#bts hard thoughts

[scorpioracha]

Dating Yoongi

We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment

Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.

It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.

Full wipeout.

Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.

Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.

“...chana?”

“Huh?”you said in a daze. 

“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.

“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”

You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.

“Bae juice”

He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”

He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.

“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.

And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?

You fucking c o n s u m e it.

And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.

You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back’ kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.

“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized 

Oh yeah, and your pining. 

Couldn’t forget about your pining.

You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.

Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.

“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”

“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.

Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.

 Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.

It was months before you had seen him again. 

Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.

It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle. 

Blame it on the wind.

What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering. 

You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning 

“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”

The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way. 

That mumble…

“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.

“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.

"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.

“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.

“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even. 

“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”

You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.

“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”

Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.

It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.

You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.

Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.

Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.

you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’ 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.

Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.

“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.

“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”

You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.

“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.

“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.

“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”

The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.

“No reason,”he said plainly.

Your eyes narrowed.

“So you have been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.

“I was trying to give you space”

“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.

“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”

“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.

Huh.

“Huh?!”You shrieked. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”

“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.

“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”

“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”

Huh.

“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.

“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”

“Hey-”

“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.

“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said. 

“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”

“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.

“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.

“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.

“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to be sick.

“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?

“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.

“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”

“You love me?”you whispered. 

“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”

“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.

“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.

“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.

“We’re both idiots”

Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.

In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music. 

Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air

Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it

Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all

But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make. 

There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.

What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either. 

Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.

You still hold this over his head to this date.

So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.

Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀

“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”

“No”

Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.

Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.

Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public. 

He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.

 So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.

And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.

Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨

Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)

When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.

Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.

You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love

You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible 

NSFW

Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S

Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.

 But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex

He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.

He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.

It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp

Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.

Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.

He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.

Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.

He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️

Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.

He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.

All in all Yoongi is the best boy.

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[vminizzle]

Failed quickie

pairing : coworker!jungkook x f.reader

genre : suggestive

warnings : making out in public place (their workplace), marking, swearing, hair pulling, mention of tattooed jk

words count : 0.3k

A/N : hi hi, I was bored so here's a very little something for you guys. It's not a big thing but just wanted to post something. I kind of like these characters,, I’ll prob write about them more later. good night, take care. Love you guys- sunny

Jungkook pushed the stop button of the elevator abruptly, his body pressed tightly to yours.

"you’re so pretty today fuck" he groaned lips crashing onto yours.

You were pressed against the cold mirror of your company’s elevator, blouse unbuttoned, smooth skin begging for "your colleague's" touches.

"I need you so bad right now." his tattooed hand went up to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands were tangled in his long black hair as you pulled on the soft locks making him moan into the heated kiss.

"fuck baby, I love it when you do that." he gripped your hip with one hand, the other one placed on the small of your back pulling you even more closer to his strong body, making you feel his growing erection.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” he breathed out before his lips cascaded down on the soft flesh of your chest, leaving a reddish mark there.

You moaned at the sight of his warm tongue sliding over your burning skin. Your hands slid down his muscular chest to his belt, unbuckling it eagerly.

“I need you Jungkook.” you whimpered when you felt his hand on your bare thigh, sliding up under your skirt.

Looking deep into his eyes, you were about to connect your lips again, when you heard the elevator rang signaling that it started working again.

"shit!" he cursed loudly, throwing his head back in frustration.

Guess it wasn’t the right place and obviously, not the right timing.

He fixed his tie, brushing his messy hair back before helping you button up your white shirt.

Jungkook bent down to whisper in your ear -

"would you like to go grab a coffee, darling?" he laid a soft kiss on your cheek one last time, a stupid smirk plastered on his face as the doors slid open with a "ding" sound.

"I don’t drink coffee, love." you caressed his cheek gently, sending him a playful wink, as you walked out of the elevator leaving him speechless.

Mouth slightly ajar, Jungkook bite on his bottom lip, grinning before running after you, as he ignore the raging boner confined in his -now tight- pant.

—

a/n : no comment. *sigh*

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[kooberryfields4ever]

CLOSER (TO YOU)

small jungkook bang bang sex time as my first official non-nsfw-alphabet post teehee………. i miss this man soooo bad guys it’s close to killing me😭😭😭😭 i was looping closer to you on the train when i thought this up bc the song just ignited something heady and hot and fast in my brain nd i needed to get it down!!!!!!!!! i hope u all enjoy……. i’m also working on sfw/longer fics so bare with me through the seemingly unending nsfw while i do😭😭

i really recommend listening to closer to you while you read to properly discern the DESPERATIONNNN behind this fic

wc: 1402

content warnings : smut below the cut, pwp, cunnilingus, piv sex, creampie, no dialogue!

MDNI !

You and Jungkook are fighting to release each other’s lips as you fumble your way through the front door. He kicks it shut, pressing you firmly against the wood as his hands find purchase at your waist, gripping tightly. He’s straining against his trousers, like the way you can feel your panties dampening under your silk dress. He’s licking expertly licking into your mouth, hungrily, suckling on your tongue and drawing moans out of you. You pull away to breathe a little, giggling with your head thrown back against the door at both of your determination. Jungkook chuckles in suit, attaching his lips to your neck sweetly as you expose your neck to him. His fingers dig further into your skin when he presses his hips into you - you gasp at the feeling of his hardening length pressing into your pelvis. His kisses are slow as he trails them up and down from your jaw to your collar; he nibbles gently, hand sliding up to caress the side of your tit. You sigh. Jungkook pulls back for a second, eyes on your body as both of his hands dance slowly down the length of your dress, scrunching it up to reveal your heat to him, slowly. He observes you, a dark glint in his eye as your chest heaves with desire. You watch as he sinks to the floor, his eyes boring holes into your skin. 

The moan that leaves your throat is crude as Jungkook attaches his lips to your clothed cunt, tongue running along the folds. You clench your eyes shut when he pushes his nose into you, goosebumps raising on your skin when it presses against your clit. He holds the length of your dress up against your hip, nuzzling into your pussy like a man starved, and you throw your leg up and over his shoulder when he taps your thigh. You can barely see him, his face covered by the red silk of your dress, but you can feel when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and drag them down slowly. He’s quick to dive back in when your pussy his finally exposed to him, his ministrations fast and desperate as he licks into your cunt with the same fervour he had when kissing you. Your hands fly to grip his scalp, bucking into him as your panties slide further down and he takes it into his own hands to pull them off you completely. His hands slide up from your calf to your thigh, before joining his mouth at your entrance. He plunges his middle finger in deep, to the knuckle, curling it against the spongy walls of your insides with precision. The noises he’s making are dirty, wet in way you can’t describe. He sucks expertly at your clit, finger pushing in and out repeatedly as you cream around him.

When a second finger slides into you, you feel your body curl into itself, your grip on his scalp tightening. Jungkook hisses, taking the stinging pain in stride as he continues mouth-fucking you. He pumps his fingers as deep as they can go, brushing against your g-spot almost teasingly, drawing moan after moan from your lips. You can feel your resolve beginning to break, the band holding you from climax bending aggressively before snapping, sending you hurling into an orgasm. Your walls pulse around Jungkook’s fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing and licking at your folds and clit while you come down. When you begin to twitch from overstimulation, he finally pulls out, standing up to loom back over you before taking his fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks your essence from his knuckles gently, his free hand moving back to your hip to press himself against you once again. You close your eyes, the bulge of his hardened member pressing into you erotically. You can barely move.

It's unsurprising when Jungkook picks you up in your daze, swinging you over his shoulder unceremoniously as he carries you to his bedroom. The passion from before still lingers when he throws you down as gently as he can, crawling over you. His mouth finds yours once again, reigniting the flame within your belly as you moan into his mouth. He smirks. Your hands fumble at his belt, parting from him as you desperately work against the buckle and his zip. He shoves them down, alongside his underwear, and shrugs them off, resuming his position over you to press his lips against yours. His dick presses against your thigh. He’s gentler with your clothes, fingers tucking under the thin bands of your dress delicately, letting them fall off your shoulder as he presses kiss after kiss onto your mouth. He leans back from you for only a second to grip at the hem and pull the fabric over your head, exposing you to him finally. He sighs happily. He seems unable to detach himself from your lips, diving back in to taste you hungrily, yet tenderly. You gasp when his finger finds your bra strap, pinging it against your skin with a breathy chuckle, urging you to sit up a little while his hands unclasp it from the back. He sits back this time, keen to watch as you slide the bra off your chest slowly, your breasts drooping from the cups. He watches for a short while, his eyes darting between your tits, watching your nipples grow impossibly harder from the chill in the air as they’re exposed.

