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who's your bias? | kth

Everyone says idols shouldn’t date their fans. Little did you know the crazy sasaengs aren't the ones who might ruin your relationship. It might just be your boyfriend's best friends.

» pairing: idol!taehyung x music producer girlfriend!reader

» wc/date: 12.6k | January 2023

» notes: this was entirely self-indulgent 😂 i hope my taehyung whores enjoy my first idol au oneshot. also i wrote 80% of this while i was high and with no beta so if it's bad, now you know why

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» what was jai listening to? impatient - jeremih ft. ty dolla $ign

“Y/N, stop it right now.”

Your boyfriend breathes the command faster than you can even open your mouth to greet him. With a roll of your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and sit it on the floor beside you. Rummaging through the cardboard boxes littering your apartment is easier done with both hands.

“Why hello, Taehyung. What a pleasure to hear from you.”

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” From the whine in his voice you’re positive he’s wearing a deep pout, bottom lip jutting out as far as it can. You love kissing his pouts away.

But not this time! And not just because you’re on opposite sides of the world.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s so late there and I’m sure you’re very tired from displaying your dick to all of America for three hours.”

The cardboard box in front of you has “BEDROOM” scribbled in your father’s handwriting on the side in thick, black Sharpie. It’s full of little trinkets and random decor. A Shooky plushie is crammed into the corner in between a cracked Army bomb and a small framed photo of you with your parents. You smile to yourself despite your boyfriend’s huffing over the phone. Your father had given you a strange look as he helped you pack the items as if to ask, Really? Do you really need these?

Just because you’re dating a member of BTS now doesn’t mean you can’t cherish your old BTS merch! It’s not weird, in your opinion. It would only be weird if you made it weird. And you weren’t making it weird.

“I did not display my dick!”

You roll your eyes for probably the fifth time while you ponder where to put Shooky. You'd kept it on your dresser in your old home in the States. Something tells you Taehyung won’t appreciate the lack of a Tata beside it.

“You were thrusting and throwing it around! And pointing at it while doing it, too!”

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Y/N me! I have my TikTok evidence!”

With your cracked Army bomb in hand, you open the app in question, scrolling through your favorited videos until you get to the one. The one uploaded only a day before. The one you’d texted to Taehyung which prompted his immediate phone call.

“And what does the caption say?” you ask but then cut Taehyung off before he can answer the question. “It says, and I quote, ‘I will never forget Taehyung doing this. I looped this for hours. Kim Taehyung lives in my head rent-free.’ Hashtag Taehyung. Hashtag HipsDon’tLie. With the woozy face emoji. And do we need to discuss the music choice?”

“Y/N, can you please-”

“Slut Me Out,” you deadpan in a monotone voice. “That is the song they chose for you.”

The other end is silent for so long you start to feel bad. Every time your jealousy spikes, you seem to act on impulse rather than thinking through how you might make Taehyung feel. Yes, he sometimes plays his part in the group a little too well, but you also knew that this was his job. It’s his job to make people get excited - excited for the music, the group, and himself as an idol.

Still, your opinion is the most important to him, and you know that.

“Jagiya…” Taehyung sniffles and you feel your heart shatter.

Fuck, you really are a bitch, aren’t you?

“Tae, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know, I didn’t really think anything of it. It’s just an act, y’know?”

You did know. Away from the stage and the cameras, Taehyung is quiet, almost shy. He’s happy to be a silent observer of whatever chaos his members create. He gifts everyone with puffy cheeks and boxy grins, sometimes a boisterous laugh that manages to make your heart soar every time. But the soft-spoken soul you listen to old school R&B with while you smoke strawberry swisher blunts on the balcony late into the night, and convince that yes, the apartment is soundly built and no, the balcony will not randomly fall out beneath you… That person is different from the person you see wearing a resting bitch face in interviews or the person who chews away at imaginary gum during concerts.

You find all versions of Taehyung endearing, although the fake gum chewing is kind of embarrassing if you wanted to be perfectly honest.

“I know, Tae. I’m sorry I’m being judgmental for no reason,” you insist and you hope he believes you. Complaints about his idol status typically resulted in red eyes and sniffles, yet sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing his pressure points despite his sensitivity.

Your apology puts Taehyung in a better mood because his following comment is cheekier than you expect.

“You get jealous a lot, jagi.” His smug tone is close to bringing back your irritation.

“I am not jealous of some fans in a stadium, thanks.”

“Good,” he says more cheerfully. “‘Cause I only have sights for you.”

That makes you laugh and you feel your earlier heaviness disappear. “You mean, you only have eyes for me?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

You shake your head as if Taehyung can see you. A few photo strips are beneath Shooky in the cardboard box. You silently curse your father (respectfully and endearingly) for casually placing something so fragile in the bottom of a box. The photos are of you and Taehyung in a photo booth at a birthday party for an idol you didn’t know. An actor, you think. You thumb at one of the corners of the photo strip that has curled inward. Taehyung’s hair was straight then, and short, falling just above his ears. You much prefer the thick waves he wears now.

“You’re so cute.”

“Only for you.”

“Oh shut up, now you’re being corny.”

You’re not sure why, but you try to suppress the smile Taehyung’s light flirting coaxes out of you, even though he can’t see you. Accepting his teasing affection has always been hard for you. All the boys are too caring; it makes you uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. You’re just not used to men acting like that. They’re all very different from the men you’ve been around growing up. There’s a reason Taehyung can’t listen to you talk about your ex-boyfriends without getting pissed.

“Mmm, maybe. I’m also sleepy,” Taehyung slurs. His voice is so soft you almost can’t hear him, so you lift your phone to your ear rather than use the speaker setting. The smoothness feels like a lullaby gentle enough to carry you to sleep, even though it’s still daylight in Seoul.

“Goodnight, Kim.” You decide for him, knowing he would stay on the phone if you let him.

Confirming your thoughts, Taehyung grumbles when he speaks next. “I love you, jagi.”

“I love you, too.” People always talk about the “honeymoon phase” when the butterflies disappear and couples no longer feel the exciting draw toward each other anymore. It’s been less than a year since you started dating Taehyung, but you’re confident that your heart will always flutter when you hear those three words so confidently spoken. Taehyung had been the first to say it; something about that makes you even more sure of your relationship.

“Can’t wait to see you soon so I can slut you out.”

“... please go to bed and never say that ever again.”

In the distance, you hear someone start yelling. The noise is accompanied by a rather aggressive ruffling sound, as though Taehyung’s phone is being rubbed against fabric.

“Are you two having phone sex?” The second voice accuses, this time sounding much clearer.

“Hyung, leave me alone,” Taehyung whines. “Y/N, tell him to go away.”

You let out a long sigh, but the grin finally cuts through the hardened expression you try to maintain. “Goodnight, Jimin.”

It sounds like the two boys start physically fighting each other before Taehyung lets out a breathy, “Goodnight, baby,” accompanied by Jimin screeching something you can’t understand before the call ends.

With a shake of your head, you leave your phone on the floor and get up to position Shooky and your Army bomb on your dresser. You’ll figure out what to do with it later, you decide.

Later ends up being three more days of you giving a half-assed attempt to sort through the boxes. Your bedroom is mostly organized by the end of the week with only one more box remaining, shoved into the corner of the room. It’s a bunch of family keepsakes that will make you cry if you start looking at them.

Right now you want to make a beeline to the kitchen.

It’s hard not to trip over all the boxes that litter your apartment, most of them already torn open and half-empty. The kitchen hasn’t been fully unpacked, either, so you opt for instant ramen in the microwave rather than dig for utensils to cook a proper meal. It’s pretty bad. You and Taehyung are a terrible match; you both have no idea how to cook. There’s no point in all the fancy kitchenware your parents bought you. You’ll never master any of it. It’s not because you don’t put in any effort, like Taehyung. You’re genuinely shit at cooking.

And baking? That’s even worse.

You stand in the middle of your living room while you shovel ramen in your mouth. It’s too hot, so you inhale loudly through your teeth to cool the food off before it scorches your throat. There’s so much you need to do, and it’s making you nauseous thinking about it. Somewhere in the mix of boxes are your Hangeul textbooks that you should be studying in your free time instead of playing video games and video chatting with your friends. It’s only been a week and a half, but you already feel lonely without the constant presence of your friends and family. The boys have been on tour the entire time. Namjoon decided you moving to Seoul while they’re on tour would make your arrival less suspicious, and everyone would be more focused on the tour than whatever an unknown American music producer is doing.

In your opinion, Namjoon was overthinking the whole thing as he is wont to do. But you let him be bossy because you know his heart is in the right place. It’s not like the public knows you’re dating Taehyung. There hasn’t been any press or rumors about you at all. You’re genuinely unknown.

You prefer it that way.

Your fork scrapes the bottom of the bowl and you realize you’ve scarfed down the ramen without much thought. You suppose it’s easier to do that when you aren’t using chopsticks. (You’ve managed to master them, for the most part, but you prefer to fall back on forks when you’re alone at home.)

You place the bowl on top of the large cardboard box in front of the couch. It has the pieces for your coffee table inside, but you haven’t had the energy to put it together yet. The part of you that allows your feminism to leave your body whenever the boys are around is kind of hoping you can get one of them to build it for you. Maybe Yoongi. He’s into that kind of stuff.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch and slip your phone out of your back pocket. A few Whatsapp and KakaoTalk notifications light up the screen. You used to be terrible at responding to texts, but moving halfway across the world has made you a better texter. It’s a way to fill the loneliness.

[Alex] hey bitch

[Alex] this 15 hour time difference sucks ass

[You] I’m sorry

[Alex] its fine. i’ll forgive you for chasing money and dick

[You] I’m not chasing dick omg

[Alex] dont lie

[Alex] whats that tiffany pollard meme

[You] Stop

[Alex] i know his dick is big. i know it! i know it’s big!

[You] I hate you

[Alex] you didnt deny it. anywayyy did you see this?

As much as you adore Alex, she’s an expert at getting under your skin. You remind yourself that it’s all harmless as you click on the link she texts you.

BTS' V woos fans with his casual rockstar visuals on his return from world tour

Kim Taehyung, also known professionally as V of BTS, was spotted at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Friday. The singer is reportedly returning early to South Korea ahead of his band members after completing the final performance of their…

You don’t know why you read the shitty k-pop tabloids. You figure it’s the same reason why people make a hobby out of watching bad movies. There’s a weird itch in the back of your brain that can’t be scratched unless you open the link Alex texts you— teasingly, of course, because she thinks she’s being funny. Your friends don’t understand the nauseous feeling you get when you scroll through the article and accidentally click on a link that takes you to an external website flaunting doctored photos of your boyfriend with Jennie Kim.

BTS’ V and BLACKPINK’s Jennie Spend Romantic Weekend in Paris

You know it’s a lie because the weekend in question was the same weekend Taehyung flew you to Seoul to do a final walkthrough of your apartment before you signed off on it. Taehyung spent every second of that weekend by your side.

The article makes you sick anyway.

You’re so caught up in trying to craft a text to Alex to explain why she needs to leave you the fuck alone that you don’t hear the sound of your apartment’s front door open over the music you’re listening to.

“I’m gone for a few months and I come home to you listening to some other band?”

“Holy shit, Tae, you can’t do that to me,” you yelp when Taehyung leans over the back of the couch to hover over your shoulder.

“Explain yourself.” His voice is warm honey and milk even when his strong eyebrows point downward in mock disappointment. The expression is almost convincing, his naturally sharp features making conjuring up a dark appearance easier.

“You can’t tell me Stray Kids’ new album isn’t good.”

“Jagiya, I just got home,” Taehyung whines. “Kiss me and stop thirsting over Australian boys.”

He touches your chin to tip your head backward. You lean your head against the back of the couch and look up at him. The position makes you think of the iconic Spiderman kiss, seeing Taehyung’s face upside down above yours.

“Y’know, I worked on a few of their songs. Before I met you.”

The confession is meant to tease him for making fun of your music choice. Of course, words’ impact often diverges from intent. It’s in the twist of his face and the way he pulls back slightly just before his lips brush against yours that you know you’ve made him jealous.

“Oh did you?” His hair hangs around his face as he leans over you.

“Mhm, Bang Chan’s accent is really cu—”

You shouldn’t be shocked when strong hands squeeze your waist and Taehyung hauls you off the couch to stand in front of him. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his chest.

“You didn’t work with any other groups before us, okay?”

You purse your lips to hold in the laughter that threatens to explode from your chest. All you can do is nod in agreement. It reminds you of girls getting upset when they remember their boyfriends dated other people before them.

“Good.”

Taehyung dips his head down to connect his lips with yours. The closeness of his body forces you to inhale his cologne and feel goosebumps travel down your arms. It’s been months since you’ve so much as held Taehyung’s hand and you feel like you’ve been starved. Your body trembles so severely that you dig your nails into his biceps to hold yourself upright. You moan into his mouth, already open and ready for you because Taehyung is nothing but giving.

The kiss isn’t bruising, not yet. It’s slow and deep. Taehyung takes his time reminding himself of your taste. You grip the nape of his neck to pull him down as you meet him by standing on your tiptoes. His height has always been one of your favorite aspects of his physical appearance. Dark, watchful eyes that pierce into your soul might be at the top of the list.

His tongue swirls around yours, only retreating to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth graze along the plump skin, each nibble making you dizzy in the head. You normally hate wet kisses, but there’s something satisfying about seeing Taehyung’s lips pink and shiny with your spit when he finally pulls away. Pride thrums in your chest; you did that. You made his tan skin flush pink. You made his eyes dark and sharp. You made his breathing ragged and desperate.

And, fuck, does it feel good.

You run your fingers along his sharp jawline and watch the muscles flex beneath his taunt skin. “Don’t clench your jaw like that. It’s not good for you,” you muse, allowing your fingers to skim over his Adam’s apple.

“I’m trying to stay calm.”

Your eyebrows fly up with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Wanna bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk,” Taehyung says with such a gentle tone that the stark difference between what he says and how he says it has your body trembling once again.

You inhale sharply and let your hand fall from his throat. Instead, you reach for the lapels of his leather jacket and squeeze them.

“Why don’t you?”

You can’t look at him when you ask. Even though you’ve been dating for almost a year, Taehyung still intimidates the hell out of you sometimes. The darkness of his eyes when he gets horny sends you reeling. You’re sure if you look up, you’ll see The Look. He stares at you unabashedly with an expression of desire so strong you feel like he might consume you just by looking at you.

“You haven’t eaten yet and I need to take a shower.”

“How do you know I haven’t eaten yet?” With a pout, you finally dare to look your boyfriend in the face. The way he gapes at you is judgmental and doesn’t make you feel devour-worthy at all.

“I know you,” he scoffs. “You’re just like Jimin. I bet you haven’t even been awake more than two hours.”

Barely a year into your relationship and he’s already reading you like an open book. You can’t stay salty about it when his bread cheeks come out and he’s giggling at the frustrated “hmph” you let out.

“I’ll be fast,” he promises with a smirk that collapses into another fit of giggles. The hearty slap on your ass encourages you toward the kitchen while Taehyung makes his way to the bathroom.

You did already eat, but today is an outlier. Normally, you are like Jimin, staying up too late and sleeping in longer than everyone else. And sometimes you’re like Yoongi, too. You get so caught up in the songs you’re working on that you forget to stop to eat or pee or look somewhere other than at a computer screen.

The move to Seoul threw you off your usual work schedule. Everything you need to get done is looming over your head like a dark cloud. If Namjoon comes back before you finish editing the English lyrics of his upcoming single, you might die of embarrassment, no matter how many times Taehyung insists that Namjoon won’t be disappointed.

