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Master List: The Littlest Dumpling
Summary: Beloved young adult author Yoongi Min, known to the world as author of the Lil King Yoongi saga, has stepped away from the spotlight for the last five years. Coming out of retirement, he is ready to step into new territory: picture books. Armed with an idea centered on his tumultuous childhood, Yoongi is unprepared to confront the friends he lost, the challenges he overcame, and the adventures that shaped him into the man he is today. With a new publisher, whose smile often sends a deep blush over his pale cheeks, can Yoongi make it through the editing, illustrating and launch of his highly anticipated new project? Or will he, like the dragons and little king he wrote about, scorch the earth, unsure how to tend to the swirling emotions around him? Only time, and too many edits, will tell.
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Slice of Life / Non Idol AU / Fluff / Maybe Smut
Rating: R - NC17
Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Maybe Smut,
Word Count: 46,045
Tag: #lilkingyoongi
Posting: Uhhh whenever I feel like it but probably Saturdays
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Yoonnnngggiiii
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#Lil’ Meow Meow#Minstradamus#Genius Min#Cat Rapper#King#Boss#ARMY’s Fiancé#The Man With A Million Lawsuits from in love ARMY#Scarface#Min Yoongi#SUGA#Yoongi#AGUSTD#BTS
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#bangta boys#bangtan#bangtan bomb#bangtan boys#bts#bts yoongi#bts suga#bts army#yoongi stans#min yoonji#min yoongi#yoongi#min suga#suga#august d x reader#lil meow meow#bts are kings#bts art
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BABY TIME
🪐 bts x f! pregnant! reader (separate)
🪐 headcanons // fluff+angst
☆ warnings: none except maybe no beta read !
a/n: potential part 2 for when the baby is born? depends on if people like this.. also just short hcs bcuz well.. i overdid myself and did all 7 in one post... sigh (i made tis longer than it was supposed to be wtf)
☆KIM SEOKJIN
"Aishh! you already had chocolate earlier!"
constantly watching your diet, making sure all your vitamin and certain intakes are proper
"Jin I'm craving ramyeon with milk mixed in.." "WHAT"
catching him ask his mom what she needed and what she wouldve done if she got pregnant again (he has no shame)
he's an absolute prince in your child's eyes
when he has to leave, he calls you at least every 2 hours and if he can't, he messages you!! (asking for pics of you and the baby)
in love with role-playing with the child, wether it be king and princess, or knights and bandits (you're the damsel in distress)
☆ | 🪐 | ☆
☆MIN YOONGI
honestly, he was terrified of being a father because of his experience with his own father
once he realized the whole weight of the situation, he understood that he WILL be a good (and supportive) father because you are with him
learning that your child also has a thing for music
absolutely bringing your baby to the studio and letting him have his own crib next to his producing set-up
has noise cancelling headphones for the baby if he has to record something or when he's going to fully focus on producing
(of course has the volume on his headphones a medium volume so he can hear if the baby wakes up)
made a joke about how in daechwita, you'd be his empress and the baby is the heir
cue him posting a photo of the three of you in traditional hanbok (yoongi in daechwita outfit, without the long hair because baby will be upset)
☆ | 🪐 | ☆
☆JUNG HOSEOK
always taking photos of your progress
"look here!"
he always tries to keep you active
massages all day everydayyy
you got him to chill with the dance practices so that he both doesnt overwork himself AND you get to spend more time with him
absolutely doing the silliest things to entertain the baby
it's obvious who the favorite is 😐
showing dance moves to the baby and doing silly faces
has a picture of the three of you in hope world, he loves staring at it and just being grateful for his family
he's j-hope, you're bae-hope, baby is mini/baby-hope
☆ | 🪐 | ☆
☆KIM NAMJOON
songs containing references and metaphors that relate to you and the baby (not that he DIDNT do this before)
maybe even a whole mini-album dedicated to your journey into parenthood, each song created throughout your progress till your due date
he did his thorough research on pregnancy and things related to it and constantly gives you advice
when the baby is old enough for long distance rides, family trips are a common thing
loves cradling the baby and blabbering about an art piece they're standing in front of
you're so in love? help???
he has 3 lil plants, the 3rd plant being a new sprout that he likes to say is the baby (it sprouted the day the baby was born?? omg???)
☆ | 🪐 | ☆
☆PARK JIMIN
you became an absolute princess the moment he found out you were pregnant
wonders if the baby would grow up to have the same fingers as his papa mochi
already planning to convince the baby to try a martial art or a type of dancing so he and his papa can have multiple ways of bonding
dropping hints about the baby mochi on some of his lives
one time he asked if he can try your breastmilk
😐😑😐
teasing him about how when the baby holds his fingers, they look the same
☆ | 🪐 | ☆
☆KIM TAEHYUNG
honestly you'd have around 2-3 kids
but this is your first one, taehyung is honestly nervous
absolutely SURE he wants to be a father but more worried on if he'd be a good one
at this point, he'd also be another baby
"Ack, my feet hurt quite a bit.." "AREYOUALRIGHT?DOYOUNEEDTOGOTOTHEHOSPITAL??ILLCALLDOCTORPARK"
you personally think he might be the one more stressed even when he isnt the one carrying the baby
2nd questioner of wifey's breast milk taste
yeontan and the baby being bestfriends
yeontan has super instincts and starts going wild when he feels the baby is about to start crying
☆ | 🪐 | ☆
☆JEON JUNGKOOK
he watched the movie Up with taehyung and they googled why the old couple had a miscarriage, he learned it was from lead exposure
so now he keeps you away from drying walls and dusty areas and even has a small baggy filled with masks and cleansing tissue
he calls it "baby protection protocal"
surprisingly very calm and responsible! (hes trying to win your trust so that he can spoil your child rotten)
absolutely DROPS the fact that he is having a child and dragged you into the view of the live
3rd questioner of wifey's breast milk taste
baby plays with daddy's lip ring because he finds it really cool
baby also thinks daddy's sleeve tattoo is cool and always wants to slobber his saliva on it
baby wants to ride on bam's back??? 😭😭😭😭
#☆jeonitopia hcs#☆jeonitopia#bts x reader#kim seokjin x reader#kim namjoon x reader#min yoongi x reader#jung hoseok x reader#park jimin x reader#kim taehyung x reader#jeon jungkook x reader#bts headcanons#bts fluff#jungkook headcanons#jin headcanons#rm headcanons#rapmonster headcanons#namjoon headcanons#v headcanons#taehyung headcanons#jimin headcanons#jhope headcanons#hoseok headcanons#bts imagine
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Babee, the partner privilege headcannon, esp yoongi is just lovee.
I wouldn't mind a detailed hc for yoongi boongi
👉🏻👈🏻❤
Partner Privileges with Yoongi
Yoongi x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: I’m so glad y’all have enjoyed the partner privileges lists so much, I've had a lot of fun writing
them! I kinda want to make individual lists like this for the other members as well, tell me what y'all think!
Masterlist
Requests are open
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As I said before, I think skinship would be a big one for him. The number of clips of this
man twitching to hold the members hands fucking kills me. He’s secretly a massive
cuddle enthusiast if you ask me, especially when y’all sleep together, but that’s hdkgfjhdfvb
Deep talks. He's definitely gotten better about this in the past few years, but he still tends
to feel rather awkward about opening up and sharing what’s on his mind, but he tries to
push through that when he’s with you. He really wants to be open and vulnerable with
you, it just takes him a little time.
Sharing food/drinks. He very much has that “what’s mine is yours” attitude, imo. There’s
a clip of Hobi being like “You put your lips on that(the coffee they were sharing), and
Yoongi just blinks and says “I love you”, as if that makes everything cool, but that’s his
same approach w you. He also just likes making sure you’re eating well.
As I’ve also said before, he is an Acts of Service King. It doesn’t matter if it’s the middle
of the night or if he's on the other side of the planet, if you need help with anything, he
will find a way to help you or be there for you.(He would be the type to order you food or
smth when your sick/sad while he’s away, or help you reset smth on your laptop/tv via
video call at like 3am)
Petnames. He claims he doesn’t really care for them, but you defintely notice the way his
ears get a lil rose tinted when you call him soft things like baby, sweetie, or jagi(this one
hits especially hard early on when he’s not as used to hearing you speak Korean
yet)
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#yoongi headcanons#yoongi scenarios#yoongi reaction#yoongi fluff#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x reader#bts headcanons#bts reaction#bts reactions#bts requests#bts scenarios#bts x y/n#bts x reader#bts fluff#7ndipity
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T R I C K O R T R E A T
presented by BTS Fantasy and Fangs
Celebrate this Hallows' Eve with legends told by our most esteemed ghouls. Enter worlds of the unknown and lose yourself in these tales. But beware: one might lose themselves in these hallowed stories.
Rating: Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.
Note: This collaboration features works written as general works and works that were assigned via a Secret-Santa style within the BTS Fantasy & Fangs server in which writers did not know who was gifting them a work!
LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.
T R I C K S
☾ Title: Devil Town
☾ Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader
☾ Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.
☾ Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff
☾ Rating: PG
as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real
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☾ Title: Handmaidens
☾ Pairing: OT7 x reader
☾ Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne – the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before it’s too late?
☾ Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher
☾ Rating: TBD
as told by @eserethriddle
☾ Title: Have Mercy
☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!Yoongi
☾ Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone.
☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AU
☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
as told by @sweetestofchaos
Title: The One who Saved Us All
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.
Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?
Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+
as told by @quirkybtsarmy
☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be
☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader
☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut
☾ Rating: m (18+)
☾ Summary: You aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man.
You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are.
But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want.
as told by @caelesjjk
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T R E A T S
☾ Title: Blessed With A Curse
☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader
☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.
☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU
☾ Rating: NC-17
as told by @sweetestofchaos for @jessikahathaway
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☾ Title: Bump In The Night
☾ Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader
☾ Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always right—you should fear the dark and especially what’s waiting in it.
☾ Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut
☾ Rating: MA
as told by @colormepurplex2 for @minisugakoobies
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☾ Title: Carmen
☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung
☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous.
☾ Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut
☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature
as told by @sailoryooons for @gimmethatagustd
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☾ Title: Fledgling
☾ Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon
☾ Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.
☾ Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut
☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
as told by @theharrowing for @sweetestofchaos
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☾ Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star
☾ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin
☾ Summary: You didn’t mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witches’ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. You’re co-workers, not lovers.) It’s particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else.
☾ Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU
☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature
as told by @vyduan for @colormepurplex2
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☾ Title: Lose Your Head
☾ Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader
☾ Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...
☾ Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+
as told by @jessikahathaway for @/sailoryooons
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☾ Title: The Love Witch
☾ Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung
☾ Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.
☾ Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor
☾ Rating: 18+
as told by @gimmethatagustd for @theharrowing
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☾ Title: Passage
☾ Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin
☾ Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist.
☾ Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU
☾ Rating: M(18+)
as told by @minisugakoobies for @vyduan
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Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.
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OOOH can we get a lil' something for Yoongi from even days?
Of course, I won't let you guys starve haha (pls don't hate me) Warnings for obvious NSFW content oops..
It's quiet. So quiet, in fact, that you could swear you can hear the watch on his wrist click with ever second passing, mechanical clockwork spinning and moving with time passing by. Then, he chuckles. Lowly so, almost like the purr of a tiger.
He's pleased. Entertained, even. Amused.
"Come here." He orders with a gentle tone, no need for harsh dominance because you're perfectly behaving. Sometimes, you don't.
Because sometimes, you want him to punish. Sometimes, you need the harsh sting of his hands on you. Sometimes, you aim to misbehave. But today, you don't. Today, you just want to please, and beloved in return for it.
A simple exchange. Your efforts for his affection.
You stand in front of him. It's yet again quiet as he observes you, only sound coming from his hands inspecting your body, fingers easily pulling your shirt over your head, before they untangle the knot holding your shorts up your waist. He pulls them down. You step out of them in trained movements. He smiles.
You're just such a good girl for him, most of the time.
He knows what you want. Why you want this in particular, why you need it. And it falls in place perfectly with his own desires and wants, two puzzle pieces aligning into one bigger picture. You're just what he wants, and he's just what you need.
Security. Comfort. Guidance.
Someone to take the control, lead you and take away the burden of decisions and choices. He's your master, your king, your everything, and you've chosen that for yourself years prior. You wouldn't want anyone else ever again.
Never.
"Sit." He orders next, has made space for you on his desk in front of him, and you do as he says, as you sit right in front of him on the cool wooden surface. He reaches out, observes you for a second, before his fingers curl into the opposite ends of the front of your simple black panties. Yoongi has been working out these days. It's evident to you, the change. But his hands had always been big, and strong.
One of your favorite features of his, right after his eyes.
Fabric rips, gives up quickly at the way he pulls it apart, your already wet cunt exposed to him, and your toes curl for a second in anticipation. It's a gamble, right now, because Yoongi doesn't just eat you out, or maybe give you a handjob.
You'll either be a crying mess at the end of this, skin slick with sweat from your body trying to handle orgasm after orgasm, or you'll be begging for your release, anything to get him to grant you at least one high without ruining it for his own fun.
You wonder what you'll get. Both sound absolutely amazing to you.
He can see your aching hole already clenching around nothing, hand reaching out to have his fingers spread you out further, just to enjoy the sight a little longer. His thumb collects some of your arousal, moves upwards to flick your clit, and he watches how your lower stomach tenses up, body fighting the urge to flinch.
And then, you drip.
One single drop of your essence, falling onto the carpeted floor of his office, right between his shoes.
His lips twitch upwards, eyes moving towards yours, as you look at him with the eyes of cornered prey.
Oh he knows exactly what he's going to do to you.
And he will enjoy every second of it.
