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gimmethatagustd · 3 months

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morals on sundays | myg

You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

○ Pairing: BFF!Yoongi x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Friends with benefits, angst, smut, fluff

○ 6 / 100 Drabble Challenge (FWB)

○ Word Count: 2,177

○ Warnings: MC's boyfriend cheated on her, post-breakup blues, questionable decision making, fingering so good you'll try to run away from it, pussy eating, too much tongue sucking probably, Yoongi is a boob guy, they have matching Spongebob and Patrick coffee mugs so why aren't they married?? Idiots

○ Notes: Shout out to @sailoryooons for also writing about a daegu boy eating pussy tonight 😌 And, as usual, I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains and didn't proofread it, so if you see any errors, no you didn't

○ Post Date: January 22, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? Imported - Jessie Reyez ft. 6LACK

Lately, you’ve felt like disappearing – not into a crowded city street in another country or down an unlit dirt road into the unknown, but into the warm folds of Yoongi’s hoodie. You’re already halfway there, with your fingers interlaced with his, shoved into the large front pocket, and your face tucked into his shoulder.

“Fuck, I hate taking the bus,” he curses, his words turning into a cloud that disappears into the cold air.

“How much time do we have?”

Yoongi turns his head, and his lips briefly touch the cold curve of your ear.

“You’re mumbling. What’d you say?”

“How much time until it comes?” You squint up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. It’s too warm here to want to move.

“Can’t check the app on my phone unless you give me my hands.”

“No.”

Yoongi chuckles and jostles your head by bobbing his shoulders.

“I thought our date would cheer you up.” His complaint is playful, eyes sparkling in the streetlights when he returns his gaze to the empty road. You should have gotten a taxi.

“I’m gonna die alone. Doesn’t matter how much late-night pizza I eat or how many stupid action movies I watch,” you grumble into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Even when the action movie lead has a super hot sex scene that’s poorly timed and irrelevant to the plot?”

“Nope.”

“Even when the coolest guy on the entire planet was the one who took you?” Yoongi smiles cheekily, his gaze back on you. He wiggles his shoulders again, hard enough to bounce your head.

Annoyed, you straighten up, hands still shoved in his pockets. The movie wasn’t that bad. The pizza was actually great. You’re just depressed.

“I didn’t think it would take this long…” You whisper into the little space between your body and Yoongi’s. He knows you aren’t talking about the bus.

Yoongi squeezes your hands inside his hoodie. The rest of you might be freezing in the winter night air, but at least Yoongi keeps your hands warm. He keeps your heart warm, too, with his sincere gaze when he looks at you.

“You were too good for him.”

Yoongi’s right. He’s always right.

You’re sufficiently frozen by the time the bus finally arrives. Yoongi pays for you both because he’s trying to make life easy. No bumps in the road, no unnecessary stress. He lets you sit in a window seat so you can stare out at the blurry night scenery and have your sad main character moment for as long as it takes to get to your apartment.

Once you arrive, he follows you inside and heads straight to the kitchen while you slump down the hall to your bedroom. The cold seeps so deeply into your bones that the sweatpants and sweater you change into barely help increase your body temperature.

Maybe it’s because the sweatpants and sweater are your ex-boyfriend’s, and the universe wants to keep your body as cold as his heart was.

In the kitchen, Yoongi uses a wooden spoon to stir hot chocolate in a small pot, your favorite kind that comes in a block of chocolate that melts with milk. It’s likely been years since Yoongi has made you hot chocolate. Cozy winter nights indoors were once commonplace, the two of you alternating between apartments to make each other snacks and treat cuddles like currency. The appearance of your ex put an end to the comfort you shared with Yoongi. It put an end to most things that brought you comfort.

As you expect, Yoongi has two mugs out on the counter. You reach for yours, twisting it in your hands as you wait for him to finish.

“Remember when Spongebob tried to become best friends with Squidward instead of Patrick?” Yoongi asks, turning off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour hot chocolate into his pink mug, then pours some into your yellow one.

“Yes.”

“He was Squidward. I’m just mad I didn’t get to blow up his house–” Yoongi laughs and nearly spills his drink when you smack him in the arm, “–with bubbles! With bubbles. I’m not homicidal.”

