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swanlakebaby · 3 days
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— rainy night 🌙 | pjm
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pairings: softbf!jimin x fem!reader
includes: fluff, soft bf jimin, rain, cuddling, soft kisses, GOOD VIBESSSS
💕 sfw 💕
about: spending a rainy night with jimin.
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jimin walks into the bedroom after arriving home from work , walking in and seeing you wrapped under the blankets in a calm sleep. he smiles at the sight and takes off his jacket , tossing it into the hamper. he undoes his belt and hangs it up. he decides that he’ll just shower after dinner and changes into something simple and comfortable for the time being.
being as quiet as possible , he slips out of the bedroom and heads to the living room , letting you finish your nap.
an hour or two later , you stretch and rub your eyes as you slowly wake up. you check the time and see that it’s past seven , meaning that jimin should be home now. you glance over and see his work belt dangling from one of the hooks on the wall and his work jacket lazily draped over the hamper , validating your assumption.
you sluggishly get out of bed and quickly use the bathroom , getting excited to see jimin after a long day. you slip on your house shoes and walk over to the living room , sliding your feet. the tv is on low volume , playing a rerun of some random kdrama. jimins slouched on the couch , his head resting against the cushion. he holds his phone in his lap , looking down and scrolling away , stopping occasionally to read whatever’s on his screen.
he notices you and smiles , not saying anything as he’s still into his phone. you stretch and walk over to him , sitting on his lap , facing him , which forces him to move his phone out of the way. he tosses it aside and pulls you close into a warm embrace. he rests his head on your chest , closing his eyes as he takes advantage of this moment. you wrap your arms around his neck lovingling , running your hands through his hair. “i missed you.” you say , your voice still groggy.
he looks up at you , his soft pink lips slowly moving. “i missed you too. did you sleep good?” you yawn , nodding. “my baby is still sleepy.” he says , chuckling. you smile at him , hugging his neck tight. “it’s the rain.” you mumble , snuggling into his warm neck. you stay like this for a moment , not speaking. jimin rubs on your back , swaying softly. you feel yourself dozing off again , still tired after the nap.
you feel a sudden poke on your side as jimin teases you. you groan and place your hand on his chest. he puts his hand over yours and leans in to quickly give you a peck on the lips. you kiss him back , not opening your eyes. you feel his body shift as he begins to stand up , holding you still.
he holds onto your legs and wraps them around his waist as he carries you to the bed. he plops you onto your side and you quickly snuggle back under the covers. jimin slips into bed beside you and immediately pulls you close.
you begin to cuddle and snuggle closely beside him , feeling safe and loved. you rest your head on his chest , the feeling of his chest slowly rising up and down as you both drift off into peaceful sleep giving you automatic comfort.
days like this were your favorite. not because the roads get closed down or because the dirt becomes muddy , but because you get to spend it in bed with the person you love.
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A/N: a quick scenario i wanted to write out since it popped into my mind today! lol i hope u enjoyed :)
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badbtssmut · 4 months
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You go to an illegal underground sex party downtown and meet seven guys who fuck you too good.
Contains: Riding, missionary, crying tears of pleasure, pussy DP, overstimulation, mid air fucking, wall fucking, blowjobs, mention of other people having sex, rough sex, slow sex, y/n loves sex, anal with mention of it hurting before it feels good, one sentence of it ‘hurting good’, squirting, disassociating cause it feels so good, squirting, multiple members cumming in y/n, vibrator being used on y/n
Admin note: this is so fucking long, enjoy ;)
Jin
“Am I your first tonight?” The man, whose name tag said ‘Jin’ asked.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “First time being in this kinda place too.” You internally scolded yourself— why did you have to tell him that?
“You are beautiful.” He commented.
You laughed softly.
He smiled.
The two of you were alone in a small room. There were some sex toys and bondage equipment on the wall, and a massage table in the middle of the room. It was dimly lit and had a soft and sensual feeling to it. You were sitting on the older man’s lap on the red couch, his hands already exploring your body. You could feel his hardness beneath you.
“I’d love to see you ride me. Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?” Jin asked as he started to kiss your neck.
“Yes.” You breathed out.
Moments later, the both of you were undressed. “Mm, so big!” You shuddered as you pushed down on his length, his fingers squeezed into your sides as he guided you down.
Once he was all the way in, you placed your hands on his chest for balance as you started to ride him. He let out a groan, his hands roaming up and down your body, before finally cupping your breasts. He sat up and wrapped an arm around you, kissing your chest and sucking on your nipples. You held onto his head and kept riding him.
The older man started to thrust into you, and you cried out. His pace quickened, and his other hand found its way to your clit. He rubbed your sensitive bud, and you started to lose yourself to the pleasure.
You whimpered and moaned, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing through the room. In the distance, blaring music was heard, and it sounded like the couple next to this room were having a go at it as well.
“I’m so lucky to be the first to pound into this pretty pussy… you feel so good around me, baby.” He grunted, slowing down his pace to savor the moment.
You couldn't form any coherent thoughts, your body was buzzing, and your skin was tingling. Your nails dug into his back, and you were sure you left marks on him.
“Come here…” He nudged you off his lap. “Go lay down for me, mm, just like that.”
You laid on your back, legs spread apart. He moved himself between them, he held onto his shaft as he entered you again, slowly and teasingly. He watched as you writhed underneath him, his hand snaking down to your clit once more.
You arched your back, the sensation was almost too much to bear. His cock filling you up and his fingers circling your sensitive nub. The man had a devilish grin on his face, enjoying the view of your body wriggling under him. He started to thrust faster, his hips pounding against yours, his length going deeper and deeper.
Jin leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slid into your mouth, and you gladly sucked on it. His other hand was on the side of your face, keeping you in place.
It was almost suffocating, the weight of his body on yours, his tongue dominating your mouth, his shaft buried deep within you, and his fingers stimulating you.
Your moans were muffled as the man above you kissed you, his hips not slowing down.
Jin let out a muffled grunt as he spilled into you, and you felt excitement rush through your body at the idea of him filling you up.
“Your cock feels so good! Mmm, please don’t stop. You feel so good inside me, fuck!” You winced, biting down on your bottom lip as you neared your release.
The man above you gave you one more hard thrust and rubbed your clit roughly, pushing you over the edge. You came, your body quivering as he continued to move inside of you, helping you ride out your high.
He slowed his pace, his length slipping out of you. He groaned as he rubbed himself, before he came all over your belly.
Yoongi and Hoseok
“Ah! Ah!” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Yoongi’s pace was slow, and the way he slowly filled your pussy drove you insane. Being filled up inch by inch was an amazing feeling. Your pussy stretched, but it felt so good. When you felt something poke against your cheek, you opened your eyes and saw a hard cock in your face.
You parted your lips and took in Hoseok’s cock. You moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He groaned and tangled his hand in your hair, holding your head as he pumped in and out of your mouth. You sucked on him, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lick and tease him.
Yoongi continued his slow thrusts. You clenched around him, wanting him to go faster. Instead, he just chuckled, enjoying your whine when he pulled almost all the way out and went back in. He teased you, slowly filling you back up. Your whine was cut off by Hoseok pulling out of your mouth. He rubbed the tip along your lips and you kissed it, letting your tongue slide against the head, before he pushed it into your mouth again. Hoseok’s hand roamed to your breasts and he started kneading it and pinching the nipple. You gasped and arched your back, pushing your breast further into his hand.
Yoongi continued his pace for a little longer. You could feel yourself getting closer, your walls tightened and your moans grew louder. His pace was torturous, it wasn’t enough. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, his hips snapped into yours, burying himself completely inside of you. Your legs trembled and you could feel your orgasm coming.
Yoongi leaned down and nipped at your ear, before whispering, "I can feel how close you are. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. You're being such a good girl."
“Gonna cum…” You cried out, letting go and releasing. Your legs shook as pleasure coursed through your body. It was a long orgasm, the feeling lasting.
Yoongi grunted, his hands holding you tightly. He fucked into you faster and faster until his hips stilled, a warmth spread throughout you.
You both were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. You felt Yoongi pull out of you, and Hoseok took his place.
You giggled when Hoseok pulled you closer and picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you leaned in to kiss him. You gasped into the kiss as you felt him slide into you.
Hoseok moaned. You were already wet from cumming, so he was able to slide in easily. His pace was quick, desperate. His hips were slamming into yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. A few couples were near you, fucking each other. You didn't know them, but that just added to the experience. You loved how public sex was accepted in the club.
Yoongi's cum dripped out of you, down your legs. Your wet pussy and Hoseok’s saliva covered cock made such hot sounds. The squelching noise was loud, and you blushed, loving how lewd it was.
“Mm, fucking another man while filled with cum already, you are so dirty," Hoseok smirked, heading to the wall and pressing your back against it as he started to wall fuck you. Your back rubbed against the cool wall, and you closed your eyes, taking in all the sensations. Hoseok was a rough lover, and his thrusts were so hard and fast that your head kept banging into the wall.
“Fuck, fuck…” You whimpered, feeling how sensitive your pussy was. You had just came, but it was so good. Hoseok was making you feel amazing.
“Fuck, you take this cock like a champ.” Hoseok was pounding into you, the sound of your bodies hitting against the wall was loud. It turned you on. You knew others would hear and look over. You felt Hoseok reach one hand between your bodies, and you looked down, watching him rub your clit.
You clenched around him and felt another orgasm build up inside of you. You threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut. Hoseok's thrusts were rough, the way his fingers moved on your clit was rough, it all felt too good. You felt so sensitive.
You cried out, your second orgasm washing over you. Your legs trembled, and if Hoseok wasn’t holding you up, you would have collapsed.
“Oh, oh!” You whimpered when you felt Hoseok continuing to fuck into you. The pleasure was becoming too much. He was going too hard. You needed a moment to recover, but it felt so good. It hurt, it was too much, but it felt so good.
“Going. To. Fill. You.” Every word that rolled off his tongue was followed by a hard thrust into you.
"Ple-ease, oh, oh!" Your eyes widened and your toes curled as he released inside of you. His cum mixing with Yoongi's. It felt warm and full. You panted, catching your breath, and let your body go limp in Hoseok's arms. He held onto you, his cock still buried inside of you, before pulling out.
Namjoon
“Yes…” Namjoon grunted, head tilted back, his tongue resting over his bottom lip as he slid his cock in and out of your ass. His fingers were in your mouth, keeping you from speaking, you sucked and licked them, moaning around them, your own fingers clutching at the bedspread, trying to stay grounded against his hard thrusts.
The muscles in your body tensed and flexed, the pain from being stretched so wide mixing with pleasure that came when he pushed all the way in, your entire body tingling as you rocked with his hips.
Your toes were curling, you tried to moan around the fingers in your mouth, he kept the pace of his thrusts steady, a hand on your hip holding you still.
This all felt so dirty, you never would’ve thought that you’d let a man fuck you like this, but it felt so good, so intense.
Your pussy wasn’t lonely, Namjoon had pushed a vibrator in it. The buzzing sent waves through you, made the experience even better.
His fingers slipped out of your mouth, you gasped for air, feeling him shift his weight slightly. He gripped both of your wrists with one hand, keeping them locked behind your back, his other hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing as he pushed in deep.
You whimpered, your hips moving on their own, pushing back into his cock. You were losing control of your body, it felt so good, your pussy was clenching and quivering.
“You love having some stranger be the first, don’t you? Taking that cock so good, I’d think this wasn’t your first time, so fucking good. Get on all fours.” He was breathing hard, voice raspy, his words sending chills down your spine.
You scrambled to your knees, letting him move you, pushing your upper body down into the mattress. His hands gripped your hips, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed his cock back in.
You screamed, it felt so good, a deep throb of pleasure, you clutched the bedspread, your back arching, a whimper leaving your lips.
He fucked you hard, grunting with each thrust, you felt every inch of him inside you, every time he hit bottom it made you shiver, your mouth hanging open as you moaned and panted.
“Harder, harder!” You begged.
You were going to cum, you were right on the edge, you needed him to make you go over.
His fingers were in your hair, he gripped it and yanked, making your body bend, he thrust deep, your body tensing up, you bit your lip.
His fingers were around your neck again, his body leaning over yours, his chest on your back, he fucked you fast, hard, making the bed bounce.
You felt his breath on your cheek, a hand cupping your breast, a thumb flicking over your nipple.
It was too much, you were moaning, body convulsing as you came. He was still fucking you, hard, you couldn’t breathe, it was so intense, too much, but so good.
He was panting and groaning, his fingers squeezed your neck, you felt his dick swell inside you and then he came.
A loud, long groan, his cock twitched and filled you up, you shivered, feeling it leak out and run down your thighs.
Your body was weak, you felt him release your hair, you slumped down onto the bed, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat coating your body.
A stranger took your anal virginity and you loved it.
Jimin
“Mm, just like that.” Jimin cooed as he placed a hand on your head, his eyes filled with lust as he watched you take his cock deeper and deeper.
He was sitting at the edge of his bed, and you were on your knees in front of him, pleasuring him with your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs for support.
You looked up at him with his dick in your mouth, and his eyes met yours. He smirked, running his fingers through your hair and tugging on it gently. You hummed in response, and you could feel the vibration of your throat against the tip of his cock, causing him to buck his hips, making you take his entire length. You gagged a bit, and he smiled, his hand still holding your head.
You soon moved to the bed, and he wanted to watch you ride him, so he laid on his back and watched you climb on top of him, his cock throbbing with need.
He watched as you hovered over him, taking his cock and rubbing it against your clit. You moaned as you rubbed him against your most sensitive area, and he could feel you getting wetter and wetter by the second.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You positioned yourself, and slowly, you sank down onto his cock, moaning loudly.
You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being filled. “Your cock is so hard, filling me so nicely, feels so good…” You whispered as you placed your hands on his chest, and then you started moving.
Jimin watched as you moved on top of him, the sight of your tits bouncing turning him on even more, and the noises coming out of your mouth were music to his ears. His hands gripped onto your hips, pushing you down harder as you moved.
He was so deep inside of you, and the friction from his dick rubbing against your walls was making you dizzy. It didn't help that the room was starting to fill with the smell of sex, which only made you more horny.
Soon, the two of you were fucking hard, and the sound of your skin slapping together mixed with your moans and whimpers.
“Mmm…” You whimpered, circling your hips before you started to bounce again.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jimin breathed out as he reached up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing against your hard nipples.
Your eyes fluttered closed as his touch sent sparks throughout your body, and you started bouncing faster. You weren’t sure how long you were riding him for when he stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, pinning your hands on the mattress before he wrapped his fingers around yours.
His body was pressed against yours, his cock buried deep inside of you, and he began to pound into you, hitting that spot inside of you that made your toes curl. You couldn't stop moaning and writhing beneath him, and he loved watching you become undone.
The pleasure was so intense that you thought you might pass out, but then he started rubbing your clit and you knew that you wouldn’t last long.
He leaned down and started kissing your neck, his tongue gliding along your skin. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck, and he took the opportunity to start sucking and biting it.
“You are hitting it just right…” You moaned, and he groaned against your skin, thrusting harder.
After a few more thrusts, he could feel his climax approaching, so he released your hands and sat up, pounding into you hard, his hands holding onto your ankles to spread your legs apart further.
You watched as his chest heaved, and his abs glistened with sweat. The look in his eyes was primal, and you knew that he was about to cum.
“Fuck, the way your pussy clenches around my cock, fuck, can’t get enough of you, babe, love fucking you like this, mmm, gonna make me cum.” Jimin’s hands now moved to your sides, holding you into place as he picked up the pace.
You reached up and grabbed onto his arms, digging your nails into his skin. The sound of his voice, the feeling of him deep inside of you, and his words, all brought you closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, your whole body started to tremble, and you felt a surge of heat run through your veins. You came hard, and you couldn't help but moan loudly.