#bts imagine#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts smut#yoongi imagine#yoongi smut#bts yoongi imagine#min yoongi imagines#min yoongi imagine#yoongi imagines#yoongi drabble
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jewel hello hello!! congrats on the milestone!!!! i’ve been all up in my fluffy physical-touch-is-my-love-language feels and i was wondering if you’d be willing to drabble or headcanon bts’s favorite way to touch/hold/physically manifest in your space when they get home? so so so many congrats again :)))
mg hello <3 thank you for the congrats and the request, this was very comforting even if i am the most touch-adverse person alive <3
i enlisted bee's help bc she's a wizard and the best <3 @hot-soop
headcanons: bts as physical touch/affection
seokjin —
king of domesticity aka food as a love language
has dinner 95% done by the time you get home, so you have regularly scheduled back hugs while he's at the stove
doesn't strike me as super physically affectionate; would probably be more comfortable receiving it than instigating
would be a crime to let those shoulders go to waste, though, so put your head on it
wants you to put your feet in his lap while you're on the couch but DOES NOT want to touch them (rip taehyung)
big fan of forehead/temple kisses
strikes me as the type to link pinkies rather than fully hold hands and i love that for him <3
yoongi —
he is the #1 acts of service king and i will die on that hill
please hold his hand, though
and scratch at his scalp, please
and just know to do it bc he'd probably rather die than ask you to do it, and probably displays affection all wrong and semi-violently. bee said he'd tug an earlobe as a sign of affection and that's bang on.
has big "will gently scratch/rub your back as you're falling asleep" vibes
GENTLE SHOULDER KISSES!!!
whatever it is, acts like he hates it
(still makes you mixtapes/playlists, though)
hobi —
good luck peeling him off of you
completely goofy, over the top, exaggerated displays of affection
cheek/forehead/etc. smooches with sound effects, tickling under your chin, hip checks, butt smacks
honestly all over kisses; bee says behind the ear and i agree
always an arm over your shoulder; tucks you into his side when he hugs you
talks a mile a minute at you as soon as you're through the door
namjoon —
let's be real he is probably off in another world whenever you get home so you have to go find him; either off reading a book or in the studio
wherever he is, always says "hi, baby" (#1 baby as a pet name king) and lets you plop into his lap to tell him about your day <3
you'll be able to hear him coming a mile away when he gets home. probably won't admit it but loves when you meet him at the door. probably plays dumb like "ha ha how did you know i was there" but he's also holding a ripped grocery bag with all your food on the ground, so......
big big big "hand on thigh" vibes
also just big in general so i think he'd really enjoy feeling a lil delicate and protected sometimes? born to be the small spoon tbh
we all saw that video of him at hobi's album release party so big fan of a protective hand on your back/shoulder/etc. in group settings
alone, though — top of head kisses!
jimin —
we all know jimin is very physically affectionate but also very emotionally intelligent so he'd know when to rein it in and when to ramp it up
good day at work? kiss and let me hear all about your day. bad day at work? he's pulling out all the stops. whatever you want, you're getting.
and if either of you went out with your friends? get ready to spill and receive all the tea
tangled together on the couch/in bed vibes
also strikes me as the type to link pinkies so let's hope yours is smaller than his
blows you kisses from across the room so please accept them dramatically bc if you don't he will mime falling to the floor and dying of a broken heart
taehyung —
king of romance, king of affection
continuing the taehyung foot fetish agenda sorry but it's true: MASSAGES
would love to brush your hair for you. put on your lotion for you. doesn't know how to do hair but would love to practice different updos or types of braids, etc. just wants someone to fuss over and someone that will fuss over him in return.
another one that's zoned out when you get home — probably covered in paint or playing the saxophone or doing god knows what. never know what you're walking into
comes to find you immediately when he gets home, though. clingy (affectionate) vibes, but why would he ever want to be separated from his favorite person??
get ready for your house to become a part-time flower shop/museum bc every trinket suspiciously reminds you of him and he "couldn't help himself"
will kiss your hands/wrists/etc.
jungkook —
also strikes me as the type who's more comfortable receiving affection/physical touch than instigating
except we know he's also the jealous type so lots of little touches that let people know he's with you but not, like, possessive. he's got sense
playfully whiny and clingy. will drape himself over you to get attention
will draw little sketches of you when you're on opposite sides of the couch <3
please run your hands through his hair/scratch his scalp while he's gaming
NECK KISSES
will probably let you do whatever you want tbh. wanna paint his nails? sure. want to color in his tattoos with markers? love it, go for it. have a spur of the moment urge to bleach and dye his hair at 3am? don't even need to ask.
just wants to hang out with you <3
these are obviously all vibes so feel free to come discuss what i got wrong/right in my inbox!
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↳ Index [Snippet #34 - Creampies & Fishnets]
"When you breed Jungkook in fishnets."
Pairing: Tattooist!Jungkook x Restaurant Owner!Reader
Genre: Porn haha, some domestic Fluff in the beginning
Warnings: bratty sub!Jungkook who turns good boy in the end, hard dom!Reader, sadism & masochism, degradation (she calls him slut, whore, bitch, cumhole), praise (she calls him good boy, her baby & puppy too), rough pegging, Jungkook is so vocal omfg, he loves talking back to get a lil punishment :), dirty talk, leather kink, tattoo & piercing kink, Jungkook wears make up and has his nails painted 🥴, he wears fishnets, primal play (she chases him & he has to escape), slight strength kink, huge squirting dildos, spanking, flogging, CBT, hair pulling, handjobs, rimjob, lube, anal fingering, use of glass anal toys, buttplugs, some nipple play, he has sensitive pierced nipples, orgasm torture, edging & forced orgasm, prostate milking, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), subby boy!tears, Jungkook is such a size king, breeding with so much fake cum, creampies, the fluffiest aftercare!!, they love each other so much :(
Wordcount: 11.4k
a/n: at this point I'm just incredibly bi for both of them. I also wanna state that I have zero tattoos, but this couple makes me wanna get some hahaha. I also want to state that this stems from my horniest desires, this is pure jerk off porn holy fuck. I have to take a walk now, have fun besties 🏃🏻♀️🧡
"Ah fuck, I messed up again. Stop moving so much", you grumble at him, reaching for the cotton swap.
"I'm not moving", Jungkook defends himself, watching as you soak the cotton with the nail polish remover to fix the mistake you made on his ring finger.
"Yeah, you are. Each time you sing, you move your hand", you murmur, working precisely to clean around the edges of his polished nail.
Deep black with a glossy finish. It compliments his tattoos spanning all the way from his fingers up to his shoulder blades.
"Oh? Now I'm not even allowed to sing?" Jungkook laughs.
"Not until I'm done."
He clicks his tongue, "mean."
"It's just one more nail babe, you'll manage."
You are sitting on the living room floor, having turned your coffee table into your makeshift nail art studio. The bluetooth speakers, which Jungkook installed throughout the house, are playing your favourite getting-ready-playlist, lifting your mood by a hundred.
Jimin and Yoongi asked the entire gang to come to a leather party in the neighboring town's most popular kink club and of course you and your husband agreed instantly. Leather was entirely your thing. Mix that with a chance to see your friends, an opportunity to dress up and an excuse to get out your prettiest gear and you two are at the front of the queue. Hoseok and Tashyung promised to pick you up on their way and told Seokjin that he can drive with them too. Jimin and Yoongi will pick up Namjoon later, who currently celebrates his well-deserved single life. The group chat has been busy the entire day and excitement for the party was grande.
"Jungkook!" you exclaim.
"What I do?" he gasps, widening his eyes in an innocent way (he knows that he isn’t innocent, but loves to act as if he was).
"Dancing isn’t better, you doofus", you complain, wiping off the huge plop of polish you left on his pinky finger.
"You gotta tell me that", he says, earning himself a roll of your eyes.
"I sometimes can’t believe you", you murmur, "there, all done."
Jungkook pulls his hands from the table, examining them with his fingers stretched out. You close the polish in the meantime.
"Wow", he says, voice slightly pitched in honest awe, "they look so beautiful", he lowers his hands, "thank you so much, my love. I love them so much."
He wanted to reach for you and kiss you, but you flinched back.
"Careful, you'll ruin them. You gotta let them dry."
He sacks his shoulders, pouting so incredibly sadly.
"But kissies", he murmurs.
You lean forward and smooch his lips.
"Better?"
"Ye", he says with the goofiest grin ever.
You pinch his chin and stand up.
"Imma make a pre party snack now. I'm too old to drink on an empty stomach. Want something too?"
"Yes, please."
You and Jungkook thankfully started early enough with your preparations to feel no ounce of stress right now. Quite frankly, your entire day was planned out with party preparations. A good workout in the morning to make your bodies really pop (Jungkook’s words not yours). Then after a shower and hair wash, Jungkook painted your nails a dark black and while you let it dry, made breakfast. If one was worrying. Bam was staying with your parents tonight. Jungkook and you drove him to them after your nails dried, staying for a glass of orange juice fresh from the oranges of their tree. Your parents have really been making an effort ever since you moved back home and while the start was a little rocky, you really love that spending time with them feels like it did when you were a child again. They loved Jungkook as if he was their own son and loved Bam as if he was their grandson, having agreed to watch your little puppy without hesitation. After coming home from your parents and some free time, which you spent cleaning the house because you both love coming home to a clean house after a night out, you painted Jungkook’s nails, now preparing both of you a quick late afternoon snack.
"I hope you like toast. I thought some carbs are the perfect base", you tell him, already munching on your buttered toast.
"I love it, thank you baby", Jungkook says, opening his mouth so you could feed it to him.
You clean up the kitchen and your impromptu nail salon after finishing your snacks. By the time you finished, Jungkook’s nails have already dried enough that he can safely handle things.
You find him in your bedroom, looking through the closet.
"What's your vision?" you ask him.
"I'm thinking slutty husband", he says, making you snort.
"You wanna identify as a husband?"
He looks over his shoulder, studying you from head to toe
"Yeah? Why?"
You shrug your shoulders, "just thought you'd go with something like slutty biker who gets his dick wet each night."
"Ooh I like the way you think, that does sound like me. What's your vision, babe?"
You join him by the closet, opening the drawer with your leather gear.
"I was thinking super hot leather babe with great tits."
Jungkook chuckles, "that does sound like you", he mumbles mindlessly, flicking through his leather pants collection in search of that one distinct pair. It sits the lowest it can get and emphasises his ass and crotch maddeningly well whilst showing off his happy trail. Jungkook pulls it out of the drawer, taking a pair of tightly knotted fishnets with them. Black of course.
He throws them both on the bed and then moves on to picking out the perfect shirt. There are three options for him. A leather chest harness which accentuates his muscles, a fishnet turtleneck and a body tight crop top without sleeves. He shows you all three options, posing in his briefs and white toe socks, which for some reason he pulled up all the way.
"Crop top, no doubt", you tell him, "that shirt with those pants? Honey, you’re gonna get fucked tonight", you say.
"Message received, crop top it is", he says, putting the other clothes away again, "now jewellery. Imma change my piercings too. Need the ones you can see through the shirt. And my ears too? I think yeah", he is talking to himself and so you stop listening to concentrate on your own outfit instead.
You decide to go with leather pants as well, combining them with a black mesh crop top that really shows off all the tattoos you have collected over the years with Jungkook. You really love showing them off, because most of them your husband did and you are so proud of all his work.
"Two more hours babe, Imma start doing my makeup", you let him know on your way to the bathroom.
Jungkook, who is in the middle of changing out his nipple piercings, looks up.
"Okay, thanks for telling me the time", he says, returning to his task.
He joins you in the bathroom ten minutes later.
"Piercings successfully changed?" you ask him.
"Yup. Watcha think?"
He exchanged his silver eyebrow piercing for a black steel one, matching his earrings as well. His lip ring he kept intact, but he exchanged his barbell nipple piercings for heavy rings so they would really show up under the shirt.
"You look so good. Shit, I forgot how sexy those rings look", you say, eyes lingering on his chest
"Yeah right?" he rubs his hands under them, "I'm not used to how heavy they are. My nips are gonna be hypersensitive, I'm telling you."
"Hot, can’t wait to play with them", you tease, ignoring the longing gaze he sends your way to instead finish applying your skin care.
"You're gonna give me a boner if you keep talking like that", he whines, cracking you up.
"Sorry boo, I’ll tone it down."
"No, no continue I like it", he assures you and opens his cabinet to finally begin prepping his face as well.
With thirty minutes to spare before Hoseok arrives, both of you finally finish your make-up looks. You went for smokey eyes and glossy lips. Jungkook went for a smudged eye look and red tainted lips. You both also went for sparkly highlighter, which you helped apply for each other.
It gives you just enough time to finish your looks until they were both perfect and you looked like two sexgods (Jungkook’s words not yours). You also somehow matched without actually initially planning to. But even if you hadn’t matched, people would have known you two belong together. There was just something in your energy and vibe that showed that you two were an inseparable team.
You insisted on snapping a few pictures in front of the mirror and Jungkook agreed passionately. So you spent the entire remaining ten minutes taking photos, dancing to your favourite songs and almost making out atop the bed.
You probably would have ended up making out, if Hoseok hadn’t rang your phone, informing you that they were there. You then grabbed your money and finally left for the night.
"You guys look so hot what the hell?" Hoseok greets you, looking like a leather god himself in his harness and tight pants.
"You look hot too, like damn" you tell him, "you too Tae, you look like a slut."
"Well thank you, that was my plan. I wanna get fucked tonight", he says, showing off his legs in the tiniest booty shorts known to mankind and a lowcut shirt over which he threw on a jacket.
You pick up Seokjin at his house, complimenting him on his scorchingly hot leather look. Longarm shirt and pants. It fit his shoulders so well. And then you are cruising down the coastline with loud music blasting in the radio and the mood being amazing.
You meet the rest of your gang in front of the club. Jimin decided to not wear a shirt at all while Yoongi went for a leather vest with a newsboy hat look. Namjoon chose leather pants and a jacket, having mousse in his hair.
"Whore you look amazing", you greet Jimin.
"Bitch you don’t talk, you are such a slut", Jimin greets you, taking you into a tight hug, "I'd fuck you if I were straight."
"Well thank you", you laugh, breaking out of the hug to greet the others with a hug as well.
"You look so hot Joon. I see someone’s trying to get over that bitch", you say.
"Yeah, totally. She was the biggest mistake in my life, no joke", Namjoon says, "gotta make sure to replace those memories with actual good ones. I mean, she couldn’t even fuck for shit."
"I never liked her", Yoongi says.
"Me neither, I thought her breath always stank. I could even smell it through pictures", Taehyung agrees.
"Yeah totally", Hoseok says, nodding his head.
"You're better off single", Seokjin says.
"Totally", Jungkook nods his head.
No, the break up was not recently. His ex just turned out to be complete and utter human garbage. He deserves to hate and you are all ready to support him like the family you were.
"I hope you get laid tonight, hun", you say, patting Namjoon's arm before stepping back and tugging Jungkook close to you by his exposed waist, "you ready to party?"
"So ready, let's go", Seokjin says.
"Are you gonna end up sitting in a corner and playing mobile games again?" Jimin asks him teasingly, slinging an arm around him.
"No? What the hell? I never do that?" Seokjin complains with red ears, which means he was very much planning on doing so. And he will, but he will assure you that he was having a great time with little waves and smiles at the rest of you as you were grinding on the dance floor.
Namjoon will also be very successful in his task of getting laid, having to leave the party early with a beautiful woman by his side.
Taehyung will be successful too, except that he won't be leaving the party but will engage in it in the VIP area just up the stairs.