You lay back. He tilts his head a little, still sat up as he reaches down to take one of your breasts in his large hand, thumb rolling over your nipple tenderly. His touch is achingly slow, finger joining his thumb to pinch you, and you sigh. He finally knocks himself out of his trance when he feels his dick twitch, and watches you observe before leaning back over you to kiss you once again. You clench around nothing when his length presses against your skin again, moaning as he grabs it and jabs his tip into your clit teasingly. He allows himself to thrust between your dripping folds a few times, lubing himself up before aligning himself with your entrance and pushing in, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His thrusts are immediately desperate, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he drives into you quickly. Your hands fly around the back of his head, pressing him into your shoulder as you both moan. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, fingers sure to bruise as he pounds himself into you, unrelenting when you clench and groan and scratch at his back. He presses a chaste kiss to your collar, hands dropping to your thighs to help lift your hips ever so slightly off to bed to push himself even deeper. Your eyes widen, his tip prodding at your cervix deliciously with every thrust.

When his breathing becomes heavier against your skin, you can tell he’s close. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously. Jungkook practically growls when he feels you tighten around him, your walls pushing him out as your climax nears. He lifts his head up from your shoulder, eyes dark with desire when he fixes his gaze on you and dives into your lips for a final time. You kiss him back with equal fervour, fingers dancing expertly across your nub as Jungkook pile-drives into your pussy. His free hand comes up to play desperately with your tit, squeezing the flesh and rolling his palm against your hardened nipple. It’s enough to send you over the edge once more, your breath hitching against his unstopping lips as your cunt clenches tightly around him over and over. He presses his forehead against yours, lifting your hip even higher with a grunt as his hips stutter. His eyes search yours desperately, brows furrowed when he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a shaky breath, cum flooding your womb as he makes short thrusts at your cervix. He swallows, and you watch him carefully as he lets go of your thigh, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

You can feel his cum dribble pathetically out of your entrance, his loud snores permeating through the air. You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and nestling into his chest. Cleaning up can come later.

a/n 🗒️ tysm for reading !!!!!! all ur support n likes n reblogs mean the world to me🥺 pls dont be shy to send me asks/requests if u want i am completely open to anything even if u just wanna talk !!!!

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[astayinwonderland]

Silk and Fire - Chapter 5

pairing: namjoon x f.reader , jungkook x f. reader

summary: you try to spend all of your time with namjoon but things go south once jungkook shows up at your house

word count: 3.3k

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: ongoing

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

warnings: use and mentions of alcohol, cheating, consensual intercourse, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (pls don't), cursing, mentions of jealousy, reader goes to a bar, LGBTQ+ themes.

It’s been two weeks. 

Two weeks since you’ve seen or heard from Jungkook, or anyone from the group, even Camille. You decided you should fill your days and nights with that one person, your one and only, your significant other, Namjoon. It was a mistake to let Jungkook trap you in Hoseok’s guest bathroom like that. You should have never let him touch you, the way you basically melted under his touch was wrong. Very wrong. 

So now here you are, feeling another man’s touch. Your man. Lazy make-out sessions with Namjoon are a slice of heaven on Earth. The way his fingertips dance on your skin creating patterns along your arms and thighs is mesmerising and you are drunk on him. His essence, his smell, his lips on yours… Everything about Namjoon is warm and safe, it’s home. 

The sun barely creeps into your shared bedroom, your curtain blinds blocking most of the light. Namjoon smiles against your lips as your hands palm his very evident erection. 

“What’s with you lately?” he asks but continues kissing you. 

“Mmmmm… nothing. What do you mean?” you lie, you know exactly what he means. 

“You are all over me lately. Am I being rewarded for something?” 

“… being the best boyfriend ever,” you reply and kiss him deeply. Not letting him question anything else. 

Namjoon surrenders to you, his strong hands slightly pushing you down to the bed. Pepper kisses land on your jaw, your neck and shoulders. He strips you off your pyjamas and the look on his face when you are completely naked under him is glorious. Lips curved into a smile, his adoring eyes turn dark with lust as he moves his mouth to your core. 

Namjoon starts slowly and temptingly, his dangerous tongue licking your entrance, taking his time. He goes all the way to your clit, subtly sucking on it and then his attention is returned to your needy cunt. He hums in approval as he tastes your arousal, your folds already covered in it. It’s the most perfect nectar to his lips. 

“I wanna drown right here,” he dips his tongue inside your warm cunt. His tongue, expert on how to make you cum again and again, goes in and out of you as his nose presses on your clit with every movement. 

Namjoon spits in your hole, a combination of his saliva and your juices make squelching sounds as he adds two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck, Joonie…” you let a breathy moan out. 

With his fingers curling inside you, the tension in your lower stomach grows and your pussy clenches around his fingers.

“Not yet, babe, I want you to cum with me.” 

Namjoon slips his fingers out of you making you whine at your now empty cunt. But that ends when he licks his fingers and then places them over your parted lips. Your tongue mimics what he did before, however, you end up sucking your boyfriend’s fingers, tasting yourself in the process. 

You take off his boxer shorts and your entire body seems to be on fire when Namjoon’s cock springs free. His red tip begging for attention and he is hard, you don’t want him inside you, you need him inside you. 

Spreading your legs you welcome him to enter you. This hand taps your thigh for you to wrap your legs around him. The tip of his cock grazes your clit and you are done with the teasing. Taking the matter into your own hands, you reach Namjoon’s rock-hard cock and you guide it to your entrance. Both of you moan as he completely sinks into you. 

Deep and slow, his cock glides in but not entirely out of you, keeping your cunt full– so full of him. The feeling is so good, so pleasurable, it is hard for you to form a coherent sentence. Your full focus is grabbing Namjoon’s ass, pulling him as close to you as possible. You want to feel every single inch of him. How a veiny cock pulsates inside you, making you scream for it, scream for him. 

Your hands, desperate now, reach for Namjoon’s hair, pulling him into yet another kiss that goes from sweet to sloppy. His lips and tongue land on your jawline, chin, and back to your lips as your hips now raise to meet with his. The groans that were once stuck in his throat are now very audible as you both increase the speed at which you chase your climaxes. 

“You gonna cum with me, babe? You close?” he says in your ear, his voice incredibly low and hoarse. 

“Yesyesyes… make me cum,” you leave little kisses on his neck. 

As your climax approaches you shut your eyes, heightening the feeling of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you and the little moans he lets out as he fucks you. Namjoon’s hips thrust hard and as you open your eyes, tears fall. You cry as a string of curses leave your lips, you are cuming, harder than last night. Harder than yesterday and harder than the day before that. 

“Babe, fuck– ugh fuckfuck!” Namjoon cums with a muffled moan as he plants kisses to your temple and cheek. 

Namjoon looks at you, cock softening, his load buried in you. His lips curve in a smile, eyes again lovingly scanning your face, trying to read your expression. You can’t help but cover your eyes with your hands. You’ve decided to restrict yourself to only interacting with Namjoon these two weeks because he deserves the world. Your little JK thing had to stop. Nevertheless, you can’t shake the thought of the red lingerie set he sent you, which is now hidden in your side of the cupboard.

Guilt makes your skin crawl, but that goes away when after such a mind-blowing orgasm, Namjoon gives you a chaste kiss on the lips. You could stay here forever, but that was not the case. 

After a long hot shower together, it dawned on you that you couldn’t stay in this Namjoon bubble forever. Someday you had to face reality and that day was today. Namjoon is going away, on a business trip, and even though your love for him is real, you don’t trust yourself. 

“Do you really, really need to go? Can’t you have a video call or something?” you sit on the couch watching as he puts his luggage near the door. 

“I do need to go. Only three days ok, babe?” he gives you a smile. That beautiful smile warms your heart and makes you swoon. 

“Okay three days,” you reply. 

Namjoon walks to you and cups your face. He lets the image of you engrave on his brain for the days he is going to be away. He wishes he were more present, he really cherished these two weeks where it felt like the two of you just started dating, but he just had to leave. So he pulls you into a kiss, firmly pressing his lips to yours. 

As you wave goodbye, you feel that heaviness in your chest and you just know it is time to go back to bed. Trying to sleep it off might help, after all, and there is nothing urgent that needs to get done. 

Your bed is cold as you climb on it. Has it always been this cold? You make yourself comfortable, putting pillows around you in an attempt to feel less lonely. Blinds now closed, you let yourself sleep, trusting that three days will fly by. 

The subconscious never lies and it loves to play tricks on one’s mind, and you are no exception. Your dreams get steamier and you are not exactly aware of what’s going on. There are hands all over your body. One specifically makes its way to your mouth, getting two tattooed fingers in it making you moan as drool starts to fall down your chin. You feel the opposite side of your bed sink at the weight of your new companion. 

With your eyes still closed, your hand reaches the body that now lays beside you. 

“Jungkook?” your voice is sleepy and tired. 

“Jungkook!?” Camille answers perplexed. 

Your eyes rapidly open at the sound of your best friend’s voice. A rush of thoughts comes to your head, thinking about how to excuse yourself. 

“I– I just…” 

“It’s time to stop your personal house arrest. We are going out,” she pats your head and wink. 

“Ugh… honestly, Cam, you scared me,” you rub your eyes, trying to fully wake up. It’s been hours since Namjoon left. Where did time go?

