namstruck

[namstruck]

EL CIELO A MI FAVOR | YOONKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

“where jungkook gets invited to his long lost ex-lover's wedding and can't help but hold back tears from remembering their happiest memories, reminiscing the good times they shared in their young love,”

WARNING; angst! non-idols au!!

WORD COUNT: 1004

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏

**** *** 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 21𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑.

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𝚁𝚂𝚅𝙿

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hoseok!

good morning kook!

let's grab some coffee!!

jungkook☆彡

morning

alright

—

jungkook fixes the wrinkly collar of his checkered buttoned up shirt, patiently waiting for his order of a tall macchiato. hoseok was still in line waiting to get served since he had arrived later, even though he was the one who invited the younger for a cup of coffee in the first place.

"order for jungkook!"

the said male who was lost in thought comes to reality and receives his coffee, thanking the female barista. finding a small table for two, he pulls the steel chair from under and slide himself in, the coldness of the base still sending chills down his spine due to the thin material of his pants. eventually, hoseok comes along and sits, watching jungkook fidget with the cardboard piece of his own cup. taking a sip, he begins to start a conversation with him.

"so," he hesitates, "are you going to the wedding?"

he knew it. this is why he invited him, just to ask about the invitation. he knew when hoseok chipped in to pay for anything he would always want something in return.

jungkook sighs, fiddling with his cup again. "should i?" he bites his lower lip waiting for some kind of sign that maybe he should go.

"hmm well i mean it's not like you're obligated to go but i bet it'd be nice and maybe start over with him yknow?"

"he's getting married seok, he's not having a meet and greet. plus," he sighs, "it's not like we ended on good terms.."

hoseok scratches the back of his head, sighing quietly too. "yeah. i know." of course he knew. he knew how destroyed jungkook felt, he was there the moment his heart split in two. he could never imagine the feeling but just witnessing it gave him an idea of it. "let's just go," hoseok gently places his hand on top of the younger's, "just you and me."

—

jungkook fixes the collar of his buttoned shirt, folding it carefully trying not to wrinkle the edges, and pats his chest through his black suit. before heading out the front door, he makes sure all of his necessaries are in his pockets and as soon as he finds that they are, he leaves his place and goes to his small, navy blue car. he hesitates to insert the keys, trying to decide if this was still a good idea.

no. yes. no? maybe..

without much thought anymore, he starts his car. the engine roars loudly making the car shake a bit. typing in the address on his phone, he takes off.

once he arrived, he parked his car, turning it off but stayed inside. his hands felt slippery on the leather steering wheel, the tight grip becoming painful from the friction. this was bad, coming here was bad. maybe if he went back home he could take the chance of not risking anything. before placing the key in the ignition again, jungkook hears a couple of taps on his side of the window.

hoseok.

opening the car door he's greeted by him and is asked if he was coming or not. jungkook swallows, his throat dry and painful. once he got out, the small beep that signified the car was locked made his spine shiver even more. why was he so nervous. it was just a wedding. the wedding of his ex-boyfriend. they waited in the formed line to be checked to see if they were on the list to enter the church for the wedding they were invited to. looking up, he could see how wide and tall the chapel was, the cross and decorations shiny and well kept.

he just really hoped the sky was in his favor.

—

yoongi's bride was pretty, long, honey hair, a cute round face, and a slim body with a small waist. it seemed he had a type. jungkook wasn't going to lie he felt pretty much betrayed. he was watching the live of his life get married to his replacement so easily. seeing how he received her from her father's arms wasn't easy, he wanted it to be him. jungkook wanted yoongi's happily ever after to be with him, not her.

but this was all just yoongi's way of saying he was better off with a normal relationship, not with a guy. the younger wanted to cry right then and there, to scream when they shared their vows and kissed. that was supposed to be him, he'd promised.

—

jungkook sets the coffee mug on top of the counter beside yoongi's piano, currently playing on it. the older walks in the music room as he, for some time now, could hear its echo throughout his house. it took jungkook a while before he felt a pair of eyes watching him, turning around to see his boyfriend leaning on the door frame, smiling at him in awe. but he continues playing, remembering every note he was taught by the master himself.

it wasn't until yoongi's slippers patted onto the tiles of the room, stopping a few steps later as he sat next to the boy. extra keys are played, the melody mixing into harmony now. the song now in full effect.  the whole time, the older staring at jungkook with just love in his eyes it seemed excessive, but not to him.

"i must be the luckiest man alive to have someone like you."

"and why is that?" jungkook asks playfully.

"maybe because," yoongi smiles, "the sky is in my favor~"

yeah right. what a fucking lie.

#bts #bts fic #bts yoongi #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #bts yoonkook #bts angst #angst

[namstruck]

SKIRTS | OT7

REQUESTED BY: N/A

WARNING; just an imagine !!

WORD COUNT: 671

namjoon—

❀ namjoon would be the type to look really good in a school girl skirt since he has long, smooth legs that would probably wrap around someone nicely, them hanging off their waist as they thrust into the cute boy, holding hands. and yet the fabric would be too short in length due to his height so he couldn't do much or it would ride up, showing his underwear and inner thighs whenever he moved even a tiny bit which neither of them minded

seokjin—

❀ jin would probably wear one as a joke at first or to see what all the hype was about, so he'd borrow one of his female friends’ or s/o’s from their drawer and while he was busy checking himself out, his dom coming into their shared bedroom to ask if he wanted to go out shopping but stopped mid-sentence when they spot him. he immediately got embarrassed and reached around for the zipper until they stopped him, groping his bottom from under the plain, rosy skirt, making him a stuttering mess

yoongi—

❀ don't get me started on yoongi !! he has such pretty and soft legs that i bet they would feel nice around someone's neck while eating him out in a miniskirt:( the poor baby whining from the sensation and embarrassment that he wouldn't be able to hold back and lean himself more into their mouth all while his own would be occupied tasting his dom’s below him, both their tummies covered in yoongi’s mess

hoseok—

❀ hoseok would most likely do it as a dare or to prove a point, the point being he'd look way better than anyone out there, but at the end of the day it didn't stop his dom from imagining things which would lead to a messy handjob and nonstop teasing for the pretty boy, so maybe, in the end, he was right

jimin—

❀ the boy would obediently do as he would be asked, dressing up for their dom in some kind of way for a special night. as much as he would be glad too, he'd also be super excited !! showing himself off for them, all of his curves in the right places. he'd sit on their lap as they ran their cold hands up to his crotch, his breath shaky and his eyes full of lust. and every time they'd peck his lips, they both would end up giggling

taehyung—

❀ a phase. it would be a fashion phase. like at one point he would only wear fedoras when going out or popping eye makeup and so forth. but his lover really never thought he'd be so interested in them, every time they'd go to the mall together he'd always drag them into specific stores and pay more than he could admit on all kinds and styles of skirts. but of course his s/o wouldn’t mind. and let's just say that he would also buy some specifically for them to enjoy. but when his phase would be over, he'd donate his clothes but keep a few of them for...research purposes

jeongguk—

❀ this cute baby would love a small amount of crossdressing just for fetish purposes and because he would look really good too !! he would always be jealous of how other people would dress so freely and look so good that he would want to give it a try just to feel pretty. but his s/o would always tell him that he didn't need all of this fancy stuff, and that to them he was the most amazing and beautiful person in their eyes and to that he would cry in their arms, letting them plant small kisses on his wet, swollen eyes:(( but !! then every so often they would always have a night out together, dressing up in matching outfits and going out to eat or dancing in pretty dresses and a few tight skirts here and there and whenever other guys would stare, his s/o would stare back at them and become protective and drag the baby back home, fucking him until he cried out just for them and only them

#bts #bts jimn #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts hoseok #bts seokjin #bts imagines

[namstruck]

EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY｜VHOPE

REQUESTED BY: Cherry_Mocha (wattpad)

WARNING; angst !! soulmate au ! high school student! taehyung !! college student! hoseok !!

WORD COUNT: 2754

it is said that the age you shall die and leave with your last breath is revealed on your very own wrist on your eighteenth birthday. most people live up to the expected years; somewhere around their mid or late nineties, some even luckier to live a century. but others, not so lucky, have less than a decade, even a year if you count the rare ones. you start truly living once you grow up to whom you'd love to be, trying your best to squeeze every single thing on your bucket list, even though you know it'll never happen because your life now is shorten and everything is being rushed all at once and your time is twice as precious.

—

taehyung, if he were being honest, wasn't really oh-so excited for his upcoming birthday. he didn't want to know exactly what age he was bound to die, thinking about it just made him anxious ever since his older sister got hers. having only five years left for her. from there, taehyung knew he needed to start living his life at its best, knowing his genetics. but most importantly, he knew his grandmother, the only family he had left, would be devastated, already losing a daughter and now bound to lose a second grandchild. not only that, but, what hurt him most was the high possibility and leaving behind the love of his life.

at the moment, the honey-blonde senior was waiting for the clock to land and ring at two-ten; his index finger tapping ever so impatiently on his wooden school desk. class as usual was slow and the professor's lecture dragged and dragged, taehyung's ears muffling all of it from lack of attention. his uniform itched, his own fault for not wearing an undershirt this morning, scratching the one spot roughly and most likely making a small rash. he'd have to remember to get some cream for it later.

looking outside the wide, glass window on his left, taehyung starts daydreaming again, only this time he places his chin on the palm of his right hand as it rests on his desk.

