voice echoing in the shower as your whole body shook.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were slick and his eyes were absolutely wrecked.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, voice rough and low. “I’ll never get tired of that sound.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was standing again, kissing you deep and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Turn around,” he whispered against your mouth. “Hands on the wall.”

Your stomach flipped.

You obeyed without a second thought, pressing your palms against the cool tile. The water streamed down your back, and Seokjin’s hands followed, sliding over your wet skin, slow and possessive.

“Look at you,” he groaned, voice thick with want. His fingers trailed down your spine, over the curve of your ass. “So perfect for me.”

He didn’t waste any time. You gasped as he pushed into you from behind, slow but deliberate, stretching you all over again.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained. “Still so tight.”

You whimpered, pushing back against him. He groaned, his hand coming to your hip to steady you as he set a slow, devastating rhythm. Each thrust hit deeper, the angle making you gasp with every snap of his hips.

“Mine,” he growled against your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. “No one else gets to have you like this. Just me.”

You couldn’t form words — couldn’t do anything but take it, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the water pounding down around you.

He reached around, fingers finding your clit again. “Come for me again, baby,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked. “I wanna feel it.”

You shattered. Again.

Your orgasm crashed over you like the water, leaving you shaking, barely able to stay standing. Seokjin followed with a broken moan, his hips stuttering as he spilled into you, his hand gripping your waist like you might disappear if he let go.

For a moment, neither of you moved — just panting, bodies trembling, water streaming down your backs.

Then Seokjin laughed breathlessly, voice low and warm. “Okay. Now we’re clean.”

-

You woke up tangled in Seokjin’s sheets, the early rays of sun warming your bare skin. His arm was heavy over your waist, holding you close like he didn’t want you to leave.

For a second, you just… stayed there. It felt too good to move.

But then Seokjin groaned against your shoulder, voice muffled and adorably raspy.

“Nope. Don’t get up.”

You laughed softly, turning to face him. His hair was a complete mess — sticking up in every direction — and his eyes were barely open. He looked unfairly good like that.

“You’re awake,” you teased, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Barely,” he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. He nuzzled closer, his nose brushing against your neck. “Too tired. Need more sleep.”

You grinned, fingers trailing over his back lazily. “Whose fault is that?”

He cracked one eye open, smirking. “Yours. Obviously.”

You laughed, and Seokjin’s smile softened as he watched you. His hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin gently.

“You staying?” he asked quietly, voice lower and more serious now.

Your heart flipped.

“Do you want me to?”

His expression turned tender — unguarded in a way you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I do.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sweet.

“Then I’m staying.”

The way he smiled at you after that — all warmth and affection — made your chest ache in the best way.

Seokjin nuzzled into you again, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

“Good,” he murmured sleepily. “But when we wake up again… round four.”

You laughed against his shoulder, already knowing you weren’t leaving his bed for the rest of the day.

-

The sunlight spilled lazily across the room, more orange, warming the sheets and the bare skin tangled beneath them. Seokjin was still half-asleep, his body pressed snugly against yours — all warm muscle and steady breaths.

But even half-asleep, his hands wandered.

You stirred when you felt his palm slide over your stomach, slow and deliberate. His lips brushed against the back of your neck, lazy and soft.

“Mmm,” he hummed sleepily, voice rough and low. “Morning again.”

You smiled, eyes still closed. “Morning.”

His hand trailed lower, fingers tracing along your hip before dipping between your thighs — finding you still slick from the night before. His breath hitched, and his voice dropped into something darker.

“Already wet for me?” he murmured, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Did you wake up like this, baby? Thinking about me?”

You shivered, pushing back against him, feeling him already hard and pressed against your ass.

“Maybe,” you teased, voice still thick with sleep.

Seokjin groaned softly, his hips rolling forward, rubbing against you. His fingers slid through your folds, slow and teasing.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice rough in your ear. “You’re so warm. So ready for me.”

You gasped as he slid a finger into you, slow and deep. He didn’t rush — he took his time, working you open gently, his lips trailing along the side of your neck.

“Jin,” you whimpered, hips shifting against his hand.

He hummed, adding another finger, curling them just right, dragging a broken moan from your lips.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, voice smug and syrupy. “Want more?”

You pushed back against him deliberately, feeling his cock hard and heavy against you.

“Want you,” you breathed.

That was all it took.

Seokjin groaned low and desperate, pulling his fingers from you only to replace them with himself, pressing into you in one slow, fluid thrust. The stretch was familiar and perfect, making you gasp as he filled you completely.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your shoulder, his voice wrecked and shaky. “You feel so good.”

His hips moved slowly at first, lazy and deep, like he wanted to savor it. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist, keeping you flush against him as he rocked into you from behind.

“God,” he muttered, voice strained. “I could stay like this forever. Just buried inside you, feeling you squeeze me.”

You whimpered at his words, tilting your head to the side to kiss him. It was messy and slow, both of you too breathless to make it anything more than teeth and tongues and heat.

He shifted, angling his hips just right and you gasped, your back arching as he hit that spot deep inside you.

“Yeah,” Seokjin groaned, catching the sound. “Right there, huh?”

He didn’t let up. His thrusts got faster, rougher, his hand slipping between your legs to rub tight circles over your clit. The combination was too much, too good, and you felt yourself unraveling fast.

“Come for me,” he murmured, voice low and desperate in your ear. “C’mon, baby. Let me feel you.”

Your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and blinding. You cried out his name, body trembling as you clenched around him. Seokjin groaned loud, his rhythm faltering as he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with a low, broken moan.

The room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing and Seokjin’s lips brushing lazily against your shoulder.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then Seokjin chuckled, voice low and satisfied.

“You’re not getting out of bed today.”

You laughed breathlessly, still too blissed-out to argue.

“Didn’t plan on it.”

His grin was smug as hell.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Seokjin barely gave you a moment to recover. He was still inside you, still hard and judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes, he wasn’t done any time soon.

“You feel too good,” he murmured against your neck, his voice low and breathless. “Can’t stop.”

You shivered as he nipped at your skin, his hand sliding down your thigh to hook it over his hip. But then he paused, his voice dipping into something darker, more playful.

“Let’s try something else,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Wanna see you.”

Before you could even think, he was moving, pulling out slowly making you whimper at the loss before flipping you onto your back. He was on top of you in an instant, hovering over you with his eyes blown wide and dark.

His knee nudged your legs apart, and he leaned down, kissing you slow and deep.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough.

You did as he said, hooking your legs around his waist. He grabbed your hips, angling you just right before pushing back into you in one long, slow thrust.

You gasped — the new angle had him hitting deeper, and Seokjin groaned like he felt it too.

“Fuck,” he muttered, forehead dropping to yours. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

He started moving, his thrusts slow but deliberate, grinding into you just right. His hand slid up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple, making you arch into him.

“Look at you,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “So fucking pretty like this. Taking me so well.”

The praise sent heat flooding through you, and you clenched around him, making him groan. His pace faltered, his hips stuttering for a second before he caught himself.

“Shit,” he laughed breathlessly. “You keep doing that, I’m not gonna last.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” you teased, voice shaky.

His eyes darkened.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

Before you could blink, Seokjin was pulling out and scooping you up effortlessly. You yelped as he carried you, both of you still flushed and breathless, straight into the living room.

“The couch,” he muttered, his voice low and determined. “Need you on the couch.”

He set you down on the armrest first, kissing you hard and messy, his hands everywhere at once. Then he turned you around, guiding you forward until you were bent over the back of the couch, your chest pressed to the cushions.

“Fuck,” he groaned, running his hands over your ass, squeezing. “Look at you.”

You felt him press against you again, the head of his cock teasing along your entrance.

“Jin,” you whimpered, pushing back against him.

“Yeah, baby?” he teased, his voice smug and dripping with lust. “Need me that bad?”

You didn’t even have a chance to answer — he slammed into you in one smooth, deep thrust, and you moaned, your fingers gripping the couch cushions for dear life.

“God, you’re so tight,” Seokjin groaned, his voice wrecked. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he started thrusting hard and fast, each snap of his hips hitting deep and unforgiving. The angle had you seeing stars, your moans muffled against the cushions.

“You feel so good,” he panted, his voice rough and desperate. “Can’t get enough of you. Gonna ruin you, baby.”

You were already ruined.

His hand slid around to your front, fingers finding your clit. He circled it roughly, matching the pace of his thrusts, and your whole body tensed.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice low and raw. “Wanna feel you squeeze me again.”

You shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and blinding, leaving you trembling beneath him. Your walls clenched around him, and Seokjin groaned, his pace stuttering before he paused.

For a second, everything was quiet, just your heavy breathing and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

Then Seokjin laughed breathlessly, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“I think I broke us,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed, still too wrecked to move.

“Worth it.”

You barely caught your breath before Seokjin was at it again. He groaned as he pulled out of you, still hard despite the way both of you were wrecked and panting over the back of the couch.

“You good?” he asked, voice low, but his grin was anything but innocent.

You nodded, eyes hazy, lips swollen. “Yeah.”

He chuckled, kissing your shoulder before stepping back. “Not done with you yet.”

You barely processed his words before he was lifting you again — this time tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Jin!” you yelped, half-laughing, half-mortified.

He swatted your ass playfully. “Kitchen. Now.”

Your stomach flipped, and your core throbbed with anticipation.

He set you down on the cold countertop with a smug smirk. His hands slid up your thighs, parting them slowly as he stepped between them.

“You look so good like this,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you — deep, lazy, and possessive. His hands roamed, squeezing your waist, your hips, trailing up to your breasts.

“Jin,” you whimpered into his mouth, already squirming.

He pulled back, his eyes dark and hungry. “Yeah, baby?”

“Need you.”

His smirk widened. “Yeah? Need me how?”

You shot him a glare — which wasn’t very convincing, considering how wrecked you already looked.

“Stop teasing.”

His hand slid between your legs, fingers running through the mess he left there. He groaned, his pupils blown wide.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice thick. “Still so wet for me.”

You whimpered, hips jerking against his hand, but he pulled back, grabbing your thighs and dragging you closer to the edge of the counter.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, voice low and rough.

Before you could ask, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and lined himself up again.

The new angle was deep. The second he pushed in, you cried out, hands flying to grip his shoulders.

“Holy shit,” you gasped.

Seokjin groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he bottomed out in one smooth thrust. “Fuck — you feel so good. So tight.”

He didn’t waste time. His hips snapped forward, setting a brutal pace, and the sound of skin slapping echoed through the kitchen.

Your back arched against the cabinets, nails digging into his shoulders. “Jin — oh my God.”

His hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you still as he pounded into you. His other hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding — keeping you in place.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “All fucking mine.”

You moaned his name, thighs trembling.

“Say it,” he demanded, his hips hitting deeper, harder. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking. “Only yours. Fuck!”

He groaned, his thrusts faltering for half a second. “Fuck, baby. Gonna come —”

“Please,” you whimpered, feeling yourself teetering on the edge again. “Want you to fill me up.”

That was all it took.

Seokjin let out a low, broken moan, his hips snapping forward one last time as he came, his body shaking against yours. The feeling of him pulsing inside you tipped you over the edge again, and you followed, your vision going white as your orgasm crashed over you.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then Seokjin let out a breathless laugh, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“Okay,” he panted. “Now I’m done.”

You laughed weakly, still trying to catch your breath.

“Liar.”

He smirked against your skin. “Yeah. Give me ten minutes.”

You barely made it to the bathroom.

Seokjin carried you there, both of you breathless and laughing between messy kisses. He kicked the door shut behind him, lips still on yours, his hands wandering like he couldn’t stop touching you.

The second your back hit the cool tile, he pulled back just enough to turn on the shower. Warm water sprayed down almost instantly, misting around you both as he pushed you up against the wall.

“You’re insatiable,” you teased, voice breathless, but you were already wrapping your arms around his neck, dragging him closer.

He grinned, but his voice was low, rough with need. “You started it.”

His mouth crashed into yours, hot and desperate. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, no restraint left. The steam curled around you, making everything hazy, but all you could focus on was him: the way his hands were gripping your hips, the way his body pressed into yours, still hard.

“God, I can’t stop,” he muttered against your lips, almost like he was apologizing. “You feel too fucking good.”

His hand slid between your thighs, and you whimpered as his fingers found you still slick, still sensitive.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours. “So messy… all because of me.”

Your knees buckled, but he caught you easily, his free hand gripping your waist. His fingers teased you, spreading the wetness, and you gasped when he slid two fingers inside without warning.

“Jin, oh my God,” you moaned, head falling back against the tile, feeling like jelly.

“Yeah?” he rasped, pumping his fingers slowly. “You like that? Still so fucking tight.”

You clenched around him, and he groaned like you were killing him.

“Need you,” you gasped, hips rocking into his hand. “Need you inside me again.”

His eyes darkened, and he pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and desperate.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and rough.

You obeyed without thinking, your body already trembling with anticipation. Your palms pressed against the wet tile, your back arched, and you felt him step in behind you, his chest hot and slick against your back.

“Look at you,” he groaned, running his hands over your ass, squeezing hard. “So fucking perfect.”

You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, teasing — and then he slammed into you in one hard, deep thrust.

You cried out, your voice echoing in the shower. He didn’t give you a second to adjust, setting a brutal, sloppy pace right away. The sound of skin slapping filled the bathroom, mixed with his low groans and your broken moans.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “Making such a mess, baby.”

You whimpered, pressing your forehead to the tile. The angle had him hitting deep, every thrust leaving you breathless.

“Jin — I’m gonna —”

“Not yet,” he growled, grabbing your hips and pulling you back harder onto him. “I’m not done with you.”

Your legs were shaking, the water pouring down your bodies making everything slick and slippery. You were overstimulated, having already come multiple times. He was relentless, thrusting into you like he couldn’t get enough.

“Mine,” he groaned, his voice low and possessive. “All mine.”

You clenched around him at his words, and he let out a wrecked, broken moan.

“Fuck you like that?” he panted. “Like being mine?”

“Yes,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “Only yours.”

His pace stuttered for half a second, like the words hit him too hard. Then he growled, slamming into you even harder.

“Gonna fill you up again,” he groaned, voice strained. “You want that? Want me to fill you so full it drips out of you?”

“Please,” you whimpered, and that was all it took.

Seokjin let out a low, broken moan, his hips jerking as he came, his body trembling against yours. The feeling of him spilling inside you tipped you over the edge too — you cried out his name as your orgasm hit, your walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had.

You both sagged against the tile, completely wrecked and breathless.

For a second, the only sound was the water raining down on you.

Then Seokjin laughed — low, breathless, and warm.

“I think we’re gonna need another shower after this.”

You groaned, laughing weakly. “Worth it.”

He grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

“Round eight?”

"No! No more!"

He laughed.

-

The first thing you felt was warmth.

Not the sun, though soft sunset rays were peeking through the curtains, but Seokjin’s body wrapped around yours, holding you close like he was afraid you might disappear. His chest was warm and solid against your back, his arm draped lazily over your waist. His hand rested on your stomach, fingers splayed out like he needed to feel every part of you, even in sleep.

You stirred slightly, and his hold instinctively tightened, pulling you closer.

“Mmm, don’t move,” he mumbled, voice rough and low with sleep.

You smiled, eyes still closed, sinking back into the feeling of him. Your muscles were sore in the best way, but the ache was softened by the way Seokjin’s body curled protectively around yours like you were the best thing he’d ever touched.

“You awake?” you whispered, your voice hoarse from this morning.

He made a noise somewhere between a groan and a hum, nuzzling into your neck. His nose brushed your skin, and his lips followed, pressing a soft, lazy kiss to your shoulder.

“Barely,” he muttered. “Too comfy. You’re warm.”

“You’re a human furnace,” you murmured back, but you didn’t dare pull away.

He laughed softly, his voice rumbling against your skin. “Yeah, but you like it.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

For a moment, the two of you just laid there, tangled together in the sheets, the world outside feeling distant and unimportant. His thumb rubbed slow, absentminded circles on your stomach.