“I miss you, I haven’t seen you in forever. I know you miss Joon and all, but we have a date, and people are expecting us,” Camille hops off the bed and starts going through your clothes which hang perfectly neatly on your side of the cupboard. 

You decide to get up, there is no fighting Camille. Besides, you could use the distraction. 

“Ooh but what do we have here? Oh My God, babes, you got it!” 

Your head spins so fast to find Camille with the delicate red lace underwear in her hands. Yes, Jungkook’s gift. 

“Ummm, yes,” you lie. “I got it,” you make your way to her and put them back in their hiding place. 

“Well, put some makeup on. We leave in 20!”.

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For the entire cab ride you kept asking Camille what was she up to and she didn’t reveal much. You figured you would go to a bar and she would make you dance your worries away. The good thing is you were actually right, in a way. To your surprise, you were joining two lovely people at the bar. 

“So why did you put yourself on house arrest?” with a smirk drawn on his lips he sips his drink. 

“She said she just didn’t feel like going out,” Jimin answers Taehyung the same question for the nth time, earning an eye roll from him. 

“Okay, okay. But we were looking forward to seeing you! You know you are my favourite,” Taehyung winks at you playfully. 

“I thought I was your favourite,” Camille comes back to the table with drinks… 8 shots to be exact. How did she manage to carry these? It will always remain a mystery. 

“No, you’re my favourite,” Jimin adds laughing. 

Camille sweetly kisses his cheek and then proceeds to give each one of you two shots. 

“Don’t ask what’s in them, just drink. Cheers!” 

You watch as everyone takes their shots, grateful for this moment where you truly feel blissful. For the first time in days, you don’t feel anxious or guilty. Namjoon has great friends, despite his agitated life. It would be wrong if you ruined everything. You have no idea how you could forgive yourself if you did anything remotely close to breaking that man’s heart. These sober thoughts get mixed with the alcohol in your system as more drinks come to the table. 

“Let’s dance?” Taehyung extends his hand to you. 

You can feel the alcohol slightly teasing your brain now. The vibration of the music gives you goosebumps, and the lights are a tad bit brighter. Accepting Tehyung’s hand, you are guided by him to the dance floor where other groups of friends and couples are dancing. A couple catches your attention as they seductively make out right in front of you. The two men shamelessly grope their bodies together not minding the crowd around them. 

“You know them?” Taehyung’s voice is in your ear now. 

“No,” you resume your dancing. 

Taehyung keeps his careful eyes on you the entire time, making sure you don’t bump into anyone else. His hands are carefully on your waist as he spins you to the music. You look back at the couple who are not less handsy. The temperature seems to rise by the second when you feel a pair of eyes looking intently. Jimin’s eyes look at you from the table as he takes another shot with Camille. His expressionless face makes you turn to Taehyung. 

“Is he… jealous?” you ask. 

“He is always jealous, don’t worry,” he laughs. There is a spark in his eyes and now you understand why everyone is so obsessed with these two. 

From the distance, you see another girl approach Camille. Are they friends? She seems a bit too handsy. 

“Shall we head back?” you ask and Taehyung is already leading the way back to the table. 

“...yeah, sorry but I’m engaged,” Camille says a bit too loud showing off her ring. “You’re gorgeous by the way!”

The girl in the pixie haircut apologises and joins a group of people on the dance floor. It seems she does know the hot steamy couple you saw earlier. 

“You are getting married and still have people flirt with you,” Jimin says with his eyes glued on Taehyung who pretends to not notice such an intense glare. 

“What can I say… I still have it, but I am joining your chosen family forever,” Camille pokes Jimin on the shoulder. 

The tension could be cut with a knife now as silence falls over the table. Jimin now looks down, thinking if he should let his intrusive thoughts win, and of course, they do. 

“If you had to choose anyone but Yoongi, who would you choose?” he finally says. 

You cough in response, not expecting this question at all. 

“Hmmmm… between the seven of you?” Camille asks. 

“Yes,” Taehyung answers as he leans towards her, getting interested in the new turn the night has taken. 

“Well… probably Seokjin–” 

“Jin!?” you exclaim. 

“Yeah, he is really fun,” 

“He is like the complete opposite of Yoongi,” Jimin laughs. 

“Well, who would you choose?” Camille asks. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“Taehyung should go first. Who?” and there is something in Jimin’s voice that makes you even more intrigued by what Taehyung has to say. 

“I’d choose her,” Taehyung puts an arm around you. 

Jimin rolls his eyes but smiles at you. 

“...from the seven.”

“Maybe Namjoon.” 

Your mouth falls open as you turn to Taehyun. 

“Really? Namjoon?” you ask quite surprised, to be honest. But Taehyung only gives you a sweet smile. 

“Your turn!” Camille says, but you shake your head, which makes everything suddenly spin. The alcohol has caught up with your night. 

“C’mon, beautiful. We’ll say it at the same time. Deal?” Jimin encouraged you and although you know they mean no harm, you know this is dangerous territory. 

“One… Two… Three…” 

“Jungkook,” you blurt out at the same time. Your voice overlaps Jimin’s making him laugh uproarously. 

“Huh! Who would have thought?” Camille looks at you impressed. “The tattoos?” 

You just cover your face in embarrassment and everyone knows at this point it is time to go home. 

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The next day came with plenty of things to do around the house and you worked from home. Camille had sent a list of things to help out as part of your Maid of Honour duties, you were more than happy to do these because one, this is your best friend's wedding and you want it to be just as she wants it. Two, it will keep your head from overthinking. 

You’ve Facetimeed Namjoon twice already, making sure he confirmed he was coming home tomorrow. It is not the healthiest thing to be so dependent on him, you already know that. But the fact that he is away is almost making you physically ill. 

Your phone rings and you’re sure it’s him. As you reach out to answer: 

Incoming Call: JK

You have to be fucking kidding me. 

You put the phone down and walk to the kitchen to get water. He can’t be calling you right now. What the hell does he want? 

The ringing of your doorbell startles you as it echoes around the house. You don’t need to ask or check who it is, you already know. As you open the door he turns around to meet you. His hair was long enough to be put in a ponytail. He shows you a big smile which is erased as soon as you don’t return it. 

“Hi,” his voice is small, almost completely muted but the motor of his car that is parked outside.

“You shouldn’t be here, Jungkook–” You reach to close the door but he stops you. 

“Please, I just want to talk. I need to show you something,” his eyes pleading. You try to avoid looking into them, you know you would say yes if you did. 

“I don’t know… it’s very very late and it looks like it might rain.” 

“It will take 10 minutes I promise…” 

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A 6-ish minute car ride later, you find yourself at the top of a little hill in your neighbourhood. You had no idea it had such an interesting view of the city lights. It even had two wooden benches for people to sit down and admire the view. You could easily drive by and not pay much attention to it, but the way the trees aligned in this specific part of the hill, created a natural arch that blocked some of the street lights. This made the spot perfect for stargazing as well.

“Why are we here?” 

Jungkook is the first to sit on the bench, but you don’t follow—the greater the distance the better. 

“I wanted to show you my favourite place on this side of the city. I used to come here often to think or when I couldn’t sleep… I– also owe you an apology.” 

He stayed silent for a minute, gathering his thoughts, and trying to find the right words to say. 

“I am sorry for–” but Jungkook stops himself and for the first time in the night you look at him in the eye. 

“Actually… I am not sorry. Like I am, but I am not. Not really. I have always loved and respected my friends, but when I want something– someone… I fight for it.” 

“Jungkook?” you take a step back as his fingers brush yours. Jungkook stands up to have a better look at you. 

Little droplets of water start to fall from the sky. They land on your head, your shoulders, and suddenly everywhere. Probably a heavenly warning that you should run far away from this man, but your feet seem to be glued to the ground as his fingers now intertwine with yours. With his eyes staring into yours he raises your hand to his lips as he starts planting kisses on the back of your hand. 

“Jungkook… no–” you whisper. But even though these are the words that leave your mouth, your body doesn’t obey. 

Your free hand caress his cheek, an invitation for him to come closer. Rain pours now, cold, hard, the raindrops almost hurting you, but neither of you seems to care. So you firmly plant a kiss on his lips. You hear him moan as his lips part to kiss you as he has wanted to kiss you since he first saw you stuck on those revolving doors. 

His hands on your back pull you closer to him, he wants to cover you with his body. You finally parted your lips for him. You don’t think. Everything happens so fast, your heartbeat quickens as you get to taste him, to feel almost consumed by him. Jungkook prays his will is strong enough to wait until you ask him to fuck you. But now his hand is on your neck, giving him better access to deepen the kiss. 

The heavy rain muffles the little cry that escapes you, but sinning never felt so good, it shouldn’t feel so good. Tiny sparks of electricity course through your veins and it seems you’ve never felt this alive before. The kiss breaks, leaving you both breathless, speechless. Until– 

“Do that again,” you say.