Rolling your eyes, you set down your mug next to Yoongi’s, both drinks too hot to drink quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumble, hooking your finger into his hoodie pocket and tugging lightly, the action absentminded. You keep your eyes cast downward because you don’t want him to see your tears if they run. “I’m sorry I’ve been in such a shitty mood. I know it’s been a while, but, it just… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything fucking hurts…”

Yoongi slips his fingers under your sleeve and circles your wrist, pulling your hand away from his pocket so he can lace your fingers together. They’re so much warmer now, defrosted by the heat blasting through your apartment and Yoongi’s hot chocolate.

“Maybe you could start by not wearing his clothes?” Yoongi offers quietly. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to get over someone when you keep them on your body like that.”

You sniffle and nod. Again, Yoongi is always right.

“Easier said than done…” you mumble, giving him a weak smile when you finally meet his eyes. There’s something there in his expression, something that seems different.

You don’t move away when Yoongi steps closer, even when he has you backed against the counter, even when you feel like you’re going to swallow your heart.

“I could take them off for you,” Yoongi says softly. He lets go of your sleeve to pinch the hem of your sweater, tugging it lightly. “If you can’t do it, I can.”

“Yeah?” You feel out of breath, maybe because you suck in your stomach when Yoongi’s fingers brush against it.

“Yeah,” he echoes, fingers sliding along your ribs as he pushes your sweater up. “So you can get over him.”

It’s a terrible idea, but your stomach flutters when he looks at you with sleepy eyes weighed down by the late hour and lust. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel your resolve slip as easily as Yoongi’s fingers do beneath your clothes.

“I want to.” The declaration is desperate, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare into Yoongi’s eyes with an all-consuming sadness that eats at your insides, gnawing on bones and biting holes into your lungs. “God, Yoongi, I want to.”

Yoongi touches his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes because he’s too close and you’re too much of a coward.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers. His voice is as gentle as his hands on your bare waist, his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin.

You raise your arms for Yoongi to pull off your sweater. He’s confident when he squeezes your tits, doesn’t even seem caught off guard when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under the sweater. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples as he leans in to kiss you, his tongue tasting sweet from the hot chocolate when he flicks it against yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out with an airy sigh that harmonizes nicely with the sound of him sucking open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums against the base of your throat, the vibration sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit. He keeps one hand on the counter beside your waist, caging you in, while his other hand cups your pussy over your sweatpants.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands immediately finding Yoongi’s firm shoulders when he starts rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against your entrance, soaking the fabric.

“These are his, too, right?”

“Y-yes,” you moan as Yoongi pulls down your sweatpants, taking your underwear with them.

You can’t say you never thought about how attractive Yoongi is; it’s hard to ignore. It’s just that Yoongi is your best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, you don’t know if you’d be able to survive losing him, too. You love him.

But you also love your ex.

It’s hard to think about that, though, with two of Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. They’re long, reaching deeper than your own can when you finger yourself, always late at night when you’re lonely. It never feels good after. The clarity always seems to hit too quickly, like being dunked in a pool of ice water.

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since another person touched you, since you found out your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until you’ve got your head thrown back and your thighs quivering as Yoongi fucks you with his fingers. You nearly climb up the counter, both wanting him to touch you more and trying to get away because it’s too good.

Your ex never searched for the spot that would make your legs shake, but Yoongi does. He curls his fingers against your front wall and keeps up his rhythm, moving with your body when you can’t control where it goes.

“Fuck, right there.” You’re burning up, veins turned to lava that’s rushing toward your core as Yoongi fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm until you’re on the verge of tears because you haven’t been touched in so long and you’re so lonely and you weren’t good enough. You weren’t enough.

“Wanna make you cum,” Yoongi groans, deep and gravelly, between licking a stripe up your tits and sucking your nipples.

“Please,” you moan, “Please, I’m so close.”

Your arousal gushes around his fingers, slicking them up and making your pussy squelch when Yoongi flutters them inside you. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, almost too hard. It stops you from bucking your hips, but you can barely stand as it is.

Yoongi’s lips are back on yours, red from sucking your nipples until it hurt. He whispers against your lips and opens his mouth to let you suck on his tongue with a pathetic whimper.