"oh, hyung,"

the familiar squeaky voice makes taehyung turn his head with a raised brow and blank expression. now getting his attention, the boy calling him walks towards him as he struggles with his backpack and two three-inch workbooks, his uniform slightly wrinkled somehow. once he was walking at the same pace and side-by-side with the taller boy he starts chatting with him, still struggling.

"i told you to stop calling me that," taehyung sternly says. the boy next to him laughs it off as they turn left and into the next hallway.

"sorry, i forget," he looks up at his senior innocently. "force of habit," he continues, "plus, it feels wrong.." taehyung knew that it was very formal and common to address your upperclassmen but he hated it; it was just too much for him. so every time the junior, that was his friend— for some reason—, called him 'hyung' all it did was make him cringe.

the two boys after walking a bit reach taehyung's destination, his locker. as he turned the lock for his combination, the younger kept talking, his chattiness just consisting of upcoming events and daily routine. the raven watching taehyung putting his textbooks away and grabbing his backpack, placing other books inside for his assignments later. his big, doe eyes full of admiration towards the obvious tired older.

"so are you excited for your birthday tomorrow?"

taehyung winces at the question as soon as they came out of the younger's small lips, dropping a small notebook on accident. picking it up on impact, the younger skims his reaction and auden shakiness. seeing this, he apologizes as he realizes the situation. it was fine though, it wasn't his fault. the older never told him how he felt or his worries, so his apologies were just being wasted.

"look, kook," he stammers, "i have to go, see you tomorrow, 'kay?" zipping the two folds of his bag, he excuses himself, speed walking away and out the double doors at the end of the hall. the faint goodbye from the younger fading away.

the walk home was quiet. his head empty. his grandmother wasn't home when he got there, a note telling her whereabouts. his shoes loudly bang going up the stairs of the two-story home, taking them off and carelessly shoving them in his closet next to his bedroom door. his room was surprisingly warm—even though it was below twenty outside—and he immediately removes his uniform, slipping on his regular sleepwear. plopping on his queen-sized bed face-up, the covers ocean blue with white frames as it's pattern, he lets out the deep sigh he had been concealing all day as he stares at the white ceiling above him.

before he could actually start daydreaming again or fall asleep, his text ringtone goes off. rolling over his body slumps, realizing his cellphone was still in his backpack. he groans and curses at himself for forgetting to grab it as usual. lifting himself up, his feet drag to the thrown bag on the carpeted floor, opening a pocket to retrieve the device. it lights up showing the lockscreen of a selfie of his boyfriend and him together, smiling. but it also previewed a text.

seokie <3

hi !!!!!!

how is my peach doing💓

you

hi,

i'm good a bit tired but

there's nothing sleep can't fix right ?

you

how are you, sunshine?

seokie <3

i'm doing good too !

i just woke up from a napㅠ .. ㅠ

you

lucky smh

did you go to the interview earlier today??

seokie <3

yes !!

you

how'd it go?

seokie <3

it went really well !! eeeek !!

i need to tell you everything

so imma call you !!!!

but pick up this time>:((

you

yeah yeah

hehe

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖:

seokie <3

[ accept ]             [ decline ]

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𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖:

seokie <3

[ accept ]             [ decline ]

"taehyungie~!!"

"hi," the said male chuckles at his boyfriend's enthusiasm and bright, positive vibe.

"okayyyy so where do i even start," the boy on the other line hums before talking again, "oh yeah! right okay so i woke up this morning really late—i'msorrypleasedon'tyellatme—but! i wasn't late to the interview so that's good," taehyung shakes his head, "so when i got to the place, i asked the lady at the front for the manager, and which by the way, she was so nice! she complimented my outfit like!! yes i know i snapped today huh? hehe~ anyways! right..so she got the manager for me and from there we went to like an office or something and we did my interview there and he said he'll definitely hire me!!"

"really?" taehyung asks surprised, his boyfriend confirming what he just said. "i'm so proud of you! i owe you a hug and lots of kisses for sure," he sighs happily as he hears the boy squealing on the other end with him, "now all you have to do it training and after that you'll have the job."

"yes! tae you don't know just how excited i am," the younger could tell he was pouting, "like my heart is beating out of my chest right now and i'm about to cryyyyy!" he whines. "but for now, tell me about your day peach!"

"oh ah, well y'know, my day was boring, like always," he scratches the back of his head, trying his best not to sound troublesome, "...just school things ha."

"even through the phone i can tell that you're lying to me."

taehyung sighs, his free hand rubbing his face, "yeah i know. i'm sorry, i suck at lying."

"do you wanna talk about it? you know i'm always here for you."

"yeah i know," he always knew. but the real question was; was taehyung always going to be there for him?

“thank you.”

—

"happy birthday hyung—i mean taehyung!"

the raven haired boy holds up a small, wrapped box in his hands towards taehyung. the older receives it and thanks him, opening it in front of him.

"ohhh..kook you really didn't have to—"

"i wanted to, so please accept it!" taehyung frowns and watches the younger beg for him to keep the expensive, valuable gift and leaves him behind to go home for the weekend. there was nothing he could do about it now but just place it carefully in his own backpack, zipping it up and walking out the same double doors. he felt so bad, he never wanted a friend—nonetheless—anyone in general to spend their money on expensive things for him.

spotting his boyfriend's silver car, he paces for it as he tries to actually enjoy the day his lover planned for him, knowing he always hated the thought of his eighteenths, not really knowing why he did. but it was a day he was going to make special just for his taehyungie, and nothing was going to ruin it.

taehyung, opening the right shoulder of the vehicle, hops in and greets the freshly showered and groomed boy. his warm hand holds onto his cold one, their eyes meeting and then his lips to his also warm cheek.

"so, where are we going?" taehyung. finally asks. the older jumping up from remembrance, almost pushing the gas pedal, and exclaims.

"i’m not gonna spoil it but you'll see, it's gonna be super fun!" he gives him a reassuring smile, taehyung trusting him as they drive off.

—

"are we there yet? we've been driving for half an hour already.."

"we're almost there, you just have to be patient puppy~" taehyung blushes at the sudden nickname, liking it too much. he much of a patient person, he could tolerate certain times but going almost an hour was his peak and he just couldn't wait any longer. not even five minutes passed again when taehyung whiningly asks, "are we there yet?" all his boyfriend could do was laugh at his own impatient one, something he loved about his character.

he pulls up to a flat, plain that was separated fairly from the two-sided road, the sound of gravel crushing against the rubber of the tires vibrates the car. putting the car in park, his boyfriend takes out the key from its place and opens his side door as he slides out quickly. taehyung, confused a bit, hesitates to open his own door until he hears the trunk close shut, seeing the older male carry out a basket and walking towards the right side of his car.

when taehyung pulls on the handle, he feels a burning itch on his left wrist. as he's flipping it over to see he spots a faded two-digit number slowly arising. but before he could clearly see anything, his boyfriend taps on the window and open the door for him. "were you waiting for me to be a gentleman," he asks mockingly. the younger, before processing anything, looks at him with anxious eyes before dropping a fake smile and played along. he gets out of the silver car, quickly offering to help carry some of the stuff the older was holding but was politely rejected.

"so," he starts, "what's with all the stuff?" pointing at the junk in his boyfriends arms, he asks curiously. the other boy just held his hand, dragging him towards a free, green and grassy spot. he lets go of his hand to unfold and place a large, wide square-patterned blanket on the ground as well as the rest of the stuff. once done, he wipes the sweat off his forehead and childishly huffs out.

"ta-da!"

a picnic.

'how cute', the younger thought. it was really just one of those nice days and now that the sun was soon to set, it started to feel more enjoyable and lovely. the older really was trying his best to make him feel special and it showed.

"do you like it?" his boyfriend asks a bit panicky, hoping he did, "or is it too cheesy?? i can fix it, i mean we can go do something else or—"

taehyung pats him in comfort, "i love it." he smiles gently as he lays his head on the older's shoulder.

—

"mine said i have until i'm ninety-six, so basically i'll have a full life," hoseok exclaims when taehyung asks about his age expectancy, not really having an interest in it based on his expression and tone. well, the younger was happy at least knowing his hoseok was going to live long. in the same sense, his wrist itched again only this time the numbers appeared darker and vividly. not wanting to catch hoseok's attention to it, he pulls his sleeve down more and avoids using that arm for the rest of the day.

it really pained him to hide anything from him, especially something as important as this. but, it would be less hurtful to say goodbye, that's why...it was better this way. it was better for them both to not acknowledge it. and if he ever asks, he would just have to lie.

their hands hold onto each other as they watch the sunset disappear slowly by the minute, all the snacks and food hoseok made and packed, gone. letting out a deep sigh and closing his eyes, taehyung turns over to the boy on his left. "hoseok," before he could tell him anything, their eyes lock, the number on his wrist aching, not only on his skin but his heart as taehyung holds back his words, replacing it with a genuine, "i love you." a tear rolling down his cheek as their foreheads meet.