"They’re all having so much fun", Jungkook rasps against your neck. He is as close as the situation allows, lipstick smeared and eyeshadow smudged even more. His eyelids are heavy in sex, his hair is soaked in sweat.
"Whatcha mean?" you ask him. You have your head rested against his chest, enjoying the electrifying feeling of having Jungkook’s strong hands on your hips as his tattooed arms are slung around you from behind.
"I can see Tae give it doggy from here", Jungkook rasps, "I wanna fucking rail you doggy too", he adds with his parted lips pressed against your ear.
You grind back into him, moaning needily. The music drowns out everything either way. Besides, nobody would care if you fucked right here and there, you wouldn’t be the only ones.
"Seokjin’s having fun too, look", Jungkook speaks.
He is talking to someone, sharing drinks.
"What do you think they're talking about?"
"Maybe how hard your cock is?"
Jungkook chuckles deeply, "fuck baby", he growls playfully, dragging his nose up and down the side of your neck, "you're so fucking sexy, can't help it."
You turn, hooking your arms behind his neck. Jungkook pulls your hips snug against his instantly. Next to you, Yoongi is currently fighting off Jimin slipping his hand down his pants.
"I need you so bad." and "not here, I’m shy", you hear something along that line and then the music drowns them out again.
Jungkook looks so fucking sexy under those lights. Reds and pinks and purples, all hazy because of the smoke and distorted by the people around you.
It compliments Jungkook’s skin so well.
"I'm so fucking obsessed with you", you say, gripping his face harshly just so you can kiss.
Jungkook moans lewdly, biting down on your lower lip playfully. It makes you hiss and pull back just enough that you can stare at him. He is smirking.
"I need you like crazy", he rasps.
You move closer, lips brushing against his', "and I wanna breed you like an animal."
Jungkook widens his eyes in genuine surprise.
"Damn babe", another genuine reaction.
"I'm serious, I want you bent over, ass bred and mind complacent."
"Shit baby, what the hell?" Jungkook laughs, squeezing your hips, "what's gotten into you?"
"You. Also, I drank a shot of tequila with Hobi when you were gone taking a piss."
Jungkook sneaks a glance at the latter, who is currently busy chatting up a very obvious leather daddy. He shifts his eyes back to you, gulping at how heavy they look in arousal.
"Wanna call a cab and dip?"
"Yes."
After saying your goodbyes to everyone except Taehyung as he was busy otherwise, you and Jungkook manage to snatch a cab back home.
You spent the entire ride home groping Jungkook’s body and slathering his neck in needy kisses. You also spent an unhealthy amount of fumbling with the hem of his fishnets which he pulled up his waist far enough so that it would peek out of his pants and accentuate his happy trail even more.
"I wanna rip that off of you", you whisper into his ear, "it's driving me crazy."
You try to slip your hand inside, needing nothing more than to play with his hair.
"Babe wait", Jungkook stops you in a quiet chuckle, "the cab driver."
You sneak a glance at the driver, dropping your head on Jungkook’s shoulder with a defeated groan.
Your manners last two minutes and then you start fumbling again, tracing Jungkook’s abs. His skin feels so sticky from dancing, now ice cold from being exposed in the fresh air for too long. But every touch you leave, returns some of that heat, riling Jungkook up even if he doesn’t let it show for the sake of the cab driver.
"I wanna play your body like it's my favourite game", you rasp against his neck, "hear me? I won’t stop until I'm a pro at it."
Jungkook tilts his head, kissing your forehead, "of course baby", he says lovingly.
He almost moans when you abandon his abs to instead rub his nipples over his terribly thin shirt. Not that the thickness of the fabric would have any difference. Just like Jungkook figured, the big rings made his nipples hypersensitive. Your messy, yet incredibly good touch goes straight to his cock. Everything stopping his cock from ripping through the seams, is Jungkook’s hand on it, squeezing it as tightly as possible to stop the blood flow.
"We're not alone", he whispers shakily, forcing his body to stay still.
"I need your nips in my mouth, baby", you rasp, "all swollen and hard from having to carry those big rings. I need them against my tongue."
Jungkook exhales shakily, "fucking shit", he whispers under his breath, tilting his hear back for a second to gain control again. He lifts it.
"Sorry Sir, but how long still?" he asks the cab driver.
"Five minutes Sir", he answers him and turns the music back up again.
"Okay, thank you", Jungkook turns to you, "five minutes, please baby."
"I can't wait any longer, I need you", you say, trying to slip your hand under his shirt.
Jungkook grabs your wrist and pins it against his tummy.
"Five minutes, please", he says sternly.
"So uncool", you murmur, gazing at his lips.
The cab driver lets you out in front of your house, driving off quickly.
You turn to Jungkook now that you are alone, gripping him by his dainty waist to pull him close.
"Babe wait", Jungkook stumbles with a laugh, finding support on your shoulders.
"Shut up and kiss me", you hiss, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"Mhmbaby", he murmurs, almost falling over his own feet as you not only kiss him like crazy, you also push him closer to your front door, guiding the way without looking. It is a dangerous game you're playing, but you can’t stop.
All night long, you had to watch Jungkook dance and laugh and sing. All night long, you had to stare at his scorchingly hot legs in those tight leather pants and his well-groomed bush and that dainty waist of his' hugged by fishnets. All night long, you had to look at his messy makeup and feel his painted fingernails swirl over your skin and you have had enough. You need him like lungs need air and fins need water.
The kiss breaks because looking for the keys is impossible. Jungkook fumbles with them, trying and failing to flee from you grinding yourself into him.
"Give me a minute baby, I can’t open the door like that", he chuckles.
"Hurry up, will you?"
"I'm trying. It’s hard when you’re humping me."
The door clicks and opens.
You rip it open for him and seconds later push him inside just so you can kick the door closed behind you and pin Jungkook against the dresser in your hallway.
"Wait you-" he gets silenced by your lips, mewling into the sloppy kiss instead while you bend his body over that uncomfortable dresser.
You have your knee between his legs, rubbing his cock and balls with such vigour he wonders if you want him to completely crumble here and now.
"Ah please", he moans breathily, knees buckling and fingers gripping your thigh, "give me a minute to take off my boots."
You give him a growl as an answer, stepping back. You take off your own shoes in the meantime, discarding them in the middle of the walkway because you can’t be bothered to waste time.
Jungkook uses the opportunity to flee out of the entryway, getting chased by you all the way to your hallway leading upstairs.
You grab his waist.
"Wait", he squeaks in a shy chuckle, squirming in your hold.
You twirl him.
"Baby wait", he laughs.
"What?" you ask, "why are you acting like that?"
"Why are you acting like that?"
"Because you- urgh" you press him against the railing harshly, knocking a needy moan out of him, "you fucking annoy the living shit outta me. How dare you flaunt your slutty little waist and your whore thighs all night long. You are such a slut, you fucking anger me", you growl, feeling him up hungrily.
"Jesus fucking Christ", Jungkook gasps, eyes comically big, "you're crazy."
"Yeah, crazy for you. I want you on my strap. Now."
"Okay, okay wait", Jungkook laughs, fighting off your hands trying to open his pants, "wait a minute, wait."
"Jungkook please", you whine, falling against him in a defeated manner, "pleasee let me fuck you open. Please I'm begging you, I need to fuck you. That’s all I need."
Jungkook chuckles, "I didn’t say no, just give me a minute."
"No minutes, I need you now", you say, trying to kiss him again.
He stops you with his fingers squishing your cheeks.
"I'm sweaty, sticky and stinky. I need a shower", he says.
"You don’t stink, you smell like sex", you whine, "let me smell you", you add, fighting his hold for a sniff of his neck.
He lets you, laughing loudly when you do the most intense and honest nose breathe he has ever heard you do.
"Urgh yeah", you say in a deep voice, "I need this fucking packaged, you smell so fucking good."
"Fine", he chuckles, "fine, then at least let me clean out. I don’t feel comfortable without cleaning out."
You inhale again, grinding into him in a defeated, almost stubborn manner.
"Fine", you give in, "I want you to feel comfy. Go clean your ass, urgh stupid cleaning out, I just want your ass now. Why did nature make it dirty?"
"Yeah big mood", Jungkook pecks your cheek, "give me twenty."
"You get fifteen and not a second longer."
"Fine, fifteen. Good god, I married a crazy woman", he says and turns to hurry upstairs.
Contrary to your first words, you both take a quick shower, exchanging your dirty party clothes for clean new ones in a similar style. You go for tight leather pants and a lace bra, knowing very well that more clothing is unnecessary.
You knock on the closed bathroom door.
"You've got five more minutes. I expect you back in fishnets."
"Yeah, yeah. Where you off to?"
"Come and find me, will you?"
"Babe wait!" you hear Jungkook call out and then you have already disappeared out of the bedroom, geared up with all the toys you need and more.
Jungkook comes out of the bathroom to silence and a dark room.
"Babe where are you?" he asks, turning the lights off.
Empty.
"You wanna play games? Fine with me."
Jungkook decides to go for new fishnets, combining them with an oversized shirt to cover up his dick and the harness for now. He hopes that he will be forgiven for not choosing leather pants again, but he figured that those were unnecessary either way.
He leaves the bedroom, calling out for you again. Nothing. He looks into the guest bedroom and his room. Both empty.
"Darling where are you?"
The lights turn on downstairs. He hears footsteps. He jogs down the steps, looking left and right.
The steps come from the living room.
He follows them, finding you in the middle of it with your back to him.
"There you are. Damn, you look hot. What are you doing here?"
"I wanna play a game", you turn.
"Okay? Why are you holding our flogger?"
Your lips curl into a crazy smirk. You hit your own hand with it once.
Jungkook realises, gulping heavily.
"Babe no way…"
You lower your eyes dangerously.
"Run if you want it, stay if you don’t", you tell him, "five, four, three.."
"Fuck", Jungkook says and turns, setting off with a loud squeal.
"...two…one! Run faster little rabbit, run!" you call out, running out of the living room.
You hear Jungkook squeal in the entryway. You cross the corner, watching as he presses himself against the door.
"Hello there."
"Let me tell you something, wait let's talk. Wait", he says, lifting his hands defensively.
"Gotcha", you say, inching closer to him with the flogger tangling by your side dangerously.
"No, listen. Hear me out", Jungkook says, "hear me out! I- eeek" he squeaks and dodges you by twirling around you and running off.
You turn with a laugh, "come back!" you yell and chase him all the way to the kitchen.
Jungkook dodges every single one of your grabby hands, laughing and squealing as he does. You two manage to do two rounds around the dinner table and then Jungkook runs to the living room.
"Come here you little shit", you spit, almost catching him. His shirt slips from your fingers again and with it, Jungkook.
He runs off laughing, getting as far as the staircase and then you have a bundle of his shirt between your fingers again.
You tug roughly, pulling him back.
"No", Jungkook stumbles hard, "please another chance", he begs with tears of laughter in his eyes, "I was warming up."
"Shut up, I caught you", you hiss, wrapping your arm around his waist harshly. You tug him with you on your way to your room.
Jungkook goes willingly, laughing squeakily.
"Not so fast, I’m not wearing underwear", he begs, hitting your arm gently.
"Not my problem", you hiss, kicking the door open and turning on your light with the handle of the flogger.
"But it pinches my balls", he whines, trying to make himself heavier only to get shaken around as you tighten your grip on him.
"You're a pain slut, you’re into it."
"So now you’re me and know what I like?"
"Shut up, whore", you spit, throwing him on your mattress.
Jungkook moans, squirming deliciously for just a second before he uses the opportunity to try and belly crawl away from you. Not that he comes far. Seconds later and you pin him down with your knee on his lower back, weight perfectly balanced to cut off his movements without hurting his spine or kidneys.
He wiggles under you like a little fish out of water, kicking the floor as he does.
"Let. Me. Go", he grunts.
"No", you answer him, forcing his shirt up his torso to expose his ass to you. Like this his little waist is exposed as well, made even smaller by the tightly cut fishnet hem. The fact that he isn’t wearing any clothes underneath, makes you want to ruin him.
You trace his butt, making sure the flogger was gracing his skin.
"Last chance. Say the word and I'll stop", you say.
"And if I don’t?"
"I'll flog you like the stupid slut you are."
Jungkook squirms, earning himself a stronger grip from you. It squishes his cock between the edge of the mattress and his body so well.
He shakes his head vigorously.
"No? Don’t wanna say it?"
"Don't wanna say it", he confirms, tilting his hips back.
"Understood."
Smack!
"Holy- fffuck", Jungkook brings out, head shooting up and feet kicking the floor, "warn me."
"Whores don’t get warnings", you spit, swirling your flogger skillfully to really land a harsh spank on his ass.
Jungkook sucks in air, hips chasing the sensation the second it is gone. It comes again. Harsh, intense, hot.
You truly don’t have mercy in you tonight. Another harsh flog reminds him of that fact. Its aftermath makes his toes curl and his voice get stuck in his throat.
Smack!
Jungkook feels the burn pulsate before it bursts through his vein and makes his head pound.
Smack!
"Fuck", he croaks, "give me a break, will you?" he spits, wanting to do nothing more than challenge you to hit him harder.
"No", you hit him harder, fucking scrambling his mind with it, "you don’t get breaks."
"Yes I do", he insists.
"No." Smack!
"Yes."
"No." Smack!
"Yes!" he moans, "give me a break."
"Shut up bitch", you spit, "fuck, you stupid brat", you bark, hitting his ass three consecutive times with the perfect technique to make it really sting, "first, you look like a slut the entire night, then you run away from me and now you wanna demand shit? The only thing you get to say are begs for me to go harder."
"Well. Don’t."
"Too bad", you growl, showing him how hard you can go with two timed spanks to his ass followed by a whip with the flogger.
Jungkook hits the mattress once, burying his face in the sheets deeply. Then he groans. He groans with such raw and honest ecstasy, you find religion in it.
Smack!
You love the sound the flogger makes. High pitched and sharp. Exactly how it feels to be struck with it. Sharp and with precise dots of pain sprawling all over his skin. Jungkook twists the sheets when you hit him again, kicking the floor weakly.
You watch his kicking legs, running your eyes along his tensing thighs. The redness of his ass has spread down along them the slightest bit.
"So stupid", you say, forcing them apart and keeping them that way by sticking the sturdy handle of the flogger between them.
You lean forward, inspecting Jungkook’s rock hard cock stuffed into the fishnets.
You have to stop pinning him down with your knee in the new position, but Jungkook has been flogged into a state of droopiness, which means you can do things like force his legs apart and slip your knee from his back to instead straddle it.
"So heavy and big", you rasp, placing your hand on his cock to rub it.
Jungkook lets out a delicious moan, rolling his hips into the mattress edge.
Slap!
"Oh", his head shoots up.