“Not yet, though.”

“Wha– Yoongi, no–” It’s embarrassing how loudly you cry out when Yoongi slips his fingers out of your pussy. You feel the fire in your core simmer until you’re left with a painfully throbbing clit and your juices smeared on your inner thighs.

“Shhh, you know I always take care of you.” Yoongi shuts you up with a bite to your bottom lip. He leans down slightly to squeeze the backs of your thighs and hoist you up onto the counter. “Lean back.”

The cold marble counter sends shivers across your body, but it can’t keep up with the heat of Yoongi’s mouth on your pussy. He kisses your lips so gently that you think you might actually cry before he pushes your thighs back, opening you up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Yoongi goes straight for your clit, sucking on it as he swirls his tongue around it. You dig your hands into his hair and tug the strands hard enough to make him moan into your pussy. “Use your, use–”

Yoongi laps at your clit in quick, consistent bursts that fall in line with the tempo he’s fucking you to with two fingers again. His free hand presses against your lower abdomen, keeping your body taunt so you don’t buck into his face or curl inward. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop your legs from shaking when one rests on his shoulder and the other drapes over the crook of his arm.

It’s messy and loud, Yoongi licking and sucking your pussy like he really is trying to empty your mind of everything but the way the tip of his hot, wet tongue feels swirling your clit and the stretch of his fingers when he slips a third inside you and focuses on massaging the sensitive part of your walls. It’s working. He completely consumes your senses, down to how gorgeous he looks staring at you from between your thighs.

Your Yoongi, fingerfucking you and sucking your clit like you’re his favorite meal.

You try not to bang your head against the counter when you finally cum, instead focusing the overwhelming energy into pulling Yoongi’s hair to keep his face in your pussy.

He continues fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, to the point that you can’t lie still any longer.

“Yoongi, oh my god, Yoongi, it’s too much,” you whimper and gasp, thighs closing around his head until he finally eases his fingers out of you.

Strings of your arousal connect his lips with your pussy until he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, cutting them off. His bangs are pushed off his forehead and his hair sticks up from you pulling on it, but his eyes sparkle and his cheeks are just as rosy as his pink, slicked-up lips.

“Shit,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning over you on the counter to kiss you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and lets you suck your juices from it.

You think you taste better on Yoongi’s tongue than on your ex’s.

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jjkeverlast · 7 months

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i saw everyone was sending you asks so i wanted to as well lol

and to ruin me with taehyung pics? yeah right back at you.

#gimmethatagustd #my soulmate jai #lati's mailbox📬

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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birthday drabble 9 - kth

@gimmethatagustd asked: Soooo #60 and/or #100 on the list with either tae or our one and only suga daddy 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

jai forgive me bc i said this would be yoongi but i'm trying to keep somewhat of a balance and i needed another tae~ found a way to incorporate yoongs tho~ (don't kill me lmaooo)

pairing: taehyung x reader, ft. yoongi contains: smut!! bad first date, handsome stranger taehyung, eye fucking and finger fucking oop 👀, stranger sex (well, fingering), semi-public indecency (in an alley lmao.... nasty), kiiiiind of accidental voyeurism?, please don't do any of this IRL it's not safe out there y'all summary: you're supposed to be on a blind date, but the handsome stranger across the bar keeps distracting you.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

You’re never letting your friend set you up on a blind date again.

“Bestie,” she swore up and down. “He’s perfect for you. He hates people and affection, just like you.” You’d rolled your eyes, and she’d shot you a look with hands on hips, as if to say: see?

“He’s introverted and passionate and creative, like you. I seriously think I found your twin flame. Just invite me to the wedding.”

You realize now, as you drain the last of your drink, that sometimes being too similar can be a bad thing. Because the last fifteen minutes of this date have been spent in excruciating silence, with neither one of you able to think of anything else to say. You’ve each tried a few times, but the pattern is the same: one of you will bring something up, the other will grunt a one-word response, and then you’ll return to your drinks as the awkward silence descends again.

Fuck dating, you think to yourself with a frustrated sigh. Across the table, Yoongi looks like he feels similarly.

