#bts x black girl
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How to Get Rid of Your Virginity; a one shot.
💘PAIRING: badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader
💘GENERE: College AU, smut, a little fluff
💘WORD COUNT: 4.6K
💘WARNINGS: Smut, smut, and more smut.
💘SUMMARY: You've always been the good girl who followed the rules but you're ready to shed that image and lose your virginity to the college's resident bad boy: Jungkook.
💘AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apparently, I really got into my feelings with this fic. A bit of sweetness at the end but mostly smut. I hope you enjoy!
Opposites attract – at least, that’s what your best friend, Elena, had told you. She had provided you with solid proof too.
“Just take a look around,” she had said, a cup full of vodka and cherry-flavored juice in her hand, motioning toward the various partygoers. She pointed out an art student cuddled up with a girl who looked like she belonged on the arm of a footballer. “That’s Taehyung. His girlfriend is the ‘All-American Girl’ type and he’s a huge nerd. But they’re in love.”
You nodded. “Okay, they’re the exception.”
She shook her head, taking a long sip, wincing at the burn of the alcohol. “Okay, what about them?” She pointed at Jimin. Jimin was your textbook Type-A worker bee. He was known to avoid large social gatherings like this but here he was, leaning against a wall, his girlfriend in his arms. He kissed her lightly on the neck before grabbing a hearty handful of her ass. “That is our resident party girl cuddled up with our best scholar.”
“He’s a fine scholar,” You admitted, and Elena agreed. “Okay, so what’s your point?”
“My point,” Elena began, taking another long sip. “Are that people from different sides of the track get together all the time. Cheerleader and nerd, party girl, and punctual pupil. Nerdy theater geek and super delicious bad boy.”
You were the nerdy theater geek she had been referencing and the delicious bad boy? That title belonged to Jungkook.
You glanced over at him. He was standing between Taehyung and Jimin, effortlessly chatting the night away. Jungkook had been on your radar ever since you started attending this university two years ago. He was an upperclassman, so you didn’t run into him often but when you did, you savored every second you got to gaze upon him. The man was beautiful. But make no mistake, this was not a crush. You thought he was sexy as hell, but you weren’t into him. You were a future Broadway star and Jungkook? Well, you don’t know what his future entailed but it was starkly different from yours. You were sure of it. There was no way you two would work out romantically.
You wanted him for different reasons. More carnal reasons. You wanted him to take your virginity.
But, while you wanted him, you weren’t sure if he wanted you. You didn’t look like his type – you assumed. But Elena was attempting to convince you otherwise.
“I just don’t think he’d be down for it,” you said with a shrug. “I mean, he’s not into girls like me.”
“He’s a man!” Elena said, her voice raised. You knew that was a sign that the liquor was kicking in for her. “He’s into any girl who wants to bone him! Go over there!”
Elena pushed you toward him, but you stopped, glaring at her. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, Jungkook, wanna fuck?’”
Elena nodded and gave you a blank stare. “That sounded perfect. What’s stopping you?”
You groaned. Of course, Elena would think that’s an acceptable way to approach a man but before you could protest, she was signaling Jungkook to come over. Your eyes widened, a mortifying feeling washing over you.
I could kill her, you thought, I could kill her and bury the body beneath the school’s theater.
Jungkook looked at Elena, a confused look etched across his handsome features. Then, he did the unthinkable. He began to walk over.
He stopped just short of the both of you, the wallflowers for the night, and smiled. “Good evening, ladies, how can I help you?”
Elena nudged you and you opened your mouth to speak but found only your pride, self-respect, and the last shred of confidence falling out of your mouth and onto the floor to be stomped on by a slew of drunken college students. Elena, noticing your mouth open and a dazed look on your face, rolled her eyes and blurted out, “She wants to fuck you.”
This is it, you thought, this is how I die.
But it wasn’t.
Because Jungkook’s eyes raked over you, a hint of lust clouding behind them, and smiled. “Oh, really?”
You nodded, fear and excitement striking into your heart.
Elena continued, “She’s been waiting to make a move all night, but she’s been too afraid to.”
Jungkook looked at you. “Consent is sexy, so I have to hear it from your mouth.”
You swallowed thickly, slowly nodding. “She’s not, I mean, I’m not –” You stopped, taking a deep breath. “Yes. Coitus is something I’d like to experience with you – I mean, if you’re up for it.”
He held out his hand. “Well, let’s go experience it.”
“Right now?”
“Why not?”
You looked between him and Elena searching for a reason as to why now wasn’t a good time to get your back blown out, but you couldn’t find one. Not a good one, anyway. So, you put on a brave face, took his hand, and let him lead you upstairs and into the nearest empty bedroom.
You didn't know who this bedroom belonged to as it had no signs of life. A basic dark wood dresser hugged the right wall, a few sports posters lined the walls and a simple full-sized bed with white and blue bedding sat in the middle of the floor. Jungkook took a seat on the bed, and you sat next to him, unable to meet his eye.
“Come here,” he said, cupping your face and drawing you forward.
He wanted a kiss, so you followed his lead, but your nose bumped into his. “I’m so sorry!” You said in a panicked voice. “I – I didn’t mean for –”
“It’s okay,” he said through a small laugh. Another attempt at a kiss was made but instead of bumping noses, you bumped foreheads. He rubbed his forehead, scrunching up his face. “Maybe we skip kissing,” he said, standing up. “How about this instead?” He began to climb on top of you. You readjusted yourself, hoping to make things flow more smoothly but you ended up kneeing him in the stomach.
“Fuck, I am so sorry!” You said as you watched him grit his teeth.
“It’s okay,” he said once again and rounded the other side of the bed. He took a seat and laid back. “Why don’t you come lay beside me?”
You nodded. You got up and laid down next to him.
“Why don’t you lead?” Jungkook suggested and you silently agreed that that might be for the best.
You began to get up but found your elbow stabbing him in the chest.
This was going horribly.
“Are you sure you want to have sex?” Jungkook asked.
“I do,” you said quietly, biting your lip. “I’m just really nervous.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. “Why are you nervous?”
You chewed on your bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. How do you tell one of the hottest guys on campus that you’re a virgin? A lonely loser virgin?
“If it’s me, then there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Jungkook said. “I’m not as experienced as everyone says I am. I mean, I have had sex with quite a few people – all safe and consensual of course – but I’m nothing like the lothario people say I am. I mean, I’m just –”
You cut him off. “I’m nervous because I’m a virgin.”
The room went quiet. Too quiet. Embarrassingly quiet. If there was a God, he would have taken mercy on you and allowed the world to swallow you at this exact moment. But no, mercy did not shine a light on you this day.
“And you wanted me to take your virginity?”
He seemed more surprised that you had chosen him as your virginity taker than the fact that you were still a virgin. Regardless, you nodded. “Yeah, I figured if I was going to lose it, I might as well lose it to someone hot.”
His cheeks flashed a crimson color. “Don’t you want your first time to be special?”
You scoffed. “First off, virginity is just a construct and secondly, it would have been special no matter what because it’s my first time and I was in control. Besides, I’ve got a bucket list to finish this year.”
Jungkook looked at you. “Oh yeah? What else is on your list?”
“Smoking weed. I’ve never been high before.”
And just like that, Jungkook produced a blunt out of his back pocket. “You’re in luck. Listen, I don’t think the sex thing is going to happen tonight, but I can smoke you out.”
You felt relief wash over you. There was still hope. He said it wouldn’t happen tonight not that it wouldn’t happen ever – hey, it may have been delulu but you were going to take it and ride off with it into the sun. You watched closely as Jungkook lit the blunt, taking a few deep inhales, holding it in, and then exhaling, coughing along the way. Your first few attempts at smoking the joint were failures but after the third try, you got the hang of it. You also coughed a lung out but the serene feeling that flowed through you a few moments later was worth it.
The blunt had been reduced to a roach and you and Jungkook were lying on the bed, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. You learned he was a film major and planned on moving to Los Angeles after graduation to pursue a career out there. When you told him you wanted to be the next Audra McDonald, he didn’t laugh or tease you like so many others had before. He thought your love of theater was cool and asked you a million questions about it. He found it impressive that you could hold such high notes while doing intricate choreography. Finally, a silence settled over the two of you as the green forced you both into an extreme high.
“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook’s voice was like molasses, thick and slow. Or maybe you were just so damn high that’s how you heard it.
“Mhm,” you hummed.
“What’s the farthest you’ve gone?”
“Like traveling?”
He shook his head. “No, I mean … with sex.”
“Oh,” you replied. “Um, I’ve jerked a guy off before.”
“Have you …” he began but trailed off. He turned his head to look at you, attempting to gauge your reaction. “Ever received oral?”
You shook your head. “Nah.”
“You want to?”
You froze, and a sobering feeling hit you like a pillow full of soap. The idea of getting your coochie licked sounded damn good right now, especially with the weed in your system. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I’d like to try it one day.”
“How about today?”
You could still feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. Well, shit. You had already crossed one item off your bucket list. Might as well cross another. So, you said, “Yeah, let’s do it.”
Within seconds, Jungkook was between your legs, lifting your pleated skirt to your hips and sliding your baby pink panties down. Your body froze as you felt a finger slide in between your slits. “A virgin who shaves,” you heard him muse, mostly to himself. A thumb began rubbing your clit and a gasp escaped your throat. Before you could say something else, his tongue was on your lips. Your … other lips. It darted out, parting your lips and flicking against your clit in a feverish way.
Your back arched in response and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had left your body. You found your hands gripping the white sheets as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue sliding in and out of your hole before traveling up and down your slit and finally focusing back on your clit. The sensation became a little too much and you squirmed away, hoping to ease some of the intensity but that only made things worse. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your thick thighs, pulling you closer, spread your legs apart further, and kept his hands gripped on your thighs, ensuring you wouldn’t be going too far. “Don’t run from it,” you heard him whisper.
You’re not sure how long he was at it but by the time your world turned white, you were making noises only a dog could hear.
. . . . .
It wasn’t in your nature to willingly be a third wheel, but the town’s annual spring fair was here and there was no way you were going to miss it. Even if Elena insisted on bringing her boyfriend, Felix. The night wasn’t all bad though. You had spotted Jungkook hanging with a few of his friends and the two of you waved at each other. It had been three weeks since the party and the two of you had kept in contact, texting each other funny memes here and there, sometimes talking on the phone late into the night but nothing more, nothing less.
As the three of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel, you noticed that the ride only allowed pairs. That took care of Elena and Felix but what about you?
“Can you believe that? Since when has the Ferris wheel been limited to two people at a time?” You turned around to face your best friend, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy using her tongue to excavate Felix’s mouth. You groaned. “Of course, you two would choose now to suck face.”
The line moved forward, and it was your turn to get on. The ride operator gave you a pitiful look. “You got a partner?” He asked but he knew the answer to that. Just as you were about to step out of line to die of embarrassment in a dark and quiet place, your knight in shining armor appeared.
“I’m her partner.”
Jungkook. Sweet, sweet, Jungkook. Sweet, delicious, Jungkook who smelled like heaven and was wearing a red button-up shirt that showed off all his muscles. What? Sue you for noticing!
Jungkook held out his hand and you took it, the two of you loading on the ride and strapping in. Elena smirked at you as the ride began. The ride slowly lifted you and Jungkook up a few feet and then paused, allowing Elena and Felix to board.
“Thanks for saving the day,” you said with a smile. “The Ferris wheel is my favorite ride.”
“No shit, mine too,” Jungkook replied.
Your eyes brightened. “Really? You don’t seem like the type.”
“What type do I seem like?”
“A coaster man.”
“I like coasters too,” he admitted. “But something about the Ferris wheel just calms me, you know?”
“Yeah,” you said. “I get that.”
“So, how’s your bucket list going? Cross off anything else?” Jungkook asked as the Ferris wheel began moving again and then paused, allowing another couple on.
“I have,” you told him excitedly. “Elena and I went skinny dipping two days ago.”
“Damn, I’m sad I missed that one,” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile. “Still a virgin?”
“Still a virgin.”
Jungkook looked at you, his eyes falling to your exposed legs. You were wearing a plaid overall dress and a long-sleeved white shirt underneath. You wondered for a moment if he was judging your fashion choices until he licked his lips and you saw the lust clouding his eyes. “Ever been fingered?”
You shrugged; a sheepish smile found its way to your face. “Only when you ate me out that one time.”
“But never in public?”
“Of course not.”
He looked at you, his eyes begging for permission and as the Ferris wheel began moving again, forcing you and Jungkook to the top, his hands found their way between your thighs. He rubbed your core through your panties. You felt him lean over, his lips brushing against your neck before peppering kisses across your chin. You couldn’t help but giggle as he pushed your panties to the side, and you felt two fingers slide up and down your already-wet slit.