—

koo。

happy late birthday btw !!

sorry i missed it:(

you

thank you^^

you're fine dw !

koo。

i owe you your present when i see you

so no saying no:𝙘

you

okay okay^^

taehyung chuckles at his friend, "he's always so serious," he mumbles to himself before taking a sip of his dark coffee, that was sitting on the counter, out of the red mug when the small pounce in his head hits again. his face scrunches in pain, hand pressing on the spot.

"you okay?"

hoseok's concerned voice echoes the kitchen. "yeah..just," he rubs his temple, "my head's been hurting all morning.."

"probably because you drink too much coffee," hoseok jokes, taking a sip of his own mug. taehyung glares at him before walking out to the living room. and it wasn't long until he was watching the news, later skimming through channels. hoseok takes the empty space next to him on the couch, wrapping an arm around him once he settled on a show. something about cuddling always made them feel happy, even though the younger's head was pounding.

they had been living together for three years, taehyung moving in after graduation. their new home felt cozy and just right, a quiet, nice neighborhood with a lot of green surrounding them. the younger hated leaving his grandmother behind, he loved her dearly, but she had told him that it was time he start his life and that she'd be fine, being the strong, independent woman she was. and so, he listened.

seeing his mug almost empty, taehyung gets up, the older's arm slipping off his shoulder, and heads to the kitchen again. his hand grips on the coffee pot's black handle, the glass hitting the clay mug as it pours hot coffee slowly. but he shakes, his head pounding slightly harder this time. still grabbing ahold of the pot, he winces at the sensation, his face scrunched and he groans. once he feels it go away, he proceeds to pour the rest of his coffee, taking the mug in his hands as he heads for the living room to join hoseok.

before he could fully turn around, though, another pounce strikes him, only this time more painful that it makes the mug slip out of his hands and drops his body to the ground, his unsupported weight causing a loud thud when it comes in contact with the wooden floor. he could hear a low voice calling out to him, a pair of hands wrapping around him. but, somehow, the rhythm of his breathing or heart beating weren't there. he couldn't sense or hear them anymore. and all of the pain he was once feeling, was gone.

everything was gone, including him.

#bts fic #bts #bts taehyung #btsv #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts au fic #bts au #bts hoseok #bts jhope #bts vhope #angst

[namstruck]

PEANUT BUTTER | NAMKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

WARNING; handjob ! teasing!! fluff !

WORD COUNT: 590

"trick-or-treat!"

jungkook coos at the four children in their halloween costumes, holding up their decorated baggies for candy. he, himself, was dressed up in a cute angel outfit he made himself. grabbing the bucket of sweets, he gives each kid a handful and watches as they skip off happily to their parents. the door closes and the bucket goes back on the table near it. at that exact moment, namjoon walks around to the bucket and unwraps a piece of chocolate, eating it happily.

"hey!" jungkook shoves the orange bucket away from him, "not for you!" he huffs, crossing his arms.

"but i bought it.."

"doesn't matter, it's still not for you!"

namjoon just rolls his eyes.

"and why aren't you wearing your costume?"

"because i'm not seven." namjoon receives a punch to his arm, jungkook obviously mad. "but i like your costume though," he kisses the top of his forehead, "it's really cute on you." jungkook hugs his side, head resting on his shoulder as he squeezes namjoon tighter. but then he suddenly was pushed back, namjoon finally noticing something.

"get that thing away from me." his eyes meet jungkook’s half-hardened erection. the younger shimmies the costume, as it grew tight around him, down and whispers a shy apology as he covers himself. seeing how uncomfortable it was becoming for the angel, namjoon places both hands on the sides of his arms and coos, "sigh, what am i gonna do with you..." before jungkook could question anything, he's led to the wide couch and is guided to straddle on top of the older. "lift up your hips," as told, the boy raises his hips and feels him remove the bottom part of the costume, his now fully hard member slicking in his underwear as he lets out a small whimper when the tight fabric drags.

sitting back down, he starts being palmed, the sensitivity getting the best of him as he grinds and squirms, legs shifting here and there. the hem of the underwear slides down slowly, stopping at the base of his shaft. namjoon taps the leaky head teasingly and watches him go crazy, a squeak coming out his mouth. he's stroked afterwards, the rhythm fast and eager. jungkook grips the older's cotton shirt beneath him, his hips lazily following along the pace. small gasps and moans from the boy give namjoon the urge to tease him more, making him edge or overstimulate him, but instead is kind enough to let him just cum freely.

so at that, he picks up the pace. jungkook slightly jumps up, his hand trying to stop him but fails as he was so painfully close. "no, no," he gasps, "wanna 'um in 'oonie~" he begs desperately, tears build up in his chocolate colored eyes. however, namjoon still doesn't bother to slow down or stop and continues to pump him. jungkook's stomach buils up, his breath becoming short with quick gasps, warm cum splurging as some lands on the older's face. as his head was thrown back, jungkook rides out of his high and shivers as he finishes and goes limp. he then hurriedly slips off his now stained costume, namjoon doing the same with his own clothes. the younger licks off his mess off of his face, then kissing his lips. the kiss deep and rough.

#bts fluff #bts namjoon #bts fic #bts #bts smut #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #namkook #bts namkook

[namstruck]

MOVE｜TAEJOON

REQUESTED BY: N/A

“where namjoon makes a deal with taehyung while playing a video game, loser has to do whatever the winner wants. well one thing leads to another,”

WARNINGS; sub! joon, dom! taehyung!! degration! name calling!! oral! use of collars! sadism/masochism!!

WORD COUNT: 830

"you lose."

namjoon gulps as he realized, he shouldn't have made that stupid bet. taehyung's sly grin makes it even worse, "i don't wanna do this--"

"no you can't chicken out at the last minute joon! you're the one who made the deal in the first place." the older hides his face in his hands as he lets out a groan.

he thinks about it and then finally agrees, "what do you want me to do?" the younger smirks, the request already in mind.

"be my obedient slut for the rest of the night." he instantly says without hesitating, this causes the older to grow pale.

he planned this somehow..

namjoon sighs, knowing there was no coming out of this, no matter how hard he tried. he agrees and continues to ask taehyung what else he wanted, "hm, do you happen to have a collar by any chance?" namjoon's eyes dart to his, hoping he was just kidding.

"h-how do you know that?" he tenses up as the younger leans back on the couch as he looks amused with the taller boy's reaction.

he shrugs and smirks, "wild guess."

—

the sound of metal clanking together fills the small living room. taehyung admires the older as he's on his knees only in some panties with high knee socks and some handcuffs, the collar around his neck being gently tugged. he avoids eye contact, he felt so small and vulnerable whenever he was in this state. and the younger was no help, his deep, smooth voice and features were far more than intimidating. he felt powerless yet there was this rush to it.

namjoon hisses when the younger's shoe presses on his crotch, he squirms in an attempt to make it more comfortable. but instead he gets his collar tugged, "who told you you could move, slut?" his tone harsh and stern.

namjoon whines even more when his foot presses harder, the friction both painful and pleasurable. the younger stops as he looks annoyed with himself. he slowly unzips his pants, not letting go of the leash, and then sits back.

"take it."

namjoon raises a brow, "what do you mean--"

his head is roughly pushed to the younger's crotch, "be a good slut and suck master's cock." namjoon looks up at him before continuing, his mouth wetting his clothed crotch.

the older's legs close tightly together as he tries creating some friction with his own, now swollen, member. his teeth pull down taehyung's underwear to free his cock, immediately the bottom lightly kitten licks it. he opens his mouth as wide as he could to take all of him in, his head bobbing once he got used to his size. namjoon reaches down to palm himself but instead receives a nudge from the younger, "who gave you permission to touch yourself?" taehyung's fingers tangle around his brown hair as he tugs, "are you that hard for me already, how pathetic." he's pulled back as his own drool covers his chin. the younger gestures him to sit on his lap, and so he does as he's told.

the younger's slim and slick fingers find their way to namjoon's bottom, entering a few digits. the said boy squirms and whines as he feels the younger stretch him out. he tries so hard to keep his balance but it was so hard when he was feeling this good. namjoon lifts himself up as he slides down on the younger's cock, chocked moans escaping his lips. he slowly grinds himself into him as he tries getting used to him. as much as he hated being seen like this he loved it, he loved being man handled and fucked roughly.

namjoon starts to bounce as he leans his hands back to support himself on taehyung's thighs. he throws his head back when the younger guides his hips at an angle, biting his lip at the feeling. his pants and huffs don't compare to the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wetness.