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a/n: This is pure ✨fiction✨- this took me a while but I truly had a blast writing it. lmk if you want to be in the taglist.

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[beomnoullitheorem]

Imagine being Jungkook's soulmate (not fantasy), his girlfriend from years and it has become way deeper than just dating. Like you're both spouse materials for each other and are too shy to propose to each other.

On a random night when your man just fucks you (as he should) you both just are so drunk in each other and are dumbed down.... so you accidentally moan, "Kook, wanna be your wife, fuck me like I'm your wife."

Your perfect man just goes feral at your words.... "Huh- Wanna be my wife? Sure, then take me like I'm your husband," and he becomes rough and too good. Maybe it's your oxytocins deep inside stirring up again, but oh the happiness that he wants you take him like he's your husband has you moaning louder.

With his strikes hard and rough, too dumbed at his cock and close to your orgasm you just desperately mewl, "Please, faster, Your wifey's gonna cum, Kookie, make me your wife- aaahhhh~"

Your words spurring him on, and he's saying, "Let's marry each other, beautiful. Make me your husband & lemme breed you like a husband should" And with desperate thrusting he comes undone, in you.

Oh What a proposal. While providing you one of the best aftercare after bathing all his and your cum off of your bodies, cuddling you in his arms, spooning you, he says, "Be my wife, let's grow old together."

"And die together, Kook. Yes. Let's marry," you say, grabbing his hand and planting a kiss on it as a pledge.

"Let's get married, Love."

Wow. Proposals like this are- the best.

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[odigaon]

baby

summary: you and your boyfriend decide to start a family together

rating: smut, 18+

characters: optional bias x afab reader

word count: 1,161

warnings: dumbification, oral (female receiving) impreg, unprotected sex

unedited!

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there you were. spread out, dripping, and anticipating what he was going to do next. the thick fog of subspace hazing your brain was preventing any fully coherent thought from forming in your head. it was okay though. you knew that he was there.

for the last hour you had been bent into multiple positions all over your apartment (and outside): the car before you even arrived home, the front door, the couch, and the dining room table before he finally got you into the bedroom. your poor cunt was swollen and tender from cumming so many times, but every touch from him still felt as good as ever.

now he had you here on your shared bed. on your back with your legs spread and knees pushed up to your chest. his face was buried in your pussy, no doubt that his mouth was covered in spit and cum. how many times had you been eaten out tonight? three? four? it feels so good your brain is practically melting out of your ears.

at this point you think he must be doing it for his pleasure and not yours. every swipe of his tongue and suckle from his mouth has you keening and whimpering. words aren’t even being formed but he knows just what you need.

what gets you the most though? his moaning and whining. every time he feels you clench around his tongue makes him want to stop just slide into you and feel it on his cock. when he hears your voice pick up in pitch, he presses your knees further into your chest and avidly continues exactly what he was doing in order to get you your release for the fifth time that night.

you feel the knot in your tummy start to tighten. toes curling and fingers grasping on to the sheets as best you can, you try your best to warn him, but the only thing that can leave your lips are moans and whines.

letting out a loud squeal, your release hits you like a freight train. white hot pleasure radiates from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet. black spots dot your vision as you try to come down from your high. you feel him pull away from your cunt and sit up slowly. trying to blink away the haze, you do your best to follow him with your eyes.

he massages your thighs and whispers, “are you feeling okay, baby?”

when all you can do is sigh and blink at him he giggles, “silly me. why am i asking you when you’re too fucked out to answer? i’m sorry. my dumb little baby can only think with her pretty pussy right?”

you feel your cheeks flare up. even fucked out, you can tell his tone is the one he uses in times like this: a bit mean but still conveying his love and adoration for you.

“not dumb.” you muster out

“oh so my pretty girl can use her voice! what do you want next baby? no begging. just tell me and i’ll give it to you. but you have to use that pretty voice of yours or i’m gonna have you the way i want,” he says while lightly tracing the outer folds of your pussy.

“cock!”

embarrassing. you meant to form a full sentence, but evidently it’s not in the cards for you tonight.

“aw does my pretty baby want my cock?”

you nod your head frantically

“uh uh uh. words, baby.”

“yes. wan’ your cock please.”

he smiles one of smiles he saves for when you do something especially cute. pushing him self up slightly, he readjusts you both to be a bit more comfortable.

“you ready?”

“mmhm.”

he lines him self up, and slides home. or at least it might as well be home.

the first slide in is always his favorite. the sound you make is a drawn out combination of a moan and a whine. that sounds almost makes him blow every time.

he presses into you further and you think you feel all the air leave your lungs. he’s so deep, you think you feel him in your stomach. every inch deeper is making you lose your mind and before you know it, all train of thought leaves you and you are solely focused on his cock inside you. the loud ground that leaves him sends you over the edge again; tightening up on him and preventing him from moving .

“fuck baby. i love you so fucking much. your cunt was made for me. i wish i could spend the rest of my life inside you, pretty girl.”

god. the things he’s saying.

if that’s one thing you love about him fucking you: he always ends up fucking the both of you dumb.

the slow, deep thrusts leave you clenching and unclenching around him uncontrollably. one small change in the position, putting your knees back up to your chest, leaves him grazing your g spot. now your mouth has become a waterfall of whines and moans, if anyone tried to quiet you right now, you don’t think they could.

you feel him leaning down close to your ear and nuzzling your neck.

“yeah? that feel good baby? god i wanna cum inside you so bad. will you let me?”

all you can do is wrap your arms around his back and sink your nails into his broad shoulders.

“yeah? want me to cum inside? fuck, pretty girl wants me cum inside her and get her pregnant, huh?”

at that, your eyes nearly roll back in your head. pregnant? he always talked about wanting kids, but you didn’t know that he wanted them this bad.

a chorus of “yeses” start leaving your mouth. all you want, all you’ve been thinking about for the past couple months while the both of you had sex was how bad you wanted him to cum in you.

“you’d look so beautiful pregnant.”

it’s the last straw. as you’re cumming again you muster enough effort to reply to him.

“i want them to have your laugh.”

he starts picking up the pace and leans away slightly to look at you clearly. the pretty smile and misty eyes tell you that he loves you.

“I want them to look just like you, baby. your eyes, your smile, your cute little nose. i want them to know how great of a mommy they have.”

your eyes start to tear up. how can this man make you feel like this while still fucking you so good?

whimpering louder, you clench down on him in an effort to keep him inside. you want nothing more than for him to fill you up with his cum and get you pregnant right now in this moment.

his groans and moaning grow in volume as he gets closer to his release.

whispering out a small, “please. fill me up. i want it all. please. i wanna make you a daddy.”

his thrusts start to grow sloppy and he begins thrusting into you without his earlier finesse.

“you want it all? i’ll give it all to you baby. only you.”

with a handful more thrusts, your boyfriend is finishing inside you. his head drops into your neck while he rides out his high, whimpering in your ear. reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, you ask, “you really think i’ll be a pretty mom?”

he chuckles a bit at that, smiling into your skin and giving you a small kiss.

“i said beautiful. not just pretty.”

a soft blush colors your cheeks. he lightly strokes the side of your face while he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“you really wanna be parents right now?”

at that he lifts up, gives you small kiss on the forehead, nose, and then lips. he grasps your sides gently and shuffles the both of you around to where your head now lays on his shuddering chest.

“i want nothing more, baby. i’d do or give up anything in order to start a family with you.”

at that, your eyes mist over. god, you really love this man.

“should we start thinking of baby names and nicknames then?”

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[mykoreanlove]

Tsundere ツンデレ

Ding dong.

Your eyes shot open like the speed of light.

Ding dong.

What time was it?

Ding dong.

Who the fuck rang your bell at 3 in the morning?

Ding dong.

Fuck, the neighbors were going to lose it.

Ding dong.

“I am coming!!” You raced to your door as fast as you could.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I said I was com-” you shouted as you opened the door angrily. Your visitor took you by surprise as you had not heard from him in weeks. Right in front you stood your ex-boyfriend – incredibly handsome, yet incredible fucked up. His dark hair tousled, his eyes bloodshot, his body clouded in smoke and his whole being reeking from alcohol. You were annoyed that he dared to show up like this and threw the door in his face. Or so you thought. He had his foot in the door before you could succeed at shutting him out.

“Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. You loved his deep and raspy voice but hearing it now made your heart flutter in the worst way. You were not allowed to feel these emotions anymore, you just couldn’t. “Min, you can’t be here.”

He scoffed, glaring at you viciously. “Why? Have you already found someone new to share the bed with?”

Ah, there he was again – still the angry and cynical guy you remembered the most. Over the course of your short-lived romance, you had never seen him portray his positive emotions – not once. He always played it cool, being the reserved and harsh person that he was. You once found this trait to be attractive but realized that you couldn’t handle it very well. Yoongi confused you as he was rude and harsh most of the times, only kind and appreciating on rare occasions. You never knew what he was truly thinking or feeling – he never opened up to you like that. Hence you called it quits. Not because you didn’t have feelings for him, but because you were convinced, he hadn’t any for you. Not wanting to be weak, you decided to take on his approach.