You felt your heart beating faster in his chest when he slid a finger inside and used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. The sensation was quickly becoming too much for you. Especially in public of all places. But as the Ferris wheel worked its way down, you were as well. Your orgasm slowly washed away as the ride finally came to a stop, allowing you and Jungkook to get off.
“Thanks for the ride,” you told him and in response, he kissed your cheek and made his way back to his friends.
…
It was official: You and Jungkook were friends. Like actual friends. You talked to him just as much as you talked to Elena, if not more. You had met his friends and his friend’s girlfriends. You spent time at his apartment. He smoked you out at least once a week and the last time the two of you decided to go on an impromptu diner trip, the waitress mistook you for a couple.
That’s why it wasn’t a surprise when he accompanied you to the library today. You both had papers due and decided to study together. However, you found that the two of you didn’t get much studying done and instead spent most of your time together making jokes and trying to steer clear of the librarian’s wrath.
In an attempt to get some serious studying done, Jungkook suggested getting a table at the back of the library. As you followed him to the back of the library, you noticed a couple, deep within the library aisles, where students rarely went, getting it on. You stopped Jungkook, tugging on his sleeve. “Look!” You whispered. “Oh my god, isn’t that Jimin?”
An approving smile pulled at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. “Yeah. Ever since he met his girlfriend, he’s become such a horn dog.”
You couldn’t take your eyes off the couple. Jimin had his girlfriend leaning on a bookshelf for support, her pants pulled down to her knees and his face buried between her ass cheeks. You hated to say it but it kind of turned you on. Jungkook took your hand and pulled you along.
“He’s not afraid of getting caught?” You asked.
Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t think so. They fuck in the library all the time. That’s actually how they became a couple. He was her tutor.”
You felt a pool of heat settling in your core, forcing a weather change down under. “God, that’s hot.”
Jungkook stopped walking and looked at you. “You want to try?”
“You mean, fucking in the library?” The idea excited you, but you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to get fully plowed in public yet. “I don’t know about penetration but … maybe some head would be cool.”
Jungkook licked his lips. “I can’t lie, I’ve been wanting to taste you again.”
You shook your head as he led you further into the book aisles. “No, I mean I want to give you head.”
He stopped. “You sure?”
“Yeah, teach me how to suck dick,” you said and then cringed once you heard the words. “That didn’t sound as sexy as I hoped it would have.
He smiled, licking his lips. “Say less,” he pulled you into a corner and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers down but only slightly and produced his semi-hard dick.
“You’re already excited?” You asked and then realized this was your first time seeing his dick. No wonder he was known as the lover, you thought, grabbing it and feeling the weight of it in your hand. “Well, shit.”
“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, slowly dropping to your knees. He guided you lovingly on how to properly give head but also explained that everyone was different so the way he liked it wouldn’t necessarily be the way another guy liked it. But the way he liked it was known as the ‘vacuum suck.’ He wasn’t into the bells and whistles of sloppy head but preferred something nice and clean and something that felt like his soul was being sucked out of him.
And that, you did. Or at least you gave it the old college try.
You stroked his large dick, your hand running up and down his thick shaft as your tongue flicked over his head. Precum painted your lips as you attempted to slide his entire member into your mouth. It wouldn't fit and Jungkook didn't force it. Above you, he squirmed in delight, his hands threading through your dark locks, gripping ever so slightly.
“Touch my balls, baby girl,” Jungkook said through a low grunt. Your pussy does backflips at the sound of being called ‘baby girl’ but you can’t linger on that too long. Jungkook has your head in his hands and he’s slowly but surely fucking your face. “Agh … I’m going to cum …” He began to pull his dick out, but you didn't let him, instead you did something that you’ve seen countless times on Twitter memes. You suck harder and you kept sucking well after he came. You’d never heard a man squeal before but you’re sure that’s what Jungkook did before you finally popped his dick out of your mouth.
…
Summer was steadily approaching, the weather going from tolerable to the heat of the devil’s ass crack. It’s why Jungkook had suggested that the two of you head to the coast for the weekend. “It would be way cooler out there,” he had said, and you couldn’t argue. So, on a Friday evening, you climbed on the back of his motorcycle and the two of you headed off to the beach for the weekend.
As two broke college students, you didn’t have enough money to afford a fancy hotel, so you settled for a run-down motel room, but it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough. Jungkook had purchased every snack in the vending machine that night and the two of you shared stories over eight-dollar bottles of wine, BBQ chips, and sour gummies. After finishing off your second bottle of wine, Jungkook lit up a blunt and the two of you shared it, laying back on the motel room bed with the shabby television playing a novella in the background.
“Y/N, I think you may be my best friend.”
“I think you may be right,” you agreed, laughing.
“I can’t believe school will be ending soon,” Jungkook said.
“I know. What am I going to do without you?” you said, a genuine sadness reaching your voice.
“We’re going to stay friends. You’ll come visit me in Los Angeles and I’ll come visit you in New York. You’ll be there when I receive my first Oscar and I’ll be there when you get your first Tony,” Jungkook said with a smile. And you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Even if none of that happened, in this moment right here and right now, Jungkook believed it did and that’s what you loved most about him.
You always thought love was like an arrow. Shooting you in the heart, causing you to instantaneously know that you had fallen but looking at Jungkook in the darkness of this shabby motel room, you realized love wasn’t like that at all. Love was slow and easy. It was sweet. It was kind. It was a soft spring day. It was impromptu trips to your favorite diners. It was sharing secrets in your most special places. It was laughing to your belly ached in the back of a car. It was trips to eat your weight in sushi and then getting ice cream even though you swore you couldn’t eat another bite. It was wiping your tears away at four in the morning because you didn’t get the role in the school play. It was sitting up all night with each other watching the sun rise because he was too anxious to sleep. It was the perfect and it was the imperfect. It was nothing and it was everything. It was you and it was Jungkook.
And right here, right now, you realized that you were in love with Jungkook.
“Jungkook,” you said, looking at him and he turned his head, smiling that beautiful smile. “I love you.”
He stared at you for a moment, studying your features. A hand reached out and cupped your cheek. “I love you too, Y/N.”
You scooted closer to Jungkook and kissed him. It was a soft and sound kiss. Slow and sensual. And he kissed you back with just as much patience. Your arms and legs tangled together, and soon you found your clothes melting away. You felt his lips wrapped around your nipples, his tongue going across your stomach. His hands stroking your pussy with an excruciating softness. You felt his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips, the weight of his manhood in your hands and then in your mouth.
His body reacted with such pleasure as you gave him head. You sucked slowly, making sure every inch of his manhood was wet with your spit. Jungkook stopped you early, citing how much he still wanted to taste you so you laid you on your back and spread your legs, exposing your most sensitive parts but Jungkook shook his head. He guided you on top of him, and you lowered your precious gem to his face. He licked hungrily. Savoring every drop of you. His hands found their way to your round ass and groped the fleshy curves as his tongue dug deeper into you. An electric wave of pleasure washed over you, your body writhing in sweet agony.
As you lay down beside him, he got on top of you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “If you don’t want to go this far, we can stop right now.”
But you didn’t want to stop. You wanted this. You wanted him. You silently nodded for him to continue and Jungkook rolled a condom onto his hardened dick. He positioned himself at your entrance and quietly said, “Here we go.”
He started slowly. You felt an indescribable pressure in your lower abdomen as he continued to slide in but it wasn’t bad. It was just different. He used his right hand to play with your breasts.
His pace quickened. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as the pressure waned, and in came pleasure. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. This new angle forced a new sensation to bubble within you. It felt amazing but there was a heaviness to it that you couldn’t quite describe. His hand found your clit, rubbing circles on it as he began to fuck you faster. You didn’t think you could cum twice in one night, but Jungkook proved you wrong. A few short moments later, Jungkook’s face tightened, and he let out a deep grunt before falling on top of you. After a moment, he rolled off.
“So how was it experiencing coitus with me?” Jungkook asked, breathing heavily.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “It was amazing.”
“I’m just glad you didn’t beat my ass this time.”
You cringed, thinking of the night the two of you met. You rolled to your side, putting your arm around him and your head on his chest. In response, he put his arms around you as well, pulling you close.
“What does this mean for us?” you asked.
“It means that I hope you accept when I ask you out on a date,” he said, kissing the top of your head.
“I’ll have to think about it,” you said. “I’ve got one more thing to cross off my bucket list.”
“What’s that?”
You motioned toward the window in the room, outside of it, the beach. “Sex on the beach times two. I want to drink the drink while doing the act.”
With a smile, Jungkook got up and put on his pants. He looked at you, “Well don’t just sit there, let’s go have sex on the beach while we drink sex on the beach.”
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DADDY’S HOME. P. JIMIN !
pairing: military bf!jimin x black gf!reader
synopsis: imagine military boyfriend Jimin finally coming back home, oh all the emotions you’ll be feeling !
warning: contains smut and fluff , kissing , unprotected sex ( don’t do this ) , creampie , praising , both of y’all are touched starved ( y’all miss each other so much ) , reader is black coded , reader uses she/her prns. Let me know if I missed anything !
a/n: missing Jimin hours ☹️
SFW !
you couldn’t help but squeal with excitement as you hear the front gates open at the military entrance. Countless of men coming out with relief or happiness as they see their partner, family, or friends— you would’ve thought they just got released from prison, but you weren’t looking at them, you were looking at your boyfriend Jimin who came out last with his army duffel bag on his shoulder. “Babe!” You shouted, causing Jimin to turn his head in your direction, his stoic face turning into a bright smile seeing you running towards him.
“You missed me that much?” Jimin laughed as he picked you up off your feet as you bear hug him. “Of course I missed you.” You planted so many kisses on his face, taking in his scent and his look. He finally put you down, raising an eyebrow as you gawk at him. “What, do I look bad?” “No no, god no! You look…” your words fell short as you stared at him in awe.
His hair was growing back a little more, the short hair style really suited him, muscles definitely got bigger and let’s talk about the outfit choice. Black compression shirt with grey sweatpants and a simple silver chain on his neck that you gifted him before he left.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You smacked your teeth as you looked at Jimin again before playfully rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” Smiling from ear to ear, placing your hand in his, walking back to your car to grab something to eat and go home.
“I really missed you.” Jimin whispered kissing you on the lips before letting you drive off.
NSFW !
best believe Jimin is going crazy as soon as the sexual tension rises. Jimin wasn’t the only one touched starved for a year, you were going through it. No amount of sex toys or pre recorded voice messages could help you. Your craving grew stronger the moment you found out Jimin would be released today.
Perfectly sprawled out on the bed, back arching causing your chest to touch his as you moaned from the intense pleasure. He had to fuck you in missionary, he just had to. He missed the sight of your pretty face crying from pleasure as he feed you deep strokes. “You look so beautiful baby.” Jimin bit his bottom lip loving the way you clenched around his cock.
Gripping your love handles so tight that the pain was mixing with your pleasure, pulling him closer by the neck to kiss him deeply, god did y’all miss each other so much.
Bed creaking and skin slapping loud and clear in your room. “I love you so much Jimin.” You cried feeling closer than ever. Jimin lived for your whines, flipping you over on your stomach just to release another whine out of you.
“Yeah?” Jimin teases your hole by just putting his pink tip in that glisten with your essence. The whine you let slip past your mouth was so pornographic had Jimin’s eyes rolling in the back of his skull. “mhmm— missed you so much minie.” Wiggling your ass, Jimin hiss at the sound of your soaking pussy making squelching noises.
Mouth going wide as Jimin finally bottom inside of you. “Fuuck yes.” You moaned out, mind going blank as your ass clapped back against his pelvis. Jimin letting out a groan at the sight of your cum and his forming a ring around the base of his cock.
“Messy ass pussy.” Jimin mumbled to himself as he grippped your hips, fucking you into the mattress. “One year, one year of not being inside my pretty baby.” Jimin rambles on and on about wanting to be so close to you, and honestly, you can say the same— well not at this moment since your boyfriend is literally fucking you into oblivion. 
“I’m— Fuuck, I’m so close.” You whined out, gripping the sheets tight and moaning at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your soft thighs. “Me too pretty, gonna cum f’me?” You could feel Jimin’s cock twitch inside of you, moving your hand behind you to have him closer, Jimin smiled at the action as he moved his hand off your hip and interlocking it with yours. “I’m not going anywhere baby, don’t worry.” Jimin eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him so tight.
Jimin used his free hand to move to your center and rubbed your sensitive bud causing you to jolt from the sudden attention. “Let it out pretty, you deserve it..been waiting so long.” Your head was spinning, thighs shaking intensely as you came around his cock.
“Such a good girl.” Jimin groaned leaning down to pamper you in kisses, hips stuttering slightly as he felt close to his release. Using both of his hands to steady your hips as he came inside of you. So much cum entering you that some of it leaked out of you and onto the bed.