Your walls clamped down around his cock, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came deep inside of you, groaning and growling.
When the two of you came down from your high, he collapsed next to you. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you.
Taehyung and Jungkook
Your hunger for cock was insatiable. Five cocks had already pounded your pussy, and you thought you were satisfied, but when one good looking man named Taehyung hit on you, followed by another good looking man named Jungkook, you felt your body ask for more.
Your head was tilted back, resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as you bounced your body up and down his cock, riding him. He gripped your hips, moaning your name, his face in your neck as his thick member slid in and out of your wet pussy.
The two males weren’t done with you just yet, Jungkook and Taehyung had taken you into multiple positions, you had sucked both of their cocks, and yet here you still were. Their staminas were amazing, and you couldn’t ask for a better way to end the night.
“Do you think she can take two cocks, Kookie?” You heard Taehyung ask his friend, who was sitting back and lazily stroking his dick while he watched the two of you fuck.
You gasped and pulled your head up, looking at the both of them in shock. Two? They wanted to fuck you at the same time?!
"Can you?” Jungkook asked you, and you felt both their eyes on you.
You had never had two cocks in you before, but you were so horny, you needed them, and you had a feeling that this would be the last thing you wanted to do tonight.
“I want to try, I want both of you in me, please." You begged, and the two males chuckled, they found you adorable and hot at the same time.
"You heard her, let's go Kookie." Taehyung said, spreading your pussy with his fingers. “Is this your first time?” He asked.
“Yes…” You nodded.
He chuckled.
"Good. You deserve two big cocks for the first time." He teased, and kissed your neck.
Jungkook positioned himself in front of you, and rested his one hand on your thigh while his other held his length into place as he pushed himself into you, making you gasp.
Your hand went over your mouth, and you felt him stop, waiting for your cue. You looked over at him, nodding for him to keep going.
“O-oh…” You whimpered as your pussy was filling with two cocks instead of one. It was an odd feeling, and you closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure you were feeling.
Jungkook leaned in and captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply as he pushed into your dripping cunt, helping your body get used to the size of his cock.
“So full, so stuffed, ah!” You whimpered, desperately trying to grasp onto anything. Fuck, you felt like your pussy was stretched to the max. Their cocks felt so amazing, you squeezed your eyes shut and gritted your teeth as you felt Jungkook push further into your pussy.
Your walls were being spread as far as they could go, and it was so damn amazing. You didn’t even realize that something like this was possible, oh fuck, they were stuffing you so nicely.
You had only gotten a taste of what it was like to have two men fill you up at the same time, and now you were addicted.
Jungkook paused when he managed to fill you with his every inch, and the two men started to kiss you against the face, switching up from your face to your lips as they allowed your pussy to get used to the large intrusion.
After a few moments, you opened your eyes and nodded, letting them know that it was okay to move.
“O-oh!” You shuddered as Taehyung started, moving in and out of you in a slow pace.
His hands were wrapped around your waist, and your body was pushed back against his, allowing him to thrust up into you while you were sat on his lap. Jungkook followed a few seconds later, when Taehyung slid out, Jungkook slid in, and one and off they followed this same rhythm.
You couldn’t even close your mouth, drool dripping down the side of your lip as they fucked you. You could feel them, oh fuck, you could feel them hitting the deepest parts of your body, and it was making your body tingle. The drool fell on your chest, a puddle collecting.
“You like that? Dirty girl?” Jungkook purred.
You couldn’t even talk, you could only answer with a moan.
"You like having two cocks in your little slutty cunt, huh?" Taehyung added, licking his lips.
Oh fuck, yes, you loved it, you couldn't explain how much you were enjoying this.
You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling, feeling their large dicks move in and out of you, making you feel full, so very full.
“Doing so well for your first time, your body was made to take two big cocks at the same time, isn’t that right baby girl? So fucking sexy and slutty for us, yeah?"
“Love two cocks in my pussy, mmm, love it so much." You whimpered, throwing your head back as they started to go faster.
They switched it up this time, now they both pounded in and out of you at the same time, fucking you hard and deep. You were shaking, gripping the sheets as they pounded away at you, fucking you hard enough to make you scream.
The bed rocked under you, the mattress creaking as you were fucked hard by the two guys.
They didn't slow down, not one bit, and your screams were so loud that people from the next room could hear, and you didn't give a single shit. You had two cocks in you and it was the best experience ever.
You were a mess, you were dripping, soaking the bed with your juices, and your body was twitching with pleasure, oh fuck.
Taehyung took a break while Jungkook pounded into you, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you passionately.
When it was time for Jungkook to take a break, Taehyung thrusted into you, and you moaned against his mouth, his tongue slipping into yours.
Tongue against tongue, two cocks against one pussy, lips against lips, moans against moans. It was all too much, but at the same time, not enough.
“What is your favorite, babygirl? Tell us how you like us to fuck you.” Taehyung whispered against your ears.
You whimpered exactly how you wanted their two cocks to fuck you, and they happily listened to your wish.
“Ah! Ah!” Tears built up in your eyes before they rolled down your cheeks, you couldn’t handle it anymore. This felt so fucking good, having your pussy abused and used like this, sandwiched between those two men as they beat your pussy up, oh the way those long thick cocks filled your pussy to the brim, the way their cocks were stretching your pussy walls out, and the way they were abusing your g spot, it was all too much.
Your moans and whimpers turned into cries and screams. You couldn't take it anymore. You had been fucked by five other men before these two, and you had already cum so many times, and the overstimulation was really hitting you now.
"Fuck her harder, Kookie, she can take it."
They were going harder than before, if that was even possible, and you were seeing stars. You had never felt this amount of pleasure before.
Your toes curled, and your eyes rolled back, your mouth wide open as your body went limp against Taehyung, the room spinning as their cocks continued pounding into you without mercy.
The men knew that you were about to orgasm, and they kept going, knowing that you could take more.
Taehyung gripped onto your breasts, kneading into them, and he and Jungkook were panting heavily. You could hear their breathless moans, and they were whispering sweet things to you.
You were a drooling, twitching, sobbing mess, and the men were loving it. They loved seeing their slutty girl getting her pussy stretched by their cocks, they loved the way your pussy clenched around them, the way it dripped all over them.
Their dirty words, their hands all over your body, their cocks in your pussy, their mouths kissing all over you… You never wanted this to end.
“Cum… cum..” You didn’t know how to talk anymore, feeling light headed and delirious as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. You didn’t even know where you were anymore or what your name was, the world was spinning and blurry, and all you could focus on was the feeling of their cocks.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” It felt so close, your whole body started to shake heavily, your eyes unable to focus on anything as your toes curled, and the intense pleasure washed over you. It took over your whole body and the heat washed through every inch as you orgasmed; it was the best one you had in your whole life, it felt like heaven.
The pleasure was too intense, and you were screaming as you were hit with wave after wave of pure bliss. You came all over their cocks, squirting so much, and you could hear them moan, the sounds of their voices sending you even higher.
Their thrusts grew sloppy and slow, both enjoying how you orgasmed around their cocks, yet eager to fill you up with their cum.
"That's it baby, milk our cocks with that tight pussy, yeah, fuck." Jungkook hissed.
Your pussy was still throbbing and squeezing around them, and the two men groaned.
Taehyung's arms tightened around your waist and he growled, pushing his cock in as deep as he could and released his seed, groaning in pleasure.
Jungkook picked up the pace and he did the same, digging his fingers into your thighs as he filled you with his seed.
They kept thrusting as they came, and the feeling of their hot, sticky, cum inside of you, and their cocks twitching inside of your sensitive pussy, made you squirt again, your body trembling.
You were left gasping and panting, trying to catch your breath. Your vision was still hazy and it took you a few moments before the room stopped spinning.
You were laid down on the bed, you weren’t even sure by who, as you laid there trying to catch your breath. You could feel the bed was soaked underneath you.
Fuck, this was the best day of your life.
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yoon4koo · 12 days
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— secret kink ★ with: knj + jjk!
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#pairings: friend!jjk X boyfriend!knj X reader
#synopsis: you discover your boyfriend's kink
#tags: pwp, sex, rough sex, threesome, cuckold, cockslut, spanking, spit, vaginal sex, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm play, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex, multiple orgasm
#notes: ok, i need to be honest, this is the most dirty thing i've ever written, but it doesn't deviate much from what's been written here so far… whatever, i hope you like it guys :)
#wc: 3,1k
🌸 . . english isn’t my first language, so be patient :)
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“when you gonna told me that you fucked with jungkook?” namjoon, your boyfriend, entered the room while you were still wrapped in a towel after getting out of the shower.
“excuse me?”
“hoseok told me, when we break up a few weeks ago, you and jungkook fucked”
“hoseok is a gossip boy” you mumbled.
“maybe, but when you gonna tell me?”
“when you gonna told me that you fucked with taehyung?” you asked him. 
alright, you and namjoon had a fight last month, it's a bad fight, you broke up for some weeks, you stayed in the apartment but he lived at bts dorm.
but, in those weeks, maybe you two have some... diversion with your friends.
“taehyung and me was a mistake”
“you take jungkook's boyfriend and he took your girlfriend”
“so was it planned?”
“no” snorted. “just happened”
“was good? he ate you well?”
what the fuck was that question? wanting to know whether or not your girlfriend has sex while you were apart is understandable, but what the hell was he asking?
“not better than you”
“anyone fucks you better than me, doll”
you laugh, it's true. you two have a relationship a years ago, of course he knows exactly how and where touch you.
“did he treated you like the whore you are?”
“i don't understand what the point”
“i just wanna know if my girl was fucked good”
“yes, i am! and i know that taehyung too”
silence.
“how many times you cum?”
“really? namjoon, i don't want to fight, i fucked jungkook, you fucked taehyung, it's okay”
“who says that i want to fight?”
you can't understand what the point of this conversation.
“i just wanna know if my baby was treat like the whore he is, if jungkook doing a good job and cum of this pussy”
namjoon laughed, and his laughed sounded like sadism. whos wanna know how your girlfriend was fucked?
unless…
“three years with you, and you never told me that you have cuckold kink”
“im telling u now”
bingo!
the information was a little shocking, right, jungkook and you had always been very close and namjoon never showed a single bit of jealousy, however you always thought it was because of your friendship for years, and the fact that jungkook had a boyfriend.
“so, why don't you call him and ask how he eats me?”
namjoon sit on the sofa, but without any courage to call to your friend.
"what's happening?" you asked when notice the hesitate "are you afraid that your best friend know that you liked that had cum on your girlfriend? are u shammed? ok, i call"
you take the cell and call to jungkook.
“hi, hyung! are u okay?” 
“hey, baby!” you said. “namjoon wanna know how good was fucked me that day”
“oh my god! he’s know? hyung, i’m so sorry, we are so drunk and-”
you laughed.
“i wouldn't apologize if i were you, he's all excited imagining you fucking me. and don't forget that he fucked with your boyfriend, if i were you i'd give as many details as possible…”
on the other end of the line Jungkook was wide-eyed, he always thought that if his friend found out about their night there would be a big fight, but no, there he was in connection with namjoon, who was horny knowing that his girlfriend gave your pussy to another.
jungkook even tried, but he couldn't hold back the smirk that tugged at his lips.
he was still fighting with taehyung, and didn't even intend to make up. of course, jungkook was angry with namjoon because he knew he was also to blame for all this.
so if he wanted to be humiliated, well, he would.
“your girlfriend is a dumb whore, she masturbated in my bathroom, when i opened the door, she was moaning with two fingers inside her, i couldn't control it, i needed to eat her”
namjoon imagines the scene, and his cock wake up
"she moaned so loud in my fingers, god, i wasn't need said too much, she just give her cunt for me at the same time"
you laughed naughty, remembering the scene.
you and jungkook spent a good few minutes talking about how taehyung and namjoon's sex had been, and naturally, with a drink, you were so fucking horny, both of you rubbing your own thigh temptingly to relieve the emotion.
you asked to take a shower, but when you turned on the shower the first thing you did was put your fingers in your wet pussy, you couldn't tell if it was missing namjoon or wanting jungkook, you didn't even think about anything, you just wanted to cum.
it didn't take five minutes for jungkook to enter the bathroom, seeing you with your eyes closed moving your fingers quickly.
he took off his clothes, and sneaked in, hugging you from behind and leaving a kiss on his neck. jungkook was quick to pull your hand and insert his fingers, then brushing his member against your ass, and the pleasant moan you gave only confirmed the consent he knew he had. you didn't hold back in saying that that night he owned you, and that you were desperate for him to open you up with his fat cock.
returning to the present moment, namjoon stroked his own dick while listening to his friend's statement.
“she was so hot, hyung. saying that I owned her, cumming on my fingers, saying that i could do whatever i wanted with her. fuck! i think now i understand why you guys have been together for so long, i would also love to eat that pussy every day.”
jungkook masked silence, namjoon was quiet and this worried jungkook.
“that’s okay, jungkook! he didn’t say anything because was busy touching himself”
so he’s keeped going.
“i took her to bed, hyung. she was so wet even after having cum, i stuck my tongue in her and she moaned even louder, she kept screaming my name for anyone who wanted to hear. my face got all wet, and she got irritated when i didn't let her cum” he laughed. “but i made her cum on my dick, she's a cockslut, she asked me to hit her, to choke her, and every time i cursed her, her pussy squeezed my cock. damn, hyung, now i'm so fucking horny!”
jungkook knew that what he would say next could destroy a friendship of years, it turns out that at the moment his head was clouded by lust and he even thought about friendship.
“hyung, leave me fuck your girlfriend again. so you can watch us and draw your own conclusions”
namjoon took his hand out of his shorts, and you tried to read your boyfriend's face, but you didn't understand anything. was Namjoon nervous? did Jungkook cross the line? was he just excited to hear but not see?
in fact, that was a good question, how far would namjoon's kink go?
whatever, all insecurity fell away when Namjoon moved away from the phone.
“you know my address, and your entry is free at the entrance”
namjoon looked at you and tapped her thigh twice, you immediately understood the message and sent it there, receiving a kiss on the neck and a caress on her breasts.
“'ll lend you to him one more time, but you know that's it, don't you? you are my little toy that i use whenever i want”
you nod, and namjoon opens your mouth spitting into it, you swallow, like the good whore you are.
“he's going to cum in you, but this pussy is mine, okay? and after all, maybe you're tired, but you're mine, and you give your pussy to your owner”
------------------------------------
after some minutes, the doorbell rang, and namjoon opened the door, of course, jungkook was there. namjoon kissed him, like a 'welcome' put his tongue on jungkook's mouth and grabbed his ass.
"you can do anything, since her want, of course" this is the only thing that namjoon said.
so, this is you now.
sitting on the bed, with your legs opened, just underwear, pinching your own nipple.
they both drooled, the visible stain on the lace panties made them both desperate to open your pussy even more.
but now it was jungkook's turn, so namjoon sat on the couch.
jungkook took off his clothes so quickly, and going to the bed, kissing you when you put the legs on his waist, trying feel something.
"are you always so desperate? in my house, now here, why?” hes bite your lips. “i can fuck this hole open now, you are so wet, fuck, look your leaky cunt, my cock going to feel so good in you… but, i think that your boyfriend want to see i’m playing with you first”
jungkook playing with your tits leans down to start sucking on your nipples, include painful bites every now and then making scream his name when his mark you with purple hickies.
so, jungkook take off your panties, putting on your mouth.
“shut the fuck up, dumb! i even started and you moaned like a pathetic slut.”
he groping your clit, your hole dripping and making a mess, you are so embarrassed, and namjoon watches everything.
and he's like.
so much.
he took advantage of the open legs to stick his face there, running his tongue slowly over your folds, giving a light bite to the clitoris that made you scream in pain and then pull jungkook's hair.