"mmh, fuck~" the younger bites namjoon's collarbone as he tugs his buds, the bottom's mewls turning him on even more. his thumb plays with the tip of the bottom's cock, his strokes slow yet satisfying.

namjoon lets out a loud gasp as he tries spitting out his words, "m gonna cum—" his hands roam up the younger's neck and to his hair, pulling on it. the younger strokes him faster but then squeezes him when namjoon finally comes to his climax.

his cries and whimpers please the younger as namjoon rides out his dry orgasm. tears run down his flushed face as he pleads for release, this only makes the younger smirk as he kisses his plump lips,

"patience love~"

#taejoon #bts fic #btsv #bts taehyung #bts #bts namjoon #bts taejoon #kpop smut #bts smut #oneshot #msub #mdom

[namstruck]

CAMERA SHY｜TAEJOON

REQUESTED BY: N/A

“where namjoon is your basic womanizer but has a secret: he's dating kim taehyung, an otaku who's obsessed with him and his everything, and eventually asks to fuck his pretty boyfriend in cosplay of his favorite anime character,”

WARNINGS; sub! joon, dom! taehyung!! cross-dressing/cosplay! oral!! begging!

WORD COUNT: 803

"there, i wore it, and now i'm taking it off."

namjoon looks at the younger, scruffy male in disgust, a uranus cosplay from sailor moon fitting his curves. all taehyung could do was frown, disappointed that his lover didn't want to dress up for him. seeing this, namjoon sighs, instantly regretting everything.

well he wasn't going to lie, he did kind of pull it off, with the blonde short hair and everything. but then again he wasn't about to lose his pride so easily all for his anime-obsessed boyfriend.

"please please joonie! please don't take it off," taehyung begs desperately, his hands on his knees as his head bows down. "besides," one of his hands roams up the older's slim leg, "you owe me."

namjoon clicks his tongue, "i don't owe you anything! g-get off!" he kicked off taehyung in attempt to defend himself.

"but you promised.." he pouts. standing up he plants kisses on namjoon's neck, biting him harshly, causing him to yelp and instantly covering his mouth from embarrassment. taehyung's wet tongue licks at the bruises and then his bottom lip, raising his head to kiss him. namjoon growls in annoyance, always falling for his little games and using his weaknesses against him.

he feels a hand feel up the skirt, the sensation new and odd, sending a shiver down his spine. his little gasps turn on the younger even more, knowing he had the stubborn boy wrapped around his finger. namjoon gets pushed back onto the bed behind them, taehyung following and continuing to work on him.

it wasn't until he heard the sound of the record button being pressed, taehyung grabbing his phone tightly. before the older could say anything, he was stopped by a quick kiss to his swollen lips. his hand goes up the skirt again, this time stopping to remove his underwear to reveal his hard member. he then begins to stroke him sloppily, just barely going over his tip. namjoon squirms, panting and whining at the slow pace. hearing him call out to him needly, the younger goes faster, namjoon shaking a few minutes after, riding off his dry orgasm.

taehyung let's go, the older sits up and crawls to him, undoing his belt and zipper. the blonde takes the full length in his mouth, making taehyung throw his head back hissing followed by a few curses. namjoon bobs his head to his own pace and of taehyung's entangled fingers in his locks. he could feel himself grow hard again, twitching at the sounds he was causing with only his mouth. his hand goes down to touch himself, the younger notices and pulls him off.

"taehyungie~"

the older whines, now on his knees as he looks up at the said male holding the camera. taehyung caresses his cheek and then slides his thumb on his lips, "what is it, hyung?"

namjoon whispers cutely from the tone change. he perks his bum up a little, his eyes full of lust as he gradually becomes needier and needier. "please fuck me~" taehyung chuckles at his words, the way he begged always made him weak in the knees.

the younger motions for the blonde to turn around and get on all fours, ass up. and namjoon, being the obedient baby that he was, does as he's told. once in postition, he rests his head on his arms as he looks back at his boyfriend eagerly. taehyung, phone still in his hand, positions and centers himself to the blonde's entrance, his tip rubbing against it. the bottom's hips sway towards him at an attempt to hurry him up. taehyung pushes himself in and out until he picks up a rhythm, namjoon muffling his moans with his hands, bed creaking from the sloppy thrusts.

the younger lifts up the skirt to have a clearer view of him pounding into the older. namjoon's head raises when he starts getting close, his gasps and pants quickening while taehyung goes deeper, dropping his phone to lift his leg for a better angle. namjoon grips the sheets beneath him tightly and shivers, his warm cum spreading across his thighs and some on his abdomen.

he's kissed, his leg still held up by the younger and still going. "enough already—" he pushes taehyung back before gasping. that was the only thing that bothered him, the younger's stamina and consistence. but oh well, he still loved his kind, weird, and shy boy either way.

#bts taehyung #taejoon #bts taejoon #bts namjoon #namjoon fanfic #bts smut #oneshot #bts fic

[namstruck]

A FIRST｜TAEGI

REQUESTED BY: N/A

WARNINGS; top/sub yoongi !! bottom/dom taehyung !! vanilla !! degrading ! praising!! overstim/edging!

WORD COUNT: 420

"baby," taehyung covers his flushed face with his large hands, hiding his obvious embarrassment from the shorter male on his lap. the younger trying so hard not to mewl out his name from the sinful movements he was doing, riding his painful cock that felt suffocated by yoongi's tightness. the said male, at the same time, pulling the younger's hands away from his face, wanting him to see how the confident boy was sucking him in since taehyung didn't know how to properly use himself. biting his lip, he watches yoongi moan as he bounces on him hard and sloppily, poor baby couldn't do much but stare and avoid eye contact from embarrassment.

"you feel so good pup," the older whines, "too bad you can't do this alone." something about being degraded made taehyung sink further into the couch they were on, goosebumps inching on his fair, soft skin. yoongi slows down, sliding taehyung's member in and out teasingly, wanting him to cry out for the same pace from before. the small gasp that left the younger excites yoongi, lifting his blue, striped shirt from the hem and sliding it off his twink body as his nipples erect from the sudden exposure with the cold air. taehyung is quick to place his hands on his hips.

at this, yoongi picks up the sloppy rhythm again as he grabs one of his puppy's hands, placing and guiding them to play with his nipples and roam his body. he rammed himself onto him purposely, causing him to groan from sensitivity due to the overstimulate from cumming beforehand. smirking, yoongi adds, "guess this cock is useless unless i'm using it huh, baby?" and taehyung can't really speak, too focused on the fact that the older was tightening around him and practically suffocating him again.

"don't pass out on me just yet," he grabs the bottom of the boy's face, "we're just getting started." taehyung whines, trying so hard to keep up with him.

"c-can't—no more," he looks up at yoongi, "please," he grabs his lower arm as he pleads helplessly. yoongi pecks his forehead, his index finger swiping a strand of hair off it and giving him an innocent look. he smiles.

but of course he didn't stop, but just drove the poor boy over the edge, making him cum over and over again until he was crying from sensitivity.

#taehyung #bts taegi #bts taehyung #bts yoongi #taegi fic #bts fic #bts smut #oneshot

[namstruck]

TOUGH GUY｜JIKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

“where jungkook is your basic college bad boy but as soon as it's just jimin and him alone, he's suddenly not so tough anymore,”

WARNINGS; sub! jk, dom! jimin!! college au! teasing!! praising! overstimulation! degrading! choking! suggestives! marking and biting!! semi-public!!

WORD COUNT: 2297

jungkook walked down the b hallway with an intimidating look in his eye that brought out his ear piercings more, his fists in his beige-colored khakis' pockets. his navy blue with yellow stripes sweater vest above a white button up was neat unlike his hair which was fluffed up and definitely was bed head of some sort. everyone that was in his way moved out to the sides or to the jade green lockers because they knew not to mess with jungkook or even try him. well not unless you were a pretty girl he found pleasing to toy with.

soon he arrives to his classroom, 3-b, ready to sit down and get the day over with already. his eyes land on a certain desk that was already occupied, one of his classmates reading through his notes quietly. he walks towards him and tells him to move but gets no response or anything from the boy, instead just got ignored which irritated jungkook.

"hey, are you deaf or something? i said move, i want to sit here." still with his hands in his pocket, he raises his right leg, pushing the blonde boy. the boy grows angry and gets up, picking up his school supplies while mumbling under his breath.

"asshole."

"huh? what'd you say?" jungkook turns around towards the blonde, "you wanna say that again?" he grabs his ironed collar, his arm raised ready to throw his fist against the blonde's face. but before he could the teacher stopped him, threatening that he didn't want to spend his afternoon watching him in detention again for the third time this week. jungkook huffs, letting go of the boy and taking his seat.

—

"hey you,"

the blonde boy had a sense that jungkook was calling out to him just because of their confrontation earlier. he stops mid walk, his head turning slightly as he sees the troubled boy approaching him. he held on to his satchel backpack, a bit bothered, "my name isn't 'hey you', it's jimin..." he furrows his eyebrows when jungkook confesses that he didn't care to know or use his name.