After a while, he broke the silence.

“You okay?” His voice was quieter now, more serious.

You turned slightly, enough to meet his eyes. They were soft, still a little hazy from sleep, but there was something else there too, something tender and vulnerable, like he needed to make sure you were really okay after everything.

“I’m good,” you said softly, and you meant it. “Really good.”

His face relaxed into a smile, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Yeah?”

You nodded, reaching up to brush a piece of messy hair off his forehead. “Yeah.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before he caught your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm.

“Good,” he murmured. “You were… God, you were amazing last night. And this morning.”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks, but you laughed softly. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Kim.”

He grinned, but the playful glint faded into something softer as his thumb traced along your knuckles.

“I meant it,” he said quietly. “You’re mine.”

Your heart did a slow, syrupy flip in your chest.

“I’m yours,” you whispered back, and his smile turned downright radiant.

For a second, he just stared at you like you hung the stars. Then, slowly, he leaned in and kissed you, soft and lingering, the kind of kiss that felt more like a promise than anything else.

When he finally pulled back, he sighed, but it was a happy sound.

“Okay, as much as I want to stay like this forever… we probably need to eat before we die.”

You laughed, snuggling into his chest. “I’m too comfortable to move.”

“Guess I’m carrying you again,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Don’t you dare.”

He laughed, full and bright. “Come on, let me take care of you. You deserve it after — well, everything.”

You pretended to think. “Breakfast in bed?”

“Done.”

“Pancakes?”

“Obviously.”

You smirked. “With strawberries and whipped cream?”

He groaned dramatically. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stuttered, and for a second, you weren’t sure if he realized what he just said.

But he didn’t take it back. He just smiled, soft and a little shy, his cheeks tinged pink.

“I’m lucky too,” you said quietly, and the way his face lit up made you feel weightless.

[yoonia]

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⇝— updated: Jan 10th, 2025 ⇝— fic archive 2016-2019 .｡.✰ ⇝— work in progress & writing schedule .｡.✰

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About Time (Time Leap!au, Soulmate!au) | Jungkook x reader x Jimin (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | Be careful of what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

The Bedroom Hymns (a Bluebeard tale's twist; fairytale retelling au, fairy prince!yoongi, princess!reader, soulmate!au) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | Haunted by the questions about your father’s past and the dark tales that seem to follow him, the thousand mysterious doors and the secrets waiting for you to reveal, and the mysterious Prince that has been following your shadows between realms, you are off to a new adventure in the Land Far Far Away.    ↪ Chapter masterlist

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In Motion (Masturbation Club!au) | Jungkook x reader | ✿ ♡ ✓ ➛ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

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Slow Dancing (M) - Jungkook x reader; Namjoon x reader | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; soulmate!au, second chances!au ⇢ When fate has some tricks hidden in its sleeve      ↪ Chapter List 

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Ravished By Two (M) - Seokjin x reader x Namjoon | ✿ ♡ one-shot; werewolves!au; polyamorous!au | 5k words ⇢ Mated to your Alphas mean that you have to submit to their every need

Threads (M) - Yoongi x reader; Namjoon x reader | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; slice of life!au; one-sided love!au; arranged relationship!au; 7k words ⇢ When life throws you a curve ball, leaving you with dark secrets to bury

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Bad Things (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; brothel!au; street fighter!yoongi; sex worker/escort!reader; past lovers!au; 14k words ⇢ He always comes to you when he needs you to douse his flame, not knowing that he is keeping yours alight with his touch

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Two Steps Behind (or Ahead?) (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; friends with benefit!au, modern royal!au, modern fantasy!au; The Bedroom Hymns: alternate version; 2k words⇢ He refuse to give up showing you what being soulmates really mean

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𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

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✎ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 ● A Night With You | ✿ ♡ (implied) mini drabble; boyfriend!Chanyeol ⇢ A glimpse of the nights you spend with him

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You Are My Crush, I Got A Crush On You

Summary: Namjoon's clumsiness causes you to make a soup and an unexpected snowstorm causes you to stay the night. What could possibly happen when you are left alone to spend a night in the same house as your crush?

Word Count: 8.4K

Paring: Namjoon/Reader (Seokjin is also a minor character and there is a flashback that includes all the boys)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!

Tags: PWP, reader is Jin's little sister, Namjoon's clumsiness strikes again, Yoongi locking himself out of the studio strikes again, mention of Seventeen though they aren't characters in this, Reader has a crush on Jihoon (same) flirting, POV switch, playful banter, flashbacks, stuck in a snow storm, slight fluff, mentions of boners, smut, porn, hinting of female masturbation, male masturbation, jerking off, blowjobs, hand jobs, cum swallowing, poor Joon is so pent up, mentions of eating pussy but no actual eating pussy

Authors Note: This has been on my mind for far too long and there have definitely been a lack of Namjoon fics in the fandom so I decided to finally sit down and write this. Also it's purely self indulgent because yes I have a big crush on Namjoon and also Jihoon from SVT. Thank you for reading and I do have a part two planned just once again I have to get the motivation to sit down and write it LOL.

Normally workouts make you feel good, strong and powerful

But today’s workout made you feel like your body was a block of solid cement.

You walked out of your workout class pushing your sweaty hair back the best you could while searching through your overcrowded gym bag for your car keys.

Once you finally found them at the very bottom of your bag and slid into your car you let out a weary sigh.

All you wanted to do was go home, shower, sit on the couch, and do nothing for the rest of the day, however, you knew as important as it was to move your body, it was also important to fuel your body and your lackluster groceries would not get you through the next couple of days, so a quick grocery run it is.

Lucky for you, the grocery store was only a six-minute drive from the gym, so you cranked up your pump-up playlist and put the car in drive.

Right as you stopped at a red light, the song that was playing was cut off by a loud ringing. You stared at your car display to see that your older brother was calling you.

You were instantly worried. He never called you for anything unless it was an emergency so you turned down the volume and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up is everything okay?” You asked slightly panicked as you made a left turn and flipped your visor down so the sun didn’t blind you as you drove.

“Hello to you too my dear sister.” He said, his voice smooth and teasing which caused you to roll your eyes.

“You only call when something is seriously wrong. So what happened?” You repeated as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel.

“I can’t call my sister and want to chat?” He asked as you rolled your eyes again.

“No Jinnie you usually don’t so sorry for me thinking you were in danger. Now what’s up? If you don’t answer I’m going to hang up on you. I’m busy driving to the grocery store and you did interrupt one of my favorite songs.”

He laughs as you huff.

“And what song would that be hmm. If you say a Seventeen song I’m going to be the one hanging up on you.”

“What do you want Jin.” You interrupt because okay yes. You were listening to a Seventeen song.

“My sister. My only sister listening to another band besides mine. Wow, I’m hurt.” He teases as you pull into the grocery store parking lot.

“Jin I know you didn’t call me to tease me about my wonderful music taste now what do you want?” You asked throwing the car in park and gathering your things.

“Wonderful? Which one of Jihoon’s masterpieces was it this time?” He asked as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel again in impatience.

“Jin I’m serious I just got out of a workout class and I still need to get groceries. I just want to go home and shower so please cut to the point of this call.” You whine as you hear him laugh.

“Grocery store! Perfect that’s what I was calling about anyway.” He says and you can almost hear him grin over the phone.

“I’m not buying you groceries if that’s what you asking about..” You argue.

“No that’s not it. Can you make some dumpling soup tonight? I kind of need it.” He says as you cock an eyebrow.

“You don’t sound sick Jinnie.” You say suspiciously.

“Oh no it’s not for me. Well, I’m going to have some of course but it’s for Namjoon.”

Namjoon

Oh.

Your heart began to beat wildly as Jin explained.

“So he stepped right instead of left and almost smacked into Jungkook. He ended up on the floor with a swollen wrist and ankle. He’s been at home for the last six days pouting because the company doesn’t want him to do anything at all until he is healed.”

“Soup won’t heal a sprain Jin.” You remind him pulling up your phone to add the ingredients for the soup to your list.

“I know but I was hoping it would make him less grumpy. He’s being a major baby right now trying to do everything on his own and I figured the soup would make him feel better. But I want none of that online recipe stuff I want you to make Eomma’s recipe.” Jin explains.

“Okay fine but on one condition.” You say as you mentally plan everything out.

“Which is?” Jin asks.

“I bring it to him.”

You can already hear Jin’s whining but you cut him off.

“No. No way Jinnie! You are going to have me make this soup and you're going to drop it to Namjoon and take all the credit like you always do. This soup takes hours no way am I going to let you take credit for it.” You say as you disconnect the Bluetooth in your car and hold the phone to your ear as you exit to grab your reusable bags from the back.

“I wasn’t going to do that!” He protests.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine you can bring it to him and eat with us. I guess. God, you are so dramatic sometimes you know.” He says still whining as you bite your lip.

“You do know I haven’t forgotten when I spent all night making chocolate cupcakes for your comeback and you took all the credit for them.” You remind him as you close your trunk and lock the car.

“That was ages ago! Forgive and Forget and all that crap.” He says as you let out a laugh.

“Never Jinnie. Now I’ll text you when it’s done and you will text me his address got it.”

After much whining Jin agrees and when you hang up the phone there is a bounce in your step as you enter the grocery store armed with reusable bags and a vision.

---

Three Years Ago…

You had cleaned the entire house for Jin. You knew he would be having the boys back here after the award show and the second you walked in your eyes nearly fell out of your head when you saw how downright gross it was.

After over an hour of cleaning, you began to prep the food for them. Nothing too crazy as most of it was catered in but you still managed to make a cheese platter and a fruit tray as the award show was playing in the background.

When BTS won you cheered and danced around the kitchen, your eyes happily falling to the TV and pride bloomed in your chest when you saw Jin and the others walk up to the stage.

However, your eyes didn’t stay on your brother for too long as they drifted to Namjoon and you bit your lip. God did he ever look good in his tight-fitted clothes, with his hair pushed back and a slow sweet smile on his face as he let Jungkook take the award.

Your crush on Namjoon started way before their award days, it started when Jin called your parents and told them he was signed on to a company and was going to be a K-pop idol. A week later he let you and your parents come down to the dorm to meet the other boys and your eyes landed on Namjoon.

Tall, Lanky with a slow easy smile he shook both your parent’s hands and when he shot you a wink you nearly melted to the floor.

But nothing ever came from it.

You were always Jin's little sister and he was Namjoon. The boys got busy, your life got busy and you hardly saw them unless it was at performances and even then you never got a moment alone with Namjoon though he was always polite and pleasant to you.

Tonight would be the first time you would be alone with them in years and you were feeling both a mix of nerves and excitement.

Hours later the food had arrived and you were just finishing setting everything up when the door banged open and you heard seven different voices talking at once as you smoothed down your sweater and tried to look busy in the kitchen.

“WE DID IT!” Jin called out as he rounded the corner and wrapped you in a one-armed hug that had you smiling up at him.

“Thanks for cleaning and getting everything set up! Take some food before you go yeah?” He said as Taehyung smacked Jin’s shoulder and clicked his tongue.

“She came over, cleaned your dirty place got everything set up and you're sending her away? No way! She parties with us tonight. Champagne?” He asked you with a playful smile on his lips Jin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he began piling food on his plate as the others followed suit.

An hour later you were sitting on the couch next to Jin and Hoseok as the boys replayed the night for you. They were a little bit more than tipsy but you were feeling just buzzed as you cut yourself off at one drink.

You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of them

Especially not in front of Namjoon.

So you took your time sipping your champagne that probably cost more than your rent as you listened to them tell the story.

“Then after we won the award Mingyu came up and hugged us. Well, almost all of Seventeen did which was super cool but because there are so many of them it was like we were being mobbed.” Jungkook said with a cute bunny smile.

Your eyes shifted to Jin as he grinned at you mischievously.

“Don’t you dare Jin” You warned under your breath as he grinned and the others fell silent.

“We should have asked Jihoon to come back and celebrate with us.” He teased as you nudged him hard making him almost spill his drink.

“Wait why?” Jimin asked eying you both as you shot Jin a death glare.

“My dear sister here has the biggest fattest crush on him. You’d think having a brother in BTS would make her more loyal.” He teases as you put your drink down to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

You knew you were blushing, you knew the tips of your ears were red as the boys all giggled around you.

“It’s not about loyalty! I just think he’s very smart and talented and I like his music, their music so sue me!” You argued back as Jin threw his head back and laughed.

“So that’s why you had posters of him on your wall...because you admire his talent?” Jin teases wiggling his eyebrows as you try to pinch his arm but he dodges out of the way.

“It would be weird to have a poster of you on my wall and you know it Jinnie!” You say sweetly back shooting him daggers with your eyes

“We could set this up you know,” Taehyung said as he sipped his drink, his eyebrow cocked in mischievousness that made your stomach turn.

“No no! Stop I don’t want my baby sister dating Jihoon. Or any K-pop idol! It was a joke!” Jin scolds as the others laugh and now take their turn to tease him.

“You were the one to bring up the crush!” Jungkook reminds.

“Jihoon is very talented you have good taste.” Yoongi teases with a wink and you blush wildly.

Everyone thinks Yoongi looks like Jihoon so the comment makes you smile.

“I happen to share a birthday with Joshua I’m sure he and I could get the ball rolling.” Taehyung teases as Jin throws his hands out.

“No! Guys! She’s not dating any K-pop idol thank you very much. She’s my baby sister I don’t even want to think about her dating at all!”

“I mean I could call Mingyu. He’s tall and handsome I’m sure he would be honored to help.” Jungkook chimes in as the room erupts in laughter.

“No no! Don’t encourage her! We are supposed to protect her not throw her to the wolves!” Jin argues.

“Come on they are all nice!” Hoseok chimes in as he raises his glass to you in silent cheers and you can’t help but grin.

“I agree with Jin. We shouldn’t.” Came Namjoon’s diplomatic voice as you turned to him and he was staring at you with such intensity it made you swallow hard.

The room fell silent as Namjoon spoke and your eyes widened as he reached for his drink and spread his legs wider showing off his thick thighs in those damn dress pants that you loved so much.

“She’s been ours since day one. We don’t share. Seventeen can find their own good luck charm.” He says, successfully ending the conversation with a sip of his drink.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and teasing at the other’s expense thank god and as you make your way to the kitchen to refill your glass, this time with water Namjoon joins you.

“Need a refill?” You ask as you try to calm your shaking hands as you hear the other erupt into loud giggles in the other room.

You had never been alone with Namjoon in a room before and it was making your skin prickle and your heart pound.

“Yeah, maybe just some water.” He says smoothly holding his glass out to you as you fill it.

“I meant what I said earlier you know. You’re ours. We don’t share.” He then does something that takes your breath away.

He tilts the glass to his mouth and takes a slow swallow and you watch as his throat bobs and you grip the counter.

When he removes the cup from his lips he shoots you a wink, the same wink you saw all those years ago except now he is tall and buff from all that working out and his chest is straining behind the fabric of his tight shirt and it takes everything in you not to jump him right here and now.

“Joon! While you are in there get us the chips!” Hoseok calls out as Namjoon immediately steps away and you can’t help but notice the blush staining his cheeks.

He reaches above your head for the cupboard that the chips are in as you inhale his expensive cologne.

“God you smell so good.” You mutter out before you can stop yourself.

His eyes flick to yours and a small smile appears on his lips.

“You do too baby.” He says before shooting you a smile that shows off those dimples and turning to join the boys in the living room, giving you space to catch your breath.

---

Namjoon was miserable.

He was stuck at home with nowhere to go and nothing to do and he couldn’t even leave his damn couch because of his ankle.

He was tired and bored. So incredibly bored.

Normally a healthy male who was home alone and bored would jerk off but he was unable to do even that due to his damn clumsiness.

His right wrist was still swollen and the doctors told him no activity using that hand for two weeks which meant he had to learn how to do everything with his other hand which made him feel even more clumsy and stupid.