“if you touch me one more time, i will ruin you”
you took off yours hands grabbing the sheet when his eat your in a brutal way, you can feel your tongue your lips, your nose, even you chin, every part of jungkook's face on your pussy.
namjoon appreciated that, took off your underwear, releasing your dick, your massive purple dick with precum.
when jungkook bite your clit, you pulled his hair.
and you receive a slap.
“disgusting whore, you can't do what i'm say? i don't need that your hole, i can fuck others, you are not special! so do what i'm say or i’m gonna away!”
without warning, jungkook puts two fingers inside you, take your underwear of ou mouth just for listen your scream due to agressiveness that you are fucked. you tried close your legs, not because you don't wanna it, but because was too much, soo good, but jungkook did not let.
“if you cum now, you it will end with fun, please, don’t be a useless slut”
and he's continuous. you moaning so loud every time his fingers is in and out of you. 
namjoon looking everything with a devocion.
“two fingers are enough to break your tiny cunt? god, can you imagine how will it be with my fat cock?”
so you cum… without permission.
and jungkook hit in your face, squeezing your neck.
“disgusting whore, i told you to not cum”
he pinch your clit.
and you scream.
and he do again, and again, and again.
jungkook grabbed your hair and got you out of bed, on your knees
“you can cum on my mouth?” you asked when he took de underwear.
“in your face, bitches like you deserves this”
you smiled, and jungkook's response was a spit in your face.
“you know, two slaps in my thigh and i stop” you agreed.
he waste no time fucking and shooting their hot precum down your throat.
due to the rudeness, tears started to flow from your eyes, but that would never be a bad thing, you were just making the most of jungkook.
namjoon moaned so loud when u gasp on jungkook dick, and that's when you realized that namjoon was masturbating.
“this is the best you can do? poor namjoon, pathetic mouth”
jungkook pushes your head so that your nose touches his pelvis, and holds you there, until you cough.
“cum on her face, jungkook, dirty this slut!”
jungkook moaned before your cock spit sperm on your face, the cum spills out around the cock in your face, some leaking down onto your tits.
it was divine.
“doggy style, whore, i want to fuck you like my pathetic puppy”
jungkook slapped you, and then another, and another, and another.
your ass burned and so did jungkook's hand, but he would continue hitting until he got tired, after all, at that moment you were his, and he had permission to use you as desired.
your pussy dripped onto the bed. jungkook laughed, and then positioned himself behind you, rubbing his cock against your swollen clit, whereupon he pushed you further onto the bed, so that his chest was touching the mattress and your ass was in the air.
once fully sheathed, the jungkooks cock widens your pussy open, pulls all the way out and slams all the way back in.
jungkook thrust so hard that the shock of his hips hurt, but you like it, namjoon and jungkook too.
namjoon increased the speed of his masturbation, still being careful not to cum, he didn't want to cum like that.
you really want the cock of your boyfriend in you too now, in your mouth, asshole, whatever, you just need both of them fuck you, and you made a mental note for this.
“that shitty pussy of yours can handle anything, right? i bet i can fit my balls inside you too”
jungkook starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past in the sheet.
“fleet wide pussy, you can take the cock of your boyfriend here too, maybe we can gonna try this some day”
it was pathetic the way you moaned “yes, please”
he laughed, gripped your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop brushing on the sheet with each thrust. soo good, so messy.
“who owns you?” jungkook asked.
“n-namjoon!”
namjoon watched everything mesmerized, he had already read reports about cuckolding, he knew it was fun to watch, he just didn't expect it to be so much. he didn't even want to go in there, he just wanted to watch his girlfriend being destroyed by his best friend.
that was enough.
“you're a whore who has an owner but loves cumming on someone else's dick. disgusting bitch.” he continued thrusting without any shame. “tell me what you are”
“a w-whore”
“exactly, a whore that acepts everything since you hole is full. is your owner enjoying watching this? this disgusting show you're putting on?”
“h-hes lik-kes”
“we’ll see”
jungkook pulled himself out of you and by your hair for what must have been the hundredth time that night, you didn't quite understand what he wanted but you just followed him.
you were dragged to the armchair where his boyfriend was, and in a single movement jungkook made his body fall onto namjoon's.
and there you were: holding on to your boyfriend's shoulder while prancing towards another.
he entered again, mercilessly punching his dick into the slut who was his at that moment.
you held Namjoon's shoulder, he felt like his dick could explode because of how horny he was.
jungkook pulled your hair hard again, forcing you to face namjoon.
“say to your boyfriend how much you like this”
jungkook still brutally rubbing your engorged clit, making you lose the conscience with the pleasure.
“namjonnie… s-so go-good”
you cried, lost in your own excitement, you didn't even care how deplorable you looked at the moment.
“good, sweetheart?” namjoon said, taking his hand off his dick and just enjoying his girfriend's body folded over his while jungkook fucked her. “what are you, my dear?”
“a wh-whore, desperate for coc- jungkook i’m gon-gonna cu-”
“cum, whore, but i won’t stop fuck this hole still i’m cum in you’’
“i'll like it more when i see your cum dripping from her pussy. and i'm sure she does too, right, baby? says what you want” your boyfriend said.
“jungkooks cum”
“where do you want? be more specific, princess” namjoon spoke docilely, but the lust in his speech was clear.
“in m-my pus-sy, for you will ea-eat l-ater!
“cum, doll, i want to see you cum for us”
"doll" jungkook laughed. “cum, whore, and enjoy me filling you with cum”
you scream, cumming on jungkook’s cock.
your legs are shaking and if it weren't for jungkook's strength you wouldn't even be able to stand.
but luckily, jungkook was strong, and not only did he hold you back, but he continued fucking you roughly.
“i'm going to fill this pussy so much that it's going to overflow on your boyfriend's cock”
“j-jungkook” you moaned, feeling your cunt fluttering on his dick.
“i'm going to gaping this pussy, when your boyfriend goes to fuck her, it will be completely wide by me”
you couldn't stand anymore, and that's when namjoon got up to help hold you down, while jungkook continued fucking you like crazy.
“behave” your boyfriend told you.
“now watch me fill this hole open” jungkook said before cum.
still with his leg wobbly, jungkook left you, sitting on the couch.
namjoon didn't say anything, he just lifted you on his lap and fitted your pussy onto his dick. tears ran down your face and your mouth didn't even close, moans and more moans were made as you clung to your boyfriend's neck as you were pushed against his thick cock.
“are you what?”
you knew the weight of this question, if you answered something profane, namjoon would continue fucking you without any mercy, but if you said you was just his princess he would go slowly. after all, that was your dynamic, pleasure is good, but safety comes first.
“your whore!”
namjoon didn't respond, he just threw you on the bed, bending your legs leaving you in an almost fetal position.
eh started thrusting again and at that point jungkook's cum squirted onto his member, and damn, that was so exciting.
the large body collided against you and moaned more and more and was driving them both crazy.
you came on your boyfriend’s cock, shaking in a way namjoon had never seen before.
you had reached the peak, it was clear.
so namjoon removed himself from inside you as quickly as possible, respecting your limit, and called his friend.
"come on, jungkook, cum in her one more time"
namjoon arranged his legs, leaving them wide open.
and started masturbating, soon Jungkook joined him.
they masturbated their members quickly, until jets of cum came out and fell towards your pussy, which was already full of cum.
even though you were tired, you took two fingers there, smearing them and then putting them in your mouth.
you were exhausted.
and you have plans for the next time…
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Yoongi headcanon (freaky edition)
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Tongue game on 10000. (Can definitely lick a yogurt container clean). Will have you shaking and squirting and is definitely a holder, you ain’t going nowhere. (ASS EATER)
Fingers are a work of art and will have you cumming multiple times. Definitely plays with you like he plays with his guitar and will watch you lose control while he does it. (Also 10/10 massages)
Definitely is a mix of dom and sub. Will let you take over in a heartbeat. Loves when you take control, it’s his weakness, but can also get riled up and take over to the point your breath is knocked out of your lungs from how hard he’s going. (I feel like he likes being dominated more though)
Will definitely fuck in the studio especially after a stressful session// masturbate to your pics
Overstimulation king. Whether it’s you or him he’s going to love every second of it. (Will whimper)
Wants to see you cry/tear up and beg
A tease. Will get off on stroking his cock between your folds just to watch you whine. Definitely puts just the head in to tease you. (will happily watch you play with yourself in front of him too, the teasing goes both ways)
Idk but I feel like he’s the type of cuckhold boyfriend. Like he wouldn’t mind watching you fuck someone else, and will get aroused while watching you have your way with someone else???? (PLS LIKE IDK BUT I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD)
He lowkey has a humiliation kink?!!! Loves hearing graphic details of sexual encounters involving your ex(es). But hearing that will also get him riled up and eager to show you how good he is
Spit kink!! Doesn’t mind who’s doing it but is a must for him
CHOKING!!
Is an undercover FREAK! Is up for anything you’re up for & is down to try new kinky things (orgasm denial, marathon sex, sensory deprivation, toys, bondage/restraints, etc)
SEX TOYS. Probs has a whole collection for the both of you
Role play!!! (I also see him wearing a maid outfit but like you’d literally have to beg and sacrifice your life to get him to do it. He will love it though and will want to do it again)
Loves fucking you while you wear tight clothes
Will let you peg him
Wants his ass ate (was very unsure at first)
Loves when you play with his hair while he fucks you
Definitely vocal, grunts, moaning, whimpering
He loves taking his time with you, tasting you, feeling every inch of your body. He will study your body and the things you like so he can do and be his best in bed for you
Eye contact
Favourite sex position is probably missionary or cowgirl
Great aftercare
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[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [3.5k smut: ‼️ choking kink, angst, fluff—I think everything's in here] Thank you to everyone who followed and read this fic! I think I tried to fit as much as I could in this chapter to wrap it up, while trying to be consistent with the plot despite cutting it to fewer chapters. Still, here's to an enjoyable read for you guys! Hot off the press, so it's not proofread.
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The cold air hangs heavy in the rink as you glide across the ice with Jimin. You move in perfect synchrony, your movements fluid and graceful.
For a minute.
Then, you're back to stumbling over your own feet and disrupting the routine. Jimin manages to steady you, but the exhaustion is evident on his face. You offer a sheepish apology and look back to your coach. A stern expression on her face.
"Y/N, focus! We can't afford to keep making these mistakes." She follows you and Jimin skate in a circle by the sidelines. You nod to acknowledge her, and you let your sight wander to the stands, hoping to see Jungkook sitting at one of the seats.
But you only see vacant bleachers. Suddenly, the argument from earlier sits heavier on your heart.
You miss Jimin's cue for a lift and his hold on you slips before you can even secure the move. You fell mid-lift, and Jimin lost his balance, his feet crossing to regain his footing, but it was too late. He pulls you into him as he uses his own body to break your fall. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as your mind tried to catch up on what had just happened.
"Fucking fuck," Jimin groans below you, clearly in pain and struggling to breathe.
Your coach rushes onto the ice, her expression a mixture of concern and frustration. She knelt beside your crumpled forms, assessing the situation with a practiced eye before calling for an ambulance.
"Jimin, are you okay?" Her attention was on your partner, as it should be, but you wince at her dismissal of you. This was clearly your fault. You knew that the failed lift was a result of your carelessness and lack of focus. With a strained voice, you apologize to Jimin.
He only shook his head, his expression a mix of disappointment and concern. It must have been pity from seeing you hold your shoulder that he assures you. "Accidents happen, Y/N. Don't worry."
"We need to make sure you're both alright. Let's get you off the ice and check for any injuries." Mrs. Jeon helps you both to your feet. Her attention remains on Jimin.
As you retreat from the rink, the guilt and feeling of defeat dawns on you. And you wish you had Jungkook to cheer you up.
-
The hospital hallway was quiet; the only sound was the soft shuffle of your footsteps as you made your way to Jimin's room. You carried a box of chicken in your hand, a small gesture of apology for the accident that had landed him here.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached the door. You hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock gently.
The door creaked open, revealing Jimin lying in bed, his face pale but his eyes brightening at the sight of you.
"Hi," you croak out. "I brought you chicken." You wave the box as you step into the room.
"Ah, finally! I've been starving." Jimin sits up and pulls the table so you can place the food directly in front of him. He smiles at you as thanks.
"You're staying, right? I'm hungry, but there's no way I can eat all of these by myself." You agree and watch him take his first bite. Genuinely laughing at his exaggerated bit of enjoying the chicken.
Jimin moves and gestures for you to sit beside him. And you do.
You grind your teeth, thinking about how to start your apology speech when he beats you to talking.
"I feel like I need to tell you this," Jimin holds your hand, his tone serious, and in turn, you face him to show you're listening. "We're a team, Y/N. When one of us makes a mistake, we both learn from it to be better."
Your eyes brim with tears, touched by Jimin's understanding. He was the one in pain, and yet he's the one making you feel better.
"I'm so sorry, Jimin," you hiccup. "I promise I'll do better."
He squeezes your folded hands in his—the touch a comforting reassurance. You were about to dig in for a chicken wing when the door to Jimin's room swung open.
Your eyes widen at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook.
"Oh, Jungkook?" Jimin's head pops out from your side. Your position and intertwined hands are not lost on you.
And obviously this is what Jungkook only sees.
"Are you—" "Gguk, it's not—" "Sorry, I must be—" All three of you rush out words from your mouths. The sound was a garbled mess of someone talking over someone. Everyone wanting to be heard first.
Jungkook clears his throat. "Sorry, I must be in the wrong room," he rushes and slams the door close.
Breaking Jimin's grip on yours, you clear your throat. Jimin looks at you with a sly smile.
"What?" Your tone is defensive, and your eyes elude his stare.
"Aren't you going after him?" Jimin resumes eating his chicken, and strangely, he still holds that sly look on his face. You excuse yourself, and he only responds with a nod, his mouth clearly busy tearing up the chicken leg.
-
Jungkook storms down the hallway, his jaw tense, and hands clenched into fists at his sides. Behind him, you call his name desperately.
"Jungkook, please, will you wait," you shout. You managed to capture the attention of a couple of nurses, but Jungkook keeps speedwalking out of the hospital. You try to match his long strides and quicken your pace to reach him but fall short.
You can only watch Jungkook as he drives away. And your heart falls to your stomach at the thought that he left for good.
-
You re-enter Jimin's room and see that he's made himself comfortable—bed reclined, a sitcom playing on the television, and he seems to be on his third chicken leg. He's laughing at a stupid scene and turns to point it out to you but stops as he sees you standing by his door, on the verge of tears.
"Oh, Y/N. Everything okay?"
At his question, your dam breaks. You rack out sobs, and your shoulders shake. Jimin feels helpless as he can't stand, instead, he beckons you to come closer.
-
“We’ve been friends for so long, and now, I wonder if we just feel this way because we’ve been together for years. Hell, I survived his snarky exes as he did mine." You chuckle at the memory of 'dealing' with Jungkook's girlfriends. You had the decency to step away from Jungkook when he started dating someone, albeit it hurts. You genuinely wanted Jungkook to be happy in a relationship. But after a few days, it's Jungkook who seeks you out. Inviting you during lunch dates, saying he just wanted his best girls to get along. Somehow, that struck a bad nerve to every girl he was dating at the time.
"What if we find out we’re not better as friends and couldn’t return to how we are?”
“Ah. And how exactly are you now?” Jimin teases.
You didn't know. You both just keep walking out on each other. Obviously, it was your emotions that drove you to these actions. You would argue that you were both reasonable and sensible people, but now you see how every time you were together, all your actions were, perhaps, dramatic and careless.