Your eyes sweep the room, looking for any possible topic of conversation, or just something to look at, and– oh. There he goes again.

You’ve been watching this stranger all night, despite your best attempts not to stare. This bar is just really not that big, and he’s so damn handsome, it’s honestly hard for you to look anywhere else. Sorry, Yoongi. Your fingers grip the sweaty sides of your glass extra tightly as the stranger rests one elbow on the bar, his other hand reaching up to sweep his fluffy brown hair back. Strong, solid arm muscles flex beneath the fabric of his white t-shirt, and you have to hide an appreciative exhale in the rim of your drink. Oh, to be between those biceps…

“Know him?” The mildly annoyed voice of your date snaps you out of your stupor.

Your gaze shifts quickly back to Yoongi, and you blink a few times, trying to remember how to talk. “Hmm?”

His mouth is a flat line. “Do you know that guy? You keep looking at him.”

“I–” you glance back over at the bar despite yourself, and you realize the stranger is now looking at you, dead-on. His gaze is piercing even from the other side of the room, and he makes no move to drop eye contact when you catch him staring. In fact, he fucking winks.

Tilting your glass up for more alcohol as a reflex, you realize it’s nothing but melting ice. You flash Yoongi an apologetic smile. “I’m just gonna… Another round. Be right back.” Well, that was almost a sentence, you tell yourself as you scoot your chair out.

The stranger’s eyes track you as you cross the room, and you have to keep glancing away, overwhelmed by the way he has you fixed in his gaze, his magnetic pull. You set your glass on the bar as you approach, keeping a comfortable distance away from him and looking for a bartender to flag down.

He wastes no time, immediately sliding to close the gap between you, until his arm brushes against yours. “Hi.”

“H-hi,” you manage, hating how your voice shakes. You’re staring down at the wood grain of the bar, unable to look him in his dazzling face.

“I was about to go over there if I saw you look at me one more time. Glad you made it easy on me.” His voice is low and sweet enough to send a shiver through you.

“What would you have done?”

He shrugs, hand reaching for his glass of red wine to take a sip before he continues. “I don’t know. Probably ask something like: are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

Your head snaps up to look at him, then immediately back down again. “I-I wasn’t eye fucking you.” Just admiring, you tell yourself: his face, his arms, his hands…

He brings one of those strong hands to your jaw now, long fingers delicately tipping your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Maybe not,” he admits. “But I wish you would.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but something overtakes you as you stare into his eyes. “I wish you would do more than eye fuck me.”

“Is that right?” A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “What about your date, baby girl?”

Your pulse is racing, but your voice is no longer unsteady; he’s clearly teased some new side out of you. “He can wait.”

“Oh, I like you,” he nearly growls, thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip. “Step outside with me for a moment?”

It doesn’t take long for you to find yourself pressed up against the side of the building, brick wall digging into the skin exposed by your backless dress, as this beautiful man kisses you breathless and one of his hands starts to creep up the outside of your thigh.

He pulls away to murmur into your neck. “My name’s Taehyung, baby. Just in case you feel like saying it.”

You can tell he’s not expecting your response, because his eyes widen when you grab the hem of your dress and hike it up your thighs in one swift movement, exposing the black lace of your panties to him. “Make me.”

“So naughty,” he chides, but you can hear the excitement in his voice.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you. You’ve never done anything like this before. The fact that you know you shouldn’t somehow only makes it hotter.

As much as you’ve already admired his hands tonight (along with every other part of him), you gain a new level of appreciation for Taehyung’s fingers as he brushes them over your core. He exhales a laugh, low in his throat, and you know he can tell how turned on you are.

Even though you just asked for it, you still can’t help but gasp at the sudden, almost aggressive way he slips two fingers under the band of your panties to press into you.

“So wet already,” Taehyung says, clearly fighting to hide a smile. “How long were you thinking about this?”

His fingers feel too good for you to play hard-to-get. “All night— wanted you so bad, ah, fuck.”

“All night, huh? While you were supposed to be on a date with someone else?”

You bite down hard on your bottom lip, desperately trying to suppress the noises he’s working out of you, and can only nod in response.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” Taehyung’s voice drops so low in your ear you swear you can feel it inside you.