Three days in, he tried jerking off with his left hand but the whole thing was messy and uncoordinated and left him more frustrated than before so he just gave up.

Namjoon tried to pay attention to the TV and not to the fact he had not jerked off in almost a week. If he even thought about his cock he knew he would get hard and it would probably never go down.

Lucky for him his phone rang to save him from his thoughts and he saw Jin’s face on the display.

He turned down his TV and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up Jin?” He asked with a smile

“How are you holding up Joon? Climbing the walls in boredom yet?” Jin asked.

“Almost. Yoongi hung up on me an hour ago because I wanted him to walk me through the song he was working on because I was so bored. I think I asked him too many questions and he got annoyed.” Namjoon pouted as Jin laughed.

“Well I have a solution to the boredom and to make you feel better. I’m a genius I know.” Jin boasted.

“I think you have to tell me what it is before you can call yourself a genius.” Namjoon pointed out as he shifted on the couch so his arm was propped up better and put Jin on speaker.

“Well you see growing up whenever I was sick my eomma would make dumpling soup to make me feel better,” Jin explains.

“I’m not sick though. I don’t think a hurt wrist is the same as a common cold.” Namjoon points out as Jin lets out a long drawn-out sigh.

“You and my sister are so similar it’s scary you know that.” He points out as Namjoon straightens up on the couch.

“What does this have to do with your sister?” He asks trying to keep his voice steady.

“Well, I called her and she just so happened to be at the grocery store so I asked her very politely if she could make some soup. Her one objection was she had to be the one to bring it because she thought I would take all the credit. How rude right? Just because of those cupcakes ages ago….”

Namjoon was no longer listening as a memory as clear as day came into focus.

Alone with you in Jin’s kitchen

Caging you in

Flirting with you

The way you blushed

The way you told him he smelled good.

How you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“So we are going to come by and drop it off tonight. And she’s coming to eat with us. Sorry.” Jin said snapping Namjoon from his thoughts.

“Uh yeah. Yeah sure.” Namjoon stammered as he felt his cock start to thicken from under his sweatpants.

Well fuck.

“I’m going to come over early and clean a bit sounds good?” Jin asked as Namjoon ran a shaky hand through his hair trying his best to focus on the conversation and not on how quickly his cock hardened at the thought of you.

“Yeah sure Jin. Sounds good.” He says not even listening to Jin anymore as his thoughts run wild.

“Don’t get up and try to do it yourself Namjoon I’m serious the company will kill you if you get hurt again!” Jin scolds as Namjoon lets out a small huff.

“I’m okay Jin. I’m not that bad.” He reminds as Jin lets out a laugh.

“Sure Joon.” He says voice dripping with obvious sarcasm.

“I’m going to shower and I’ll be there in an hour to clean okay? If I find you off that couch cleaning there will be hell to pay.” He reminds as they both say their goodbyes and hang up the phone

Namjoon looks down at his cock, hard and leaking in his sweats and he lets out a weary sigh. He only had an hour until Jin came over, he only had god knows how long until you came over so Namjoon did what he had to do. He clumsily pushed down his sweatpants and jerked off his cock with his left hand trying his best not to think about you and the crush he has had on you for years.

---

By the time the soup was done and you had loaded it into your car the drive was the least of your worries.

You had changed your clothes at least three different times and tried your best to mix looking cute, but also not like you were trying too hard into one outfit.

You followed the GPS and took your time driving down the quiet streets towards Namjoon’s place.

By the time you arrived, you were even more nervous as you parked your car and blew out a shaky breath.

It was just Namjoon. He was kind, patient and charming. This was not a date. This was a friend dropping off soup for another friend. That was it.

The door opened as Jin came out to greet you and he grabbed the soup from the backseat as you gathered your purse and slung it over your shoulder.

Jin entered like he owned the place but you were more careful and shy as you slowly took off your shoes at the front door and headed inside, almost immediately soothed by the scent of Namjoon everywhere.

You found Jin in the kitchen placing the soup on the stove and turning it on to heat it and your eyes fell on Namjoon who was lounging on the couch scrolling his phone.

His hair was short and messy in an endearing kind of way and he was wearing a soft green sweater and sweatpants that made you swallow hard.

God, did this man have to look good in everything?

He finally looked up and his mouth curled into a smile as he greeted you, eyes crinkling and dimples poking out as he raised his good arm in a wave.

“Grab us bowls will you the soup is almost heated,” Jin asked as he stood in the kitchen stirring the soup with one hand on his hip.

“I-uh.” You stammered as you didn’t want to intrude and go through Namjoon’s stuff.

He shot you another smile.

“It’s okay you can put your coat anywhere and the bowls are in the cupboard on the left, near the sink. The spoons are in the drawer right under and Jin remember, she doesn’t practically live here like you do. She has manners.” Namjoon teases as you grin and get to work taking off your coat.

---

By the time the soup is ladled into bowls and Jin has told Namjoon for the third time to sit down and stop trying to help, you are more than ready to eat as Jin hands Namjoon a bowl and a stack of at least fifty napkins and sits on the couch next to him leaving you to sit in the armchair on the other side.

You don’t mind though as the armchair has a cozy throw blanket that you immediately throw on your lap and snuggle into.

You let the boys talk and get caught up as you eat your soup. You are more than happy to just listen and not add much to the conversation as you find Namjoon’s place soothing and comfy and you take your time looking around and letting their soft voices fade into the background.

Just as you all finish eating Jin’s phone rings and he frowns when he sees the display.

Without a word he puts his now empty bowl on the coffee table and answers it, leaving the room and heading down the hallway to get some privacy.

“Any idea what that’s about?” Namjoon asks as you shake your head and try to strain your ears to listen in.

“Secret girlfriend?” You ask as Namjoon’s lip twitches and he shakes his head.

“Not that I know of.”

“Hmm.”

“What about you?” Namjoon asks as your eyes snap back to his and you can feel your cheeks heat up as you fiddle with the blanket.

“Are you asking if I have a secret girlfriend?” You tease playfully as Namjoon grins.

“A secret girlfriend, boyfriend, whoever. I don’t judge.” He says honestly as you hear footsteps coming and you both look up to see Jin hanging up the call and grabbing his coat from the kitchen table.

“Woah where are you off to in a rush?” Namjoon asks as Jin pockets his phone and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yoongi called me. He locked himself out of his studio. Again. And he tried the password so many times that now he needs the master key. I swear to god he’s as bad as you Namjoon.” Jin huffs as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his coat and zips it up.

“Um excuse me I have never locked myself out of the studio thank you,” Namjoon replies smartly as you stifle a small giggle.

“Yes, but you are sitting on the couch with a hurt ankle and wrist so…” His voice trails off as he shrugs.

“Listen I hate to do this but I have to help Yoongi so are you able to help Namjoon? Clean the kitchen for him and help him to bed?” Jin asks as your eyes bulge and Namjoon remains silent on the couch.

“I can take care of myself hyung,” Namjoon says in a small voice as you feel your cheeks heat up and images flash through your mind of Namjoon unable to do things such as brushing his teeth or changing into sleep clothes.

And if you have to help him with those things

Oh god.

“Namjoon please just accept our help. Her help. Sorry to do this to you but he’s our leader and we need him back as soon as possible. I’m tired of being in control of everything. Do what she says Joon. I’m serious. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

With that he gathers his things and leaves you both alone in the silence of Namjoon's house.

The air feels thick with tension and you swallow hard as you remember the last time you were with Namjoon.

He stares at you and you flush under his heated gaze as you quickly stand from the couch and gather the bowls and spoons bringing them to the kitchen to begin to clean.

---

Namjoon couldn’t believe his luck.

This was the first time in a very long time he was alone with you and that thought alone made his heart skip.

He watched as you moved around his kitchen with ease. No longer the nervous shy girl who was there before but now you acted as if you knew where everything was and you looked so at home in Namjoon’s kitchen that it made him think thoughts that he knew Jin would kill him for.

Like how nice it would be for him to come home after a long day and have you cook for him

How nice it would be to put his arm around you and pull you into his side.

How nice it would be to rip down your leggings and fuck you against the kitchen table.

Namjoon grits his teeth and tried to look anywhere else but your ass as you leaned down to look for take-out containers to store the leftover food in.

His cock was rapidly thickening and he cursed himself for not being able to jerk off earlier as he still felt clumsy and foreign using his left hand.

“Joon where are your containers?” You ask sweetly as Namjoon grabs a pillow to cover his aching hard-on and lets you know they are one cupboard over from where you were looking.

You hum to yourself as you clean the kitchen and Namjoon recognizes the song right away as a song by Seventeen.

Yes, he had kept a closer eye on them and their activities since that night Jin admitted your crush.

He felt protective of you that was all.

By the time the kitchen was clean Namjoon’s dick had softened and you grabbed for your coat.

“Wait where are you going?” He asked from the couch as he put his phone down and stared at you with a small pout he knew would make you melt.

“I-I mean I made you dinner, I cleaned, I-I thought Jin was kidding about the helping you into bed stuff?” You say as you shift from foot to foot.

“You cooked and cleaned for me and have been amazing. I’m not going to kick you out that would be rude. You can stay if you want. I don’t mind.” He says as you shoot him a nervous smile.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” You ask but he can tell you like the idea as you are already sliding off your coat and putting it back where you found it.

“You made me dinner. I owe you. Come sit we can hang out.��

You smile as Namjoon pats the couch next to him and you curl up as if it is the most natural thing in the world.

Once you both decide on a movie and you help Namjoon put it on because he is still clumsy with his left hand you throw a blanket over you both and Namjoon grins at you.

“You can move closer you know. I’m not going to bite.” He teases as you nod and slowly but carefully move closer to him.

Namjoon lets out a small laugh and takes control as he positions your body so you are leaning your head on his chest and his arm is around you.

“Mmm, that’s better.” He says as the movie starts and he hopes and prays you can’t feel how hard his heart is hammering under his sweater.

So many nights he dreamed of you being in this position. In his arms, cozy, comfortable and safe and now that he has it he prays it will never end.

---

Did Namjoon pick a movie that was long so he could have you in his arms longer?

Maybe.

By the time the movie is done, it is way past ten and when you check your phone your face crumples into a frown.

“What is it? What’s up?” Namjoon asks as you slip from his embrace and he misses your heat immediately.

You don’t answer him and instead make your way to the window where you pull the curtain and groan when you see the world has been covered in a thick layer of snow.

“When the hell did it start snowing?” Namjoon asks as he stretches his arms above his head and fumbles for his phone to check the weather.

“My app said it’s supposed to snow all night into tomorrow. Shit driving is going to be a nightmare I better start my car.” You announced as you fish in your purse for your keys.

“Spend the night here. You can’t drive in this.” Namjoon says as he watches as you pause and the cutest blush coats your cheeks.

God he loves when he flusters you.

“I-I mean making food for you is one thing but spending the night?” You stammer looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Come on it’s safer this way. I can’t have you driving in this and Jin would kill me if I did let you drive in this. I have spare rooms. Spend the night.” Namjoon almost pleads.

“Maybe I should call Jin to make sure it’s okay with him? I’m okay with it I just…. he’s my brother you know- I don’t want to- you know.” You say as you run a hand through your hair and still look all flustered.

God if Namjoon wasn’t hurt he would get off this couch right now and assure you it was more than okay by pinning you to the wall and kissing you,

“Call him and see what he says. I really don’t mind though.” He offers as you shoot him a small smile and leave down the hall to make the phone call.

Namjoon does his best to tidy things up while he waits for you to come back.

He hopes and prays that Jin comes to his senses and lets you stay.

Not that he controls you but Jin could be very protective of his sister sometimes and Namjoon gets that.

But that doesn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in his stomach when you come back and tell him that Jin liked the idea and was glad that you would be staying because you could take care of Namjoon and you wouldn’t be driving in this storm.

“Come on let me show you the bedroom. I’ll loan you some clothes too.” He says as he gingerly gets up from the couch and hobbles over to you, slightly limping.

“Oh god, should you be walking? Should we just sleep out here?” You ask panicked as Namjoon chuckles low in his throat.

“I can’t walk long distances but I can walk. Just don’t mind that I hobble like an old man.”

You crack a smile.

“Well come on old man show me my room.”

---

You stare at the clothes Namjoon picked out for you and you bite your lip.

He gifted you with one of his tee shirts that was plain white and would be so large on you that it would be a dress.

It was kind of him to also give you PJ bottoms but you knew they would never fit you anyway so you opted for just the top.

You peeked out the window to see the snow falling hard and fast and you gulped when you realized you would have to face Namjoon wearing only his shirt because you promised to meet him in his bathroom so he could give you a spare toothbrush.

You felt blush coat your cheeks as you recalled the phone conversation with Jin.

He told you that you MUST stay with Namjoon tonight because no way in hell would you be driving in an unexpected snowstorm.

He was spending the night in Yoongi’s studio because he got trapped there during the storm and didn’t feel comfortable driving.

“Well, I’m glad it’s Namjoon. He will take good care of you and keep you safe. He’s a good guy like that.”

Jin’s words echoed through your mind as you padded across the floor in your socks and slowly cracked open the door.

You made your way down the hall and saw Namjoon already standing at the sink in no shirt and workout shorts.

Well fuck.

His back was wide and perfectly muscled and you felt your throat go dry when his eyes found yours in the mirror.

The smirk on his face let you know he knew you were staring.

Well. Fuck.

“Thank you for the clothes. I didn’t bother with the pants I didn’t think they would fit.” You say softly as you enter the bathroom and stand next to him, already grabbing the spare toothbrush and trying your best not to stare too hard at his defined chest as you put toothpaste on the brush.

“Mm, no problem. You look good in my clothes.” He teases as you both get to work brushing your teeth and you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the handsome man next to you.

Once teeth were brushed and everything was put away you turn to Namjoon.

“Again thank you for letting me stay. I appreciate it Namjoon. I’m going to be honest I’m scared to drive in the snow so you saved me in more ways than one.” You admit with a shy smile.

“I’m always happy to help. As I said before you are ours. We take care of what is ours.”

You feel your stomach turn and your heart pound under his shirt as you stare up into his beautiful face.

Your eyes flick down to his lips and you wonder what it would be like to taste them. To push him against the bathroom sink and devour him.

“Goodnight.” He says softly as you snap out of your thoughts and nod at him before leaving the bathroom and heading back to your room.

Your heart is pounding.

Your body is thrumming with a need that cannot be ignored any longer.

You hop on the bed, slide under the covers and slide your hands between your legs.

---

Namjoon is hard

Achingly, embarrassingly hard

And the thing won’t fucking go away.

He’s been staring at the ceiling for the past hour trying to get his body to calm down, to go to sleep and to stop being so goddamn horny.

But his cock is hard and leaking and his balls ache and he lost count of how many times he let out a frustrated groan.

He thought about everything he could that would make his cock soften but it seemed tonight was the night his body was fighting back and he was still hard as a rock and frustrated as the night went on.

It didn’t help that he knew you were just down the hall, wearing nothing but his shirt which thank god you didn’t notice the instant boner he got just from you walking into the bathroom only wearing that.

Fuck you looked so good in his clothes.

It drove him insane.

Namjoon pushed off the covers as his body felt too hot, too wound tight and he shucked off his shorts for good measure letting his hard cock smack against his stomach.

He tried to jerk off with his right hand but the pain in his wrist was too much and after a minute or two he had to stop.

He thought about flipping over and humping the bed like a horny teenager but honestly, that would involve him propping himself up on his arms which he was unable to do because of his wrist.

God damn this was frustrating.

The wind howled outside and he craned his neck to see it was still snowing. He hoped it would be a massive snowstorm. Enough to leave you inside with him long enough for him to make a move, to do something, to say something.

Namjoon was about to give up and turn off the lamp so he could hump the mattress like a horny teenager when there was a knock at the door.

With his good hand, he pulled his shorts up and scrambled to cover himself with the blankets his cock twitching as he knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the door.

“C-Come in,” he called out as you slowly opened the door and stood there, hair messed, eyes wide and only wearing his shirt.