"i'm not done with you," he starts, "just because that teach saved you doesn't mean the rest of them will." jungkook wraps his hand around jimin's neck, tightening his grip and shoving him against the white, brick wall. the other students around them stared, waiting for some kind of violence to add to their boring day. jimin can't help but start gasping from the lack of air to his windpipes, grabbing jungkook's hand desperately trying to release it. he lets go of the blonde and walks away, grabbing his hair and tugging it harshly.

jimin fixes himself but not before rubbing his head and neck which were aching. the people around him now started walking in away in embarrassment as well once he looked back at them.

—

the next day jungkook sees jimin at the same seat from yesterday, wearing a turtleneck under is vest. the brunette scoffs to himself as he sits down at the same seat once the blonde moved without saying anything back to him this time which pleases jungkook. he assumed the boy learned his lesson.

during lunch, he found the boy sitting with a group of friends enjoying their time as well as their food. jungkook unwraps his arm from the girl he was clinging onto and walks over to their table. all of jimin's friends looked at something behind him, making him turn his head only to see the boy he despised. jungkook looks down at him as he bluntly commands, "give me your lunch."

the blonde instantly denies and tells him to go away but jungkook wasn't that easy to get rid of. he leans down to jimin's ear and whispers a cocky, "i wasn't asking, now give it up or else your friends won't be able to see for a while, even with their four eyes.." he smirks. jimin sighs, pushing his box of nutritious food to the side. jungkook grabs the pink carrier and leaves again.

"why don't you ever say anything to the staff?"

"what's the point," jimin rests his chin on the palm of his hand as he looks down at the table, "they won't do anything and he'll most likely do something ten times worse than yesterday if i do..."

—

the blonde boy strolls past the bathrooms and onto the hallways with his head down, lost in thought. his white sneakers kick something, the sound of if scratching the floor screeching. looking at it he sees clearly what it is. it was his pink box he had given jungkook at lunch. picking it up he looks around for the top but sees no trace of it, it was likely it was thrown in the trash can. so he did the same to the rest of it that he had picked up.

the fourth bell rings. the people at break started appearing again in the halls, chattering and gossiping amongst themselves like always. jimin always wondered if they ever got tired of burying their noses in other people's businesses. but by the looks of it probably not.

—

"everyone please clear your desks and prepare for the quiz."

jimin knew jungkook would want to cheat off of him like always, so it wasn't a surprise when everyone including him groaned about the sudden quiz but for different reasons. jungkook wrote only his name and date down on his paper and left the rest to his 'work buddy' to do, resting his head on the desk and dozing off. the toxic relationship between jungkook and jimin continued on for weeks and only one of them was purely exhausted of it all since the very beginning while the other enjoyed getting free food and his work done for him.

but this time jimin had had enough. he wasn't doing shit for him ever again, no matter how hard he got pushed for it. so when jungkook sneakily handed over his quiz to him he ignored it. at first the brunette just thought maybe he hadn't noticed him but soon realized what he was doing. angry, he crumbles his quiz up and throws it to jimin, directly to his face. the blonde looks up at him, a bothered look on his face, and then throws it back to him.

offended, he uncrumbled his paper and then asks another one of his classmates for theirs to copy off of. "you're literally a child!" jimin loudly whispers. jungkook rolls his eyes at him, then stands up to hand in his quiz to the front.

after the quiz, everyone went back to their conversations or looked back at the things they knew for sure they missed on the quiz. jimin, on the other hand, spent the entire time ignoring jungkook and keeping calm. it wasn't until one of the girls called out to the brunette to hang out with her and her clique that jimin could finally relax and not worry about him for a while.

it had been around twenty minutes before jimin knew jungkook had something coming for him. and he was right. a crumbled up paper was thrown at him again but it luckily landed on his desk this time. jimin sighed heavily and hesitated to even bother to see what was inside. his hand eventually on its own uncrumble the paper only to read:

𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎?

the blonde looks towards his left, making eye contact with the messenger of the paper. jungkook was staring at him, waiting for some sort of response. quickly jimin picked up his pen and wrote down something, throwing the paper towards the group and seeing some of the girls jump from surprise.

𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎?

                  𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓.

—

jungkook hums to himself as he starts walking alone to the cafeteria from the gym, ready for his tasty lunch he was getting for free which was what made it a hundred times yummier. looking down he spots a penny on the floor near one of the gym's closets. the brunette was about to pick it up when suddenly he was dragged by something and into the dark closet. the thing that was holding him didn't let go even after they were standing in the dark until he heard the door being locked.

the lights flash on.

"what the hell?" he pushed the person that had him in a tight hold away, thinking it was one of his buddies, only to see it was jimin who was leaning against the door now. before the brunette could say anything, jimin shoves his lips against his soft ones catching him by surprise. he once again pushes him off, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his sweater as jimin licked his own plump lips. the blonde goes at it again, jungkook cursing at him until jimin puts his hand around the taller boy's throat just how he had done to him before. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"whatever i want," jimin spits back as he tightened his grip, "i've let you have your fun so now it's my turn." he bites the exposed collarbone on jungkook making the said male groan in pain, his back arching. the blonde takes the opportunity and places a leg in between jungkook's thighs, causing friction and rubbing against his crotch.

—

jungkook's original plan was just to mess around with one of the school's geeks and make him to whatever he wanted, toying with him, but never did he expect to allow himself to be on all fours, his guts being rearranged by one. his whines and gasps whenever the blonde would pull out slowly and then ram into him with full force were music to jimin's ears, knowing that he had found the brunette's weakness. his weakness being loving the rush to all of it, never believing he'd give in like this.

the taller boy had bites and marks all over his flushed body, his bottom red and bruised with hand prints that stung every time jimin would caress him. his pretty face was a mess, tears and sweat running down his flushed cheeks with every thrust. his body would shake from every hit and the feeling of the unknown pleasure he had never experienced before.

"not so much of a bad boy now are you?~" jimin coos, watching jungkook glare at him from the corner of his eye. but his head slams down when the blonde adds another print to his bottom, the concrete floor below him covered in puddles of cum from both boys. jungkook had lost count of the amount of times he had came after five and soon his body started aching and began to become tired.

"e—enough already.."

jimin bites his right shoulder, ignoring him. he just wasn't quite finished with him yet, turning the flushed baby around and onto his back as he continued. jungkook wraps his arms around the blonde as he feels his stomach grow into knots cumming again, jimin bends the boy's legs forward as he shoots onto his own face this time, cum dripping and spreading all over.

—

jungkook surrounds himself with the clique of girls as usual as they giggled and praised him the entire time, jimin trying his best to numb out the sounds by focusing on his book. but it was hard when he noticed the brunette caressing one of the girl's thighs and up her skirt. jimin couldn't help but laugh to himself, they both knew jungkook could never have sex the same way anymore. they continued their 'relationship' even after the incident, jimin getting pushed around by him while jungkook got his brains fucked out every so often. he knew he had him wrapped around his fingers, so seeing him with those girls meant nothing but a show. he knew what jungkook was doing, trying to make him jealous.

the bell rung for the last lunch section of the day, all of the b side gathering outside the classrooms and onto the cafeteria. jimin gathers his things, putting them into his backpack. before he could walk out the door, jungkook called out to him as usual.

"hey you,"

"ugh, how many times do i have to tell you that's not my name!" jimin rolls his eyes and walks away. jungkook catches his arm, pulling on the sleeve of his knitted sweater.

"okay whatever just give me some money.." jungkook demands knowing full well he wasn't gonna get any. and as expected the blonde refuses, the taller boy demanding like a child and following him to the cafeteria. jimin sat down at his usual seat with his group, ignoring jungkook the whole way and even starting a conversation with his friends. jungkook huffs in frustration and leaves.

after lunch, there was no sight of the blonde anywhere so jungkook was surprised to find him leaning on the lockers, waiting for him. immediately the taller boy goes up to him, his arms slamming onto the lockers and resting beside the blonde blocking him. jimin then takes something out of his pocket, raising it and showing it to jungkook. it was a remote that the brunette knew very well what it was for. jimin reaches his hand around the boy and rubs the vibrator in his ass, it was there since this morning. jungkook lets out a quick gasp from the sensation.

"are you sure you wanna try me right now, pup?"

#jungkook #bts smut #bts jungkook #jimin fanfic #bts jimn #bts jikook #jikook #smut #bts fic #oneshot #domxsub

[namstruck]

LOVE STRUCK｜YOONKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

WARNINGS; fluff !! slight smut !! vanilla !! human! yoongi !! vampire! jeongguk!! handjob ! overstimulation !! aftercare!