You just spanked his balls, sending sharp pain through them.
He feels the fishnets rip right around his cock and then your fingers fish him out of the new hole you created. The position forces you to have to tug his cock back and squeeze his balls in the process. Jungkook swears he becomes soaking wet because of it.
"So wet", you rasp, digging your thumb into his slit harshly, "such a nasty whore."
Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, twisting the sheets. You are so rough, he's in heaven.
Slap!
"F-fuck", he whispers, dropping his head, "fuck."
You are spanking his hard cock, holding it in your palm while your other strikes down on him without mercy.
They are singular spanks at first until you turn into the cruelest person ever and begin slapping him without a pause. Just tiny little spanks, placed with care yet enough precision to torture his sensitive parts.
Jungkook squirms.
Jungkook kicks the floor.
Jungkook moans squeakily.
And Jungkook flees your spanks with honesty.
You tug him back, continuing your never ending slaps even if he is squirting precum everywhere.
"Please stop."
Jungkook begins begging.
"Please stop. Please stop, you’re making me cum. Please stop."
You laugh, stopping your spanks just to jerk him off three times. Harsh and angrily.
"Fuck please. Please I'm cumming, please stop."
"Why should I?"
"Please", Jungkook groans, body twitching uncontrollably.
You stop.
Slap!
"Please!" he wails, "I'm fucking begging you, please don’t make me cum."
"You're so funny, imagine being such a pain slut that you cum from being hit", you say, dropping his cock harshly.
Jungkook sighs in relief, "thank you…"
You crawl off of him and lay down next to him. With a harsh tug on his hair you tilt his head up, locking eyes with him. He looks so high on pleasure.
"Your ass is fucking deep red", you tell him, smiling happily.
"Good", he says and gulps, blinking droopily, "fucking kiss me."
"Fuck, I love you so much", you fall into a passionate kiss, kissing him in the uncomfortable position until your necks ache.
You break it with a moan, giving him a smile and soft caress of his cheek.
"I love you too", Jungkook mumbles.
"Good", you say and giggle, dropping his head and sitting back up.
You crawl back on top of him, running your hands over his ass. His skin is as hot as coal. He flinches at the first contact, shivering afterwards.
The fishnets rip easily, making the most amazing sound as they do. So now you exposed his ass to you. He is at your mercy. No fabric in the world can stop you from doing whatever you want to him and he is loving it.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Taking what's mine", you answer him, forcing his buttocks apart to expose his rim to you.
He clenches it instinctively.
"Look at this slutty hole", you say, "stop clenching, will you?"
Jungkook clenches even more, earning himself a flick of your finger to it. The pain is sharp and stings.
"Shit", he gasps, relaxing instantly.
"Better, I hate having to force my way into there. You know that don’t you?"
"Just do it, will you?" he throws back.
"No", you say nonchalantly, lowering yourself afterwards to run your tongue over it.
Jungkook shudders, growing completely limp in bliss. His thighs become so soft, his knees so weak, the tension in his back ceases to exist as well. Limp like a little doll, he lies on the mattress as he tries to rationalise the fact that your tongue is on his hole.
You slurp deliciously, ending it with a gentle suck to his rim, "so yummy", you murmur, licking him with the flat of your tongue repeatedly, "so good, that’s so good."
"Don't stop", he begs, feeling so lightheaded. The contrast of getting his ass whipped sensitive to you running your tongue over his hole so gently, gets him way too good. The first heat was harsh and painful and now you replaced it with a comfortable heat, soft and gentle. Jungkook feels his head pounding because of it.
You begin probing at his hole with the tip of your tongue, trying to get him to open up. And Jungkook really, really tries to relax. He swears that he tries with all his willpower. He wants your tongue inside so bad. But his body only works with him as far before he can’t physically relax any more and so he ends up with you lifting your head in defeat.
"Stop clenching", you hiss, spreading him further to force his hole open.
"I'm not, back please", he begs with desperate demand in his voice.
You spit on his hole, "shut up, I do what I want", you growl, picking up your spit to spread it around his hole harshly.
Jungkook mewls and kicks the floor. He is not complaining, this feels so good. So good in fact that he reaches behind himself to take over for you with holding himself open. You study the way his painted nails dig into his red skin, feeling your pussy throb at the view.
"Such a pretty slut", you praise, "keep yourself open, that’s it", you say, putting pressure on his rim.
Jungkook makes a sound of anticipation. The pressure is so intense, riles him up so well, leaves him aching. When does it stop? When will your thumb slip in?
"Faster", he demands, rolling his hips up.
"Will you", you pin him down harshly and spank his left cheek, "stop demanding shit?"
"But you told me the only begs you want from me are begs to go harder", he throws back, wiggling his hips.
Another spank to his right cheek almost makes him sob. The position allows you to land it right on the more sensitive inner parts of his ass, missing his hole by a hair's width.
"Will you be quiet? How dare you talk back", you say in an angry snarl.
"What do you want from me? I'm just saying" he throws back.
You spank him again, ending it by reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls harshly.
Jungkook shudders, body growing weak. His fingers slip from his ass just slightly, his thighs try to close and because of the flogger fail. The pressure on his balls grows.
"Any more bratty words from you?" you warn, tightening your grip.
Jungkook spills tears. Holy shit, his balls feel like bursting. Holy fuck, he can’t breathe.
"Are you behaving? Mhm?" you challenge, tugging on them with the pressure still intact.
"Yes!" he exclaims, "yes please I'll be good! Please stop, I'm gonna burst."
"Good boy", you praise, releasing his balls. You watch in delight as they throb in desperation, smirking to yourself. You edged him. You know that you did. Your pain slut of a husband almost climaxed from getting his balls crushed.
"Such a slut", you say, caressing his heavy balls before returning to his hole, "hold yourself open."
Jungkook follows with shaky fingers.
"Good boy. See? It’s so much easier when you are a good little whore and listen to me", you taunt, tracing his pretty hole.
He huffs out air, furrowing his brows. If you keep taunting him like that he can't guarantee that he won't start talking back again.
Your weight leaves his body, your hand comes down on his ass to support your weight instead. Jungkook tries to sneak a glance at what you are doing, eyes lingering on your ass in those leather pants before flitting to your hand. You are fumbling with something on the ground and lift it into his view. The lube bottle. Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep his breathing steady. So it begins. Next a small plug. A little longer than your pinky finger and just about thicker than his thumb.
"Bigger", he says, making you look over your shoulder.
"Are you watching me?" you ask, studying his face.
He nods his head, "need it bigger, please."
"Tch slut", you say, clicking your tongue and turning away from him. You drop the small plug to instead go for another one. It is made out of glass, starting off small and becoming thicker at the end. Three balls, growing in size, make the entire experience so much more intense.
You look at him, "better?"
"Yeah", he whispers, eyeing it with such longing.
You turn away and sit back down on him.
Jungkook closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than get surprised by each second you stretch him open.
He tenses up when he suddenly hears the distinct click of the lube bottle opening.
"More", you order and Jungkook tries his best to spread himself further.
He knows he was successful when he feels the cold trickle of the lube on his rim, having to moan because of it.
"Cold?" you ask, discarding the lube bottle next to you.
"Yeah", he answers you.
"Good", you say, poking your fingers into the lube to spread it. You run them all the way from where his tailbone starts down to his plump balls. He needs to look the part and that means spreading the lube everywhere.
Once happy, you return to his hole, massaging it in circular motions. He relaxes it as best as possible, spreading himself apart more.
One push to his rim and the lube and his willingness to get stuffed forces your fingers to slip in completely.
"Holy fuck", Jungkook croaks, bucking his hips up, "fuck, oh god."
"Slipped in so easily, jesus christ you’re seriously such a whore", you taunt, fucking your fingers in and out of him. You don’t do this for long. Just a few time to get a good feel of him. This was solely to make sure his insides are coated. You slip out again to spread lube on the toy.
Jungkook waits with his back heaving up and down quickly underneath you. He is seriously so adorable because of how eager he is to get stuffed.
You rest the tip of the toy against his rim and push, watching with eager eyes as his hole swallows the toy all the way up to the second ball. Then he tenses, swallowing at the same time as he whimpers.
“Good?” you ask him.
“Really cold, burns”, he says.
“That’s what glass toys are, yeah”, you say, “relax, you can do it.”
Jungkook tries to do so with a squirm of his thighs. It sadly makes the flogger slip and for the makeshift spreader bar to cease working, but Jungkook is so far gone into wanting to be stuffed that he still keeps his legs open. You push, forcing his hole to open and close around the second ball. Further and further, making the smooth shaft of the toy glide inside until the biggest ball at the end stops you again.
Jungkook breathes in and out so deeply and loudly that you have to look over your shoulder. You can’t see a lot of his face as the ruffled sheets hide it from you but his fingers are relaxed on his butt which means he was good.
You push again, watching in delight as his hole opens up oh so slowly as that big ball slips inside. Fuck, the glass is giving you such a good view of how pink and tight he is inside, all pressed up against the toy and glistening in the lube. The thickest part of the ball slips past his rim, causing a domino effect of reactions. The toy slips in quickly until the flat base, Jungkook whines and tenses around it.
Almost salivating in arousal, you watch how he struggles and struggles without being able to close up again.
“Glass toys are seriously the best shit ever”, you say, running your fingers around the base, “I can see right into your slutty little hole”, you add, pressing down on the toy to shift it a little.
“It’s so deep”, he groans, pressing his thighs together.
You slap them apart again, “stay open”, you order, “I want to see your plugged hole.”
“C-can you see a lot?” he asks.
"I can see everything. Mhhm, you’re so tight and pink inside. And so wet too. You have such a pretty hole."
"Fuck I wanna see", he whines - no - sobs.
“Stay still”, you tell him and Jungkook obeys, waiting with perked ears for whatever you are doing. He can’t hear anything, he just feels you shifting around a little, “spread yourself.”
He follows, feeling the pressure inside of him grow afterwards as you fix the toy inside him. The pressure subsides, the intense stretch remains.
“There we go.”
A bright light, then a second and third time.
Your weight leaves his back, he feels the mattress dent beside him. Your hand running through his hair makes him open his eyes.
“Look”, you say, shoving your phone all up in his face.
Jungkook blinks to get used to the brightness, widening his eyes the moment they focused on the picture you are showing him. There it is. His stuffed ass on full display with the glass toy giving a good view deep into him. It makes his cock throb like crazy. So that’s how he looks right now. No wonder he feels as stretched as he does.
"Aren't you so pretty?"
"Yeah", he croaks, "what are you gonna do with that pic?” he asks, looking at you instead.
“I’ll keep them and look at them whenever I need a reminder that I married a slut”, you tell him with a sweet giggle, pecking his lips.
Jungkook lifts his head, kissing you back eagerly. You break the kiss way too early for his taste, leaving him to frown at you.
“Adorable”, you say, squishing his cheek.
“Kiss me again”, he begs, staring at your lips droopily.
“Nah”, you dismiss him, removing yourself just to sit back down on his back and return to his ass.
You wrap your fingers around the base of the glass toy so you can finally begin fucking it in and out of him.
“Oh god, yeah”, Jungkook groans, dropping his head and closing his eyes again. He doesn’t mind anymore that you didn’t kiss him again. You are fucking his ass and that’s all that matters. You do so until the very beginning of the toy, going oh so slow when you press it back inside to make him really feel the balls and going oh so fast when you pull it back out to overwhelm his little hole with pressing out the balls. Jungkook doesn’t know what’s harder to bear. The slow stretch or having to squeeze out the toy with such little patience. What he does know, is that each time his rim finally manages one of the balls, he feels his entire lower body convulse for a good second and his lower tummy tense like crazy.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please keep going”, he begs, floating on the sensations.
It is not long and that delicious feeling of struggling with the balls has disappeared. Jungkook is so sad, it doesn’t feel so intense anymore. Why does he have to be so easily stretched open? Why does have to love anal so much? Can’t he struggle a little longer? He is so angry at himself for being such a slut. He needs to struggle again, please.
You know that he isn’t struggling anymore. Up until a few seconds ago, you felt a little resistance with each thrust, but now it feels as if you are fucking a smooth dildo into him. The balls do nothing for him anymore.
“You’re so loosened up”, you tell him.
“I know”, he sounds out of breath, “bigger, I’m begging you.”
You stuff the toy back into him and busy yourself with getting the next one ready. A good layer of lube and then it is ready. You pull the glass toy out, discarding it on the laid out dirty-toy-towel for later clean up. His hole looks stretched out even now that nothing is inside. All soft and differently shaped than it was when you started playing with him. So pretty.
You place the toy against his hole. You can’t wait to fill it up with your strap. Knowing Jungkook, it won’t be long anymore until he is finally ready and you don’t have to hold back any longer. Soon and you can rail him stupid.
You push, gasping with Jungkook at how easily it slips in. Inch by inch until you bottom out with your pinky finger squeezed between the base and his body.
You give him a few seconds of getting used to it. He tries to rub his thighs together, but you stop him wordlessly. So he rolls his hips up instead. Then he drops lifelessly and huffs out air oh so loudly.
“What is it? Don’t like it?” you taunt.
“It’s, it’s not….are you messing with me? Is that the same toy?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.
“No it’s not”, you say, shaking your head. You hide it from his view with your body.
“But”, he looks devastated, “it’s not bigger.”
“Yes Kook, it’s bigger. Quite a lot actually.”
“No it’s not”, he frowns, “you’re fucking with me. Give me something bigger.”
“Control your tongue”, you warn, forcing the toy deeper.
“Ah”, he lets out, furrowing his brows.
“Wanna know a secret, Kook?” you taunt.
He nods his head.
You lift your hips, revealing the toy.
“You’re taking the dildo I first pegged you with.”
Jungkook stares at the pink, glittery dildo peeking out between his buttocks with widened eyes. That dildo felt huge in that first fateful night. Jungkook worried for his poor hole back then, struggling so much that he wondered if his hole just wasn’t build for anal sex. It was so huge to him back then. And now it feels like nothing. He barely even feels it, almost as if he is lying there with nothing in his ass.
Jungkook crumbles, “please fuck me please”, he begs with little sniffles spilling out of him, “please I’m begging you, fuck me please.”
“I was hoping you’d say that”, you say, pulling the dildo out in one swift movement.
His hole makes the nastiest, sluttiest sound in surprise, spilling the lube everywhere.
“Fuck, god sorry that was so loud”, he says, clenching it as he has to laugh.
You chuckle, “I love that sound”, you say, holding him apart to check on his well-stretched rim. You lean down and trace it with your tongue.
Jungkook’s laughter cuts off abruptly. He drops his head and squishes his cheek in the process.