“Does that matter?”

“It does matter to me”, he scoffed again. You raised your eyebrow in surprise. “What? Did you think I was fine after you broke up with me?”

As a matter of fact, yes, you did think he was fine. You assumed he continued living his life, produced new music and dated other girls. Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized that you seriously had not considered this possibility. “Y/N, why? Why would you think that? Don’t you know how much I loved you?”

Tears started straining your face as you tried to compose yourself. “Min, how was I supposed to know?” Seeing you like that hurt him badly. Realizing that he fucked up another relationship because he couldn’t show how much the other person meant to him was even worse. Was he doomed to repeat his mistakes over and over? “Can I.. Can I come in?”

You let him enter and walked to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water. You handed it to him silently, nudging him to drink. “Do you think I’m here because I’m drunk?” He smiled sweetly, masking his pain as much as he could. “I’ve been drinking for years, this is nothing. I’m not here because of the Hennessy I’ve downed. I am here because I can’t stand it anymore.” He faced you directly, taking his time to choose his words carefully. “I know I seem cold. Sometimes distant or cranky. Annoyed even. I can’t open up so easily as it takes me some time but… y/n, I really cared about you. So, fucking much. Still do.” He laughed a little as he wiped away the tear that built on the corner of his right eye.

You walked over to him and held his hand. “Was it me?” He looked at you confused. “What do you mean?” “Were you not able to open up because of me? Did I do something wrong?”

Yoongi started to cry – the last thing you expected from him. “No. No, of course not. You were perfect. No, you are perfect y/n. I just – I have trouble letting people in. I was always like that, probably because of the upbringing I had. It was fucked up, you know?” You wanted to be snarky and remind him that you did not know, because he never opened up to you, but you bit your tongue. He was clearly in pain, fighting against himself and your bruised ego had no place in this one-man tragedy. “Min, I am sorry”, you whispered. He got closer to you, his face almost touching yours. “Don’t be”, he mumbled. “I was the one at fault. I pushed you away. I am really sorry, y/n. I came here to tell you that. To tell you that I’m sorry and that I miss you and that I had been crying myself to sleep for the past few weeks. Ever since you left me, to be precise.”

You looked at him in disbelief, how was that possible? The boy that seemed so distant and cold was heartbroken over you? “I guess my behavior was very confusing to you. I still confuse myself at times. I behaved like an immature savage most of the times because I was too nervous and shy around you. I was afraid of you seeing my innermost side, so I pushed you away before you could come too close to me. My deepest apologies, y/n.”

His words moved you. You were able to finally understand. The enigma that was sitting right in front of you wasn’t disinterested but afraid. Your hand caressed his cheek, you missed the feeling of his porcelain skin. You missed smelling his musky perfume, missed his warm touch, missed the raspy sweet nothings he whispered in your ear as he was making love to you. Yoongi wasn’t the only one that cried himself to sleep at night. And now he was here, confessing his love to you. You had to pinch yourself to check that you were in fact awake.

He grinned into your hand. “I am glad it’s not completely over, y/n.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Min.” You wouldn’t make it easy on him, that was for sure. He laughed at you sweetly. “Would be more believable if you wouldn’t be sleeping in my shirt, babe.”

His shirt? Fuck, you were half asleep as the bell rang and didn’t think of putting on clothes. He left his favorite shirt, an oversized white one with some initials on the front, at your place and weirdly never asked for it back, so you decided to keep it. You used to fall asleep to it as it smelled like him but when his scent disappeared you decided to sleep in it – you somehow felt closer to him that way. You smiled as you got caught in the act: “I really can’t fool you, can I?”

Yoongi took your head in his hands and kissed you. “No, and I don’t want you to. Your feelings are written all over your face and I love you for that. Don’t ever change, especially not for me.” He placed another kiss on your lips. “Me, however, I will work on that. I’m not all spice, I’m also sweet y/n. I’m sweet for you..”, he looked at you pleadingly, “if you let me.”

#mykoreanlove #bts suga #bts suga smut #bts suga x reader #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #agustd #bts x you #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x y/n #bts hard thoughts #bts hard hours #fanfic #kpop smut #creative writing #suga x reader #suga x you #suga x y/n #bangtan #kpop fanfic #tsundere #tsundere x you

[sciintillla]

Ohh man how is love for my nipples to be in jungkooks mouth

he'd make of them his personal toy.

jungkook would briefly ghost his hands over your chest to demonstrate his intentions. once you consent for him to continue, he'd pull your clothing off, showering your torso and chest with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

jungkook would then slide his tongue over one of the areolae, enclosing your nipple in his soft lips, sucking and nibbling on it, all the while pinching the other with his fingers, lightly applying pressure until a drawn-out sigh leaves your lips.

he'd be fully absorbed in biting, licking, sucking them. he'd spend as much time as you allow him in the supple flesh of your chest, finding your sweet spots, how much pressure you can take, how much he can squeeze them to blur your lines of pain and pleasure.

jungkook's fingerprints are etched on your waist and arms, his tight grip trapping you in his delicious stimulation.

#bts scenarios #bts headcanons #bts x reader #bts hard hours #bts hard thoughts #bts imagines #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts smut #jungkook smut #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #hard hours #hard thoughts

[straykeedz]

okay so i’m curious to know the kpop duo you’d absolutely SMASH bc for me it’s absolutely jk + bang chan and i saw this edit on pinterest and i want to thank whoever made it from the bottom of my heart bc avzhgwjqnqusbqhakansbwvshqj thank u for feeding my delusions 🥹

^credits to whoever made this edit and god bless your soul you made me the happiest human alive

this made me go absolutely feral they’re my ult biases and this is me rn: 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

so i’m curious: who would you smash in the kpop industry? it can be skz related or not. in skz my dream 3some would be binchan 👹

#kpop game kinda?? #kpop crush #jungkook #bang chan #ult biases #👹👹👹 #FERAL #bts hard thoughts #bts hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #bts #stray kids #skz #jungkook hard hours #jungkook hard thoughts #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours

[vminizzle]

𝔍𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔨𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

✑ all my works and writings are purely works of fiction! do not copy and translate without my permission!

(s) : smut (f) : fluff (a) : angst (sg) : suggestive

thigh riding || (sg) 1k

warm hands || (sg) 0.8k

stay quiet for me || (s) (f) 0.9k

under the bed || (s) (f) 2.1k

under the bed pt.2 || (s) (f) 3.2k

stop teasing || (s) 1.1k

reflection || (s) 1.7k

cry for me || (s) 1.1k

are you gonna do it against the wall? || (s) 0.8k

sleepover || (s) (f) 1.7k

hotel room || (s) (f) 1.5k

don’t you want to get caught, do you? || (s) 0.4

sex shop || (s) (f) 4.2k

body chain || (s) (f) 1.3k

doctor Jeon || (s) (f) 2.8k

needy || (s) (f) 0.9k

hope || (s) (f) (a) [ SERIES : on going ]

unplanned night || (a) (s) 3.8k

office break || (s) (f) 3.1k

hot in black || (s) (f) 2.3k

midnight frustration || (s) (f) 0.6k

show you || (a) (sg) (f) 1.1k

feel special || (s) (f) 2k

kiss me || (sg) (f) 0.6k

sweet lips || (s) 7.8k

failed quickie || (sg) 0.3k

sweet lips 2 || (s) (f) (a) 13k

wanna get married || (f) 1.7k

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[underpinksky]

I finally watched the Suchwita episode with Taemin and I don't know if I want to watch the three of them together or get fucked by them. Because in this case I would be more than happy to watch Jimin and Yoongi take Taemin apart or Jimin domming Yoongi and Taemin or maybe Jimin would want to be pampered by Yoongi and Taemin?

#bts hard thoughts #bts imagine #bts hard hours #bts hard stan #jimin hard thoughts #jimin hard hours #taemin hard thoughts #taemin hard hours #yoongi hard thoughts #yoongi hard hours #yoonmin #yoonmin x taemin #yoonmin x reader #bts x reader #bts smut #jimin x reader #taemin x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin smut #yoongi smut #taemin smut

[astayinwonderland]

Silk and Fire - Chapter 2

READ CHAPTER 1 HERE (:

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

guest starring: ot7

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: you just met jungkook and he;'s already fucking up with your brain...

status: ongoing

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (big no-no), exhibitionism, voyeurism, cheating, pet names, fingering... (lmk if I forgot anything)

wc: 2.3k words | do not copy or translate

Jeon Jungkook is a man with very few regrets in his life, but he can be sure that Namjoon getting to you first can make it to his shortlist. He sees your eyebrows raise in disbelief, a nervous laugh escapes your lips. How adorable. One of your delicate hands extends towards him. Jungkook can only think about how lucky Namjoon is, having such gorgeous hands wrapped around his– 

“Nice to meet you,” you nod politely. 