You sigh. “You know he’s jealous of you?” Your lips curve into a borderline smile and grimace as you look at Jimin. If you were in a better mood, you would find amusement in Jungkook's misplaced jealousy, but right now, what lurks in your mind is the accusation that he thinks you never saw him more than a friend when every day since he drew a bug tattoo on his arm and swore he'll get it permanently so he can have something to remember you by, you started to love him differently. You started to see him as someone you would want to be with every day, so he'll never need something to remember you by because you'll always be beside him.
A chortle from Jimin breaks your reminiscing. “I guess he still remembers me then.” You turn to look at him, brows knitted with confusion, waiting for him to explain what he meant. Jimin takes his time drinking his water before looking at you. His eyes sparkle with mirth and seriousness as if what he’s about to say is something controversial.
“Remember the National Solo Dance in Cape Cod?" You shake your head, still confused about where he's leading with this. "In 2013? This isn’t the first time we’re meeting, Y/N. I mean, at least not for me. You were still skating solo, and I watched your routine. I was in awe at you then, and I wanted to meet you, introduce myself.”
The memory brings a childlike smile to Jimin’s face. “Anyway, cut to the end, everyone was throwing flowers and stuffed ladybugs on the rink, but I wanted to hand you the daisy I held personally. I was waiting by the bleachers when your best friend stood next to me. He must’ve thought I was one of the sweepers, and so he told me he would do it instead. It was ironic since I thought he was also there to pick up your gifts, so I told him I was waiting for you."
"God, I was smitten with how you moved; even as you were bowing, my eyes stayed on you. Jungkook must have seen the infatuated grin I had as you were approaching. I mean, he should know that look; the man had it plastered on his face, too."
"He tried to subtly block you from my view. I tried to squeeze myself in front, but when I saw him hug you, and not just in a friendly way, I knew he wasn’t there to pick up shit.”
“Yeah, I think I remember that day,” you murmur. "I don't remember you, though," you quip with a giggle.
“Of course you wouldn't. Jeon Jungkook made sure you never saw me that day," Jimin scoffed. "Since then, I assumed he was your boyfriend. So, I took a step back. Handed the daisy to the sweeper and admired you from afar." He ends his story with a boop to your nose. Much like how an endearing parent does to a child.
Obviously, this was new information to you. When you think back to that day, you never picked up on Jungkook's action. Though you try not to let it show, you were exhilarated at the thought that maybe Jungkook did really love you since then.
Just like what he said.
Jimin has only known you for a few months, but he can already tell when the cogs in your brain are working overtime. And so, he subtly helps you out one last time.
“Y/N, it’s none of my business, and I don’t know you guys that well yet, so I could be wrong, but take my advice or leave it—you have to give Jungkook more credit. I believe the guy has always been sure of how he feels for you. And if what you just said now is also true, then I think you're trading something great for something even better—the best, even."
Gulping air as you take in Jimin's words, your head bobs in agreement. The thought of walking out and leaving Jungkook hurt tugs at your heart harshly. You see Jimin reach out for a tissue, and just when your hands accept it, he wipes his lips before confronting you with more truth.
“He’s been waiting and choosing you since then. It's your turn to choose him now.”
You huff, eyes rolling but you knew Jimin was right. And so, you thank Jimin and leave to look for Jungkook.
-
Your initial plan was to rehearse what you were going to tell Jungkook during your drive to the rink. But as you stand in front of the entrance doors, you're hit with the realization that you hadn't done anything but reminisce about the good old days where you were just best friends.
Just.Best.Friends.
You hated yourself for putting the limiting word—just, beside your friendship.
You let your hand fall from the door handle.
You were being selfish, you think. You both were. You have been friends for years, and in those years, you were great.
When you were best friends, you cried, laughed, and even fought with each other, and still found your way back. Asking to be more than what you have right now is being selfish.
Part of you echoes Jimin's words 'something great for something even better'.
Still, if you go beyond the lines of your friendship with Jungkook, you fear the possibility of irreparable damage in the future. What if you do argue as a couple? Will forgiveness come as easy when you're friends?
Sure. You're tempted with the pride of finally calling himself your boyfriend. Even just thinking about it makes you feel giddy—calling him yours, not because you own him, but he's yours to love and to care for without the pretense. No more pretending to be annoyed everything he asks you to watch his game, instead you can stand proudly on the bleachers, wearing his jersey and cheering him on. You can invite him to your practices without overthinking and the fear of his mother seeing through your masked feelings.
You recoil as the door aggressively opens, the hinges squeaking. But the sight of Jungkook in front of you cancels out the unpleasant sensation in your ear.
"Y/N?" Curious eyes zigzag on your face. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital keeping Park company?" Jungkook walks past you, leaving you just a bit wounded. Your initial reaction was to defend yourself, but decide to act against it. You take a deep breath, as if refueling your courage patience, and follow him.
"I need to apologize to you," your words coming out stuttered and shaky. Hearing this, Jungkook stops to face you. It was like a switch flicked inside him. His face softened, his pettiness giving way to concern. He walks back to you, his shoulders no longer squared up and tense.
"Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about." Jungkook's lips curve into a warm, reassuring smile. But his eyes stay downcast.
Guilt settles in your gut. Were you at fault for taking away the glimmer in his eyes? Your wait for his eyes to meet yours and when he does, he forces out another smile.
But you know him better.
A heavy sigh leaves your lips at the bittersweet realization that Jungkook's heavy heart could be sinking to the floor and yet he would always set aside how he feels to make sure you're fine. But it is with that realization that brings you to a clear decision.
You look down and lay your palm flat on his chest. You might break if you keep his gaze, and so, you think the best thing to face as you confess was his chest—forget how hard his pecs feel in your hand—rather, this is where his heart is.
"Just listen, please," you plead. You still struggle to find the right words. Was it even possible to put into words the love that grew inside you for your best friend? You were used to acting out how you felt. You believed you already bared your feelings to Jungkook through your caring actions. But maybe, just maybe, you fucked up by failing to pick up that Jungkook needs words. He needs you to tell him how you feel.
He needs clarity. And so do you.
Here goes your everything.
"I shouldn't have walked out on you. But in that moment, everything overwhelmed me and I just couldn’t keep up. One minute I was sucking you off and the next thing I knew you were telling me you loved me and—”
“Love,” Jungkook corrects, cutting you off.
“What?” Your head quickly tilts to look up at him and just so you wouldn't avoid his gaze again, he holds up your chin with this forefinger.
“I love you, Y/N, I always have," he clarifies. "And it's a different, stronger love than being friends. But if you don’t feel the same, or you’re not in the same place as I am, I’m fine with that but will you please just let me know?”
Oh, Jungkook.
"What if we try and it ruins everything?" You hiccup. "If it ruins us and I lose you forever. Jungkook, I don't think I—"
“You’re never gonna lose me." He cuts you off again. "Look, I’m not pushing you to make a decision, I just need you to be honest with me."
You sniffle as he wipes the tears cascading from your eyes with his sleeves. “Whatever you decide, I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Jungkook yet again assures you.
You lean your forehead to his and take a deep breath. Unexpectedly, a soft laugh escapes your lips. But before Jungkook can assume you were laughing at him or were going insane, you were quick to chase those assumptions away.
"If you would have let me finish, I would have told you I love you, too."
"You do?" he stuttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.
And his.
You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his. It might be your eyes wetting with tears of happiness, but you think you see the light in Jungkook's eyes come back. "I've felt this way for so long, but I didn't want to risk our friendship. I was scared that maybe I was asking for too much."
Jungkook tilts his head and his hands rub your arms, whether it was to comfort you or him, it didn't matter. "I was scared too, Y/N," he confesses. "I was ready to take anything you could give me as long as I didn't lose you."
The pooled tears in your eyes fall as heavy as the weight of his words. All this time, you had been dancing around each other, too scared to take the leap.
But now you know. He would always catch you and you would do the same for him.
Something great for something even better—the best.
With a sound decision and heart, you call his name.
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"Jungkook," your lover's name spills out of your mouth in a breathy moan.
Intertwined in each other's arms, your bodies are pressed together in a tender embrace. Your upper bodies are exposed for anyone entering the locker room to see and at first glance, it's arguably a lovely sight to see, but the echoes of slapping skin and groans of pleasure reveals how Jungkook is fucking away your sanity.
The carnal desire you feel with each drag of his cock to your walls is tenfold. Forget that you're in one of the least romantic places to fuck, because somehow, Jungkook's relentless thrusting inside you, as he holds one leg in his arm and the other raised to his shoulders, feels more charged and fulfilling than all the sex you've had before.
It's like both of you are animals in heat who have been let out after being caged for so long.
Not longer than a minute ago, you just came on his tongue and yet, you feel your orgasm creeping up on you again.
He pulls another wanton moan of his name from you as he angles his cock and rams it into you, his tip hitting your cervix. Your body folds in pleasure and he pushes you back with a grip to your throat.
"This okay?" Jungkook drums his finger to your neck as he waits for your answer. His stiff dick continuously penetrating you.
With mouth agape in silent pants, you whisper a yes. You shut your eyes so your senses can focus on the feeling of his limbs on you. His hands on your neck gets tighter as he fucks you harder.
Jungkook is slowly losing himself in you—getting closer to his own peak. His lidded eyes stay on your face, making sure all you feel is him and pleasure—mindful not to hurt you. He ghosts his lips to yours, catching every squeaky breath you let out with his mouth. He's breathing you in. You're submitting yourself to him and so he takes all of it—whatever you're willing to give.
And you're giving him everything—all of you.
You will your eyes to open, and when you do, you see Jungkook—your boyfriend, your lover, yours, yours, yours.
He closes in for a kiss, merging your bodies, from head to toe, as one. And with one last confession of love to each other, you both climax.
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Jungkook buttons your shirt as you tug and zip his jeans. The room is silent aside from coy giggles and soft smacks, be it from your lips or Jungkook's hand playfully slapping your ass.
As you and Jungkook leave the locker room, he links his hands with yours and sways your arms back and forth, much like he did when you walked home together in grade school.
Except this time, he can leave kisses to your knuckles, and you can let the caged butterflies in your chest flutter all they want.
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CAN'T GET ENOUGH. knj.
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pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. 
genre. established relationship, long distance, have never said I love you. 
warnings. +18, daddy kink, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, filthy sex, dirty talk, fingering, namjoon is really demanding, lil degradation.
synopsis; you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! or namjoon has 3 free days from the military service and he decides to enjoy them with you.
word count: 3.5k
A/N: I haven't write a fic in seven years, I hope this lives to the today's standards. kive
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It was already sunset, everything felt quiet and lonely in the apartment, music had become a sad thing to play, so enjoying silence had become your main thing the last 3 months, since he had gone, as a foreigner you didn't fully comprehend the concept behind military service, in your country military had never been a big thing, consequences of being an small country that never seem to need it, so the moment that you realize that Namjoon actually had to enlist for around 2 years made a fissure in your heart, you really could not imagine how life was going to be for you, for both of you during that time, will your relationship be able to fight the distance? you had already been dating for over a year and everything felt like a fairytale, sneaking around, going to cafes in the countryside, hiding in your apartments, the sneaky kisses, grabbing hands under the table, and hiding your relationship from everyone else, because it was safer for both of you, it made things fun and exciting, but of course it was sad too, not being able to go around seoul’s streets holding hands, not being able to share pictures of you together, not being able to kiss him whenever you wanted and denying the obvious from everyone, that you were completely in love with Kim Nam Joon.
You knew that it was going to be the result after accepting that personal assistant job, but it was ok, the pay was amazing, the opportunities were amazing, you were going to be working side by side with someone you have already admired for years, so just keeping a lid in your feelings wasn't going to be a hard sacrifice, but two whole years being behind the smart, handsome, and talented men that namjoon was, proved to be way harder than you thought It'll be, of course you got drunk, of course you forgot with who you were with, and of course it ended up with you, namjoon, the empty hall in your building, and you shouting to the world that your boss was the most beautiful men that you have ever seen and of course that it would be a pleasure to have his children, you would have been honored to do so, and the last thing that you remember is namjoon’s laugh and then falling into the darkness.
Next morning, you woke up in your bed, completely tuck in, with you curls in a bonnet, not a single drop of makeup on and a dreadful headache, you felt so bad that you thought you might puke, water was a must, while you walked down to kitchen in your one bedroom studio apartment, that was perfect for you and your cats, nobody could've expected what your eyes saw.
Kim Nam Joon was sat in your living room reading one of the books that you picked up the last time you were in the bookstore, Kim Ji Young born 1982 by Choi Nam-Joo, the shock was visible in your eyes, you didn't know what to do or what to say, you wanted to just roll back to your room and hide there for the next 5 years, why was Namjoon in your living room reading on your brown chair one of your books and drinking coffee from that pretty pink mug you thrifted a while ago? he did not notice your presence until you cat, Komi walked over to you meowing and demanding to be feeded.
He lowered his gaze from the book to look at your completely shocked face. “Good morning Y/N, I knew you were going to sleep till late. I made coffee and breakfast, do you want some?” he said with a little smirk, that did not mean too much for you at the moment.
You were frozen by the idea of having Namjoon in your house, you've been dropped off with him a thousand times, but he had never come in. Once you realize you've been in complete silence for a minute since he asked, you remembered that you had to respond. “Y-yes, I do” you said with a low but strong voice. “Ok, sit down I'll get it for you” he said while standing up, you couldn't sit down without feeding your cats first, you used it as an excuse to go to the bathroom and see the state that you were, bonnet falling up to the side, your bare face that showed how much you drank last night, you quickly washed up your face and fixed the bonnet because it was going to be impossible to do more than that.
Walking with small steps to the kitchen, you said good morning as soon as you saw Namjoon, he smiled at you and said the same, offering you the same pink cup but full of fresh coffee. “How do you feel? Do you have any headaches? I ordered some hangover medicine for you” he said lifting a white bag with the nearest pharmacy logo printed all over it, you could feel the embarrassment in your whole body, grabbing the bag and looking thru its contents, you took the gold colored bottle that you new was going to get rid of any traces of the effect of alcohol in your system. He put a bowl full of rice next to you, making you realize the side dishes that were in the countertop, and while holding two bowls, one that looked it had kimchi on it and another  with salted veggies on it Kim NamJoon said,
“So, you'll be honored to have my children?” in a laughing tone, and you knew it was over.
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That have been a whole year ago and it was still embarrassing for you, but somehow your feelings were not one sided, and thanks to that dumb slip off, you were there now in the apartment that you shared with the man of your dreams, it was lonely without him, but you were stress free and relaxed with your little demons, your cats, exactly what Namjoon wanted. When he suggested that it would be better for you to move in with him, the idea made you nervous but in the good way, moving together was an important step in your relationship. It made clear that Namjoon was taking the relationship as serious as you were, and honestly everything was better and easier.
You heard the door code and it spook you, because only you, Namjoon, the cleaning lady and maybe Jin had it, walking down the hallway to the door you were kind of scared, you knew it wasn't a thread because the security wouldn't let anybody come in, and the moment that the door opened you heart sank in surprised and happiness, there he was dressed in his military gear, carrying a small bag with his left hand, looking at you with those fiery eyes, you could not keep it to yourself so you left the scream out.
“Omg, omg omg! Nam!” you screamed while running close to him, he caught you up dropping his bag to the floor and lifting you closer, making it seem like there wasn't a height difference, and there it was that wood, forest scent that gave you peace, the scent of the man that had ingrained himself in your heart, it made you feel at home, you started kissing his whole face, while loading him with a million questions on the why and the how.
He let out a small laugh, walking with you on top to the entrance. 
“They gave us three rest days'' he said, kissing you back, you feel his warm soft lips on top of yours, redirecting the kiss, your body touching the wall, while he slowly lets you on the floor wrapping his big hands around your waist.