Taehyung wasn’t lying about being quick. He’s wearing a white cotton t-shirt and grey sweatpants when he returns, hair damp and swept away from his face. You’re still standing at the fridge, painfully aware of how little food you have. Plenty of grapefruit soju, though. Priorities.

“Do you want ramen?” You eventually ask. When Taehyung doesn’t respond, you turn to give him a sheepish smile. He probably thinks you’re ridiculous.

Taehyung is sitting at the kitchen table with your phone in his hands. His eyebrows scrunch together and he turns to you with narrowed eyes.

“Why were you looking at this?”

He lifts your phone in your direction. The doctored photos of him and Jennie glare back at you. You feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach.

“Tae, I didn’t—” You snap your mouth shut because, honestly, it looks bad. It looks bad no matter how you explain yourself because Taehyung’s bottom lip is already quivering and you know you’re both replaying the stupid TikTok phone call in your heads right now.

The two of you stare at each other for only god knows how long. You’re the first to break; not many people can hold their own in a staring contest with Kim Taehyung. Yoongi is probably the only one. Jungkook would give a valiant effort, but he’d ultimately crumble in a fit of nervous giggles. Taehyung is scary when he wants to be.

Dating Taehyung started as an unbelievably exciting experience. You had your brush with fame before meeting the boys, but Taehyung was the first idol to give you genuine attention beyond whatever job needed to be done. Not that you’d ever sought it out; you had more dignity than that. No, Taehyung pursued you. Who could blame you when you fell head over heels for the sinfully gorgeous man who seemed larger than life? The long legs, big hands, and chiseled features were dangerous enough. Throw in a glowing personality, quirky sense of humor, and a big-hearted desire to care for others and you had a man who was too good to be true.

And who are you? Some dumb American kid with average looks, a standoff personality as a result of having a bit of social anxiety (and trouble acclimating to a new country), and a penchant for fucking things up. Maybe it was your fault for not seriously considering how hard it was going to be to date an idol.

“C’mere, jagi,” Taehyung murmurs, beckoning you.

You expected waterworks— hell, you’re ready to start crying yourself. Instead, Taehyung wears a tired but soft smile. He holds your waist as you climb into his lap, straddling him. He wiggles a little in the chair to adjust you more comfortably on his thighs.

“Koreaboo, really?” He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs running across your cheeks. His hands are soft and you regret not washing your face when you woke up. Sometimes it’s not fun to date someone as beautiful as Taehyung.

“It was an accident.”

You avoid his gaze, but Taehyung coaxes you back to look him in the eyes. It’s hard. There’s so much passion swimming in them. He blinks up at you with an earnestness that makes your heart ache because you’re always the one causing problems.

“They could have at least used better pictures of me,” he complains with an exaggerated pout.

“Maybe I’ll send them some from my private collection.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Taehyung grins as he threatens you, so you grin back.

“Oh, I dare.”

Quick fingers dig into your sides and you let out an embarrassing squeal. Taehyung doesn’t let up on tickling you until you’ve got tears in your eyes and your threats to elbow him in the face start sounding a bit too real.

“Please don’t torture yourself with shit like that, okay?” He mumbles the request into your neck because your arms are thrown around his shoulders.

You slide your fingers into his hair to cradle his head against your chest. When you dig your nails into his scalp he lets out a low groan. Nothing about the position you’re in is sexual, but you’re quickly reminded that this is the most skin-on-skin contact you’ve had with your boyfriend in months. With that fact in mind, you don’t feel bad when you scoot further into his lap and squeeze his thighs with your own.

“Tae?”

“Hmm?” When he tilts his head back to look up at you, he’s got that spacey, blissed-out look on his face.

“Tell me you love me.” You place your finger against the little freckle on the tip of his nose.

The slow, boxy grin is almost better than hearing the words. Your finger migrates to touch the freckle on his lip.

“I love you with all my heart.” He punctuates the confession with a kiss on the tip of your finger. “Your turn.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s the reaction he’s looking for.

“I love you, too. You dork.”

“So romantic,” he laughs, but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he watches you with lust darker than what consumed his expression earlier.

You sit with your breath burning in your lungs as Taehyung slips his hands beneath your baggy t-shirt. His smooth palms slide up your rib cage until he reaches your tits, palming one in each hand. The tilt of his chin tells you he wants another kiss, and who are you to deny him what he wants? You dig your nails in his hair harder while you kiss him, tugging to angle his head in the direction you want. Small moments like this give the appearance that you’re in control. And Taehyung loves domming while you both pretend you’re the one in charge.

He pulls back with a wet smack. If it was anyone else, you’d be ashamed of the whimper that sounds from your throat as Taehyung removes his hands from your shirt. You grip his hair tighter, but Taehyung just chuckles.

“So needy. What am I going to do with you?”

You could give him a couple of ideas. There isn’t time, though. Taehyung is already grasping your chin and tilting it down.

“Open up for me, okay?”

Your cheeks grow hot as you open your mouth. You already know where this is going, so you stick out your tongue. Still, it’s difficult not to squirm when Taehyung presses his index and middle fingers flat against the wet muscle.

“Suck.”

You swallow around his fingers, sucking as best you can as he begins to thrust them into your mouth. It’s vulgar, the wet suctioning sound of his fingers dragging against your tongue. In and out, a steady pace that doesn’t go too fast. Taehyung has such long, gorgeous fingers. You quite enjoy when he wrecks your insides with them until you’re on the brink of tears. Which you’ve come to find is something Taehyung thoroughly enjoys doing.

“You miss having your pretty mouth stuffed?”

You know any attempt at a spoken response will come out as a garbled mess. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. You push your tongue in between his fingers and curl around them.

“Gonna suck my cock like this, jagi?” He purrs the question, ending it so breathy it’s almost a moan as he eases over the term of endearment. “Show me how much you miss me, hm?”

Maybe it’s the deep, sensual way he purrs jagi with heavy eyelids and that crooked smirk on his face. Maybe it’s because he bites his lip when he says it or that he lets his lip go with such slowness that you can see the way his teeth scrape across his plump bottom lip as it falls back into place. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s shoving his fingers just a bit deeper into your mouth. Maybe it’s all of these things that make you shift so that you can press your clothed pussy against Taehyung’s thigh.

He flexes the muscle as you start rutting against it, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers gliding in and out of your mouth.

“Look at you.” His lips brush against the curve of your ear, sending a shiver down your back. “So desperate for me that you’re going to get off on only my thighs?”

You’re not the type to be able to orgasm just from rutting and friction like this, but Taehyung has managed to learn your body faster than you ever expected. He slips his free hand beneath the waistband of your leggings and underwear. It’s the quick circling of his thumb against your throbbing clit combined with the rutting of your hips that sends you over the edge.

“That’s it, baby, you did so well,” Taehyung whispers praise against the skin his lips have access to on your collarbones as you shudder in his lap. “Love seeing you cum, fuck, doing this shit over KakaoTalk fucking sucked.”

Taehyung finally removes his fingers from your mouth when you stop moving. Seeing the string of spit that connects his fingers to your lips makes you feel weak, but you’re riding the high of his praise and skillful fingers, so you don’t care.

He wipes your spit onto his sweatpants and gently holds your chin with his other hand. He gives you a soft smile and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. You can taste yourself when you flick your tongue over the trail his thumb left.

“I missed you so much,” he admits with a gentle kiss on your lips. “And not just because of this. I missed all of you, everything about you, just being with you.”

“I missed you, too.”

It’s meant to be a confirmation of your mutual love, but it comes out like a whine. You know Taehyung doesn’t mind from the way his eyes zero in on your tongue running along your bottom lip. You don’t have to say anything more for him to know what you want. He nods once and you’re almost immediately on your knees between his legs.

“Fuck.” He leans back in the chair and lifts his hips so you can tug his sweatpants down his thighs. “Gonna be good for me, baby?”

You quickly nod your head, though you’re focused on gently taking Taehyung’s cock in your hand. Alex isn’t wrong. Taehyung’s dick is big, but that doesn’t mean you have to go around talking about it. That’s for you to know and for others to wonder about.

You had to sign an NDA before you were allowed to see it, anyway, but you’d keep your mouth shut even if no legal action would be taken against you for gossiping.

“Kiss it first.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His eyelids droop lower when you plant a puckered, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock. You press the tip of your tongue against the slit to lick at the precum already leaking from him. The buck of his hips isn’t unexpected, but you feel like you need to remember how to do all of this after being away from him for so long. Not to mention how tired your jaw is about to be.

Taehyung seems to sense your hesitation because he allows his body to go slack beneath you. The hand that has reached down to dig into your scalp doesn’t let up, but he doesn’t push your head down like he normally would when you finally slide his cock down your throat.

He doesn’t buck his hips again, even when you drool so much that the inside of his thighs become just as wet as yours. You squeeze the base of his cock, twisting your wrist to the rhythm you’ve established when you can’t take all of him into your mouth.

You reach down to gently roll his balls with your free hand. His cock twitches against your flattened tongue and you hum with satisfaction.

“God, your fucking mouth–”

You make eye contact with Taehyung as your hand ventures lower. There’s nothing more beautiful than the way his face crumples with pleasure when you massage his perineum.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he whines.

You ease up slightly but still suckle on the head of his cock for longer than Taehyung wants. Why not have a little fun? All you’ll end up doing is riling him up even more, and that can only be a good thing for you.

Taehyung digs his fingers into your hair and yanks you up. It stings, but the pain might as well be white-hot pleasure once Taehyung is praising you with a gravelly voice.

“You’re too fucking good at that.”

You don’t even like sucking dick, but you’d do it all day, every day if Taehyung asked you to. But since he made you stop, you have other priorities to take care of, like the fact that there are way too many layers of clothes separating you from your boyfriend. While you were on your knees for him, Taehyung removed his shirt. The white cotton is discarded on the floor beside the chair and his half-dry hair is tousled around his head in a messiness only he could successfully pull off.

After wiggling out of your leggings and underwear, you climb back onto Taehyung’s lap. His broad chest shudders beneath your touch as you run your hands down to meet his soft tummy. His responsiveness strokes the ego you didn’t realize you have.

“Y’know, you never gave me the chance to ask you how travel went.”

“Seriously?” He knows you’re teasing, but you like the mock-irritated tone of his voice. It makes his chest rumble.

You use your grip on him to stabilize yourself as you grind into his lap. You scrape your nails at the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. Taehyung moans into your mouth, low and throaty, when his cock glides through your wet folds as you roll your hips. He lets you pull his hair, head falling back to expose the smooth plane of his throat. Your lips leave his to latch onto his throat instead. The kisses you give him are slippery and biting and hot.

“No hickeys, Y/N.”

Taehyung’s scolding is deep and sharp; you both know he’s not fucking around. It’s a command he has had to throw your way more than once. The idea of marking him up is just so appetizing, but you know you can’t. Sure, makeup can make just about anything disappear, but it’s annoying to deal with and Taehyung isn’t particularly a fan of the side looks the makeup artists give each other when they see dark bruises littering his neck and collarbones.

Maybe you’ll give him just a tiny one and suffer the consequences later.

You cling onto him tighter when you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. Spreading your thighs as wide as you can without throwing off your balance on the chair, you roll your hips into Taehyung’s hand to take his fingers deeper.

“Please,” you moan against his neck. You can smell your shampoo and body wash on him. Something about him smelling like you makes you feel overwhelmingly possessive. He’s yours. Kim Taehyung is yours.

He turns his head to the side to capture your lips with his own as he snakes his arm around your waist. The position allows him to pull you tightly against his chest. He holds you in place as he starts thrusting his fingers into your pussy just as he had thrust them into your mouth.

Taehyung grunts as he keeps his legs spread in the chair, which in turn forces your thighs open when you try to squeeze them closed around his hand.

“Stay still.”

“Can’t.” You shake your head and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging the strands harder.

It’s too much; Taehyung lights a fire against every inch of your body each time he touches you. If he was anyone else, you’d be singed, but Taehyung takes such good care of you. You’re not singed. You’re ignited.

“You have no fucking idea,” Taehyung takes a deep breath, “No fucking idea how badly I’ve been craving you.” He warms you up with each thrust of his fingers, adding a third until you’re clawing at his shoulders.

“So, ahh fuck, fuck me,” you gasp, your mouth hot against the corner of his jaw. Your teeth scrape against his skin and he merely lets his head fall back to give you more.

“No please?”

You bite his cheek in defiance and get a slap to the ass that only makes you want to bite him more.

“Don’t be mean to me,” you whimper.

Taehyung’s steady rhythm against your front wall has your orgasm burning so hotly in your core that you feel like you’re going to cum if he even so much as turns his head to look at you one more time.

Your thighs are already sore by the time Taehyung removes his fingers from your pussy. He uses your sticky arousal as lube to stroke his cock and you don’t want to think about how excited you are about this.

“Hurry up.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows at you just as he grips the inside of your thigh with one hand. The other he uses to line his cock with your body. You can feel the head press against your entrance, and you try to push your body down to swallow him whole, but Taehyung holds you up to stop you.

“Impatient cockslut, aren’t you?” Taehyung chides.

His previously spacey look is sharpened by the sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Your body tenses when he spits the insult at you, and he knows it’s making your clit throb even harder.

“Tae.” You bite your lip because you’re close to begging at this point.

Luckily, you don’t have to. Taehyung presses down your hip and you quickly take the lead, easing yourself onto his cock until you’re fully seated on his firm thighs.

Your body burns from the stretch it has to make to accommodate him, but you knew it would. Even when you’re fully adjusted to him, there’s always a bit of a stretch. He also knows he has to let you ease into it to avoid slamming himself straight into your cervix. The first time it had happened, Taehyung genuinely thought he’d broken you. You kind of thought so, too, if you were going to be perfectly honest. The struggle of having a big-dicked boyfriend.

“Okay?” He’s watching you with those lustful, dark eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum because you’re afraid of the way your voice will quiver if you try to say real words.

You’re so full, it’s a bit overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. You missed Taehyung a lot, but holding onto each other in such an intimate position is making you realize just how lonely you were without him.

“I’m gonna move, okay?”

He waits until you silently nod your head before he adjusts in the chair, scooting down slightly to spread his legs better. You allow him to adjust your legs, bending them at the knee and hooking them over the arms of the chair. With a tight grip on your ass, Taehyung pulls you down onto his cock at the same time he thrusts up into you.

The pace Taehyung sets is desperate, but you don’t care. Your second orgasm is approaching at an alarming speed. It feels like it’s taking all of your energy to simply stay grounded with reality as Taehyung squeezes you and your hips crash into each other. You don’t even try to do anything, just let him take over your body as he pounds into you. For the most part, you’re a pillow princess and you both know it. Besides, how can you possibly keep up with someone so athletic? Taehyung’s stamina is ridiculous. Neither of you has an overstimulation kink, but Taehyung’s ability to just go and go and go might as well have given you one. None of this has ever bothered Taehyung, though. He likes giving more than receiving.

“Oh fuck.” Taehyung nips at the base of your neck when you clench around his cock just to feel him shiver.

There aren’t any rules about him marking you up. The petty side of him likes when you wear the dark bruises in the open, with no makeup or clothing to hide them. It’s a satisfying game he likes to play. He likes that everyone knows you’re getting dicked down and, therefore, are taken.

You like the secret satisfaction of knowing it’s Kim Taehyung who gives you those marks, and no one even knows.