Jimin felt his body shiver as he moaned at the sight of his cum and yours creating such a mess as he pulled out slowly. A lewd pop sound as his tip pulled out. “Fuck.” Jimin looked up to see you ready to fall asleep. Lipgloss smudged on the pillow, edges sweated out, legs shaking, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body from the aftermath. Besides all that, you still looked beautiful in his eyes, planting a kiss on your shoulder before he got off the bed, still naked as he walked into the bathroom.
Aftercare is definitely a 10/10. He came back with a warm rag to clean you up and carried you to the bathroom so you could pee. You watched him run the bath water and added body wash to create bubbles. He looked at you with a smile. “You done.” Voice so sweet and caring, you nodded your head yes before wiping yourself clean and slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. Jimin held your hand and helped you into the tub.
He got in after you, getting behind you so you could rest your back on his chest comfortably. “This feels nice.” You smiled letting the soapy water cover your body. “It does.” Jimin mumbled as he moved his hands under water to caress your stomach until he reached your breast to massage them. You hummed as you closed your eyes leaning even more into him.
“I missed you so much.” You whispered, Jimin grinned as he looked at you. “Don’t worry, daddy’s home now.”
Laughing at him you opened your eyes to see him smiling as well. “Omg Jimin.”
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Spoil my baby girl summo ' / j.jk x black!reader
summary: Jungkook took you out on a flight to France, Paris for a vacation, and to show you that he's the only man who would ever spoil you til your rotten.
warnings : brat reader, obsessive!jk, a little arguing but it's quickly made up, thick!oc, black!reader, drinking, lots of alcohol, swearing, hard sex, rough sex, nasty nasty dirty talking, ass slapping, backshots, nasty positions, fem oral, cum eating, pet names (mama, big mama, baby, slut,) n for jk (big daddy, daddy, koo, kookie)
pairing : jk x black!reader
setting: cold weather out in Paris, cool wind that breezes, trees dressing the colors of bright yellow, orange, and red, tall buildings that look fancy with lots of glass windows
note <3 : wow, thank yall soooo much on that last post. Yall blew me up!! I never realized that being a black writer for BTS fictions would receive so much love, I truly appreciate it.
YALL READY FOR THIS ONE?? 👀
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Dickmatized
Myg X black reader
Tags/warnings: HAEGEUM! (Yoongi), mentions of human trafficking, talks of s/a (not by Yoongi, doesn’t actually happen), violence, degradation, rough, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, daddy kink, perjury, reader is weak in the knees
Word count: 3.4k
Minors DNI
Your legs are crossed, right over left; back rigid as you try to maintain your composure. To anyone else in the room, your behaviour would have seemed normal. After all, women crossed their legs all the time out of habit or politeness. It was nothing out of the ordinary….or it wouldn’t have been if your legs had been crossed for any other reason that to quell the throb budding in your underwear.
You were better than this. You were a strong, independent woman. You were one of the two partners of Park & Min. A lawyer, a ridiculously good one at that; with one foot in the underground crime syndicate and the other on the necks of every prosecutor in Seoul. In this city, your name had to hold weight for you to survive…and yours was heavy enough to burden tongues. You made sure of it.
You had spent years getting your shit together, yet somehow, all it took was one look from him for you to fall apart.
You had first met Agust back when you were nothing but a decoy for the Itaewon dragons. The Itaewon dragons were one of the most feared gangs in Seoul, run by one of the most unassuming men you’d ever met. They sold everything from party drugs to cocaine to people. That’s where you had come in.
“Are you sure you want to do this noona?” The man before you asked as soon as the door shut. “You could get stabbed, or shot, or raped…oh my god this could end so fucking badly”
His teeth worried at his lip, the metal of his piercing hit against his teeth but he didn’t notice. He never did when he got anxious.
You tutted at him and walked over to where he stood. You looped a hand around his neck, urging him to look down at you and used your thumb to pull his bottom lip from between his teeth.
“Breathe Bun,” you said gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back.
His shoulders sagged and he dropped his head into your shoulders. He took a deep breath, shuddering a bit when he exhaled.
“ I don’t want to do this noona, I don’t want any of this. I just want to go back to art school” he said with a whine, a petulant pout on his lips. You resisted the urge to coo at him.
“I know bun, but it’s only for a little while hm? Just until your hyung gets back right?”
“Mhm hm” he mumbled, not ready to lift his head from the comfort of your warmth.
“So just let Noona do this so you can get it out the way in time to finish your project hm?”
He sighed against you and wrapped his hands tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Time was going, but he needed the tactile comfort to ground him and so you let him have it for a few more minutes.
“Okay, now put your poker face on and let’s go do a drug heist Kook”
The plan was simple. You, Jungkook and the other dragons were supposed to meet up with some lackeys from D Town who had been interested enough in the “sexy foreigner” they had seen Jungkook parade around with to strike a deal with their mortal enemies. 15 kilos of pure white booger sugar for one night with you is what they offered.
It was insulting to think that they thought you had fallen for such a ruse.They knew that Seokjin wouldn’t have fallen for it, that’s why they waited until Jungkook had taken the reins. Jungkook might have been younger and less experienced, but he was no fool.
You would meet them and the specified location, demand a show of the product and then when they asked for you in return, the dragons would kill them and take the coke. It was foolproof, or at least it had been until the sky decided that it was the perfect time to burst and started to rain.
The dragons had the D town boys surrounded, guns drawn and pointed right at their heads. The sudden downpour had thrown everyone off-kilter and in the blink of an eye, you had found yourself with a knife to your throat and a gun pressed to your hip.
“LET HER GO YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT”
Jungkook yelled over the clap of thunder that rolled overhead.
“ONE MORE STEP AND I KILL THE BITCH AND YOU” the man screamed.
Jungkook froze in his spot a glare on his face to conceal the dread he truly felt about the situation.
The man started backing away with you in tow only to freeze when he bumped into a hard chest. The smell of newports and the tiniest hint of…tangerine? Hit you both at the same time and you felt the man holding you start quivering.
“Having a bit of fun without me Jaehyuck?” came a low, deep voice; words gravely as if he hadn’t spoken all day.
“N-no Ag- n-no sir” he replied, hands trembling so much that he dropped the knife
“Really? Because it looks to me like you stole my product and tried to buy someone with it…” he spat.
The heel of his boots clicked on the paved rooftop as he circled the man holding you.
“What are my two rules Jaehyuck?” He asked, no demanded.
“N-never involve w-women and children s-sir”
“Now unless I’ve completely lost sight in my right eye and my left one has decided to start playing tricks on me… that’s a woman you’re holding…is it not?”
The man let go of you immediately, falling to his knees to plead with the man looking down at him with utter disgust.
You should have grabbed the coke and run over to Jungkook while they were both distracted, but you just couldn’t look away from your dark saviour.
You watched enthralled as he reached into the pocket of his coat, and you braced yourself for him to take out a gun of some sort; only to be confused when he pulled out a pair of red chopsticks instead.
The man seemed to recognize the utensils though, in fact, he seemed terrified of them.
“Beg for forgiveness.” Said the scarred man.
“I’m so s-sorry s-“
“Not from me you imbecile, from her”
To his credit, the man did beg for your forgiveness with so much sincerity and desperation that you almost felt sorry for him. But Scarface didn’t care. He used his chopstick on Jaehyuck in ways you had never seen before, ways you hadn’t known were possible. It should have scared you, but you had never felt more intrigued by a singular person in your entire life .
And when he was done, he held his chopsticks out so the rain could wash them off, bowed to you and offered you the coke as an apology (not that you weren’t going to take it either way) and turned to leave.
“Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, a bit winded from the adrenaline pumping through your veins
“Agust” he said “Agust D”
🥢🥢 🥢
“Agust” (as you came to know later)had been in the process of taking over the D- boys when you had your little run-in with them. He was keen on changing the way things worked in the gang, determined to make sure his rule was never questioned or contested. Killing Jaehyuck for not only undermining his authority but threatening to jeopardise the partnership he had been working to establish with the dragons through Jin was his first step in doing so.
Now, 5 years later, Agust had the largest cities in Korea, Seoul included, trembling under the weight of his thumb. He had long since created an alliance with the dragons and went on to take over when both Jin and Jungkook wanted out.
He owned almost everything and everyone. What were once periodic whispers of his name became incessant screams, loud enough that everyone knew it.
Still, very few people knew what Agust looked like. Sure they knew his name, knew who he was but he rarely showed his face in public, the threat of his existence was potent enough that he didn’t have to.
Still, in Seoul, walls could talk and they loved to gossip. And so everyone knew that “Agust D '' had a scar over his right eye and could kill people with his bare hands and a pair of chopsticks. August’s favourite part of his partial anonymity was the theories about how he got his scar. Some say he got it in an underground fight, others said he had been cut with glass in prison and the truly bold suggested that he had done it himself. They were all wrong, but they were fun to listen to.
When Agust did show his face, it was usually in a setting like you were in right now. A conference room full of lawyers being debriefed on his latest transgressions and how they would be expected to handle it, had he ever gotten caught.
The funny thing about Agust is that no matter who he bought or for how long he bought them, he never recruited a police officer or any member of the judiciary at all for that matter. He loved the rush he got from winning a trial simply because he had a good legal team; that he had you on his team. He liked knowing that he could win fair and square There was something so fascinating…so attractive about the way that you made an airtight case against the prosecution, how you played the jury like a puppet master in your… in his favour.
To this day, you had only lost once, a petty crime charge of aggravated assault for one of the boys. It should have rolled off your back because he, like almost everyone you represented, had been guilty. But there was something about the way Jisoo looked at you in that courtroom as if she knew she had won before the trial even began, as if she was better than you that fueled your thirst to be the best lawyer Seoul had ever seen, even if just out of pure spite.
🥢🥢🥢
There was something about the way Agust could command a room that made you feel hot all over. There was something about the way he spoke, calm, collected, controlled as if words were nothing but a nuisance to him and he had made them his bitch.
His presence filled any room no matter how big or small it was and his demeanour was enough to make even the most insolent of individuals sit with their backs straight. Fuck, he made you feel the need to sit straight.
You tried to pay attention as he spoke, but your mind could only focus on how his plump lips wrapped around his words. How his tongue darted out at intervals to wet his lips, how his fingers twirled the chopsticks he held between them as he paced the room. You couldn't help but stare at his hands, hands that had done unspeakable horrors to scores of people, hands that had dealt unspeakable pleasures to you.
You’ve officially zoned out. You hear no words, no shuffling of paper; your brain blocks out everything that isn’t Agust or your memories of him so much so that you don’t realise that the meeting is over until the heavy double doors bang shut. Almost instantaneously, the smell of cigarettes wafts towards you and you look up to see him standing beside you.
You swallow thickly.
“How was the meeting Y/N?” he asks you, taking a long, slow drag from his cigarette.
“Good.” you lied “It was good.”
“Hm,” he hummed. “ So what do you think Dongshik’s chances are on that murder charge?”
You clear your throat. “ I have full confidence that Jimin can get the charges dropped or at the very least, get him out on bail” you reply carefully, praying you didn’t sound as unsure as you felt.
Agust chuckled before spinning you around in your chair to face him and leaning over you so that your faces were mere inches apart.
“Good try baby, but “Dongshik” is one of your paralegals, not one of the dragons. The only crime he’s committing is wearing that God-awful fake Dior cologne.”
Shit.
“What's got you so distracted, hm pretty girl?” he asked, running his left index finger along your jaw.
Your breath hitched. “N-nothing, I’m just a little tired,” you replied, clenching your thighs together.
Agust narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth forming a straight line. Unamused. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before he puts it on one of the ashtrays on the long table.
He looks you up and down, gazee burning against your skin as his eyes rake over you, arms crossed against his chest.
“You know better than to insult my intelligence like that don’t you Y/N?” he asks, clearly not expecting an answer.
He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “ You think I couldn’t see you squirming? That I couldn't see you clench those thighs for all they’re worth?”
His eyes were intense, just like everything else about him was but you fought defiantly to maintain eye contact with him.
“ I did no such thing” you retorted, much to his displeasure. He scoffed.
“You’re such a brat you know that? Such a big fucking brat.” he said shaking his head. “Stand up.”
You don't move, much to his annoyance.
He takes a deep breath and brings his right hand down to your throat, not squeezing hard enough to hurt, but applying enough pressure to get your heart racing and to know how serious he was.
“I’ll say it again once. Stand. Up.”
You obey this time, looking up at him as you rise from your seat, hand still wrapped snugly around your neck.
He releases you once you’re completely upright on your feet and sits in your chair. He taps the space on the table in front of him and you take the hint and sit.
He runs his hands up and down the length of your thighs and your legs part almost on instinct. He gets a view of your underwear, the dark red in the centre from how wet you were and hisses.
“See why you shouldn’t lie to me, baby? Because no matter what you come up with in that pretty little head of yours, your body will always tell me the truth, hm?”