“Mhm so good”, you say, kissing his hole, “can’t wait to breed it. Take your shirt off in the meantime”, you add, climbing off of him to finally strap yourself into the gear.
The leather harness of your strap sits snuggly around your waist, spanning down to your upper thighs and ending there in two neatly done buckles. You secure them tightly, tracing the straps all the way up to where you secured the huge dildo. Ten inches in length and with a heavy girth. You can barely even close your fingers around it as you spread the lube on it. The best part about it however was the built-in tube which enables the cock to squirt cum whenever you wanted it to. And that was the hottest shit you have ever been able to do.
You force yourself between Jungkook’s legs, laying the heavy cock atop his ready ass. You lean forward, placing your weight on his back. With a harsh tug you tilt his head up, forcing his ear to brush against your lips as you speak.
“I’m going to breed you like the slutty, dumb whore you are and you are going to beg me to go harder, are we understood?” you rasp, feeling him shiver underneath you.
“Yeah, understood”, he squeaks out, nodding his head as best as your punishing hand in his hair allows him to.
“Good and what are we saying if it gets too much?”
“Red”, he croaks.
“Good job, remember it well. Puppy.”
“Fuck seriously”, he laughs breathily, “please just fuck me, I need it.”
“Mhm”, you drop his head harshly and straighten up.
You grind your big cockhead against his hole with slow rolls of your hips as your hands are busy preparing the lube for him.
“Such a slutty little boy”, you say, “you look so sexy in those fishnets, fuck.”
Jungkook wiggles, earning himself a spank.
“Stay still, I gotta prepare you”, you warn, placing the nuzzle of the already filled up lube syringe against his hole. You slip in without warning, Jungkook barely reacts because of how tiny it feels to him. You squeeze the lube into him and once again he barely reacts, mind occupied with nothing except finally getting that cock up his ass.
“There we go”, you say, discarding the now empty syringe. You slap your cock against his hole, spanking it repeatedly, “now you’re ready. Relax, I’m not gonna go slow.”
"Okay."
You thrust forward, forcing your huge cock into him.
“Ah!” Jungkook flees the harsh breach, squirming on the mattress and kicking the floor with such vigour that he accidentally lands one kick on your butt as well.
You pin him down, twisting his harness tightly to really have a grip on him.
He whimpers, tilting his head back and so you use the opportunity to tug his hair, forcing his panicky eyes to lock with yours.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take the cock? Mhm? Did you demanding little slut overestimate yourself?” you taunt, fucking the huge toy in an out of him slowly yet in its entirety.
Jungkook squeezes tears out of his eyes, reaching behind himself to grab your wrist tightly. His fingers are clammy.
He croaks out sounds then his lips fall open. Tears roll down his cheeks, his lashes flutter. Another attempt of talking. You paint circles with your hips as you are buried inside him to the hilt. A little sound escapes him then the shakiest and most pleasure-distorted “thank you” rolls over his tongue. Jungkook completely gives up afterwards, head slacking in your hold and eyes falling closed.
“Fuck baby, I love a well-mannered slut so much” you praise, dropping his head and harness to instead really straighten up. You grip his hips, ripping the fishnets further open for the sole purpose of needing them ruined. You need all of him ruined. His hair, his makeup, his fishnets, his ass. You need to ruin him for acting up the entire night. With a harsh tug, you tilt his hips up and then finally begin the promise you made him. No more slow thrusts to get him used to it, now Jungkook has to get used to the size by getting drilled stupid with it. If he wants to or not.
Jungkook reacts accordingly, convulsing on the mattress with his knees starting a measly attempt to lift himself. You pin him back down, spanking his right ass cheek.
“Stay down, I’m telling you when I want you on your knees”, you bark, punishing him with a deep, harsh thrust right out of your hips. Skin slaps against skin, his hole is squelching and squirting, his little feet tap the floor repeatedly as he squirms and shakes.
Jungkook swears that he will have a sore throat at the end of this night. He can’t stop moaning and wailing for you. It feels so fucking good. Your cock is so huge. It is so goddamn huge. Jungkook feels it shift inside his belly from its immense size, hitting spots inside of him he never thought able to have hit. His hole is so stretched open, he spills tears at the sheer thought of how loose he will be for the next days.
“Fuck Jungkook that feels so fucking good”, you pant, “I’m fucking you with ten inches, you’re such a slut, ah”, you moan loudly, spanking his ass as a reward, “my ten inch slut, fucking shit, urgh.”
Jungkook’s moans pitch, growing in volume. Ten inches. He didn’t think that he had it in himself. But now he does. Quite literally. He has ten inches of your cock inside in him and he feels like a complete blissed-out whore.
“Yes, keep moaning like that. Such a whore, such a loud slut. Just for me”, you encourage him, squeezing his hips into the mattress just so you can thrust even harder into him. Your arms are shaking and yet you don’t want to stop, your back is so arched, your thighs are so tense. But you can’t stop. You need to fuck. You need to breed. Need to make him yours. Turn him into an open, loose cumhole.
“You deserve it, you deserve it so much. Slut, fucking slut”, you chant, spanking him every now and then to make sure his ass stays red and sensitive. His hole isn’t the only thing that should stay reminded of who owns him. You want him unable to sit for the next few days, maybe even dripping way too much cum for an extra little bonus.
“I’m such a slut! Holy fuck I’m so stuffed! Gonna cum so good!” Jungkook answers you, twisting the sheets as angrily as he can. His nipples and heavy piercings are rubbing right against the sheets and kt feels so fucking good. His tattooed arms are tensed, as is his sculpted back. The view is delicious, but not as delicious as his bubble butt taking your huge cock. His hole is so pink, moving around your girthy shaft, stretching so far, squirting so much lube, sounding so pretty. His ass looks so good in those ruined fishnets, his thighs are stretching the thin material to its limits. And those little hairs on his legs, all ruffled up and sticking out between the thin netting. You seriously could eat him whole.
“You are. You’re such a pretty slut, fuck Kook those fishnets make me so wild”, you pant, slowing down your movements for a quick moment to catch your breath, “gonna cum so hard too, hear me? Breeding your ass makes me cum so good.”
Jungkook swears he could pass out. Making you cum through his own actions? Spectacular. Getting used to make you cum? Amazing. Getting told that you are going to cum from pegging his ass? His death. Jungkook loves getting fucked by you so much and knowing that the entire act is so pleasurable to you too that you can cum, makes him want to cry for hours.
“Harder please!” and so he cries out to you, “harder, please harder. Harder!”
“Urgh shit, yes”, you growl behind him. You broaden your stance, pulling his hips back onto your girthy cock repeatedly as the newfound leverage allows you to really drill into him.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m a whore! Feel so good! Harder!”
“You’re so cute”, you laugh manically, “I don’t even have to call you names anymore, fuck such a good whore.”
The floorboards beneath you creak, covered in a small puddle of lube, which you managed to already fuck out of him. It looks so wet and liquid by now, warmed up by his ass and your ruthless fuck. It looks so pretty as it runs out of and down his balls and throbbing cock until dripping on the floor. His cock. It rubs against the floor each time you are balls deep inside him and torture his deepest parts with angry thrusts. It lies there right in the tiny puddle, making you wonder if there was truly only lube dirtying your floors or if you are fucking him so well that his cock can’t stop leaking. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Jungkook’s such an ass slut after all.
“Harder, harder, harder”, Jungkook chants, voice becoming higher and higher.
You growl, furrowing your brows. You know his squirming and that endless begging. You release the grip on his hips, placing your hands next to them instead. Jungkook begins instantly, fucking himself back onto your cock in messy, hard thrusts. Exactly how you figured. He has reached his peak sluttiness where your amazing, hard thrusts aren’t enough anymore no matter how hard you fuck him and all that helps is him meeting you in equally as hard squirms.
Jungkook groans and grunts, voice contorted in ecstasy. He doesn’t even truly sound like your Jungkook anymore. Except that he does. Because you know your husband and you know that the sounds he is currently making are the most honest and rawest sounds you will ever hear from him. They are because of you and just for you.
You tug his hips up until he can rest on his knees, knowing very well that he needs that. He keeps his torso pressed into the mattress, back so terribly arched you wonder if he wants to snap his spine.
"Yes! Fuck yes! Oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes" he chants in ecstacy.
Needing more leverage, you make yourself bigger, putting one foot down on the floor. It enables you to fuck Jungkook from the same height you fucked him in as he was lying down for you but with the added bonus of having new strength in your legs and truly going to town on him.
He slams into the mattress with the first thrust, air knocking out of him in a guttural “hrng” sound followed by a honest and desperate grunt and heavy moan.
“I’m going insane, you’re such a good slut”, you croak, watching the sweat drip from your forehead and landing on his fucked-open hole.
“I have to cum”, he wails, fucking back harder and harder, “I have to cum, Mistress. C-can you hear me?”
“I hear you. You can cum but-“
Jungkook interrupts you by climaxing with a wail of your name and his cock ruining everything beneath him. You fuck him right through it, holding his hips with your own knees buckling. Shit. You grind your teeth. You are so close. Your pussy is throbbing like crazy in your pants.
Jungkook wails up then, reminding you that you were still fucking him like an animal.
“Please wait please”, he chants, reaching behind himself as his hips lift themselves desperately.
“That’s your own fault for falling into my words”, you slap his hands away and force his fleeing hips back on your huge cock, “I wanted to say that you can only cum when you are aware that I have to keep fucking you afterwards. Your own fault when you dumb slut cum before I can finish my sentence.”
“Holy shit”, Jungkook collapses back on the floor right into his puddle of cum. Like this his cock is getting squeezed, giving you a good view of his continues streaks spilling out of him as you milk his prostate dry.
He sobs miserably, reaching behind himself to hold his clenching hole open for your girth.
“I know, I feel sorry too, but you were such a slut tonight, I have to punish you.”
“I can’t stop”, he somehow gets out and then you realise that he isn’t crying from too much fucking, he is crying because he can’t stop cumming because of you.
“That’s because you’re a dirty, pretty asswhore”, you say and spank him, “such a greedy slut for cock up his ass. You’re supposed to cum, hear me Jungkook? That’s what good bitches like you are supposed to do.”
“Fuck please slow down, I can’t stop”, his voice contorts into a loud and endless moan as his body squirms again in a torturous orgasm. It feels like fire is an understatement to Jungkook. Maybe lava. That’s hotter than fire, right? He is burning up from the inside out, fearing for himself all whilst riding on that fear like an addict. All that orgasming and cumming made his stomach so tight that he can now truly feel every single inch of your ten inch cock shift inside himself.
“Baby, Jungkookie baby”, your voice is trembling behind him, “baby, I’m cumming.”
Your hips still, your nails are almost breaking through his skin. Jungkook listens to the weak, yet terribly happy moans you let out as you shake in your high, fucking his hips back on your cock in desperate search for one more high. And then he feels it. Masses and masses of sticky, wet cum shooting up his ass.
“Mine”, you growl through your shakes, squeezing down on the pump with shaking fingers.
“Ah!” he gets out and then the thought of being bred by you like a whore sets him off for his last big crescendo of the night. Jungkook cries loudly, thanking you repeatedly while his entire body feels like floating.
“My slutty whore”, you croak, dropping your head in exhaustion, “holy fuck.”
The pump finally becomes empty, slipping out of your hands and rolling right into Jungkook’s cum puddle.
“Thank you”, Jungkook sobs, body twitching in the aftershocks.
“Yeah”, you let out a breathy laugh, “fuck, baby”, you place your hands on his butt, massaging it softly, “you did such a good job.”
“I can feel it inside me”, he says and whimpers.
“Good, that’s what you’re supposed to do”, you say, “you’re my bred slut now, hear me?”
“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I love being your bred slut.”
“I know you do”, you smile, caressing his sweaty lower back, “now relax, I’m pulling out. It’ll get messy.”
You slip out easily, gawking at Jungkook’s gaping hole presenting itself to you. It makes the wettest, most well-fucked sounds ever, squirting your white creamy cum.
“Shit”, he laughs, forcing more cum and sounds out of him, “you fucked me well, my ass says so too.”
“Yeah so good”, you chuckle, picking up your dripping cum, “you sound like such a well bred boy like this, love hearing those sounds.”
“God baby, don’t wanna be empty”, he whines, hole still so open for more.
“Need some training?” you ask him.
“Yeah, train me please”, he begs.
And so you push the biggest buttplug you own inside him again, plugging him up and forcing the rest of the cum to stay inside. You will exchange the plug for the next smallest one after some time and then the next smallest one and the next, but for now he needs to stay plugged up and filled with cum. Jungkook needs that kind of reverse training often, he says it's incredibly sensual to him.
“There all done”, you say, kissing his tailbone, “now you’re all plugged up. Nothing can escape now.”
“Good”, he says, “wanna stay bred forever”, he says, turning around to fall onto his back. Like this his hair is all sprawled out, cock lying completely ruined between his legs.
You laugh, “that’s very ambitious of you”, you say, crawling on top of him to straddle him.
Jungkook runs his hands up your legs and to your cock, jerking it off slowly.
“I can’t believe that was inside of me. It’s so huge”, he says, rolling his thumb into the cum hole, “that looks so realistic.”
“I guess, if your cock’s blue with silver sparkles.”
He laughs, “you know how I meant it. That looks like a real cockhead.”
“Mhm, if only I could feel through it”, you say, leaning down to cup his face and kiss him.
Jungkook runs his hands up your back until he has a bundle of your hair between his fingers to pull your closer.
The kiss only breaks because you both have to breathe. If air wasn’t so important, you would have kissed until dawn.
“Your cock’s the only one I need, I hope you know that”, he says, “it’s better than any real cock ever could be.”
“You really think so?”
He nods his head, cupping your cheek. His eyes are spilling over in love, still so glassy from getting fucked so well. His makeup is so, so smudged, cheeks carrying black streaks from all the crying he did.
“Thank you”, he whispers, “you tick every fucking box and more. I mean, who can say that they have a wife who can change her cock how she pleases? How cool is that? You’re like a shapeshifter, no wait, cockshifter.”
You snort, spilling some tears for unexplainable reasons. Maybe it’s because Jungkook makes you feel so happy and good and maybe it’s because he loves you so unconditionally that sometimes you wonder when those conditions finally come.
“Fuck, you idiot”, you press out, resting your forehead on his, “being a cockshifter actually sounds kinda cool. It makes me sound so badass.”
“You are so badass”, he insists.
“Thank you”, you murmur, sniffling quietly.
“I love you so much, you know?” he whispers, drying your cheeks.
You peel your eyes open, feeling the need to smile instantly. He is so pretty.
“I love you too, like crazy”, you breathe.
He smiles, tracing the little smile lines along your eyes.