What you don’t like is thinking about all the other people Taehyung may have enjoyed giving marks to.

It’s hard not to let your mind wander. Taehyung has never talked to you about his previous relationships, and there’s no way for you to know about them if he doesn’t tell you. The media can’t be trusted to accurately report idols’ love lives; today has been a perfect example of that. You’re stuck with only your imagination to make up all kinds of scenarios. Maybe Taehyung has been with other k-pop idols, or models, or actresses - people with more money, who are prettier and more sophisticated than you. Hell, you’ve never even asked him about his sexuality. What if he really has been fucking Jungkook! What if they’re in love and you’re just something temporary?

“I was made for you, jagi. You know that?” Taehyung’s breath is hot against your skin. His words are gentle, but the power with which he thrusts up into you is bruising. “Made for you.”

It’s as if he can read your mind, as if he can somehow sense the insecurities threatening to pull you out of the moment. As always, Taehyung manages to bring you back to the present.

Fuck, sometimes you wish he wouldn’t do shit like this to you. You’re already pathetically in love with him. You can’t imagine what more could come next, yet you feel yourself practically bursting from the seams with love.

Your moans fall in line with the sound of the chair scraping the floor and your skin slapping against Taehyung’s with every thrust. When your mouth falls open, Taehyung presses his thumb against your tongue. With eyes fluttering closed, you suck on his thumb and try to hold on as your body rocks up and down.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, god, Taehyung.”

“Yeah, jagi?” Taehyung pulls down on the corner of your mouth until his thumb is dragging spit across your cheek. “Tell me.”

His voice is so soothing it makes you want to cry. It’s unfair.

“You feel so fucking—“

It’s the slick pressure of his thumb massaging your clit that finally has you arching your back with a scream of Taehyung’s name. You’re so loud that you worry your neighbors heard you. There are plenty of people named Taehyung in the world, though, right? He could be any Taehyung.

If you ask Taehyung later, he’ll probably say he can’t even remember his own name because of how tightly you clench around his cock when you cum. The feeling is so overwhelming that you think you might pass out from holding your breath. You gasp, inhaling more air than you exhale, but Taehyung keeps going. Every subsequent thrust knocks the air out of you until you have the opposite problem and now you can’t keep any air in.

“I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead, baby. Cum inside me.”

Taehyung whimpers into the crook of your neck as he cums, the suggestiveness of your permission not lost on either of you. You’re on birth control and Taehyung knows a kid would probably ruin his career. So it doesn’t actually mean anything when you tell him he can stay inside; you’re not getting pregnant any time soon. Still, he gets off on coming inside of you, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

“I was going to make a joke that I should go on tour more often if that means I’ll cum that hard again, but I think I don’t want to go on tour ever again,” Taehyung admits with a shaky laugh.

Just the idea of Taehyung leaving you for months on end again makes your stomach twist. He brings so much life to everywhere he goes, and you felt like much of that life left you when he did. Even if it was only temporary.

Taehyung holds you until his cock is no longer twitching inside of you. Once his arms finally fall to his side, you try to untangle yourself from the chair as his body, but your limbs might as well belong to someone else.

“Help,” you squeak hoarsely. You feel like covering your face when Taehyung laughs.

Taehyung helps you out of his lap, though you both are so wobbly on your feet that you hold onto the edge of the kitchen table when you stand. Taehyung looks wrecked, and you feel wrecked. You’re not sure your knees will ever work properly again.

“Why are we still listening to Stray Kids?” Taehyung grumbles when he realizes the speakers are still playing in the background.

“It’s a good album.”

“We should be fucking to my songs.” Taehyung pauses for a moment, thinking.“‘Christmas Tree’ is a fuckable song, right?”

“You’re joking.”

Taehyung shakes his head and reaches for your phone. His face is programmed to unlock your phone, just like your face unlocks his phone. You don’t understand how he can stand butt naked in the kitchen, cum all over his thighs, and search for the jazz playlist he made on your Spotify account.

(“Jazz Hands, Y/N. It’s a vibe.”)

Once his playlist has replaced Stray Kids, Taehyung wraps you up in a giant bear hug that lifts you off your feet. The hug nearly knocks the air out of you.

“Can’t believe you made me dirty after I just showered.” You can’t see his pout, but you can hear it.

“You’re the one who started this.”

Taehyung scoffs. He starts walking down the hallway, practically dragging you in his arms as he goes. Your toes barely reach the ground, but you’re more content to let your body fall slack and make him do all the work.

He kicks open the bathroom door and sits you down on the counter.

“No, you did this. You looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, ‘Tae’.” He tries to mimic your voice by moaning his name. “I’m a weak, weak man. You influenced me. I just wanted you to eat.”

“Well, I did eat.”

Taehyung presses his lips together. “Don’t say it.”

“I’m gonna say it.” You lean forward on the edge of the counter, trying to get in Taehyung’s space, but he’s ignoring you as he prepares the shower.

“Y/N.”

“I ate…”

“Stop.”

“Deez nuts.”

Taehyung drags his hands down his face, leaving his skin red. His reaction makes you giggle.

“Technically you only played with deez nuts. Your mouth, sadly, did not ever come near my—” He tries to correct you, but you’re already throwing a scrunchie at his face.

“You’re ruining the joke!”

“It’s a bad joke!”

Maybe your sense of humor is way better than his, but as you suffer another Taehyung tickle attack, you can’t help but feel ridiculous for how you’d behaved earlier. How can he look at you with sparkling eyes and a boxy smile that makes him laugh with his teeth, hand coming up to cover his face when you give him your poutiest of pouts— how can you see such genuine kindness and think Taehyung would ever do anything to jeopardize what you have?

“Wassup motherfuckers!”

You raise your eyebrows at Namjoon and tap the end of your chewed pen against your computer screen. Biting pens isn’t sanitary or cute but you do it anyway. The man’s eyes aren’t on your pen cap, though. He’s staring a hole into the podcast you pulled up because you know he doesn’t want to look at you.

“Namjoon, why did you start the episode like that? This is not your Automatic Dick era,” you say with a deep sigh.

“Beoryeo.”

“Excuse me?”

“The song. It’s called ‘Throw Away’, not… Automatic… Dick…” His correction dies on his tongue when he sees the exasperated look on your face.

“That is not the point.” You shake your head and exit the website. You’re not in charge of PR. That’s someone else’s problem.

Your attention turns to the newest draft of the song you’ve been stressing out about since you arrived in Seoul.

“This, though? This is fucking beautiful.” You adjust your laptop on the coffee table so Namjoon can better view the document. The two of you are at the dorm, lounging in the living room.

There are a lot of highlighted lines and many comments throughout the document. You wish you were like the members who scribbled their lyrics in cute leather journals, but your brain is too much of a disaster and broken by technology. If you don’t have your laptop, you can't write lyrics for shit.

“How are you so eloquent in Korean, but in English, you’re so…” You wave your hands around like you’re rifling through the air for the rest of your sentence.

“Casual?”

“Yes.” Sure, we’ll go with that, Joonie.

“Well, that’s why I’ve got you!”

At least he thinks you’re eloquent. The boys probably think you’re spending all your time in your office easily pulling masterpieces out of your ass when in reality you’re Googling, “what's the word for when you can't remember a word?”

It’s lethologica, by the way.

You love Namjoon, but sometimes you think he has too much faith in you. Writing songs is hard. He of all people would know that. The difference between you and Namjoon is that when Namjoon struggles with writing he gets all emo, buys a bunch of weird furniture, and flies to another country to look at foreign art. When you struggle with writing, you just go home and play video games with Taehyung until you’re ready to try again.

You’re both practicing avoidance, but Namjoon’s method just looks a little more dramatic than yours. Despite his assumptions, that doesn’t mean you’re better at handling yourself. You just do things differently.

“We’re so lucky to have Jagi PD!”

Namjoon groans and covers his head with the hood of his hoodie as Jungkook flies into the living room.

Strong hands cup your armpits to lift you off of the couch. While Jungkook is crushing every bone in your body as he hugs you, all you can think about is how you were kind of a little bit sweaty, and now Jungkook has his hands all in your armpits.

“Jungkookie, don’t pick people up without their consent.”

Hobi enters the room behind the younger man and gives him a stern look which makes Jungkook immediately put you down on your feet.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook says with a pout and galaxies in his eyes. You give his shoulder a playful smack. His baggy black t-shirt sticks to his skin, and you’re less worried about being sweaty. Jungkook is soaked.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. I’m tough.” You flex your nonexistent muscles to make the precious maknae laugh his pout away.

“You should come train with us, Jagi.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon exclaims from where he still sits on the couch.

He turns to his friend with wide eyes. “What?”

“Stop calling Y/N ‘jagi’. Taehyung is going to kill you.” This time Jimin pipes up.

You hadn’t realized he’d entered the room, too. The three newcomers are varying degrees of sweaty with pink cheeks and wearing workout clothes. You suppose they’ve just come back from working out or perhaps a dance practice. They’ve all been back from tour for a few weeks now, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned about the Bangtan Boys it’s that they never fucking rest.

It’s exhausting just to think about it.

“It’s okay,” you say with a shrug. “I think ‘Jagi PD’ is pretty fucking funny, to be honest.”

The nickname Jungkook created for you is cute in your opinion. You are a music producer. Jagi PD is better than using your last name. It could be like your stage name. Maybe you can get Namjoon to credit you as Jagi PD under the songs you write. Using your first and last name seems lame when it’s paired with fun names like SUGA, RM, j-hope, and Slow Rabbit.

“Pretty fucking funny,” Jungkook repeats. He gives the other men a triumphant look before launching himself onto the couch with Jimin.

Hobi chooses to sit on the couch on the opposite side of the room with Namjoon. From the way Namjoon has nestled back into his seat, it’s clear that his song will have to wait. It’s for the best. You’re not thinking about music anymore.

You can’t blame Jungkook for interrupting your work, but the true source of distraction saunters into the room with his arms full of grocery bags.

“Hey, jagiya,” Taehyung greets you sweetly with a kiss on your forehead as he walks through the living room to get to the kitchen. The final two men, Jin and Yoongi, trail behind Taehyung with their own bags.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin give Jungkook a pointed look when Taehyung uses the term of endearment.

“What are you guys making?” Jungkook is curled up against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. He’s holding it sideways which makes you think he’s probably playing In The Seom. The app is old news by this point, yet Jungkook’s attention is still consumed by it. It’s hilarious.

You wish you could meet the game developers. Whoever made Taehyung’s character look so fucking feral deserves a raise.

“You’re gonna cook?” You don’t hide your shock at the idea that Taehyung would be cooking anything, and that makes everyone laugh.

“I’m making dinner,” Yoongi clarifies. “And it’s a surprise, so stop paying attention to me.” He shoos Jin and Taehyung out of the kitchen.

Jin sits on the couch with Jimin and Jungkook, while Taehyung sits with you. The armchair really only seats one person comfortably, but you wiggle so Taehyung can sit half next to you and half under you. He arranges your legs to drape over his lap. It’s nice, being this close. You can snuggle into his side and let him wrap his arms around you without worrying about who can see or what people think. All the boys are supportive of your relationship with Taehyung. It’s a bit frustrating that there’s no way for you to fully express how appreciative you are.

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” From the couch in the living room, Jungkook shoots Yoongi a glare as if Yoongi’s request for some alone time while he cooks is a personal attack.

Yoongi snorts and turns his back on Jungkook to begin unloading the groceries. “I don’t know, talk to each other.”

“You guys are boring. I only want to talk to Y/N.” You’re not sure how you’ve become Jungkook’s favorite, but it’s exceptionally endearing.

“You’re not even going to pay attention,” Namjoon points out. “Always on that damn phone.”

He’s still got his hood up, and he looks like he was half-asleep. No one but you gets the joke, so Namjoon nods his head in your direction before returning to his slumped position.

“I like watching Jimin-ssi’s character spin around in little circles.”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” Jin chimes in. “He looks so small.”

The glares Jimin shoots everyone in the room are terrifying. You think about something you’d heard someone say: the shorter the person, the closer to hell they are. Something dramatic that only a tall person would say.

“All the characters are the same size,” he exclaims. “And I don’t do that!”

“Yes, you do. There are fanmade compilation videos of you spinning around, Jimin-ssi! I’ve watched them,” Jungkook confesses with full confidence.

A small squeal sounds from the opposite side of the room. You turn to see Hobi practically bouncing on the couch.

“Please, can we watch some? I want to hear the cute sound effects.”

A pillow flies across the room, and Hobi just barely dodges it. Jimin crosses his arms firmly against his chest and scowls as Jin and Jungkook enthusiastically agree and Hobi snatches the TV remote before anyone else can.

“At least watch a video that isn’t about me doing something embarrassing,” Jimin breaks down enough to plead (not beg!) with Hobi. He eyes the room and his gaze falls on Taehyung. A small smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth and you feel Taehyung slowly exhale. “We should watch one about TaeTae.”

You try to cover your laughter with a cough, but Taehyung applies a light slap to your thigh in retaliation.

“Why me?” he pouts.

“Yes! Let me pick!”

“Jungkookie, no. It was my idea.” Hobi scrolls through his phone until his face lights up with glee. “I’ve watched this one before and it’s so cute, Y/N, you’re going to love it.”

“The suspense is killing me.” You wiggle your eyebrows at Taehyung. The rolled eyes you’re met with feel like a victory.

“Okay, it’s called, BTS struggling to understand ‘Tae-tae language’,” Hobi prefaces while the video loads on the TV.

Jin laughs at the loud snort you let out. “TaeTae language is hard to understand.”

“Maybe you guys aren’t creative enough to understand me,” Taehyung scoffs.

“Hey! I understand you!” Yoongi protests from the kitchen.

Taehyung looks like he might say more, but the video interrupts him. It starts with highlights from the comments section of previous videos. One comment mentions Namjoon being their bias.

“Is that weird? Like, to watch this kind of stuff and hear people talk about their biases?” If you were famous, you were absolutely positive that you’d never Google yourself. You would not want to know what kind of weird shit was out there about you, even something as seemingly innocent as silly compilation videos.

“I think it’s funny,” Jimin says with a smirk and half-moon eyes. “I’m everyone’s bias, anyway.”

“That’s not what TikTok says.” Jungkook turns his nose upward at Jimin, though his eyes never leave his phone. It’s a shame In The Seom didn’t allow him to drown Jimin in the ocean, or he totally would have done it by now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just check how many videos there are under my hashtag.”

Jimin snorts with a roll of his eyes, seemingly dismissing Jungkook’s claims. But you see him twist on the couch so the younger man can’t see that Jimin pulls up TikTok on his phone. As if TikTok was the end all, be all. You want to tell them it’s impossible to know who’s the most “popular” or whatever, but you know that conversation is futile.

“Y/N, you were Army before you started dating Tae!” You can practically see the light bulb going off in Hobi’s brain. Or, rather, the Army bomb. “Who was your bias?”

Hobi’s question barely leaves his lips when the room grows quiet. Seven pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly, including your boyfriend’s. You keep your eyes on the TV, though you aren’t seeing the compilation video playing anymore.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a bias. Y’know, OT7 and all that shit.”

Suddenly, the room erupts. Screeches of protests and arguments are shouted across the living room, the boys yelling on top of one another and slewing insults at each other.

“Oh come on, Y/N, tell us!” Hobi whines.

“Yeah, we wanna know! We won’t judge you.” Pulling this precious information out of you is so vital that Jungkook looks away from his phone long enough to give you a pouty face.

