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Girl Crush - MYG
Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.
Read the follow-up drabble, Afterglow.
Pairing: Husband!Yoongi X Wife!Reader
Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au, arrange marriage au
Wordcount: 1.5k+
Summary: It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.
Based on Girl Crush by Harry Styles (Cover).
Warnings: unhappy marriage, unrequited love, yoongi loves someone else. this is very painful.
Minors are not allowed in this blog!!
A/N: I had this idea sitting on my head for a long time now. Thanks to @jimintaemin for requesting this and giving me a chance of writing this. This is very angsty just as you wanted. Hope you like this. Hit me back with your feedback!:)
“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but
I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”
“I assume you already know that this is a marriage of convenience, a negotiation between two companies. And I hope you will not expect anything from me. As long as it’s about responsibilities, I am okay with those. But don’t expect anything more.” Min Yoongi had said, cold and stoic, as if not conversing but stating some flat facts related to stock prices.
He was not wrong. Whatever he had said are indeed facts and there was nothing you didn’t already know.
So you stood there, standing as still as a porcelain doll, ready to fall and break at any given moment.
“And just so you know… I have someone.” he finished, diverting his eyes from you even though he never really looked at you properly.
Although you were glad that he didn’t. You were more than happy that he didn’t witness tears rolling down your face, gathering below your chin and dropping down at the immaculate fabric of your wedding gown.
Do tears leave stains? You hoped that was not the case.
It’s not that you pictured a fairytale married life for you. You know arranged marriages come with more cons than pros. You knew you would have to pay the price.. but at the same time you had no choice. You were even more reluctant to do anything because it was him.
It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.
It was foolish for you to expect a man of his stature would not have someone to love, to be loved by. And it was even more foolish for you to think, you can be his wife, a real one.. and lead a life with him.
However, now you know it’s impossible. And the realization made you feel helpless, caged and broken.
“I won’t expect anything, I promise, but in return… Can we at least be friends? It will make things easy for both of us.” you’d uttered upon managing your voice and emotions.
Only then he looked at you, like really looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, he’d said “sure.”
That was the moment you realized you had a girl crush. And it was the woman who managed to make Yoongi, your husband, fall in love.
“I got it real bad.. Want everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh.. She's giving you now.”
You thought, you would be angry. You thought every possible darkness would cover your senses, when you’d meet her for the first time.
But wrong… you were.
You had so many prejudices about this woman and you hated her with every drop of blood your body owns but all of it evaporated in thin air when she smiled at you standing right at your and yoongi’s door.
She is beautiful, she is kind, she is loveable… and maybe everything else you can’t ever be.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. I never thought I was going to see Yoongi ever again.” she’d murmured as she stood close to you in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you three.
You had stared into her eyes then.. Trying to find mockery and a hint of brazen victory telling you, “you’re only his paper wife. I own his heart.”
But again.. Again you were disappointed.
In her eyes, there was no mockery, no pretense, no dishonesty.. Rather only understanding and kindness. Only then you understood why Yoongi loves her so much.
Why will it never be you and always be her.
That night as you stood at the balcony, enjoying the stinging sensation cold wind brought to you, you heard them laughing.
It was the first time you heard Min Yoongi laughing. Even though faint and muffled, you could still sense his happiness through the sound.
Min Yoongi was finally happy... for the first time since the wedding ceremony... and you were not the reason.
All of a sudden, you were jealous again, even though you were not sure if you had the right or not.
“I want to taste her lips… Yeah, 'cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself… In a bottle of her perfume”
You didn’t know what you were thinking when you invited her to your and Yoongi’s honeymoon.
Both of your and his parents have been pestering you to set out for the trip. You have been using excessive workload as the excuse and you assumed Yoongi to do the same.
But a week ago, everything went south when Yoongi had a fight with his father. As a result, flights were booked, accommodations were chosen and you two were notified only two days prior.
That night, Yoongi didn’t come back home. And when he did, he didn’t speak a single word to you.
The visible frown on his forehead and the cold aura that oozed from him, made you want to make him smile, made you invite his lover to the trip secretly.
She was already there when you two reached and you will never forget Yoongi’s reaction when he realized what was happening.
The grumpy cold Yoongi broke into gummy smiles and giggles as soon as he saw her. They kissed right in front of your eyes and you silently cried.
Oh how you wish, you could taste him too. How you wish, he would hold you like that, caress you like that.
How you wish… he would love you like that.
“I want her long blond hair… I want her magic touch
Yeah, 'cause maybe then… You'd want me just as much”
“Babe, could you please turn your head a little? Yes.. yes just like that.”
You watched the man as he clicked photos after photos of the woman he loves, seemingly trying to document her beauty for a long long time.
You watched her as her long blond hair flowed like a waterfall down her shoulder, wind ruffling it gently making her look even more beautiful.
“Let’s take a selfie, will you?” she shouted at him and he chuckled.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, he said, “you smell so nice.”
You wondered, what she smelled like, what perfume did she use to make Yoongi look this satisfied. You even considered asking her, purchasing a bottle and drowning yourself in one of those if that means Yoongi would love to smell you too, he would curl himself around you late at night. If that means Yoongi would want you, just as much.
“I don't get no sleep… I don't get no peace
Thinking about her.. Under your bed sheets”
“Where are you going?” confusion dripped through Yoongi’s voice. You stopped at your tracks and turned to face him.
“I will sleep in the other room. You two should have your space. I will send her in as soon as I am there.” you smiled at him, even though your heart bleed invisibly inside your chest at the thought of how they would spend the night together.
“No, Y/N. We will adjust. You sleep here in the suite.” Yoongi commented, as firm as a verdict, as he stepped towards where you stood.
“But Yoongi, I am alone, what would I do with all this space?” you sighed. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone at the honeymoon suite, decorated for the newlyweds. You hate it. Totally loathe the decorations. Those giant red hearts had been mocking you since the moment you stepped there. You might tear those to pieces if you were left there alone, raising endless questions regarding such an act.
“You have done enough. You have done much more than you needed to and I feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness. So, please… stay here. Enjoy the stay. We will manage.” giving you one of his tight lipped smiles, Yoongi slipped out of the room to spend the night with his lover.
That night when you slid inside the covers, which smelled awfully like him because he took a nap earlier in the evening, you started breaking down.
Your hopes, your dreams, and your heart all started crumbling right before your eyes. You held the duvet tightly around yourself and pretended it was yoongi wrapped around you, it was Yoongi, whispering sweet things in your ear, it was Yoongi, telling you that he loved you.
Somewhere you knew, Yoongi is actually doing all these things in real-time but.. Not to you.. Not for you.
You closed your eyes, tears streamed down your cheeks and wetted the pillow. You imagined your life as her… as your girl crush… as the woman your husband, Min Yoongi, loves.
“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but
I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”
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THE HATING GAME - JJK
working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.
pairing — jungkook x female reader
genre — angst, smut
word count — 7.2k
warnings/tags — lawyer!jk x lawyer!reader, enemies2lovers, dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, provocation, insults, petty arguing, vague mentions of murder/strangulation, jealousy, teasing, lying, denial, tension x100, improvisation, touching, so much sarcasm, explicit smut, light bondage, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, tit slapping, begging, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), cunnilingus, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, tongue fucking, dick slapping (face), edging, crying, slapping (like once), spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), light pain kink, finger sucking, angry fucking, creampie, making out, cum eating, post-nut clarity, both very lost and confused by the end.
paired with this edit made by yours truly 🤭
a/n: hello and welcome to jahanara feeding into her office romance fantasies pt98583616 😭 please enjoy this very long and drawn out piece (similar to illicit desire) but more detailed, more descriptive and can be read as a stand-alone.
if you came from tiktok, hello and welcome to the dark side 😁 enjoy the long-awaited lawyer!jk au!
btw this fic has nothing to do with the book/movie called ‘the hating game’ the name just fit this ok 🙄
“We need to talk,” Jungkook’s voice causes your chest to falter as he enters his office, waiting for you to enter before shutting the door behind you and making home on the seat behind his desk.