WORD COUNT: 822

yoongi watches as the timid vampire bounces his right leg from being so nervous, something he would do all often even without noticing at times. his eyes wandered around the older's small room as they sat on his twin bed, the mattress barely shaking or reacting to his movements. yoongi takes this time to put his hand on the raven's, the warmth making him flinch as it heated his cold one.

jeongguk could hear yoongi's lively heart beat softly, something he always loved hearing especially when he laid on the older's chest during their calmed nights, as the older leaned towards him. jeongguk, quickly realizing, stands up as he causes yoongi to slip onto his bed from the sudden action. the vampire nervously stutters, barely forming his words, "no i-i don't—i'm sorry! it's not that i don't want to because, believe me, i really do! but i just don't know h-how to..."

yoongi tilts his head slightly, "how to kiss?" one of his eyebrow rises as he finishes jeongguk's sentence.

the younger looks down at his feet in embarrassment before murmuring, "yeah, i suck at it."  his thumb and index finger meet together subconsciously as they swirl with one another.

yoongi smiles gently, his eyes drifting down before scoffing. he stands up to

jeongguk's same stance, grabbing his icy hand once again only this time he intends to not let him get away. he pulls him in, their bodies just barely touching one another. the older brunette looks up to meet the raven's gaze. his eyes pitch dark, blending with his pupils.

"then let me teach you." yoongi, still holding jeongguk's hand, tightens his grip and leads the younger to sit down on his bed again. the mattress squeaks from their weight, jeongguk gulps seeing as how confident the older was compared to him, their hands still intertwined.

jungkook tried so hard to hold back when yoongi leaned forward and attached his lips, the hot blood rushing to the brunette's pink, flushed ones, the sensation making him melt and become more bothered from the temptation, his eyes shut and nose scrunched. the older hold his face as his tongue licks his bottom lip and slides inside his mouth that was surprisingly hot. the raven's fangs peak out a bit as yoongi dares to graze against them, the kiss now becoming more heated and slightly messy.

yoongi backs up, finally letting the vampire take a break, huffing. but this somehow makes jeongguk lean in once again, desperately pecking at the older's lips and cheeks. the younger, now doe-eyed, whimpered a bit from the lack of warmth on his body; the lack of yoongi on him.

the said male is caught off guard but then eventually follows along.

ー

"y-yoongi.."

jeongguk pants, his lips swollen and bruised from the constant biting as well as from their heated kisses, his navy blue shirt pulled up to expose his pale chest and his black pants were unbuckled as yoongi pumped his flushed member. he grabs the older's small wrist in an attempt to slow him down, the overstimulation becoming too much. tears brim his eyes while his moans grow choppy and his head is turned back, the ribbons of cum shooting onto the brunette's hand as he's still stroking the poor male.

yoongi licks his tears away then pecks his lips again, trying his best to calm him down from his painful climax. the older backs away a little, his hand reaching up to jeongguk's flushed face. his thumb gently touches his soft lips, making its way to touch one of his fangs as his other hand tugs teasingly at one of his buds, jeongguk flinching from both sensations. but then yoongi suddenly freed both his hands and instead wraps his arms around the younger and embraces him, his head resting on the vampire's chest.

"you okay?" yoongi asks looking up. jeongguk stutters a 'yes' before he carefully placed a hand on top of the brunette's head, easily running his fingers through his locks. "was it too much for you? did it feel good?" the older's unfiltered, ongoing questions just made the younger become more embarrassing the more he heard them and responded.

"it was too good.." in hearing his shy response, yoongi lovingly plants a kiss on jeongguk's bare chest and smiles. eventually the younger slipped off his clothing and put on some of yoongi's clothes, the room now dim and the night grew quiet, at least to the older's sense of hearing.

they lay on their sides facing each other on the twin bed, the nightstand lamp barely lighting up the room. for the rest of the night they talked deeply or laughed at each other's oldest memories.

"i love you."

"and i love you."

#bts fluff #kpop fluff #yoonkook #bts jungkook #jungkook #bts smut #bts fic #bts yoongi #bts yoonkook #oneshot #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff

[namstruck]

SO WHO’S GONNA DO IT?｜NAMKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

WARNINGS; sub! slight top! namjoon !! sub! bottom! jeongguk !! subxsub ! toys !!

WORD COUNT: 1383

well here they were, sitting across from each other on jeongguk's bed, both quiet and unable to say a word about the whole situation. jeongguk just fiddled with the hem of his black shirt, avoiding eye contact, while namjoon bit his lip, patting his thighs in a rhythm. the pair had only been dating for about a year and a half, sex had never crossed either one's minds and all they ever really did was makeout and some small touching here and there, never anything more. but they finally decided to try it, having sex that is, when it was brought up in a previous conversation between the two. they both fessed up to why neither one would ever take control or made a move; they were both subs. they comforted each other once they knew, smiling and then giggling once they locked eyes.

it wasn't until namjoon placed a hand on koo's own warm ones, stuttering before asking if it was really okay or if it felt comfortable for him. the younger smiles gently and nods, leaning in for a kiss to which namjoon accepts. the kiss started with a few pecks and then their tongues gradually intertwining, melting in their own paradise. namjoon crawls a hand into koo's black shirt and up his chest, grazing over a hardened bud with his thumb, making the younger flinch and gasp into the kiss.

he rubs the bud between his index and middle finger, tapping it lightly every few pauses. jeongguk entangles his fingers in namjoon's locks as the older kisses his neck, lightly biting a few places. koo's small gasps just from being teased from his buds was so cute to the older, they were so cute and pretty that it just made him want to tease him more and more. namjoon slides the black shirt off of the younger, attaching his lips again to his and eagerly kissing him afterwards.

eventually the two removed all their clothing, jeongguk taking out his special box and then both deciding on a medium-sized wand. the soft baby pink vibrator buzzes quietly around both their flushed cocks, tiny gasps and whimpers coming out the two babies from having the toy strapped to both cocks and rubbing between them as they held hands. the level going from low to max on its own every now and then, making them shake from sensitivity, overstimulating them.

namjoon quivers, a small whine following after, as he cums onto his tummy and thighs. his body naturally leans forward onto the younger's, cupping the small face with his own hands, kissing him and sucking his stuck out tongue, saliva running down their chins. their breathy moans and small touching keeping them hot and bothered. jeongguk takes the time to remove the attached wand from their lengths. namjoon pushes him further down until he's resting his back and head on some pillows, an elbow keeping him slightly up as one hand grips the back of namjoon's brown hair, the older pressing his crotch to jeongguk's and grinds down desperately.

"'m no more," the younger mumbles quietly when namjoon grinds harder, "can't do it, joonie..”

the older buffs as he gets off, leaning back to rest on his knees, hair sticking to his forehead now. "are you okay? did i hurt you or do you feel—" jeongguk reassures him before he could finish, commenting on how he was just a bit too sensitive at the moment and needed a bit to calm down. namjoon sighs in relief knowing he hadn't done anything bad. after a while, jeongguk okays to go ahead and continue. namjoon gently smiles when he pinches one of his cheeks playfully.

namjoon spreads his legs out, exposing his behind to jeongguk, before placing two fingers in his mouth, tongue slipping and wetting the digits. he insists them into himself, a small groan escaping. they slide in a bit ruggedly in the beginning but then in and out easily after a few thrusts. his free arm helped him properly sit up as it rested on the mattress as his other hand worked on stretching him out, now with three fingers. the pace and length of his fingers gracefully touched his spot, sweet moans came out of him as he closed his eyes a bit.

after a few more thrusts, he stops and crawls towards the younger again. his head inches towards his member, grabbing the length and kissing the tip before slowly licking it as he looked up to him; jeongguk whimpering a little. namjoon grins when he comes back up to face him and pecks his reddened lips. the older sits on his lap, teasingly grazing his bottom to the younger's hard length.

looking over to his side though, the older spots the box again and inside a few condoms and a medium sized bottle of lube along side other toys. he grabs the bottle and opening it before spilling some on jeongguk's abdomen on accident, the coldness making him flinch. he flips the cap of the bottle and pours a good size amount onto the palm of his hand, throwing the bottle to the side after, and rubs it onto jeongguk's length. the wetness and slipperiness making the said male squirm and pant desperately when namjoon pumps him fast, the older sliding some up to his chest.

namjoon lifts his hips up and centers himself to jeongguk, sliding down onto him slowly as he groans as he's being filled. jeongguk grips the sides of his hips, namjoon pressing his hands on his chest as support as he's still grinding down. squinting his face from the new sensation, the younger accidentally squeaks when namjoon suddenly starts bouncing rapidly. he tries keeping up with his pace but it was so hard when he was this sensitive and incomparable to the older's stamina. his toes curl and his hands grip onto the soft cover beneath him as he gasps, thighs shaking.

namjoon watches jeongguk whimper when he hops off, his flushed cock starting to harden again. he caresses his thigh before asking if he was okay and kissing his forehead and hugging him. "joonie," the said male turns to him and hums in response, "m want a turn, please..." namjoon jumps up immediately in excitement once he sees that cute and blessed smile of jeongguk's.

after prepping the small baby, namjoon lubes up his own length and inserts himself carefully into the whiny and sensitive younger. he holds his hand and watches him shiver and suddenly cum onto his tummy when he thrusts once, the feeling being too much for him.