He hikes your pencil skirt up to your waist and pushes your thighs further apart and your body arches towards him on instinct. He brings his head down to kiss at the sensitive skin and you barely hold back a scream when he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. He runs his tongue over the bite and you whine. He pulls away to look up at you
“What kind of behaviour is this hm? The big bad Y/N making such a mess on this table? Aren’t you a bit embarrassed to be reacting like this hm? Dripping all over me as if I didn’t fuck you senseless just yesterday.” he says bringing a hand to your core and pulling your underwear to the side.
You roll your hips forward and resist the urge to bring your hands to cover your face because he was right. He did fuck you senseless less than 24 hours ago, but Agust was more addictive than any combination of drugs he sold. He was toxic, mean…evil if you were to consider anything he did with your moral compass…but you needed him. He might have been cruel to everyone and everything else, but he was good, so, so good to your pussy.
He pushes a finger into you, the cool metal of his ring grazing against your walls. He adds another and your eyes roll back and your head falls back. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness making obscene noises as you clench around his digits. The pressure builds up in your pussy embarrassingly quickly and your orgasm is so close you can practically taste it. You roll your hips forward to meet every thrust of his fingers urging him to go faster. And of course, in the most Agsust fashion ever, he slows down.
He pulls his fingers out of you, your juices running down to his palm and he meets your eyes as he licks them both. The sight is obscene and incredibly hot and it sends you surging forward to put your lips on his.
The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues and the occasional clashing of teeth. It's wet and messy and it makes every nerve ending in your body stand on edge. Your hand makes its way around his neck and you pull away from him.
“I need you to fuck me,” you say simply. Chest heaving against the silk of your blouse, three buttons somehow missing from the expensive top.
He glares up at you and rips your hand from his neck.
“I don't take fucking orders from you” he spits as he flips you over on the table, face down and ass towards him. “But I'll give it to you just this once, and only because I want to feel you cum on my dick”.
With that, he pulls your underwear down and pushes into you in one go, ripping a scream from your throat as your walls struggle to accommodate him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough and punishing and you can't help the moans that escape you.
“Youre so fucking tight every. Single. Time.” he groans, punctuating his sentence with his thrusts.
He grabs onto your braids, pulling your head back so he could push his tongue into your mouth. His hips start moving impossibly faster, and you can do nothing but moan brokenly against his lips.
He brings his hand down to your clit and rubs it, and your eyes blow wide open and you scream.
“Yoongi please.” you beg.
His hips stuttered in shock.
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
Your eyes widen as you realise what had slipped out of your mouth. Agust had told you his real name years ago but you had never used it. Sure you had practised the way it felt on your tongue in secret but you had never felt brave enough to say it.
“I’m s-sorry,” you say in between moans
“Don’t apologize- fuck it sounds so good when you say it.” he moans out, picking his pace up once more “ Say it again.” he demands “ tell me who this pussy belongs to baby”
“YOONGI!” you scream, tears streaming freely down your face “ It’s all yours Yoongi please”
“That’s right. Thats fucking right” Yoongi replies. “I can feel you clenching around me, do you want to cum baby?”
“Fuck yes, Yoongi please let me cum” you begged.
Yoongi gives you one last particularly hard thrust and your entire body convulses as your orgasm washes over you.
“That’s it, baby, cum for daddy.” he guides you as he slows his thrusts down to barely their pace as you come apart around him.
His orgasm follows yours almost immediately and he spills into you, sending a combination of your juices running down your legs.
He runs his hand along your back as you go limp against him, recovering from your high and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and he pulls your underwear back up.
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As rough as Yoongi is with you whenever you have sex, his gentleness after the fact always negates it.
As bad as Yoongi was for you, he simply made you feel too good.
Deep down, you knew Yoongi loved you in his own twisted way, and you loved him too. But neither of you was willing to admit that out loud. Instead, what existed between you was an unspoken agreement of ownership. You were Yoongi’s just as much as he was yours.
Of course, you saw something more with Yoongi than just fucking him, and it would b unfair to say that was all your relationship was.
Maybe you would've brought it up if you weren't so enthralled by him. If you weren’t so distracted every time he touched you.
Yoongi was everything you did not tolerate, and yet you tolerated him so well.
Yoongi was nothing but death, sex and bad vibes.
Maybe you were insane.
Or maybe you were just dickmatized.
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[2:37 am] Namjoon x blk fem reader
I wanna eat pancakes for dinner. I wanna get stuck in your head.
Namjoon taps his pen on the pages of his notebook while he watched you moved about your tiny kitchen making pancakes. He did a doodle of you in the corner of the pages flipping a pancake and the pancake landing on your face. He wanted pancakes for dinner with you tonight. You were the best at making them since you worked at a pancake cafe downtown.
Lately, for Namjoon, things started to change when he looked at you. He thought of you a lot these days, more in ways than a friend shouldn't. Even wrote songs and poems about you that he would never share.
He wonders if he ever got stuck in your head the way you were stuck in his. He would compare you to a million things, but his favorite one being: “She's like lilacs blooming in the spring.”
Namjoon found lilacs comforting with their pretty smell, and you were no different from the lilacs. Whenever he needed comfort, he would run to you. He liked how his body would curve into yours when he finally hugged you and cried until his soul was empty, and he liked how your voice was soft and felt like summer.
You and Namjoon ate pancakes at the dining table. Namjoon had maple syrup dripping from his lips. You reached across the table with a napkin cleaning his mouth. “You've always been a messy eater.” You smiled at him.
Namjoon chokes on a piece of pancake only because he was taken aback by your smile. When did her smile become so pretty? He thought.
Namjoon wanted to say something, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and crossing lines he shouldn't.
But you were his friend and what could it hurt by telling you: “Y/n, your smile, It's really pretty like you.” Namjoon cringed at how corny it might have sounded. He stuffed pieces of pancakes into his mouth to avoid saying anything else.
You liked it, though. How he thought you were pretty. He noticed how you tried to hide your new smile by putting your head down a bit so he wouldn't see. He thinks it's cute.
A/N: I do take requests as long as it isn't anything smut. 😭
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Ohhh you know I had to stop by for these requests! I'm think bout BTS reaction to seeing you in a sundress.
You know I love that mind of yours!
Bet
Seokjin
He's wondering who you're out here trying to look cute for
Oh wait...him.
He needs to go put on something that matches
You can't be worldwide beautiful without the worldwide handsome boo
Yoongi
"Change."
Hoseok
This man is about to cry.
Because how did he get so lucky.
You're wearing the tight sundress he had bought you weeks ago and you finally said sun's out, tits out and he couldn't be happier.
Namjoon:
He'd probably buy a flowy sundress
Takes you to the park and has a picnic
Eats your ass food too
Jimin
Takes you to a place he knows
Might end up dancing and he'll literally swoop you off your feet
Might also start at your tatalinas
Taehyung
This classy man is gonna buy the classiest sundress.
Once you put it on, he's taking you OUT literally and figuratively
Jungkook
Do not let this man get his hands on you pooh
You're not gonna be able to leave the apartment 🥲
#bts#namjoon#jungkook#jimin#taehyung#yoongi#hoseok#seokjin#bts smut#bangtan#bts x black girl#bts x black reader
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Hush (J.K)
-pairing: jungkook x oc reader
-genre: angst, smut, thriller, and enemies to lovers
-rating: 18+
-warnings: death!jungkook, tattoed!jungkook, swearing, mention of death, mention of torture, mention of grief, sexual tension, oral sex, pentrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, and more tags to come.
-summary: Mahj had regular goals in mind: finish high school, graduate college, and become your own boss. Then He came around and showed her a bigger picture, and everything that was once normal to her is now out to get her. Every test thrown her way is all for their love but will the past and the ever nearing future keep them.
-author's note: This work is also published on my wattpad account under the same name so don't be alarmed if you think you've read it before, I'm just transitioning the story to over here too. The first couple of chapters are very old so bare with me for any errors.
I have already published the first chapters on Wattpad and will be releasing them on there and then on here.
1, 2, 3, 4 , 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 , 22, 23, 24
#bts#jungkook smut#jungkook x black reader#bts x black girl#bts x black reader#bts smut#jungkook fanfic#jeongguk smut#bts x plus size reader#jungkook x plus size reader#masterlist
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You’re 22 (jh x black reader)
•Notes•
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, hook-up, one-night stand, club au, smut
Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at a club…
Warnings: smut at the end, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)
WC: 2,258
A/N: I highly recommend you listen to “22” by JayO. It’s the song that inspired this one-shot so it’ll help set the vibes when reading!
Enjoy!
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The sultry melodic rhythm of the afrobeat-inspired song drifting through the club aided the movement of the slow wine of your hips. You were content being alone as your friends had scattered off throughout the night thus leaving you to find your own entertainment.
The club your friends had chosen wasn’t as bad as you had imagined. From your experiences, most of the clubs you visited were pretty shit. It was always hot and the smell of sweat seemed to permeate the dancefloor of every club, not to mention the gaggle of guys who didn’t understand what the word “no” meant when asking to dance.
But immediately upon entering this club you knew it was different. The aesthetic of the club, for one, was mesmerizing. The dance floor allowed ample room for dancing, the bar was decorated with colorful neon lights, and the music was absolutely immaculate. The DJ had been playing various rap and R&B songs that had everyone in the club dancing- including you.
Your body had practically started moving on its own as soon as your black strappy heels touched the floor. Your body twisted and twirled to the music, your eyes closing at one point as the beat from the speakers matched the pumping of your heart. But once your favorite song started playing by an up-and-coming artist your eyes fluttered open to take in the people around you.
Various glittery and silky fabrics surrounded you as people began pairing up with the other drunk and attractive patrons that swayed to the sultry melody. The atmosphere was sensual as the once flashing club lights dimmed and took on a Tyrian purple hue that overtook every other color in the building. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands encompass you, softly running along the glowing melanin of your skin.
You were used to men coming up from behind you, silently asking for a dance. If they were cute and you were tipsy enough, you’d let them. When you turned your head slightly to check out the man that had just approached you, you felt your heart stutter. This man was, for a lack of better words, hot as fuck.
His blonde highlights caught in the light of the club from underneath his long jet-black hair that slightly shadowed his slender eyes. His golden skin looked soft and smooth and his sharp nose paired with his heart-shaped lips completed his look. You couldn’t quite see his outfit from your angle but you could make out the silky fabric of his black shirt that had a deep v-neck cut that almost ran down to his belly button.
After properly inspecting him, your eyes flicked back up to meet his gaze from underneath your long eyelashes. His eyes seemed to track your features before a dark smirk spread across his beautiful lips, revealing his white teeth. You simply returned the smirk before turning around and pushing your ass into the man’s crotch and swaying your hips slowly over him.
The stranger took no time in situating his expansive hands across your waist, their heavy warm weight sent a shiver of pleasure through your core. He began moving with your body with practiced ease which you were eternally grateful for. Some guys would be all off rhythm and then kill the whole vibe, but that wasn’t a problem for the man behind you as he matched your tempo perfectly.
As you continued grinding, your hands found their way around the stranger’s neck, softly twirling the ends of his hair, pulling him closer to you. The man took advantage of the new position as he lowered his lips to kiss along the nape of your neck, the contact sent a jolt of surprise through you causing you to gasp softly which luckily went unheard due to the loud music playing.
His lips were soft and you reveled in the feeling by tipping your head to the side, allowing the man better access to your skin. You felt his breath softly cascade over you, almost like a ghostly caress before it was quickly replaced by his lips once again, this time traveling higher up your neck until you felt his tongue dip out to lick your ear.
You couldn’t take much more teasing.
With a swift turn of your body, you faced the stranger who was once holding you between his arms. A look of amusement fluttered over his face as his eyes glanced down to check out the rest of your outfit and suddenly you were glad you went with the new short black dress you bought with the thighs cut out.
Taking a step closer to the man you wrapped your hands back around his neck, pulling him closer to you until finally, your lips touched. It was as if he torched a fire within you as you were burning with need when you felt him kiss you back with the same intensity. He tasted like tequila and you were intoxicated by him, you felt his hands wrap back around you, holding you in place while you made out on the dance floor.
Breaking away from the kiss you took a second to catch your breath before nodding your head in the general direction of the bathrooms.
Luckily, your dancing partner seemed to understand what you were offering and with a short lick of his lips he nodded and the two of you made your way past the other club-goers and into a random bathroom.
Pushing him into the biggest stall, you wasted no time in slipping your hands under his shirt and feeling his hardening nipples, your lips lifting up to meet the man. He reciprocated the kiss while his hands snaked around you to grasp your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
Not wanting to waste any more time, your hands quickly left his firm chest and went to unbuckle his bulky belt.
“Fuck…” you whispered sharply as you fumbled with the belt, your hands too uncoordinated to take the leather material out of the loop.