“We can’t do this case.”
If you could burst out laughing right now, you would, but this was a professional work environment, “You invite me into your office, distracting me from my own work, just to tell me something I already know?” You make yourself comfortable in the seat opposite his, paying him a fake smile, “I don’t know why you’re panicking, we can easily get out of this. We can just say we have too much on our plate to take on a new case. There, done,” you shrug, leaning back in the seat without a care in the world.
Mr Jeon, your boss, thought it’d be a good idea to pair you up with Jungkook to work on a class case.
Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.
“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.
“What’s that?”
“My dad owns the fucking place.”
Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.
You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.
“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”
"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”
You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.
Provoking him.
“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.
Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.
“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”
A date? There’s no way…
Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.
He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”
Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”
It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.
You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.
Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.
“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”
“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.
As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.
You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.
You thought you were seeing things.
Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.
You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.
“You didn’t poison it, did you?”
As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”
“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.
Thankfully, you were still up and alive.
“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.
You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”
You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.
It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.
All caused by his own father.
“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.
“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.
“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.
“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”
“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.
From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”
As long as you got what you wanted.
“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”
Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.
“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”
“—I know him.”
Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.
He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.
You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.
“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.
“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”
“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”
“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.
He could be all that and more.
“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”
Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.
“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”
“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”
You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.
Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.
You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’
Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.
“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”
God, he’s so full of himself.
As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.
He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.
Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.
Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.
Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..
Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—
No, that was the tense air speaking.
Just improvise.
“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”
Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.
Not until you do.
“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”
The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.
Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.
If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.
“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”
Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.
Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.
With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.
“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”
He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.
How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.
With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”
Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”
Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?
You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"
"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.
With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.
You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.
Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”
You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.
He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).
He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.
If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..
Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.
Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?
Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.
“I’m waiting for you to beg.”
“I’m not begging you—”
As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.
“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.
God, he loved irritating you.
Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.
“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.
"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.
You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.
Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.
"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.
You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.
Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”
You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.
“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”
Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”
His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"
It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.
It felt so good.
It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..
"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”
He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.
He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck… Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.
A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.
“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.
He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.
When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
It stung, but it felt so fucking good.
Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”
Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.
He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.
What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.
He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.
Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.
“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.
“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.
The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.
You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.
You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.
“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.
Right where you wanted him most.
“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”
Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.
“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.
Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.
You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.
“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.
“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”
The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.
"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.
“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.
Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.
“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.
You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.
He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.
At last.
“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.
Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.
“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”
“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”
You loved the pain.
Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.
You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.
“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.
“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.
Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?
Of course.
“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.
“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.
He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."
He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"
You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.
“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”
And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.
Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.
You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.
“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.
Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.
It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.
It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.
Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.
“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.
Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.
You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.
“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”
Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.
Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”
“Yeah, you too…”
He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.
How the hell would you both ever come back from this?
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omg you’re sooo sweet!! I love your writing and it amazes me how you intend to just do a small drabble but it’s always series worthy & ik that’s not what you plan but that’s how interesting your stories get🥹 but I have so many ideas for the “how time has changed you” couple (you don’t have to do them all or at all, just a few ideas) but maybe you can tell us more about how they met, how she fought him and how he finally got her into Stockholm syndrome, and maybe some smut along the way either right before she fell into Stockholm syndrome so (dubcon/somno) or after and their just so thirsty for each other 😮💨
it’s all in your head:
pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader
genre: more angst than fluff || mafia au || yandere au || non-idol au
summary: you're the one that let yourself fall
word count: 2.1k
tags/ warnings: kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, unintentional mind break/ mentioned disassociation, mentions of minor injuries (bruises)
notes: chronologically happens before ‘how time has changed you’ but i think reading hthcy first is probably better ~ drabble requests closed (peep the gorillaz reference in the title) also!!! thank you??? you're sweet too my love <3 and thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read my stuff??
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Human beings are flawed in design. And somewhere, mingled between all the self-loathing thoughts, somewhat of a god complex had formed.
You wouldn’t ever tell anyone, hot embarrassment too much to handle, but truly you felt as though you were untouchable. Like the universe had a secret little rule written somewhere in the stars that luck was always on your side.
It had been a harsh slap to the face when reality had settled in. It was strange how for days you’d been watching yourself from outside of your body. Someone so familiar yet so different, who had your face, your mannerisms, everything so very you; yet she’d fallen into the claws of a beast. No longer exempt from the evils of the world.
While you covered your ears at the incessant banging at the bedroom door, you from the real world simply curls up further into herself.
You were aware that your captor wasn’t going to open the door. You hadn’t exactly been the kindest in your first few days here, more than a few bruises littering his skin from your outbursts. Sticky guilt seizing your body when you’d catch a glimpse of his arms painted purple from an unjust kick, because somehow you knew he never had plans to touch you if it wasn’t on your own terms.
The little control you had over your life in the form of a lock and key. Yoongi had found himself more than worried when you wouldn’t even open the door for food, never below begging for you to come out even if only briefly because really your health was the most important thing.
Through prickly thoughts of impossible escape and wallowing in self-pity, you’d tried to figure out where you’d met Yoongi. Because even if you had come across thousands of faces between meeting him, surely you wouldn’t forget eyes like his. A thousand secrets hidden behind eyes almost as black as the night sky; eyes that would have no problem picking you apart with nothing but a single glance.
He seemed to know you quite well. Seemingly knowing small, insignificant things about you. Favourite foods, snacks you’d always seem to eye when you’d wander into a convenience store of an evening. Every little hobby you’d picked up in the last six months stacked on a coffee table. Clothes you’d been eyeing online for weeks, sat in a basket that truly you had no intention of buying; a faraway dream that’s not as far as it seems.
A prison disguised as a perfect bedroom. And as much as the bed had looked tempting, silk duvet sure to do wonders for your skin and blankets that were made of velvet; you hadn’t dared fall asleep. Not until your body had begged for rest and you’d spend an hour napping on the woollen rug, only to be woken by a tray of food being slipped through the door.
The first time you become somewhat aware of your physical body again is when Yoongi doesn’t show up one morning. Doesn’t tell you stories of his life, doesn’t sit there as you stare at your food; praying that he would leave you alone. That he’d let you go, or at least answer the questions that have you falling into an endless hole of hysteria.
You shower. A rushed ordeal because you didn’t know when Yoongi would return. And then you’d fallen asleep on the rug until the sun had dipped below the horizon and Yoongi had made himself comfortable outside your door again.
You’d tried to run, dreams of a world so far out of your grasp dying in your hands as you stand there only to find heavy footsteps that stalked the halls, a brutal reminder that you wouldn’t get very far even if you tried.
The windows didn’t open, you’d tried that. Too scared to try and smash them open, sure they were specially made– impossible to break.
You’d lost all concept of time. Days bleeding into nights. Hours melting into one another. Where seconds are nothing more than fine dust, something you relied on truly nothing but a concept. Unattainable no matter how long you tried to count each minute or guess the day of the week. Every day is a repeat of the last. The only difference would be what Yoongi would talk about, gravelly voice ricocheting throughout your mind until you lay there awake hours after he’d gone to bed, replaying everything he’d told you that evening.
You’re not sure when it happens, but you start to expect Yoongi. Knowing that when delicate orange light spills into your room from the window, the sky the prettiest shade of pink, he’d be there.
Yoongi never opened the door. Voice bold enough that you can hear everything he says, walls thin enough that you can hear each deep sigh that passes through his lips when he talks about certain things that irk him just that little bit.
When Yoongi talked, and you listened, the world was shrouded in darkness. And you simply floated, merely existed. No expectations, not that you knew of anyways. And maybe he had a hidden agenda, something a little more sinister lurking behind airy words that silenced every niggling thought in your mind that kept you awake every night.
You don’t think much of it when Yoongi doesn’t show up one evening. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have done this. Sure to come tomorrow morning with a plate full of cake, maybe those cookies that you liked; way too expensive for you to ever splurge on. Hot chocolate or sweet tea, you’re unsure though he seems to decide based off the weather, and so you’ll have to see what a new day brings you before you hazard a guess.