"look how much of a mess you've become, puppy. you came just from me putting it in~" jeongguk, the poor baby, covers his face with his hands in embarrassment.

namjoon grabs and takes them away, giving his now again exposed face gentle kisses as jeongguk's cheeks flush. the older takes this time to distract the younger and pounds into him roughly and at a fast pace, jeongguk pants and moans. namjoon lifts on of his legs up and hits him from a side angle, wanting to relieve himself too. jeongguk tightening around him felt really good and his cries were just too cute. the older slumps down, head resting on the crook of jeongguk's neck. his thrusts slow down and then stop leaving the two panting and whiny messes.

—

jeongguk spoons the sweaty and tired older, namjoon humming softly at his warm embrace. it was moments like these that the young couple loved, especially now after going at it for hours nonstop. listening to namjoon's heartbeat through his back made jeongguk smile softly, the rhythm soothing, almost like a lullaby.

and namjoon of course loved the way he felt loved and appreciated by someone, that being the younger and his bubbly personality. having such a character in his life made such an impact that it was hard not to not fall in love with him.

koo's curly hair felt so soft against his entangled fingers when they switched positions, the younger resting his head on namjoon's chest. the older chuckling as the bunny babbles something in his sleep.

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HOT AND COLD｜NAMKOOK

REQUESTED BY: -rabbiteeth (wattpad)

“where jungkook and namjoon are roommates and their air conditioner breaks in early august, the heat getting to both of the horny boys and eventually one thing leads to another,”

WARNINGS; sub! jk, dom! joon!! non-idols! teasing!! oral! etc.

WORD COUNT: 1590

brvvrrr

the white mini fan spins around, flapping namjoon's research paper when it comes around to his desk. surprisingly, it wasn't even remotely cooling him down and it was far too hot that it couldn't possibly be controlled. so of course he was too naive to believe that tiny fan could work, even just a little. he harshly erases something on one of the papers, almost tearing it from frustration. sighing, he opens the folder containing his essays on his computer and continues with his draft.

he wondered what the point of them was anyways, there was too many that at this point, with the heat too, he wanted to sleep it off and take a zero. but of course his big brain would say otherwise and would continue on with them. what he needed was a break, he had been at it for hours without stopping, so he felt he deserved resting at least a little bit. but at the same time he was suddenly aroused, maybe it was due to the heat or maybe he was overly stressed. yet he again just wanted to sleep it off, so looking over to his side and spotting his small twin bed he can't help but stand up from his black rolling chair and letting his heavy body hit the soft mattress with a soft thud. his eyes close by themselves, his breathing slowed down.

"aghh!"

namjoon's eyes shot open. of course jungkook was streaming as usual, why wasn't he surprised. he sits up, rubbing his tired, puffy eyes, the heat too was making him sweat, making it uncomfortable to sleep in, so the idea of resting was a big no no for now.

namjoon stands up deciding to go get a cold beverage. once at the fridge, he grabs two cold beers from the bottom drawer as he scratches his chest on top of his black, cotton tank top. he closes the door to the fridge and cracks open one of the cans, the other for his roommate. as he reaches the younger's room he could hear all the sound effects from his game and he himself talking. turning the door knob he could now see the chaos the streamer was in, namjoon sighs.

the older hands the shirtless younger his own can but taps it on his bare skin when he wasn't acknowledged, making jungkook jump from the coldness.

"oh hey," he slightly looks at his side and receives the can of beer from namjoon, "thanks." namjoon hums a response and takes a seat on the corner of jungkook's bed, watching him play. he watched as he jerked here and there as a power move adding to his mouse and keys, often taking a sip of his can, his back muscles flexing and sweat building on his forehead making his hair stick.

namjoon wasn't gonna lie; shit was making him horny again. the excitement and imagination of the younger beneath him, taking him all as cum built on his firm, built and exposed abdomen. his face blushed and lips swollen as he's moaning his name telling him to go deeper. namjoon lets out a shaky breath, his gym shorts tightening up from being half hard and from trying his best not to rub himself right now. feeling himself get harder by the second, he lets his lust get the best of him.

jungkook pressing hard on his keyboard, didn't hear or even see when namjoon got up from the bed and bent down near him. in the corner of his eye he could see him eventually, but thought he had dropped something until he felt his sweatpants being pulled down from the hem. startled, he removed his gaming headphones and instantly asked what the older was doing as he covered his mic. namjoon, on the other hand, just ignored him and continued, pulling down the grey sweats, seeing as he had no underwear underneath and taking out jungkook's limp cock and gradually making it harder when he began stroking it with his soft palm.

he then kitten licked the tip, making jungkook hiss from the sensation as he felt him run his tongue on his shaft. eventually, namjoon opened his mouth and made it wide enough to takes the precum-dripping cock in his mouth, rubbing it on his bumpy pallet and bobbing his head and slowly moving back and forth. the warmth felt good in his mouth, as well as the view from above. he was making the younger feel good too with his sloppy intake; maybe a little too good. jungkook tugged on his hair, pushing himself deeper into namjoon making it a fellatio.

namjoon, almost in ecstasy, rolls his eyes back from the pleasure of feeling him deeper. the groans and grunts coming from his roommate signified he was close to cumming, and after a few more thrusts he releases into his mouth, pushing himself some more to ride off his high. namjoon takes him out, his lips running on his base and kissing his tip again, and opens his wide to show off jungkook's mess. seeing his juices inside his wet mouth and tongue was erotic to the younger.

maybe it was lust or the alcohol or the heat making them both feel like this, but either way jungkook wanted more. namjoon stands up and kisses the boy, his kiss filled with sloppiness and making the boy shake. moaning into the kiss, jungkook reaches to take off the older's gym shorts only to have his hands pushed away.

"what's wrong? are you that desperate already?"

jungkook whines, bucking his hips up as his hard length feels the air. namjoon runs his fingers from his bare chest and slowly down near his member, yearning to tease him until he begged for it. but as much as he was tempted he also wanted it as much as he did. namjoon kisses his sweet lips again, this time deeper and more passionate, and bites down onto his shoulder leaving it bruised and marked with the imprint of his teeth. the younger's back arches from the pain with a quiet yelp following.

namjoon takes this time to remove the whiny bottom's sweats, leaving them to hang on the end of one of his legs as he teased at his entrance. jungkook couldn't help but whimper as he felt sensitive, both their bodies heating up. the amount of sweat that freshened the air had both roommates touching each other's cool bodies, yearning to rub on one another.

—

"do you like it when i tease you down here?" namjoon twists his wrists, hitting jungkook's certain spot, "curling my fingers in your tight hole, you begging for it like a bitch in heat?" the younger mewls as he gets penetrated faster and feeling himself cum on the three long digits. he huffs out a small whine from sensitivity, the chair sticking to his back from the sweat. grabbing his right thigh, namjoon centers himself with jungkook and gently rubs on him, sliding in easily and carefully.

the younger grips on the head of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he heard namjoon lowly groan as he's taking him in deeper. once in, the older slowly slides out and in teasingly until he starts making a rhythm and picking up his pace. skin against skin and leather being rubbed against echoed.

namjoon curses as jungkook reaches up and kissed and bit his lower lip, his abdomen already had a puddle of precum. and just how the older had imagined, jungkook was becoming a mess underneath him, flushed face, swollen lips and calling out his name as he swallowed him whole. as they both spilled out white ribbons of cum, namjoon tugged on the bottom's hand, leading and pushing him onto his mattress.

as jungkook laid on his chest, ass up and centered with namjoon's once again hard length, he shivers when the older spreads his cheeks and stretches his cum-filled, aching hole. and once again namjoon starts working on and pounding into the overstimulated baby, making him cry and whine cutely. he hated admitting how overly sensitive he was, but it just felt too damn good that it almost hurt when he tried holding back.

his head rests on top one of his lower arms as he hiccuped, gripping the sheets as he felt bites and wet kisses on his back. namjoon pushes the bottom's head into the mattress, thrusting hard and deep at and angle watching him cry and scream in ecstasy as he then gripped his locks, making his back lean onto his own chest. he moans into his as the heat increased, the knots in their chest and stomach building. the older pumps him a couple times. jungkook crying out a cute 'i'm cumming' as he watched namjoon kiss the back of his neck and the side in bliss.

jungkook's body drops, still in position, showing all the cum spilling and dripping out of him. panting tiredly, he turns his body around and passes out from exhaustion and the immense heat.

—

"maybe next time you should turn off your mic.." jungkook's ears flush red at the comment from his gamer friend.

oops.

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PHONE CALL｜JINKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

“where jungkook can't help but want all the attention to himself while seokjin is on call with one of his close buddies from college, noticing how needy the younger is as soon as he picks up,”

WARNINGS; sub! jk, dom! jin thigh riding! semi-public!! teasing! degrading!!