The stranger chuckled darkly before gently grasping your hands, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he mumbled, “I got it.”
You’d be lying if you said hearing his voice didn’t make you extremely horny. His voice was deep and yet soft and you wanted to hear what he sounded like when fucking you senseless.
After a few seconds, he had managed to strip himself of his belt and unzipped his pants. You were quick to feel the hard erection he was sporting from underneath his black boxers and even quicker to grasp the man’s dick in your hand. You pumped him slowly, using his precum to help make your ministrations feel a bit better. Your thumb ran over the slit of his penis and a soft moan escaped his lips, his head bumping against the glossy tiled walls of the bathroom.
You took this time to admire the man’s cock, it was quite pretty, surprisingly. It was a nice length, nothing too crazy, and curved upwards. His pink tip shined from under the white fluorescent lights of the bathroom, his blue veins ran subtly across the shaft, and he was properly trimmed. You wouldn’t have minded having him in your mouth and you were sure he’d appreciated it but before you could propose the offer you felt the stranger begin to lift the fabric of your dress until it rested above your pelvis.
“Can I?” his question momentarily shocked you.
You looked up to find his messy hair spread across his forehead, his dark eyes tracking your facial expression, and his hands pulling you closer to him.
“You better.”
With a cocky smile, the man’s hand left your waist to run down your thigh, sending a shiver down your skin until you felt his cold finger connect with your heated core. You already knew you were dripping wet and that fact seemed to excite the stranger before you as his smile widened after slipping a finger inside you with ease.
You moaned quietly and leaned your head against his shoulder while hiking your leg around the man’s side, his other hand holding your thigh up. His slender and long finger slipped in and out of you at an achingly slow pace. Only after another minute did he slip in another finger, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him.
“Please…” you begged after a few more seconds passed. Your breath hit his blushing ear as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.
“Only because you were so polite…”
In an instant, you felt the man pull his fingers out of you which would’ve been a disappointment if you didn’t know what else was waiting for you. You were surprised, however, when instead of asking you to turn over, he wrapped his hands around your thighs and picked you up, cradling you in his strong arms.
You didn’t have time to even react before you felt him slip inside you with relative proficiency. You gasped when you felt yourself stretch slightly to accommodate him and when you felt adjusted you nodded to the man who grunted in response and began moving you up and down, establishing a steady pace.
From this angle, his dick was able to run deep inside you, and the feeling of him plunging into you was enough to get you moaning loudly in the (thankfully) empty bathroom. But truthfully, you wouldn’t have cared if it was filled with people because the way this man was currently fucking you was enough to alleviate any feelings or thoughts of shame.
Speaking of the man, through your own pleasure you were able to crack open your eyes and see that he appeared to be enjoying you as much as you were enjoying him. You squeezed him tighter as you watched him grit his teeth, harsh pants, and curses spilling from his beautiful lips. The muffled beat of the R&B song playing from outside accompanied your desire-fueled moans.
You felt the man suddenly spin and have you pushed against the cold wall but it didn’t stop him from fucking you as he brought his lips to yours. His tongue slipped out to taste yours and soon you were engaged in an oral wrestling match for a few minutes until you felt yourself starting to peak over the edge.
“I-I’m cl-close!” You moaned through the kiss.
“So…so am I. Where should I…?”
You forced your lips away from the man to look at him, you were sure your makeup was fucked up by this point but you did your best to look just as seductive as you did when you first entered the club, “inside.”
The man offered you a quizzical look, his pace slowing slightly, “you sure?”
You nodded, “I’m on birth control, it’s fine really. Besides…” you leaned closer to him, pecking his lips softly as you mumbled, “I want to feel you come inside me.”
That seemed to be enough for the man as a sharp smile crossed his lips. He began plunging inside you at a ruthless pace. You could barely keep up, all your senses honed in on the feeling of this stranger absolutely fucking up your insides. It didn’t take long until you felt yourself gripping him even harder as a blinding light overtook your vision. You had never come as hard or fast before as the pleasure inside you erupted into something almost transcendental.
It didn’t take long for the man to follow suit as a few seconds after your high his pace began to stutter until you felt him climax inside you, his warmth filling you up. You watched as he came, his head thrown back, eyes shut, and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His skin glistened from the workout and his voice echoed in the bathroom, his moan sounded so sexy.
As he came back down from his high his lips peppered yours before finally he slipped out of you and gently set you back down on the floor. For a second the two of you stayed entangled with one another with your arms resting on his shoulders, his arms still holding you by the waist, and your breaths mingling in the small space between you.
After a minute though he stepped back from you and began cleaning you up with the toilet paper he had grabbed. As he helped clean you up, from his crouched position you began fixing and combing through his hair.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” you heard him say, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.
You were glad your skin prevented him from seeing the blush that flowered over your cheeks as you responded, “I could say the same about you.��
The man chuckled before finishing up and throwing the soiled toilet paper in the trash. You both walked out of the stall and to the large bathroom mirror, inspecting your visages and washing your hands. You both knew you still most likely looked like you had a quickie but you didn’t really care.
After the man supposedly finished adjusting his clothes he turned to you, his hips leaning against the counter while calling out to you, “you wanna dance a bit more?”
The question surprised you, but you definitely weren’t against spending more time with this stranger and maybe after tonight, he wouldn’t be a stranger anymore.
With a bright smile, you nodded and took hold of his hand as he led the two of you out of the bathroom and back into the dim club.
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Anything CH 6
SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.
PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC
GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn
WARNINGS: none
WORDCOUNT: 5,838
A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 6. This one and the next are a little slow but we gotta do it for the plot! Also I feel the need to state that I in fact grew up listening to Super Junior so don't take anything in this fic TOO seriously. As always I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to interact and talk to me 🥰
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“Get up.” The chill from the AC bombarded Wynter’s body as she fought to pull the comforter back up. When she got it settled around her again it was yanked off of her, but this time Yoongi had discarded the offending material on the floor so that she couldn’t re-cover herself.
Wynter groaned as she opened on eye to peer up at the demon lording over her. His gaze was piercing as he waited for her to move. Instead of getting up like she knew he was hoping for she opted to grab a pillow and place it over her head to block out the sun. It was short lived as the pillow was promptly yanked off causing Wynter to groan louder.
What she didn’t expect was to be lifted off of the bed, a small yelp living her lips as she was unceremoniously tossed on the couch. She shot him a glare through her half sleep gaze as she tried to reorient herself to being vertical. Yoongi stood there patiently, jaw tense, as Wynter got herself together pulling her bonnet off letting her curls spill forward in a mess around her head.
“Yoongi, it’s too fucking early for this.” Wynter mumbled as she walked over to her alter to give thanks to her ancestors. Centering herself she rang the brass bell and lit an incense. Yoongi had been on this kick for the past few weeks of waking her up at the ass crack of dawn to get started in training. He was instance on getting her back to the basics. Quizzing her constantly and making sure her rootwork practice what up to snuff. Which it was in Wynter’s eyes, but not according to Yoongi’s standards.
She had been reading books on theology, wards, curses, spells, demonology, magical items, spiritual weapons, and various of “essential” knowledge that the little demon deemed necessary. Not that it wasn’t, just that waking up this early to study it was. Wynter was a zombie as she walked around the apartment checking the wards. Her magic lazy and slow this early. What she needed was caffeine, which was being held hostage behind Yoongi’s body which was leaned up against the counter as he observed her.
“Move,” grumbling she shoved him aside to reach the coffee maker. Her taste buds awaited the steaming liquid but as she poured it she could tell that it was ice cold. Wynter side eyed the demon as she slammed her cup onto the counter. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength the not punch him in the face.
Hanging her head she hovered her hand over the cup of cold liquid. The spell was easy, a simple ward and small incantation, it was the focus that threw it off for her. Wynter was great at throwing up protection wards. It was what she was tasked with at home. She was comfortable with them because after doing something for so long it become second nature. Other facets of magic, even different wards, were something she wasn’t comfortable with. Not being confident in her magic was her biggest problem and hindrance to her magical life.
Wynter knew that she needed to get comfortable using magic in her everyday life in order to move past her aversion to her own power. It was hard though. The wall she had put up between her and the ability to let the energy flow naturally was blocked. Magic that was yielded with hesitance and fear, was magic that was dangerous to all, including the person wielding it. Yoongi was trying to move her past it, forcing her day in and day out to use it in her life. Even if it meant warming up coffee.
Steam began to raise from her mug as she focused on the feeling of warmth she wanted the liquid to take on, focusing on controlling how much magic she let out. Yoongi watched her quietly as he monitored the flow of energy. Scorching liquid splashed up on Wynter and all over the counter and cabinets as the cup exploded. “Damnit!” Fustratrated, snatched up a rag from the sink and started cleaning up the mess - throwing the broken ceramic pieces in to the garbage. Yoongi silently assisted her in the clean up and warmed up some coffee for her.
“I’m never going to get it.” She scowled down at the perfectly temperature coffee. How he was able to do it so effortlessly aggravated her to no end.
“You just need to stop rushing it, and trust that it will work the way it’s supposed to.” Yoongi stated. “You try to control it to much.” Scoffing Wynter looked out the window. She knew that Yoongi was right. That if she allowed the magic to follow the natural flow it wanted to instead of trying to force it then she probably wouldn’t have to clean up coffee every morning.
“You have any news on Jiyeon?” Wynter wanted to change the topic, even if the topic caused Yoongi to let out a frustrated sigh.
“No. It seems as though she’s gone underground.” Wynter knew that Yoongi had been working trying to locate the witch who cursed her but every lead he had was a deadend. Her apartment stood empty and anyone he asked about her seemed to act like she never even existed. Which at this point, Wynter was even starting to doubt if the girls name was even Jiyeon.
“She has to be working for someone, which makes sense. But to go through so much to kill you and take you power is what’s bothering me.” Yoongi seemed to be talking more to himself than to Wynter at this point. She watched as his brows furrowed and his face pulled into his think face - little pout and all. He had been sending out all of the contacts that he had to see if they could gather any information about a low level witch who was working for a high level demon, but nothing had come back so far.
Wynter walked off to leave Yoongi to his mumbling and plotting. While she still was having problems letting go of her “control” issues with the flow of magic, she was improving on her ability to place wards on her body. She still had to do it everyday, so it took some time in the morning , but she just incorporated it into her morning routine. The one that she was happy she mastered was the mind block one. Living with someone who could read your mind was annoying on the best of days and infuriating on the worst. So as soon as she saw that it was thing she all but bullied Yoongi into teaching her.
Though living with the demon wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi did his share around their now shared tiny apartment, mostly taking over the cooking. Wynter doesn’t understand how she had become banned from her own damn kitchen but she wasn’t going to complain about the amazing meals coming out of it. Her regular diet of ramen and sandwiches thrown to the wayside. It also wasn’t as awkward as she imagined it to be living with a grown , and incredibly attractive, man would be. They had only walked in on each other twice in the bathroom which, while it wasn’t Yoongi hadn’t already seen on her, Wynter saw just enough to keep her up at night.
They left each other alone for the most part if it didn’t involve training or the curse. Yoongi had still yet to tell Wynter about the war brewing down below that he was now the official head of, but she worked enough that he could just go to his meetings and be back before she got home. He only needed her involved in one problem at a time.
Yoongi cast as glance to the side as Wynter opened the fridge, taking in her shorts and t-shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be looking but while he had promised himself to not think any further about the soulmate bond, he still allowed himself the occasionally look at her ass. “Do you know any wards to help stay cool?” Wynter pulled out some homemade ice tea and poured it into a reusable coffee cup to take with her.
Seoul had been hit with a heatwave for the past few days and it was making everything miserable, including her walk to Mikrokosmos. “Yeah,” Setting his empty coffee on the counter he walked over to where Wynter stood with her head in the freezer trying to cool off. When she heard him stand behind her, she reluctantly removed her head from the icey salvation. Taking his hand he placed it on her forehead and thought about the coolest spring day he could think off. What the breeze feels like? How it felt on his skin as the light chill spring air cocooned him.
“Thank god!” She groaned laid her forehead on his chest. The movement startling him a bit since he had been trying his best to avoid touching her outside of the normal amount. “Why didn’t you let me do it though,” Wynter’s voice came out mumbled from where her face was in his chest.
“Be serious. You exploded a cup a coffee, there was no way you weren’t going to make yourself freeze to death.” His chuckled rumbled in his chest causing Wynter to removed her head and look up at him. Eyes big and wide as she pouted a bit.
“That’s why I have you here to unthaw me,” she smiled up at him. Wynter had one of those smiles that lit up her whole face as she laughed. Tapping his chest so that Yoongi could take a step back, she thanked him and made her way towards the door. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag she chirped out a goodbye to Yoongi as she left.