When you shake your head, still trying to stay quiet, it’s clearly not enough for him.

“I can’t hear you, baby. Say it.”

“N-no.” Your hips cant up, chasing his touch. “He can’t.”

“That’s what I thought.” Taehyung says smugly. He rewards the answer with a third finger slipped into you, and now you can’t keep yourself from crying out at the feeling of him stretching you open. He breathes into your ear again. “Yeah, gotta get you ready for it.”

The meaning of his words dawns on you, and that realization paired with the way his fingers rub firmly against your g-spot feels so good that you can hardly stay standing.

“Yes, Taehyung,” you gasp, “yes.”

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coaxes, his fingers unrelenting.

“Taehyung,” you moan, “I’m gonna, oh fuck, fuck–”

His mouth finds yours in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing up the sounds you make as you come hard around his fingers. You tangle your hands in the soft curls at the nape of his neck as he kisses you through it, slowing the pace of his fingers but continuing to rock them inside you as you flutter and shake.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your eyes snap open at the sound of a voice you recognize, and your gaze lands on Yoongi, who is staring at you and Taehyung with a truly bewildered expression. He must have left the bar and walked around the side of the building– probably looking for you, you realize dumbly, considering you disappeared and never came back. Oops.

You tear your mouth away from Taehyung’s and struggle to shove your dress back down, but Yoongi is already disappearing into the night, moving quickly.

“Yoongi! Yoongi, wait!” You attempt to follow after him, but you can barely remember how to walk thanks to the work of Taehyung’s fingers. With the speed at which he’s power walking away, you know you’ll never catch up.

“Delete my number!” Yoongi calls over his shoulder, and you groan internally.

Fuck. Your friend is going to kill you, you think to yourself, and then you feel strong hands come to cup your shoulders from behind.

“We don’t need him anyway, right? Can I take you back to my place, baby girl?”

You whip around at the question, squirming out of Taehyung’s grasp in the process. He’s cute, but you’re not stupid, especially not with a fresh dose of post-nut clarity setting in.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

His mouth drops open a little, and he stares at you, clearly dumbfounded.

“I don’t even know you! You could murder me!” You say, like it’s obvious. Leaning down, you grab your purse off the ground, where you discarded it in the throes of passion. “Thanks for the orgasm, though.”

With a final polite smile at Taehyung, you loop the strap over your shoulder and depart, doing your best to walk confidently despite your still-shaking legs.

#birthday drabbles~#gimmethatagustd #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #bts smut

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theharrowing · 6 months

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it’s @gimmethatagustd’s birthdayyyy!!! oh, my jaibaby. i just adore you and respect you and appreciate you to the moon. 🌙 💜 you’re such a kind, funny, caring person and i love your writing and i need to make time to read more. i’m so glad you were born and i hope to get to see your precious face with my eyes in a few weeks! 🥺

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎁🍩🎉🎈🎂 🍬EAT CANDY AND DRINK AND BE GAY AND MERRY AND HAPPY FOREVER I LOVE YOU!!!

#gimmethatagustd #my jai baby 🥺

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snoozeagustd · 2 years

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LOL IM DYING AT YOUR TAG ON THAT YOONGI PIC “omg his chicken legs”

BUT ITS TRUE. MY MAN HAS CHICKEN LEGS. or as @matchstick6812 very eloquently wrote in her fic 'Trip No Further", min yoongi has "flamingo-thighs. If an earthquake strikes, they will crumble at the first rumble"

#inbox💌#gimmethatagustd #jai <3

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minisugakoobies · 6 months

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i love when you get super active ☀️

Jaiii, please! You’re so sweet 💕💕💕

#i was just in my feels a bit last night #lovely moots #gimmethatagustd #asks

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orchidyoonkook · 1 year

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MY TURN !!!

chamomile 💛

Hi Jai! ILY more ♥️♥️

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

I am NOT a gift person they make me feel guilty?????? Thanks ~trauma~. BUT things I allow if my partner or friends want to are:

- candles, flowers, CHO. CO. LATE., things that remind them of me, stuffed animals because we gotta heal that inner child, books, homemade gifts (just got a crocheted bookmark for my birthday!!!) and food.