And so, you deal with the silence of the bedroom for one evening.
By the second day of silence, you’d found yourself staring at the door again, every little creak of the floorboards in the hallway causing you to perk up. Tips of your fingers burning as you dig your nails into the carpet, feet tapping against the floor, bottom lip chewed between your teeth. Every passing hour of deafening silence tugging you further and further into a spiral.
Without Yoongi’s voice your thoughts had amplified.
You hadn’t been here long in retrospect, a month? Maybe a little more. Surely he hadn’t already gotten sick of you? How pitiful would that be? The very man who had shown an inkling of an obsession was already done with you.
Day four, and you’re sat by the door, startling one of the maids who had come to give you breakfast.
You bang your head against the wall once she closed it, the tray kicked away from you as frustrated tears cling to your lashes. Something suffocating grabbing onto your neck, a phantom hand cutting off your air as you tug at your hair.
Self-pity is a terrible thing. An ugly emotion mutating into something a little worse until you can physically feel the sadness, tugging at your temples in the form of a headache, salty cheeks, tight with tears, or a heart that feels infinite times heavier compared to the ache of rocky blue sadness.
As the sun rises on the sixth day, you decide to keep the bedroom door open, in hopes that a breeze from the open windows downstairs would carry some of the wretched thoughts that wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried to drown them out.
You’d tried washing them down the drain, scalding hot shower only burning your skin, red-raw and tender to touch– physical twinge of pain still not enough to make the world silent.
You’d sat in front of the CD player for an hour before you’d flicked through piles of plastic cases to find a song you liked. And you hadn’t been all that surprised to find they were all your favourite artists. You’d only managed to blast one song before you’d kept the volume down, always listening out for all the little noises outside the room.
On the seventh day, you’d sat in the doorway of the bedroom, legs tucked up to your chest. You’d only made brief eye contact with the herculean man standing opposite your door before you’d retreated back into your own mind. Because as much as it was tempting, you wouldn’t dare ask where Yoongi was, sickly hatred still gnawing away at the back of your mind.
On the eighth day, one of the maids had asked if you wanted to take a stroll in the garden; that hauling yourself up in the bedroom all day isn’t healthy. And something inside of you had fallen out of place. So completely out of character, you couldn’t recognise yourself.
You’d started flinging pillows and blankets off the bed at Yoongi’s staff, unsure if what was coming out of your mouth was words of sobs or shaky little cries. Your body seemingly moves on its own, free will fizzling in your hands as you act on impulse.
“What’s all this?”
You stop, hiccuping as Yoongi stands in the doorway, blurry; veiled by tears that cling to wet lashes.
“Out. All of you”
You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, knees cushioned by long-forgotten blankets as you drop to the floor. Footsteps of those scuttling out of the room drowned out by the thumping of your heart in your ears.
Yoongi runs his thumb over his bottom lip, your shoulder shaking as you swallow down another sob.
He crouches, still far enough away from you.
“What’s all this about, darling?” he soothes.
“I hate you. I hate you so much” you kick at the blankets underneath you, “first you fucking take me without asking–”
“It’s for your own good” he shakes his head, “I did it for you”
“Bullshit” you laugh, “Normal people don’t do this”
“You and I come from two very different worlds, baby”
You push the palms of your hands into the sockets of your eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I don’t know you”
Yoongi hums, gentle as he takes a step forward, slow so you can see he merely wants to be closer, “But I know you”
“And that makes it okay for you to act like you care and then leave for days?”
He blinks, “Is that what this is about?” a laugh bubbling up his throat, “You were lonely, is that it? Because you could have asked for me and I would have come straight home for you”
“Huh?” your eyebrows crease, and your eyes meet his own, “that’s not–”
“Not what?” he tilts his head, something acutely mocking in his gaze, “Not you waiting for me? Not you slowly losing yourself to your wretched little mind? Always overthinking, so caught up in your own head. I have eyes and ears everywhere– I know every little thing you’ve been doing over the last week”
You swallow, “I hate you”
“Lying is bad, you know?” he hums, “It’s okay to let go sometimes. It’s okay to admit you can’t do things alone.”
You shake your head.
“No?”
“You weren’t here. I was alone.”
“I’m here now. I’ll always be here for you”
Yoongi thinks people have pre-established ideals about him because of his job. Brute force and terror had never been something he wanted to instil in you. Never wanting to wear you down, pull you so far into the darkness that you stray away from the essence of your being. He loved you as you were and simply wanted you to see eye-to-eye with him.
He hadn’t expected you to fall so soon. Had prepared to wait many more months if it meant he could have you where he wanted you.
It’s endearing, how much control you seem to think you have over your own thoughts. The mind is ever so fragile, and truly, we are our own worst enemies. And maybe that’s what he found so fascinating about you. Wanting to weave his way into your own world, stuck inside your own head, so many thoughts and so many ugly feelings that he’d love to just wash away.
And to just watch you find the little piece of freedom from your own awful mind. A fucked up hero that saved you from your own hysteria, because as much as you liked to think you were the one in control, he could see it. Watched as each day you slowly started to lose yourself.
And Yoongi will never say it, will never take the prize of you sinking into his grasp, because you’d brought yourself here. And he assumes you’ll only continue to sink further and further until all you know is him; the way it’s supposed to be.
And very soon, he knows the two of you will find something special.
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12. With taehyung angsty smutttttt
12. Secret relationship/Prohibited relationship
— contents and warnings; smut, mentions of infidelity!! (Taehyung is in the process of getting a divorce), age gap relationship (15 years: reader is 25 and Taehyung is 40)
Taehyung wasn’t a child: he knew his actions could have cataclysmic consequences if he wasn’t careful. He knew that having his secretary call off yet another meeting because his main competitor’s daughter was in town was probably one of (if not the) dumbest thing he has done in a while. He knew that if his wife caught him in between the sheets with you, she would tear away every pretty settlement they have managed to agree upon; he knew that she would create some petty drama and try to stain his reputation to the media. And that she would probably succeed.
The world was going through an economic crisis, for fuck’s sake, there was no time to spare when it came to saving his company. Taehyung was tired of laying good, reliable workers off. He was tired of watching stocks decline, tired of receiving complaints, and he was so, so enthralled by you that none of that mattered.
“We should stop,” you spoke his thoughts out loud, messy hair falling over the pillow as you looked up at him. Taehyung felt his stomach contract — you were such an angel. All perfect traces and pretty, sparkling eyes. You had no idea what you were doing to him. “If my dad catches us, I’ll—“
He kissed you before you could finish, swallowing your surprised moan as his cock moved slowly inside your heat. Taehyung wanted for you to just stay still and let him have it — let him have the one moment of peace in his entire week. Away from his nagging wife and his even more nagging investors. Just you and him and simple, manageable problems.
The older man pulled away, shoving his cock deep inside you so he could feel the way your walls fluttered around him. He should’ve married you instead. “If your dad cuts your investment fund—“
You frowned. “It’s not about that.”
“If he cuts your investment fund,” he echoed, “I’ll give you twice of what he promised.”
At that, you giggled, throwing your head back. Taehyung loved watching you laugh, he wished he could see it every single day. “You’re so funny, Mr. Kim,” you said. Oh he hated when you called him that — he knew it wasn’t on purpose, just a fruit of mindless habit. But still, it reminded him that he was just a little under your dad’s age, and that you were 15 years younger than him. It made him feel like a pervert. A very pathetic, nearly divorced, bankrupt pervert. “Wish I could find a guy like you someday.”
Talk about quick deflation. Taehyung didn’t even know if he should cry or laugh at your confession. Yes, you were very naive and very honest — he knew you meant it. And not even in a way to offend him, just to say that this wasn’t it. That this could never work.
“I’m sure you will,” he only answered. “Now, just give me your pretty moans and let me have this.”