“I missed you so much Y/N, in a desperate type of way” kiss “You look so beautiful, I'm so happy to see you” he whispered in your ear, kiss “How have my baby been?” he asked in that low musky voice that drove you crazy, you wrapped your hands around his neck, asking him to lift you to his face, and he did, as always.
“I have been missing you since day one, sleeping on your side of the bed, even though it doesn't smell like you anymore” you replied kissing him back with the same amount of passion and intensity “how are you babe?” 
“Right now, I am marvelous, in front of heaven's doors you could say” he looked at you with those intense eyes, and that happy puppy face, letting you on the floor, moving to the bench at the entrance to remove the big black military boots that made him look even taller. 
“I genuinely cannot believe that you're here, in front of me” you said sitting next to him.
“I am baby, here in front of you” he replied, kissing your forehead. “ and if it were for me I'll never leave” 
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And there you were lying down, cuddling on the sofa, watching a random entertainment show that was on, both of you way to happy after making dinner together. You were trying to get even closer to him, even when your whole body was already on top of him, and he had you wrapped in his arms, it was never enough. 
“Are you cold?” he asked, pulling you closer. You moved your body resting your face in his chest “No, I just want to be closer” you replied hugging him, he laughed, you feel the vibration of his body in yours. “It's never enough for you, is it?” he sat down carrying you up.
“You know it is not” you said sitting on top of him kissing his neck. He put his hands on your thighs, you know how much he loves them, you're sure that they are now bigger since you've put on some weight due to stress eating this few months, between being ‘jobless’ and without him, cooking had become your comfort zone; you feel the way he's grabbing you, more aggressively by the minute, you like it, like you always do.
He enjoys your body until you let a small moan slip next to his ears, you feel how his whole body tense up, Namjoon moves his mouth to your neck whispering “ You liked that?” in a deep voice, he was turned on, and you were too.
“Y-yes” you replied in a moan while he slid his hands through the short pajama pants that you should have not been wearing during winter.
His hands started to wander around your waist, pulling the white cardigan out of you, letting wet kisses all around your neck, one of his hands left you waist, grabbing one of your breast he started stroking it, making you let out another moan, he knew where all your bottoms where and he started pressing them on, you'll be lying if you don't admit how horny you have been this months without him, you wanted it so bad, so desperately, you need it. He stopped stroking your breast over the blouse that you had, to rip it from your body.
“I want to fuck you so hard  Y/N, you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! ” He said passing his hand through your chest, he let a wet kiss on your neck and moved his mouth to your left breast placing his tongue on your nipple playing with it.
You let a moan out and heard a chuckle coming from his mouth, and then he started sucking on you tit while keeping one of his hands on your neck, there he was, he loved taking control of you, you could feel how his hand was holding you tightly, reminding you who you were from. He loved to know that he owns you, and that you gladly agree. 
He freed your neck and started playing with your other tit, your head falling into his neck moaning his name, his thick long cock rising up in his joggers you could feel it brushing in your leg, it was making you lose your mind, Namjoon loved when you please him, and you loved to please him, your hand reached to the border of his pants, touching his hard erection through the fabric, he moaned.
“This is how happy I am to see you” he said standing up with you on top, his voice was deep and his eyes were filled with desire, he sat you down on the edge of the couch removing your shorts and panties together.
 “I love how wet you are, tell me how much you want it” he said taking a step back to look at you, dripping wet, shining with sweat “I want to always see you like this, desperately waiting for me to eat you up, tell me Y/N, do you want it? call for it”
“Y-yes, Nam I want it!” you beg through desperate breaths, trying to catch your breath, to breathe at a normal pace. 
“Wrong Y/N” he said loud and demanding “What's my name?” he walked up to you, taking both your hands, kneeling you down in front of the couch, resting you face in it, he put his big hand in the center of your back bending you down even more “I’m going to finger you until you remember what's my name, you whore!” 
He slapped your cheek making you moan, his hands were moving around your whole body, like if he was tasting you, his right hand moved just to the top of you venus mount, opening you up with his long fingers, Namjoon started to play with your clitoris, making you moan and beg for his dick, but he wasn't going to give it to you, until you give him what he wanted.
“Daddy please!” you moaned, exactly what he wanted to hear.
“That's my baby, tell daddy what you want, and he’ll give it to you” he said in your ears, kissing your neck, his kisses moving down to your back, while he put a finger inside of you. “Is this what you want baby, talk to me” he said putting another finger inside.
“I want-t you inside, inside of me daddy”
“Who am I to deny your wishes” he said in a chuckle “ Stand up for me baby” he demanded so you did, his clothes were already on the floor, and when you stood up, you could see his dick in full bloom, he sat down on the couch making you sat on top of him, your back in his chest, you could feel how the military training had pay its fruits, he took your breasts in his hands, caressing your nipples “Look down honey, look how wet your pussy is, begging to be fucked”
All you could see was his dick touching you. You grabbed it with both hands pumping it up, seeing his shiny tip, desperate for it to be inside of you, the action well received with his moans and hard breathes.
 “Damn baby, you never hesitate, c’mon put it inside of you! ” he teased.
You lifted up your body, him helping you with his hands now on your thighs, you used you hands to drive his long shiny cock to your entrance, feeling the tip inside of you, driving it slower, but of course Namjoon would not let you have that, he moved his hands making you whole body fall in his cock, it opening you up, the stretch hitting you up just where you need it, driving you crazy the way that you could feel it completely filling you up. He stayed there for a second waiting on you, making sure that you were ok.
“M-move, please move!” you beg in a whisper, he gave it to you.
Namjoon hugged your body, lifting you while moving himself up and down, you heard him moaning and panting, and that made you even more aroused, he was stretching you up, giving you what you wanted, his dick.
3 months without seeing him and getting his touch, how much you missed him
made you feel insane, but now he was here showing you that he was going insane too without your body close to him, it was joyful having you on top of him.
Namjoon started to touch your clit with two of his fingers, you were so wet for him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest, he could feel how close you were, he wasn't going to last longer either.
And suddenly he pulls out, making you moan in disbelief
“why?!” you screamed
“ I want to see your face when you come for me” 
He turned you around, like a rag doll, you forgot how strong Namjoon was, especially when he wanted you in a specific place.
“C’mon sit on it” he said grabbing his dick, you did not hesitate, and sat on it immediately
“D-daddy!” 
He kissed you, deeply,his tongue exploring your mouth, he grabbed your ass with both of his hands making the pace even more aggressive, you were about to cum, you felt it, breaking the kiss, feeling the lack of air and the heat in the room. Your moans louder by the second.
“Come for daddy baby, come” he whispered in your ears with his deep voice, and that was it his sucked your nipple while you came making you a mess of moans and deep breaths, orgasm hitted you high, and you could feel him still using your body to get to his own climax.
“I'm coming inside baby” his voice even deeper, and you wanted it.
“Yes daddy, cum inside of me” you moaned for him.
His thick load filling you up, the warmth of his cum heating you up from inside, his moans drive you crazy making you cum again with him, a mix of moans and hard breaths, inhale, exhale, fill the room, you fell on top of him trying to catch your breath. 
“That was intense, I am out of words” you whispered hugging him
“Indeed” he said, caressing your lower back. “ I love you Y/N” 
He stand up with on top, wearing a shocked expression on your face it was the first time he ever said it, it caught you by surprise, Namjoon trust issues were as clear as the day, so he never fully open up about his feelings, and you let him, you understood that it would take time, for him to be completely open to you, it was ok you were there for him and that was the best way to prove him that he could trust you with his feelings, him saying I love you market a new path in you relationship. 
Before you could realize it, you were already in the bathroom Namjoon, pulling out of you letting you slowly on the floor. The mess between your legs demanded to be cleaned, he kissed your shoulder and said “ Want to take a bath?” you nod, still in disbelief of what has happened. 
Namjoon prepared the bath for the both of you, using the bath salts that you loved, you were still there standing up in front of the mirror, seeing him move through it, making sure the water was warm enough lighting up the candles, he got close to you hugging you from the back “Lets rinse up first, ok?” you felt the doubt in his voice, the nervousness in his system, you could only nod. He moved you to the shower, tying up your hair in a bun, he knew wetting your hair at this time meant a test, you feel the water going in your skin, the warmth felt good.
“Ok, you're clean baby, come” he said, driving you out of the water to the bath.
You could see the stars through the windows of the bathroom, there you were resting on his chest, hearing his calm breath, feeling his hands on your ways, the bubbles covering your bodies,the burning smell of the candles, and the warmth embracing both of you.
“Nam” you said in a whisper.
“Yes babe” he said, taking your hand.
“I love you too” 
You heard him exhale deeply, meaning relief, “I was scared, though I said it too soon” he said, moving your body so you could face him.
“I wasn't expecting it so I got surprised, sorry”
“Nothing to be sorry for babe” he said, giving you a kiss, it was sweet and soft, he was telling you how much he loved you. You broke the kiss.
“Can you say it again? I want to hear it more” you said smiling, your body could not keep the amount of happiness going through your body.
“I love you Y/N” he whispered, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer for a kiss, and there you knew he was going to make love to you again, because it was never enough with you two. 
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with love kive <3
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blue134340 · 1 year
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Music, Love, and Lust.
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Pairing: Namjoon x Yoongi x Reader
Genre: smut
Word count: I’m sorry I keep forgetting but like no more than 2k
Warning: sex, fingering, Namjoon watches, Nipp sucking, and I think that’s it.
Summary: you’re being a brat at the studio and Yoongi and Namjoon are annoyed.
Note: Hey so I noticed y’all really liked the last one I posted. So here is a new one! I think I have the AI bot a little to much detail but whatever anyways! I hope y’all enjoy you nasties 🥸!
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The studio was quiet, save for the sound of pen tapping against paper. Namjoon and Yoongi were focused, scribbling lyrics and jotting down ideas for a new beat. Y/N, on the other hand, was getting antsy. She had been sitting on the couch for what felt like hours, watching the guys work. She had no idea what they were doing, and it was starting to bore her.
"Hey, what are you guys working on?" Y/N asked, leaning over to peek at their papers.
Namjoon glanced up, giving her a small smile. "Just trying to come up with a new beat. It's not going very well."
Y/N shrugged, sinking back into the cushions. "Well, it looks boring. What else can we do?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "We're working, Y/N. You can't expect us to entertain you every second."
Y/N pouted, feeling restless. She glanced around the room, searching for something to do. Her eyes landed on the whiteboard that hung on the wall.
"Ooh, let's play a game!" she exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. "I'll draw something on the board and you guys have to guess what it is."
Namjoon and Yoongi exchanged a look, both of them looking slightly annoyed. "Can't you see we're trying to work here?" Namjoon said.
Y/N shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, it'll be fun! If you guess right, I'll give you a prize."
The guys sighed, but they couldn't help but smile at Y/N's enthusiasm. "Fine," Yoongi grumbled. "But make it quick."
As Y/N drew, Namjoon and Yoongi tried their best to guess what she was making. But Y/N's drawings were so abstract and strange that they couldn't even begin to guess. They were starting to get frustrated with her constant interruptions.
"Okay, that's enough," Namjoon said, setting his pen down. "We're not getting anything done like this."
Y/N stuck her tongue out, feeling a little bad for being so disruptive. "Sorry, I just didn't know what else to do."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, you know what they say about being bored," he said, crossing the room to stand in front of her.
Y/N looked up at him, a little confused. "What do they say?"
"They say it's a sign that you need to be punished," he said, before leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
Namjoon chuckled, joining in on the fun. "Yeah, punished with kisses," he said, peppering her face with soft kisses.
Y/N giggled, feeling her frustration melt away. She wrapped her arms around their necks, pulling them in for a deeper kiss.
As their lips met, the tension between them grew. Yoongi's hands slid down Y/N's back, pulling her closer. Namjoon's fingers tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss even further. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to their touch.
The three of them broke the kiss, panting for breath. Namjoon and Yoongi looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.
"I think we need to take a break from work," Namjoon said, turning back to Y/N. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?"
Y/N nodded eagerly, feeling her heart racing. The guys took her hands, leading her out of the studio and down the hall to a nearby empty room. As soon as they were inside, Yoongi pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply as Namjoon stood behind her, his hands roaming over her body.
Y/N moaned softly, feeling herself getting lost in the sensations. She ran her hands over Yoongi's chest, feeling the muscles rippling under his shirt. Namjoon's lips trailed down her neck, nipping at her skin.
"God, you're so beautiful," Yoongi whispered, his hands sliding down to cup her ass.
Y/N gasped, feeling herself getting wet at his touch. She ground her hips against his, feeling his cock pressing against her. Namjoon stepped back, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of his toned chest, feeling herself getting even more turned on. Yoongi pressed his lips to hers again, deepening the kiss as Namjoon stepped forward to press his body against hers.
The three of them were lost in a haze of lust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. They took turns kissing and touching her, driving her to the brink of orgasm again and again. Y/N felt like she was in heaven, surrounded by the warmth and love of her two boyfriends. Y/N felt the overwhelming love and passion from both Namjoon and Yoongi as they showered her with kisses all over her body. Their hands roamed over her curves, feeling her up and down as they continued to tease and torment her with their lips and tongues.
She felt her body respond eagerly to their touch, her nipples hardening and her core growing wet with desire. She gasped and moaned, unable to control her reactions as they explored every inch of her. Yoongi's lips found their way to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, while Namjoon trailed kisses down her chest, pausing to tease her nipples with his tongue. Y/N's fingers tangled in their hair, urging them on as her body shook with pleasure. As their mouths met in a passionate kiss, Y/N felt her body tense and her heart race. She knew she was close to the edge, but she didn't want it to end yet. She pushed them away gently, staring up at them with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Not yet," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want to show you both how much I love you too."
With a devilish smile, she pushed Yoongi down onto the couch and straddled him, feeling his cock pressing against her core. Namjoon knelt behind her, running his hands over her ass as he watched her ride Yoongi. Y/N moaned, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. She reached up to pull Namjoon in for a kiss, their tongues tangling together in a wild dance. Yoongi's hands gripped her hips, urging her on as she rode him harder and faster. As they all reached their climax together, Y/N felt a sense of euphoria wash over her. She collapsed onto Yoongi's chest, feeling Namjoon's arms wrap around her from behind.
"I love you both so much," she whispered, feeling her heart overflowing with emotion.
"We love you too, baby," Namjoon said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Yoongi grinned up at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "You're everything to us, Y/N."
They lay there for a while, just holding each other and basking in the afterglow of their passion. Y/N felt complete, surrounded by the warmth and love of her two amazing boyfriends.
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ᴍᴀʟᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴜᴍ [JJK]
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Summary: trying to break free from a witch's curse was daunting, especially if it was a charade that would last until he had her to himself, but nothing was left unpunished by the rampage of a true walking curse, for every sin had to be atoned for.
Pairings: yandere duke witch hunter!Jungkook x fem!witch hunter?OC (you can think of her as Y/N)
Genre: made up world!au, supernatural!au, witch!au, yandere!au, smut
Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it.
Warnings: slight age gap (Jungkook 22 OC 26), obsession, manipulation, violence, blood, supernatural themes, burning at stake, major character death, murders, unprotected sex, fingering
Word count: 7.2+k
A/N: happy Halloween!
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Tragic was life, bringing with it unexpected events that no one could prevent. The injustice of this filled hearts with sadness and helplessness, eyes that wanted to express them with tears but it was now useless.
Like her now gazing at the coffin of her third and brave husband being buried, passed away shortly after their wedding. People around her paying their condolences for the ill-fated event.
But she knew, knew how fear and judgments were hidden beneath them. She knew of the derogatory epithet that had been hung on her.