You were a vision.

“Sorry did I wake you?” You asked pulling his shirt down further as Namjoon sat up against his headboard and made sure to bunch the blankets so you couldn’t see the tent from his hard-on.

“Nah I couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded still standing at the door unmoving.

“What’s up? Jin didn’t ask you to check to see if I’m getting enough sleep did he?” Namjoon joked as you shot him a soft small smile and seemed to shake off some of your nerves.

You obviously came here for a reason and Namjoon hoped it was the same reason he was thinking.

“I couldn’t sleep either. Your house is beautiful Joon don’t get me wrong. But it’s also kind of spooky at night.”

“Want Koya to keep you safe?” He asks as he reaches beside him to hold up the giant Koya plush he received ages ago that now has a permanent spot on his bed.

You smile.

“I was thinking you could keep me safe. Nothing against Koya of course.”

Namjoon smiles and pats the bed beside him.

“Come here I’ll keep you safe.”

He gleefully watches as you close his door and slowly walk over to him. Up close he can see your nipples pebble through his shirt and he realizes you don’t sleep with a bra on.

His cock gives an interested twitch and he grimaces when he feels precum ooze over the head of his cock.

“Thanks, Joon. I’m sorry I’m not usually a baby like this. I just don’t like storms of any kind.” You admit as you slide under the covers.

“It’s okay I get that.” He says softly as you bury your face into his bare chest and he feels you wrap your bare legs around him.

This makes the whole thing so much better but also worse because now his cock is absolutely throbbing between his legs and all he can think about is fucking you.

You both lapse into silence as the storm rages outside. The wind is howling and the snow is falling and Namjoon holds you tight and stokes your hair and admires just how good you look in his arms.

“Namjoon?” Your voice comes out small and when he looks down you aren’t looking up at him, instead your eyes are locked on his cock which is achingly hard and clearly tenting the bedsheets.

“You’re hard.” You point out as Namjoon closes his eyes and feels his body heat up in embarrassment.

Fuck it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“I uh-please don’t think I’m a pervert or anything I just- it’s been awhile and with my wrist I can’t and- fuck I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.” He stammers closing his eyes tight.

“Let me take care of it.” You say after a solid minute of him rambling.

His eyes pop open, his cock twitches again and he stares at you with wide eyes and lips parted.

“Please Joon. You let me spend the night. You protected me from the storm it’s the least I can do.”

---

You wanted to laugh at the look on Namjoon’s face after you offered to take care of his obvious hard-on.

The poor guy looked like he had been hit on the head with the dazed look he was giving you.

“I’m sorry repeat that? I think I misheard you.” He says mouth still gaping open.

You don’t bother to repeat what you said, you know he heard you so instead you bring your hands down to the covers and stroke his hard cock, feeling the thickness and girth against your palm.

“Holy fuck.” Namjoon hisses as he scrunches his eyes up in pleasure and grips the sheets tight.

“Can I see you Joonie? I think I can do better without all these blankets.” You ask as his teeth bite into his lip and before you have a chance to remove the covers he grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss.

The second his lips meet yours you melt into his arms as he kisses you with such passion and heat that it makes your core throb as if you didn’t get off to the thought of him an hour ago.

His hand tangles into your bed head and he pulls you closer, kissing you as if he can’t get enough as if he had been holding back just as much as you have.

'“God I’ve wanted to do that forever.” he mutters against your mouth.

“Me too. Fuck Joon I want you so bad you have no idea.” You whine as you pepper kisses against his jawline and down his neck.

“Me too but I think you do have an idea how bad I want you.”

You giggled and slowly peeled off the blankets to expose his body to your eyes.

You took in his miles of golden skin and the way his stomach was tensing under your heated gaze. When your eyes fell onto his hard cock you nearly gasped as you saw it straining against the front of his gym shorts.

He was huge

“Holy fuck you are huge Joon.” You say taking your time to run a finger down the length of his cock which has him groaning and his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You c-can’t say shit like that to me I’m serious.” He warns as you slowly peel down his shorts so his cock is freed and smacks against his toned stomach.

“And why not? It’s a complement you know.” You coo as you bring your hand to circle his cock and give him long slow strokes as his thighs twitch and he bites into his lip hard.

“Listen on any other day I say sure go for it I’m all for dirty talk. But I haven’t been able to… not since…and it’s you are you’re hot… and I-”

You take your hand off his cock and a high whine leaves his lips as his eyes snap open and look at you.

“Why… Don’t. No. Don’t stop.” He cries out as he uses his left hand to grab your wrist to bring it back to his length.

“Use your words Joon or I won’t continue.” You say sitting back on your heels and taking in the wrecked man in front of you.

“God this is so embarrassing.” He replies ducking his head.

“I haven’t been able to... Since the accident and I’m really fucking horny right now and I’ve wanted you for ages and now you have your hand on my cock and your talking dirty to me and I don’t want to cum too early you know?”

You stare at him in silence so he continues to babble.

“Usually this isn’t a problem I promise but when it’s been over a week since…. you know…it becomes a problem.”

He finally stops babbling to stare at you with wide eyes and a blush that is now staining his cheeks.

“Joonie I don’t care how long you last. I want to make you feel good. That’s all. Let me take care of you.” You say softly as you once again circle his cock and give him slow careful strokes.

“Fuck that feels so- fuck.” He grits out as you continue to work him.

The ache between your legs is growing but you ignore it for now as you try your best to focus on him and his pleasure.

You decide to take it up a notch as you slowly lay down on the bed and begin to press hot kisses to the base of his cock making his eyes fly open and a strangled moan leave his lips.

You take your time kissing up his heated shaft and when you get to the top you deliver small licks to the head of his cock getting used to the taste of him before you swallow him down.

Namjoon is a mess above you. His good hand grabs at your hair to push it away from your face and the growls and moans he lets out are making you wetter than you had ever been as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to move up and down on his cock.

“Fuck I want-I want to- I have to- Fuck.” He cries out trying to pull you off of him before he cums down your throat.

You stop your movements and stare up at him through long lashes as you shake your head and Namjoon chokes out a groan.

“You’re going to? Holy fuck? You don’t have to-” He stutters as you grin and pop your wet mouth off the head of his cock.

“The least I can do is swallow all your cum like a good girl Joonie.” You say as you once again bob your head and suck his cock.

You hallow your cheeks once more and add more suction licking and sucking the head and using your hands to jerk the parts you can’t reach.

Namjoon’s muscles are tensing and by the high-pitched moans he is letting out you know he is close so you focus on fast licks against the precum-soaked head of his cock and Namjoon loses it.

He cries out your name as his long fingers tighten in your hair.

His cock twitches and throbs in your hand as he shoots his cum in your mouth and down your throat.

You can tell that he had been pent up for a while as he cums and cums and you have a hard time swallowing it all.

His cock gives one more weak throb and you pull off and stare up at him, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue with pride as his hand is over his heart and his eyes are dark and blown wide.

“Holy fucking shit.” He whimpers as you smirk at him and pull the blankets over you both, curling up once again against his chest and hearing his heart hammering under his bare skin.

“Holy fuck.” He says again as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead which makes a silly grin appear on your face and you snuggle deeper into his chest as his arms circle you.

“That was incredible. I think you sucked me stupid.” He says with a laugh as you press soft kisses to his pecs and his arms tighten around you.

The room grows quiet as his breathing steadies and you try to ignore the aching arousal between your legs as you stay in his arms.

“Can I return the favor?” He asks after a while, voice low and dangerous in your ear as you can’t help but shiver in his arms.

“It’s okay Joon. You don’t have to.” You say looking up at him and his cute dimpled smile.

“What if I want to?” He challenges.

“You can’t use your right wrist remember.” You tease as he looks down and his lips tug into a frown.

“Oh yeah.”

“Wow, I really did suck you silly huh?” You say with a laugh as you press a kiss to his collarbones.

“Besides I already did earlier.” You admit blushing as you duck your head and his eyes widen.

“Wait what? When?”

“After we brushed our teeth.”

Namjoon stares at you and you grin.

“Listen you were the one standing there half-naked looking like a Greek god while you brushed your teeth. What’s a girl to do?”

He leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

It was nothing like this kiss before and it makes you feel giddy and a little dopey as you kiss him back.

“Besides the fact, it is sexy as fuck that you touched yourself thinking about me, in my spare room, in my shirt there are other ways I can make you feel good.” He promises as goosebumps rise on your arms.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge.

“My mouth is still in working order.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

You stare up at him as arousal pools between your legs.

“Are you sure?” You ask voice barely above a whisper.

“Positive.” He confirms.

Just then the storm picks up force and the power goes out blanketing you both in darkness.

[suga-kookiemonster]

ctrl-alt-del | jjk (teaser)

summary⇢ you graduated bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but, to your extreme disappointment, your big girl job isn't turning out to be nearly as exciting as you thought it would be. still, you're holding out hope that your talents will soon be recognized and your coworkers will stop trying to include you in their gossip sessions. enter jungkook, the quiet IT guy who's gradually making your days more bearable. (and if you find him easy on the eyes, that's nobody's business but yours.) pairing⇢ jungkook/reader teaser word count⇢ 1.4k genre⇢ smut | humor | office!au warnings⇢ nothing too bad for this teaser! just a mention of oral

a/n⇢this fic has literally been sitting in my wips for YEARS lmao. i feel like it's finally time to set it free 🕊️✨ it's looking like it's gonna lean more towards pwp, but there's definitely still enough plot in there to keep it interesting. not sure when it will be up, but wanted to share a snippet to get your thoughts and get myself excited to finish the last leg--fingers crossed for the next month or so 🤞🏾🙌🏾💜

When you graduated top of your class with a marketing degree and a job already lined up, you weren’t big-headed to assume you would be given a lot in the beginning. No, you knew that you were the new kid on the block and needed to prove yourself first, needed to work your way up from the bottom. But what you definitely didn’t anticipate was working up from thefigurative trenches, almost exclusively doing busywork—constantly making coffee runs, catering business lunches, printing out endless spreadsheets.

Eighty-thousand dollars in debt, and you are a glorified intern.

You’re positively itching to hit the ground running and get your hands dirty, your job isn’t too bad. The people there are all nice and welcoming, the complimentary coffee in the break room is decent enough for your dwindling bank account, and every couple of weeks, the company sponsors an employee barbecue were everyone can fraternize and enjoy free food.

“Apparently it fosters unity and teamwork,” your coworker Joy informs you as you both stand in the food line. “Seokjin—that’s our CEO—is really big on unity and teamwork.”

Joy is also a member of your marketing team. Though as sweet as can be, she has no filter, and thus always has a lot to say about everything—which has helped you when it comes to learning the ropes about the company, but has also had you clutching your imaginary pearls in some situations where you found it inappropriate. Despite only being a year older than you, her title of Marketing Associate (instead of your measly Assistant)means that she technically outranks you, though she doesn’t usually enforce that fact (unless there was something that needed to be copied or filed, of course). Still, she immediately took you under her wing when you first started, and she is the closest person to a friend you have at work (even though her daily coffee order is always so ridiculous, you are convinced that she has to be fucking with you—or at least engaging in some form of mild hazing.).

“I think it’s nice,” you reply. “I’ll never say no to free food, and they let us out early and everything.”

“I mean, pretty sure you can get the hotdogs twelve in a pack at the dollar store,” Joy quips, raising her eyebrows at you pointedly. “But sometimes the boys from Sales take their shirts off and play soccer, so there’s that.”

Your eyes dart to said Sales boys against your will, gaze drawn to Jung Hoseok as he chats animatedly with his teammates by the tables. You’ve only spoken to him once or twice, but his fiery red hair and even brighter smile caught your attention immediately, your heart rate accelerating at the sight of him in hallways mere days into starting your new position. Who better to have a mild work crush on than a sweet-talking salesman who winks at you sometimes in passing?

An appreciative noise has you turning back around, embarrassed at being caught ogling how shapely Hoseok’s butt looks in his dress pants today, but it’s just Wendy from accounting, Joy’s best friend and thus a harmless, familiar face. Wendy has cut in front of a few editors to join you and Joy, and the way that she smiles at you lets you know she’s up to no good. “He’s cute, huh?” she asks, leaning towards you conspiratorially. “I would definitely give him the good ol’ suck behind the dumpsters over there, if you catch my drift.”

“Err…yeah, I do,” you reply awkwardly. She had been explicitly clear—keyword explicit—so there definitely isn’t any room for misunderstandings. Is this truly appropriate work function conversation? From the way the editors behind you are politely clearing their throats, you think not.

“Behind the dumpster?” Joy asks curiously. “He’s standing right next to some sturdy tables that I, for one, would take great advantage of—”

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks,” you announce loudly, your neck heating up. “Can you grab me a hot dog, Joy?”

“Sure,” she says dismissively, already distracted by her sudden debate with Wendy about the most convenient place to suck off salesman Jung.

The whole conversation is making you uncomfortable. You are not a prude—far from it—but there is a time and place for everything, and your coworkers’ blasé attitude towards speaking about inappropriate topics at company functions on company time rattles you a bit. So instead of engaging in the risqué discussion further, you make your way to the cluster of brightly-colored coolers that presumably hold beverages, sidling up to the only other person lingering the area.

“Anything good?” you ask cordially, making your coworker, who had apparently been deep in thought while considering his beverage options, startle a bit.

He’s tall, his large frame covered in the appropriate business casual attire of nice jeans and a powder-blue buttonup. When he turns his head to look at you, you’re met with large, dark eyes blinking in surprise from behind wire-rimmed glasses. Said eyes dart around for a moment before determining that you were, in fact, speaking to him.

The man clears his throat. “Just the usual,” he says, voice soft. Timid.

“The usual?” you repeat. There are little hoops dangling from his earlobes, and you brush off your surprise at seeing them, returning your gaze to the coolers. Water, a clear soda, a cola. “The basics, you mean. Well, can’t really complain, right? Seeing as it’s all free. I think it’s really nice of them.”

Your companion seems surprised at your words. “It is,” he agrees softly, eyes meeting yours for a second before dropping back down to the cooler. “Um, are you...are you new?”

“Damn, I guess my cover’s blown.” You shoot him a wry smile. “Yeah, I just started a couple of weeks ago. What gave it away?”

“It’s just—no one else here really cares about these barbecues anymore,” he admits, looking at you, but not quite. More like, in your direction. “Everyone has forgotten to appreciate the little things.”

“Nothing is a given,” you shrug. “So you need to appreciate things when you can. And besides, those lots of little things can really add up without you realizing it.”

He finally seems to look at you properly, and the weight of his large, gentle brown eyes throws you off for a second. “They can,” he agrees, lips slowly drifting up. 

“What do we have over here?” a loud voice interrupts, a hand falling to your shoulder. You look up, and are met with the brightness of salesman Jung.

“Ah,” Hoseok says with a wink, reaching into the cooler. “I love Sprite.”

“Me too,” you reply automatically, and then immediately want to smack yourself. Because you don’t—carbonated beverages make you break out. But your mouth had formed the lie without your permission.

Embarrassed, you reach into the cooler, grabbing three water bottles. “See you later,” you squeak, avoiding eye contact as you make your escape.

Joy and Wendy are already watching you when you return to where they have procured a table, and when you hand them their waters, Joy raises an eyebrow. “I was wondering how long you were going to talk to that IT guy.”

“Yeah, and why did you leave when Hoseok showed up?” Wendy pouted. “_____, the universe is only going to give you so many opportunities. If you don’t want the ball, then pass it to me! Goddamn.”

“IT guy?” you ask, hoping to slide past that last remark.

“Yeah. His name is Jungkook, I think? Mostly works with the printers, started a couple months ago.” Joy shrugs, obviously disinterested by the topic. She reaches for the ketchup bottle in the center of the table and squirts some on her hot dog. “This is the first time I’ve seen him at a barbecue, though. Honestly, I’m surprised he even came out, because the IT dudes generally keep to themselves. The rarely leave their little tower,” she adds with a dismissive wave.