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Aaand it’s me again🪷. I forgot to ask if I can request more than one fic but here I am asking for a Hobi fic.
Dialogue prompts: 17, 11, 34
And action prompts: 4, 11
Ty so much!!
noodles
a/n. hello again!! :D i feel like there’s something missing in this but i hope you like it ^^
words cannot express how much i loved that hairstyle on him.
the doors opened with such an impact it made you jolt in surprise. then you started laughing once you saw jin being carried just like at the TMA.
"congrats! i’m very proud of you all!" you greeted them and opened your arms. since hobi and jimin carried jin, suga, jungkook, namjoon and tae hugged you first.
"thank you. it smells amazing in here by the way–" namjoon started and leaned away, looking around.
"did you make naengmyun?" jin asked, jumping down off their shoulders and greeting you.
"yup! and kimchi stew and a lot, lot more. i assumed you’ll be hungry and well, it’s my way of congratulating you as well" you grinned and saw hobi’s frown. before you could ask him what’s wrong, jimin flew up to you and closed you in a tight hug.
"you’re the best!" he singsonged and they all agreed. you couldn’t help but laugh.
"you go sit i just need to stir the noodles and we can eat" you hummed and they all disappeared into thin air once they realised there’s some food on the table already. you looked at hobi who came up painfully slowly to you "hi there, handsome boy"
"mhm" he grunted and you walked up to the stove, taking care of the noodles not wanting them to burn "huh? where’s MY gretting at?"
you felt his chest press up against your back as he nuzzled his head onto your neck.
"give me a second, the noodles–" you giggled and he pouted, letting out a small whine "wait, are you jealous?"
silence.
you turned around and looked up at him, realising why he was frowning earlier.
"oh, hoba! i’m sorry" you scoffed and hugged him tightly, burying your head in his chest.
"i missed you so much. so, sooo much. and all i get is to be the last one to be greeted. and where’s my kiss!" hoseok whined dramatically and you leaned away, opening your mouth to say something.
"not in front of my noodles!" jin called out from the living room, causing you to scoff.
"just one kiss?" he hummed, making puppy eyes. you sighed and grinned lazily, nodding.
"just one" you tilted your head and placed your hands on his arms, leaning in. hobi met you halfway and melted into the kiss and you moved your fingers to play with the locks of his hair.
"NOOO! POOR NOODLES–!"
you broke into laughter, so did your boyfriend. you pulled away just to lean your forehead against his.
"i’m sorry for not greeting you first. i swear it won’t happen again" you mumbled and caressed your fingers through his hair for the last time before going back to handing the seven, hungry and loud men their well deserved food.
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Drabble game!! Something like a Robin hood Au with Taehyung 👀
CARRIAGE HIJACK
Information: Bandit!Taehyung x OC (Name: Althea) | Robin Hood AU | Taehyung puts a prince in his place.
Warnings: sexist behavior, racist behavior, bride snatching, mentions of violence.
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．
Althea kept her head down, red veil over her head as she was carted off with her new fiancée, ready to be displayed for the royal family to judge. The prince in question, Mateus, was busy drinking and looking out the window. He was the one who came all this way to fetch a bride while she was living her life peacefully, now he’s pouting. Althea had a half a mind to just take the knife from her boot and slit his throat now. It could help both of them.
“Can you read?” Mateus spoke in his language purposefully as if to test that Althea still knew it or it was just a strike of divine luck.
Althea was glad the fool couldn’t see her glare too clearly. “Yes, your language is not difficult.” She spoke in the most formalized tonality of his language.
Mateus scoffed, looking out the window. “The bitch has a tongue.”
“And a spine too. Something you might be unfamiliar with,” Althea said.
He glared. “If you had such a spine then why’re you here to warm my bed?”
“Our bed will hardly be warmed with you at the helm.” Althea narrowed her gaze, feeling the welcoming cool of the knife. “And I’m doing this to prevent your kingdom from harming my village.”
Mateus sat back at her seat, folding his arms over his chest. “Once you’re in the kingdom, you’ll be my wife. You’ll learn not to speak against me.”
“Are your guards going to teach me a lesson?” Althea asked. “By the looks of you, there’s not much damage that can be done with you alone.”
Mateus was ready to lunge with red-faced anger but the carriage came to an abrupt stop, forcing him to fall back pathetically. “What happened?!” He shrieked. “Anthony, I’ll fucking kill you! Why did we stop?” He spat out the window.
“Sir, there’s a log in the way,” Anthony replied calmly. “We’ll need to remove it before we can proceed.”
Mateus cursed, climbing out of the carriage. “Stay in there,” he ordered Althea for no reason before slamming the carriage door. “Why can’t you go around?”
Althea heard rustling in the bushes, cracking of leaves before a grunt was sounded. She heard a thud of someone falling. When she tried to see what happened, Mateus began to shrieking like a child.
“Let me go! I’m a prince, I’ll tell my father! He’ll kill you!”
Bandits.
The door opened next to her with a stranger. A mask over his face, sharp eyes stared back at her, curtained by a raven locks glistening with humidity. “Apologies, my lady.”
“Are you killing him?” Althea asked.
He raised a brow, making a noise of confused though as he looked at whatever scuffle was happening. “I don’t think so. He’s being very dramatic about it though.” The bandit climbed into the carriage and closed the door, letting out a sigh of relaxation. “That’s better.” He spread his legs so her own were caged between them. “I’ll have your jewellery then, darling, if you please.”
Althea took off the heavy necklace and bracelets Mateus’ family gave her, thinking it would impress everyone when he showed them off. They were nothing but trinkets. She handed them to him.
He accepted, shoving them into a satchel. “I’d tell you to take off the dress but I often enjoyed doing that myself.”
Althea smiled as Taehyung lifted the veil, sneaking inside it so they were cocooned in their own world. She pulled down the mask to reveal a smug smirk. Taehyung reached in to kiss her.
“What took you so long?” Althea asked as they broke the kiss.
“They tried to change the route,” Taehyung said. “But I promised I’ll get here.”
“You worked with them,” Mateus said through the open window. “You bitch.” One of his henchman, Jimin quickly bound his mouth.
“Should we kill him, boss?” Jimin asked.
Mateus cried out.
“No, send him back to his family,” Taehyung said as he moved out of the veil. “Tell your father that the bad bandits took your wife. Make him walk.” He drew the curtains to the carriage. He looked at Althea, pulling the veil completely. “Now about that dress,” he smirked.
drabbles are closed now, sorry!
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mini requests
OPEN | closed
Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!
Rules + Requirements :
Follow me (if you are not already)
Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)
Must be 18+ (minors please dni)
To Request:
Choose a group & member (1 only please)
Pick a genre (max of 3)
Select a prompt (max of 2)
Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"
*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting
Groups + Members:
BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook
EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay
NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung
SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol
GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae
ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho
MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun
STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin
Genres + AUs:
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Enemies to lovers
Friends to lovers
Friends with benefits
Roommates
College
Coworkers
Meet Cute
Meet Ugly
Athlete (you may specify in your request)
Exes
Idol
*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)
Prompts:
"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."
"I wish I never met you."
"It's your lucky day."
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Open your mouth."
"Why do you even care?"
"You're more important than you think."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Please leave."
"That's my final answer."
"Did you see that?" "See what?"
"What do you want from me?"
"God, you look so fucking good."
"You're unbelievable."
"Isn't that your mom?"
"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."
"You're such a tease."
"Don't you dare lie to me."
"Who are the flowers for?"
"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."
"Are you scared? You should be."
"Please say something. Anything."
"Do you forgive me?"
"You forgot."
"You're crazy and I like it."
"Where are you taking me?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"I need you. Now."
"What did you say?"
"Did you miss me?"
"I dare you."
"I bought you something."
"Is it supposed to taste like that?"
"Ew. Why does it look like that?"
"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."
"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"
"This is why no one likes you."
"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."
"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"
"Who the fuck did I marry?"
This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.
Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.
A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.
It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.
With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"
They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.
Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.
Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.
Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!