Their voices were loud, their looks piercing, their gestures blatant.
“She doesn't even shed a tear.”
“I wonder how it happened this time.”
“What a curse.”
The abyss dragged her down, shrouding her with its darkness.
However, his gentle hands brought her back up, firm and decisive, cutting that black thread that twisted overbearingly and undisturbed around her body.
As soon as she looked up, Jungkook’s tender smile calmed the turmoil that was taking over her, a hand squeezing her shoulder in comfort while the other was outstretched towards her.
“Let's get going, Minji. The air is getting very cold.”
She returned his smile with a more faint one and a slight nod of her head, resting her hand on his and letting him guide her out of the graveyard and to their carriage.
Her desire was only to marry and live happily, an accomplishment of almost every woman. She coveted that love as special as it was magical, for she had been deprived of it from an early age.
However, something prevented her from doing so.
The death of her first husband had been considered an accident, but that of her second husband a suspicion, and that of her third a confirmation.
Harbinger of misfortune, one glance was enough to cloud the poor unfortunate man's rationality, who acted rashly with a marriage proposal.
Whereupon those who fell victim to her beauty were cursed and perished.
The cursed woman.
That was what she was called by the townspeople, for there was a witch's hand in all these nefarious events.
A certainty due to the trails of magic found at the murder scene of her third husband.
“I am truly dismayed that you have been involved in this reprisal, my dear. We should have foreseen such an action.” The middle-aged man's sad voice reached her ears after they entered their mansion, being helped by the maids in freeing themselves of their coats.
“Do not blame yourself for this, my dear cousin,” she reassured, her palm brushing against his arm. “We are aware of who is really guilty. And I am confident that we will be able to find them, given our hunting abilities. The witches will not be able to escape for long.” Her hand rested gently on the cheek of the younger man beside her, whose doe-like eyes looked at her with concern and affection, before a sigh escaped her lips, “Now if you will excuse me, I shall retire to my chamber. I... need to be alone for a moment.”
The two men watched her as she made her way to the stairs, lifting her dress with her hands to prevent it from getting in the way of her steps, until she disappeared from their sight and they heard the door open and close.
The oldest cursed in a low voice, gritting his teeth, “Damn witches! If I could I would kill them all in one shot!” His gaze fell upon Jungkook, whose lips were pressed together. “Do everything to track down who it is.”
“Yes, father.”
“Just focus on hunting down these bastards, I will take care of the other family business.”
Jungkook nodded and before he began his task, his eyes drifted to the spot where his cousin had disappeared, and a sigh came out, his heart tightened with anguish at the memory of her worn-out appearance.
The fierce fury against her was personal, dictated by revenge in wanting to afflict of the same pain of losing comrades to the witch hunters.
What better way than to have a member of the Jeon, main duchy of the witch hunters' organization, as a victim?
And they had achieved their goal, with Minji pressing her lips together and tightening her grip on the reins of her horse at yet another shake of the head by one of their best hunters, Jin.
She could well hear the taunting giggles of those beings echoing through the forest even though they were concealed from their eyes, driving her frustration and anger almost to the edge. She was getting weary of the whole situation. And if she had to resort to different help, she would, even though she was reluctant.
She exhaled, "We will continue tomorrow. Going any further now will not yield any success. We will try another method."
Jungkook had not looked away from her for a second until he saw her pull the reins to turn around, followed by their second-best hunter, Namjoon.
"I knew they would curse us someday, but not that they would only come after one person,” Taehyung’s voice, another hunter, and the sound of the hooves of his horse on the ground to his left caught his attention, “They seem quite interested in your father’s cousin.”
Jungkook's gaze ended on her again, a knowing smile on his face, “They should never play with fire. It will burn them to death.”
Despite saying those words, hoping they would be heard by the tormentors, they were not getting their way, for the following days were a continuous search for them without success. And the one who suffered the most was Minji.
The frustration that was being shown on her face was not at all concealed, even if she tried to not let it get under her skin.
Her eyes that were slowly losing their vitality worried the most, for it was they that most captured people, that captured him as the first time he had seen her.
“This is Jeon Minji, a distant cousin of mine. She will stay here with us from now on. This is my son, Jeon Jungkook.”
He saw her get up from the sofa in their drawing room, walking in front of him.
The meeting was unexpected, since he had never heard of this cousin.
She curtsied, a smile tugging at her lips before stretching out her gloved hand, "Pleased to meet you, Lord Jungkook."
His hand moved on its own, taking hers and lightly placing his lips on her knuckles, “The pleasure is mine, Lady Minji.”
And the never-breaking eye contact allowed him to notice a gleam in her eyes that dazzled him.
That feeling had grown over time and did not appear to fade. It was as if he was enchanted and subjugated.
Like now as she watched the moon and stars, standing in the garden, the moonbeams over her figure making her ethereal and almost mystical.
“Can’t seem to sleep?” he asked, pulling a blanket over her shoulders to protect her from the chilling night.
She sighed, “Who would?”
“Would you like me to sing you a lullaby and stroke your hair?” he joked, a half-smile making its appearance.
She pressed her lips together to keep herself from laughing, the back of her hand lightly smacking his clothed chest.
He feigned hurt, pouty lips and knitted eyebrows, clutching the injured part.
“You big jester! It’s too late for that. I am no longer a child, but you have my gratitude.”
“Honored to be your jester, my lady.” A slight bow followed the last words, taking a small chuckle out of her.
A pleasant silence greeted them.
After the death of her first husband, their meetings had increased to be as close to her as possible and offer her all his support.
The more time they spent together, the more curiosity, affection, and attraction worked its way into him.
Her trust in him had improved so much that she was even able to tell him how her family had been exterminated by witches in an ambush.
She was the only survivor of part of his father's family.
There were many members of the Jeon family, but she had never been heard of except before that misfortune happened, in which news of an illegitimate daughter spread fast and unstoppable.
She was still a Jeon, it was a duty and right to help her.
“Worry moves your actions,” she spoke. Now face to face, Minji moved as many steps as it took to have their chests brushing against each other, “but you need not worry.” A tender smile graced her lips, her fingers caressing his cheek. “Despair will never cling to me, because I have you.”
A flutter came at those words and a pleasant warmth embraced his heart.
And he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her body heat through their fabrics of clothing.
"After losing everything, you and your father are really the only people I have left. My family."
He sighed, a glint of sadness in his gaze, “However, we are not enough for you.” Her features softened more, her heart throbbing restlessly at his reaction. “I am aware of the difference, yet you acted hastily. I know you want to get married, how you would like to create that family you could not have, but you did not even know them.”
“I would have as time went on.”
“It doesn't imply loving them.”
She did not argue back, mindful of the truthfulness of his words. Not all marriages had that happy ending. There were many different endings that could be reached. She knew that, but if she was held back by all these ifs and buts, she would only live in fear and paranoia.
The loss of that comforting warmth on one of her hips awakened her from her thoughts, finding it now on her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin of it.
“For that reason, you should look closer to you. And your eyes will see that the right person is precisely the one on whom expectations were nil.“
Silence fell. His eyes wanting to convey without more words what he wanted to say, and when they reached their destination, Minji almost lost her breath.
“I love you.”
She was completely taken aback, so much so that she could not find the right words.
Heart racing, thoughts jumbling together. She was happy.
She beamed and covered her mouth with one hand to hide it from the eyes of the young man, who, however, noticed it immediately.
And she decided to answer his silent question.
“This is outrageously embarrassing,” a little ashamed chuckle left her lips, “I… had a desire to get married so that I could forget what I felt, since… I believed that you could never reciprocate my feelings.” She began to speak swiftly, “I am aware that throwing myself into the arms of those men without having any knowledge of them was wrong, but I was sure it was the best solution to avoid a possible unintended consequence of my unrequited lo-“
Voraciously her lips were assailed by his, moving them gently and slowly, savoring and devouring with ardor that first impulsive kiss of theirs.
His fingers brushing her cheeks, her hands on his hips for support.
Pulling a short distance away, their eyes met, chests going up and down.
“You were totally in the wrong. Because I love you and long for you as if you are my breath. Marry me.”
“Your father-“
“Oh, my father would gladly approve of our union,” he chuckled. “His confession about me being the best husband for a woman like you was quite telling.”
She blinked in surprise, “Did he really say such a thing?”
“He says many things that are to your advantage, my dear.” He pecked her lips, making her smile. “We will find that witch and get married. I promise you.”
She nodded, her arms circling his waist and her head resting on his chest. He pulled her close to him, his chin on her head and a victorious, sly smile adorning his face.
Happiness was overtaking him.
Who would have expected such a turn of events? It was an opportunity he would not waste.
However, if he had realized it earlier, she would have been his before those bastards interfered with marriage proposals.
Resorting to this charade had been worth it anyway; he had been wanting to get rid of the worthless scums who had immediately ogled her shortly after her arrival for too long.
Witches were the enemy of humans. Evil beings who deceived you with their human guise. For that reason, the Jeon household became witch hunters for the salvation of humanity.
Making use of the grimoires taken from those beings, they succeeded in creating tools that allowed protection against them, to trap and execute them.
Even if they still existed after centuries, the Jeons would still fight. And Jungkook, now, was the successor to that duchy.
So, no one would notice that a human was to blame for those incidents if you tainted the crime scene with evidence against witches. Least of all Jeon Jungkook himself, the witch hunter.
“What’s the meaning of this?!” the young man on the ground shrieked in a strangled voice, the rope net that had opened from the ball attached to an arrow shot from a crossbow blocking his movements with electric shocks.
They had invaded his house, turning it upside down in search of something he didn’t know about.
His own friends were treaking him like a criminal, like a witch.
“They are here!” a hunter notified from one of the rooms.
Quick steps on the wooden floor before his gaze ended on Jungkook and Minji, the latter holding a grimoire and a voodoo doll, features distorted by betrayal and disappointment like the rest of those present there.
With glassy eyes and his heart pounding, he began to shake his head, “They're not mine! I could never!” Minji’s lips were quivering. “Lady Minji, believe me! I’m not a witch! Please!”
“Take him.”
It was the last thing he heard from Jungkook before he was dragged ruthlessly out of his own house toward his last breath, screaming and trying to wriggle out even against that net-like trap that thwarted him with pain.
His pleas would go unheard and the answer to his question about the reason for this dogged and unfair framing against him never given.
Loss of sanity and restraint was there when it concerned witches, and the Jeon's young successor was aware of this.
Finding someone as a scapegoat was not difficult either, finding someone else who had allowed himself to look at her more than he could as the culprit of the curse, fitting in manufactured evidence, had been easy.
If he had known his place, he would not have ended up at the stake, undergoing pain and pleading he was not a witch.
The shock the townsfolk had experienced in knowing that Jung Hoseok, such a kind and shy young man who had just moved from afar, had actually turned out to be one of those monsters had been severe.
For Minji, who had welcomed him gently to put him at ease and had even grown attached to him like a sister, it had been another loss.
She still recalled how he lowered his timid gaze and played with his fingers while talking, the selflessness he showed if someone needed some help, and the small smile of when he was asked or considered in conversations and jokes.
And as she and the others watched the flames that had now devoured him and left only a burned body, she wondered who she might or might not trust around her.
“My love…” his soft, gentle voice and his fingers intertwining with hers as a sign of comfort led her to look at Jungkook, “This view destroys our hearts, but you’re free now.” She flashed him a half-smile and was immediately engulfed in a hug. “I’m here. All is well. You’re safe.”
She held him close, the feeling of safety and warmth embracing her once again, “You are right. I have you. My soon-to-be husband.”
Ah, how he loved those words.
He was at the mercy of this victorious enthusiasm.
It seemed to him to be an illusion well devised by a witch for how much he still could not believe that he would finally make her his for eternity.
The fear of losing her had been swept away by the knowledge that he had her in his grasp.
She could not escape; he would not allow it.
She would have no reason to, either, for nothing connected the situation they had gone through with him.
Their lives would run smoothly. They would have children, see them grow up, and would tell them and their grandchildren about how magnificent their wedding day had been.
That white dress had made her look like a goddess come down to earth to tempt a man and enchant him for life with sweet words, gentle caresses and breathtaking smiles.
He had not resisted and with vows of love and a kiss, they had sealed that long-awaited union.
Her gasp of surprise and giggle when he had taken her in his arms had stirred his heartstrings into more chords of love and devotion.
And it shone through his eyes that did not leave Minji's for a moment as he removed the veil from her hair and then caressed one of her cheek.
“I still cannot believe that you are here, as my wife.”
She leaned her face into his hand, on which she placed her own, “Believe it. For I will be here with you until death do us part.”
Without another word, Jungkook pressed his mouth to hers harshly.
Her hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer towards her. His hands quickly made their way around her waist and she could feel her breasts brush tightly against his chest as he continued to deepen their kiss and led her back towards the bed.
Both crawling up onto the middle, her back resting now on the mattress, Jungkook’s mouth continued to work against her own, his kisses becoming desperate, her fingers running through his dark locks. He groaned against her, lips finding the skin of her neck and trailing kisses up and down slowly.
She arched her back and spread her legs, his hips now comfortably against hers and the feeling of his hard bulge in his pants against her obvious. His hands lifted the skirts of her dress, fingers trailing on her skin light enough to send sparks and goosebumps down her body.
But a sense of stiffening was detected by Jungkook, leading him to break their lips apart to give her a questioning gaze.
“What is it, my dearest?”
A tint of red colored her cheeks in embarrassment and shyness, head lowering and hands tightening around the fabric of his clothing.
She was so adorable that he wanted to tease her.
“I… It won’t hurt again, will it? My former husbands had not been very… gentle. I’m afraid I…”
Silence fell in the room, but the rage lurking in Jungkook did not stop growing after those words.
They had been fortunate enough to have such a delicate and special flower in their arms and had instead decided to fill with pain and sadness that important bond between spouses.
Ungrateful pieces of shit.
A soft smile tugged at his lips, “Look at me.” She did. “I would never hurt you, in any way. I love you too much to commit such obnoxious actions.”
A slight nod of approval from her was all he needed to kiss her again, his hands shoving her dress up to expose her bare skin before trailing his fingers over her thighs and rubbing against her sensitive spot over her undergarments. She let out a soft gasp, goosebumps all over her body.
Taking advantage of this, his tongue swept in between her lips, playing with her own.
She gripped his hair as he tore her undergarments off, helping him kicking them off with her legs and hands. Pulling away again, her dress was next, pulling it up and leaving her completely bare under his gaze.
Lust filling their eyes and patience vanishing, he undressed himself quickly of his wedding suit, leaving his hardened dick on display.
Minji couldn’t help but look at him, almost losing her breath at how handsome he was. That hungry, dazed gaze made Jungkook completely insane.
She was looking at him.
Loving him.
A surprise gasp left her lips as one of his fingers slipped inside of her slowly, body hot and labored breaths.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly, drinking in her beautiful face contorted with pleasure.
Leaning over, he bit down on her shoulder as he worked his finger inside of her, a moaning escaping from her.
“I’m gonna make you feel good,” he said in a dark voice, another finger starting to slowly push inside of her. “Make you feel how much I yearn to make you mine.”
She shut her eyes, his hot breath fanning over her neck, overwhelmed by his movements and hot body against hers.
His thumb pressed against her clit, sending more shivers down her spine as her hands gripped his hair and her back arched, hips rocking up toward his fingers.
“Jungkook-“
A breathless chuckle was his reply, “You’re so wet. You’re clenching so much.”
“Please- I’m-“
“Want to come right now? Or you want my cock to fuck your pussy? Mmh? Would you like that? Look at you, so ready to get fucked up.”
His vulgar words made her whimper more, his fingers bringing her close to her own release.