Wendy scoffs. “Who cares about Jeremy! Hurry up and eat, I’m sure Sales is gonna start their soccer game soon.”

“Soccer game?” you ask.

“The sales department likes to play soccer during these things,” Joy informs you. Her expression brightens. “Hey, maybe Hoseok will take his shirt off again! Let us pray.”

To your coworkers’ disappointment, Hoseok did not take his shirt off. But they certainly had a good time watching him run back and forth across the grass.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

behind hidden pages (m) | jjk

title: behind hidden pages (pilot series) pairing: art student!jungkook x writer!reader(f)  rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff, smut ; college / grad / coffee shop au summary: after being ghosted by your boyfriend with him disappearing off to a different country, it's not an understatement to say that it really crushed your heart and eagerness to ever be in a relationship again. well, good thing is that it leads to your first ever bestselling novel and peacefully working at your best friend jimin's cafe! however, someone appears out of nowhere to disturb your simple little life. enter: jungkook, a handsome young man with a hidden side to him who suddenly moves into the studio below you. when your paths collide and your heart is shaken by him, what more lies underneath the surface which will lead to more emotional turmoil?! warnings: no actual warnings for this pilot as it's very tame, but if I continue it, there will be: eventual smut (which you won't have to wait too long for it to happen), a lot of s*xual tension, a lot of smut, caught masturb*ting, dom! jk, jungkook's clingyness 50x, jungkook body worshiping reader heavily, exhibitionism, pwp, potential threesome, cheating (not jungkook or reader), best friend! jimin, ex boyfriend! seokjin, everyone's traits are slightly exaggerated/a bit out of character, a bit of angst note: loosely based on the korean novel and webtoon, trash's circumstance, i read it and thought this would make an interesting (and very messy, drama-filled) BTS AU but changed some aspects. i decided to write one chapter of it to see what you all think as a "pilot", and based on your response, I'll probably continue it. total word count: 5.3k drop date: February 16th, 2025 5pm pst ao3 link –

"A tenant will be moving into the basement today," Jimin says, his voice casual as he starts on an espresso order. The hiss of the steaming wand fills the air.

"The basement?" You glance up from your clipboard, where you've been noting inventory. Your fingers hover over the bags of coffee beans before you start counting them out loud.

"Yeah, so get rid of all your stuff down there," he continues. "It's all trash."

You pause mid-count, narrowing your eyes at him. "You do know there's one box that belongs to Kim Seokjin."

"I know," he says, unfazed, tamping the espresso with practiced ease. "So just clean it up."

"Because he's my ex?"

"Obviously."

"Rude." Jimin smirks, entirely unbothered, before his expression shifts into something borderline angelic. With a practiced smile, he slides a cup across the counter. "Your espresso is ready! And here's a cookie—on the house!" he says, voice suddenly dripping with warmth as he hands it to the customer.

The customer beams, thanking him before heading to their table, completely unaware of the menace lurking beneath that sweet façade. You, however, know better. Jimin has always been like this—blunt, sweet, and on occasion, bordering on heartless, but never without good intentions. You’ve known him since college, back when you were just another over-caffeinated lit student drowning in deadlines, and he was the pre-law major guy who somehow had everything together. He was charming in that effortless way—always quick with a teasing remark, but also the kind of friend who showed up when you needed him, no questions asked.

After graduating, while you floundered between odd jobs and your dream of becoming a writer, Jimin went ahead and made something of himself after working at a law firm. He opened this café, built a life around it, and when you were struggling, he gave you a place to stay. Rent-free, no strings attached—except for the occasional demand that you work the counter when he was understaffed, which, honestly, was often.

And now, apparently, he's renting out the basement. You roll your eyes, which Jimin catches immediately. "Y/N, stop spacing out and take out the trash," he chides, already moving on to his next order.

With an exaggerated sigh, you grab the garbage bags and push through the back door. The moment you step outside, the heat wraps around you like an oppressive blanket. Cicadas drone endlessly, their hum rising and falling in waves, amplifying the stillness of the afternoon.

As you toss the trash into the bin, your gaze drifts toward the basement windows. The glass is smudged with dust, the interior barely visible through the faint reflections of the street. The idea of someone actually living down there feels… strange. 

For the past three years, the basement has been nothing but a forgotten space, cluttered with boxes, old café equipment, and—most importantly—traces of Kim Seokjin.

It’s at this moment that Jimin’s words echo in your mind: Get rid of all your stuff.

He wants you to clean it out, but just the thought of it exhausts you. Maybe he needs the extra rent money, though it’s hard to imagine him struggling financially.

Still, why now? Why suddenly rent out a place that’s been abandoned for so long?

That space has been nothing more than a storage room—a place where things go to be forgotten, including the remnants of your past with Seokjin.

You met Seokjin when he was fresh out of college, preparing for his master’s in literature. He had this quiet confidence, the kind that made people naturally gravitate toward him. Handsome, soft-spoken, kind—someone everyone admired. And somehow, for reasons you still don’t fully understand, he chose you.

Not that you were insecure. You weren’t clingy, and he was always faithful. Your relationship was easy, steady—comfortable in a way that made you believe it would last at least three years of quiet stability.

Until one day, without warning, he left.

Jimin had dismissed it as a submersible breakup—a term he coined for relationships that sink silently, without a fight or a final word. Which felt, exactly like that.

It was during that time, while you were drowning in the wreckage, that Jimin, with all the money he’d stacked up working as a top-notch lawyer, decided to buy this building.

A quiet place in a calm residential neighborhood of Seoul.

This building which ended up becoming your home.

The second floor, where you lived.

The first floor, where the ”Butterfly by Jimin” cafe was born.

And the basement, once a roasting room and a storage space—now, supposedly, someone’s future studio.

Jimin had called it financial therapy.

"A new home, a new job," he’d said. "There's nothing like financial therapy to heal the wounds of a heart broken person."

You scoff, because he wasn’t even the one who was experiencing one of the worse lows of their life.

But a new home?

A new job?

It had actually worked. Maybe that, and the book you wrote in the aftermath—Falling Moon Under the Bridge—becoming a surprise bestseller had been enough to pull you forward.

You’ve come so far, running in the opposite direction of your past. And yet, the weight of it lingers, like dust unsettled in the basement.

With a deep breath, you turn back toward the café, deciding that you’ll clean it out later. Since your shift ended, you head upstairs to get changed before you meet with your publisher later that afternoon for your audiobook’s recording session. 

But just as you step inside, the bell above the door chimes.

A waft of something mild drifts through the air.

Fabric softener?

You glance toward the entrance just as a man walks in, catching only the back of him before looking away.

"I love the fabric softener scent, but it doesn’t mix well with the humid summer heat."

You arrive at the recording studio in the late afternoon, the faint hum of music equipment and muffled voices filtering through the hallway as you find the right room. This is where you’re meeting with your publisher, Kim Taehyung. 

Taehyung, like Jimin, is an upperclassman friend from college. Since you were both in the literature department, you worked on a bunch of projects together as literary apprentices under your old mentor, Professor Jeon. He was brutal, and pushed you both hard during undergrad. But looking back, you know it was worth it. His strict guidance and high standards helped shaped your writing today.

After graduating, Taehyung started working as an intern at a publishing company, and now, well, he's one of the head publishers there. It’s crazy to think about how far he’s come, but honestly, it’s not surprising. He always had this sharp eye for detail and a way with words that made his work stand out.

After locating the room, you step inside and are immediately greeted by Taehyung, his signature easygoing smile lighting up his face as he holds out a familiar yellow carton of banana milk.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice, Y/N," he says, his voice warm and appreciative as he presses the cold carton into your hands. "I really needed your insight on this. You always have such a unique perspective, and I didn’t want to make any big decisions without running it by you first."

You smile, accepting the drink and taking a seat in one of the plush chairs near the recording booth. Slipping the straw through the foil, you take a sip, savoring the familiar cold, sweet taste of the banana milk. "No worries at all," you reply, leaning back comfortably. "I’m actually really glad to be here. I’ve never sat in on an audiobook recording before. When does it start?"

Taehyung glances at his watch, his expression brightening. "Just in a bit! I’m having a friend of mine handle the narration. He’s got this incredible voice, and honestly, he was highly recommended by Professor Jeon. I think he’s going to bring something really special to the project."

As Taehyung speaks, you flip through the script he handed you earlier, scanning the highlighted passages and margin notes. Your best-selling book’s first half is from the point of view of a man named Haneul, who has a near-death experience and begins seeing a specific woman, Seo Yul in his dreams every night. Determined to find her in real life, he embarks on a journey that blurs the lines between reality and illusion.

You’ve always had a vague image of Haneul in your mind—his mannerisms, his voice, the way he carries himself. But could there actually be someone out there to fit his voice. The door to the recording studio opens with a soft click, pulling you from your thoughts. The sound of footsteps shuffles into the room, accompanied by the faint rustle of fabric and the clink of ice in a cup. A cool breeze from the hallway briefly sweeps in before the door closes again.

"Sorry I’m late, hyung," a deep, smooth voice says, tinged with a hint of apology but also a casual ease.

"That’s okay! Did you get here alright? It’s pretty hot out there," Taehyung replies, his tone light and forgiving.

"I drove and picked up an iced Americano on the way, so it wasn’t too bad," the voice responds, and you can hear the smile in his words.

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, you finally look up from the script.

And that’s when you see him.

He’s tall, with an effortlessly handsome presence that immediately draws your attention. His plain gray long sleeve shirt hugs his frame just right, paired with medium-wash jeans that look like they’ve been worn a hundred times but still fit perfectly. A silver lip ring sits on the corner of his mouth, catching the studio lights and glinting subtly as he speaks. His dark hair is slightly tousled, as if he’d run a hand through it on his way in, and there’s a relaxed confidence in the way he carries himself.

But what stands out the most isn’t his appearance—it’s his voice. Deep and smooth, it carries effortlessly in the room, each word deliberate and weighted with a natural lilt that makes everything he says sound intentional, almost melodic. It’s the kind of voice that could make even the most mundane sentence sound captivating.

You consider greeting him, but he’s already caught up in conversation with Taehyung and a few others in the room—people who seem to know him well.

You decide not to bother. It’s a hassle to talk to and befriend new people anyway. You’ve never been one to insert yourself into situations where you might feel out of place, and right now, it’s easier to just stay in your corner.

But then, a shadow approaches, lingering just beside you. You glance up, your pen pausing mid-scribble.

"Hello, Sunbae."

Sunbae?

The word catches you off guard. You blink at him, your mind racing. How old is he? You quickly do the math in your head, trying to figure out if he’s younger or if he’s just being overly polite. Either way, the title feels a little too formal, especially in this setting.

"Oh hi there, I’m L/N F/N, the author of this book," you say, offering a polite smile. Your voice is steady, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in your tone. You’re not used to being called sunbae—it’s been a while since you graduated, and you’ve always preferred a more casual approach to these things.

"Kim Jungkook," he introduces himself, holding out a hand. His grip is firm, warm, and there’s a confidence in the way he meets your gaze. "I heard you graduated from the school I’m attending. I’m an art major there. I’m looking forward to working with you."

You shake his hand, nodding slowly as you process his words. An art major? That explains the effortless style, the subtle edge to his appearance. But more than that, it’s the way he carries himself—like he’s comfortable in his own skin, unbothered by the weight of first impressions.

"Ah, it’s been a while since I graduated," you reply, your tone light. "And we weren’t in the same department, so just call me by my name." You try to brush off the formality, hoping to ease into a more relaxed dynamic. Titles always feel so distant, and you’d rather not have that kind of barrier between you, especially when you’re about to collaborate on something as personal as your book.

But Jungkook shakes his head, his lips quirking slightly into a small, almost teasing smile. "No, I can’t do that, Sunbae—" he says, his voice low but firm, leaving the sentence hanging as the audio engineer calls him over to enter the recording booth. He gives you a polite nod before heading inside, slipping on the headphones.

As Jungkook walks away, you glance down at your hand, flexing your fingers absentmindedly. The warmth of his grip still lingers, a faint echo that feels oddly significant.

Odd. That interaction felt strangely familiar, like a déjà vu you can’t quite place.

You’re certain you’ve never met Jungkook before—his looks alone aren’t easy to forget. The sharp jawline, the lip ring, the way his eyes seem to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts—it’s all too distinctive to slip your memory. And yet, there’s something about him, something that tugs at the edges of your mind, like a half-remembered dream you can’t quite piece together.

Your gaze drifts toward his plastic coffee cup resting on the table. The cup sleeve catches your eye, and you lean in slightly to get a better look.

Butterfly by Jimin Café.

Jimin’s café?

Wait—hold on.

Your breath stills for a second as realization dawns. The scent of fabric softener from earlier today, the fleeting brush of someone’s shoulder against yours in the crowded café, the low murmur of a voice apologizing as they passed by. It all comes rushing back.

Your eyes widen.

You lift your head, and across the studio, Jungkook is watching you.

With a smirk.

There’s something unreadable in his expression, something knowing, as if he’s been waiting for this moment, waiting for you to connect the dots that you do not know of. His lips curve slightly, and his eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze for a beat too long.

Shit.

You quickly look away, pretending to be absorbed in the script. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You flip a page, your fingers trembling just slightly, hoping no one notices the way your composure has slipped.

The recording session begins, and Jungkook’s voice fills the space, steady and rich, effortlessly slipping into the role of the narrator.

["From the brief meetings we shared, I found that she was a woman who walked on eggshells, carefully maintaining her image for the public, despite the wounds buried beneath layers of fabric, skin, and deep within her heart. The dead of winter held no meaning for her—it was merely a reminder of those who had already left..."]

You sit there, struck still.

His voice is captivating. Deep, intimate, carrying the weight of every word with precise control. It’s like he’s not just reading the lines…he’s living them, breathing life into Haneul in a way that feels almost too real. The room seems to shrink, the world narrowing down to the sound of his voice and the way it wraps around you, pulling you into your own story all over again.

The staff murmurs amongst themselves, impressed.

"His tone fits the male lead perfectly," someone comments.

"He’s got that quiet intensity," another agrees.

Next to you, Taehyung leans in, grinning. "Isn’t he good?"

You nod slowly, but as Jungkook’s voice continues to flow through the speakers—deep, smooth, and effortlessly intense—you feel a rush of warmth creep up your neck, spreading across your cheeks.

Shit.

You force yourself to look away, fixing your gaze on the script in your lap as if it holds the secrets of the universe. But the heat lingers, stubborn and undeniable, prickling at your skin. You swallow, praying that no one notices—especially not him.

After the recording ends at 7:30 PM, you, Taehyung, and the studio crew spill out into the warm evening air, the city lights casting a golden glow over the streets. The group makes its way to a nearby restaurant, a cozy but lively spot with wooden tables and the comforting aroma of sizzling food. The hum of conversations mixes with the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Plates of food quickly fill the table—crispy fried chicken, steaming bowls of tteokbokki, and an assortment of banchan that everyone eagerly digs into. Pitchers of beer are poured freely, and the mood is light, the kind of easy camaraderie that comes after a long but successful day of work.

Taehyung, always in his element when surrounded by people, is mid-story, waving an onion ring around as he speaks. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his gestures are more animated than usual, a sure sign that he’s had a drink or two.

“The narration was amazing, right?” he exclaims, dunking the onion ring into a pool of ketchup with enthusiasm. “I mean, Jungkook just nailed it. Didn’t he?”

Mid-sip of your beer, you hum noncommittally, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah… well.”

Taehyung squints at you, his grin turning sly. “That doesn’t sound convincing.”

You set your glass down, shrugging a little too casually. “I mean, it was really good,” you admit, your voice a little too even, a little too careful. You’re not sure why you’re downplaying it, but something about admitting how much Jungkook’s performance affected you feels… dangerous.

Taehyung leans back in his chair, clearly not buying it. “I’ve been working with a lot of student interns at the university, and they say he’s ridiculously multitalented. It’s crazy that he’s not just looks,” he continues, his tone teasing. 