“It’s obviously me. I’m Worldwide Handsome.”

“Leave her alone, guys.” Taehyung shifts in his seat and adjusts how your legs drape over his lap. His large hands massage soft circles into your calf muscles. “This is so childish.”

“Right. A bias is just whoever a fan is partial to,” Namjoon says with a shrug. “What matters is that fans support us as seven.”

“No, a bias is the one the fan wants to fuck the most.” This time Jungkook doesn’t look up from his phone when he speaks.

Jin hums in agreement, winking in your direction and making Taehyung scowl.

“You’re just scared it’s not you, Tae.” For someone Taehyung calls his soulmate, Jimin seems to jump at every opportunity to fuck with his friend. He turns to you with those haunting siren eyes that lure in even God’s strongest soldiers. “Is he, Y/N? Is your bias Taehyung or someone else?”

“I thought Hobi’s question was, who was my bias? Not is.”

His siren eyes narrow at you. “Stop arguing semantics and answer the question.”

You can’t hold a staring contest with the now-paused Youtube video, and Jimin’s sudden snappiness makes you feel the need to look away. Right into the eyes of your answer, the only person who hasn’t spoken during the entire bias conversation.

Yoongi’s sharp eyes catch yours when you look away from the TV. Never one to miss a beat, he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at you, the ghost of his classic Yoongi smirk barely lifting the corner of his mouth before the entire room erupts into shouting again.

“YOONGI?! REALLY?! OUT OF ALL OF US, YOU PICKED HIM?” Jimin jumps up from the couch, knocking pillows all over the floor.

“Watch it, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi scolds the younger man for his informal language. Jimin only rolls his eyes.

“Damn, Jimin was right. You aren’t her bias, TaeTae.” Jin shakes his head with a solemn look. He gets up to leave the room, giving your boyfriend a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he walks past. “I’m going to my room to play Mario Kart. This is too depressing for me.”

At the mention of video games, Jungkook perks up. “Wait Jin hyungie, I wanna play, too!” He tosses the last couch pillow in Jimin’s lap and scrambles to catch up with Jin halfway down the hall.

Yoongi wears a full-blown smirk now. You watch with wide eyes as his tongue slips out to drag across his bottom lip before he’s drawing his lip between his teeth. “Cute.”

“Fuck off,” Taehyung hisses at the older man, lifting your legs off his lap.

“Tae…” You reach out to grab his arm to stop him, but he’s already heading to his bedroom. The door slams shut so hard that the photos on the walls shudder.

You turn back around to glare at the remaining men. “Did you have your fun, hmm? Was it worth it?”

“I really… I didn’t think…” Hobi fumbles his words, clearly uncomfortable with the outbursts he’d unwittingly caused.

“If it doesn’t work out with Taehyung, call me, yeah?” Yoongi sends you a wink, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

You feel your face heat up and you refuse to look at him. You wait until he goes back to preparing the food before you stand up. Without another word, you follow in Taehyung’s footsteps until you reach his door. It’s locked, but you expected as much.

“TaeTae,” you call softly. “Please let me in.”

You wait in silence long enough that you consider going home. If Taehyung doesn’t want to talk to you, you aren’t going to push him. Even if you think the reason for his outburst is stupid and that he’s acting like a child.

Eventually, the door is opened wide enough for you to slip inside. Taehyung doesn’t look at you when he shuts the door. Instead, he sits on his bed and leans his back against the wall. He keeps his eyes on his hands delicately folded together in his lap. His eyes are already red and slightly puffy. The sight is glass in your veins.

“Tae, please don’t be upset,” you start slowly. Climbing into his bed, you scoot until you’re lounging next to him. He doesn’t pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s embarrassing.”

You let out a small sigh, not because you’re frustrated with him but because you’d known watching fanmade videos would turn out to be a bad idea.

“If it makes you feel better, you were still in my bias line.” It’s probably not the best way to reassure your boyfriend, but it at least makes him look at you.

“Who else?” His eyes are narrowed.

“I don’t think I should answer that.”

Taehyung’s bottom lip droops and you feel your heart seize.

“Okay, okay!” Maybe holding his hand will make it better. “Jimin, but, no don’t give me that look! Just listen.”

Taehyung’s pout deepens, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“It’s not like when I hang out with Jimin or Yoongi I’m thinking about those things, okay? It’s just a natural thing that happens. Anyone can be drawn to specific people in a group; the same thing happens with friendships. Like you and Jimin. It’s normal.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem convinced, but he laces his fingers through yours. You interpret the light squeeze he gives you as permission to continue talking.

“Yoongi is cool because I always saw him as this, like, mental health icon for me. He talks so much about mental health and fans see how he has grown and gotten healthier over the years. It’s inspiring, right? You’ve seen it firsthand.”

“That’s true,” Taehyung sniffles.

You nod your head. “Exactly, I respect him as a person and an artist. And with Jimin, I’ve always been almost jealous? of him. Because he can so beautifully balance both masculine and feminine qualities and aesthetics. He looks good no matter what and has learned to accept himself instead of forcing whatever weird masculinity shit y’all had when you debuted. That’s inspiring, too.”

Taehyung is silent for a while. You give him the space to process what you’ve said, and you hope that it’s enough to make him understand that a bias is not just about who you want to fuck. Jungkook is such a flirt; of course, that’s how he would interpret things.

“Why did you like me?” He finally looks at you. His eyes are a little pink from his tears, but his cheeks appear dry. The innocent curiosity in his expression tugs at your heart.

You reach up to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing out any tangles and gently massaging his scalp. This is probably how Taehyung feels when you worry about fans, paparazzi, and sasaengs.

“Well, you’re hot,” you say with a grin. You feel a bit lighter when Taehyung’s mouth curves slightly, too.

“Is that it?”

“Of course not.” You stick your tongue out. “You were my favorite in the vocal line. I loved how smooth your singing voice is, and how thoughtful you sound when you talk about how important the members and Army are to you. How could someone not love the inventor of I purple you?”

It feels weird to talk about how you liked Taehyung before you knew who he was. You never made your status as a fan obvious in the beginning. Professionalism is more important than fangirling. Even now, you only casually discuss your interest in the group before meeting them.

“Your sense of fashion made me laugh. You always seemed so happy, even though people like to focus a lot on how mean you can look. And I thought your relationships with Yoongi and Jimin were cute. You’re a great example of how men can and should be soft and loving.”

They’re all highly-simplified explanations for why Taehyung caught your eye in a group of seven, but they seem to put him at ease. He slides into the bed so he’s lying on his back under the covers. With his eyes locked on yours, he pats his chest.

“C’mere.”

You lie down under the covers next to him. It feels nice to rest your head on his chest and throw your leg over his waist. Ever since Taehyung came back from the tour, you’ve wanted to be attached at the hip. It’s not that you can’t handle being alone, but you don’t think it’s a bad thing to want to be with the people who bring you joy— especially when you live in a new country.

“You know I’m in love with you, not Yoongi or Jimin.”

“I know.”

“Do you actually?” You shift your head so you can look up at him.

Taehyung meets you halfway. You let your eyes close as he slots his lips with yours, allowing your body to melt into his. The desperation the two of you had for each other when Taehyung first returned to Seoul eventually died out. Now, you’re okay with taking things slow. You can savor the feeling of his body on yours, firm and warm beneath you. You can savor the smell of his cologne and his taste as you breathe him in and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“I do,” he responds with a heavy exhale once you pull away. “I’m sorry I got upset. I just got so angry when hyung…” Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows and his nose scrunches along with them.

You massage his forehead and try to forcefully smooth the wrinkles there. “Yoongi is just being an ass. He loves you, too,” you point out.

Taehyung can’t argue that, so he leans down to kiss you again. You know how important physical contact is to him, especially when he’s upset. With that in mind, you slip your hands beneath his t-shirt. Splaying your hands flat against his chest feels nice. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and he’s here. He’s safe and healthy and yours.

“We both get pretty jealous, huh?”

Taehyung gives you a sheepish smile, all cheeks and pretty lips. You love his little lip freckle, but your favorite will always be the one under his eye.

“Not as bad as Jungkook, though.”

“Mhm, please don’t break up with me over a perilla leaf or anything.”

Taehyung giggles and you feel like you’ve got helium inside you. If you don’t hold onto him tightly enough, you might float away with how light and carefree being with him makes you.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he says as he nibbles your earlobe.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His hands find the hem of your t-shirt, and you sit up to allow him to undress you. It’s a delicate process because Taehyung wants to take his time, too. It might seem like the two of you use sex to solve your problems, but you never see it like that. For you, letting Taehyung take his time breaking you down, just to build you back up again, is an act of emotional intimacy, just as it is physical. When Taehyung gets comfortable between your thighs, dark eyes locked with yours as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hold he has on your wrists grounds you. And when he hovers over you with your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you, you whisper gentle praises against his throat to remind him that you are his and he is yours.

You spend the rest of the afternoon in Taehyung’s bed. It feels good to snuggle with him while he talks to you about all the jazz clubs he forced Jimin to go to during the little free time they had on tour. It seems the tension in the house fades because the rest of the boys are loud and energetic; it’s impossible to tune them out when their laughter bleeds into the room despite the door being closed.

“Do you think Taehyung and Y/N are done having make-up sex?”

“It’s pretty quiet in there. Maybe they fell asleep.”

You groan and bury your face in Taehyung’s side. It’s almost as if Jungkook and Jin are purposefully talking outside of his bedroom to make sure you can hear them. Knowing them, it’s not a far-fetched idea.

“Probably tired themselves out. The screaming was really—”

“JUNGKOOK!” Taehyung sits up so abruptly that you fall back onto the bed. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Jin and Jungkook’s laughter eventually fades down the hallway, but Taehyung gets out of bed anyway.

“Yoongi is probably almost done with dinner,” he grumbles. You watch him zip up his jeans and admire how tall and lanky he is. Sorry to Yoongi and Jimin.

He manages to get his arms caught in his t-shirt somehow, so you begrudgingly get out of bed to help. You tease him endlessly because obviously fucking you is so good that he doesn’t know how to use his limbs anymore.

Your teasing is nothing compared to the way the other boys drag you the moment you step out of Taehyung’s bedroom.

“You okay, Y/N? Sounded like you might be dying,” Jimin grins as he prepares the kitchen table for dinner.

Jin snickers, throwing out his own commentary. “Taehyung, you got it pretty good even though you aren’t her bias, huh.”

Before Taehyung has a chance to bite anyone’s head off, you chime in.

“Yeah, yeah, Yoongi was my bias when I was a fan,” you say with a roll of your eyes. You can practically see Jungkook registering that you said “was a fan”, and that makes him pout. As if you aren’t still a fan. What a baby, just like Taehyung.

Yoongi snorts as he retrieves a dish from the oven. “I cannot fathom why.”

“Me either,” Jimin agrees with a giggle. He’s completely unfazed by the dark look Yoongi shoots him.

You join in on Jimin’s laughter, and you’re pleased to see that Taehyung is smiling too. The whole thing is so ridiculous. Maybe you’re feeling a bit too comfortable because you start oversharing.

“And I was a Yoonmin shipper, I’m not gonna lie.” You’re laughing so hard that you don’t realize neither Jimin nor Taehyung are laughing anymore. After a few seconds pass, though, your smile slowly falls. Jimin’s face has turned bright pink and Yoongi has his back to the table.

“It was one time, okay?” Jimin’s eyes burn holes into Yoongi’s shoulder blades from across the room. “Okay, two times.”

The older man doesn’t comment.

You nudge Taehyung’s leg with your foot under the kitchen table. He presses his lips together as hard as he can, but the smile just gets pushed into his cheeks. A rush of air explodes from his lips in a loud raspberry, and that’s what triggers your laughter again.

“Oh my god, I really wish I was surprised but I’m not,” you confess with a wheeze.

You’ve clearly touched on a sensitive topic. Jimin blabbers away about how it’s not that big of a deal, all while Yoongi silently finishes arranging the dishes on the table. It would feel uncomfortable, but Jimin’s flushed face and the tiniest of smiles curving Yoongi’s lips make you think it meant a lot more than what Jimin wishes to admit.

And that’s really fucking cute.

As the rest of the boys come piling into the kitchen, Taehyung scoots his chair until yours are touching. You bump shoulders and tilt your face up so he can press a kiss against your jaw.

“I love you,” he whispers. “With all my heart."

“I love you, too.” You lace your fingers with his and let your hands rest against his thigh. “You dork.”

The kitchen is chaos, but all you can focus on is the boxy smile Taehyung gifts you.

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keeperoftinyarmy · 3 months

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I can't believe I'm even making this post especially in light of the buddy enlistment...but this topic has gotten so loud lately...

Is JIKOOK the company "ship"? Do TPTB at HYBE/BigHit want JK/JM to act "close" to each other for business/profit reasons?

Obviously I have seen them called this all over the internet, but I never really took the time to ponder this because it just seemed crazy to me. I can't imagine a company based in S. Korea would actively try to promote 2 men in what could be perceived as a romantic relationship.

Now subunits are one thing...kpop...BTS members...the company all know that fans like the bonds between group members just as much as the music. And the companies do play into that and promote it. We see that in BTS with all the different combos of interactions we see in Run episodes or during Bon Voyage...BTS themselves have said that they know the fans like to see them with xyz member. That is one thing, but that is not what I am talking about in this post.

I am talking about "ear sucking"..

I am talking about hickeys...

I am talking about thirst trap bday greetings...

I am talking about weLives from a home couch dedicated to one member...

Tokyo...

THIS...

I could go on, but you get the point.

We have seen jikook be close since debut...and visibly "differently close" since 2017 (imo). Can we believe that the company orchestrated things all of these years?

Is the fact that these things happened on camera or have been featured in books proof that it is all JK and JM acting to help promote their group? And if this is all a promotional act....why not have TK and JK involved too, especially with their popularity? Or why not have some of the other pairings do more interactions together? The company could capitalize on them too.

I am trying hard to not let my skepticism of this topic bleed in here, but it is a struggle. I still find this almost unthinkable...homophobia is real.

But I am hoping that I can have a real discussion about this....asks...comments...I'd love to hear thoughts.

#jikook

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spiceofvy · 5 months

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Hello 🤗 can I pls request BTS headcanons where they have a crush on a non celebrity female reader who is their friend? Thank you ❤️😊

BTS - Having a crush on a friend

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun writing somethin sweet and fluffy like this! I hope you enjoy it too!

cws: written with a fem!reader in mind but no gendered terms used, sfw, fluffy, nothing else to tag, this is really just wholesome and cute

Seokjin: This crush will be no secret. He hits on you constantly. All the bad flirting, but he is pretty so he gets away with it. This also includes flowers, fancy food and random trips to the beach. You choose the music of course. Everyone always assumes that you are already a couple, when in reality he is still trying to get you to go out with him. And if you can't tell from all his flirting he will just give it to you directly. "Can't you tell that I've been trying to get you to go out with me?"