“Phew”, he lets out, exhaling deeply, “do you think I’ll ever be able to close up again?”
“I don’t know”, you giggle, “you kinda gaped a lot when I pulled out.”
“I felt it”, he closes his eyes, settling back into the mattress and closing his eyes, “I hope I never close up again.”
“You’re wishing a lot of things tonight, aren’t you?” you laugh, settling on top of him with your face nuzzled into his neck.
“Yeah”, he grins, tracing your spine, “do you think the others are still at the party?”
“Probably? I’m glad we aren’t though.”
“Yeah? Cause we fucked?”
“Yeah, duh? Seriously, I don’t know if you noticed, but a bitch was horny tonight.”
“I couldn’t tell at all”, he says sarcastically and laughs.
You chuckle, snuggling closer to him.
“Sorry, sorry. I know I was wild”, you mumble, kissing his sweaty neck.
“It was perfect, don’t apologize. I love it when you’re like tonight. It’s so hot.”
“Good, cause you’ll be getting that again one day.”
“Good, I’m counting on it.”
You chuckle happily and so does Jungkook.
“We have to do so much cleaning though.”
“Can that wait? I want snuggies”, he says cutely.
“Of course, snuggies are the most important thing right now”, you promise him, nuzzling into him, “my cutie pattootie Googie Boogie Woogie Shoogie, love you so much, my sweetie.”
Jungkook giggles cutely, heart racing like crazy in his chest. Being loved by you is the best thing in his life!
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I saw the one that was the “non-sexual act” and oooof, girl 😵💫😵💫
But I wanna ask for the opposite and what is the sexual act that their partner does that drives them wild????
HMMMMMMM. thots are being thunk, bestie. let’s give this a whirl, lol.
namjoon low-key loves it when you flip the tables and “manhandle” him. it’s not something he experiences often, but he loses his gd mind when it’s you pushing him back, you caging him in.
seokjin dies a thousand times whenever you purposefully do something incorrectly and/or incompletely. the defiance is so hot to him. like, he tells you to take all of him, as far down your throat as you can, but you just push his tip into the side of your cheek and look up at him like 😇 and say, “like this?” asdfghjkl. game over.
yoongi always splits my brain in half. i feel like, some days, he’s mr. praise kink; and he wants you to tell him how pretty he is, sweet lil nothings that are so, so soft. other days, he doesn’t want you to be nice — not at all. pull his hair, bite, wrap your hand around his throat. the duality of man, ladies and gentlemen!!!!
hoseok is the undisputed king of dirty talk, i know he is, and he wants that same energy right back. we’re talking absolute filth, obscenity. he’s very vocal, so don’t you dare hit him with those porno-style moans, and canned responses about “how good” it feels. use your words, love! get explicit 🤌🏻
jimin…. two words: prostate massage. that is all 😇
taehyung’s a fucking mess, okay? i just know it. i can’t nail down one specific act because i feel it in my bones that he’s equally fucked the fuck up by spitting into an open mouth (you or him, tbh) and squirting. he has one mission in life and that is RUINING the sheets, lmao.
jungkook’s praise kink is even stronger than yoongi’s because it’s consistent. he wants you to push him to his absolute fucking limit and he needs you to shower him with adoration while you do. like, in what cruel world is this man not told — repeatedly — what a good boy he is??? the thing that sets him OFF, though, is any little dig (true or untrue) about how xyz wasn’t his best work and/or you’ve had it better. let him prove himself 😫
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sunday’s sunset | myg
pairing. reader x yoongi established relationship au
genre. fluff! smut! soft/intimate smut that turns into rough! smut, implications of dom!reader but Yoongi isn’t really sub-ish in this
contains. teasing, fingering, oral sex (both f & m), and last but not least, a lil bit of dirty talk also a little bit of edging if you squint rly hard
summary. You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.
a/n: this was originally written as more of an imagine/scenario but it’s technically still a one shot hehe
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It’s 7 o’clock in the evening and you’re laying down with Yoongi on the white sheets of your shared king sized bed, your back to him as you’re facing the direction of the large curtain wall that displays the pastel sky of faint baby blue drowned in a blush orange.
The melting sun is seen in the distance, creating a comfortable ambience for the two of you.
He is sitting slightly leaned onto the headboard while your lazily spread out on the mattress.
Music echos from the living room of your studio apartment, a mix of ballads and R&B sending you and Yoongi both into a state of tranquility.
His fingertips delicately meet your side in an effort not to startle you, your sigh of comfort allowing himself to trail them to your tummy.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks.
You hum in response, placing your own soft hand on top of his and resting it there. You feel the radiating heat from your skin that’s beginning to burn his trapped hand, but he seeks comfort in that warmth.
“There’s so much to feel right now,” you whisper.
He chuckles in admiration, his trapped hand managing to let his thumb stroke your tummy.
“I’m glad you feel it too,” he speaks in a hushed tone, his words sounding like spoken thoughts that he’d usually keep to himself.
You smile at the purity of the moment, blissfully shutting your eyes as you turn yourself around, keeping his hand on you, now laying on your back and looking up at him.
“What about you? What are you thinking about?”
He gazes around every spot of your eyes for another long moment before speaking. When he does speak, he adverts his eyes to his hand that’s still trapped beneath yours.
“You.”
He instantly flicks his eyes back to yours to catch your reaction, a fond spark lighting them up as he discovers your bright smile.
You peel your hand from his, lazily bringing it to hold onto the back of his neck. You hummed in struggled gesture for him to lean down to reach your lips since you couldn’t.
He understood your gesture as you put slight pressure on his neck in signal to lower his head.
He obliges, bringing his lips to reach yours. You lazily suction his bottom lip, pulling back to only rejoin it once again but with more passion.
You feel his tongue brush against yours, so you lap them together while concluding with a suction. You repeated that for what seemed like forever. You felt extremely comfortable and safe in this moment, and you didn’t want it to end.
With that being said, you released his neck and placed your hand on his again. This time, you didn’t rest it there and instead guided it. He let you take control of his hand as you guided it up your body, stopping between your breasts. You brought your hand off of him, wanting him to take the insinuative to touch you himself.
Sadly, he ended the kiss to make sure his full attention was on how he was going to touch you.
You were already undressed due to your previous shower, the only material on you being your panties. He was in just sweatpants.
He focuses his eyes on your right breast as the tip of his middle finger slowly rubbed circles onto the bud of your nipple.
You hummed in pleasure, catching his eyes lock onto yours for a moment before you peacefully shut them.
He trailed his fingertip to the opposite breast, and you inhaled as you felt his warm mouth kiss the breast he was just working on.
His tongue lapped your nipple slowly, the heat of his breath intensifying the sensation.
“Touch me, please.” You instruct in a whispered whine.
He begins to kiss up from your breast to your collarbone then eventually to the sweet spot on your neck to which he suctioned delicately.
He pulled away out of breath, swiping his thumb over what you assumed is now a dark purple mark on your neck.
You opened your pleading eyes, to which he placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
You and Yoongi rarely have intimate, passionate sex. It’s usually rough, quick, random, or stress relieving sex. You barely “make love,” so this moment is important to both of you.
You strained your neck to reach up and peck his lips, collapsing your back back onto the mattress while giggling an “I love you” back.
His gummy smile showed as he lowed himself over your body, his mouth kissing the lace of your panties waistband. He made sure to lock eyes on yours as he hooked three fingertips from each hand into them, pulling down. He slowly brought the fabric down the length of your legs, taking them completely off and tossing it onto the floor.
Your body covered in goosebumps at the fact you were laying completely bare in front of him, every aspect of you now being free to his gaze.
He made his way halfway back up your body, his mouth being aligned with your lower stomach.
He kissed a trail from that area to your vulva, his eyes having never left yours. He stops at your vulva, so you nod in permission for him to continue down.
He flicks his eyes down to focus his attention, softly pecking down your slit. He lets out a slight hum as he feels your wetness cover his lips.
He opens his mouth against you, his tongue licking up from your core, all the way up to your clit. You uncontrollably flinch against him, a whimper escaping.
If this weren’t and intimate moment, he would have had no mercy on you, flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit— paying no mind to your whines or flinches. Although it is, so he’s being extra careful and slow for you.
He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, using his thumb to rub deep, slow circles onto it. Your clit was very sensitive, but he was able to control his movements, making it pleasurable.
You comfortably moaned, gently rolling your hips against him.
He kissed your inner thigh that he had his arm hooked around as he continued with his thumb. He felt bad to cut it short, but he knew you needed to feel him deeper.
He used his fingertips to rub your wetness all over your entire cunt, lining his index and middle finger at your entrance. He looked up at you again for permission, and you frantically nodded yes.
He slowly let his fingers sink all the way inside of you, reaching your g spot but not slamming into it like usual. He instead brushes his fingertips against it, pulling his fingers out halfway, then repeating the movement.
“Do you want to come now or did you want to wait?”
He didn’t pause his movement when he spoke, nor did he stop to let you answer so you had to let out a few more uncontrollable moans before you could answer.
“I want to do it at the same time as you,” you spoke with an uneven breath.
“Okay, just tell me when to stop then.”
You nodded, arching your back as he continued working on you with his fingers.
You suddenly really wanted to feel his length inside of you, and the more you visualized it the quicker your high built up.
“Now, stop—”
He stopped, but you told him too late. You felt your high drip out of you, the intense wave of euphoria washing over every cell in your body. Your moan was loud and whiney, your eyes glued shut.
Your chest rose and collapsed as the high went away completely, and you opened your eyes to see Yoongi on the verge of laughing at you.
“Shut up,” you jokingly told him, embarrassingly covering your face with your hands.
“It’s okay, we can still do it together.”
He crawled back up to lay besides you as you both waited for you to be ready again.
You were always very sensitive after orgasming so you knew it was going to take a while before you could handle being touched there again. You thought it was only fair to pay attention to his needs while you waited.
You turned to your side, facing him completely. He was laying with his eyes peacefully shut, so you latched your lips onto his neck.
It was honestly very difficult for you to not ruin the intimacy of it all, you wanted to talk dirty to him and touch him roughly— but you had enough self control.
So you thought.
“You made me come so hard,” you whispered seductively.
His gummy smile instantly appeared, almost as if he missed this sexual side of you.
“There she is.” He teased.
You giggled against the skin of his neck then licked up to his ear.
“I want to make you come hard too. Can you do that?”
He let out a deep “mhm,” and so you sat up, crawling down the bed and sitting between his legs.
You hooked your fingertips into his sweatpants and boxers, eagerly pulling down to reveal his very hard erection. You stripped him completely, lazily letting the clothing fall to the ground as you focused your attention back to his standing cock.
He had precum all over his tip, his cock almost bursting in need of being touched.
“You’re so hard for me baby.”
You don’t take it slow like he did because that would have been torture for him. You instead stroked his length a couple times before licking off his precum and suctioning your lips around him.
His deep moans and whimpers filled the room and you felt yourself dripping wet in response.
You bobbed your head, going slightly slow then really fast. You occasionally came up to gasp for air, but then eagerly continued. You loved the taste of him and his reaction to your mouth, so you didn’t stop.
“Fuck, yes baby.”
“Are you gonna come hard for me?” You ask.
“Yes—”
He interrupted himself with a moan, so you went faster.
“Please come down my throat, I want to swallow it so bad.”
He twitched at all of your words, and you knew that meant he was extremely close. You spit on his dick, and used your hand to stroke him rapidly. You went as fast as you could, even moaning for him to bring him closer to the edge.
He whimpered, and so you lined your tongue up with his tip as you continued to stroke him and as you expected his come shot all over your mouth and tongue.
He was a moaning mess and breathing hard, his cock finally losing the swollen tinge of purple due to his needed release.
He continued to pant out of breath as he watched you swallow every trace of him.
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As the sun finished setting, you both took a power nap to ease your tiredness and prepare for the night ahead.
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released 6/xx/22 ; revised and edited 8/26/22
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The Littlest Dumpling {1}
Pairing: Min Yoongi x OFC
Genre: Non Idol AU / Author AU
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Swearing!
Word Count: 4.7K
Summary: Yoongi’s ready to shop his newest book idea, what he isn’t ready for is you.
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A dark sky streaks with lightening, thunder rumbles throughout the land.
Boulders quake, but our hero stays strong. He pushes his sweatband up and adjusts his hanbok. The sweat still drips down his brow, his scar, long perpendicular to his eye shines in the flash of lightning.
“I am not my brother,” Lil King Yoongi said, his sword unsheathing itself from underneath his garment. “I am not my father, either.”
“Then who are you?” The hooded figure asked. His sword was drawn too, ready to strike in attack.
“I am King Yoongi.”
Lil King Yoongi Volume 1
April
“Damn it,” Yoongi throws his pen across his desk, watching as it nails the framed picture of him and his parents, holding his first ever published piece of writing from when he was a teenager. It was small, a local newspaper that held an essay contest. He had written stunning prose about why he loves books, and the local library. His essay had won, beating out all the competition from his 1000 person high school and surrounding areas. The prize was having his essay turned into a column, and getting to shadow the local newspaper staff for a month. He was allowed to create a column and run 4 articles. Naturally, he chose to read and review books.
Yoongi’s Reading Review became a hit, and after the success of it’s limited run, he was offered a junior staff position. He submitted 1 article a month, full of up to 5 book reviews. He reviewed everything, novels to essay collections, to biographies and new comic book editions. In Summer months, when his classmates were off from school, hanging out at the local pool and the mall, making out on the empty football field and gearing up for football season in the fall, he worked. In the summer they upped his count from one per month to two, and as a rising Junior they upped it again to three. Every dollar he saved went to buying more books, despite what his parents wanted (saving all the money), he couldn’t help but reach for that hardcover fantasy novel. He couldn’t stop himself from indulging in a reissue of a comic he just discovered. Yoongi loved it, exploring new lands and times, sharing what he’d discovered with other people his age. It hadn’t made him popular, perse, but it had ignited a fire within him.
A degree in creative writing, and MFA and a series that has garnered him a Newberry honor, and he’s sitting at his desk. The desk he started writing on as a boy, refinished and brought to his apartment from his parents house, still had indents from when he would write so hard on loose leaf paper that he permanently changed the make up of the desk. Now he has glass resting on top of it, protecting those early scribbles.
With his favorite pen now lost behind a table, the words in front of him look like utter shit.
“Fuck.” He mutters. “Fuck!”
Yoongi has a meeting with a new publisher, someone his agent set him up with so he could make his first foray into official childrens books. He had the idea, and the concept and what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t well, say it. Nothing came when he thought about his newest project. And what did was complete and utter shit.
Why had he thought he could do this?
Easy, he had to. Just like breathing, he had to write.