Disclaimers:
Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.
Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).
Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.
Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).
Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.
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𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞
I've hit writer's block and I wanna overcome it somehow. Send in an emoji + a random sentence + a member and I'll write a small drabble about it! (you can send in 3 emoji's for one drabble maximum)
🐕 (Hybrid AU)
🖤 (Yandere AU)
🐉 (Fantasy AU)
🤖 (Android AU)
👽 (Alien AU)
☁ (Angst)
💗 (Fluff)
🔞 (Smut)
🥀 (Vampire AU)
🧸 (DDLG AU)
🧟♂️ (Zombie AU)
💎 (Mafia AU)
👑 (Royality AU)
𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢��𝐭𝐞𝐧:
🧸💎🐕 + “are you gonna come back?” + Yoongi
🧟♀️ + yoongi + "that's banana milk, My favorite."
🖤💗🧸+ Jungkook + "Aren't you supposed to hate me? I kinda kidnapped you"
👽+ jungkook+ "She's mine"
🤖+yoongi+”I think I love you”
💎 🐕 + Yoongi + "Could I sleep here for tonight, sir? It's raining outside."
🖤+Jimin + “is this not enough for you baby girl?”
🐕💗+taehyung+”can you just..hold me for a little bit”
💎💗☁️ + taehyung +"are you sure you're okay?"
🧸 + 💗 + 🐕 jungkook “you cant chew on that, doll”
🐕 + Yoongi + "here we go, the 3am zoomies..."
🐕 + 💎 + Jimin + "Is she better than me?
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pretend ⊹ฺ
request : 24 & 30 with jungkook.. 😏😏😏 < by @delugguk >
24 “i cant even pretend like i don’t want you anymore”
30 “i don’t think you were meant to send that to me”
pairing : jungkook x reader
genre : almost smut?, fluff a bit
warnings : alcohol intake
word count : 1.1K
a/n : after seeing him jump and sing on that damn little tiktok i finished this fluffy, who can blame me tho? he's so endearing, pretty, talented ughhhh!!! ( the gif is chef's kiss ) andd! you can pick prompts from here for me to write more!
don't be a silent reader pls
coming home after a spontaneous shopping, you sat down on your living room, checking everything you bought. a parfume you were using for a while, wide leg jeans and crop tops, some jewelry that you planned to get but couldn't find time and.. the new black, mostly transparent, dress-like lingerie.
trying it on and checking yourself out in the mirror made you feel so good. you opened your phone and texted your besties that you found the sexiest lingerie.
of course they wanted to see it, so you took a picture and you didn't care about how playful you've seem because.. you know, they're friends and about the hype you.. so you acted like you're biting your left index finger and you quickly tapped your friends' names on the recent chats.
then you waited for their response, but suddenly a different name popped up.
jungkook : i don’t think you were meant to send that to me [ 11.20 PM ]
he was also in the recent chats because you two were working on the same project in your company, creating an initial advertising for your companys newest video game. and you did find him attractive - like everyone else did - ,his passion about everything he does, all black baggy outfits which he hid his toned body, being interested on what you're talking even it's the smallest annoyed expression, the eye smile he gives to you everytime he plays with you.. list was complicated yet full.
he seemed into you too but being coworkers could make things harder for you so you tried to keep it somewhere between flirt and work.
you quickly responded with feeling a little embarrassed, but some part of you desperately wanted him to refer for more.. what was he feeling now?
you : i'm sorry, you were also in my recent chats and i accidentally sent it.. [ 11.21 PM ]
you bit your lower lip and waited.
jungkook : i don't think i'm the one to say sorry.. [ 11.22 PM ]
you : uhm, what do you mean? [ 11.23 PM ]
jungkook : i mean the one you're supposed to send this to.. [ 11.24 PM ]
you : i don't think my besties would need that [ 11.24 PM ]
you typed with a small smirk on your face. he was definitely trying to learn if there's a guy. and to be honest, he was the only guy you felt trustable around you, the one you can try to be more. shit, you had a crush.
jungkook : oh, it's okay then. good night
didn't he believe me? was he cutting this off? didn't he feel anything? or he's trying to be respectful? is it because you're coworkers? ugh, i can't ask him, you thought. but you needed to know.
the next day, you went work wearing a black corset and small black shorts with a leather jacket on. cuz you've already planned to go clubbing with some coworkers, didn't know if they invited jungkook - or if he agreed to join -. your hair was wavy plus you added two small buns in the front, sharp eyeliner with a beautiful tone of red lips. definitely giving rock vibes but also cute. like him.
he looked at you, checked you out very quick and turned back to the screen in front of him after saying a small ' hi '. nd for the rest of the day you felt his eyes on you time to time, especially when you're not looking at him, talking with another people.
you felt a little upset that he didn't even say something about your looks. so you focused on your work till you're out with your friends.
before you left you took a final look at your work before joining your friends who were waiting outside of the company. he was leaving too, but you didn't look longer, maybe he didn't feel comfortable. so you left after saying a small ' bye ', still feeling upset.
but hearing the blast of music on the club, dancing bodies, you felt a bit better and let your body follow the rhythm after having couple shots. and not so after, you felt a big hand holding your waist, turning you back at them gently.
you narrowed your eyebrows and turned around to see who. you weren't expecting to see jungkook. his eyes seemed darker and he looked like he's definitely drank some.
" oh, look who we got here.. thought you were gonna ignore my existence. " you looked up and told these to his face, you could blame on alcohol so your hands found his shoulders, letting him hold your waist.. weren't really planning to hold back anything. " but don't talk now, dance first. " you said keeping his body closer, dancing sensuously.
" fuck, you look so pretty.. " he said with a low voice. then turned you around and pushed his body to you, slowly dancing on your rhythm, face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. his hands found your hips and made you dance together. you felt desirable. and with a small peck on your neck, you started grinding on him.
then his pecks turned to open mouth kisses.
" uh, when you move your pretty ass on me like that.. i can't even pretend like i don't want you anymore, pretty. " he whispered with a raspy tone.
then he held you from your wrist and lead you into his car. he was about to start the engine but your lips found each other's, somehow you ended up on top of him.. and the way his lips moved on yours, hands pulling you closer even though there's no space. he kissed you till you're out of breath.
when you stopped for breathing, you started to realize where you're at and what you're doing. your hands on his neck, his hands on your waist with a firm hold and now your eyes were locked. he looked at your swollen lips then closed his eyes, took a deep breath. your hands were now on his chest.
" i don't want you to misunderstand me. " he said opening his eyes. hands were still on your waist but just resting there. " this, " he pointed you both, " is not because of yesterday. " he added. " i've been thinking about you for a long time now, i also think i made it clear that i'm interested in you but never actually said cause of our work.. but i can't hold myself anymore. "
" don't. don't hold yourself, i feel the same jungkook. " and his hands found your cheek, tucked your hair behind your ear, pulled you into the sweetest kiss while you're both smiling.
" so.. you want some ramyeon? i mean for real, i'm hungry.. "
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#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jk x reader#bts smut#bts drabble#bts writing#jeon jungkook#jungkook#jungkook x y/n#jk x you#jk x y/n#jungkook x you#bts one shot#lav drabble game
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Could i get number 1 with namjoon?
1: “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?”
Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, his bottom lip captured between his teeth as he took you in. The red dress you wore was stunning, the silk clinging to your curves and leaving little to the imagination. He stood up from where he had been sitting and made his way over to you, standing behind you as you admired yourself in the mirror. His hands landed on your shoulders, slowly working their way down your body to your hips. He let out a soft hum, desire burning in him as he came to the realization that you couldn’t have been wearing anything under your dress.
“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?” He asked, fumbling over his words and you leaned back into his embrace.
Your eyes met his through the mirror and you grinned, “Of course not. I thought you would like this dress so much that you might need easy access for later.”
He groaned softly, his eyes falling closed as he buried his face in the curve of your neck, pressing hot kisses against your skin and breathing in the sweet smell of your perfume.