Yoongi: He is very much in control of his feelings, but his actions speak so loudly. He's always by your side. Whenever you come over he has your favorite food prepared for you. He gets really flustered whenever someone calls him out on it, blushing and telling them off. But he probably won't confess to you himself, someone else drops it by accident and he gives up with damage control "Yeah he's right y/n… I am in love with you"

Hoseok: This man hypes you up. You go shopping together? So many compliments. You join him in the studio? He treats you like the best dancer in the world. He also takes you with him on every vacation he gets offered. No matter if it's fashion shows or trips for music recordings, you are everywhere with him. Confessing to you will not be an active choice on his side but the end of a long ramble of his. "You know, that's why I think I love you so much. Wait…"

Namjoon: Oh he knows everything about you. But not in a creepy way. He read all your favorite books, so he can discuss them with you later. Knows your favorite artists, and has a perfect playlist for you, no matter your mood. Sends you so much art he likes, paintings, poetry, all of it. He just loves to share his life with you. There will be no confession, more you calling him out why he sent you like 6 love poems in one night "Ah… I guess it was kinda obvious…"

Jimin: You stay his cute little secret. No one gets to look at you. You are his best friend and only his. No matter how often the others ask to meet you. He will keep you for himself. So his confession is also very private. Just the two of you in his apartment, he got you takeout and your favorite playlist is playing in the background. When he takes your hand and quietly whispers to you. "I just want to tell you, that I have been in love with you for so long."

Taehyung: No but why do I think that he talks with Yeontan about you? Because he definetly does. Whenever he comes home from your place he immediately falls into a quick ramble about you, gushing about you smiling widely. So much that Yeontan probably reacts to your name and of course you are over a lot so he also gets really excited to see you. Taehyung will confess to you unintentionally "You know, I think Yeontan is also in love with you"

Jungkook: This man can not hide his crushes to save his life. It will be so obvious. Whenever he sees you he has the brightest smile, being so excited to spent time with you. He introduces you to all his friends, and if anyone ever says something wrong about you or looks at you weirdly he gets really defensive. He confesses to you with a big gesture. "What? No this is not too much! This is just enough to show how much I love you!"

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rosiehrs · 1 year

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FANWARS ## masterlist.

huh yunjin x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ yunjin (an army) and y/n (a blink) have fallen into the stereotype of not being able to get along, continuously starting fanwars- but only with each other..?

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, non!idol x reader, wlw, fluff, crack, minor angst, enemies to lovers (?)

WARNINGS ⤻ major bts/army and blackpink/blink slander, dark jokes, strong language, suggestive jokes, (small) use of vape and nicotine intake.

FEATURING ⤻ le sserafim, pham hanni (newjeans), ahn yujin (ive), yoon keeho (p1harmony), oh haewon (nmixx), choi yeonjun (txt), choi yena (soloist), more characters to come in future chapters ˆ-ˆ

STATUS ⤻ completed!

NOTE - there may be chapters that trigger certain fans, so i apologise in advance and want to emphasise that bts/army and blackpink/blink slander will be a part of the whole fic as it's the main plot TT please don't hurt me if something angers you, but please let me know if i went too far!

IMPORTANT - do not send hate towards any group under my works, especially blackpink and bts. if you do, you'll immediately be blocked. this fic is meant to be unserious/funny/lighthearted so please don't take this as an opportunity to say some shit just bcs fw!yj or yn said it. to sum it up, blackpink antis and bts antis, DNI.

PROFILES..! the ninja turtles, fantastic 4.

CHAPTERS ;

O1 # soty

O2 # fancywasrobbed

O3 # daesangs and tantrums

O4 # INSENSITIVE BITCH

O5 # stalk before you block

O6 # [REDACTED] x3

O7 # eunchae saw it

O8 # hanni understands!!

O9 # blackpink outdid..!

10 # google translate

11 # nailed it

12 # she actually did not nail it.

13 # shut down (vlive)

14 # eunchae's yuny/n fanpage?

15 # mr chang<3

16 # american threat

17 # discussion time

18 # everyone's in!

19 # 'am i..?'

20 # eunchae's way or the highway

21 # bad idea

22 # tutti fruITY

23 # coming out (lol)

24 # (g)one direction - video attached.

25 # baby yunjin

26 # mission is a go!

27 # better late than never

28 # meetup (written)

29 # kick it by blackpink

30 # aftermath

31 # withdrawal

32 # gay minds

33 # she replied!

34 # gay people = bad at flirting (?)

35 # shes ight

36 # unexpected addition

37 # gay and easy

38 # eunchae outrage

39 # the date

40 # rizzful yunjin pt. 1

41 # ahn yujin protection programme

42 # sophie's choice

43 # she came over

44 # realisations pt.1

45 # step back (yunjin's version)

46 # no license? no problem!

47 # uh oh (written)

48 # cream puffs

49 # eunchae's first wlw heartbreak?

50 # gone (yunjin's version)

51 # misunderstanding

52 # hard launch

53 # i like u - niki

54 # public humiliation

55 # happy pride

56 # driver kkura

57 # thank you eunchae

58 # music taste

59 # random occurrences

60 # the end (written)

+ taglist !! (permanently closed)

#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #fanwars smau #le sserafim x reader #kpop x reader #fw!masterlist

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arcadia345 · 6 months

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The Natal Astrology chart of Jeon-Jungkook

‼️🔞🔞🔞 not a real astrologer just my observations :) paid readings

Born in Busan, South Korea on Monday Sept. 1st 1997 at 3:23pm

ASC: Capricorn 6°

the first thing to stand out on him appearance wise would be his hands and arms, shoulders, teeth, hair, legs and thighs, but especially his torso! With his dreamlike and eccentric presence they didn’t take him seriously Saturn influence but as time passed and he worked on his crafts and himself everyone seen him as the star he is. Capricorns are known for having to mature quicker than others because of responsibilities. As a cap rising with Uranus and Neptune in the first just like him I KNEW he was a Capricorn bc of how his nose has always been prominent throughout his life but now he’s grown up/ into his features 🥹 and also how everyone always projecting (Neptune)onto him like???? Like when did he tell you this?? Definitely the dissociation king 👑. Very easy to dream about him I feel😭 he brings out our subconscious desires. His rebellious Uranus side popped out when he came out with his piercings and tats you could tell he was tired of being projected onto but also iconic because he’s kinda like the first A-list K-pop idol (bts in general tho)to go out of social norms appearance wise. In a way they kinda broke a generational curse 🥹 I remembered how he said he got the scar on his cheek because he was fighting with his brother which correlates to his Aries Saturn (his chart ruler) in the 3rd(siblings). Style wise he gets bored quickly so he’d like to switch up his appearance often. Most of the time he’d go for comfortable but still fashionable clothing, like you may see him in a chill outfit but it’ll cost more than ur rent💀. He could like to switch it up with odd/bold/flirty colors & fits but mostly he loves his darker colors like grey and black.

2nd house: Aquarius 14°

Lemme tell y’all right now…. This man is WIERD at heart🤣🤣 like he’s genuinely quirky lol it’s not a front like fr he’s so down to earth it’s crazy🥹 also his whole chart points to being very spiritual? esp with that 8th house stellium like he’s very into expanding his mind in any way possible so his could be heavily gifted and in pretty sure he knows this by now. He definitely ask himself “why me?”all the time like what did he do to end up so blessed/different?. He definitely would’ve had money regardless of fame as long as he stays true to himself and learns to give enough without being taken advantage of. He loves watching television/listening to music to pass the time. (Any other Neptune in 1st feel like they were raised by television??) Jupiter is all about indulging so in the 2nd house he loves all the simple pleasures, he LOVES FOOD like omg & nice clothes and smells everything that makes you feel good, he likes to collect things that’ll make you go????🤨😃 also he’s DEFINITELY CHRONICALLY ONLINE AND STALKING US BUT HE CANT HELP IT he’s just really nosey lmao😂. He’s the type of celeb to be like “I’m bored, what are my fans doing?” Like omg pookie you genuinely curious what I’m up to??? I feel so special😭 he feels his real persona can come out online better than irl? I think it’s a shyness thing.

ꪔ̤̥ Now since he grew up in the spotlight please take into consideration since bts is his 2nd family a lot of the things I discuss would include them especially 3rd and 4th house but I’ll just call them family also

3rd house: Pisces 23°

First off we already know how dreamy and passionate he is when it comes to his communication skills, in school years he could’ve been the kid nobody noticed in class, also bullying could’ve been a issue, the type to sleep through class, also his siblings could be talented as well, he/they could have many secrets they share between each other. I’m getting that it could be hard for him to remember his upcomings sometimes because like it genuinely flew over his head💀 like yes he was there but he wasn’t there mentally sometimes lol same. Saturn in this house his siblings/ family were strict on him he could be shy when it comes to expressing his emotions like it’s hard to just pinpoint one emotion when you feel everything all at once so that could discourage him from expressing himself. Also he could’ve been lied to /left out often and didn’t even know it omg😭 now don’t get me wrong even tho a lot of things fly past his head he’s VERY MUCH self aware he just doesn’t care fr💀 also since his 3rd house ruler is in the 1st the scenario that comes to mind is like someone seeing your sibling out and public and the first thing they ask is “where’s your brother(Jk)?” Saturn can represent the father and discipline🥺 trying not to cry while type this) him and his siblings went through a lot of difficult times together but also they taught him so much he has sooo much respect for them he knows he wouldn’t be the same person today without them omg like they really raised him🥺🥺😭

4th house: Aries 26°

Now he could’ve had an erratic home life he could’ve moved around a lot & moved far away at a young age since Venus is in the 9th. There is a lot of mars masculine energy here so he likes chaos/excitement in his home also lots of sporty/action stuff around the house I feel like when he first met bts it was like his first taste of freedom in a way. I tell ya rn there was never a dull moment where he lived lol. Him and his family were always in competition with someone they had to fight for their place. Struggle wise at times he could’ve been FIGHTING for his life lots of arguments and aggression (which makes sense since they said they didn’t really get along at first)but with the Taurus degree there was definitely struggles with money and food / stability and personal possessions which drove him to work even harder. His 4th house ruler being in the 10th is giving I grew up at work😟😔

5th house: Taurus 22°

Firstly he’d be such a great dad 🥺 a really funny one too 😂 . His flirting style is not flirting at all😎 well kinda he’s more of gift giving person. His love language is genuinely opening up to you because he barely gets to do that fr, for Capricorns that’s a big thing. Things like showing you the most simple smallest things that means sm to him🥹🥹 to things he created. also food is big to him like the key to his heart actually, that man loves his food! be ready to be wined and dined and spoileddd. He loves traveling, dancing, music, philosophies & beautiful things so he’ll want to get your input on almost everything he wants to pick your brain lol. Also he’s really clingy that’s important to him physical touch but he really doesn’t open up much because he knows he has a lot to lose so he definitely isn’t a fling type of guy he likes to build a foundation with someone unless it’s like a one time thing out of the country where he knows he’ll probably never see you again so might as well act on his instincts. He could be into choking/restrictions, taboos, spontaneity, feet??? One of his erotic zones is his neck. Also his siblings influence his creativity heavily because he knows they know what’s best for him. What he considers as fun is eating😭😭👀 playing some games, cooking, listening to his fav music, drinking, cleaning doing laundry like he’s such a simple man that a good day for him would be staying home all day 😂

6th house: Gemini 14°

He’s very versatile he likes learning he hungers for knowledge. He keeps a strict routine but still likes to switch it up cause he gets bored easily. He was very young when he started working and also he was one of the youngest of his peers so Gemini here makes sense also as he is naturally curious he likes working with his peers/ siblings and unique personalities. He likes traveling also and trying the different types of food they have and shopping there also he obviously spoils his pets feeds them the best food keeps them well groomed, it’s in a mutable sign so I wouldn’t be surprised if he had many types of animals but he’ll want to cuddle a lot with them so idk if he’ll be keen to reptilians with such a busy career atm. He’ll also be very vocal with them they could know a lot of tricks that he taught them. He’d like to travel with them also if he has the chance to, Taurus in his 5th he loves to dress them up and pamper them, wouldn’t be surprised if he was having danceoffs against them lmao 😂

7th house: Cancer 6°

Let me tell you something…. This is HUSBAND MATERIAL RIGHT HERE. The type to be like “I can fix them.” Cause he loves a challenge but he’d actually be able to fix them ngl😭. But first let’s get into how other people perceive him on a 1-1 basis. Now with both these planets being in the 8th it’s very evident that they’d want to jump his bones/ spiral into obsession/ an awakening after meeting him. People naturally spill their hearts out to him, definitely a trauma dumping placement. Ofc people are gonna baby him it’s like he brings out people’s maternal instincts they just wanna keep him safe🥹 but this is also how he treats everyone, with genuine love and respect❤️ also he could get shy easily like the bunny Thumper from Bambi 🥹

8th house: Leo 14°

Okay now bare with me on this one because it’s hard to really understand stelliums if you don’t have one in ur chart, but what I’ve noticed is no matter what they seem to get put in situations that correlate with the house the stellium is in, which causes them to focus on the opposite house to balance the energy’s out. Now first off this man has some HEAVY good karma from the past life he honestly deserves every abundant thing that comes to him x2. As you know he is very keen on perfectionism and order, I refuse to believe he wasn’t some cult leader /powerful witch or something in the past life. Especially a VIRGO stellium in the 8??!!? He was/is a natural born healer 🥹🥹 no doubts about it especially with his moon at a 0° so the moon is in its pure element no matter the sign he’s here to experience those raw emotions. I’ve never met someone with their moon degree at 0 cause its hard to find but i had a manager that had a cancer Venus 0° and when I tell you she made me feel soo special 🥹🥹 like you can feel how genuine she is she loved giving gifts and making sure everyone was okay like the energy was so PURE and innocent in a way it reminds me of jungkook and his acts of service . Also which is why I get why everyone thought he was a Leo moon cause he is in sidereal Astro but I don’t get that egoistic attitude from him if anything it’s the opposite. I don’t want this section to be too long so I’ll move on to his pleasures😈 he’s into praising, teasing, creampies, being rough, nipple play, playful banter, degrading, car s*x, breast/chest, backshots, anal, heavvvy on oral and hand play the type to tie you up 😳 he could possibly be LGBTQ+ friendly if ykwim since he has prominent Aquarius and Virgo is a mutable sign known for their curiosity and versatility, and yk Virgos are obsessed with perfection and cleanness so I’m assuming he likes to get extra messy and wet during the act and he’s not finished with you till you BOTH climax he refuses to be known for bad s*x😤 he likes to make a scene/put on a show. But like I said earlier with his moon and mercury conjunct he needs a strong emotional and mental connection with you before he does anything. His 8th house is so interesting I could go on and on but no😏

9th house: Virgo 23°

Jungkook is very sharp when it comes to the 9th and 8th house since they’re very important in fulfilling his life purpose. In later years school people could’ve seen him as perfect in a way very organized and on point probably a teachers pet or honestly it could’ve been the other way around 😹 ofc half the class had some type of crush on him or was just naturally curious about him but still with that Pisces degree he lowkey didn’t care to be there in a way he probably was absent often but the teachers didn’t care cuz hello??? It’s jk.🥴 Let’s not forget his Libra Venus is in this house as well so he’s natural charming without trying esp to foreigners (9th). He has a strong connection to his past life so I’m thinking he’s like a green witch in a way? Like healing/manifesting when cooking or in nature around plants and animals, singing or just by listening to someone who needs to vent or vise versa. When he travels he needs EVERYTHING to be clean and in place to make sure him and his people are safe bc if not he’ll spiral also he could get jet lagged easily but by now he probably has a routine that helps with that. Also I wouldn’t be surprised if he got married to a foreigner, someone in his circle that he’s known for a long time. Ngl I have Libra 19° in 9th and I tend to get reallly curious when I travel ifykwim 🥴🫣 I really like to experience the people aswell as the location that I’m in to get the full experience. Also with the Pisces degree he’s more likely to do substances like 🚬 and drinking when he’s with his siblings/cousins/ traveling