The Littlest Dumpling, is a story about a little boy who looks, much like he did and does, like a boiled dumpling. He becomes brave as he goes through school and out into the world. His mom calls him Little Dumpling, affectionately, his brother teasingly, and his father prefers more traditional nicknames for his youngest son.
It’s meant to be both hopeful and easily identifiable as a story any kid can cling to. But he can’t get started. And that is terrifying.
Lil King Yoongi had flown out of him. He had written four volumes of it before he got a publishing deal. He knew it inside and out, every aspect of it. His agent had wanted him to make a spin off when the last book came out last year, but he wouldn’t do that. That felt so disingenuous to the characters. There was no prequel, there was no sequel. Lil King Yoongi was complete.
So he took five years off. Went to Korea with his parents, saw his friends, rested and did a few guest review spots for new books and his local paper that still asked him to. All in the hopes that he could, when he was ready, put pen to paper and write his next great work: The Littlest Dumpling.
Then the deadline came - his agent, Marc, set up a meeting with a new publisher. And he tried. He really really tried. But now, sitting in the waiting room, bouncing his leg and trying not to crack his knuckles, he’s going into this meeting with an idea and no pages to show.
“Mr. Min?” Alexis, the assistant asks. “She’s ready for you now.”
Alexis guides him to the office, through a hallway of framed book covers, pictures with authors holding their books and quotes pulled from said books. It’s a gallery wall to end all gallery walls, and Yoongi kind of wishes he was a part of.
Inside the office, which seems more like a fort than a functioning structure, you are standing behind a desk, waiting.
“Mr. Min, welcome to Serendipity Publishing, where we believe every book we create is meant to be. Have a seat. Alexis will you bring some coffee?” You rattle off in quick succession, no hint of annoyance in your voice, but a little sparkle of fire in your eyes.
“Sure thing,” Alexis smiles.
“I’m Y/N,” You extend your hand to him, and he takes it cautiously. ”And I get paid to say that phrase, though I’d much rather not.”
“Oh,” Yoongi’s taken aback. “Okay, then please call me Yoongi.”
“Okay Yoongi. Welcome. I’m so excited to meet you and discuss your work.”
“That won’t last long,” Yoongi mutters.
“What?”
“Nothing - just, don’t get your hopes up. I don’t know if I have anything, good.”
You’re caught off guard by his deprivation, tipping your head to the side and staring at him quizzically. “That seems unlikely given the success with your graphic novels. But note taken. I am ready to be pleasantly disappointed.”
“So, I have this idea -
“Wait,” You hold up a hand and stare at Alexis who has just entered the room. “Do you want cream or sugar?”
“Black, just black,” Yoongi says.
“Great.”
Alexis, hot pink curls bouncing, sets two cups of coffee down and walks out, shutting your office door behind her. Yoongi takes the opportunity to glance around. It’s an office carved out of book shelves. There’s a window, a window seat and your desk in the middle. Every single wall is covered in what appears to be clear floating shelves filled with books.
“Have you edited or published all of these?” He asks.
“The company has, but if you keep looking you’ll find a few that aren’t our label. I snuck them in,” You say.
“Aren’t you going to get caught?”
“And what, fired? I’d love to see them try.”
He nods approvingly. “So you’ve been here long?”
“Yeah, straight out of college, started reading the reject pile, found a few gems, got moved up and eventually here I sit: Head of New Acquisitions, Young Adult and Children’s Lit.”
“That’s a fancy title,” He says.
“Better be, Vassar wasn’t cheap,” You crack a smile, and his shoulders relax.
“Ah you’re a Vassar grad?”
You shrug. “That’s what my diploma says.”
“Interesting,”
“Not up to snuff?”
“I expected a Sarah Lawrence or like, Whitman.”
“Small college in Eastern Washington. Wow!” You laugh. “That’s not where you went, is it?”
“Nope,”
“Berkeley?” You already know.
“Yep.”
“How’d you like the rain?”
He shakes his head and offers a gentle smile. “About as much as you want to drink black coffee.”
“Ah, you noticed?”
“Yeah, I assume you brought yours from home?”
“Of course.”
Yoongi reaches for his mug, with the company logo in gold and rainbow across the front, and takes a sip.
“It’s hot!” You say quickly, watching as he winces.
“Fucking fuck,” Yoongi mutters. “Thanks for the warning.”
“Who takes a sip of coffee like it’s ice water?” You ask, your mind racing to decide if a lawsuit is possible from too hot coffee. How embarrassing, going down for serving an author coffee that was scalding.
“Valid,” He accepts your sympathy easily.
You let the moment pass, then start again. “So you wrote a book.”
“The new one, or the old ones?”
“The new one, and your agent wants you to what, shop it around? We’re willing to make you a deal today, Yoongi.”
“What if my idea is shit?” Yoongi’s earnest gaze is a little concerned, vulnerability and weakness showing through.
“You wrote a five part saga about a lil king that has sold millions. It’s one of the most popular graphic novels in the history of graphic novels. You could go anywhere, do anything,” You lean forward, your voice just above a whisper. “But you’re here.”
“How serendipitous,” he jokes.
“Precisely. So tell me, Mr. Min, Yoongi, what is this new project?”
He takes a deep breath, wishing he had water instead of this coffee.
“Our parents all give us nicknames as kids, whether or not we want them. We either grow into them, or out of them. My new project takes shape with a little boy who affectionately is called, Little Dumpling.”
“Oh my god,” You mutter. “I’m already hooked.”
“The Littlest Dumpling is about this boy. I want the first book to be about his nickname, how he got it, what it means. Then the next to be about adventures he has as his alter ego, Littlest Dumpling, and as himself.”
“Let me guess,” Your elbows prop, chin resting in hands. “You can’t fucking write, can you?”
Yoongi stares at you, unsure how you could possibly know he’s had writers block for a year.
“I - I currently have writers block. But, at present, I have outlined the first three installments.”
“What’s book 1?”
“His classmates find out his nickname.”
You take out a piece of paper that has his name written across the top in very curvy lettering. “And two?”
“His bully picks on him for the lunches he eats.”
“Traditional Korean?”
“Yes,” He agrees.
“I’m in. I love it.”
“But, I don’t have anything written.”
You wave your hand through the air, dismissing his objection. “That’s okay, I’ve signed deals with people who had far less than you do.”
Yoongi isn’t sure if this is comforting or concerning.
“I see that look - but think about it, look at where I am. I know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t doubt that you do, but I’ve never gone to a publisher with an idea and no pages. It’s like streaking across the football field at halftime.”
“I get it, and i know we’ve only been talking for twenty minutes, but trust me, Yoongi. You can do this.”
He inhales through his teeth, sucking in air loudly before exhaling and doing it again.
“I’m going to be incredibly difficult about the illustration, it has to be perfect.”
“Understood, and editing too, I’m assuming?” You ask, jotting his answers down.
“Yes.”
“I have an editor and illustrator in mind for you, both have done work with our authors before to great success. I’ll get the contract sent to your agent and legal team today for them to go over and discuss. What we’re paying you will be included and competitive.” You switch to your computer, drafting an email to legal. That’s what it looks like to Yoongi, but really you’re typing send the contract ASAP.
“That’s fast.”
“Look, you’re Yoongi Min. I can tell you right now there’s at least five other agencies and publishing houses who want you to sign with them. Your current agencies is shitting themselves over losing you and your future projects. The sheer fact that you’re leaving your primary publishing house is, the most exciting get anyone could imagine right now. I know that’s pressure, I know that that means that you are having writers block. But Yoongi, I’m telling you, and I will keep telling you, we are your best option. You can pick who you want. You can go anywhere, truly, but we are dedicated to children’s literature. We are dedicated to the highest quality illustrations and collaboration amongst all our artists. We aren’t some big magnate, or conglomerate. We aren’t going to license your work without you knowing, and we aren’t going to publish something you aren’t 100% proud of. I promise you that.”
“Okay.”
“So, once I send the deal over, please take your time to look it over and understand it all. I will give you a list of editors with a single name starred for who I think you should work with, same for illustrators. But it’s up to you. Serendipity is a fabulous publishing house, and I can guarantee you will not regret signing with us or working with me.”
“You’re incredibly convincing.” He says.
“Like I said, Vassar. Business and creative writing degrees.”
Why are you so hellbent on impressing him?
“Double major, damn.”
“I’m incredibly impressive, Yoongi. And I won’t hide it.”
Yoongi wants to smirk, to keep calm, to remain somewhat nonplussed. But he can’t, not when you are looking at him like he’s the hope diamond and you haven’t yet realized he’s cursed.
He can’t look away, so he whispers instead. “You shouldn’t.”
“So, like I said. I’ll send it over and we can meet next week to sign or you can come by for more hot coffee and turn me down. Either way, we should talk again.”
“Yes, okay, sounds good.” He agrees.
“Great. Do you have any questions for me?”
Yoongi does. “What’s your favorite children’s book?”
You smile, not waiting a moment to respond. “Harriet the Spy for classic literature. Where the Mountain Meets the Moon and Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library for contemporary. Oh and The Westing Game.”
Yoongi beams, he hadn’t been expecting that. Not one book, but four?
“Okay, okay, I haven’t read three of those.”
“You should. You can borrow my copies,” You stand and move to a specific corner of your book shelves, taking down all four and handing them to Yoongi. “Then you have to come back and see me.”
“Okay, sounds like a deal.”
“If you bend pages or damage them in any way I will take it out of my offer.” You warn him, finger pointing accusingly at the middle of his chest. He’s standing a little too close, he realizes that as he backs away.
He picks up his coat and mutters, much louder than he intended. “You’re feisty.”
“Thank you. It’s one of my winning qualities.”
Yoongi has met with a few publishers in his day, and at the behest of Hoseok’s girlfriend, sat through many episodes of Younger starring Sutton Foster and Hilary Duff. But his meetings were never quite like the TV shows, or films, that glamorized publishing houses. No one was itching to sleep with each other, or fuck him while editing his books. But then again, he was in children’s publishing. Perhaps if he wrote a book geared towards adults, he’d have a similar sexy experience. But he hasn’t. Instead he’s just… Yoongi.
The littlest dumpling that ever lived, slinking into his agent’s office to discuss the deal. Or, if his agent has anything to say about it, you.
“She’s the hottest new publisher in the game, Yoongi’s,” Jane Huang says. Her quaffed hair is the color of flames, reds and yellows blurring into orange and curled atop her head. The sides are delicately shaved and bleached blonde. He always gets distracted by the ancient Chinese symbols dancing up her forearm, giving way to rich greens and emeralds that make up the bonsai she has stained into her skin. Jane, or Janie as Yoongi calls her, stares at him from her place behind her desk. Her office far less occupied than yours. “She’s promising you the world. Or at least, what sliver of it she can.”
“It’s all great - but how does the contract look?” Yoongi asks.
“She’s offering more than the others.”
Ah yes, the others. All the notable publishing houses, the few that still cared about his work after his brief hiatus. All offering far less than Serendipity, with a publisher far less enthused than you.
“The contract is clear, you aren’t going to get a better deal for the amount of work you’ve put in,” Jane says.
“I’ve put in a lot of work! There’s a concept, I have outlines!”
“But you haven’t written shit, don’t try to bullshit me, Yoongi.” Her tone is reminiscent of a scolding from his mother - which he knows if he points out, she will absolutely ream him for it.
“Noona, I know. But there will be,” Yoongi waits for her to erupt, hoping for sparks ready to ignite.
Instead she gently rolls her eyes. “I hate it when you call me noona. I’m not even that much older than you, and you have known me for long enough to know that.”
“Sorry, Janie.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re feeling confident. I was beginning to think you lost your nerve, and how embarrassing would that be for either of us? Humiliating.”
He scoffs. “I haven’t lost my confidence, mostly. I mean a little. Most of it is totally gone and tied up with my writing ability which, now that it’s lost and probably never coming back, seems like a great time to sign a new contract with a new publisher who -
“Yoongi!” Jane interrupts. “Stop spiraling. You’re fucking fine.”
“Sorry,” He says sinking deeper into his chair.
“She wants to meet with you again?” Jane asks. She finishes putting stickie notes where Yoongi needs to sign the elaborate and thorough contract.
“Yes, to officially sign the contract.”
“Isn’t that why Doc-U-Sign was invented?”
“Yes, she also lent me a few books so i have to give those back too.”
“I’m sorry, she did what?” Jane asks. She keens at him, elbows on her desk, body moving towards him as if she’s about to pounce. “She did what?”
“She lent me a few books -
“Books she’s published?”
“No,” He’s desperately trying not to blush.
“So, social books? Books about writing children’s books?”
“No,” Deeper red, the colors of hell.
“Yoongi,” Jane’s voice rises an octave, screeching in his ears.
“Well if you’d let me get out more than a word I’d tell you that i asked her what her favorite children’s books are, and she let me borrow the ones I hadn’t read.”
“And have you read them?” She asks.
“Of course,” He rolls his eyes.
“She’s flirting.”
“She is not.”
“Yoongi, you’re dense but not stupid.”
“She lent them to me, I read them. I’ll give them back when I sign the contract. That’s it.”
Jane is still smiling, more like smirking and only a little green with envy. “Good, because no matter how hot and talented she is, you can’t fuck your publisher.”
“Who says I want to?” Yoongi feigns ignorance, of course he wants to. He has eyes and ears that heard you spill genius to him.
“The glimmer in your eyes, Yoongi. That’s who.”
“Come on, you’re fucking some younger guy, why can’t I do something a little reckless?”
“And jeopardize your career?”
“I wouldn’t, she wouldn’t.” Though Yoongi has no idea what you would and wouldn’t do, with him. Or anyone that works for you.
“You’re an idiot if you think sleeping with your publisher won’t absolutely tank your reputation and career,” Jane says.
“It’s a hypothetical. I didn’t even know she was flirting with me until two minutes ago!”
“You definitely knew she was flirting, because you were flirting too,” Jane teases. “Of course you were. Have you seen her?”
“Have you seen the guy you’re sleeping with?” He tries desperately to pivot.
“Uh, yes?”
“Great because I haven’t, so tell me who he is.”
“Yoongi!” Jane tips her head back in exasperation.
“And not that we’re coworkers not friends shit, because you have been my agent for five years and we are more than just coworkers.”
“Work friends is better than coworkers,” Jane reminds him.
“You’ve told me about every exploit you’ve had over the last five years, and yet for some unknown reason you won’t tell me about this new person. Is it someone I know?”