“You’re making me want to stay home.” He moaned, sliding his hands down to grip at your thighs.
You smirked, “No, no. I spent all this time getting pretty for you, baby. You have to show me off.”
He chuckled lightly, pulling away and turning you around to face him. His eyes moved over your body again, his imagination running wild with the idea of your dress being bunched around your waist as he fucked you in the backseat of his car.
“Namjoon, stop thinking dirty things.” You teased, reading his mind just from the look on his face.
“Alright, alright.” He hummed, giving you a warm smile, “Let’s go to dinner, but for dessert, well… you know what I want.”
#namjoon#bts#namjoon smut#bts smut#namjoon drabble#bts drabble#kpop drabble#kpop smut#drabble#writing games#moon writes
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Hey Babygorl,
Fluff express is coming up.
Can you write a little Namjoon one where the reader is Namjoon's favourite author and they meet by accident in a book store. Like he didn't know who she was, (they started talking through some book they both read) and then he realises somehow.
Take your time :))
You're awesome. Fighting ✨
Pairing: idol!Namjoon X author!Reader
Word count: 900
Theme: Meet cute, and it's SFW
A/N: @phenomenalgirl9 here you go girl. But please note that I changed the storyline a bit since I don't know much about books. It was hard for me to put down any reference. Hope you enjoy it.
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"What do you mean it's sold out again?" Namjoon almost screams. He tries his best to keep his composure intact but he fails. He is not like this. Behaving out of budding anger isn't really a Namjoon thing but today he is losing it.
This is his second visit to this bookstore, in which he is a valuable customer but this is also the second time he has failed to secure the copy of the book he has been waiting so long for.
"Look miss, I pre-booked it. I understand that many of us couldn't secure a copy for the first round but it can't happen twice. I asked Mrs. Han to secure a copy for me. You can cross-check if you want." Namjoon says again, staring at the girl at the counter. She looks apologetic but helpless at the same time.
"I am aware of it sir. Your copy was saved initially but-" she says. The girl is apparently debating on whether to spill the information or not. Maybe she settles for the later resolution but Namjoon is gonna press it out of her.
"But what?" He emphasizes.
"Um… it was actually given to a VIP customer. I am so sorry for your inconvenience sir. We will save you a copy as soon as the third lot arrives, along with a 20% discount." The girl bows again and again. But it doesn't soothe Namjoon's anger.
He wants to say a lot. For the first time in 10 years he wants to use his power, his fame. He wants to peel out his mask and bucket hat and tell them that he is The Kim Namjoon of BTS. But he can't. He is about to say something when the book he is fighting so hard for is placed on the counter along with some other books.
He glares at it.
If it was some other time, he would have let it slide. But it's one of the books he has been waiting for, written by one of his favourite authors of all time. It's the book for which he has managed time despite his crazy schedule, cycling all the way to the shop risking his privacy. He won't let it slide. Not this time.
"That's my book." He says, voice low but something akin to anger dripping from it.
"I am sorry? What?" The so-called VIP customer asks. He doesn't look at the owner of the voice. Keeping his eyes trained on the copy, he says, "I said that's my book which was sold to you because you are apparently a VIP customer."
"I-is that true?" The voice asks and that's when Namjoon lifts his eyes and takes a look at you.
Your question is directed to the girl at the counter. She lowers her eyes and nods slowly.
You sigh, "you should have told me so. I don't- ah leave it."
And then you turn to face him and that's when he gets a good view of your full face.
You're pretty. Something in you screams natural.
"I am so sorry you had to face this inconvenience because of me. I wasn't aware of the situation. You can have the book. And please let me pay for it. Consider it as an apology from me." You smile at him.
"You don't-" he tries to say but
"Please?" You cut him off. He can't really say no to the eyes you are currently making at him. He finds himself nodding. Your smile becomes wider.
Now he feels really bad for behaving like a stubborn kid earlier.
"Ah-thanks." He says slowly while he tries to think of a way to apologise to you.
"No, please don't thank me. It's me who should thank you for being so eager to read my book." You reply.
Namjoon's eyebrows shoot above to reach his hairline, at the same time his jaw drops to the floor.
"What? Wait what? Your book? You- you are L/N Y/N?" He asks, the pitch of his voice tells of his excitement.
"Ah yeah." You reply shyly, diverting your eyes from him.
"That's why you are a VIP customer?" He asks again, it's still unbelievable.
"I guess so?" You trail off.
"Oh my! I am- I didn't know- let me! I just-" he is now hyper aware of the fact that he misbehaved with you a couple of minutes ago.
"Hey hey. Calm down." You say, stepping a bit towards him, placing your hand on the side of his one arm, trying to calm him down.
"I am extremely sorry, Miss. L/N. The way I behaved with you was totally unacceptable. Tell me how I can make it up to you?" Namjoon tries to make the situation better.
You laugh as if it's no big deal.
"Maybe you can buy me a coffee and tell me what you like the most about my books?" You say, there's a playfulness added to your voice.
Did just one of his favourite authors ask him out for a friendly date? Well, what the fuck?
"What do you say, Mr. Kim?" You press on and he realises he has been silent for a while.
"Absolutely! If you have time we can go now." He says then pauses, "wait! You know who I am?"
You smile again and head towards the exit with him following you closely.
"Another crazy day at work." The girl at the counter sighs.
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86 “see what happens if you rub your ass on me like that again.” & 83 “pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic” with Jin 🫠
• pair: seokjin x reader
• what happens here?: smut.
• word count: 653
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seating on your boyfriend's lap, you were speaking very enthusiastically with your friends. I said very, because you did not seemed to notice the way you kept swaying your hips from left to right everytime you got excited with anything. - giving your beloved boyfriend a hard time in between forced smiles and comments, in order to keep calm.
but it justㅡit wasn't working.
"babe, stop moving-" he whispers to your ear as you tilt your head to the side. "you're kinda, uh," he pauses as he looks down his crotch an you totally get it.
but..
too bad for him, you feel playful today.
"oh, I'm sorry babe." you cutely say while holding his face, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
little did he know that was the beginning of your game.
the moment he told you, you immediately shifted your position to get more comfortable between his thighs but it was more.. to feel at what state his bulge could actually be. - smirking at yourself, you pretended that everything went back to normal, so you lean back to your friends table while perking up your ass. meaning, that you'll push yourself harder down his crotch and that clearly makes something to seokjin.
there was a clear intention to it but still, you wanted to be discreet. you just liked to tease him, that's all.
..but the moment you suddenly start to feel a big warm palm wrapping up agaisnt your thigh, it is enough to know you're over.
..and you're wearing a skirt.
shit.
you were definitely not going to survive.
"what did I tell you?" he mutters on your ear. hands slowly taking up the hem of your skirt.
you say nothing. staying still.
seokjin gently opens your legs as your friends can't see, "keep talking with your friends."
but the moment his fingers touches your embarrassingly wet panties fabric, he manages to go up, changing plans to excuse the both of you to go outside to 'take pics along the sea'.
what a bullshit that was because nowㅡhere you are, in a huge fancy bathroom getting fucked by your boyfriend's fingers and all because of your stupid teasing. but hey, you weren't mad about it.
"damn, look at you.." he takes his time to admire the mess you were doing for him. "pushing back against my fingers already? how pathetic." he says and gives a tiny slap to your pussy which makes you jump.
"agh, babe-" you moan to his ear and you can't stop it now that you both started. you need him bad and you need him now.
your hips rapidly moved against his fingers, trying to match him.
"tell me your wish, baby." he says between a messy kiss.
"f-fuck me. I need it, p-please"
"shit, keep it low baby, unless you want them to hear."
"I don't care! just fuck me-"
and with nothing more to say, he fucks you against the sink, turns your back away and fucks you hard. It's crazy how wet you were that he didn't even had to keep teasing you. you were already a mess for him and he loved that so much. It turned him on so much.
so he keeps fucking you until you're both satisfied. panting agaisnt each others lips with both coloured cheeks.
he starts to speak, "see what happens if you rub your ass on me like that again?"
and you can't help but giggle. "If I know you'll always do this.." you pause, jumping down the sink to fix your clothes and hair as he does the same. "I might consider doing it all over again." giving him a mischievous look.