Mc : Libra 26°

His mother has a heavy Venus influence on him, I’m getting his family altogether was close-knit growing up. He’s known for his worldwide aesthetics, and basically being perfect boyfriend/husband material. Hes known to be easily loved by many, but he’ll mostly be know for the pain he’s experienced, his healing abilities, and his versatility in skills. His Chiron is in this house so most of his pain comes from the industry he’s in, authority, and his public image, with it being at a 29° his ego can hurt him the most😳 which is why I don’t understand why people would get that cocky vibe from him other than his mars. With a Scorpio mars here he’ll also be known as a big sex symbol/someone who brings strong reactions out of people. Since it’s also the ruler of his 11th house so he’ll be known for his viscous and obsessive fans especially online. He’s prone to getting many stalkers/sesangs with how heavy his 10th and 11th house is with Scorpio energy and peers see him as competition even though they see he’s not a malicious person. On the positive side tho he’ll have the ability to feel & see what goes unseen, people’s hidden motives and desires, and so will his fans!! Iykyk👀 Also mars represents passions and pleasure so he could have a thing for love at the workplace, maybe into older/mature people or power play. He could have a porn addiction, definitely into some kinky 💩 with that Aquarius degree. yall plz don’t cancel me I’m just reading his chart. 😭

11th house: Scorpio 22°

His internet presence with have good longevity, this house has to do with our wishes, I’ve been saying I really feel like he did something in the past life to “seal the deal” fame wise because that’s what his chart is giving doesn’t necessarily mean he did something bad but there was definitely intentional manifestation there. Esp with the kill or be killed degree here you don’t have room for mistakes. Yall this man is a stalker big timmme like he stalks us reallll bad but also so does his fans 😹😹 it’s definitely a 2-way street I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a spam twitter account to watch us start army wars💀. If you have Pluto in 11th you know how hard it is NOT to stalk people online😩??? I don’t even care about the people I stalk I’m just nosey asf lmao. His Pluto is at 2° so he could get a lot of gifts from seasangs esp food and material things I’ve heard him speak on these topics also. They’ll try to expose him for having fun since Taurus is in his 5th house,ie while out at restaurants, shopping, his creative endeavors, his love life, or just when he’s at his most comfortable, and children.(Omg? The way that sesang incident with Enwoo just happened right after I typed this wth😳)He understands how crucial his privacy is for his protection so he’ll choose not to post as much. He’s the friend in the group with the silent power/ magneticistm, he prefers to befriend people who understands his deep emotions, friends that have also went through traumatic experiences, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was apart of a online community secretly so he can feel normal for once. Also he’s known as the sexy emo friend lmao with the cool tats and piercings that smokes cigarettes to look cool 😎 he also prefers to befriend people who look like this also

12th house: Sagittarius 14°

Sag in your chart is where your blessings are & what you’re optimistic about. Also where you tend to be a little pessimistic. Sagittarius reminds me of the feeling a sugar rush/liqour gives you, while Capricorn reminds me of the come down afterwards regretting all the decisions you made and how you’ll never do it again. Like I’ve said this whole time he is spiritually gifted and he has strong connection to his past life. He has a lot of Deja vu moments, the things/hobbies he loved then he loves in this life also it brings him a lot of fulfillment. He’d prefer to be in solitude than to be around people but his Jupiter is in Aquarius so this part is a bit odd… he’s comfortable having cameras around when he’s secluded esp with friends but in public??? He hates it especially when he’s not with anyone he knows I think he has social anxiety 🥺 could’ve been overweight in the past life that’s probably where his love for food comes from, he’ll be blessed with assets abroad from his homeland. He could look really similar to what he did in the past life I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a bunny or something.

ꪔ̤̥ That’s it for now till next time❤️ check back for updates

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sailoryooons · 10 months

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Gods of the Dark | Coming Soon | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Dream god!Yoongi x f. human!reader

❀ Summary: Don’t ask for help in the dark. It’s an old tale you always heard whispered among the people of your village. But when you find yourself dragged kicking by the man you’re to marry, you have little choice but to beg for help long after the sun has set. The god who answers your pleas promises to save you, but every deal comes with a price.

❀ Total Word Count: TBD

❀ Genre: Fantasy, angst, strangers to lovers, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Series Warnings: Sexist and patriarchal society inspired by medieval europe, a lot of world building and discussion about theories/concept of dreams, discussions of morals and ethics, world building, angst, intense fight scenes, mentions/light depictions of an abusive family, discussions of gender roles and forced marriages, sexually explicit content, themes of corruption and indulgence, depictions of hedonism, discussions of sexual and sensual pleasure, Yoongi is a deity of dreams and desires. Each chapter will have its own warning.

❀ A/N: I cannot wait to bring this to you in July! This fic is inspired by the Lilith music video and lyrics, Sandman by Neil Gaiman, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab, scenes from the movie The Witch, and the myth of Hades and Persephone! While it was originally a story in two parts, it will be a story in four parts to better capture everything I want to include in this because I cannot control myself for world building!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

#yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #suga fanfic #suga bts #yoongi series #suga smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you

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roo-bastmoon · 5 days

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Off My Chest

Rant about Hybe under the cut. I give you my word I will try to post a majority of positive content, because the world (and my mental health) doesn't need more negativity, but sometimes you just gotta vent.

Folks, if you've known me for a hot second, you've realized I am a Jimin-biased Jikooker... but I am OT7, and I sincerely love and support BTS.

I believe Jimin is a grown man who can advocate for himself and I believe Jungkook absolutely supports and adores him, whatever their relationship status is.

I always try to accentuate the positive and avoid online drama and negativity as much as possible, but I need to get this off my chest.

I will never be gas-lit into believing that the way Jimin was treated in solo era was fair, or equitable, or even made any kind of business-sense. I've genuinely tried to entertain other people's points of view and listen to people who claim to have industry expertise, but...

I will never forget his mail being tampered with four times, his leaked insurance information, denial of more music videos, overlapped solo release, only 9 days of promotion, split title tracks, no radio or play-listing, no bio for his Spotify for months, no restock of his single CD for months, hundreds of thousands of frozen and deleted sales, millions of culled streams, shady articles in WeVerse and Billboard, insulting dialogue in In the Seom, failure to submit to RIAA certification for months, only a paywall documentary on WeVerse, zero official acknowledgement of his Hot 100 #1, 1 billion streams on Spotify, or wins for The Fact, MAMA, and two Webbys, plus broken in-ears, anemic little balloons and a sad background tarp as decorations for his fan events… and the company telling him how doing more would just be impossible.

I compare all that to the push that other members and other groups got, and I know it just isn't true. It wasn't impossible.

Hell, Jeon Jungkook put in more effort to promote Jimin’s work and showed more respect for Jimin as an artist during his at-home lives than that whole company did, which honestly makes no sense from a profit standpoint.

I will never forget it, and I will not entertain arguments that say I’m a solo or an anti or jealous about it. I have eyes.

I am not out to shade any other members nor put forth any conspiracy theories. I simply want all our boys to get everything they justly deserve.

And yes, other members have suffered mishaps and neglect, but nothing of this scale, this consistently. It baffles me, I cannot understand it, and I'm done trying. Something strange was going on behind the scenes and we may never be privy to the details.

In trying to put this awful feeling behind me, I will say I am elated that Jikook are serving together and can support each other. I am glad there will be a Jikook travel show. I'm continually impressed with all of Jimin's success (in the military and professionally) despite all odds. I will always love and support all of BTS with my full heart.

And I sincerely hope the company has been taking notes and course-corrects for PJM2, even if it rubs some higher ups the wrong way if they had a different vision. Considering Jimin’s unique talents and his amazing star power—even his ability to bring Paris and New York to a screaming standstill just for the opportunity to see him exit a car—I would hope the company will “do their best to promote all labels and artists without discrimination” going forward.

But what happened truly sucked, and I needed to get that off my chest. I am not interested in further discussion or debate. I am now going to do my best to shift my focus and energy on to the things I want to manifest, instead of the things that enrage me.

So let me end on a positive and hopeful note: I put all my trust in Jimin, who signed a new contract with Hybe and who unfailingly adores all his members. There can be no love without trust. I will always do my best to trust BTS.

But I'm watching carefully. For Jimin and all our boys.

Love, Roo

#jimin #jikook #park jimin

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rrapmonster · 2 years

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people forget bts’ job is to make music. there’s nothing wrong with not being all for an album that’s practically rereleases

#they get paid to make music #that’s what this industry is #but at this point armys are so… idk that bts could put out a monetized cover of justin biebers “baby” and make millions #hopefully the three new tracks and unreleased songs aren’t in english 🤞#bts #discussion #music #kpop #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok #seokjin

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svn-bangtan · 10 months

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The Favor ®

»pairing: Jungkook x Actress! reader

»wc/date: 7.9k | July 2023

» warnings: cursing, Dirty Talk, Oral (M/F rec) Size kink, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up and practice safe sex), rough sex, fingering, breast play, denial, and I think that’s it?

»Summary: You’ve always had a thing for the maknae of BTS, but due to your close friendship, you let it go. Throughout the friendship, however, he’d always ask you for small favors here and there, and being as close as you are, you never objected. However, that was until he came over one day asking for another favor, but this time, it was something you never would have expected.

» notes: THIS ONE-SHOT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED ON MY OLD ACCOUNT @loomdiamonds

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Y/n, a woman in her late twenties, heard her best friend's voice suddenly ring out through her house. She glanced at her manager, who stood in front of her while she was busy cooking. They were engrossed in a discussion about contracts for an upcoming drama that Y/n was set to star in after returning to Korea from filming a new movie in America. Raising an eyebrow, she responded, "Uh, yeah, Jungkook. I'm in the kitchen."

Within seconds, a visibly distressed Jungkook appeared and offered a slight bow to Y/n's manager. "Y/n, I need to talk to you."

Curious, she asked, with a piece of cucumber she was cutting in her mouth, "Okay, what about?"

"In private," Jungkook replied. Y/n glanced between her manager and Jungkook, noticing her manager's gaze, almost seeking permission to leave.

"Manager Chan, could you give us a moment alone?" Y/n requested. Nodding, her manager gathered her belongings and assured Y/n that she would return later to continue their conversation. After bowing towards Y/n and Jungkook, the manager left the premises. Y/n looked at Jungkook, perplexed, as he took a deep breath.

"What is so important that you needed her to leave? Did you get caught up in a scandal or something?" Y/n inquired, resuming her vegetable cutting as she heard the front door close, signaling her manager's departure.

"No," Jungkook replied.

"Did you break something in Yoongi's studio and now you need a place to hide?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow and continuing to focus on cutting her vegetables. She casually placed another piece of cucumber in her mouth.

"No, Y/n, I need your help with something really big!" Jungkook exclaimed.

Curiosity piqued, Y/n questioned, "And what might that be?"

"I need you to have sex with me," he stated bluntly, causing Y/n to choke on the cucumber in her mouth. Reacting swiftly, Jungkook handed her a water bottle, which she quickly drank from while taking deep breaths.

After a few moments, Y/n set the knife down and stared at Jungkook as if he had lost his mind. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm serious. I just need this one favor to help me out before we go to the Grammy's. Please, Y/n?" Jungkook pleaded. Y/n scoffed and set the water bottle down.

"Now is not the time for jokes, Jungkook," she retorted.

"But I'm not joking," he insisted, causing Y/n to freeze, wide-eyed.

Throughout all the years Y/n had known BTS, ever since they collaborated on the soundtrack for a drama she starred in and when she had the opportunity to appear in one of their music videos, nothing like this had ever happened before. While she had a strong bond with all seven members, if she had to choose the closest one, it would undoubtedly be Jungkook.

Jungkook and Y/n had a sibling-like relationship. They constantly teased each other, given their close age proximity, and often hung out together without the other members. However, Jungkook had frequently asked Y/n for favors over the years.

"Y/n, can you do me a favor and hide me? I can't let Jin-Hyung find me."

"I need a favor; can you text this girl pretending to be my girlfriend? She won't leave me alone."

"Y/n, I need a favor!"

Despite the numerous favors Jungkook had asked of her, Y/n always found herself helping him out in any way she could. Why she did so, she couldn't quite explain. However, she had to admit that most of the time, Jungkook's requests came with some sort of consequence.

In their years of friendship, Y/n had become accustomed to Jungkook's appeals for assistance. But this particular request was something entirely unexpected, even for him. She continued to gaze at him, trying to make sense of his words and the gravity behind them.

As her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, Y/n contemplated their friendship. They had always been there for each other, offering support and lending a helping hand whenever needed. But this plea for a sexual encounter was uncharted territory, shattering the boundaries of their relationship.

Y/n couldn't deny the connection she shared with Jungkook. Their bond went beyond mere friendship, but she had never entertained the notion of taking it to a romantic or physical level. She couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden and audacious proposition.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Y/n finally found her voice. "Jungkook, I... I don't even know where to begin. This is... unexpected, to say the least."

Jungkook's expression was a mixture of vulnerability and desperation. He seemed genuinely earnest in his plea, but Y/n couldn't ignore the consequences that could arise from indulging him. She had learned from past experiences that Jungkook's requests often led to unforeseen complications.

"Please, Y/n," he implored, his voice tinged with a blend of urgency and uncertainty. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I need your help. It's for the Grammy's, and it's crucial for... everything."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Y/n couldn't help but feel torn. She cared deeply for Jungkook and wanted to support him, but she also valued their friendship and didn't want it jeopardized by impulsive decisions. She had always been his confidante, the one he turned to for aid, but this request pushed the boundaries further than ever before.

A million thoughts flooded Y/n's mind as she searched for the right response. She knew she had to be honest with herself and with Jungkook. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze, her eyes filled with both compassion and determination.

"Jungkook, you know I care about you deeply," she began softly. "But this is not a decision to be made lightly. It could have lasting consequences, not just for us but for our friendship and the dynamics within our group. Have you considered the possible ramifications?"

Jungkook's face fell, a mix of disappointment and understanding sweeping over him. "I... I hadn't thought it through completely. I just... I thought you'd understand that you'd be willing to help me when no one else could."

Y/n's heart ached at his words, knowing that she had been a source of support for him countless times before. But this request was different. It went against the principles she held dear and the boundaries she had established for their relationship.

Y/n and Min-Seo continued their intense sparring session, their bodies moving in a synchronized rhythm. The sound of their wooden swords colliding filled the air, creating a symphony of clashing echoes.

"Oh, come on Min-Seo," Y/n playfully teased, her voice brimming with confidence, as she observed her trainer fall to the ground once again. Adjusting her shirt, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I thought you were this badass, where is she at? You haven't been able to land a single hit."

Min-Seo, her competitive spirit aflame, wiped away a trickle of blood from her lip. Determination radiated from her as she pushed herself off the ground, a feral gleam in her eyes. “You want to see badass; I’ll show you badass.” With renewed vigor, she charged towards Y/n, her wooden sword poised for action.

Y/n swung her wooden sword at Min-Seo, aiming for her trainer's defenses. But Min-Seo was quick to block the strike, her movements fluid and precise. ““There she is,” Y/n murmured with a smirk. She retaliated with a rapid series of strikes, displaying her own prowess and skill. Y/n expertly deflected each blow, her body moving with a dancer's grace.

The sparring session intensified as their swords clashed with increasing speed and force. Their footwork was agile, their bodies weaving and dodging, each anticipating the other's next move. They circled each other, their eyes locked in an unwavering gaze, neither willing to yield an inch.