You give a small nod, but your thoughts are already straying.

Back to the recording session.

Back to Jungkook’s voice.

It had been deep, smooth, and filled the space in a way that was almost too good. Every syllable had weight, sinking into your bones like warmth on a cold day. Soft yet sultry. Intimate in a way that felt excessive.

Hold on. Do you have some kind of… voice fetish?

Shit.

Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass. The thought alone makes your face burn. You swore off dating—hell, you swore off men—and now here you are, sitting at a bar, spiraling over some junior you just met. This is bad.

Taehyung must notice the way your expression shifts because he suddenly grins. “So, Bookworm, what have you been up to lately?”

The nickname makes you blink. It’s been ages since he called you that. He’s definitely tipsy.

“Just writing, working at Jimin’s café, and sometimes I travel,” you say, eager to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“You’ve clearly won at life!” Taehyung announces, lifting his glass like he’s toasting you.

“Won?” You laugh, shaking your head. “I just live a simple life, day by day. Lethargic and exhausted by passion.”

The words come out more honest than you intend, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to catch on.

But someone else does.

Jungkook.

You feel it before you see it—his gaze. When your eyes finally flick over, sure enough, he’s looking at you.

Not glancing. Not idly observing.

Looking.

Something about it makes your skin prickle. Not in a bad way. Not in a way you know how to name.

And yet, instead of breaking away, he holds it.

Your breath hitches.

You quickly turn back to Taehyung, willing your cheeks to cool, forcing your expression into something neutral. Jimin once told you that your eyes tend to wander when you’re deep in thought, but this is different. Why does Jungkook keep meeting them?

Is he curious about you? Just polite? Or worse—does he know?

Does he see how you’re reacting to him?

You shake the thought away, burying it under more beer.

It doesn’t matter.

You’ve been through enough to know that people like Jungkook—ones with easy smiles and a natural charm that makes everyone in the room lean in—are dangerous.

Because you’ve met someone like that before.

And it nearly destroyed you.

The alcohol isn’t helping now. It’s loosening your thoughts, making it harder to keep your guard up. You rub your temple, exhaling sharply, just as your phone buzzes in your pocket. You’re relieved for a distraction, until you see the name on the screen.

Jimin.

Of course.

You quickly stand, finger nearing to answer the call. “Hey, Taehyung, I’m gonna take this call.”

Taehyung raises a brow, his grin turning mischievous. “Jimin again? Man, you guys are always together. Are you dating or something?”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Honestly, it’s more like family. He’s an annoying older brother.”

Taehyung laughs, nodding. “That checks out.”

You step away from the table, the noise of the restaurant fading slightly as you press your phone to your ear. “Hey, what do you want—”

“Why didn’t you clean the basement yet?!” Jimin’s voice is sharp, cutting through the buzz in your head.

“Oh, fuck.” Your stomach drops. “Completely forgot. I’m at a work dinner.”

“The tenant’s stuff is coming in the morning,” Jimin says, his tone exasperated but laced with concern. “Where are you? I’ll drive and pick you up.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “The Tavern Grill, near the recording studio.”

“I know where that is,” Jimin replies quickly. “Just come outside so I find you more easily when I wait for you on the curb. I’m on my way.”

“Fine, fine. Let me say goodbye first,” you mutter, already heading toward the door. 

As you weave through the tables, you can’t help but glance back at the group. Taehyung is laughing at something someone said, his arm slung over the back of his chair.

When you return, Taehyung gives you an exaggerated pout. “Jimin coming to drag you home now?”

“Something like that.” You roll your eyes, already grabbing your things. “He said he’ll pick me up.”

Taehyung laughs, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “Tell him we need to grab a drink sometime. My treat.”

You grin, saying your goodbyes to the others—some casual, some playful.

Then, just as you’re about to leave, you glance over—

And Jungkook is still watching.

His fingers drum idly against his glass. He doesn’t move, doesn’t call out. But his gaze lingers, like there’s something he wants to say but won’t.

Your stomach twists.

You don’t know what it means. And you don’t want to find out.

So you turn away, stepping out into the night.

Whatever it is, it’s not your problem.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Jimin walks ahead of you as you both descend the stairs to the basement. The air gets cooler with each step, but something else lingers—an acrid, stale scent that makes your nose wrinkle.

You frown. “Did you smoke before picking me up?”

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle, barely glancing back. “Wow, you really have a sharp nose, Y/N.” Then, without warning, he reaches over and fluffs your hair, like you’re some small puppy that just sniffed out the right answer.

You groan, swatting his hand away. “You know I hate the smell of cigarettes, Jimin.”

“I know, I know. Just… let it slide for today,” he mutters, tone quieter now. “Had a bad day.”

You don’t push. Not yet, at least.

The basement door groans on its hinges as you step inside. The air is heavier down here, tinged with dust and disuse. Jimin reaches for the light switch and flicks it—

Nothing.

He sighs. “Great. Power’s probably cut off for this room since we barely use it. I’ll go check the breaker.”

You pull out your phone, switching on the flashlight. “I’ll start looking through things in the meantime.”

Jimin eyes you skeptically. “You’re really gonna be able to see anything with just that?”

You give him a pointed look. “That should be the least of your worries. I just don’t want to be cleaning all night.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’ll be back.” With that, he heads back upstairs, leaving you alone with the stillness of the basement.

The dim beam of your flashlight sweeps over the space. Piles of forgotten things are stacked haphazardly—old college notebooks, loose papers, manuscripts half-finished and never revisited.

And then—

Your stomach tightens.

That box.

It’s been shoved far away from the rest, as if even in storage, you wanted it out of sight. But it’s still here. A silent, patient thing.

You step closer. Your fingers hesitate over the worn edges of the lid.

Then, with a quiet breath, you open it. Inside, time folds in on itself.

Your fingers graze the first thing on top—a faded movie ticket stub. The edges are soft, curling, worn from being thumbed over too many times in the past. You remember this night. Your night. Seokjin had held your hand through the entire movie, whispering sarcastic commentary in your ear, making you laugh so hard the people in front turned around to glare. You’d buried your face in his shoulder, giggling, and he had just smiled like you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

Your throat tightens.

Beneath it, a polaroid. The two of you at some festival, Seokjin holding up a peace sign while you kissed his cheek. The colors have faded slightly, but you can still see how bright his eyes were, how effortlessly happy you had looked. You weren’t even thinking about the camera—just him.

You swallow hard.

All of these things mean something to you, or at least, they once did. But the longer you stare at them—the trinkets, the letters, the pieces of Seokjin woven into your past—the more you wonder if they ever meant anything to him. If he could leave so easily, so cleanly, then what were these memories even worth?

Can you really throw all of this away?

Your fingers hesitate over the box when you hear footsteps behind you.

Figuring it’s Jimin, you sigh, still lost in thought. “Hey, why didn’t you turn the lights back on? Is there something wrong with the breaker—?”

Before you can finish, you’re shoved, your back colliding against the wall with a thud. A strong grip pins you in place, pressing into your shoulders.

Your pulse surges.

“What the fuck!? Who are you—”

“Why are you rummaging through someone else’s shit, you thief?”

The voice is sharp, accusatory. And absolutely not Jimin’s.

Your breath catches.

And then, the lights flick on.

Your vision adjusts, and when you see who exactly has you caged against the wall, your stomach flips.

Jungkook.

Wait. Jungkook?

His dark eyes widen the second he recognizes you, hands retreating from your shoulders like he’s been burned. “Oh, fuck.” His voice drops into sheer panic. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t know it was you!”

You blink, still trying to process what just happened.

He looks mortified, hands hovering near you like he wants to check for injuries but doesn’t dare touch you again. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Are you okay?”

You exhale, still slightly dazed. “Ah… it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not,” he interrupts, eyes flickering with concern. His fingers ghost over your arms, searching for any sign that he might’ve been too rough. His hold, once bruising, is now careful. Deliberate. “I grabbed you way too hard. Are you sure you’re fine, Sunbae?”

You look at him properly now, still catching your breath. Damn.

His face is stupidly attractive up close, his brows knitted in pure remorse. His scent—clean, like fresh laundry mixed with something slightly musky—hits you all at once, making your stomach do something annoying.

He’s exactly your type.

And that realization makes this moment so much worse.

“You’re Kim Jungkook, right?” you ask, breaking the silence.

Jungkook straightens, nodding quickly. “Yeah. Wait… you don’t remember me?”

He sounds almost offended, tilting his head slightly.

You furrow your brows. “Sorry, I’m not good at remembering names or people for that matter.”

He blinks, then lets out a scoff—part amused, part incredulous. “Seriously? I recognized you the second the lights came on, but you forgot about me?”

Your lips twitch. Is he really pouting?

Whatever. You’re still processing the fact that you just got manhandled by this guy. He needs to take about five steps back.

You cross your arms, clearing your throat. “What are you even doing here, anyway?”

“Oh.” Jungkook’s expression shifts, his stance relaxing as he rubs the back of his neck. “This is my studio now.”

Your stomach drops.

“…What?” Your mind stutters over his words.

His studio?

Your eyes drift over the scattered boxes, the dust-lined shelves, the scent of old paper and forgotten memories lingering in the air. When Jimin had mentioned a tenant renting the basement, you’d barely paid attention, brushing it off as another small change in your life. But standing here now—with Jungkook, of all people—the reality sinks in with an unsettling twist in your gut.

This is his space now?

Before you can fully process the implications, footsteps echo from the stairwell, followed by Jimin’s familiar voice.

“All right, the power’s back on—” He stops mid-step as he takes in the scene, his gaze flicking between you and Jungkook. His brows furrow slightly, his usual easygoing expression dimming with curiosity.

“Oh, you two have met,” he says, a little slower than usual. “Y/N, this is Jungkook—”

“I’m aware,” you interrupt, still distracted by the realization. “We met earlier today during the recording session.”

Jimin’s brows lift. “Oh?”

“But what are you doing here, sunbae?” Jungkook asks, his tone shifting to something lighter, more casual. “Do you live nearby?”

“I’m cleaning out some of my stuff down here for… well, you, apparently.” You exhale, motioning vaguely to the clutter around you. “I live upstairs.”

Jungkook blinks. “Wait, seriously?”

Jimin, however, is less surprised. He crosses his arms, fixing Jungkook with a sharp look. “But, dear tenant, what are you doing here?” His voice dips into something more pointed. “Didn’t you say you’d be here tomorrow at noon?”

Jungkook barely flinches under the scrutiny. “I had something to check on.”

Jimin eyes him for a moment before sighing and letting go of whatever was on his mind.

“Do you want any help?” Jungkook asks, turning back to you.

Your pulse spikes. Oh, God.

The last thing you need is him digging through your things—especially the one box tucked carefully behind you. The one filled with Seokjin’s remnants.

“No!” you blurt out, too quickly. His brows raise, but you force a casual shrug. “I’m good. I’m just going to throw it all away anyway.”

Jungkook hums, glancing at the mess. But then, his eyes catch on something.

A photograph peeks from the top of one of your boxes, slightly askew. Before you can move to block it, his gaze sharpens, lips curling into something almost unreadable.

“Then I can throw it all away for you,” he says, voice smooth but laced with something just a little too amused. He meets your eyes with a slow tilt of his head. “You don’t need it, after all. This place is mine now.”

Something about the way he says it—the lazy drawl, the faint glint in his gaze—rubs you the wrong way.

Your stomach tightens.

Just hours ago, he’d been nothing but polite, apologetic even. But now? There’s something else beneath the surface. A hint of something sharper, something laced with an unspoken edge.

Is this actually his true nature?

This doesn't sit right—yet, at the same time, you can’t shake the curiosity gnawing at the back of your mind. You know better than to let your guard down, but part of you is pulled in, drawn to the enigma that is Kim Jungkook.

And so, without knowing how or why, you find yourself standing at the beginning of something unexpected.

This is how your story with Jungkook begins.

– TBC?

a/n: if you decided to check out this story, thank you so much! feel free to give me your thoughts, questions, theories (yes, kim jungkook is intentional in this story and you'll know why if i continue this series hehe). jungkook is also the same age as reader but still in college (because he started college a bit late due to enlistment). also happy belated valentine's day. i meant to upload on valentine's day, but i got caught up in trying to make this more detailed.

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— sharing ★ with: bts

#pairings: bf!jungkook X friends!bts X reader #synopsis: where your boyfriend decides to ask his friends what they want to see #tags: pwp, group sex, blowjob, rough oral sex (m.), fingering (f.), humiliation, degradation, cumslut, spit, sperm, tears, free use (?). aftercare mentioned but not shown. mention of bisexual jungkook #notes: this is more fetishistic than usual on this blog, so DON'T READ if you're uncomfortable with 7 guys cumming on your face and swearing at you. #wc: 2,2k

you see your friends after a months, like since you and jungkook are living together you don't see them. it's funny, cause you are friends an years ago, but at a some months you just can't see each other.

"you're so hot dressing like that, maybe if we fuck before the guys comes..." jungkook said lifting your skirt and rubbing your hole. 

"namjoon text me, he said that come in five minutes with the guys"

"i promise that i can make you cum in five minutes"

you laughed, because you know that’s real…

but the other six guys are at your door in five minutes. not just six guys but six best friends of yours.

"i know that we fucked yesterday, but god, i need eat your pussy again, i'm addicted, i need fuck you every hour, every minute, every second, night after night..." despite the completely dirty speech, jungkook was kissing his shoulder calmly.

“the guys are coming in any minute” you tried to convince yourself.

“don't be so mean to me, give me that dirty little hole, please”

jungkook moved one of his hands up to the thin strap of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your nipples, he turned you around, putting his mouth there without any ceremony. you were used to your boyfriend's tongue, how he sucked and bit the nipple of your breast with devotion.

and then the doorbell rang.

"jungkook, stop, the boys are here." you tried to stop your boyfriend.

"i'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing me fuck you, baby. and you don't mind showing how that tight hole stretches with my cock, sure?”

god, this is a FUCKING true, you and jungkook are worse than each other, but more than showing, you'd easily let them stretch you too!

"i know exactly what you thought, dirty little girl." he said before going back to sucking your nipples.

and then they rang the doorbell again.

"holy shit!" jungkook complained, going to open the door, you are trying clumsily to put your clothes in place.

when the other six men entered your house you smiled, you missed them, namjoon was the first to hug you, leaving a kiss on your forehead in a gentle way, and damn, you had seen some photos he posted at the gym, but he was BIG…

seokjin came next, the tall man kissing your hand before giving you a cute hug.

and after, jimin came, leaving a wet kiss on your cheek as he always did, the blonde guy had a scent that was enough to make your panties even wetter.

shit, jungkook shouldn’t have teased you.

you noticed that taehyung whispered something to yoongi, who laughed, muttering something like 'have decency?' and only then did you notice that, probably due to jungkook's saliva, your tits were wet, and the thin shirt clearly marked this.

"oh, yes! you disturbed us, i was dying to fuck my wife and you arrived."

a lot of things happened in that sentence, jungkook calling you 'my wife' and mainly, him exposing your sex life to all his friends.

it's not like they didn't imagine, you were friends before you and jungkook dated, the other six knew what you were like, and how jungkook was too, it was a matter of adding a + b, sometimes they would say something in the group chat, but It was the first time they had said something like that in front of them.

"if you want to fuck her, i don't care, as long as i can watch. it's not like i've never fucked you guys." hoseok said as if she wished a 'good morning'.

and that was the truth, besides jungkook, you had already had sex with at least four of your friends, and the same went for him, it's very likely that that's why he wasn't jealous.

"oh, can i? because i really want to do this."

god, your boyfriend was a perv.

“please, i miss seeing her tits.” namjoon confessed, reminding you of how he loved being on top of you, sucking your nipple to make you relax on his fat cock.

“dude, respect my girl!”

jungkook scolded namjoon, but you knew it was a joke as soon as your boyfriend came behind you, pulling the strap of your shirt down and exposing your breasts to his friends.

if you stopped to think about it, you would think it was crazy, your boyfriend sharing you with six other guys, but on the other hand, the other six guys were your friends, and you wanted much more than just looks at you.