The walk wasn’t as miserable as it had been in past days now that she had the cooling ward that Yoongi had placed on her. Wynter was annoyed that she hadn’t thought to ask him about it earlier that week. The store was quiet when she got in, but she could see the light coming out of Namjoon’s workspace in the back so she knew he was here. If today was going to be anything like the past few weeks had been she was sure she wouldn’t see the tall shaman until around closing.
Sighing she opened the store in silence and went about restocking some of the books in the back. Wynter was happy that the store was able to get back to what it was pre-fight. Between Wynter and Namjoon’s magic, they had been able to piece the place back together relatively quick, barring a few books that were destroyed in the fight. Since than though Wynter noticed that Namjoon had been keeping his distance from her. Only interacting when it pertained to the store or when he needed to re up her amulet.
Really the only Kim that would talk to her for any amount of time was Taehyung. All Jin did was see the youngest to the store with food and medicine for Wynter. She had apologized profusely for Yoongi hurting him, the red welt around his neck a constant reminder. Eventually he told her to stop and that it was okay, but his visits to the store and talks to her we less frequent and oftentimes short. She figured that both Seokjin and Taehyung were trying to stay out of the way until Wynter and Namjoon started talking again.
It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. Wynter valued Namjoon’s friendship and presences in her life and didn’t want to loose that. She had tried everything from food to asking questions about an obscure topic he would usually spend hours explaining to her. Yet, she had only receive short answers or the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Each time she walked away in defeat but today Wynter was determine to talk to the man.
One the few morning costumers had left, Wynter armed herself with her homemade sweet tea and ventured back into the workshop. The sweet tea had always been her trump card when she was in trouble. Now was it because of her immaculate recipe or her doing a small sweetin’ spell on it? Who could really say. All that mattered was that it never failed to sweeten people up and make a situation and conversations easier to navigate. Her knuckles rapted on the wooden door frame alerting Namjoon of her presence. Usually Wynter would just walk in but she didn’t want to overstep any of the new boundaries that had been put up.
“Yeah,” his voice was barely audible, but she heard it nonetheless.
“I brought you some of my homemade sweet tea,” Wynter said in a sing song voice. When she got no response so went on, “It’s a great cool and refreshing way to beat this heat.” Wynter watched as Namjoon continued working on whatever it was he was working on, not even sparing her a glance. “I figured you may be thirsty,” her voice trailed off as Namjoon heaved a sigh, dragon eyes looking up.
“What do you want, Wynter?” The cold indifference in his voice was jarring to her, but she understood where it was coming from.
“Well, the store is empty and I came back to see what you were up to,” she tapped the glass in her hand and she tried to keep the conversation going. “You know see if you needed help with anything.”
Namjoon regarding her for a moment before answer, “Well, I don’t need help.” The conversation was getting nowhere, especially not in the direction that Wynter needed it to go in. He had even turned back to his task. She knew that Namjoon was good at reading between the lines, so at this point it just seemed as though he was going to make her work for every single syllable she pulled from him.
Wynter was tired of tip toeing around him. With a huff she stalked over to his desk and sat the glass of tea in front of him. Pulling up a wayward chair and sitting down. “What would you like for me to say?” Her frustration with the situation bleeding out into her tone. “I’ve apologized I don’t know how many times. I’ve put in extra hours. I’m tried to start conversations with you on various topics. Brought peace offerings. Took my studies seriously. So what do I have to say or do to get you to speak to me?”
While her tone wasn’t the nicest she needed him to lay it out for her because she was losing him, her best friend. Namjoon shook his head at her outburst, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know Wyn.” Silence hung between them as she waited for him to continue. “What do you talk about with someone who betrayed you in various ways? Look,” his eyes soften as he took inWynter’s demeanor. Her figure closing in on itself. “I want to forgive you, and I do, I’m just finding it hard to figure out where to start rebuilding our trust.”
Wynter gave a curt nod as she racked her brain. She knew he was right, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve kicked Namjoon out of her life in a heartbeat. The fact that she still was even working at his store was really just a testament to how kind and patient he was. She understood that it was going to take some time in order to build their relationship back up but she at least had a step. Slowly she slid the glass over to him.
“I think I may have a way.” Namjoon looked at the golden liquid skeptical as Wynter explained. “This is my special sweeting sweet tea-”
“Isn’t all sweet tea sweet?” Wynter rolled her eyes at his interruption.
“Yes. But this one is special because it has a sweeting charm on it.” Before he could protest she cut him off, “It’s nothing serious, just a charm to help you see situation a bit better. Open you mind up to paths that you wouldn’t have considered if you were upset. I promise it doesn’t make you feel or think things you wouldn’t normally.”
Namjoon picked up the glass, the ice clinking around as he inspected it. “My mama would always give it to me if I was having a bad day or was mad about something as a kid. Completely harmless. See?” She reached over and took a sip of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she felt the world become brighter. Colors more vivid and her deposition that this conversation was hopeless shift into one full of prospects and compromises. It took a moment of him observing her but he must have felt like it was okay because he finally took a drink himself.
“Wow,” Namjoon smacked his lips as he peered down into the glass. “This is really good.”
“Is there anything that you want to know that could help as move forward? I cherish you in my life and I want us to get back to some semblance of what we had before.” She didn’t want to pressure him but she figured if she was tired then so was he.
“Are you really okay with him having you soul and power?” Namjoon stared directly into her eyes. It wasn’t a question that she thought he would ask.
Shifting uncomfortable in the seat, Wynter looked at her hands in her lap unable to meet his gaze. “Of course not! It’s actually terrifying , but,” She paused trying to collect her thoughts and words so that Namjoon wouldn’t misunderstand. “I feel deep down that out of all of the options that could have happened this was the best outcome.” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up into his eyebrows at her words.
Before he could interrupt she continued, “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m just being honest. I’m still going to try everything I can to find a way out of this contract but to be frank Yoongi is a really good teacher.”
Scoffing, Namjoon shook his head, “I’ve been trying to teach and mentor you for over a year. Are you saying that I’m shit at it.”
Wynter could see the hurt that was in his eyes as he posed his question. “Absolutely not!” She leaned over placing his hands in hers. “You are a wonderful teacher it’s just that you both teach differently. I still learned the bulk of what I know from you. Yoongi just has a more abrasive why of getting his points across,” she mumbled the last bit, still annoyed at being woken up so damn early.
“Truly, I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust and didn’t come to you with this sooner.” Wynter whispered softly. “I trust you implicitly but I didn’t show you that, so let me prove it.” The both sat in silence as Namjoon eyes moved across her face, seeming to try and gauge if she was lying or not.
“Okay,” Namjoon nodded after coming to his decision and squeezed her hands, taking note of how small they were in his. “You really want to find a why out of this contract?”
“Fuck yes,” Wynter laughed, bringing a small smile to Namjoon’s face.
“Well, it looks like I better get to researching-” Wynter threw her arms around the man before he could finish his sentence. Pulling him into a tight hug. Namjoon was too stunned to react right away but quickly wrapped his arms around Wynter. It felt nice to have her in his arms but he let go as soon as she did. “Um, let me reup your necklace.” He held out his hand for her to drop the amulet into.
Quickly she unhooked it and gave it to him. It had becoming routine for them in the past few weeks. Namjoon wanted to make sure that the amulet was always at it’s strongest, especially with a curse as strong as it was chipping away at the protection. He made sure to re-enchant it every few days. Between Namjoon’s amulet, Jin’s medicine, and Yoongi’s hovering, Wynter felt as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as knew, but she could tell that she was regaining her spiritual energy back. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she was at least up to seventy-five, which was enough to start training training according to Yoongi.
Wynter didn’t agree but the demon was unwavering in his resolve. If she could push back actually having to use her power until never she would. The thought of unleashing it filled her with anxiety and fear. Yoongi wasn’t wrong because she could feel the power that she tried to suppress bubbling to the surface, an unfortunate byproduct of everyone trying to help her. It wasn’t even something she had been knowingly doing.
The rest of her shift felt less awkward now that they had talked and flew by. “Um, let me know if you need anything,” Namjoon returned her necklace. “I’ll try and see what I can find out about breaking high level demon contracts.”
“Thanks again, Joonie!” Wynter stated as she gathered her things to get ready to leave, missing the blush that colored the mans face. She needed to get home in order to call her momma. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called as she rushed out the storefront. She didn’t get to talk to her momma often due to time difference between them, so when she could find a way to she took it.
Thankfully, the walk home was quick and the apartment thankfully empty, Wynter didn’t know where Yoongi went off to when she wasn’t around but she honestly did not care cause it gave her some peace and quiet. Her phone rang as she was warming up some leftover that Yoongi had left in the fridge for her. “Momma!”
“Hey, baby,” the honey tone of her momma’s voice soothed Wynter. “Is now a good time?”
“Any times a good time when you call,” the both chuckled at Wynter’s cheesiness. “How’s business going?” Her momma had a small shop in their town where she would take on clients to do some spiritual work for. It wasn’t lucrative but it did pay the bills and allow them to live comfortably.
“Oh, it’s going. Rev. Brown asked me to help him in some candle rituals this last week. Apparently, the congregation has been going through it!” The talked for a bit about the hometown gossip and how family was doing. “Right, Marcus asked about you the other day.”
Wynter’s smiled faded at hearing that her former friend had inquired about her. It was hard keeping her distance but she needed to. Wynter knew she didn’t deserve his thoughts, after when she had done.
“Oh baby,” she hated hearing the pity in her momma’s voice. “You got to let it go. You can’t keep denying you abilities.” Wynter snorted in response because of course she would say that. Her family had always seen her power as a blessing, when what it truly was was a curse. “You have got to not let it control you.”
“That’s easier said then done. You don’t understand what it’s like having this ability.” Wynter’s family had been filled with powers focusing on healing or prophecy and protection. Not her power though. She had a power that could create as much as it could destroy. A matter based power that allowed her to pluck things out of and into existence but since matter can neither be created or destroyed, anything she created had to come from somewhere. Wynter found out the hard way the bigger the creation the bigger the destruction.
A walking black hole is how she would describe herself. Slowly dragging things into her orbit and pulling them apart atom by atom. That’s what she did to Marcus and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking he would be dead too. So, no, Wynter had no desire to try to learn to control her power or train with it, but with her contract with Yoongi she was going to have to figure it out.
“I know I don’t understand the impact using your gift has on you, but what I do understand is that you not being able to control it is more my fault than yours-”
“Momma,” Wynter sighed.
“No, Wynter. If I took the time to learn more about you gift and trained you properly than you would be in a better place. So that’s on me.” Wynter could hear her mommas determination bleeding though the phone. It was the same conversation that they had every time her power would be brought up. Both of them trying to out guilty the other, leading only into silence as they both never knew how to resolve the problem.
Though this time Wynter understood, albeit reluctantly, that the solution lay with the demon she had made a deal with. Yoongi knew what he was doing and Wynter trusted that he would be able to stop her if need be. It was an uncomfortable truth admitting that she was using him as a kind of safety net that she knew Namjoon wanted to be for her. In order to be truly open to using her power she needed someone she knew would be willing to take her out if it became out of control.
Wynter hated that the only way she could see using her power was by knowing the death was the only way to stop her, but until proven otherwise that’s what she would go with. They spoke for a bit more after that, the conversation stilted but they would rather go through a million awkward pauses then hangup that phone. She conveniently didn’t mention how she made a deal with a demon to her momma, figuring she had had enough lecturing to last her a life time. Wynter knew it was only a matter of time until one of her ancestors dimed her out so she would just wait until she couldn’t any more.
“Well, I gotta go make this food for your father before he starts tearing up my house. He already done came in her twice with those big ol eyes of his,” her momma chuckled.
“Okay. Tell him I said hi and that I love him.”
“I will. Love you baby.”
“Love you to momma.”
The smoke in the bar was causing Yoongi’s nose to itch, ut he tampered down the urge to scratch it. He hated having to meet in places like this but this bar was the only one he was sure he had full control over. Solar had been a formidable ally to this rebellion and had graciously allowed him and the others to meet up to strategize there.
Moonbyul gave him a head nod, which he returned, as he walked by and down the hidden stairway that was tucked behind the bar. He heard his men before he saw them. “All I’m saying, Jimin, is that if it was me Shindong wouldn’t have been able to get away. You go to soft on them.”
“I’m sorry, but unlike you I was a little preoccupied with making sure I didn’t fucking die.” Yoongi made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the to two young ones still arguing while, Hobi watched amused and drunk his beer.
“Hyung tell him my job is hard too,” Jungkook turned to Yoongi with a slight pout on his lips and doe eyes imploring him to take his side. Jimin on the other hand looked ready to throw his chair at the youngest face.