Yoongi and Jane met when he won a collegiate award for an initial draft of, what would become the first draft of Lil King Yoongi. He had busied himself turning his Yoongi’s Reading Review into a city wide column, and then in college leading his collegiate paper and winning writing scholarships. She’d been following his career as they both experienced tangential success. Jane had won some of the same prizes years before him. That’s how she got her start, and how she stumbled upon him. Reading his work in a contest for a 5K scholarship.
To say in the last few years they’d become best friends would be a stretch, but Yoongi is right. They’re more than coworkers.
“You know they’re younger than me, what more do you want?” She asks.
“You’re being shady,” Yoongi accuses.
“You’re being nosy.”
”Ms. Huang, I believe I am just trying to be your friend,” Yoongi says.
“He isn’t in publishing if that helps,” Jane concedes. “And he’s around your age. And incredibly hot.”
“That’s more information than I had… so I’ll take it.”
Jane lets a beat pass. “But he isn’t as hot as Y/N.”
“I didn’t even -
“You have eyes, idiot. You know she’s a stunner.”
”Fine - she’s beautiful,” It’s his turn to concede.
“Thank you!”
“But I’m not, she isn’t interested in me. She wants my book, she wants my story. That’s it. That’s all.” He says.
Jane shakes her head. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t Yoongs,” She leans forward again, staring intently at him.
He’s uncomfortable under her gaze. “How do you know?”
“Your eyes, Yoongi. Your eyes.”
“You’re back!” You say, smiling widely at Yoongi as Alexis brings him into your office. “Oo with presents?”
“Just your books,” Yoongi hands the bag to you. “I liked them. Where the Mountain Meets the Moon was my favorite.”
“I’m glad! So, tell me, good news or bad news?”
“Uh, depends?”
“On?”
“I’m ready to sign my contract.”
“Oh shit! Yes! Great news!”
“What would’ve been bad?”
“If you didn’t want to sign it, if you decided you didn’t want to write The Littlest Dumpling. If your old publishing house offered you more money to write more Lil King Yoongi’s. There are a lot of possibilities, Yoongi.”
“Clearly you’ve thought of all of them.”
“Isn’t that my job?”
“That’s fair.”
“Well, while the contract is printed, let me show you the list of illustrators and editors. I’ve already starred the ones that I think would be great for this project.”
You open a folder with his name neatly printed and take out a piece of paper with two columns. Passing it over to him, Yoongi doesn’t take long to skim it and choke on his own spit.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” He says, looking across the top of paper to you.
“What?”
He’s quick on his feet. “I will sign the contract, but I have one stipulation.”
“Oh?” You ask, surprised he doesn’t have more. A lot more. He could ask for almost anything and you’d oblige. You need this win.
“Yes, I will not, under any circumstance, work with him,” Yoongi hands over the list and watches as your eyes linger on the name you had starred.
“Okay, why not?” You ask.
“He’s an asshole.”
“Okay, but what about his work?”
“Who cares?” Yoongi snaps.
You clear your throat, trying a different approach. “Did he wrong you in your past? Is that what it is?”
“Maybe.”
You nod, understanding. “So you won’t work with him because he was a dick in college?”
“High school. And we were childhood friends before that. Our parents are still best friends,” Yoongi rushes through it. A sordid past told in a quick breath.
“Oh my god! Yoongi! That’s even more pathetic.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, it is. Your parents like him, why can’t you?”
Yoongi shakes his head, because really it’s more complicated than a petty disagreement or squabble in high school. It goes back years, decades really, and has hurt Yoongi the entire time. It’s so much more than his parents liking Seokjin, actually his parents liking Seokjin is part of the problem.
“I will never, ever work with that man,” Yoongi says softly, his eyes hard and his jaw set.
“So you’re telling me you won’t sign the contract if I make you work with him?”
“Correct.”
“Okay,” You nod and lean back in your chair, watching him. “So you have two options: One, walk away from Serendipity. Or, two, which I definitely think you should consider: get over it and push your feelings aside to create a great piece of work. Jin would be a perfect editor. He is incredible and has edited several best sellers. He is the best, and it would shock you to know how much we pay him to keep him here instead of going to Penguin or Random House or another boutique publishing house. Insane.”
“I - that’s it?”
“What, I’m not entertaining your teenage angst? Nah, I’m not doing that. I run a business, and if your ego is so fragile you can’t grow up, fine. But that’s who you’re going to work with.” You tell him.
Yoongi exhales. His agent had prepared him for this, well not the Jin of it all, but the potential that his pettiness would be overruled and ignored. He would have to work with people he didn’t like, or who didn’t like him, no matter what field he was in. But this?
Maybe he should grow up and move on. Though Seokjin is the last person he wants touching whatever masterpiece you think he’s capable of writing. But- again - maybe you’re right. Maybe Jin is the best option, and he is finally ready to move past it.
Yoongi inhales deeply through his teeth. “Fine.”
“Fine?” You ask.
“Fine - I’ll,” He exhales sharply, “I’ll bitch about it the entire time.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’re going to be the one who hears about it.”
You smile, already looking forward to it.
“That’s my job. Now tell me, what did you think of Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library?”
Having signed his contract and returned home with another two books that Serendipity had in fact published, Yoongi felt ready to finally put pen to paper. Though the physical demand of crawling on the floor to dig his pen out from behind the table seemed beyond reproach. But, he finally, truly wants to start writing this new piece.
That is, until his phone buzzes, and a new email has arrived.
Subject: Untitled YM Project: Editing
From: Seokjin Kim
Yoongi -
Wow! It’s been a long time. What a weird coincidence you’d stumble into Serendipity Publishing. I am excited to work with you on this next project, Dumpling.
Let’s get coffee and discuss your plans soon. I am eager to figure out a schedule and start working!
Seokjin
PS - I know you’re probably going to request I be taken off this project, and I’d love to tell you there’s a solution besides sucking it up and dealing with me… but unlucky for you, there isn’t. Lucky for me, I get to helm the latest project from Yoongi Min. What a partnership we will be.
Yoongi throws his phone at the wall.
Fucking pompous asshole who thinks he’s god’s gift to literature. What an asshat. Who emails like that? Who says that shit? Who flaunts their status and power in front of someone they have to work with?
Fuck.
Seokjin.
Fucking.
Kim.
Yoongi’s fucked - because of course Seokjin is right. You were right when you said it earlier. There is no one better than Seokjin Kim. And Yoongi, despite his protesting and frustration and youthful hatred, absolutely has to work with him.
Next: The Littlest Dumpling {2}
#justasparkwritings#justasparkmaster#the littlest dumpling#min yoongi#houseofddaeng#purplearmynet#bangtanarmynet#networkbangtan#kpopccc#OT7 series#BTS series#Min yoongi x reader#Min Yoongi x you#lil king yoongi
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Welcome to Day 1 of Yoongi Week! Today is all about my favorite pictures of our favorite Lil Meow Meow. I will confess up front that I am a simp for his long hair, so if that era predominates, just... enjoy it, mmkay?
Gah! The tortured Victorian artist/poet vibe in this one just kills me...
I loved this fan sign with the ears, because they blend with his own hair so well they look natural. And it looks like he's wearing a little bell around his neck like a cat collar. ::is soft::
This post would not be complete without Mint Yoongi.
I'm sure he'd like to thank his middle finger for always sticking up for him. ;)
All hail the king.
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Maritober 2022
This is my own lil version of the kinktober phenomenon. Each one shot is featuring a human reader and a supernatural member of BTS.
Warnings include smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, blood, violence, stalking, amongst others individual to each story.
All of these stories could very well be made into stories or continued on later. I purposefully wrote these with that intention.
My Queen
Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.
Pairing: Vampire King Jin x Human Reader
Out Now (posted 9/16)
My Home
It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.
Pairing: Dragon Yoongi x Human Healer Reader
Out Now (posted 9/23)
My Prisoner
You were trying to buy a new notebook for your writings, not expecting to get lost in a forest you didn’t recognize from your map. After passing the same tree multiple times, you stop to rest for the night, only to be captured and taken to a King’s castle for judgement. You weren’t expecting a Fae King to keep you as his…prisoner?
Pairing Fae King Hobi x Writer Reader
Out Now (posted 9/30)
My Goddess
You tried to escape again, only to epically fail. Nothing seemed to work, and Hades just smiled as he watched you walk away. He knew the real reason you kept trying to run away, and was just waiting for you to realize it.
Pairing: God of the Underworld Namjoon x Human Reader
Out Now (posted 10/07)
My Light
“Your beauty brought out the light in him, made him see how dark the world truly was He couldn’t bare the thought of leaving you in the dark.”
Your uncle had left you a home in some seaside town you hadn’t heard of. Moving out there was easy, but living there was harder. Until he found you, then…you didn’t know what to think.
Pairing: Mermaid Prince Jimin x Human Reader
Out Now (posted 10/14)
My Witch
It was Halloween night and you were in the old church fulfilling a dare your friends tasked you with. Little did you know you were being watched, and he had been waiting a long time to finally make you his. Now, you were his, and he wasn’t letting you go.
Demon Taehyung x Human (witch) Reader
Out Now (posted 10/21)
My Mate
Your village was surrounded by a never-ending forest. Every 20 years, for as long as the village people could remember, offerings were held for the beast who roamed the forest. It was the only way your village could remain safe. This times offering, you were one of the women being offered up to the beast. You only hoped that you could make it out alive.
Werewolf Jungkook x Human Sacrifice reader
Out Now (posted 10/28)
#bts#bts au#bts one shots#purpleyoonn one shot#oneshots#bts jin#bts yoongi#bts jhope#bts namjoon#bts jimin#bts taehyung#bts jungkook#bts smut#bts fantasy au#angst#fluff#bts x reader#purpleyoonn#maritober
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July 14, 2023 -
Tae supports and hypes Jungkook’s new single “Seven” in his IG stories, and he does it so brilliantly and thoughtfully! His first post showcases his hand holding three playing cards that highlight Jungkook’s nickname / initials “Jk” and the numeric 7 for his new song “Seven.” I don’t play cards, so I don’t have expertise, but fortunately there is Google and other people with more knowledge! I’ve seen people break down the cards as follows:
Jack of spades - considered the most powerful card in the deck, representing physical and mental strength, determination and willpower; indicative you have what it takes to achieve your goals
King of clubs - power, strength; position of influence; natural born leader that isn’t afraid to go after what he likes
Seven of clubs: personal growth; the seven itself stands for victory
All of this fits Jk perfectly. He’s always going to shine brightly and set records. He’s a living legend.
Cute fact - Tae’s playing cards are vintage playing cards from the 1929 silent movie “Frau im Mond" (Woman on the moon). You can find more information here - https://twitter.com/taejkforever/status/1679810073328078848?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
And as others have noted, it appears the person in the back may be Jungkook, since the shorts seem to match what he wore to Yoongi’s concert (but decide as you like)-
CTTO for the collage
No surprise, Dispatch covers Tae’s post -
https://www.dispatch.co.kr/2257376
I want to note his second post, which is the below fan art from _baba_jk -
The drawing is inspired from BTS’ 2020 Grammys performance with Lil Nas X -
The reason I want to note this is because the artist has drawn cute Taekook fanart before-
And in February 2020, Tae commented on their Taekook fanart on Weverse -
Some say he posted the second photo due to the bridge in “Seven,” and that it’s another way he’s showing support. I’m inclined to believe it’s more because he’s noticed the artist’s work before but I’m receptive to plausible theories, and since I’ve seen this theory floating around, I’ll add the bridge lyrics here and you can decide.
Jungkook’s MV for Seven - https://youtu.be/QU9c0053UAU
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Dating Yoongi headcanons
Yoongi x Reader
Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread.
A/N: Alright, if we're gonna do this series, then it's time we talk about my ult. The man, the myth, the meow meow(I'm sorry Yoongi)
(Also, I'm already planning a pt.2 for this series that's more on the crack side, so if anyone wants to send me headcanons for the members to possibly be included in future lists?)
Masterlist
Requests are open
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Dating Yoongi is comfortable.
So soft for you, I can't even begin. Like, I don't understand how people ever think he's cold, he is the epitome of soft boi.
Blushes when you complement or brag on him.
Turns into a scrunched up, spluttering mess if you call him cute(we love our tsundere).
Very cautious at first with his feelings, but once he feels comfortable enough to open up, he's very straight forward.
To call it dating is a bit generous though. Like, y'all immediately go from 'kinda dating' to 'married-but-not-married'.
Tells you he loves you for the first time in one of those long ass, 3am texts like he sends to the members.
Random,(half-)joking proposals(Marry me, Yoongi uno reverse card!)
"What kind of ramen do you want?" "Marry me." "Both it is."
So many songs about you, but you will not know until they're released(or he makes them into a playlist/mixtape for your birthday or anniversary)
Actually really hesitant about letting you in his studio(sorry fellow writers). He just prefers to have a level of separation between his work and you.
Dates are usually pretty chill(except for special occasions or when he wants to flex and rents out a whole fucking skating rink for y'all or smth)
Another who lives for domestic activities with you, like cooking together or even just grocery shopping. Idk, he just likes getting to be with you.
Probably would love going camping with you in one of those little camper vans.
Likes to teach you things?
I mean, he won't want to be your full time teacher, but if you show an interest in smth like piano or producing, he'll get a kick out of teaching you the basics.(let him teach you about basketball, he'll lose his gd mind)
Not big on nicknames(big shock🙄). Like, you have a perfectly good name, why not just fucking use it? Also calls you 'Jagi', but that's if he's feeling particularly soft or needy.
Acts of service King.
Have you eaten? He's making food. Are you cold? Makes you take his jacket. His top priority is making sure you're taken care of.
Gets lowkey jealous of Holly getting too much of your attention. "Yah, are you dating me or my dog?!"
Sass and bickering are basically a second language for you two.
Subtle about pda. If he's not holding your hand, he has to have one resting on your back.
SOMEONE HOLD HIS FUCKING HAND FOR THE LOVE OF-(sorry, I'm calm)
Not always vocal about wanting physical affection, but when he is, he's lowkey dramatic.
*laying on the couch*"If you don't kiss me, I'm gonna die." *kiss* "Better?" "Hmm, still in critical condition. Keep going."
Another who gets more than a little enjoyment in winding you up into a flustered mess, and is smug about it(again, shocking no one, I'm sure)
Slow, lingering kisses as he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world.
Gets really quiet if you fight(and sulks), but is usually the first to apologize because he absolutely cannot stand y'all being mad at each other.
Holds you to go to sleep.
"Marry me." "M'kay."
Okay, that's enough delulu for right now, Imma go cry.
#yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi fluff#yoongi headcanons#yoongi scenarios#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x reader#yoongi reaction#bts scenarios#bts reaction#bts headcanons#bts fluff#bts reactions#bts x y/n#bts x reader#bts imagines#7ndipity
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