“does anyone want to see anything else?” jungkook asked, making you feel your panties soaking, you felt like an exposed slut, a trophy, and that would never be a bad thing.

"her panties" seokjin said, looking at you with devotion, you had never done anything other than kiss him at a party.

“i want something” taehyung said.

"what do you want to see?"

"i want to see her on her knees sucking my cock." it was direct.

"if you suck taehyung's cock you'll have to suck mine too!' yoongi spoke up.

"and certainly mine too." jimin said, rubbing his thumb across his lips.

“let me get this straight,” jungkook scratched his throat. "are you saying to my face that you want my wife to give you a blowjob?"

"it was you who offered her to us like a prostitute." hoseok spoke up, unbuckling his belt.

god, you never felt so horny, your boyfriend and your friends discussed you as if you were even in that room.

"what do you think about this, baby?" Jungkook asked you.

"well..." you just walked around the counter, heading towards the sofa (being followed by the seven men as if they were puppies), and then removed your skirt and the blouse that was around your waist.

jungkook came to you, kissing you as you removed his clothes, his fingers brushing the white lace of your wet panties as you let out little moans into his mouth. your boyfriend was completely turned on, rubbing his pecs on your nipples making you moan even more.

"my little slut is so greedy, seven guys in your mouth? will you be able to handle it?"

"i need to get it!"

"good whore!" he kissed you one last time. "you don't deserve that much, organize yourself to kiss her in pairs, and you know her and the word, anything I'll insist on killing each one of you.”

jungkook barely finished and jimin and seokjin came close to you, jimin from behind, pressing his already hard cock on your back, and seokjin on your belly, at that moment you wanted both of them inside you, but all you got was seokjin sucking and nibbling your nipples while jimin kissed you and played with your wet panties. you moaning to the two of them while the other five watched everything.

you didn't even notice when taehyung and yoongi arrived, their firm hands using you to rub themself, it was pathetic, the pinch that yoongi gave your left nipple while your hand was inside taehyung's pants made you scream in pain, but mixed with pleasure, you liked that aggressive way.

"are you going to call me daddy again tonight?" namjoon asked as he approached you with hoseok, sticking two fingers into your pussy without any warning when hoseok’s kissing you “i missed that drippy messy hole.” namjoon goes fast, he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan so loud because everything is even hotter when you see all those other men looking at you.

"i think the guys will like to see this" hoseok moved out of your way, exposing everyone to the image of you moaning into namjoon's fingers.

"so pretty our bimbo slut!" jimin said, watching the scene.

your boyfriend wanted to tell namjoon to stop it, take you to the bedroom and fuck you until his body shut down, but just seeing how much fun you were having with it all made him wait.

namjoon adds a third finger in without warning and you're feel so humiliated, leak around his hands when he fucks his fingers in and out of your cunt at an insane rhythm. 

"tell your boyfriend how much you miss my cock opening all that hole, how much you miss your girl juices running down my cock. how you love look at my cock crammed in your tight pussy” and then he took his fingers out of you, rubbing them on your lips and forcing you to kneel on the floor. “you're not going to cum, unless whore, you're going to shove our dicks down your throat and let us cum all over your body, then your boyfriend sees what he does to you full of other men's cum”

and then you noticed the other six men approach you with their dicks in their hands, taehyung was the first to pull your hair, and you were agile with your warm tongue tracing his dick up and down.

while your tongue was still on taehyung, hoseok rubbed his balls in your face, and you tried to grab them on your tongue too, but it was in vain.

“jungkook you date a prostitute!” seokjin said when you grabbed his dick, starting a masturbation.

"i'm sure she can handle two" jimin said, shoving his cock along with taehyung's down your throat.

and you sucked it, not even you know how, but you sucked it like it was the most delicious lollipop in the world while they both thrust hard into your throat.

at one point in the night, you had jimin and taehyung's dick in your mouth and seokjin and hoseok one in each hand. namjoon, jungkook and yoongi took turns rubbing their dicks over your body and slapping your chest and face.

jimin took his dick out of your mouth, and you fit seokjin's cock, watching from the side as jimin started jerking off.

yoongi was in your right hand, you caressing his balls.

you felt some tears in your eyes, sometimes hitting your friends' thighs to make them stop for you to breathe, before returning to the aggressive pace.

the feeling was much more pleasant due to the environment than the sexual act itself, since you could barely actually suck the dicks, every time someone was coming in and out of your mouth.

"i think this stupid bitch was too greedy, she hasn't choked on my dick yet" namjoon complained, making you release seokjin and hoseok's dick that were in your mouth, when the two came out, an absurd amount of saliva ran out of you, it was humiliating, but you didn't have much time to think as soon namjoon grabbed your hair and made your nose touch his pelvis.

and then yoongi and jungkook joined him, rubbing their balls all over your face while you just opened your mouth and gladly accepted whatever they gave you.

"you look like a bitch in heat, trying to suck all these dicks when you clearly can't!" yoongi complained.

and this triggered a series of humiliations.

"disgusting mouth, can't even suck dick properly!" jimin said.

"i'm ashamed to say that that mouth touched my dick." seokjin said as he buried his throat on his cock, making you cough and cry.

"i think the only good hole in you is your pussy." namjoon said shortly after spitting at you, encouraging the other six to do the same.

no matter how much they cursed and humiliated you, you had never felt so good, the feeling of having seven men in a circle around you was inexplicable.

and when hoseok left your mouth just to cum you felt even better.

his sperm falling down your face and breasts, mixing with that of jimin and taehyung who came soon after.

“our cumslut, so disgusting, free whore, thank u, jungkook” taehyung joked, grabbing your hair.

you came back with namjoon's dick in your mouth, choking and coughing several times as he fucked your mouth with even greater force than he used to do in your other holes.

“dating jungkook made you stupid, that mouth doesn't do anything right!” namjoon shouted, pulling his dick out of your throat only to spit a thick string of saliva there and hit you on face.

your face full of other guys cum while you was still sucking namjoon was what made your boyfriend cum on your face, making namjoon's big cock a little dirty.

"be useful at least a little and make me cum in that throat" yoongi said.

you put yoongi's dick back in your mouth, sucking it and namjoon's as they fucked you, and you saw stars as they came together and filled your throat, so full to the point that it leaked out of your mouth even though you tried to swallow.

you cum, without any stimulation other than the humiliation and the cum on your body, you just came so hard that your body shook.

you were a mess, your entire body and the room floor is a mixture of tears, cum, and spit. and you were still fucking wet.

"do you want some help with her?" your friends offered, after putting on your clothes and seeing that you were completely destroyed.

“no need,” jungkook thanked. "i take care of my princess."

and then the other six walked over to you, giving you a careful peck on the mouth before being led to the door.

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i just thought of the most random pwp short one shot crack!au and i like it so much that i might write 7 different versions for each bts member with the same concept

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Daddy's Home Fest

There's no better time than when daddy is home.

DILF BTS is coming to a Tumblr near you Spring 2024!

♡ Title: Before, Now and After

♡ Pairing: Alpha Gang Boss!Yoongi x Omega Maid!Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: gang au, dead dove, parent au, a/b/o | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: As the leader of the infamous Bangtan, Yoongi is untouchable and lives life as he pleases. He thinks he has it all until the tall and broad shoulder omegan maid, Kim Seokjin walks into his office and makes Yoongi second guess what he wants in life.

by @sweetestofchaos

Daddy Yoongi and Daddy Seokjin came home June 2. Read Here

♡ Title: Daddy, Daughter, and Dewey Decimals

♡ Pairing: Single Dad!Namjoon x (f)reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Parent AU, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining

♡ Summary: I adored the daddy and daughter duo that came to visit me every week at the library. Sunhee was cute and vivacious and her dad was every single woman's dream. A simple request, one late night, and a slip of the tongue revealing it wasn't just one-sided attraction.

by @remedyx

♡ Title: Dirty Laundry

♡ Pairing: Seokjin x f. reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Slice of life, established married couple, PWP

♡ Summary: When you come across your daughter and Seokjin having a princess-themed tea party, you can't help but fall in love with your husband a little more. It helps that you find him absolutely ravishing in the little pink dress he wears too.

by @sailoryooons

♡ Title: Love Blooms

♡ Pairing: Jin x Hoseok

♡ Rating: MA

♡ Genre: Divorced, single father AU | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: Summary: Divorced and lost, Jin grapples with self-discovery and single fatherhood. Then, sunshine arrives in the form of Hoseok, helping him explore his desires and build a found family. Their love faces challenges - ex-wife drama, societal disapproval - but together they prove love and acceptance can bloom even in unexpected gardens

by @downbad4yoongi

Daddy Hoseok and Daddy Seokjin came home April 26. Read here!

♡ Title: Lose You to Love Me

♡ Pairing: Yoongi x f! Reader

♡ Rating: 🔞

♡ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

♡ Summary: Yoongi thought he had everything. The woman of his dreams whom he gave everything for. The sweetest Princess who became his whole world the minute she was born and a career he can say he's happy in but what happens when it all comes crumbling down when one small secret blows his marriage open?

by @jmvore

♡ Title: Off Limits

♡ Pairing: Female Reader x Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: smut, porn with very little plot

♡ Summary: You are visiting your family over spring break and discover that the family you used to babysit for are separated. Does this mean Mister Kim is no longer off limits?

by @theharrowing

♡ Title: podcast

♡ Pairing: single father!Namjoon x f! reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: single father AU | fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

♡ Summary: You and Namjoon keep bumping into each other at multiple instances, as if destined to. In a world where past loves and current responsibilities intertwine, Namjoon navigates the complexities of single fatherhood, cherishing the moments with his daughter, Nari, while reflecting on lost love through his popular podcast, "A Loveless Lover." A chance encounter at a daycare center brings him face to face with you, sparking a connection rooted in compassion and shared moments of vulnerability. As their worlds collide, the possibility of new beginnings looms, challenging Namjoon and you to confront the past and consider the future with newfound hope.

by @hobipaint

♡ Title: sakura 🌸

♡ Pairing: king!yoongi x (f) reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: mature, fluff, angst, pining

♡ Summary: yoongi could never figure out how could a sakura tree bloom right on his son’s seventh birthday. logically, atleast, for his kingdom’s soil wasn't blessed enough for beautiful flora; however, when his inspection rounds reveal a trip totally unexpected, and in a crescendo of buried memories, his love for the tree gets as bright as the petals of the blossom.

by @liveyun

♡ Title: Shatter With Me

♡ Pairing: Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader

♡ Rating: MA 18+

♡ Genre: Best Friend's Husband, Surrogacy AU | heavy angst, smut, mild fluff

♡ Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.

by @colormepurplex2

Daddy Jungkook came home April 24. Read here!

♡ Title: Since Day One

♡ Pairing: teacher!jimin x teacher! f. reader

♡ rating: 18+

♡ Genre: enemies to lovers, coworker au, single father au

♡ Summary: Being a Pre-K teacher is no easy feat, but Jimin is always up for the challenge. However, on his first day on the job, he makes an enemy in the parking lot before he even sets foot inside the building. Looks like this school year won’t be all sunshine and rainbows after all.

by @jjungkookislife

Daddy Jimin came home April 6. Read here!

♡ Title: baby fangs

♡ Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook

♡ Rating: Explicit/18+

♡ Genre: Urban fantasy, vampires, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

♡ Summary: As a human, Jungkook thought life was meaningless. It isn’t until he dies that he finds something worth living for: the family he never had.

by @gimmethatagustd

[back2bluesidex]

Meanie - KSJ (18+)

Pairing: Mean Boss! Seokjin X Fem employee! Reader

Theme: PWP, smut

Wordcount: 900+

Summary: Kim Seokjin is mean and incredibly hot.

Warnings: Blow job, oral, mean boss, not so appropriate sex, things are fully consented between them. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: here is the mean Jin I wanted to write since the moment these photos dropped <3

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Two rough fingers land on your jaw, tightening around the angle harshly making your eyes tear up even more. 

“That’s all?” he asks, gritting his perfect set of teeth, “that’s all your smart mouth can do? Can’t even deep throat me? You whore!” 

If it was another time - if it was not this situation - as in you on your knees, sucking Kim Seokjin off, then he would have to pay for this degradation. 

You would have filed a defamation case for calling you derogatory names and would make sure that he sees the face of prison even if it’s only for a day. 

But the situation you are currently in… is kind of compromising. 

You had come to his cabin, slammed your resignation on his dark wood table, called him a selfish prick who wants nothing more than money and money. You threatened him that you would post about the company’s toxic work atmosphere in Linkedin and would give a one star review in Glassdoor but things turned around very quickly. 

Things accelerated from one argument to another (it’s only you who argued, he only replied calmly yet sharply), and now you are on your knees, mouth stuffed with his rock hard cock that you can’t even put in your mouth properly. 

You are but a woman and Kim Seokjin is way too handsome and tempting to turn down. 

He grabs the back of your neck and pushes your mouth more on his shaft. Your drool rolls down the back of his cock and your chin then drops on your shirt making it look darker than the original color. 

“Take me properly, Y/N!” Seokjin groans. 

It’s not your fault that you can’t take him. You are not inexperienced by any means but he is just so fucking big. 

You reel back to the time when you laughed at your co-worker for spreading the “Kim Seokjin has a giant dick” rumor. You thought he would be just average.

But oh boy! Were you wrong! 

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you try to take him full. The tip nudges at the back of your throat and makes you gag instantly. 

Seokjin thrusts up and things become ten times harder. 

But who are you to complain? Especially because your panties are ruined already and you can only think of how good his cock would feel inside you. If you complain now, it will make you nothing but a hypocrite. 

You start bobbing your head matching the rhythm of your predator’s thrusts. Your free hand comes up to fondle his balls. 

Seokjin moans. And you feel a weird and useless sense of pride. 

Turning your bobs faster, you start sucking on him hard. You can feel him twitching inside the walls of your mouth. 

His breaths soon turn heavy, short-lived and ragged. 

You are not doing much better. 

It’s embarrassing to say but you feel the familiar coil in your abdomen regardless of not being touched. 

You rock your hips seeking for the tiny bit of friction that your own legs can provide you. 

But that catches Seokjin’s eyes. 

“Rutting against nothing huh? Such a desperate slut!” he degrades you more with a lopsided smile playing on his beautiful face. 

You don’t reply - of course he is right. 

He slams his pelvis on your face. Your nose collides with his pubic hair, making the intensity of your arousal wilder. 

Seokjin moans prettily again as his hip shudders and he cums inside your mouth. His hand on the back of your neck goes tiger, “swallow it!” he commands. 

You comply. You try to swallow his disposal without wasting a drop. And while doing so, you cum undone wetting your leggings. 

When he is satisfied with your act, he pulls himself out from your mouth. His cock is glistening with his arousal and your spit. 

The mixture of the same runs down your chin making you look even messier. 

“Get up.” he orders again. You do so without voicing any protest.  

“Oh ho!” his eyes are fixed on the apparent wet spot on your leggings, “you came in your pants? So pathetic of you,Y/N.” 

Now that you are coming down from your high, shame washes over you. 

You were here to resign from the job after he canceled your vacation application but you ended up doing things you never thought you would. 

“I will take my leave” you reply with downcast eyes, turning your heels already to pick up your bag and leave. 

“Did I say you can leave?” he stands up from his over-expensive chair. Walking towards where you are standing, he closes the gap between your bodies. 

“I just resig-”

“I don’t accept it.” he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ears. 

“I am kind of mean, you see. I strive to keep the things that I like to myself and myself only.” he continues and gives you a sickeningly sweet smile. 

“Now come, let me fuck the brat out of you. So that you have more spice to add to that glassdoor review when I piss you off next time.” his finger traces the path of your shirt and lands on your chest. He circles his digit around your clothed nipple. You feel your arousal rushing back to you. 

Now if Kim Seokjin wants to fuck you, who are you to reject? But you are not as docile as he thinks you are. 