WORD COUNT: 639

“jinnie~”

the younger, strawberry-haired male cutely whines as he tried getting his older boyfriend's attention. lately he'd been feeling so attached and needed attention 24/7 of his lover's time. at the moment they were both on the couch of their shared apartment, a pouty jungkook on seokjin's lap.

the older gently moves a string of red hair from the younger's face and gives him a small smile. he didn't mind this side of his boyfriend's personality, it was cute and innocent to him and made him want to tease him even more.

jungkook's lips still pouty made his spine shiver with anticipation that he just needed to taste them again and again. he stared down at them, ready to smother them with his own lips and feel the softness and sweetness they had to them. as he leaned his desire had been out to a holt when his cellphone started ringing it's cute little chime.

♪♪

this only makes the younger whine more as he was so eager for that one kiss. he watches as jin grabs his phone, answering the call. as he greeted the person on the other end he could sense jungkook's disappointment so he gently rubbed his thumb on his hip. the younger rests his head in the crook of his neck as he breathes in his boyfriend's scent. he then nibbled at his neck and ear, causing the older to exhale heavily from excitement.

but then the strawberry-haired boy starts grinding on the older's thigh desperately, begging to be played with. the older could feel his wetness, his pants soon starting to soak up from all the precum leaking. so of course seeing how kook was he just couldn't help but bounce his leg up suddenly, making the poor needy baby moan loudly. instantly the younger covered his mouth as he remembered jin was still on the phone and he was probably heard.

but at this point he was just so desperate to cum that he just kept going, not caring if he was heard or not. as he kept going his small whines soon became heavy huffs and puffs. "jinnie~, please..." he pleads into his ear, nearly crying from pleasure. soon seokjin was at his limit too, giving in and sliding his hand down into his pretty baby's pants, roughly playing with his swollen, wet member all while still talking on the phone. kook squirms around on his lap, quiet whimpers falling from their lips every time he was stroked and rubbed.

"what's the matter angel? you don't want my friend to hear your pathetic moans?" the older falsely pouts, "you were so desperate for this." he jerks jungkook faster now, the sound of precum slipping and spreading around filling his ears.

"mmgh~ 'm close.." the flushed baby gasped. a squeal arises from his throat when jin tightens his grip around him, his hand tries loosing the older's hand since he was so close to his orgasm. "hurryyy" he cries from pain and lack of friction. jin was just teasing him like always, to the point where he had to beg for it. he could feel himself become more and more impatient that moving his hips wasn't working because of the strong grip.

"wanna cum~ hurry up, please jinnie.."

as he continues whining and complaining, seokjin eyes kook for a second, "hey uhm i gotta go, call you later 'kay?" he hangs up and throws his phone to the side, grabbing the younger's jaw.

"now, where were we?"

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[namstruck]

SCHOOL CRUSH｜NAMKOOK

REQUESTED BY: kosmosisgguk (wattpad)

“where namjoon is a teacher and jungkook has a crush on him and confesses,”

WARNINGS; fluff!! non-idols! college au!

WORD COUNT: 1423

spring had just started last week, exactly on a tuesday, earlier than suspected by the citizens of busan. the slight wind from this morning's breath gently shook the neighboring tree from the building b, where jeon jeongguk's video/audio studies class was. and of course it was just another endless, boring day for the young male senior. although his classes were shorter than any lower classmen, he still dreaded them. calculus especially. it made him want to tear out his hair from frustration; it never really was his best subject.

but all in all, world literature was his favorite. not because of the history behind it or its variety of language, but because the young senior got to see his crush every school day in literature. his heart throbbed and grew warm and racy every time gguk looked or even walked by them. it was like a daydream. he never thought he'd find someone for him, especially in his college years. but of course love got the best of the young boy.

bing.

the final bell rings. gguk organizes his notes and sketches, shoving them inside his black backpack as he zips it and throws it over his left shoulder. walking out of the room, he holds onto the strap and hurriedly walks to his final class.

on his way he pauses to the sound of his name being called from a very familiar voice;

"ay yo jk!"

he turns his head around to face the owner of the voice; kim yugyeom. the tall, blonde sophomore waves at his senior along with a big smile. the younger always was so welcoming and charismatic that it was impossible not to love him.

"oh hey yugyeom, what's up?" jeongguk finally says.

when yugyeom catches up, he sighs, "you walk too fast.." he walks jeongguk's pace as he continues, "i was wondering if you'd wanna hang tonight with me and the others?" yugyeom scratches his nose as he waits for an answer from his senior.

jeongguk scrunches his eyebrows forming a funny look, "you couldn't have just texted me and asked??" they make a right turn from the long hallway and up some few stairs to building a.

"well as a friend i just wanted to see you!"

"we saw each other literally this morning.." the senior raises his left brow.

the younger rolls his eyes. it didn't matter when the last time they saw each other was; he just misses his close friend 24/7. "so you down or what?" yugyeom nudges jeongguk’s side, making him shrug.

"sure."

—

after the two went to their separate classrooms, the older arrives to his final and last class of the day; world literature. he walks in and just as jeongguk sits down in his seat, the late bell rings. taking out his binder and note pads, the senior adjusts his seat and settles down.

"good afternoon class,"

a tall, long legged man walks in the room, closing the door behind him. he then walks towards his desk, setting down his stuff and opening his notebook. he wore a green sweater vest on top of a white shirt and ironed khakis, a nice watch on his left wrist, and square rimmed glass on his slender, handsome face. this was the world literature professor; jeongguk's to be exact. and not only that, he was also jeongguk's..

"today's lesson will be based on greek mythology; the dark ages to be specific." the professor rolls down the projector behind him above the board. the students start one by one opening their notebooks and get ready for the lesson. jeongguk follows along, sighing at his view.

vrmm, vrmm

his phone vibrates, catching his attention immediately. he peeks at the screen and sees it was a message from his big brother that reads:

jinnie ☆

› so how's class going? is the view good, lol

jeongguk rolls his eyes in pure annoyance. but the messages keep coming.

jinnie ☆

› is today the day you tell him?

jinnie ☆

› confess your feelings bro! no homo ･̑◡･̑

jeongguk groans and rests his head on his desk followed by a bang. there wasn't a day where is older brother didn't nag about confessing his feelings to his crush ever since he found out. and of course the teasing never stops. why was he like this?

—

"hey jk, what’s with the flowers?"

yugyeom questions the said male as he admires the bouquet of lavenders, "such pretty flowers must be for someone special, huh?" the sophomore teases as he smirks, "you got a girl or what ehe.."

jeongguk shakes him off and ignores his childish remarks. he wasn't in the mood to fool around, all he wanted was to get it over with and done. if he was rejected then so be it, and if he wasn't then..

jeongguk walks in his last class of the day, the bouquet still in his hand. even though he got a few odd looks and some awes it didn't matter to him; not their reactions anyways. once he finds his regular seat, the senior places the flowers on the desk next to his as he takes out his notes. but before he can the professor interrupts;

"since we are nearing the end of class courses around this week, and since you all have worked hard and with motivation along with passion," he pauses as he pushes up his glasses, "i have decided to reward you with a few movies for the rest of the day.." he smiles as he finds everyone pleased. he walks back to his desk as he prepares to start the films.

jeongguk, on the other hand, prepared and practiced for what he planned to do all day long. so for the entire day he wrote small notes and steps in his journal. the whole time there wasn't a second he wasn't writing away, trying to figure out how not to screw up. he was so focused he hadn't realized how fast the time flew by, all he hoped for was for the best.

—

after a few hours or so the professor finishes up the films knowing the schedule very well, "also please don't forget to look at the blog tonight; there will be a few forms you will need to fill and print out!" just then the final bell rings and all of the students rush out. jeongguk follows behind, organizing his notes and stuff once more into his backpack. after swinging it over his shoulder, he walks down the elevated room and heads towards the door.

"ah, jeongguk!"

the said male pauses mid walk and stiffens as he hears him. looking up he sees his professor looking directly at him, for he was the one who called. the poor boy could only manage a small 'hm?' as a response, a surprised look on his blushed face.

"you picked such a lovely gift!" he smiles gently. but jeongguk looks at him with a puzzled look, so his professor points at the bouquet of lavenders he was holding in his hand. "she must be one of a kind.." he smiles again along with a small chuckle.

"actually mr. kim," jeongguk raises the bouquet in front of him, "it's for you."

the said male scrunched his face, "for..me?" he receives the flowers and stays shocked for a while. he was speechless; he had never received anything in his life with thought behind it. so why was one of his students giving him such kindness?

"i like you."

the professor looks up again, the flowers still in his hands.

"no, i love you." jeongguk fiddles with his hands as he continues, "i have since the first time i saw you, you were something else; something that is too hard to describe.." he huffs, "but..my feelings are true and my heart is in the right place!" jeongguk, now flustered, carries on as he grips the strap to his backpack, "so please, go out on a date with me!" he bows and speed walks out the door, leaving a speechless man behind.

the sounds of scrunching paper around the bouquet brings the older back to reality, his eyes wandering in confusion. eventually, he spots a white, small card inside the flowers. he brushes aside a few lavenders to pull out the small card. the back was designed in gold, bold figures; a herb in the middle. but on the front it was different, a small note.

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|                      for my one                       |

and only

                  —j.k ♥︎

|                                                                    |

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