Y/n unleashed a flurry of strikes, testing Min-Seo's defenses. Their swords collided with a resounding impact, the force threatening to shake their grips. The exertion etched across their faces, they pushed each other to their limits, their determination fueling their every move.

Min-Seo countered Y/n's attacks with swift and calculated maneuvers. She weaved in and out of Y/n's reach, striking with precision and attempting to find an opening. But Y/n's agility and quick reflexes thwarted each attempt, her movements a seamless blend of defense and counterattack.

As the spar continued, both women grew increasingly breathless, their bodies drenched in sweat. Fatigue threatened to creep in, but they persevered, their focus unwavering. They were warriors engaged in a battle of skill, their dedication and passion for their craft evident in every strike and parry.

Y/n seized an opportunity as Min-Seo momentarily hesitated, her concentration wavering. With a swift feint, Y/n sidestepped and launched a surprise attack, catching Min-Seo off guard. Her wooden sword connected with Min-Seo's side, eliciting a gasp of surprise and a staggered step backward.

A triumphant smile graced Y/n's face as she pressed her advantage. She closed the distance between them, relentlessly driving Min-Seo backward with a barrage of strikes. Her sword whirled through the air, each swing calculated and precise. Min-Seo fought back, her determination undeterred, but Y/n's relentless assault was unyielding.

Finally, Y/n executed a sweeping low kick, knocking Min-Seo off balance. With a swift motion, she delivered a final strike, her wooden sword tapping against Min-Seo's chest, signifying victory. Min-Seo stumbled backward, conceding defeat with a nod of respect.

As they caught their breath, Y/n and Min-Seo locked eyes, their gazes filled with mutual admiration and camaraderie. The intensity of the spar had brought them even closer, their bond as trainer and trainee fortified by the shared dedication to their craft.

"You fought gracefully, Min-Seo," Y/n acknowledged, a note of admiration in her voice. "You always push me to be better."

Min-Seo, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction etched across her features, smiled warmly. "And you rise to the challenge every time, Y/n. Your growth as a fighter is truly remarkable. I trained you well."

The two women took a moment to recover, their chests rising and falling with each deep breath. The gym seemed to hold its breath, filled with the residual energy of their fierce sparring session.

It was during this momentary lull that Y/n became aware of a silent presence in the room. She turned her gaze towards the entrance, spotting Jungkook observing their bout with a mixture of awe and admiration. A fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she realized the extent of Jungkook's fascination.

Jungkook, captivated by the display of skill and determination before him, stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on Y/n. His admiration for her talent shone in his gaze, fueling her own confidence and pride.

As Y/n approached the edge of the mat, sweat dripping from her brow, she caught Jungkook's eye. The connection between them was instant, unspoken words passing between them.

"There's my biggest fan," Y/n quipped, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Enjoying the show?"

Jungkook's lips curved into a sheepish smile. "I can't help but be amazed by your abilities, Y/n. You never fail to impress me."

Basking in his praise, Y/n's confidence soared. She knew that she had earned Jungkook's respect through her relentless dedication to honing her skills.

As the training session drew to a close, Y/n and Min-Seo exchanged a final nod of mutual respect. They had pushed each other to new heights, embracing the challenges of their spar and emerging stronger as a result.

Y/n turned her attention back to Jungkook, her expression a mix of playfulness and curiosity. . "Impressed, Jungkook? I told you, this place is a gem."

Jungkook's gaze lingered on the state-of-the-art equipment, the pristine condition of the gym. He shook his head in awe, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This is amazing, Y/n. I had no idea your gym would be this... luxurious."

Y/n chuckled, wiping away the last traces of perspiration from her brow. "Well, I do like to train in style. Min-Seo has connections, you know." She gestured towards her trainer, who was catching her own breath a few feet away.

Y/n, amused by Jungkook's enthusiasm, chuckled lightly. "I know, right? It's a fitness paradise."

Intrigued, Jungkook approached one of the punching bags, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He flexed his fingers, testing the resilience of the bag before delivering a powerful punch that resonated through the room.

"I wonder if we could get something like this at the house or the company," Jungkook mused aloud, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Y/n's laughter filled the air, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Jungkook, as much as I'd love to see you work out in a gym like this, let's be realistic. With your busy schedule and constant touring with BTS, I doubt you'd have the time to make use of it."

Jungkook grinned sheepishly, understanding the truth in Y/n's words. "You have a point there. Maybe I'll just have to settle for the hotel gyms while we're on the road."

As Y/n moved to the cooling down area, Jungkook followed, curiosity shining in his eyes. He looked at her with a mix of admiration and intrigue. "So, how did you find this place, Y/n? And what were you doing here?"

Y/n smirked, teasingly rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on, Jungkook. Are you stalking my every move now? I regret ever giving you my manager's number."

Jungkook laughed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "No, it's not like that. Your manager mentioned that you were training here, so I thought I'd drop by and see what all the fuss is about."

Y/n chuckled, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind Jungkook's visit. "Well, it seems like you've arrived just in time to witness some of my impressive moves."

Jungkook's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Impressive, huh? Are you training for your Marvel Studios contract?"

Y/n's playful expression shifted to one of surprise, her mind racing to comprehend how Jungkook had obtained such information. The news of her involvement in a Marvel project had been kept under wraps, known only to a select few.

“So, what bring you here. Typically, you call me before showing up.” Jungkook stands still as he has his back towards her and takes a deep breath. Turning around to face Y/n, he smiles sweetly at her before clasping his hands together.

“I need a favor.”

“Which is?”

He was about to answer when a voice echoed through the gym, interrupting their conversation. "Jungkook!" shouted Hoseok, his tone a mix of annoyance and urgency.

Jungkook's attention snapped towards the source of the voice, his eyes widening as he spotted Hoseok storming towards them, his grip tight on a wooden sword. The air crackled with a mix of tension and anticipation.

Y/n exchanged a knowing glance with Jungkook, the corner of her lips curling into a wry smile. She had a feeling that this unexpected visit was about to take another surprising turn.

Hoseok reached them, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. "Jungkook, how many times have I told you to stay out of my studio?"

Jungkook's face paled slightly, his eyes darting between Y/n and Hoseok. He swallowed hard, a sheepish grin forming. "Well, you see, Hobi-hyung..."

Before he could explain himself further, Hoseok's impatience got the better of him, and he interrupted, waving the wooden sword in his hand for emphasis.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Jungkook!" Hoseok exclaimed; his voice tinged with exasperation. "I trusted you with my precious KAWS figurines, and now one of them is broken!"

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Hoseok's dramatic display. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, her voice laced with amusement. "Well, it seems like you've really done it this time, Jungkook. Breaking Hoseok's prized possessions."

Jungkook looked at Y/n, a mixture of guilt and embarrassment etched on his face. "I... I didn't mean to break it, Y/n. It was an accident, I swear!"

Hoseok's frustration softened slightly as he regarded Y/n. "You know Jungkook, he's always getting into some sort of trouble. That's why I had to rush here. I need your help to mediate this situation."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her playful smile transforming into a more serious expression. "And how exactly am I supposed to mediate a broken KAWS figurine, Hoseok?"

Hoseok's gaze shifted between Y/n and Jungkook, his voice pleading. "Well, you have great persuasive skills, Y/n. Maybe you can talk him into replacing it or finding a way to make amends."

Y/n sighed, realizing she had been inadvertently dragged into yet another one of Jungkook's escapades. She glanced at Jungkook, her tone teasing but with a hint of exasperation. "You owe me big time for this, Jungkook. I can't believe I'm getting involved in your broken figurine drama."

Jungkook nodded, grateful for Y/n's willingness to help. "I know, I know. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Before they could proceed further, curiosity got the better of Y/n. She couldn't resist asking the burning question that had been lingering in her mind. "By the way, which one of Hobi’s KAWS broke?"

Jungkook's cheeks reddened, and he shifted uncomfortably under Y/n's gaze. "Well, it was... um... actually, it was my most expensive and rare one."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her hand instinctively covering her mouth to stifle a gasp. "Your most expensive and rare one? Jungkook, you're in trouble."

Hoseok's expression transformed from relief to sheer horror. "What? Jungkook, you broke my most prized KAWS?"

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he took a step back, sensing the brewing storm. "I... I”

“YAH!” Hoseok yelled as he lunged toward Jungkook, wielding the wooden sword with determined resolve. "You need to learn your lesson, Jungkook!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with mock seriousness.

Jungkook pleaded for mercy, his laughter mixed with a tinge of desperation. Hoseok playfully delivered a few swipes to Jungkook's thighs, eliciting laughter and protests from both of them.

Getting up from the ground, Jungkook's eyes widened in fear as he turned on his heels, attempting to flee from J-Hope's wrath. The sound of J-Hope's furious footsteps filled the air as he chased after Jungkook, their commotion echoing through the gym.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, her amusement bubbling up at the chaos unfolding before her eyes. She shook her head, a mixture of sympathy and amusement. "Good luck, Jungkook! Looks like you've really gotten yourself into a mess this time."

Y/n and her trainer exchanged amused glances, knowing all too well the dynamics within their group. Hoseok's exasperation, Jungkook's mischievous nature, and Y/n's ability to find herself caught in the middle of their antics had become a familiar sight over the years.

As the laughter subsided, Y/n turned to her trainer, a wry smile on her face. "I guess this is just another consequence of being friends with Jungkook."

Her trainer chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, but it's also what makes your friendship so special. The unexpected moments and shared adventures keep things interesting."

Y/n glanced back at Jungkook, who was now catching his breath, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Rubbing between her eyes in disbelief, Y/n took a deep breath, trying to process Jungkook's unusual request. "Jungkook..."

"Please, Y/n, I will never ask for a favor ever again. I'll give you whatever you want," Jungkook pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

Y/n looked at him, her confusion evident on her face. She had grown out of her small crush on Jungkook as they became close friends, navigating their busy lives as an actress and an idol. Her feelings were a mess, but she cherished their friendship and didn't want to jeopardize it.

"Why do you need me to help you though?" Y/n asked, moving her hands away from her face and staring at him intently.

Jungkook sat down on one of the stools at the island in Y/n's kitchen, his hood pulled up. He gestured towards her, trying to explain his reasoning. "You've been to American award shows multiple times, especially big ones like the Oscars!” Nodding her head, Y/n takes off the apron was wearing and reveals the black soft longue slip dress from skims and of course, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare as well as she pulls it down a bit. Gaining some composure, Jungkook continues.

“The guys and I were talking, and what if Megan Thee Stallion finally wants to give me a chance? Or if I were to run into any major celebrity, I want to make sure I'm at least good."

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry," she said, still chuckling as she leaned back against the counter, studying Jungkook.

Once her laughter subsided, she tilted her head to the side, smirking. "First off, Megan would definitely go after Namjoon before you. Second of all, there are literally millions of girls who would love to help you out with this favor. Why ask me?"

Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and adjusted his hood, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed. "Because you have experience with these things," he said, his words stumbling out.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, amused by his flustered state. "Are you saying I sleep around?" she asked with a smirk, watching panic flash in Jungkook's eyes. "No, oh my god no. I meant that you know what American girls are like at these after parties and how they—"

"Jungkook, I'm messing with you," Y/n interjected, causing him to place a hand over his heart. "Don't do that, Y/n. Jesus," he replied, visibly relieved.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n studied him for a moment before smirking. "What happened to that American girl you were seeing? I'm sure you can call her, either fly her out here or meet her out there and do it. There's no one better than her to do it, plus you guys had sex before, right?"

Jungkook's gaze dropped, and Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer. "Jungkook?" she prodded when he mumbled under his breath, causing her to scoff. "Speak up, dude. It's an easy question."

"She said my... it was too big for her, so no. I can't call her. Matter of fact, almost everyone I tried to hook up with couldn't take it, so I can't really call anyone," Jungkook admitted, his tone serious.

Y/n burst into laughter, finding it hard to believe. "That's absurd, there's no way," she exclaimed, still chuckling. But her laughter died down when she saw the seriousness in Jungkook's eyes.

Shaking her head slightly, Y/n straightened her posture and cleared her throat. "Jesus, I never knew someone could be too big."

Jungkook leaned forward, resting his elbows on the kitchen island. "But seriously, why come to me for this? I really doubt that I can be of any help, especially if you're so big. What if I can't handle it?"

Taking a deep breath, Y/n considered the situation at hand. Her best friend, the International Playboy and Golden Maknae of the world's biggest boy group, was asking her to sleep with him for the sake of honesty and to avoid potential scandals. It was an unexpected request, but she trusted Jungkook and understood his reasoning.

Scoffing playfully, she pushed some of her hair back and leaned against the counter. "Who would have thought the International Playboy of BTS would need my help for something like this? Honestly, Jungkook, if you wanted to sleep with me, you could have just asked instead of making up this excuse."

Silence hung in the air as Jungkook and Y/n stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken attraction lingering between them. After a moment, Y/n took a deep breath and pushed herself off the counter, walking towards him.

Placing her hand on his shoulder, she gently turned him to face her and tugged on the drawstring of his hoodie. "If we're going to do this, it won't only apply to American girls, but how girls are in general. Understood?"

Jungkook nodded, his eyes fixed on her. Y/n let her gaze travel up and down his form, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. "Okay, whatever you say," Jungkook replied in his Busan dialect, causing Y/n to cross her legs and hum softly.

"Follow me, then," she said, tugging on his drawstrings one last time before leading the way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. The excitement within her grew as Jungkook followed, their footsteps echoing through the hallway.

Once inside, Y/n instruct him to sit on the bench that is in front of her bed, and she stands there. “So, first things first, how far have you gone with a woman?”

“I’ve only ever done it twice, but that was around the time of my 20th birthday.” He says, causing Y/n to sigh in disbelief. “Jeez, you poor thing.”

Standing in front of him, she gently pull down her dress, exposing her breast a little and she watches as Jungkook’s eyes widen. Just like Y/n, he always realized how beautiful of a woman she was, but didn’t want to ruin the friendship, however with her in front of him like this, he knew that things wouldn’t be the same.

At least, not on his end.

“Well, get nice and comfortable on the bench for me. Then I’ll show you a few things girls like and then we can fuck, deal?” Y/n says as she watches him check her out.

Nodding his head, Y/n smiles innocently at him and stand in-between his legs as he manspreads in front of her. “When you’re at a party, or event in America and there’s almost always alcohol involved, girls tend to get a little slutty. So, I’m going to show you what happens when a girl comes up to you when you’re at a party.”

“Okay…” Turning around, Y/n gently sit down on his lap and grind against him, causing him to jerk forward a bit. “Fuck Y/n,”

“It’s okay Kook, relax.” she whisper as she continues to grind against him. Placing her hands on his knees, Y/n leans forward a little as she continue and smile as she feel his erection get bigger by the second.

Maybe he wasn’t lying, it feels huge. Y/n thinks to herself.

“So, there are a couple of rules you’ll need to remember when a girl comes up to you, and rule number one…” Y/n says as she stops and turns her head to look at Jungkook, who sits there with his mouth slightly open, his eyes looking at her ass. After a couple of seconds, he looks up at her and cocks an eyebrow up causing his eyebrow piercing to sparkle a little from the light hitting it. “Make sure your dick gets hard.”

“I think I got that covered,”

“I think so too, but make sure you keep it hard.” Y/n goes back to grinding against him, causing Jungkook to jerk forward several times causing her to smirk at her best friends reaction. “Does it feel good?”

“Fuck yes…” He whispers. “While she’s grinding on my dick, can I touch?”