“Both jobs are hard,” Yoongi mumbled out. “But unlike Jimin you’re not actively fighting.” Jungkook let out a gasp of betrayal while Jimin just looked smug. They continued bickering with Hobi’s encouragement in the form of snide remarks. Yoongi sipped his whisky as he took it in, not realizing that he missed this. The feeling of being around people who would do anything for you and vice versa.
All three men had followed him into the underworld without a second thought, committing themselves to a life in literal hell. Jimin was the best assassin that Yoongi had and Jungkook was right behind them. Their competition to be better than each other made them the best in the kingdom. Though at the end of the day they would do anything to protect one another. Yoongi couldn’t believe that in his long life that he had found folks willing to follow hims blindly into hell. Stupid if anyone asked him.
Taking a final sip of the amber liquid Yoongi cleared his throat, the table quieting down. Glancing over at Jimin he asked, “Updates?”
“I was able to gather some territories in the west but then Shindong started in with those fucking earthquakes. Everytime I would think I got far enough away I’d be hit with one.” Jimin ran his hands through his auburn hair. Yoongi grimace at the thought of the demons earth magic. It was handy in a way that he could just open up the earth and swallow you whole. He was happy that Jimin hadn’t fallen into one of the fissures Shindong opened up.
“I was able to gather about another legion or two before I had to fight him head on. Unfortunately, he got away by creating a rift.” At this Jungkook snickered. “When you’re staring into a bottomless chasm see if you don’t save yourself!”
“What about you, Jungkook?” Yoongi watched as the young assassin turned to look at him.
“I was able to injury Yesung and take a grab about half a legion from his territory,” he stated proudly. Fortunately for them demons are fickle with their loyalty. So if they are unhappy with the currently reign then they are easily swayed to whoever’s side will overthrow. Yoongi was just happy he had made a large enough name for himself to cause demons to follow him without pause.
He had always been good at domestic and foreign affairs, making it easy for him to create allies. Unlike Jungsoo who made enemies everywhere he went.
“Okay. Hoseok?”
The red haired demon looked over the brim of his beer and made eye contact with Yoongi. “I was able to take out Heechul and Eunhyuk. I know they were on your ass for a bit, but they like the rest of the ELF faction think that they’re infallible, which they found out that they are not.” The smile that he had on his face could be describe as sinister and Yoongi had never been more happy that he would never have to face his best friend in battle.
“I was also able to get some information out of them about some of Jungsoos plan,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not a lot to go on but it seems as though he’s power collecting. My opinion,” he stated frowning, “It seems as though he feels his power slipping and it’s trying to tighten the reins by outranking and outpowering any opposition.”
Yoongi hummed in thought and agreement, tapping his finger on the table as he thought. It sounded like something Jungsoo would do. It’s what ever fading leader or dynasty did to protect itself; lash out, becoming overly aggressive, and in this cause make mistakes. Power hoarding wasn’t unheard of but it’s something only bottomfeeder demons did, not something someone in Jungsoo’s position would do because it made them look weak, and that was something Yoongi could use to his advantage.
Smirking Yoongi’s tapping stopped. “We need to keep gathering factions and allies, but don’t engage any of ELF. I want them scrambling trying to regain the ones they lost. Jimin start a few rumors regarding them stealing powers, make sure they stick. Jungkook keep doing what you’re doing focus on the SHAWOLS faction, we need them on our side to turn the rest. Hobi,” Yoongi paused to run his hands through his hair, “figure out where these powers are coming from. We need to find a way to cut off the supply.”
The men at the table all nodded in agreement. The stayed for a bit longer, catching up and drink a few more rounds, not really knowing the next time they would see each other. They all knew that war was brutal and that tomorrow was never promised so they always made the most of their time together. It was a fucked up family, but it was their fucked up family. Yoongi, as always, was the first to leave, having reached his interaction threshold.
“Where are you off to, hyung?” Jungkook inquired, the alcohol making his face flushed. Yoongi knew that he would have to tell them about Wynter at some point but for know he wanted to just keep her to himself.
“Took a new contract-” the sound of disbelief and confusion went between Jungkook and Jimin. “Yah! I take them every now and then.”
“Taking on a contract in the middle of a war is an interesting choice,” Yoongi leveled Hobi with a glare. He was fully aware that dividing his time was a risky move but he also knew that having someone with a power like Wynter’s on their side would be useful. If he could get her to use the fucking thing.
“It was an interesting case,” he quirked an eyebrow challenging any of them to press him further. Hobi raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. Yoongi owed them an explanation, just not today. “See you all later.” He apparated once he made it out of the bar.
The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of the tv playing quietly. He was silent in his steps as he walked over to where Wynter was curled up on the couch. A half drunk glass of wine on the coffee table and a book laid haphazardly over her face. He still couldn’t understand how she could read with the tv on and still comprehend what she was reading.
A sigh slipped past his lips and he lifted her into his arms, taking her over to the bed. She made a small whimper as she got comfortable again, falling into a deeper sleep. Yoongi cleaned up her mess before crawling into the otherside of the bed. It had become routine that Yoongi would stay in bed with her as she was still waking up in the middle of the night having night terrors. He got little to no sleep this way. The warmth from her body a constant reminder of her presence next to him. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was torturing himself that this, but he knew that if it made her feel safer he would do it.
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BLUE ; a fluffy one-shot inspired by this short film.
The clock read 7:o5 AM.
Right now, Taehyung would be waking up. He’d be rubbing the sleep out of his eyes while belting out a lengthy and husky yawn. Then, he’d lay in bed for a few minutes, scrolling through Instagram or TikTok before finally deciding to get out of bed and get ready for the day.
Part of you couldn’t help but cringe, feeling a bit embarrassed by having his routine memorized down to the very minute. You didn’t do it on purpose. It just came with being his roommate for the last five years.
You met him at a dinner party seven years ago. Back then, you guys were fresh faces in your last year of college with nothing but time on your side. He was going to be a famous artist and you, a prolific photographer. It’s why you decided to move in together. There was no doubt in either of your minds that this would be your last true year together before your careers and lives took you elsewhere.
How wrong you were.
Your careers skyrocketed but you found yourselves becoming inseparable.
Your first apartment was a hole in the wall. A tiny studio with an even tinier bathroom in the heart of the city. The only thing granting either of you space was a thin white sheet you put between your respective mattresses. As crappy as the first apartment was, however, it was important to you. It was the place where you realized you were in love with Taehyung.
You and Taehyung spent many nights cuddled up on his side of the apartment, watching bad K-dramas, eating terrible junk food, and slow-dancing to Motown classics. On your side of the apartment, you taught him how to properly make mac-and-cheese, the choreography from the dance scene in ‘House Party,’ and playing the Brandy version of Cinderella until you both were reciting the lines out of context. That little apartment had become a little slice of heaven between two best friends.
Even though your careers had taken off and the cash flow was enough to sustain your own apartments, both of you decided to continue to live together. This apartment was an upgrade: two bedrooms, a studio, an office, and two and a half bathrooms. It was more than spacious but space wasn’t something you wanted from Taehyung.
You checked the clock again. 7:26 AM. He’d be getting out of the shower any minute now. It was time to put your plan into action.
This morning was going to be different. This morning, when you had your awkward bathroom run-in, you were going to tell him how you felt, and no matter the outcome, it was going to be great. Because even if he rejected you, at least you had gotten it off your chest.
Quickly, you rose from bed and began sifting through your closet and many drawers. What does one wear to a moment like this exactly? A robe? No. It looked too rehearsed, too staged. Lingerie? No, that looked even more contrived. Most women didn’t make it a habit to sleep in their extra-special-and-sexy lingerie. You looked down at what you had on: a simple white T-shirt and a pair of grey dolphin shorts. He had seen you in this a million times. You wanted to make a subtle statement. Something that would catch his eye but that wasn’t too obvious.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it. You had nearly forgotten it was in your room. Taehyung’s favorite shirt: A baby blue Chet Baker shirt that you “borrowed” two weeks prior when you forgot to do your laundry. You quickly took off your T-shirt and slipped it on.
7:28 AM. It was time.
You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to see a very wet but very handsome man making his way back to his bedroom.
7:29 AM. You flung your bedroom door open.
He wasn’t there. The bathroom door was open but his was closed, and you could hear the faint sound of jazz music slipping from beneath the door. You had missed your chance. Defeated, you headed to the shower.
As the water rained down on you, you began to doubt yourself. It was a foolish, stupid, idea to tell him you were in love with him. Especially so early in the morning. No, you’d wait until tonight to do it. Over dinner. At least, that way, his rejection wouldn’t hurt as much. You could sleep it off and forget it ever happened by the time morning came.
Besides, were you really Taehyung’s type? The man was quoted as saying he liked women who looked like Lily Collins and you were the farthest thing from a white woman with a model-thin body. You had rich brown skin. Thick thighs. Wide hips. A voluptuous body. You two were just friends. If he had wanted to make a move, he would have by now. As you began to rinse off, a familiar voice floated through the air to you.
“Y/N?” Taehyung said softly. You’re too startled to respond. Your name falls from his lips again as you hear the bathroom door open slightly. “Y/N? Hey …”
“Yeah?” You call out from underneath the water.
“I’m stopping by the bakery before work. You want anything?”
“You.” The word climbs its way from your heart into your throat, through your mouth, and slips past your lips without your permission. There isn’t a word for how mortified you feel.
A silence followed. You wished for the ground to swallow you up.
“What was that?” Taehyung asked.
You shook your head. “Blue,” you lied. “A blueberry muffin. I’ve been craving one all week.”
Another silence. Taehyung eventually chuckled and said, “Of course. Anything for my favorite girl.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You leaned against the shower wall and cursed yourself for being so silly. Perhaps he hadn’t heard you at all.
After getting dried and dressed, you find your blueberry muffin and a paper cup of coffee sitting on the kitchen table. You grab your breakfast and head off to your first photoshoot of the day.
You think about Taehyung all day. You call your assistant by his name. You bump into a wall while daydreaming about him. You space out with thoughts of making love to him when he texts you, asking what you would like for dinner. You realize that you’re going to have to tell him.
But not tonight. You couldn't. It just wasn't the right time. The momentum had been lost.
He’s on the other side of the kitchen, at a counter, seasoning the steak you two decided on. You have your back turned to him on the other side, cutting up vegetables. Taehyung begins to revisit your old college days, how much fun the two of you had, and how you ought to reach out to some of your old friends. Just as you’re about to agree with him, five little words find their way out of your mouth instead.
“I’m in love with you.”
Your heart drops. Taehyung is silent.
Clearing your throat, you say, “Olive juice. I mean – oil. We need olive oil. We should really try cooking our steaks in that instead of avocado oil. Mind putting it on the grocery list?”
“Mhm,” he replies and you can hear the soft thud of his feet as he makes his way to the refrigerator, scribbling your request on the large chalkboard hanging from it before he excuses himself to the bathroom.
You didn’t dare to turn around. You couldn’t face him.
Putting the knife down, you head to the fridge to grab a carton of mushrooms when you notice what he’s written on the chalkboard. Olive oil is nowhere to be seen in sight, but six little words are.
‘I’m in love with you too.’
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Hobi will come back Safely 💜💜 Army we love you ❤️ Hobi so much
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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐊𝐓𝐇
pairing: painter!tae x black fem!reader
synopsis 🎱: taehyung doesn’t tolerate your attitude, especially when he’s not in his right mind for his next painting. punishing you is the only way for you to know he’s serious about that.
warning: SMUT ! mdni , oral ( m receiving ) , filming ( with consent ofc ) , huge d!ck tae ( yes this is a warning ) , reader is black coded , dom!tae , brat!reader , brat taming , let me know if there’s more !
a/n: this was an anonymous request, also my first time writing smut so it’s probably trash, but hope you enjoy
Taehyung was an amazing artist, the art ideas he had in mind came easily to him, wrist moving swiftly as he painted on a blank canvas, but today was a bad day for Taehyung. He couldn’t seem to stay focus nor come up with ideas that seemed new and interesting. Everything looked the same leaving him more angry and destroying countless of canvases— left ripped or thrown all across the room.
Taehyung was busy mixing up paints in a container with aggression, grey sleeves pushed up and veins protruding on his hands and arms, and glasses on the tip of his nose. He was pouring his anger out on mixing that he didn’t hear your footsteps nearing the door, not until your voice stopped all his movements.
“You’re still going at it” Your voice came out in a sarcastic tone as you took in the sight of the messy room and your boyfriend standing in the middle. Your voice got stuck in your throat when taehyung only turned his head and not his full body, eyes boring into yours as his expression was blank. “What do you want.” His cold tone was nothing new to you, you knew Taehyung can be cold towards you— or anyone when he’s angry about his work not coming out the way he wants it to be, but that doesn’t stop you from letting your true sarcastic comments slip out from time to time.
Your feet thud against the marble floor on purpose as you moved closer towards Taehyung, slightly kicking the half used canvases out of your way. Taehyung hated when you thud your feet, always telling you to pick your feet up when walking. He eyed your movements before slowly looking up at you with an intense look— a warning look that you did not take seriously. First mistake.