It takes Jungkook a second to interrupt his train of thought and shake your hand. The entire party seems so distant now. His fingers brush against yours and your body is suddenly hot, it craves something… Jungkook feels your fingers caress his and then without even thinking twice he brings your hand to his lips. They feel soft and firm against your skin, you have the urge to touch his bottom lip, which is pierced with a silver ring. Before your intrusive thoughts get the best of you, Jungkook lets your hand go. 

“Nice to formally meet you,” Jungkook clears his throat and turns to your boyfriend. “Did you know she got stuck in the revolving door?” 

With concern in his eyes, Namjoon’s hold on your waist tightens. As Jungkook goes over your unfortunate series of events, your heart hammers in your chest, and your breathing quickens. Are your hormones acting up? Or is it just the way Namjoon possessively draws circles on your back and Jungkook’s eyes scan you up and down that’s fucking up with your head? Breathe. You take a sip of your white wine, masking your embarrassment. Three clinks on the expensive champagne flute Yoongi holds and everyone’s eyes are on them. The happy couple. However, you feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. So intense they may burn a hole in your chest. 

As Yoongi starts his brief but emotional toast, the 6 men gather together to see their friend profess his love. You greet Jimin and Taehyung, the inseparable duo, always so fashionable that it is hard to not stare at them when they walk into a room. They stand proud, cheering and smiling for his friend and his wife-to-be. You, on the other hand, can’t help but shed a couple of tears. Camille’s words are full of love, devotion, and respect for her soon-to-be life partner. You look over at Namjoon and to your surprise, you can’t read his expression. Is he longing to have what Yoongi and Camille have? Are you the one? Silently, you doubt yourself even though you are sure you love him. 

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To make up for the fact that you were late, you decided to stay until everyone left and help Camille and Yoongi with the engagement presents. Even though she already had help, you insisted. Namjoon was of great help too, he is strong and athletic. You stare a little bit too long when he squats down to get one particular heavy gift. The way the muscles of his thighs support him as he squats down makes your imagination run wild. You picture your hands barely touching them, a thing you do when you want to tease him. Then you would kiss his inner thighs and he would let out the most exquisite moans, his cock already leaking for you but still trapped in his underwear. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” he stands. 

“Do you?” 

“I’ll put this in Yoongi’s car and we are getting the hell out of here. Will you like that, babe?” his voice low, seductive. 

You slowly smile and nod. 

“Wait for me outside, babe, I’ll get the car,” and with a wink, he makes his way out. 

You know the night is just about to get even more interesting so there is only one thing you have to do. Say your goodbyes to Camille and Yoongi. You are pretty sure you saw Camille heading back to that one narrow hallway. The lights are dim and a chilly air current travels south of it. Voices can be heard from a tiny room where the door is ajar, but the lights are on. You slow your pace, the voices seem agitated now… no they are panting, out of breath. There’s a rhythmic clapping sound that leads you to the door. 

“Fuck, please… please,” a high-pitched female voice cries. 

His doe eyes land on yours as he mercilessly fucks one of the kind waiters from the party. Her pencil skirt lifted all the way to her waist, exposing her ass as Jungkook kept her head down and back bent over a tiny table. His eyes never leave yours, his lips curve in a wicked smile and his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. Your brain commands you to leave but your wanting, wet cunt is begging you to stay, secretly hoping you could get fucked like this. 

Another moan comes out of the waitress's lips and you cover your eyes in an attempt to erase the sinful image before your eyes. 

“C’mon, darling I know you want this,” Jungkook says breathlessly and you don’t know if he is talking to her or you but that’s your queue to get the fuck out of there. 

Heels clicking rapidly, you sprint down the narrow hallway and crash into Camille with so much force you almost bring Yoongi down as well. 

“Shit, babes, what the fuck?” Camille says almost falling on her face. 

“Nothing. I– You don’t wanna go down there,” you manage to say out of breath. 

“Was it a ghost?” Yoongi jokes. 

You apologetically look at him and wonder if he has any idea what his friend is doing in there. Not that is any of your business, but this was his engagement party after all. You decide not to mention what you really saw inside there. The way your heart raced and your skin burned wouldn’t allow you to speak of it. You need Namjoon and you need him now. After hugging Camille and Yoongi goodbye you rapidly walk through the same revolving doors. You made sure to not get stuck again by following Jungkook’s advice. 

Jungkook… a flash of images floods your brain. His hips snapping against that waitress’ ass. One hand surely bruises her hips as he holds her in place, the other one with a fist full of hair keeping her head down. The lust in his eyes. Without even noticing your imagination takes you to the nastiest places. How big is he? Did he prepped her before fucking her so fiercely? Did he cum inside her? 

Two honks and you jump, scared, pulled out of your forbidden thoughts. Namjoon gets down from his car to open the door for you, such a gentleman, but what you need right now is anything but that. He leans closer to make sure your seatbelt is fastened. His face close to yours, alcohol-scented breath fanning over your face. He knows you too well but he is positive you can wait until you are home to do whatever that horny little brain of yours is thinking. In reality, you can’t wait, you pull him towards you and hungrily kiss him. Namjoon supports himself with one hand while the other cups your face as he kisses you back, matching your energy. 

His lips part and so do yours, tongues meet in urgency and desire. Your hand is already reaching Namjoon’s clothed cock when he covers your hand with his and pulls away. The smile on his face tells you you might not make it home that fast. 

The ride is slow and smooth, but Namjoon knows this is not over yet so he decides to tease you, his right hand on your thigh. Little by little that hand makes its way up your legs, fuck you would touch yourself right now but want him to do it. You need him to do it. 

“Just fucking touch me.” 

The car screeches and Namjoon makes a sharp right, taking you into a backstreet with little traffic. He makes sure to park somewhere secluded. Namjoon pushes his seat back and unbuckles his belt as you pull down your panties and then straddle him. 

“Mmmmm what do we have here?” he asks. 

“A really wet cunt that needs pounding,”

“Fffffffuuuuck…” 

He brings your mouth to his. Namjoon kisses you with love, he wants you to be one with him. Taking each kiss as if it's his last. That’s what drives you crazy about him. His strong hands go from your thighs to your back as he praises you between kisses. 

“You are so pretty… ngh– breathtaking…” 

Butterflies dance in your stomach as his kisses get sloppier and his fingers start to rub on your soaked hole. You grind onto him, trying to get more friction, anything really, you need everything he can give you right now. Taking his hard cock in your hand you stroke it slowly, his pupils blown from the excitement and anticipation. You wish you could take it in your mouth, edge him, make him whimper, and beg for his release… but you can do that later in the privacy of your house. In the present moment, you need him inside you now. 

You align yourself with him and sit on his perfect, rock-hard cock. Your eyes roll back as you take him inch by inch, giving you a feeling of fullness so exquisite you can barely articulate any words, let alone breathe. You have been craving this feeling all night. His hips buck upwards making you curse under your breath as he finds the pace that makes your moans louder and louder. Sweat covers both of your bodies as his cock slides so deliciously in and out of you. The feeling of your climax approaching builds more and more. Namjoon places his hands on your hips to help you match his thrusts, up and down, up and down. His lips plant kisses on your neck, your collarbone, and shoulder. 

“Babe, fuck, fuck, fuck… cum with me, will ya?” he pleads. 

“Yes, yes, keep fucking me like that, just like th–that,” 

Namjoon’s cock twitches inside you. Your thighs are burning but you chase your high anyway, you fuck your needy cunt on his cock like a champion, getting praise after praise and curse after curse from him. Your breath quickens and you repeat your boyfriend’s name like a broken record. Your eyes close as you reach your high, the overwhelming feeling is so good you could swear you see stars. Right after you, Namjoon cums spilling into you, the warmth of his release filling you. He throws his head back and a laugh escapes him. 

“That was…” you begin. 

“Yes, I know,” he kisses your forehead. 

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You have always considered yourself neither a light nor a heavy sleeper, making it always perfect to sleep at Namjoon’s side. His snoring barely bothered you, probably because you were used to sleeping with the TV on when you were younger. Even when he’s asleep, he is handsome. His lips slightly parted and his broad, muscular chest rose and fell. What a peaceful sight, who would ever imagine this man fucked you in his car a couple of hours ago. He looks innocent, angelic even. 

You hear something break in the living room. Normally you would wake up Namjoon on a moment like this, however, you see him so fuck out waking him up doesn’t even cross your mind. You tip-toe to the living room and you expect anything but this. 

“What are you doing here!?” you whisper in an attempt not to wake up Namjoon. 

His tattooed hand picks up the pieces of porcelain and he delicately places them on the table. 

“I didn’t mean to break it.” 

“Oh no, not that one… Joon is going to be so upset,” You know putting it together won’t make it perfect but you could try. This was one of Namjoon’s favourite porcelain antiques. 

“Jungkook, how the hell did you get in? Why are you even here?” 

“I had to check on you… you–well, looked very disturbed earlier,” he chuckles. 