“Yes, you’ll want to touch her.” Jungkook places his hands on Y/n’s hips, moving her against his lap causing Y/n to let out a small moan. “Keep a nice firm grip on her, that lets her know that you’re into it and rule number two is to not to cum. Though it may feel good, you don’t want to cum to quickly.” Jungkook simply squeezes in her thighs in response.

I wonder how much longer he’s going to sit here and pretend like he doesn’t know what he’s doing before he snaps. Y/n thought to herself as she pushes herself a bit deeper into his lap. To be quite frank, Y/n knew Jungkook like the back of her hand and knew that he has sex more times than he admitted, especially in the time they have been friends.

Hell, its Jeon Jungkook of BTS. No one in their right mind would think that he of all people hasn’t had sex.

Feeling herself throb between her thighs, she turns quickly to look at Jungkook to see how he’s doing and notice his eyes darken, possibly because he felt it too.

Gently biting her lip as Jungkook places a little pressure on her hips and Y/n bend over a little bit more, causing her dress to ride up to the top of her thigh. “Now if she is really slutty, she’s going to start taking off some of her clothes.” She says as she lifts her dress up and have it hug around her waist, causing Jungkook to hiss slightly as he places his hands back on her hips. “Will they also not have underwear on like you?”

“Maybe,” Y/n say as she turns her head, looking at him with a mischievous look. “Do you do that often, Y/n?”

Jokingly rolling her eyes, Y/n gently squeeze his knees in response as she can see that he wouldn’t be able to take much more of this, so to end his torment for the time being she stands up from his lap. “Now at some point she’ll want to take this upstairs to a bedroom, or somewhere private.”

“Okay,” Getting down on her knees in front of him, she looks up at him as she palms over his very prominent bulge through his sweats he’s wearing. Jungkook sits up a little as he watches her gently play with the waist band of his sweats and I tug of it. “This is where it’s very important for you to be hard.”

Jungkook nods his hard, and Y/n slowly pull down his sweats along with his underwear. It’s then she gasps as his thick cock spring into her view. Jungkook wasn’t kidding when he said his cock was big, I now understand.

“I told you.”

“Yeah-“ Y/n replies as she tries to keep her composure. Reaching up, Y/n gently wraps her hand around it as she looks up at him. She watches as Jungkook tilts his head to the side and stares down at her as she leans forward to lick the tip and lapping up his pre-cum. Jungkook lets out some noises that caused heat to build up in between her legs.

This boy, she thought to herself. Y/n was thoroughly convinced that Jungkook isn’t telling the truth, but she also can’t deny that she wondered what Jungkook would be like in bed.

Leaning back and running his fingers through his hair, Jungkook lets out a small moan as he stares down at her. Smiling a little as she places a small kiss on his tip, Y/n opens her mouth and begins moving her mouth down, taking him whole. Or as much as she could.

Slowly bobbing her head up and down, Jungkook tilts his head back feeling him hit the back of her throat since she was fortunate enough to not have a gag reflex. “Fuck Y/n,”

Rolling her tongue around, she hallows out her cheeks, sucking and pulling him deeper into her mouth as his fingers find a way to the back of her head to push her down deeper, trying to feel more. Hearing him moan and whine, Y/n feels Jungkook move lower as start bucking his hips into her mouth. “Shit that mouth is fucking amazing,”

Humming in response, Y/n pushes the limit as she pushes herself deeper and feels her jaw aching as her saliva drops down her chin. Feeling satisfied, she moves up and turns her attention on the head of his length before sucking it harshly. Hearing him groan loudly, Y/n barely has time to react before she is being picked up off the ground and thrown on her bed, causing her to laugh.

I knew sooner or later I’d beak him, “you’re such a fucking tease,” Jungkook says as he pulls her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. Before she can respond, Jungkook captures her lips and places his hands on her face. Slipping her tongue in his mouth, she can’t help but moan a little as she feels his erecting pressing into her.

Releasing her lips, Jungkook quickly begins to attack her neck causing Y/n to tilt her head back instinctively. “Don’t mark me Jungkook, I have a shoot tomorrow and my manager is coming back.” Y/n moans as he begins to suck her neck.

“I don’t care,” He mumbles. Feeling his hand go up the material of her dress and him grabbing her breast, Y/n’s eyes roll back without her realizing.

There’s no way this is happening. She thought to herself as her hands move down Jungkook’s neck, to his torso, all the way down the hem of his sweatshirt.

After he is done with his attack, Jungkook attaches his lips to her’s once again but rougher than before. This kiss was pact with all the tension that was always between the two but neither wanted to confront it.

Pulling away, she looks Jungkook up and down and smirks a little before looking him in his eyes. Jungkook takes this moment to take off his hoodie which causes her to prop herself onto her elbows.

Admiring her naked best friend. What, you’d admire too if he was Infront of you.

“I see you got some new tattoos.” Y/n says as she shamelessly checks him out, earning a eye roll from him. “I see you still like being a brat.” He reaches down to tug at her dress, which she obliges to taking off.

“I’m not being a brat, it’s just you have lie- oh shit” Y/n is interrupted when Jungkook quickly spreads her legs and was between her legs. All it took was for one lick from her hole to her slit to cause her to gasp for air. Has it been so long that I haven’t been touched?

Feeling her toes curl, Y/n tilts her head back which causing Jungkook to hum as he turns to kiss her thigh. He reaches up to tilt her head up and smirks. “No, you’re going to be a good girl and watch.” Wanting to reply with something snarky, Y/n stops as he wraps his arms around her thighs to hold her down, his thumb massaging her sensitive bus as he continues to flick his tongue in and out of her.

“Fucking hell,” She moans as she readjusts herself on her elbows, watching him. Moving one of his hands from her thighs, Jungkook slowly pushes in a finger inside and his lips envelop her swollen clit, his lip piercing rubbing up against her. “Taste so sweet,” He mumbles as he maintains eye contact with her.

For the next several moments as you both stare at each other, Jungkook watches as she moans and squirms around his finger, enjoying her reaction. She’s so beautiful like this, he thought to himself as he adds another finger inside and foes faster.

“Oh my god,” All that fills the room was the sound of how wet she was around his fingers and her moans that were now uncontrollable at this point. Jungkook groans into the wet heat, as Y/n buck against his face, causing her to reach down and gently gran his hair. “Fuck kook… Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

Quickening his pace, Y/n’s back arches off the bed, thighs tightening around his head once his other hand lets go of her thigh and reaches up to palm her breast, tugging and teasing her nipple. “Oh god,”

“Come on. Y/n, cum for me.” That was all she needed to send her over the edge as her orgasm shoots throughout her body. Jungkook chuckles as he continues to help her through her orgasm before she started to pull away from being overstimulated.

“As I was saying before, you are such a fucking liar.” Y/n says as she tries catching her breath, watching him lick her cum off his fingers before standing up and pulls her into a kiss. “I never said I didn’t know how to eat a girl out,” Jungkook says in between kisses before moving down to her chin. She feels his tip brush against her slick folds, and she takes this moment to move her hips to tease him. Jungkook rests his forehead against hers as his tongue plays with his piercing. “Since you want to play this game, lie down Jungkook. The lesson isn’t over yet.”

Scoffing, Jungkook lies down against the bed as Y/n gets up and crawls on top of him. “Now this is typically when you ask a girl about condoms, if their clean…” She says as she looks down at him.

“Don’t you still have your IUD?” Jungkook asks as he looks up at her, causing her to raise an eyebrow. “How did you know about that?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I remember you telling me about how painful it was.”

Laughing a little, she leans down over him, her lips trailing over his collar bone. Once her lips meet his soft pale skin, she gently bites down, sucking at the area until she left a large dark bruise. Jungkook inhaled sharply through his nose, and she could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. Y/n moved her mouth over from the fresh mark she left and started to make a second one. “You’re complaining about me marking you, when you know I have stuff to do as well.”

“I still want to hear you ask Jungkook, you have to practice for the Grammy’s” She mumbles as she continues to leave yet another hickey.

“Are you clean and do you have a condom?” He asks as he tilts his head to the side, unamused. Smiling brightly, Y/n leans up from his chest, gently grabbing his length and slowly strokes him before she nods. “I’m clean and unfortunately, I am out of condoms. I would have thought you brought one with you.” She teases as she catches notice of Jungkook clenching his jaw.

“Y/n..”

“And to answer, yes, I still have my IUD in. So, we are good to go forward.” Gently biting her lip, she slides his length into her, stretching her walls and filling her perfectly. Y/n jolts as she goes down slowly, bottoming out smoothly as Jungkook’s hands grip her hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” Jungkook whispers as Y/n starts moving her hips in a circle, adjusting to his size. She can’t help but smile at the fact that all the dreams and fantasies she’s had about the maknae of BTS early on in their friendship are finally coming true. Jungkook gently squeezes her hips before they move to grip her ass and begins to rock her up and down. “Feels so much better than I imagined.”

“Oh yeah, you were imagining yourself fucking me, Y/n?” He asks, but instead of answering Y/n starts bouncing up and down slowly on him, grinding her hips in a circle each time he bottoms out. Placing both of her hands on his chest, Y/n moans out his name as Jungkook watches her. Clawing at her waist, he uses it to slam her down onto his length. “Fucking hell Jungkook,”

“Look so pretty on my dick,” he says as she racks her fingers down his muscled chest, guaranteed to leave marks. He moans at the feeling, speeding up the pace.

“Ah-“ Y/n says as she looks down at Jungkook and starts moving ever so slightly. “Now now, Jungkook. The lesson isn’t over,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, and he growls a little. “Y/n, stop fucking with the fucking teasing.” He takes his thumb, using it to rub firm circles on her swollen clit. Leaning down to kiss his neck, she giggles. “Until your honest, the lesson must continue.”

Without saying anything, Jungkook flips them over, so he is hovering over her. “Fuck the lesson,” he says before he thrust deep inside her, making Y/n’s eyes roll back. Jungkook watches her as his abdomen flexes as he begins moving fast, her body jolting all over the place. Y/n cries out as he leans down and locks his lips with hers again. “So, fucking beautiful,” He whispers against her lips as she reaches up and cups his cheeks. She feels as he pushes his tongue inside, licking into her mouth as she parts her lips to let out a breathy moan as he hits that spot inside of her. Never in her existence has she ever felt this good.

His tongue moves sultrily in her mouth as he pounds in and out of her, making Y/n pull back from him to catch her breath. “Please don’t stop,” She begs as her hands move above her head, gripping the comforter underneath. Smiling, Jungkook uses one hand to push back his hair before gripping her waist and begins to slow down to a tantalizing pace.

Whining, Y/n moves her hips the best she could before he uses his strength to hold her down. “Look who’s teasing now,” she says causing him to chuckle before speeding up again. Dropping his head to her side, burying his face into her neck. She tils her head back in pleasure as she feels a tight knot in her stomach, begging to be relived building up already.

Y/n moves her hands to his back as she drags them along his back from the extreme amount of pleasure she’s feeling. She must admit from all of her excursions, no one has ever made her feel this way.

But that doesn’t say much regarding the male population.

“Harder, make me cum,” She slurs as she feels herself so close, but instead of giving her what he wants, he pulls out of her and watches as she squirms from being denied. “Please, I’m sorry for teasing you, please.” She whines as he smirks.

Leaning down, he presses a small kiss on her lips as he reaches down to rub her clit. “Don’t worry, I will let you cum. Come here, get back on top of me.”

Nodding her head, Y/n watches as Jungkook lays down and once she is on his lap, he slides back into her. She looks down, trying to catch her breath as he bottoms out cmoothly causing her to gasp loudly as he moves against her walls. “Fuck Jungkook, I love your cock.”

Moving so she is on her knees with her back towards him, Y/n begins to move her hips, riding him to take him deeper. Puffing for breath as she speeds up, she ignores the ache in her limbs that had started to set in. moving forward, Y/n’s hands dig into her sheets between his legs.

Jungkook smiles as he watches her, putting on of his hands behind his head as he places the other on her hip. Y/n was a moaning mess at this point, and already feels the knot in her stomach growing bigger by the second. Noticing this, Jungkook gently pushes her down, causing her to moan his name out louder from the new angle.

“Come on baby, I know you’re so close. Cum with me.”

Fucking hell!

Feeling himself getting closer, Jungkook sits up, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her up so her back hits his chest. He brings his other hand down to play with her clit and begins to kiss her shoulder. “Cum with me, Y/n”

A broken cry escapes from the back of Y/n’s throat, finally feeling the sense of release as well as him twitching inside of her. Her body was on fire, and she feels uncontrollable as her thighs quaked. Smiling from behind her, Jungkook kisses her shoulder once more. “Absolutely love the feeling of you coming around me.” He whispers as she lets out a hoarse whimper.

Turning so that she could see him fully, Y/n leans in to lock her lips with his before pulling away and shaking her head. She says as she gets off of him and lays besides him.

Gently biting her lower lip, Y/n touched herself slightly, surveying the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Jungkook, panting slightly, leaned over to kiss her shoulder before rolling over to lie next to her, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Fucking hell," he muttered.

Y/n laughed, tilting her head to look at him. "You're such a liar. Next time, just say you want to fuck instead of making up an excuse."

"It wasn't a lie, I promise," Jungkook replied, turning to face her, a big bunny smile on his face. Y/n grabbed one of her pillows and lightly hit him with it. "You are so full of shit, they way you just fucked me said otherwise."

Scoffing, Y/n shakes her head. “I haven’t had sex since I was 20, my ass” She mocked, making Jungkook laugh.

Laughing at her playful gesture, Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned onto his side. "I do have another favor to ask you, though."

Raising an eyebrow, Y/n propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him expectantly. "Twice in one day? This must be a record. What is it this time? Round two? Keeping it a secret?"

Shaking his head, Jungkook took a deep breath and reached for her hand. "Would you please do me the biggest favor and go on a date with me before we go to Vegas?"

"A date? Are you planning on doing this with all the girls when you go to Vegas?" Y/n asked, her curiosity piqued.

"No, only you. I don't care about the other girls, only you," Jungkook confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "To be honest, I've had feelings for you for a while. Initially, I thought I could ask you for this favor without acting on my feelings but screw it. I realize now that I don't think I'd be able to find someone as perfect as you."

"It took you fucking me to confess your feelings," Y/n interrupted, raising an eyebrow. Jungkook's eyes widened, searching for a way to salvage the situation, but Y/n shook her head and continued. "No need to worry, Jungkook. The feeling is mutual."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jungkook smiled before leaning over to gently kiss Y/n. "So, if Megan Thee Stallion were to come up to you at the Grammy's afterparty and give you a chance—"

"I would tell her I have an amazing girl back home in Korea that I like very much," Y/n replied, meeting Jungkook's gaze. They locked eyes for several seconds before Jungkook pulled Y/n closer, allowing her to rest on his chest. "Besides, she'd go for Namjoon before me."

Y/n chuckled at his words, planting a small kiss on his chest. "Yes, Jungkook, I'd be more than happy to help you out with this favor. But we can't stay like this for long. My manager will be here any minute."

"Let her catch us," Jungkook whispered, his voice filled with mischievousness.

As Y/n smiled at his words, she realized that Jungkook's favors almost always came with consequences, but not all of them were necessarily bad. With a playful glint in her eyes, she leaned in closer, her lips grazing against his ear. "Well, if we're going to be caught, we might as well make it worth the scandal, don't you think?"

Jungkook's eyes widened, his face flushing with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Are you suggesting we take things to the next level?"

Y/n nodded, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "Why not? We've already crossed that line, and I have a feeling it's going to be one hell of a ride."

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