Folding your arms over your chest, wearing nothing but Taehyung’s grey shirt that’s oversized on you. “You’ve been in here for five hours, you promised me you’ll only be in here for two hours tae.” Which he did promise, the sincere promise he made right after giving you a kiss. Taehyung sighed as he fully turned his body around to face you. Small container and paint brush still in his hand tightly.
“Y/N sometimes promises are meant to be broken, you’ll be fine. I’m busy.” His blunt comment made you mad as you rolled your eyes. He didn’t tend to be harsh with his choice of words, but the lack of creativity and your sarcastic tone was making him annoyed. “Then why the fuck did you make the promise in the first place tae?” Taehyung jaw clenched as he looked at you with a hard glare. The bratty behavior and talk back is something Taehyung never liked, especially when you cuss. “What I say about cussing?” Taehyung stepped closer to you, towering over your body, but you wouldn’t waver. Second mistake.
“Boy I don’t care what you said, it’s my mouth. Now like I said fuck you make—” The gasp you let out as Taehyung finally broke his calmness, throwing the container of paint and paint brush on the floor— thank god it was washable paint. He gripped your neck pulling your body closer to his as you looked up at him. “Baby I told you I don’t tolerate disrespect or you cussing me out, apologize and I’ll let it slide.” Taehyung’s tone was deep, deep to the point you felt your panties start to dampen.
The look he gave you was telling you to utter something slick again, so what you do? Utter something slick again. “I’m not apologizing for shit.” Third mistake.
“That’s it take it all.” Taehyung groaned deeply glancing down at you as he gripped the back of your neck holding you still as he fucked your mouth. Loud gaging noises was music to his ears. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” He smirked loving the sight of your tears pooling down to your puffy cheeks, spit and precum glistening on your chin and down on the floor, balls slapping on your chin repeatedly from Taehyung’s hard thrust.
“can’t bitch now, can you?” Tilting his head back, gripping the wooden table from behind him tightly as he bucked his hips. You looked up at him as you tried your best to breath out your nose, griping his thick thighs to slow his movements. “Nah, be the brat you wanted to be and take it.”
Taehyung’s girth had your mouth stretching painfully, but you enjoyed it. His tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you moaned around his length sending vibrations to taehyung’s cock causing him to moan. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He loved seeing your eyes filled with tears, made him weak in the knees. “S-Shit baby let me record you being good for me, hmm?” You nod your head yes as Taehyung stopped his thrust.
You could finally catch your breath as Taehyung slipped out your sore mouth. Cock drooping low from being to heavy to stand on its own. You hear him unlock his phone and pressing the record button. Gripping the base of his cock you stick out your tongue to let him slap his fat red tip on it. Pretty wet eyelashes blinking up at him as he slide back in, going back to his brutal thrusting.
Taehyung gripped the phone tight as he looked at the camera catching the pornographic scene. Biting his lip trying hard to suppress the smirk seeing you gag around him as he held you in place, nose hitting his freshly shaved pubic bone as he stuffed his cock down your throat. What felt like minutes he finally let go of your head causing you to pull back completely. Taking a huge gasp of air as spit connected from his swollen tip to your now puffy lips.
“You look a mess pretty.” You whimpered looking up at him breathing hard. He wanted to ruin you completely as punishment. Normally he would edge you on, but since you ran your mouth so much he decided to put it to good use. “Cock drunk already?” He slightly tapped your face with his free hand before gripping your jaw to look up at the camera.
“Apologies for being a brat baby and maybe I’ll go gentle.” Your hands rubbed up on his thighs as you looked up at him so pretty. “I-Im sorry for being a brat, it won’t happen a-again tae.” Voice practically raspy from the stretch, Taehyung smiled. “Good girl, finish me off.” He moved his hand from your jaw, allowing you to finally take control. His cock felt heavy in your hands as you jerked him off placing him back in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth.
“Oh my— fuck you’re amazing.” To be honest this is exactly what Taehyung needed, from all the pent up stress he had today, fucking your throat was the only option in his mind to release it. “Fuck baby I’m close.” Taehyung’s moans turns into whimpers as you pulled away to jerk him off faster sticking out your tongue.
“shitshitshitshit.” Taehyung’s jaw dropped as his eyes rolled back, stomach caving in as thick ropes of his cum splattered all on your tongue, lips and cheeks. You looked pretty to him.
Taehyung turned the recording off, placing his phone on the table behind him. He watched as you scooped the remaining cum off your cheeks and lick your fingers clean.
“You are truly amazing baby.” Helping you up off the floor Taehyung kissed you passionately, tasting his own bittersweet cum. The kiss was sloppy yet loving. “No more distractions, ok?” Placing a harsh slap on your ass you smiled. “Ok.” You giggled as he picked you up bridal style carrying you to y’all shared bedroom.
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Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with BTS x short black!reader (Short meaning like 5’2 in height and who’s from America with Trinidad and Tobago Caribbean roots/culture which includes the accent,food and of course Soca Carnival) who they date, want to marry and have children with in the future? ( You can choose how many kids each of them should have!)
-straight up loves everything about you.
-Your hair, your looks, your body, your style, your laugh, your culture. Everything about you
-Loves when you cook traditional foods for him. Enjoys it everytime
-Enjoys your company. Wants to spend every minute of his day with you
-Makes fun of your height
-tries not to laugh when you yell at him with your thick accent
-Always goes with you to celebrate carnival
-always has a good time watching you dance and celebrate
-Usually just sits back watches you have fun with the biggest smile on his face
-Turns you down when you invite him to dance
-Somehow you finally convince him and now your dancing on him
-All he did was stuff his face
“This is good! What is it again?!”
-Really enjoyed seeing you doing your cultural things
-Lowkey missed it when you two left to go home
-Talked about it everyday and how you two were going again
-Definitely started thinking of marriage after
-Wanted you guys children to be apart of both cultures
-Very much excited when you did fall pregnant
-Wouldn’t stop touching you
“Taehyung stop touching me!”
“Sorry… I can’t help it”
-There every emotion and craving
“Bae can you get me some hot Cheetos?”
“I don’t think you should feed our love child that”
-Immediately goes and get hot Cheetos(and more) after you attacked him with a pillow
-Stays up with you when the baby is keeping you up with its kicking
-Randomly asked how you felt about marrying him
“So, will you marry me?”
“Is this how you ask me?”
“…Yeah”
“Yeah why not?”
“Is that how you respond?”
-It was a very nice ceremony
-Wouldn’t stop crying and calling you his wife
“That’s my wife’s plate”
“My wife said she wants a Pepsi”
“Yeah my wife is having a baby”
-Still couldn’t stop touching you even at the party
-Wasn’t shameful or discrete about it
-Still made fun of your height even at the party
“Your dress is dragging”
“I know”
“It’s because your short”
“Okay taehyung” you say getting irritated
“I wonder if our daughter will be short”
“OKAY TAEHYUNG”
-Very excited when you went into labor
-was frantic while you were calm
-literally had everything packed and triple checked everything
-Held your hand the whole time
-kept telling you To be calm when he was STILL frantic
“Calm down babe it’s okay I promise!”
“Taehyung I’m fine!”
-Was very excited to hold his daughter for the first time
-Also cried when she started crying
-damn near wouldn’t let you hold her
-overall best girl dad ever
-you never made a bottle or changed a diaper
-but it was different with your second kid, boy was tired
-“Babe Tahari is crying”
-“Well go get him”
-“I’m holding Tatum”
-Still beat dad
-Type of dad to have one baby on the back and one on the front
-Holds both babies at once
-Likes to travel with your babies to both of your countries
-Feeds them Traditional food
“Eat it, its curry goat” he says pushing the spoon into your one year old daughters mouth who gladly ate it
-Dresses the kids alike ALL THE TIME
-“Taehyung they aren’t twins”
-“But aren’t they cute?!”
-Always matching family outfits. Color coordinated
-Overall very good dad and very good husband
@lelewright1234 I tried!!! I hope it was okay.
#ambw fic#black reader#ambw#black girls are beautiful#black reader insert#kpop poc#kpop#x black reader#x black!reader#kpop imagines#bts x black girl#bts x black reader
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𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
(Noun) -The return and growth of something that had come to an abrupt stop.
Paring: OT7 X reader (everyone dates each other including the members)
Notes: mc is bi, Jeongyeon X Jimin beef, mc has dated other idols, mc is explicitly black!, set in 2019, guest appearances from twice, Exo etc. Series! (Chaptered fic)
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (implied and explicit), misunderstandings, mxm/wlw content, morally grey (ish) characters,
Summary: In which it’s award season; Fans are voting, red carpets are being rolled out everywhere, cameramen are working non stop, and the boys are on a winning streak yet again. Nothing could ruin this
…or so they thought.
What happens when an argument puts them at risk of losing the one thing they never want to part with… you?
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A/n: Hi! This is a fic I started back in 2022 that has three chapters so far. I’m debating on whether to post and/or continue so let me know what you guys think!
#ot7 x reader#bts x black girl#bts#bts smut#bts fluff#bts jin#bts yoongi#bts imagines#bts namjoon#vmin soulmates#bts jungkook#bts jung hoseok
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Wives profiles
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
disclaimer: i do not ship these people in real life, this is just a fragment of imagination. understand that the way I portray these people in my story is not how they actually are!
MEGAN THEE STALLION as TINA KIM
⸻ WIFE OF KIM NAMJOON
AGE: 26 • OCCUPATION : register nurse • RANK : top bitch with or without her husbands status. • THREAT LEVEL: 10/10 (her hubby is literally the boss) • TROPE: enemies to lovers
KEKE PALMER as JASMINE KIM
WIFE OF KIM SEOKJIN
AGE: 30 • OCCUPATION : retired fish biologist • RANK: 2nd ranked wife due to the fact she's the oldest • THREAT LEVEL : 4 (hates the drama but she will sit back and sip her tea while the other girls dog it out) • TROPE: strangers to lovers
SZA as DIAMOND MIN
WIFE OF MIN YOONGI
AGE: 28 OCCUPATION: pole dancer,retired scammer, on-going thief • RANK: 4th (it's be lower if she didn't stab yoongi and taze jungkook before) • THREAT LEVEL : 10/10 (her mouth lethal, she loves knife and tazers.) • TROPE: enemies to lovers
DOJA CAT as QUINN JUNG
WIFE OF JUNG HOSEOK
AGE: 27 • OCCUPATION: choreographer • RANK: 6 • THREAT LEVEL : 5/10 (there's really no explanation she's just not the type of person you wanna provoke) • TROPE: friends to lovers
CHLOE BAILEY as ATHENA PARK
WIFE OF PARK JIMIN
AGE: 26 • RANK: 4th • THREAT LEVEL: 9/10 (tried to kill jimin on multiple occasions and punched namjoon once.) • TROPE: stranger/enemies to lovers
NORMANI KORDEI as TIANA KIM
WIFE OF KIM TAEHYUNG
AGE: 25 • OCCUPATION: singer at winter bear nightclub • RANK: 3rd • THREAT LEVEL: 8/10 • TROPE: strangers to lovers
HALLE BAILEY as ARIEL JEON
WIFE OF JEON JUNGKOOK
AGE: 19 • OCCUPATION: none • RANK: 7th • THREAT LEVEL: 1/10 • TROPE: arranged marriage
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BTS reacting to you watching braid tutorials (and failing to do them)
Seokjin
Tries his best to help you
Ends up just bringing you food so you can feel better about yourself
May also pay for you to just get it done
Yoongi
“babe, you know you need someone else to do your hair”
“These hoes are getting expensive, so I have to learn.”
“Probably expensive because people like you are fucking up your hair.”
queue a pillow fight
Hoseok
OOf
Hobi will just call one of your sisters or aunties cuz chile what are you doing?
Namjoon
Pauses the video multiple times to ask you a question
"Why are they called cornrows?"
"They literally explain it right after this Joon."
"OK but why is satin better cotton pillows?"
"Joon."
"OK but here me out... you know damn well you not about to do that."
"Bitch..."
Jimin
*will no doubt hold up a mirror as you try to braid the back of your hair*
"It's getting a little crooked back here. You want me to help straighten it?"
"Please."
Taehyung
Had bought the hair for you, multiple hair packets just in case you wanted to start over
Probably even helped you wash your hair 😊
Will try to follow along with the instructions with you
Jungkook:
Baby don't let this man anytea where near your scalp.
You will end up with a mullet or a bowl cut. Or end up looking like KiKi from Kiki Delivery Service. Don't do it babe.
If you can't do it, and he can't do it, find somebody else.
#bts#bts x black girl#bts x black reader#namjoon#jimin#yoongi#seokjin#jungkook#taehyung#hoseok#bts reaction
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