"you're insane.."
"yeap, but you are more!" you laugh. "literally dragged me here to fuck."
"you give me no choice." he quickly gives up.
and you roll your eyes as you both laugh at this. you surely were a different type of couple..
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Jungkook and "I can't stop thinking about you." with the tiniest bit of angst with a fluffy ending. Thank you!!
rose tinted glasses:
pairing: idol! jungkook x f. reader
genre: fluff || angst || friends to lovers
summary: jungkook’s a patient man, and he’ll wait as long as you need to find him again.
word count: 1.1k
tags/ warnings: arguably mild angst, bad friends, maybe best bf kook, intended lowercase
notes: drabble game is closed <3 just a quick drabble that i will not overthink the quality of. it's an easy read one may argue.
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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
if you’d been the one looking at jungkook through rose tinted glass this whole time, then you wonder how the world views him.
personified perfection, the epitome of what a star should be. because in the world’s eyes, he lacked flaws.
there’s some sort of hidden rule the universe sets, that any input from family should mean something; it should mean everything. blood relations should always be held above everything else in life. they’re your family, of course they want what’s best for you.
it leaves you to wonder when the opinions of close friends had been held to the same standard. how you’d let yourself be swept up in their views of jungkook.
an acclaimed awful relationship, toxic, you should escape while you still can. crawl out of jungkook’s claws and save yourself before it’s too late.
you wonder when advice had become clear jealousy, lies they’d feed you over and over again until you’d been second guessing yourself. second guessing jungkook, when he’d truly tried his best to make your relationship work with so many outside factors interfering.
cameras acting as beady little eyes, scrutinizing him for things only human. digging into private affairs and overstepping inhumane boundaries.
jungkook was far from perfect, you knew that, they knew that— just not in the way they’d told you.
there had been nothing inherently wrong with what you had with jungkook. sure, you came from two completely different worlds, your job a lot less flashy, and arguably less successful than your (ex)boyfriend, but jungkook didn’t care.
because you liked him for him and that was really all he could ask you for. not when you sacrificed so much just to be with him.
nda forms, no public dates, weeks where he’d be abroad, too busy to call but too lonely not to leave you a heartfelt text about how much he missed you.
jungkook wasn’t selfish. you knew that. you’d always known that.
he hadn’t caged you. hadn’t locked the doors and fed the key to a beast where you couldn’t leave. fame hadn’t turned him into a monster— still very much human with human emotions and desires.
it’s a shame you’d let the pressure of those who were supposed to care about you ruin something so special.
the universe has funny ways of telling us things. just like how, if you and jungkook weren’t meant to be together, why was he all you saw. because your life would never be void of jungkook no matter how hard you tried to avoid him.
he was at a strange point in his career, every corner you turned, there he was. billboards, advertisements, his songs playing on the radio as you shop, coffee accompanied by the sweet melody of his voice. riding a steady wave of success with no clear end in sight.
you hadn’t called him for weeks, and he’d stopped leaving you messages on voicemail. perhaps he stopped caring. you wouldn’t blame him, could never blame him— probably swept up with a mountain of work, probably exhausted.
it takes you a month to realize that your misery was because of him. you’d been the one to end things, pressure of everyone finally getting to you. really you’d do anything to make the calls stop, the mean jabs over dinner or passive aggressive texts from friends.
lie after lie rotting your mind until you couldn’t take it anymore and you ran away from your problems.
maybe it was the silence of the evening. the way your friends had distanced themselves once you’d told them you’d stopped talking to jungkook; he was out of your life like they’d suggested. bitter betrayal squeezing your heart when you realize that isn’t what they wanted, because you were no use to them anymore if you had nothing to do with jungkook.
you’d been friends before lovers, their assumption being you’d just go back to being friends.
maybe it was the sticky solitude that had you roaming the streets gone midnight. in search of comfort, the only person you knew still had your back— who will always have your back no matter how big of a bitch you are.
you tug the sleeves of your hoodie further over your hands, tips of your fingers numb as you dial his apartment number.
you know he’s awake, hope slowly fizzling out the longer the door rings.
he doesn’t say anything, simply opening the door to the building. elevator taking an eternity to get to the lobby, even longer in taking you to the right floor.
jungkook’s stood at his door when you step out into the hallway, hair a little frizzy in the way it gets after he’s showered.
“hey” he says, and you stay rooted in your spot.
“i can’t stop thinking about you” you blurt, his figure nothing more than a blur as tears glaze your eyes.
“i can’t stop thinking about you either, my love”
“i’m so sorry” you shake your head as jungkook steps out of his apartment.
“don’t apologize, it must have been hard for you” he hums, tucking your hair behind your ear as you wipe your cheeks with the backs of your hands.
“don’t do this” you hiccup.
“don’t do what?” he smiles, hands falling onto your hips, gentle as he tugs you closer to his body.
“you’re too nice, you can’t be like this after what happened”
“nothing happened” jungkook shakes his head, taking a step backwards, pulling you along with him until you’re both in the warm of his apartment.
“i said some really mean things”
“that you didn’t mean”
your shoulders deflate, muscles warming under his hands like taffy.
“i know what was happening with your friends, your parents weren’t much help either. i’m not blaming you for something that was out of both our control”
“i shouldn’t have listened to them” you kick your shoes off.
“no, you shouldn’t have. but it’s not something we can change now”
bam peeks over the back of the couch, clumsy as he scuttles over to the two of you, “and what about us?”
“what about us?” jungkook kneels down, always one to spoil his dog with kisses, “why can’t we just go back to the way we were?”
you blink down at jungkook, “i’d really like that”
“i love you” he grins, “if you ever run away again, i’ll always wait for you at home. i’ll always be waiting”
“i won’t run again” you tell him, you’d made that mistake once, “i love you too much to do that again”
“i just put fresh sheets on the bed, if you wanna stay over?”
it’s strange, how even after a month apart, words that you never meant shouted in a fit of rage, and the distance of a city apart— jungkook will always feel like home.
the world viewed jungkook as perfect. and he wasn’t. not in the way everyone else saw him.
and even if jungkook were to be the beast, a villain of your love story, nothing could ever stop you from wandering back home into his arms. even if it meant the world was against you.
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8. Princess /knight, Jin, a fluffy smut? 🥲
*bites ur cheek lovingly* thank u for the request I love writing fantasy 🥹 also the smut is vague because I’m still blocked mentally loool so no major warnings
Late night visitations from Ser Seokjin had become commonplace. After every door had been closed and the king and queen had long fallen into a deep slumber, the young knight — now undressed from his usual heavy, loud armor — snuck into your chambers and held you in his arms.
It had started innocently enough — after a particularly harsh winter, the common folk had started to revolt, trying to get into the castle as to steal food (which, tragically, not even the royals had). It was after one stormy night, after the castle had been invaded and you were held hostage and your life threatened, that your fear of sleeping alone had begun.
The cruel winter came and went, violent nights turned into peaceful days, but your fright did not subside. As a way to combat that, your parents allowed for Ser Seokjin, one of the court’s most prolific swordsman, to guard your door. The idea soothed you, but the terror didn’t go away. So, after a few nights, when you asked for the man to enter your room so you could feel safer, he did so — hesitantly, but did.
That was the first night you had a good night of sleep in a long, long time. And your newfound energy was noticed by everyone, including your lovable knight, who seemed to use it as motivation and courage to keep watching you closely. Once again, seasons came and went and, by the next winter, Seokjin held you in his arms as you waited for the next invasion.
Luckily, it never came. However, different problems started to arise.
The biggest and most noticeable one: Seokjin was in love with you. You were no fool, you knew the signs: lovey smiles and long, profound stares. Lingering touches and intimate words. Promises that would go beyond what a server of the crown should say; whispered words of love and devotion that went above his duty. And, of course, the fact that you had fallen just as deeply.