Little things that have big meaning ♥️

#tHANK YOU!!#palm tree was hilarious by the way. 10/10 answer #gimmethatagustd #asks #ask games #ask games with yoon #ms.mailbox📬

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vvh0adie · 9 months

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@gimmethatagustd is always at the scene of my crimes bruh

now i got some hoseok period sex wip to write

and a hoseok vampire period fic to finish outlining

#join us jai #a lot of blood never hurt anybody #hehe #succubabes #gimmethatagustd

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sugarwithtea · 2 years

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i have a dialogue prompt to see if you like it 👀 for any member you want -- “i still don’t really understand what happened between us.”

hey jai! @gimmethatagustd thankyou so much for sending this in!! iknow i took way long with this but i wrote 2.3k more 😭 anyways here it is (idk what is tumblr's problem but it ain't letting me post the whole fic over here so I'll link it down below)

truth or dare - ksj

this is seokjin's moodboard/aesthetic for the fic 👇

#sugar!☕#swt requests #jai💗#gimmethatagustd #seokjin #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic

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daechwitatamic · 1 year

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hello 😌 I am here for a word snippet: smile

dear readers I give you.... kim seokjin

thank you for playing, jai!!! <3

send me a word and i'll send you a snippet! or ask me a Yes/No question about Amalthea! or both i'm not your boss!

#ask games #gimmethatagustd #fic: amalthea

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souryoong · 7 months

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You give me Hobi vibes but specifically JITB Hobipalooza vibes

SVWJZBSB STOP THIS IS LIKE THE BIGGEST COMPLIMENT TO ME LOL

but real talk we do have the same mbti and we are both most definitely introverted except around the people we love. like for instance me with some of my mutuals on here lmaooo.

but yes thank you taking this and running with it.

#souryoong replies #jai <3 #gimmethatagustd

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gimmethatagustd · 2 months

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oxygen | jjk

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

○ Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Mafia, established relationship, angst, smut

○ 9 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Mafia)

○ Word Count: 2,053

○ Warnings: Organized crime, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, infidelity (MC's boyfriend is Yoongi *gasp*), MC is actually kind of sick in the head lowkey lmfaooo, marijuana (is it a jai fic if weed isn't at least mentioned?), casual conversation about being murdered, dom!reader, sub!Jungkook, gunplay, consensual sex while under the influence of alcohol, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm control, hair pulling, rough sex, pain kink

○Notes: I was never here. I repeat, I WAS NEVER HERE.

○ Post Date: February 13, 2024

○ Masterlist |

○ What was Jai listening to? Oxygen - Jackson Wang

“I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook tastes blood as he watches you stumble up the marble stairs, break-ankle stilettos grating into the stone like his molars grate against each other when he chews the inside of his cheek.

It takes three steps before you give up, bending to slip your finger under the thin black strap that hugs each ankle to keep the red bottoms in place. Off-balanced from holding your leather jacket balled up under one arm, you teeter on one foot, and Jungkook has to fight the urge to grab your waist.

Air rushes out of Jungkook’s nostrils, a scoff that mixes with the wind. It’s one of the last days of summer before autumn cuts the nights short and chills the air. If Jungkook could have his way, he would be sitting out on his balcony right now with a fat blunt and his phone on silent.

Instead, he’s dealing with you.

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fucking help me?” you snap, words slurring together when you pout through them.

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek where he’s bitten into the fleshy skin. The metallic flavor mixes oddly with the aftertaste of his half-smoked blunt from earlier.

“Thought you said you hate me,” Jungkook sucks his teeth, tattooed fingers squeezing your bicep to steady you while you unclasp your shoes.

“I do.”

“Hmm.” Jungkook exchanges a grip on your arm for the heels, black and deadly like the Glock clipped to his waist.

Your dress rides up far enough that your asscheeks are exposed when you bend down again, your skimpy black thong doing nothing to cover you. The sheer pair is one Yoongi bought you for Valentine’s Day last year. Yoongi hadn’t batted an eye when he dropped thousands of dollars on a lingerie set that he isn’t even patient enough to appreciate on your body before he rips it off.

Not Jungkook, though. Jungkook is patient.