The audacity. Did he really break into Namjoon’s to mock you? 

“I don’t need you to check on me,” you answered annoyed. 

“Now, now, darling why are we so upset?” Jungkook says getting closer to you. 

There is tension and danger in the air, you can just feel it. He should leave, he needs to leave. But his hand reaches the small of your back and he pulls you towards him. 

“Namjoon is sleeping in our room, what the hell are you–” 

Hot. Impatient. Lustful. These are the only words that come to your mind when Jungkook kisses you… and you kiss him back. He cups your ass and sits you on the table, the pieces of fragile porcelain long forgotten. His hands are under your silk pajama dress and noticing you have no underwear on his middle finger glides on your folds. 

“I bet you taste better than heaven, but you’re going to cum on my fingers first,” his husky voice in your ear travels directly to your wet entrance. 

One finger. 

“Oh, mmmm,” your back arches, head spinning. If only his fingers can do that, what would his cock do?

Two fingers. 

“Fuck, ah–” your breathing gets heavier until Jugkook’s hand covers your mouth. 

“Shhhh, please be quiet now, darling… can you do that for me?”

You nod. 

“That’s a good girl… Now cum,” his wicked smile showed again. 

His fingers curl inside you, your hips rutting against his hand. You can’t think, it’s all him and the amount of pleasure his fingers are giving you. You are so fucking close and you can’t make a sound. Jungkook’s eyes stare directly into yours. You are about to give in to the intense orgasm but–

“Fuck!” you scream opening your eyes. You sit, panting, the sun is coming out, gold light softly bathing your shared room with Namjoon, but he is nowhere to be seen. 

“A dream... It was a dream,” you repeat again and again to calm yourself. 

You look for your cellphone to check the time. 

1 notification. 

A follower request from Jeon Jungkook.

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Chapter 3

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are much appreciated :3

if you would like me to tag you for the next chapter please let me know (;

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts hard thoughts #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #namkook #astayinwonderland

[its-straykeedz]

my you; jjk

Pairing: jungkook x reader;

established relationship!AU, non-idol!au;

Genre: drabble;

Rating: fluffish smut? smuttish fluff? idk;

Word count: 1,7k 

Warnings: swearing; mature content as in: ✋job, oral seggs (m receiving), swallowing;  

Disclaimer: this is pure fiction; also, I’m not a native English speaker and my English is a bit rusty, so feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes!

♡

“He’s so handsome.”, you exclaim. 

You’re currently on your phone, your favorite artist just posted a new story on his social media. As soon as he hears your comment, your boyfriend’s head snaps up to look at you, brown doe eyes staring at you, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Who?”, he questions, looking at you through his hooded eyes. 

You turn your phone to him, showing you the latest picture of Kwon Jiyong.

“Yah!” Jungkook, your boyfriend, gasps dramatically. “You shouldn’t be talking like that about another namja!”, he playfully scolds you. 

You giggle at his reaction, finding it cute. 

“Why not?”, you tease him. “He is handsome.”

He scoffs. “Okay. Then you know what?”, he asks, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “I’m going to become an idol too one day, so everyone is going to compliment me and you’ll feel jealous.”, he says with a satisfied grin on his face. 

You let out a laugh, before you playfully elbow him. “Oh my God, Guk, don't tell me you’re jealous!”, you say, poking at his puffy cheek with the tip of your index. 

He glares at you, though playfully. You know deep down he’s not serious. He knows you have eyes just for him, and that your crush for Jiyong is merely platonic. He just likes to tease you about it from time to time, and you don’t mind it. 

“I’m not jealous.”, he scoffs. 

He’s not, you believe him. That’s one of the things you like the most about Jungkook. 

You come closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know you’re my number one.”, you purr, kissing him again, this time a little bit closer to the corner of his mouth. 

He scoffs. “But I’m not Jiyong. He’s handsome.”, he mocks you. 

He doesn’t look at you, nor does he turn his head to let you kiss his lips. You know he’s just teasing right now. 

“Mh, yeah, he is.”, you place a kiss on his jawline. Your hand travels all over his torso and abdomen, before slipping right under his t-shirt. His breath hitches. “But he’s not the namja I want…”

Another kiss, this time closer to his collar bone, and Jungkook has to physically stop himself from letting an obscene moan escape his throat. Your hand has reached his chest, and when you delicately pinch his right nipple with your fingers, it sends a shiver down his spine and he feels himself getting hard, underwear getting tighter and tighter. 

“Oh, he’s- he’s not?”, he asks, biting on his lower lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva. 

“Mh, he’s not.”, you repeat. Your other hand runs through his dark hair, gently tugging at it, earning a muffled moan from Jungkook. 

“A-And who is the one that you want?”, cock painfully hard in his boxers, he craves your touch somewhere else than his chest right now. 

You seem to have read his mind, because the hand that’s currently under his t-shirt starts to travel downwards. You feel his breath hitch once again and you smirk, a satisfied grin on your face at the way he reacts to your touch. 

Your hand finally slips under his sweat and boxers, fingers wrapping swiftly around his painfully hard length. You give his cock a slow pump, and place another kiss on Jungkook’s collarbone. Jungkook lets out a deep, guttural groan, and you feel yourself getting wet. Oh, how you love seeing him so vulnerable to your touch just like you are to his… 

“You.”, you whisper on his lips, thumb delicately brushing over the sensitive tip of his dick that’s wet with his arousal. 

You feel him thrust his hips upwards, desperate for some friction. 

“Please…”, he moans, before wrapping his own hand around your wrist. 

You can’t help but bite on your lip at his reaction. Seeing him so desperate and flustered is the biggest turn on for you, and he knows that.

“I’m gonna show you that I really mean it.”, you say. 

Your lips are so close to his he can actually feel your hot breath on his skin. He wants nothing more than for you to kiss him, so he places his other hand on the nape of your neck and pulls you closer so that your lips can finally touch. 

What was supposed to be a normal kiss eventually turns out into a make-out session. You start to move your hand up and down his length slowly, and you use the pad of your thumb to gently spread his arousal all over the tip of his cock. 

“Fuck.”, he mutters under his breath, breaking the kiss. “You’re so good at this, jagiya…”, he groans, his gaze dropping to his crotch, where your hand disappears under his clothes. “Want to see you while you do it…”, he whispers, looking at you with his dark chocolate eyes, filled with pure lust. 

You nod, before retrieving your hands from his underwear, and he whines at the sudden loss of contact. You slip your fingers at each side of his sweats, and in a matter of seconds, he helps you slide them off his muscular thighs, finally freeing his cock, now rock hard and yearning to be touched again. 

You wrap your fingers around his cock once again, and start pumping his length at an excruciatingly slow pace. Jungkook lifts his t-shirt up in order to have fully access to the sight of your hand pleasuring him, exposing his six-pack in the process. You can’t help but let out a gasp and lick your lips at the sight. 

“You’re so hot, Guk…”, you whisper, not even thinking about halting your movements. “Want to pleasure you all the time…”, you mutter, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

He lets out a choked moan at your words. “Me too- fuck” he groans out of pleasure when you squeeze him a little bit tighter “Think about you all the time, jagiya… want to be inside of you every hour, every minute, every second…”, he whines. 

“I’m all yours, Guk.”

You feel him buckle his hips in pleasure at the sound of your words and that makes you want to pleasure him even more. Without stopping touching him, you quickly kneel before him and gently tap on his thighs with your fingers, and he spreads them even more. You position yourself between his legs, one hand still wrapped around his thick, veiny cock, pumping him slowly because you know he’ll cum if you start moving your hand at a faster pace. 

“Fuck.”, he swears once again once he realizes what you’re about to do. 

“Shh… Just sit back and enjoy.”, you whisper, before engulfing the tip of his cock in your mouth. 

He chokes on air as soon as he feels both the wetness and warmth of your mouth around him. It’s been so long since he last got to feel your mouth around him. Too long. To him, at least. Your mouth feels like heaven, and he’s genuinely scared he’s going to cum sooner than he’d like to. 

You look so fucking hot with his cock in his mouth. He thinks it’s his favorite sight. No, no, scratch that, his favorite sight is definitely you on all fours when he fucks you from behind. He feels himself getting harder at the thought. 

“Fuck, like that, jagiya.”, he grunts when he feels you taking him in deeper, your tongue flat on the underside of his length. 

He places his veiny, tattooed hand on top of your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently tugging at it, careful not to hurt you. He looks at you through his hooded eyes to see any sign of discomfort on your face. There’s none. 

“You’re so good to me, jagiya… What did I ever do to deserve you?”, he asks, more to himself, running a hand through his dark hair. 

It’s not like you could answer him anyway, since your mouth is full of his cock. And he loves it. Also, he can’t wait to reciprocate. Fuck, the thought makes him even harder than he already is. 

“The prettiest baby…”, he mutters, tugging at your hair tighter “And you’re all mine.”, he moans, delicately thrusting his hips upwards to touch the back of your throat with the tip of his cock. 