“Give me the order, princess, and you know I will not deny you,” Seokjin spoke, his pouty lips brushing against yours. Your bedchamber was dark as obsidian, the curtains on your large balcony dancing in the wind. He was your entire world then, and you were his. “I will run away with you at any given time.”
“The order will come,” you lied to yourself, giving him a kiss on the lips. Seokjin melted under your touch, resting his face on your hand. “My brave, brave warrior.”
There was no doubt in your mind that he would leave everything behind for you — the fame and the glory, the safe confines of the castle walls, the protection of the crown. But things were not as easy for you: you had your duties to your people. Perhaps things would change, perhaps not. But you were tired of suffering because of what you could not control.
“I love you,” you spoke against his lips, muffling a cry that started to grow inside your throat. The knight held you like you were made of glass, like any abrupt movement would make you disintegrate into a daydream. “I love you so much.”
Seokjin kissed your temple and then moved below, just over your breast, to kiss over where your heart was. “I love you even more, my princess,” he spoke, voice full of adoration. You placed one hand on your mouth to suffocate your moans, feeling the delicious sensation of his member slowly entering you. You always felt whole like this: like the stars were aligned and the heat of his body against yours was all you’d ever need. “You have no idea how deeply.”
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Hey B! Can I request the NSFW + AU scenario #23 with Jungkook? 💕
Hi, Sunny! <333 of course, my love <3
Make Sure You're Still Alive
pairing: jungkook x f. reader
tw: jk is a tease, firefighter!jungkook (haha i hate myself can you imagine??????) unprotected sex
23. A wears a sexy costume and teases B all night. B isn't happy.
Of all things for Jungkook to dress up as. As if he wasn't hot enough being your boyfriend? He needed to have everyone in attendance drooling over him as he rolled in with his firefighter costume. The sleeves of his shirt were ripped off to show off his thiccccccc biceps and his overalls stuck to his legs like white on rice. Haha. Send help.
"Hey, baby," Jungkook grins when he spots you in your Monster High Frankie outfit. You felt a little dumb now. Haha. I hate it here, you think.
"You look absolutely beautiful," he compliments as he wraps you up in his bulging arms, squeezing you harder than necessary as you salivate over him.
"I didn't know that was your costume." you manage to get out of his hold, fanning yourself. "So good."
"Yeah! Last-minute decision, ya know? I think it looks okay," Jungkook shrugs easily, not knowing the hold that he has over you.
"Good choice," you grin, whimpering. Oh, this was gonna suck. How are you supposed to not jump him? You'd ride him like a cowboy if given the chance. Let him drain his balls in any of your orifices. Fuck, haha, whoo boy, this is hard, isn't it?
"Babe?" Jungkook asks, concerned.
"Mm?"
"You okay? Kinda zoned out on me," Jungkook says.
"Peachy! Well, I have a few ghouls to say hi to so I'll be getting off!" you screech before running away from your confused boyfriend. He stares after you, watching for a moment before going to find his own friends.
"She's horny," Taehyung says it simply.
"What?" Jungkook spits his drink out.
"H-O-R-N-Y! Horny!" Taehyung repeats. "You know, wet pussy?"
"Tae!" Jungkook groans, slapping his forehead. "Why are you so crude?!"
"Your girl is wet and I'm crude?" Taehyung asks his friends, who nod.
"Look, she's looking over," Hoseok tells Jungkook.
Jungkook turns around, smiling at his girl, who gets flustered and fans her face. Jungkook realizes Taehyung may be correct. Experimentally, he lowers one of the straps of his overalls and watches his girlfriend nearly cream herself before she's running off.
"You may be on to something," Jungkook tells his friend before he leaves the group.
All through the night, he teases you. A little strip tease here, a lingering kiss there, and him in his firefighting hat. It all makes you turn into putty until you're able to get him home, kissing him the moment the door shuts.
"I've been watching you all night," You admit as his hands are grabbing handfuls of your ass, lips quick to silence you.
"I know," he whispers against your lip, his hands undoing his pants, releasing his thick cock as he pushes your panties to the side. "Should have said this was a fantasy of yours, love. You know I am to please."
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hello! i see you’re open for drabble request, i would like to ask for forest bride where they go on a festival date, yoongi buying kiku anything that fascinates her (even tho she’s not really asking for it) and the people are gushing over them. thank you!
SWEET TRINKETS
Information: Forest Bride Drabble | Yoongi x Kiku | Click for original fic here if you're interested
Warnings: none.
Author's Note: sorry for the wait, things got really busy! I will be writing the other drabbles sent to me as well, don't worry <3
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．
It was Kiku's first Summer Night festival in the Onyx clan. Merchants from other territories would arrive in the clan with new items, trinkets, food and other goods in order to add interest to the usual routines of their territory. The stalls were vibrant in stalls of all colours. Yun and Nari already lost themselves in the crowd but Yoongi ensured to hold onto her hand.
“Brother’s really not letting go of that hand,” Yun joked. “It might fall off.”
Kiku chuckled as Yoongi only smirked.
Yun pushed Nari gently into the crowd as they rushed to a stall full of rare books.
Kiku and Yoongi padded over to the first stall where the merchant sold embroidered pouches and pieces. A beautiful blue cotton pouch with embroidered honeysuckles caught Kiku’s eye. She brushed her fingers against the soft material.
“It matches you perfectly, madam,” the merchant cheered as he picked up the pouch and brandished it. “Has enough space for all your coins. It can even fit jewellery.”
Kiku grinned. She adored honeysuckle flowers in the summertime, picking them constantly from the forests and filling the stone vases at their house. “It’s very pretty but I’ll keep looking around.” She kept her gaze lingered on the pouch but didn’t want to spend too many coins on little things. Perhaps some clothes or summer fruits may be better.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Master Min,” the merchant bowed.
Kiku looked back curiously to see what Yoongi purchased from the excited and proud merchant. And it was none other than the little pouch. Her cheeks burned. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“You need something to hold all your coins,” Yoongi explained as if it was a smart transaction.
Kiku chuckled, accepting the coin pouch and holding it close to her chest. “Are you trying to spoil me?”
“These markets only happen once a year, we might as well be a little indulgent.”
They walked in front of a silk stall and Kiku noticed a mint green silk dress with delicate gold embroidery that formed into water lilies. She glanced over at Yoongi who was keeping a close eyes. “I’m just looking.”
“If you look too long, who knows my coin will fly.” Yoongi smirked.
Kiku shook her head, brushing her fingers and feeling the soft textures of the embroidery. She bit down her bottom lip but didn’t say anything further. It was mesmerizing. The amount of variety in these stalls were truly majestic.
“You have a clip that matches this,” Yoongi said. “Might go with it.”
“Are you trying to tempt me?” Kiku asked.
“Only stating the facts.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest as he sauntered over to the merchant lady selling the silks.
“Let your husband buy it for you, madam, it’s good luck!” The merchant gestured, clearly trying to make a sale instead of actually showcasing the magical properties of this dress.
“We do need good luck.” Yoongi didn’t wait a second before buying the dress.
“Unbelievable.”
Kiku had a permanent smile fixed on her face as she hooked her arm on Yoongis’. They made their way to the food stalls where different fruits were displayed. Kiku saw the red dragon-fruits and pomegranates, quickly taking her own coins and handing them to the merchant. “I’ll buy the food.”
Yoongi chuckled. Perhaps a small light-hearted race had begun now as Kiku now immediately bought them some pork filled buns.
Kiku split one bun for the moment and shared it with Yoongi as they continued walking. Finally, they reached fragrance and bath stall.
This time, Yoongi bought the rose oil that Kiku was eyeing.
“Very helpful for couples this one,” the merchant called out. “Much pleasure if you put on the right places.” They winked.
Yoongi chuckled nervously, cheeks reddening as he cleared his throat. “Thank you.”
Kiku stifled laughter as she continued walking. “Make sure to put it on the right places.”
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