“Carry me,” you whine, pushing up against Jungkook’s side, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging.

Jungkook knows not to look up at the columned overhang, but the many cameras lining the mansion's exterior weigh heavily on him as he helps you up the stairs to the front door.

“I can’t,” Jungkook grits his molars, jaw flexing beneath taunt skin, “And you know that.”

The keypad at the front door unlocks with Jungkook’s thumbprint. Inside, the foyer is dark. It’s nearly four in the morning, and the rest of the guards are either monitoring the cameras or asleep. They’re all lower-level and easily bend to Jungkook’s will, meaning none of them will rat you out for slipping off in the dead of night to go party with your friends despite being under strict orders not to leave the house until Yoongi returns from his business trip.

As second-in-command, Jungkook should be in Japan with Yoongi, handling what will likely be one of the largest arms deals in Bangtan’s history. But Yoongi is paranoid, and paranoid men don’t leave their girlfriends with just anyone. Especially when their girlfriends are trouble.

And you? You’re trouble in a tight little black dress, hips swaying as you walk with new purpose through the foyer, your leather jacket thrown on the floor for Jungkook to pick up as he trails behind you — always trailing, following just a half step behind you, only in front when he puts his life on the line over yours. And he does, has the scars on his body to prove it, scars you like to bite to remind him of everything he’s willing to lose for Yoongi. For you.

There are only three types of rooms in the house that don’t have cameras installed: bedrooms, bathrooms, and arms rooms. You like to have Jungkook fuck you in all of them.

Tonight, it’s one of the basement-level arms rooms, the one Yoongi likes to use for entertainment because there’s a full bar and a conference table typically littered with guns, drugs, and money.

And sometimes, if Yoongi is in a shitty mood, girls.

You don’t care what Yoongi does, though it wouldn’t matter even if you did. As Bangtan’s leader, there’s no room for criticism of the boss — unless someone wants to lose a limb or their life, and Yoongi is known to be trigger-happy.

You learned that from him.

Jungkook lets out a shuddered breath as you drag the muzzle of his gun from the middle of his sternum down his abdomen. The metal is cold, and you move slowly, taking your time over every hill and valley of his muscles, painting goosebumps across his skin until you reach the waistband of his underwear.

The chamber is empty, but it still makes Jungkook’s heart jump in his throat when you press the gun against his clothed cock.

“Yoongi is going to kill us one day,” you whisper, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a smile.

Jungkook leans back with his elbows against the table where you’ve sat him at one of the chairs. You’re in your heels again. Jungkook loves it when you stand over him, a powerful force far too often squandered by Yoongi’s overbearing leadership and desire to be the most feared person in the room. It’s one of Yoongi’s greatest mistakes.

You’re gorgeous, stripped down until all you’re wearing is another man’s Valentine’s Day gift, your own body a present Jungkook has the unholy pleasure of opening again and again — but only after you’ve opened him up, gutted him like a fish.

Or blown him open, a bullet bursting like shrapnel to cut him from the inside out. Jungkook would let you do it.

Jungkook stares up at you with innocent eyes that tell nothing of the secret horrors his hands have done, of the horrors he has endured and inflicted upon others. He stares up at you with innocent eyes and his lips wrapped around the muzzle of his gun that you hold with your finger on the trigger.

“Bang, bang,” you giggle as the gun clicks, and Jungkook lets you slide it further into his mouth, the tangy taste too similar to blood and nothing he hasn’t tasted before.

Maybe it’s fear that makes Jungkook crave you. Maybe Jungkook has a death wish. Maybe Jungkook likes the idea of you being his lifeline, the sole decider of whether he lives or dies. All it would take is one tiny confession twisted into a lie, and you could convince Yoongi that Jungkook came onto you and tried to seduce you.

Jungkook knows Yoongi would enjoy making him suffer if he thought Jungkook was treating you unkindly. Yoongi would enjoy violently murdering Jungkook even more if he knew just how good Jungkook treated you.

You don’t pull the gun back until Jungkook gags. Tears collect along his eyelashes, but he blinks them away as you toss his gun onto the table.

“You’d let him kill you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse from the gun, and it cracks when you sit on the table in front of him and spread your legs. “I would.”