“Please, fuck me up, fuck me-“
The loss of his fingers made her grunt in disappointment, but a gasp of surprise left her lips as soon as she felt his cock pushing into her slowly.
He grabbed her wrists and brought them over the sheets, near her face, intertwining her fingers with his shortly after and kept rolling his hips back and forth as he was now buried deep inside her.
She looked at him, eyes half-lidded and everything around her disappeared.
She could only hear his fast breaths and see drops of sweat falling undisturbed along his temples, neck, chest.
His arms muscles flexing as they supported the weight of his body, eyes watching her with a glint of pure and primitive ecstasy
He was shuddering above her, showing how much she was making him feel fucking good. Bare. Hers.
A shift in his movements caused something inside of her to sent shots of electricity through her limbs and whimper in pleasure.
“You’re so good. Taking me so well.”
Pulling back from her body and then slamming into her roughly, it almost made her cry out in bliss.
Her legs hugged his hips, pulling him deeper inside her.
Clenching around his cock, she flashed him a lustful smile and his quiet grunts turned into moans as his thrusts became more erratic.
Dizziness invaded their senses and spasms ran through their bodies as Jungkook filled her with his seed, reaching their release.
Trying to catch their breath, he collapsed onto her, his face in the crook of her neck and her hand now stroking his hair.
He held her close, rubbing his nose against her neck, which made her giggle as she reciprocated the squeeze with a happy sigh.
The night was quiet while they enjoyed their proximity, but a sudden muffled noise caught Minji’s attention, her gaze ending on a black cat on the window sill glaring at her.
She reciprocated with a curious glance, but did not give it much thought.
The next few days she began to see him more often; he followed her wherever she went as if he were her shadow. So she decided to take care of him, eventually waiting for his arrival so she could cuddle and play with him. He was very affectionate for a stray cat.
Her heart melted like snow when the cat snuggled up on her thighs for a nap or just to be close to her, as he was doing now. The trust he placed in her filled her with joy. Getting it from an animal was not always easy, hence she was proud of it.
If she spoke to him, he understood. If her mood changed, he sensed it. A little moral support.
Her fingers passed gently through his fur, his purr widening her smile.
“You love that cat very much.”
Her cousin's voice rendered to a whisper brought her back to reality, the cup of tea between the fingers of her other hand now cold, sitting on a chair next to his bed.
Her gaze landed on him, seeing his softened features as he sipped his tea with his back resting on the back of his bed, the pillow making the resting comfortable.
“I do.”
She placed the cup on the undercup placed on the small nightstand to her right before reaching out her hands toward the cup and undercup he was holding out to her, the black cat coming down from her legs to wonder around the room.
"And Jungkook is still displeased."
She let a small chuckle escape her lips, "He is not some witch's familiar, the sphere would have reacted otherwise. Besides, Jungkook is displeased by anything that takes my attention away from him," she reminded him amusedly, setting the undercup and cup down next to hers.
“Oh! That young man is beyond smitten with you that he even wants to get rid of a cat! I wouldn't be surprised if one day he made all the animals around disappear.”
The man laughed wholeheartedly, enjoying the way his son was behaving out of his usual character. But coughing fits interrupped him, his hand over his mouth now smeared with his own blood.
Minji widened her eyes, concern again evident on her face as she knelt at the edge of the bed and handed him a handkerchief, wiping his hand with another.
He looked at her, a soft smile adorning his face, “You are such a kind soul, my lovely little cousin. I don’t see myself worried about leaving my son in bad hands. I’m glad you accepted to be his wife. It’s the best gift I could ever receive.”
She stood still, pain and sadness piercing her heart yet a sense of pride and gratitude followed those emotions at his words.
“Thank you, father-in-law.”
He caressed her cheek, tenderness and affection guiding his gesture, “Take good care of each other, all right?”
“Of course. Always.” She gave him a weak smile, “It’s better if I let you rest, I think I have stayed too long. I will visit again tomorrow.”
“I will wait for you, my precious daughter.”
And off she went, taking with her the tea cart carefully prepared by herself after placing the cups on it, the cat following suit.
After closing the door, she let out a sigh.
A few weeks after their wedding, as Minji and he were having their usual tea hour together, he had brought a hand to his chest before passing out.
Panic had risen, and when they had called the doctor, it was discovered that an illness had struck him.
It was incurable and nameless.
The despair and destruction she had seen pass across Jungkook's face had broken her heart more than the news had already done.
His complexion was pale, dark circles under his eyes, strength weakening, and some of his nights were sleepless.
Her cousin was dying and nothing could be done. Their helplessness was unbearable, but other than spending time with him, they could do nothing��else.
He had taken care of her when she was left alone, welcoming her and engaging her immediately as if she was not a mistake of her father's with another woman. He had showered her with love, becoming a father and a brother.
She almost lost her mind.
But the appearance of that cat – which she had named Sese – had been a distraction. Jungkook was busy with family business in his father's stead, so he spent a lot of time in his office room. Caring for an animal helped keep her mind off that unforeseen tragedy, ignoring Jungkook’s disapproval.
The black cat was the witches' familiar. Deception and malice were part of them. Having one in the house brought bad luck, he had even come to believe that he was to blame for his father's illness.
This, however, was not possible, since if he had really been the bearer of misfortune, the protective sphere of the house placed on a pedestal in the basement would have counteracted his strength and prevented him from entering.
He was a normal black cat that she had chosen to take in.
Footsteps could be heard and she looked up, finding Jungkook coming her way with slow, tired movements.
“Is he sleeping?”
She nodded, “Likely. I left to let him rest.” He hummed and Minji approached him, her voice soft as she asked, “Do you want me to make you some tea?”
“What you have already prepared will be fine for me.”
“But it's cold.”
“It's still tea.”
“Alright, alright,” she exhaled before giving him a peck on his lips. “Go and relax a bit too. You need it. I'll join you right away.”
He gave her a weak smile, “Thanks, my dearest.”
Tired voice, slumped shoulders, dull eyes. His pain was palpable even now with his back to her.
She could understand him; he had lost his mother when he was young to a fall from a horse while hunting witches, and now he was losing his father to a disease.
She clenched her hands into fists.
It was not fair. They had begun happy days, their laughter filling the house, their fellowship with each other and even with the household employees.
She thought it would all end with the killing of the witch, but their family still seemed to be in the arms of a curse.
The organization was already mourning one of their important members, but when he actually died a few days later, no one could still believe that they were looking at his grave in the cemetery.
The rain and fog made the event more somber and unbearable.
Condolences and words of prayes were adressed to them with sympathy and compassion.
And the title of Duke had passed to Jungkook.
His obligations had increased and with them the pressure he perceived on himself because of the expectations other members now placed on him and the family business.
The incessant pounding in his head caused distraction and slowed his work.
And today was one of those days.
His vision was blurring and the hand that was holding the pen was trembling, the writings on those papers placed on the desk only meaningless ink.
He let go of the pen and with a sigh leaned back on the chair, rubbing his face with his hands to try to shake off the weariness.
A clink of something contrasting a surface awakened him, seeing his usual cup of tea on his desk and Minji at one side of it.
"Here's your tea, dear."
He reached out a hand toward her and Minji took it between hers, drawing her closer before wrapping his arms around her waist. His head resting on her stomach.
Her fingers began to run through his hair, slightly relieving his headache at which he breathed a sigh of relief.
He rubbed his face against her stomach.
She smiled, softened by his behavior considered childish, and let him be.
“Are you done with your work for the day?”
“Not quite. Unfortunately, I have a headache.”
She blinked, “Again?”
“Again.”
“Then drink, don’t waste time. You said it helps you get over it.”
“I will. Just let me stay like this a little longer.”
She snorted a chuckle and his heart skipped a beat.
He was so lucky to have her.
She supported him with simple gestures, understood when he needed something and assisted when he couldn't continue certain things himself.
She also declined every letter of invitation to tea parties to have a simple chatter with friends because she wanted to stay with him.
Everything about her was soothing. Her touch, her breath, her closeness. She was his main pivot. His life. His.
He couldn’t stop admiring and loving her.
And he was often caught staring at her like a fool and hearing her laugh every time she told him to stop was a cure-all.
For her he was also trying to like Sese, even though he was taking up too much of Minji's time. And she gently scolded him not to be jealous of a cat.
He probably was.
Normality was setting in again in their lives and he was over the moon.
However, something began to crack once again.
Minji was on the alert, often distant and silent. Whether at home or during meetings between members of the organization, or simply walking through the streets of the central city. Especially with him.
Anxiety and terror had mixed, shaping thoughts and theories that were taking root in his mind.
She was terrifying him. He was afraid she had grown tired of him. That she had a lover.
Just thinking about it sent him into a frenzy.
He had started having nightmares and the sleepless nights did not allow him to think properly.
And the discovery of her nocturnal outings fed his fear that was getting out of control even more.
She was not betraying him. She was not leaving him. She couldn't. She had no chance.
He had tried, he had tried to communicate, to understand the problem, but he had received no answer.
Every excuse was used to avoid confrontation.
This time he would wait for her to face the situation once and for all.
He saw her as she crossed the threshold of their bedroom with light steps so as not to make noise.
Her gaze had immediately focused on him, sitting in the chair by the window set at the left side of the bed. There was no surprise and fear of being caught red-handed; no, it was as if she knew someone was waiting for her.
Doubts crept more into him.
"Where were you?"
"I was thirsty, I drank some water."
"You were thirsty, you drank water,” he was mocking her as he got up, walking slowly up to her. “In your walking dress.”
He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face, the silent expressiveness in his eyes exposing his anxious thoughts.  hands shaking and slightly labored breathing.
He was so close that she could feel his ragged breath on her face. The quiet expressiveness in his eyes baring his anxious thoughts.
She tilted her head to the side, weirded out and irritated by his behavior.
“I put on the first dress I could find. Finding a suitable one would have taken time.”
“Can… Can we talk about it?”
“About what?”
“About how you’re lying to me.”
The snort she gave him left him stunned, the rope of sanity permanently snapping.
His heart began to pound faster, his trembling hands cupping her face. Despair clouded his mind at her faint mocking smile and no definitive answer.
He couldn't stand it. She was kind. She was loving. She loved him.
“What’s happening? Why are you reacting like this? Is someone bothering you? Threatening you? You don’t have to hide things from me. I’m your husband! I can help you!”
He was a mess.
He spoke fast, his voice quivering, and he felt like he was losing his mind.
It was exploding. He felt suffocated.
He took his head in his hands, his knees ending up on the ground, another headache suddenly occurring. This time heavier and more persistent.
His stomach burned, a lump forming in his throat until he vomited blood before falling sideways, a few splatters reaching Minji's dress.
She had moved a few steps closer, looking down on him.
Bent over, panting, shivering, frail.
“The tea has finally had its effect. Did you enjoy the nightmares? Probably of me leaving you alone. The twist is… you were always alone. I’m not your father’s cousin. I’m not part of your family. I am not a Jeon. Spreading rumors of an illegitimate child was a child’s play.”
Jungkook was gasping for air, tremendously shocked by what was happening. He looked at her, pupils shaking, face pale, jolts sweeping through his body.
"Too many questions you're asking me!” she chuckled, her arms behind her back with the fingers of one hand intertwined with the other. “My amazement at observing human greed will never end. Tearing books from witches and using them against them to feel powerful, killing them with no mercy whatsoever. Creating massacres and making children orphans. You have no respect for what you have. Truly deplorable.”
Anger was audible in her voice, her face disfigured with disgust.
“In two of those many massacres were the three most important people in my life. I am sure that the memory of a big wolf protecting a woman is not easily forgotten, as the sight of such a wolf is not every day occurrence. They were my parents. And I was watching with my husband and brother, hidden from your eyes under my parents' request. Shortly afterwards I lost my husband as well." A sinister glint appeared in her eyes, bending her upper body slightly toward him, "The pain I felt had been so immeasurable that I was burning with the desire to make you feel the same. You should have seen your father's face the day he died, when I revealed myself as a witch. My smile must have scared him a lot.” She smirked, “How do you feel?”
Betrayal was the only thing that was piercing his lungs and heart, immobilizing him from regular breathing and opening his mouth to respond.
Bitter tears began to stream down his cheeks.
“Nevertheless, I must admit that your obsession with me was a great benefit; you made access easier for me, and getting rid of those other lousy hunters didn't bother me at all.”
“Do you really have to tell him everything?”
The interjection of a dissatisfied male voice made her straighten up, but she didn’t take her eyes off Jungkook, whose attention was now on the young man who had stopped beside Minji with the black cat on his right shoulder.
“Where is Sese, brother?”
“On my shoulder.”
Jungkook saw the pet jump down and walk behind Minji.
He thought he would see him popping up from the other side, but what appeared before his eyes were boots. Looking up, he noticed pants, a shirt, and finally a face.
A face he had last seen burning at the stake.
“We should leave, I can't stay one more minute in this shitty place,” Hoseok grumbled, his arm resting on Minji’s shoulder. “I can still smell that damned burning smell and my skin being roasted.”
“You'll get over it.”
“You go to the stake next time, Yoongi.”
“What do we do now, Minji?” Yoongi completely ignored his  annoyed comment, addressing his sister.
Silence crept in.
They were watching Jungkook like a fucking prey. Like a trapped animal. And he was.
He couldn’t do much. He had been deceived.
“Burn everything down.”
As Minji uttered those words, his hand clutched her skirt in a desperate gesture, shaking his head.
He didn't care. He wanted his wife. His love. He didn't give a fuck about her being a witch or something else. He loved her. He fucking loved her!
“Don’t… Don’t leave me, please…”
“This bastard is desperate. Apparently, you left a deep mark,” Yoongi sneered, followed by a giggle from Hoseok.
Minji extended her hand in front of her brother, and he pulled out a hunter's knife taken from the house to give it to her.
“I told you destroying them from the inside would be more satisfying, brother. My role has more impact than yours. Even though women are witch hunters, they are still viewed differently than men. Taking advantage of this was essential. Look how they collapsed like a sandcastle. I hope you had as much fun as I did, Jungkook.”
The knife was held in mid-air above Jungkook, at heart level.
His fingers tightened on her skirt, pleading with his eyes not to, but she didn't listen. Instead, she released her grip on the knife.
And as if moved by an invisible force – her power – it cut through the air and pierced his chest, reaching his heart.
His eyes lost their vitality, his body stopped moving.
And the room fell silent again.
Some time later, the house began to catch on fire.
Yoongi hid and Hoseok took on the appearance of a cat again, while she warned the employees who lived in the house to get out.
It had been a wonderful sight in her eyes.
The flames that enthusiastically enveloped the Jeon house.
Bright, big, lightning up the night.
Like the witches who were burned at the stake.
It had all been so simple that it bored her.
When she discovered that her mixed blood could somehow nullify the effects of the witches' spells used by those humans, she realized that she could do something to destroy them.
And she was succeeding. After carefully studying the methods, observing the hunters, and strengthening herself, she had taken action.
Her brother was against it, he didn't want her to put herself in danger, but she assured him that it wouldn't happen. And here was the wonderful result.
She was thanking her father for being a werewolf, and the human stupidity in not having yet discovered the existence of other living beings with different abilities.
On top of that, the compassion they were showing her after this misfortune was truly hilarious.
Talking about how her late husbands, father-in-law and her distancing from society were the work of the successor to the dukedom, his obsession and fear of having someone take her away from him, how he started a fire and she ended up having to shove a knife in his heart in self-defense, it had been a theatrical show.
The Kim family even offered to host her. A kind family indeed, she had to admit. However, they had too much faith in the witchcraft that they detested so much, and she had once again entered another house of witch hunters without repercussions.
Humming as she sat at her dressing table in her new room, she looked at herself in the mirror, fixing some messy locks in front of her face.