“Only if you accept the vacation application, Sir.”

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[day six: corruption kink]

pairing: seokjin x reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

notes: smut straight under the cut

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“Come on, baby. Play with yourself for me” Jin presses his lips to your cheek. Warm breath fanning over your flushed skin, the prettiest shade of pink.

His cock twitches as your hands slip between your thighs, eyes refusing to meet his as your fingers curl over your covered pussy. So unsure of yourself as the pads of your fingers graze over your clit, not enough to spark any pleasure. Simply grazing over your cunt, no real pressure behind your movements.

You squirm in Jin’s lap, pitiful coo falling from his lips as you press a little harder over your pussy lips, growing desperate in your own arousal.

You swallow down your pride, frustrated tears clinging to your eyes as you look up at him; anything to feel the pleasure that he likes to bring you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, faux pout pulling at his bottom lip at your clear distress. Poor little pussy throbbing, desperate.

“Wanna feel good” you murmur, hips stuttering upwards against your hand, nothing happening.

Jin hums, a sound you know means you weren’t about to get your way, “Then make yourself feel good”

Your bottom lip pulls out into a pout, index finger pressing a little harder against the soaked crotch of your panties.

“I don’t know how” it comes out as nothing more than a whisper, breathy and quiet. So much embarrassment tearing away at your insides at the fact you didn’t even know how to pleasure yourself. So scared of your own body and the many possibilities of endless pleasure you could be able to bring yourself.

“What was that, baby? Say it louder I couldn’t hear you” his hands slip around your waist, greedy fingers slipping under your shirt, teasing over your bare tits.

“I don’t know how” a little louder, enough for Jin’s cock to throb. Dewy precum leaking into his underwear as your eyes watch his hands, nipples hardening as he barely brushes the pads of his thumbs over your flesh.

“You don’t know how?” he asks, mean little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shake your head, hands now stagnant between your thighs, fingers paused over the growing wet spot; pussy leaking so much slick at the tone of his voice, hands touching you in sensitive places.

“And you want Jinnie to help you?” he presses a kiss to your jaw, holding himself there as you swallow down a whimper.

You nod.

“Want me to teach you how to play with your pretty little clit?” his fingers pinch one of your nipples, tugging a moan out of you.

Your chest stutters for a breath, “Yes, please” you whine, hands slipping to your sides when he pulls your legs open.

Another wave of slick leaks out your pussy when he tugs your panties down, singular hand tugging both your ankles upwards to help you strip for him.

Your cunt clenches, puffy and needy and ever so desperate you can’t find it in yourself to want to close your legs when you pushes them open; hooked on either side of his thighs.

His hands skim down the length of your body, hard cock pressing against your lower back, straining for any sort of friction as he catches sight of your slicked up pussy.

“This right here” his fingers skim over your mound, “is where we’re gonna make you feel really good, okay baby?”

His fingers dip through your folds, wet with your arousal before he pulls back the hood of your clit.

You glance down the line of your body, clenching as the sight of his hand so close to where you want him.

His thumb runs over your clit, hips jutting upwards at the sudden pleasure pulsing down your body.

“You always make such pretty noises when I touch you here” he murmurs, finger dragging over the little bud, dribble of slick falling onto the sheets as he touches you.

He holds your pussy open, swollen little clit throbbing, “Touch yourself, come on my love” he urges, free hand taking hold of yours, pressing your fingers just as he had.

He swallows down a groan at your gentle flick of your clit, the unsure way you drag over it, no doubt only feeling the smallest sparks of pleasure.

It must be how unsure you are of your own body, indirect innocence of it all that has him rutting his hips forward, barely any friction against his straining cock. The mere sight of you probably enough for him to cum in his underwear.

He dips a finger into your pussy as you slowly work out how to touch your clit, pressing a little harder, a little faster as Jin pushes against your sweet spot.

You find yourself slipping your orgasm, thighs quivering. The sweetest little moans tumbling off your lips in quick succession when he flicks at your clit. Your hands grasping the fabric of your shirt as he prolongs your orgasm. Because as much as he loves the idea of you being the master of your own pleasure, there will always be something about him doing it for you, slowly plaguing your mind that has him cumming untouched.

[bangtangalicious]

gimme more (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f-reader

genre: smut pwp drabble innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, loss-of-innocence!au

wc: 1.2k (short!)

summary: you grind on jungkook till he cums in his pants

warnings: 18+ (be gone children!) pw(o)p explicit smut. NEEDY koo but what did you expect, whining, outercourse, grinding or rather riding jungkook for all he's worth, cumming in pants, licking, begging, stuttering, multiple orgasms bc jk is a horny boi, just wild messy filth, light manhandling, one smacc on dat ass, inexperienced!koo & reader, fondling, breast play, did i mention needy koo? unedited

part of the touch me wherever universe. *can be standalone*

Jungkook loved going shopping with you. Especially the part where you'd try on anything he picked out and twirl around for him. Like a little plaything. He'd test your limits at first. A cute crop top. A black bikini. A short sundress.

Could you blame him? The way your plump little ass looked in the flimsy fabric had him crossing his legs in an attempt to hide the raging hard on in his sweats.

Today the roles were reversed though. Jungkook needed new pants.

Why? Because he kept ruining them. Because of you. Too embarrassed to let his parents wash them in the laundry, afraid he would have to explain how easily you could make him cum without even trying.

As you dragged him into the Calvin Klein store, he was immediately uncomfortable. So many pictures of naked men. Were you looking? Did you like it? Of course not, you only like Jungkook, you told him yourself.

You wouldn't lie to him, right?

"I like these" You handed him a pair of dark jeans, a blue so deep it reminded him of the ocean. "Go try them on"

He did, jumping into the thick fabric. The pants were snug. When he walked out of the fitting room, he almost choked seeing that you were trying on some underwear.

"Oh hey" You were unphased. Then again, why should you mind? Jungkook had seen your body. Kissed and licked every inch of it. You had nothing to hide from him.

But he had something to hide from you. You wouldn't be able to tell, not in these jeans. But Jungkook needed you now.

He scolded himself internally. Can't you keep it together one fucking time! He worried you'd find him pathetic. Once you learned better.

Seokjin had offered to teach the two of you how to have sex properly. Jungkook knew you were curious, but frankly he liked things they way they were. You knowing only the taste of him. His lips. His cock.

Self-control? Jungkook never needed it. Why should he? You'd never deny him. What would he do if you did, what would he do if you said no? If you tried to pull away as he picked you up into his lap, kicking the dressing room door shut? If you didn't let him seat your cushy little cunt right over his zipper, gripping your thighs so tight?

He'd probably cry. And he knew you'd never deny him then.

Could you tell he was hard? He watched your face intently, while you continued to play with the straps of the bra you were clearly not finding comfortable.

Jungkook could help with that. It would be his pleasure.

He snapped the damn thing off.

You sighed with relief, his hands tracing the imprint of the tight underwire before cupping over your mounds. You were so fucking pretty, and you didn't even know it. But he liked that you didn't know. If you did, you might leave him. He wouldn't know how to survive without you. Without being able to touch you just like this.

"Do you like them?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you.

"The jeans?" Ohh.

His hands slid to your bare back, pulling you closer till your chest was pressed against his. He wanted to feel you, but he couldn't not through those damn jeans. The desperation had him boiling inside. Feverish, as you mindlessly rolled your hips.

He gritted his teeth, aware of the warmth between your thighs and wishing he could feel the slippery wetness that was no doubt there. Instead he grabbed handfulls of your ass, pushing you up, letting you bounce on his groin. Once, then a little harder. Harder.

"Fuckk" Jungkook screamed in frustration. Nails digging into the cotton panties. He pushed his hips up, desperately trying to get friction for his cock. "Why can't I feel you--I wanna feel you, Y/n"

His cock strained painfully, trapped within the confines of his jeans. So badly he wished it would tear open, so that you could bounce right on his cock. You were so fucking warm, and tight, he knew how you felt. How could he go on now that he knew--he needed you all the time!

"It hurts" He whined, "It hurts so bad" You caressed his shoulders, getting him to calm down. Jungkook exhaled shakily, eyes red with fury.

"Let me try" You shifted your weight, clenching your thighs around his torso. You rolled your hips, deep and intentional, doing your best to spread open so that the tiny bulge in his pants could sneak right in.

"Mmpfh" His face was buried into your neck, hair brushing against your breast. "More, m-more please, need to feel more"

You did as he said. He loved you for that. Loved how eager you were to meet his every need. He would do the same for you, of course. The thought reminding him to reward your effort by popping your breast into his mouth. Lightly biting on the flesh.

"Koo" You blushed, grinding down even harder. Finally Jungkook was able to get some friction. A bare semblance of satisfaction. It only left him craving more.

"Y-yeah, harder please I can feel it" He buried his face into your chest as you rode him. Ass thrusting against his rigid jeans. The tent growing as he bucked his hips.

You began to slow down.

"NO" Instinctively, Jungkook slapped your ass.

You froze.

"Uh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that--d-don't stop PLEASE! fuck don't stop now just keep going like that just a little bit. Please, for me, it's so good, it's so fucking good, don't stop"

He kissed your lips, urging you on. "Feels so good, just wanna fit right into you like this" He thrust up, brushing against your clit. You groaned in response.

"You like it too, don't even lie to me Y/n. You like sitting on me like this" He peppered kisses across your jaw, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you moving against him.

"Just a bit more. Can you o-open wide please? Yeah, yeah," Jungkook sighed as you flattened your pussy right onto his bulge. You moved back and forth, rubbing up against him desperately.

"G-gunna, oh god Y/n, I'm--" Jungkook hissed loudly. Painfully, he came, pressure snapping within him. His cock twitched, still desperate to release. Still hard as a rock.

You looked at him curiously, wondering if he was done.

As if.

"Get off" He pushed you suddenly. You yelped, his movements quick as he stood up, grabbing you by the waist, turning you around and pinning you against the wall.

"Koo--wait"

Jungkook let out a low growl. He was far too frustrated to explain himself. He unhooked his jeans, dragging them out until his cock sprung through his boxers.

Immediately he pressed the tip against your ass, rutting shamelessly as though you were a pillow. His teeth scraping the top of your head, hands gripping your breasts--pinching your nipples, still covered in his saliva.

His cock slid against the fabric. He knew you were wet. Could feel it leaking through. He fucked against you, rabid. Sweat budding at his forehead.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes" Without thinking he reached down to drag the fabric between your legs aside, coating himself with you. You winced but he could care less. He couldn't think straight. Everything was white with pleasure and red with need.

You were close. You skin so sweet as he kissed all over your neck. The pretty arch of your back as he slid his cock through your folds. Unrelenting.

"M'gonna cum" Jungkook mumbled, blinking back tears. His hips speeding up furiously, ignoring the bruising on your ass. He pressed your face against the wall, swallowing your lips as he spilled down your thighs.

You let out a long sigh. Glad for a moment of stillness.

"So are you gonna buy those jeans?"

Jungkook giggled, kissing you fondly.

"Only if you promise to sit on my lap whenever I do"

want more needy!koo smut? read the original or:

scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia | when your tits ache and he helps

drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you | soaked n’ slippery

a/n: this is for my tmw babies, because i keep you waiting for so long. hope you enjoy. thank you for reading <3 please let me know what you think!

[btscontentenjoyer]

BTS Summer Fic Recs

Here are some summer fanfic recommendations if you need something to read on the beach, by the pool, or just in your room while you're trying to escape the heat! If you enjoy any of these stories, please don't forget to let the author know by reblogging and leaving feedback. Most of these stories contain smut or other mature themes so MINORS DNI!

kim namjoon

solace by @m-yg93 (13.5k) fluff/smut

[roommates to lovers]

summary: Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

kim seokjin

all you’re giving me is friction by @hot-soop (28.3k) angst/smut/fluff

[surfer!seokjin x lifeguard!f.reader, lovers to enemies (lite) to lovers]

summary: You’ve graduated! Congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… Except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. And it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.

min yoongi

the landlord by @ppersonna (4.3k) smut/light crack/pwp

[landlord!yoongi]

summary: your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

watermelon sugar by @yoonjinkooked (23k) smut/romcom

[strangers to lovers, vacation au]

summary: Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.

jung hoseok

strawberry sundae by @youtifulhobi (6k) fluff

[lifeguard!hoseok x olympian swimmer!reader, meet cute]

summary: A few years after you begin dating Jung Hoseok, the two of you reminisce about how you met when he was a lifeguard and saved you from drowning, when in reality you had just fell off your strawberry floatie and he just wanted to talk to you.

a taste of paradise by @theharrowing (8k) light angst/smut

[strangers to lovers, chance encounters]

summary: A handsome stranger helps take your mind off of all of the drama that awaits you back home. It is bittersweet, isn’t it, how a chance encounter that makes you feel so good can also just leave you craving more.

park jimin

i need you tonight by @minisugakoobies (1.5k) smut/slight angst?

[pool boy!jimin]

summary: You’re tired of watching your evil stepmom waste your father’s money. So you steal one of her toys.

you dtf? by @sailoryooons (10.2k) smut/pwp

[strangers to one-night stand]

summary:  You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

into the wilderness by @gukyi (27k) angst/fluff/comedy

[friends to lovers, camp counsellor au, unrequited love]

summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

kim taehyung

summer feelings by @jjkeverlast (558) fluff/crack

[childhood best friends to lovers]

summary: taehyung catches you off guard during your first trip to the beach.

himbo hours by @gimmethatagustd (7k) pwp/smut/humor

[himbo!taehyung x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: Trouble always seems to follow Taehyung. An innocent night of finding new friends to share his alcohol, drugs, and boxy smiles quickly turns into a mess when he accidentally punches you, a poor, unsuspecting clubgoer, right in the face. Whoops!

trip by @daechwitatamic (22k) fluff

[friends to lovers, camping au]

summary: Your gigantic crush on Kim Taehyung is so bad that you drop whatever you’re holding every time he speaks to you. Your dirty liar of a best friend SWORE to you he wouldn’t be on this camping trip, but he is. Luckily, the trip gives Taehyung the chance to see you in a new light, admittedly with some help from his best friend (and definitely hired spy) Park Jimin.

jeon jungkook

in which sour and salt could be so sweet when jungkook’s existence reminds you that there is still good in the world. by @onlyswan (3.1k) fluff/a pinch of angst/suggestive

[established relationship]

baecation by @1kook (5.9k) smut

[richboy!jungkook, vacation au]

summary: “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

heartless by @here2bbtstrash (7.4k) pwp/smut

[exes hooking up]

summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

no longer strangers by @soft4gguk (9.4k) fluff/smut

[jungkook x inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers, summer love au]

at the end of the day by @starshapedkookie (13.3k) fluff/smut/a little angst

[ex-baseball player!jungkook, high school friends to lovers, beach/vacation au]

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

lemon sherbet by @extravaguk (15k) fluff/smut/angst

[tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook x popular!reader, ex high school classmates, kinda frenemies to lovers, summer au]

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

concrete king by @bratkook (16.7k) fluff/smut

[skaterboy!jungkook x reader, himbo energy]

summary: when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there’s no way you could ever say no to him

ex on the beach by @beahae (mini-series, 18.2k) fluff/light angst/smut

[exes to lovers]

summary: You and Jungkook broke up. But it would be very silly of you to let the fancy beach vacation you both won go to waste, right?

stars behind waves by @taegularities (22.7k) angst/fluff/smut

[estranged childhood best friends to lovers, beach/vacation au]

summary: With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.

paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae (two-shot, 30k) angst/smut

[enemies to lovers, camp counsellor au]

summary: when your camp leader forces you and jeongguk as partners in a team building activity. with frustrations and anger flaring during your journey down the river, how will all this pent-up emotion get released?

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out my list! I read some of these stories while on vacation this year, and some have stayed with me for a while since I read them last summer. If anyone has more summery recommendations, I'd love to hear them, so don't be afraid to put them in the comments or send me an ask <3