“You’re fucking stupid.”

“So are you.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs as he watches you slip your thong down your legs. You drag his spit-slicked gun along your dripping pussy, parting your folds and getting the muzzle shiny with your arousal. When his eyes flit up to meet yours, you let out a broken moan, tongue slipping out to lick your bottom lip.

“Come here,” you beckon, the curl of your finger tugging Jungkook forward like a red string tied in a noose around his neck. He fits perfectly between your thighs, his clothed cock pressing against your exposed pussy.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook whispers against your lips. His body crowds yours, forcing you to tip your head back to look into his pretty doe eyes.

“Be a good boy and clean this up first,” you say as you hold up the gun in front of Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook doesn’t look away as he licks a stripe up the length of the gun’s muzzle, too turned on by how intensely you watch him lick and suck your juices off it. How eagerly he bends to your will is pathetic, but he doesn’t care.

When you toss his gun away to dig your nails in his hair and tug him into a bruising kiss, Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe.

You taste sweet, like whatever fruity cocktails you’d been drinking with your friends. Jungkook sucks your tongue, and he feels the vibration of your moans go straight to his leaking cock.

“Fuck me,” you moan with nails in his back, “And make it hurt.”

Jungkook helps you off the table to bend you over it. He may prefer sex that is slow and face-to-face, but Yoongi is coming home in a few hours, and sometimes, you like to punish yourself by denying yourself the sweet, sensual care that Jungkook prefers to give you. Sometimes you like it dirty and fast like this, Jungkook fucking into you with your wrists behind your back and your face pressed into the conference table’s cold, sleek surface.

You look forward to the tender bruise you’ll have on the apple of your cheek and against your hips from where Jungkook fucks you hard enough that you slam into the edge of the table. It’s a gamble, wondering if this will be the time Yoongi finally notices.

Sometimes Jungkook wonders if Yoongi already has noticed, and he’s just biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to kill you both.

“Fuck, jagi,” Jungkook moans. The table squeaks and grunts as the force of Jungkook fucking you pushes the table back and forth across the floor.

“Do I feel good, baby?” you gasp, twisting your hands in Jungkook’s so you can wrap your fingers around his wrist, too, to have something to hold onto.

“So good,” Jungkook whimpers, tightening his grip on your wrists. “Can I cum? Please?”

Your skin is probably chafing from how hard you’re being bounced against the table, but all you do is moan and clench around Jungkook’s cock, taunting him.

“Jagi, please,” Jungkook begs, hips faltering slightly. You’re so wet and creamy. There’s something about fucking you in the arms room that always makes you feel and sound better.

“You wanna cum? Baby boy wants to cum?”

“Wanna cum so bad, you feel so, fuck, so, so good.”

Jungkook lets go of your wrists to dig his fingers into your hips and pull you onto his cock with each thrust. You lift off the table slightly so he can wrap one arm around your waist and slip his fingers through your folds, playing with your clit as he fucks you. He knows he needs to make you cum first before you’ll let him.

"Just like that, you're doing so well," you pant, pussy clenching and pulsing around Jungkook's cock so hotly that he knows you're going to cum soon.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long. Jungkook has you so worked up that you cum once he pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers while you writhe and squirm on his cock, whimpering his name.

“Come on, baby,” you moan, “Cum for me, now.”

Tilting your head up, you let Jungkook kiss you. He squeezes his eyes shut as he cums inside you, mouth hanging open and completely useless to kiss, so you press light kisses along his sweaty throat instead.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers once his body has calmed down, gently easing out of you. His hands shake as he collapses into the chair and pulls you into his lap.

You kiss him properly this time, sliding your hands through his sweaty hair. He’s pussy-drunk, fucked dumb, nothing but static in his head as your lips glide with his. He could stay like this, pliant like clay in your hands, let you mold him into whatever you want him to be. Let you make or break him. Jungkook doesn’t care.

“Tell me you love me,” you demand, nails sharp against Jungkook’s scalp.

“Jagi,” Jungkook whimpers when you pull his hair, “I love you so much. I love you more than anything.”

“More than yourself?”

“More than myself.”

You hum into the next kiss, and Jungkook feels his body melt.

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories.

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