He notices the way you squeeze your thighs together in search for some relief, and he smirks. 

“You like it when I tell you that you’re mine?”, he teases, voice raspy. 

“Mh-hm”, you hum around his cock, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes. 

As soon as your eyes meet his, he feels an intense wave of pleasure washing all over him, and he feels his orgasm approaching. “Fuck, jagiya, I’m close.”, he whimpers, still staring into your eyes.  

You know just what to do to send him over the edge. 

One of your hands moves from his thighs to the base of his cock and then downwards to his balls. It’s unexpected and sudden, and his eyes close shut in pure pleasure as he bites down on his lower lip so hard you’re scared it’s going to bleed. You feel his length twitch inside your mouth, and you know he’s so close to cumming… You relax your throat and take him even deeper until the tip of your nose brushes up against the skin of his lower abdomen. 

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”, he chants, and you feel him tense under  your touch, body becoming stiff. “I’m cumming, oh God.”

He kicks his head back, and you feel his cock twitch once again as he empties himself inside of your warm mouth with a choked cry. You swallow his release and pull away from his softening cock, letting it slap against his naked abdomen as Jungkook tries to regain his breath.  

“Shit, jagiya, it was amazing…”, he exhales a deep breath, running ha hand through his hair. 

“So,” you start, still on your knees between his thighs, looking at him “do you believe me now?”

He does. 

♡

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[mykoreanlove]

one of his girls

“Come on.. Come on.. Answer me.. I am going nuts without you here!” You were gazing at your phone with hawk-eyes. It remained silent, no matter how intensively you stared at it. You were desperately waiting for a message from your bestie, you needed her comforting words right now. You needed to hear her say that it was going to be okay. Because you felt far from that.

What got your panties in a bunch? Jungkook.

Or rather the lack of Jungkook, to be precise. You met him a couple of months ago on a dating app – both of you were looking for fun, nothing too serious so you gave it a shot. Both of you had ulterior motives though. You wanted to collect spicy experiences and live your femineity, whereas he wanted to find himself after his most recent breakup.

And it worked. He paid you attention, whispered loving compliments into your ear and fucked you properly until you forgot your name. You encouraged him to open up, to realize what he was made of and flattered his ego by showing interest in him. It was an intentional relationship which fulfilled its purpose. Until it didn’t.

He pulled back, became stingy with his attention until he grew completely silent on you. Instinctively, you tried to chase him but realized that he was done with you. He simply lacked the courage to tell you that. Once in a blue moon he contacted you, sex being his motif, but you ignored him, too hurt to even consider fucking him.

“He moved on. Why can’t you?”

Your friends were fed up with your whining about Jungkook. Why couldn’t you let him go? What was so captivating about him? What drew you to him even though he treated you like shit? You often asked yourself but never found a question. Your resentment towards him grew bigger, you started to slowly poison yourself. And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

Your ringing phone caught your attention. “Thank god, finally!” You picked up the phone, relief washing over you. “Thank god, you’re calling. I am going crazy here.”

“Y/N, what happened? Did you stalk his profile again?”

Shame flooded your whole being. Did you stalk his profile again? Of course, you did. You did so for the past few weeks only to realize that he had been updating his profile every other week. Small adaptions to his bio, the additions on his whereabouts or new thirst traps that made you press your legs together in frustration. Why had he had to be so handsome? Those damned dimples would make anyone fall in love with him.

You sighed defeatedly. “Yeah, I took a look at his profile. Again.” Your friend remained cool. “Did it help?” Her question caught you off guard as you expected her to get mad at you. “Did it help looking at his profile? Did you feel better?” You stayed quiet for a while until you answered her. “No. It makes me feel like shit.” “Why are you doing it then?” Excellent question, why were you? “I guess I am still trying to figure out what happened. I am too ashamed to ask him, so I stalk his socials in order to understand him. To understand whatever had happened between us…”

“Okay, I understand that. But let’s look at it objectively. He told you that he was looking for fun, right? He told you that he wanted nothing serious. And he behaved exactly like that. Yet, you can’t seem to accept that. Why is that?”

Memories of you and him clouded your mind. You thought about him lying on your lap and sharing his fears of ghosts with you. You thought about how he caressed your cheeks and told you how beautiful you were. You thought about him hugging you so tightly and planning future dates with you. You thought about him going down on you and praising your pussy. You thought about him being sulky because you had to visit your family and how he promised to send you many messages and pictures, because he would miss you so much. You thought about the last hug you shared with him under the stars.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you tried to regain your composure. “I just don’t understand it. I know that he didn’t want to be in a relationship, but he only said that once and after that he behaved like we were going into one. He was so sweet and loving and affectionate. He shared his vulnerabilities with me, he asked about mine – he was truly making an effort to get to know me. And I started letting my walls down but then he just left? He just tossed me aside like I was nothing? Not even an explanation for all of this? And now he’s updating his profile all the time so obviously he’s out to get it. He’s probably fucking another girl as we speak.”

You took a deep breath. Even though it was weeks ago you still felt hurt. You tried moving on, you even kissed some guys, but you couldn’t get him out of your head. All your thoughts always came back to Jungkook.

“I am sorry that you had to go through this, Y/N. He truly didn’t handle this the best way. I want to ask you a question though. Are you devastated because of his actions or are you devastated because of the meaning you gave those actions?” You thought about it for a while. “Both?” Your friend chuckled. “You sure?”

“I am devastated because I thought he was a good guy. I thought we had potential, even if we started out like that. But now all I can think of is him fucking other girls. He turned out to be another fuckboy and I was just one of his stupid girls. I really believed I meant something to him. Like all those things that he said? About how special I was? And how he felt himself changing into a better version when he was with me? Fucking lies. Jungkook is a fucking liar. I bet he tells this to every girl, so that she spreads her legs for him.” You basically spat out those last sentences, your hurt transforming into anger.

“So, what does that say about you?” You were annoyed by her questions. You were in pain, and you wanted to be comforted, not psychoanalyzed. “That I am an innocent and I acted right and that he’s a giant dickhead?” Your friend chuckled again. “Sweety, don’t get mad at me. I want to help you. Want to know what I am thinking? I think you were not ready to fall in love. You still carry those old wounds within you, where you are too afraid to be hurt again. That’s the reason you fell for someone like Jungkook in the first place. Instead of being repelled by his boyish behavior, you are still pining over him. Why? Because you somehow feel that that is what you deserve. I do believe that he meant what he said – you are insightful and you sure as hell brought out a new side within him. One that is mature and deep and evolving. So, please trust that. However, he is not ready for that yet. He is not ready to face his demons and evolve, that’s why he probably ditched you. You made him face this shit, when all he wanted was to face pussy. And that’s the chase he’s on right now.”

You fell silent. Fuck, that made sense. A lot of sense actually. You hated every second of it though. A desperate sigh left your lips. “What am I to do? Help me, please. I don’t know how I can let go of him.”

Friends were a marvelous thing as they saw you for who you truly were. And loved you regardless. Especially those friends, that helped you face your shit instead of running away from it.

“Let’s close your eyes for a second.” You lay down on the floor and obliged. “Imagine you were the version of yourself you wanted to be. What do you see?” “I see myself holding hands with Jungkook and we’re happy and he’s my boyfriend and I-” “Fuck no, that was not my question. I asked you to think of yourself. YOURSELF. What do you see?”

You thought about this for a while. “I see myself being happy. In that version of myself I am confident and sexy, and I feel like a catch. I go through life and accomplish my biggest desires. I finally got that promotion; I started studying Italian and I plan to go on vacation with my family. I see myself as worthy of all of my desires. I see a dog, maybe a corgi. In that world I feel empowered and ready for love. I am with an amazing man, that worships the ground I am walking on. I feel whole and complete, like everything is working out for me. I am free from fear and wounds and shit. I am happy.” Visualizing that actually made you smile. It also made you realize how much time and energy you wasted on pining over Jungkook, a guy that clearly wasn’t a match to that reality.

“Don’t you think it would make sense to invest your energy into becoming that woman? The one that knows she deserves nothing but the best? The one that is worthy of love and intimate connections? Do you think that woman would be stalking dating profiles? Do you think she would be sad over someone that clearly doesn’t give a fuck about her? I’m not saying that Jungkook lied or used you or whatever, he is the only one that knows the truth about this. However, I want you to free yourself from that. Take it as a learning experience and move on. Use that power on you, create you Y/N. I promise things will turn out for the better. If he comes back? Great. If not? Great. Someone better will fill his place. Remember that cute barista you told me about? Tae something? Maybe it’s him. Maybe not, but that shouldn’t be your focus. Build yourself up my dear, let that boyish child do its own thing and focus on you. Can you do that?”

You were whiny. “I don’t know if I can.” “Think about her again. Think about Y/N 2.0. Do you think she could?” “Hell yeah, that bitch could do anything.” “Great, then tap into that energy. She lives within you, so naturally you can do this, too.”

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