"Jin, Namjoon or Taehyung? Who should I go for first?" she asked, eyes fixed on her reflection before showing an interested and pleased expression. "Oh, all three? Naughty."
After smiling one more time, she stepped out of her room, her reflection still adjusting her hair through the mirror.
Then she smiled, getting up and disappearing from the mirror.
A victorius and sly giggle echoing within the walls.
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candywife333 · 5 months
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Delulu is the Solulu
PART 1- Hairy Big Toe
AND PART 1 is finally out. Planning 2-3 parts for this.
Chubby OC (with PCOS) x simp idol Jungkook
No proofreading done
Summary: Our OC (Lee Ireum) loves Jungkook of BTS to pieces. She loves him through the distance of her screen and in fact is one of his avid fan club members. She is running for president of the ARMY fan club in her home town. But, she has a peculiarity about her, that even her fellow members in arms don't know about her. She never wants to meet them. She never wants to meet BTS, and she especially never wants to meet Jungkook. She believes in never meeting your heroes because they will end up disappointing you, eventually. To hold up this ideal, she has never been to their in person events. However, though she has never been to a fan meet ,she is supposed to attend one the coming week (at the blackmailing insistence of one of her friends). Yet, she had started to text a dude through a popular dating app around the same time all of this was happening.
It had started out as a prank, this dating profile. She would post sexy pics , have amusing chats with thirsty dudes, and then block them for the shits and giggles. Living the true online play girl life, something she would never do in real life cause of insecurities. The odd thing with the dude she is texting though is that the time stamps of the texts are not showing up in Korean time, it almost seemed like Eastern standard time. And the odder thing was that closer to her fan meet date, the time stamps changed back to korean standard time. The question was, who exactly was she chatting with?
Description : This fic will be written with chat messages in between (dilineated by bullets), alternating with the usual writing.
Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook in this fic is not a true representation of his real life actions or personality. Please treat this is fiction.
Triggers: voyeurism, dub-conish , body insecurity (chubby hairy OC incoming)
I opened up my phone to see the recent chats I had received from the new dating app I signed up for a week back. Damn, so many requests within a few hours from when I finished updating my blank profile with pics of myself (of course since it is just a thirst trap account without my face) which were just way too scandalous for real life. I opened up the first chat that I received.
bunnyboy7- Show me your tits🤤
The hell, guys were that straightforward? I thought I would at least get a little segue and introduction, luring me in, before being asked for my literal boobs in a pic.
strawcakes4- Excuse me? Sir this is a Wendy's drive through👵.
bunnyboy7- Then, at least show me your ass🍑
Damn, this dude was way too relentless. I didn't even show a hint of cleavage in my actual pics on the dating profile to signal that I might be open to showing anybody anything. How did this random guy, think he had the honor of seeing first my tits? and then my bare ass? I guess dude didn't yet know that I had a hairy ass. Even monkeys would be envious. I even had a few hairs on my tits. I grew chest hair before guys in my class did. Even had upper lip hair to match. Had to get that little bitch ripped off my face every Sunday with my handy dandy waxing pot, otherwise I would be sporting a rather impressive moustache most of the time. Dude, didn't know what he was even asking for.
strawcakes4- I think you have the wrong number Sir Bunny
bunnyboy7- Trust me baby, you won't regret me.
strawcakes4- What are you going to say next? champagne confetti? too predictable dude. You think you are JK or something🤨?
bunnyboy7- In fact yes I do, my fair lady. (5:00 AM EST)
strawcakes4- They say the world is made up of mostly sane poeple. I am beginning to doubt this claim. Delulu is not the solulu my friend. 😌No matter how much you and I both wish you were JK, that is not reality.
bunnyboy7- Ok, well how about you assume I am JK and why don't you show your favorite , cutest global pop-star your bellybutton then? Ask not what your JK can do for you, but what you can do for your JK. It is for a noble cause.
strawcakes4- Excuse me? how desperate are you dude? We progressed from ass, to tits, to belly button? You have a fetish or something? And now you claim to be JK---THE SHEER AUDACITY?! JK would be too busy earning millions ,performing at times square, eating noodles drenched in perilla oil, hanging out with calvin klein models. He would not be sitting here looking so pathetic.
bunnyboy7- Sometimes stars have needs too. Ok!? We don't have models gyrating 10 feet away from us all the time, contrary to popular opinion. And sometimes we do our own laundry. Is that so hard for you to fucking believe?!
What were the odds of this guy actually being jungkook? He was probably a troll or delusional fanboy who thought he was JK. He sure was putting in a lot of effort to convince me though. Rolling my eyes, I scrolled further down to reply:
strawcakes4- clutching my forehead in disbelief you need to get over yourself dude. If you are Jungkook, I am bloody britney spears. I am not sending nudes or sexting you. OFF to HORNY JAIL WITH YOU, YOUNG MAN!! 🔥If you were truly JK, you wouldn't be begging, you would already be receiving. bunnyboy7- Fine, fine fine, if you can't send me nudes or sext with me, let's play a game of 20 questions.
strawcakes4- Ok?
bunnyboy7- What does your pussy look like? describe it in no less than 20 words. Your timer starts now😉
This dude had balls of steel, he even wanted a pussy description. He would probably run for the hills if he actually saw my furry snatch in person. Chewing on my lip, deliberating my next response, I typed out:
strawcakes4- Ok, "JK", I think …………….I have contracted syphilis from my step father in Transylvania and I am about to die. So………….I am leaving the chat…………….to go get it treated.
bunnyboy7- Don't lie to me like that strawbaby!!! Don't you dare leave this chat.
------Strawcakes4 has left the chat
bunnyboy7- Goddamnit. Ok forget about pussy. At least show bobs.🤤 (5:10 AM EST)
bunnyboy7- Fuck, I came on to her way too hard I guess
Giggling and kicking my feet as I lay on my bed, I chuckled, sounding like a pig snorting in the process. At least he figured out, that he was coming on to me way too hard and way too inappropriately.
I sat there contemplating whether I should delete his chat log and block him. I usually did that after 2-3 interactions with particularly horny dudes, or even after 1 interaction with really annoying clingy guys. Here for a good time, not a long time fellas. I was literally baffled when some of them were using me for therapy sessions. Like, why should I do so much unpaid work?! Like hell I was wasting my time talking to these dudes constantly .
I didn't mind flirting, bantering and eventually sharing pics after building a rapport (not like I kept them for long in my dms either way). But the way this dude had come on so strong was perplexing and rather irritating. I had come across this type of behavior from many other dudes. But he was the first one to not even say Hi. Usually the other dudes had decency to atleast greet her and then start their lewd demands. Pathetic buffoon.
I flopped onto my back, sighing over the fact that I would have to attend that fan meet in a few days. I did not want to meet any of the members of BTS. The only idols I had an intention of meeting in my life were MAMAMOO. I loved their vibe and would feel comfortable in their presence. My main reason for wanting to meet was also so I could ask Hwasa to step on my face with her high heels. The lady was a divine goddess. Sometimes I just wished I was lesbian, because so many things would be easier. Finding men attractive, was a curse.
Running for president of our BTS fanclub in our hometown was a feat. You can only print out so many posters of Jimin's luscious lips, and Jin's windswept perfectly tousled hair, before you get tired of seeing them. Somedays I got so tired of doing BTS related activities, like chaperoning younger armys to attend their music shows and meets in Korea. It was fine when I was a younger teen in middle school, but as a college junior it felt taxing at times.
I had seen the members from afar but never went to actual fan meets where you could interact or talk to them. Convinced it would lead to disillusionment at their carefully manufactured images and heartache, I rejected attending those type of meets. My baby members always pushed me attend, wanting me as a chaperone so their parents would feel comfortable with them attending. I just couldn't though, and they would stare back at me with their puppy dog eyes disheartened at my refusal. But, something about my attitude as a fan had changed. I still loved them to the moon and back, but I guess it was getting tiring.
I had different priorities I guess, like getting a new job with the marketing degree I was to graduate with next year. I groaned at the prospect of finding a place to live next year. My dorm room would be gone and I would have to look for a flat since mom and dad lived in the countryside.
Two days later, I was met with another stream of texts from the same person, bunnyboy7. Why in the fucking hell was he bothering me now? Especially with the dreaded fan meet I had to attend in a few days. Armies looked out for each other, and the main reason for me to attend wasn't honestly even about running for president. It was the responsibility of looking after the young, impressionable minds that would be attending. Had to make sure they didn't get hurt in a crowd, or break down. You would be surprised how many people tended to cry a river and lose their bloody mind when seeing their favorite idols.
I opened the chat log:
bunnyboy7- you there angel? my beautiful goddess? temptress of my dreams, or shall I say tittytress of my fantasies😏😏
I scoffed as I stared at the screen, what the hell was he on? weed? nicotine? You would think one rejection would be enough to get my point across, to convey my distaste.
strawcake4- Ummmmm. Why are you still talking to me dude? I am not interested in sexting or nudes. Leave me alone, I am way too busy for this right now
bunnyboy7- I have been fisting myself everyday to the pic you posted of yourself in a see through black babydoll dress with your tits drooping down , perfect size for my hands to squeeze. I almost came as I could see your thick thighs, just the right size to have wrapped around my neck as I lick your juicy little pussy😜 Please at least take pity on a poor man and post a feet pic. (7:00 AM KST)
strawcake4- Ok dude, this convo has prolonged far enough. If you have a boner, I will deflate it in two seconds flat, that's all I need. My toes are hairy, my tummy is hairy, my legs are ......you guessed it hairy and so is the rest of my body. I look like a cross between a chubby baboon and a chimpanzee. Now , unless you are into bestiality, you won't want to engage further with me. Leave me the fuck alone.
I expected no response from him, confident in my abilities to turn off men. The dude would have deleted the chat by now. Checking out of sheer curiosity, I was shocked, gasping as sweat beaded on my hairline, at his reply:
bunnyboy7- It's ok baby, we can just shave it all off if it bothers you, no biggie. 😋But I like my pussies hairy , a whole jungle, so don't worry in the least. And I can tell just from your pics, that I would drown in your pussy and never come up for air. It would be a glorious way to go, don't you think darling 🤓
I was breathless as I stared at his text, what the hell did he mean? He didn't mind all the body hair and my fat little self?
strawcake4- stop messing around dude, you are just lying. Now let us just end the convo, you are fooling nobody.
bunnyboy7- Who said I was lying baby😏. Just send one pic of your choosing of your body. And I will prove it to you. (7: 05 AM KST)
I shouldn't be doing this. But my fingers moved to my photo gallery and I picked out one pic I had taken in dim light of my tits and tummy, intact with strawberry red lingerie that showed hints of fine downy hair here and there. He would probably be turned off and we could end this interaction. I paused several minutes, indecisive about sending the pic.
bunnyboy7- You still there babe? please babygirl, I am salivating at the thought of you. Send a pic, any pick. The mere thought of you is keeping me on the verge of cumming. (7: 10 AM KST )
I took a deep breath, not dragging the pic through my editing app, and clicked SEND, closing my eyes at the thought of what I had just done, wincing a little. I peeked at the screen with one eye open, he was typing. I almost jolted up towards the ceiling as I saw what he had written, my panties getting damp involuntarily.
bunnyboy7- OMG BABY🤤🤤I can't handle all your beauty. The perfect tits, tipped with chocolate brown areolas. I could just bite into them. And that gorgeous collection of pudge around your belly, your skin and flesh looks so soft. I can't believe I am saying this but........I would even lick your armpits and your asshole if you would let me. Totally my dream girl. I am cumming, oh ma god , I can't hold back anymore.
Before, I could reread his text, I received a pic. WTF!!!! My soul almost left my body, it was a pic of cum all squirted out , translucent and stringy onto his plain white sheets.
bunnyboy7- A tribute to you my luscious goddess. If only I could see you in motion, in 3D babe, to truly worship you. (7: 15 KST)
Something in my brain started tugging at me as I sat there on my bed stunned at all his proclamations of lust. Wait, when did his time zone change from EST to KST??? Didn't Jungkook just come back to Korea a few days back? It definitely couldn't be him , right ? We already had a joking convo about that. What type of reverse psychology was he using, if it was actually him?
I was about to dismiss the thought from my head when I saw his cum pic. Wait, I had seen that tattoo somewhere. His pic had part of his hand in the frame. If you weren't an army who had hung up his posters all of your school, you might not have a clue. But, the M on one of his knuckes, was a big give away. I still found it hard to believe even with the evidence. Why would Jungkook of BTS, the beloved, hot and happening global popstar, be texting me? And what had become of my vow never to interact with them?
Had I actually just now talked to Jungkook? And seen his cum sprayed all over his sheets? and had him simping over hairy little, big foot me? Since when did people like me talk with people like them?
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jimpixs · 2 months
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what goes around .. , ⋆ ͘ . 🪃
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"Art has become so much about the consumption and entertainment factor, we forget that it's truly about the artist's satisfaction with their stories ending" - 침픽스
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swanlakebaby · 1 month
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— innocence 🌸 | pjm
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pairings: bf!jimin x fem!reader
includes: virgin reader, experienced bf, after-care, smut, reassurance, passionate (??)
🎀 - NSFW, 18+, minors DNI - 🎀
about: jimin taking ur v-card.
— 🕊️ —
you had met jimin on a small dating app. you had just recently gotten out of a toxic relationship and didn’t feel like settling for the time being. jimin seemed nice enough and would send you expensive gifts to your apartment. you didn’t know he was rich or even famous prior , until one day you had seen his face on one of the billboards downtown.
he opened up to you and told you the truth about his status and his job. despite not liking the idea of being involved with someone as famous and important as jimin , you keep talking to him anyway. you lived in a country far from his , but jimin began feeling something for you. he decided one day that he wanted to fly you out to come stay with him.
you were hesitant at first before eventually building up the courage to say yes. a few days before your flight , you lay in bed , scrolling and texting on your phone.
JIMIN - i can’t wait to see you :)
YOU - i know ! i’m so nervous , but excited..
JIMIN - i have a gift for you when you get here
YOU - really ? what is it ?
JIMIN - it’s quite ((sexual)) , and i know that we’re not exclusive so you’re able to put it on for whoever you like
you stare at the message , puzzled.
YOU - what is it?
JIMIN - well i was walking around the other day and passed this sex shop. they had a really nice lingerie set in the display , it reminded me of you so i wanted to get it. you don’t have to accept a gift that makes you uncomfortable.
YOU - i’ll take the gift , i just probably won’t be using it any time soon
JIMIN - you can be honest lol.. i know there are many guys besides me that are into you
YOU - no , there aren’t. to be honest i haven’t been with many guys. or any.
jimin takes a while to reply. you can tell that your text had him confused on what to say next.
JIMIN - you mean , you’ve never..?
YOU - yes..
JIMIN - thats okay :) you can just keep it and throw it deep into your closet if you want. i just wanted to get it.
YOU - i have the decency to atleast hang it up. thank you jimin!
JIMIN - no problem
a few days later , you arrive in jimin’s city. it’s nice and bright outside , and the air feels warm and welcoming. locals walked the streets of seoul , talking and mingling amongst each other. billboards switched ads every minute , promoting different items and clothing pieces.
the driver stays silent throughout the car ride , probably confused as to why jimin sent him to go pick up a random girl he’s never seen or met before from the airport. you don’t mind the silence as you stare out of the window , looking at the difference views. the chaotic city scene quickly changes as the driver turns down a street.
the houses begin to look bigger and more expensive to live in. the very few people that were out in the neighborhood looked too rich and sucessful to be bothered by anyone. you wondered how they made so much money to afford this type of lifestyle. you also wondered if they made music like jimin too.
eventually , the driver stops at the gate of a residential complex. he speaks in korean to the security guard , getting buzzed into the complex. he stops in front of one of the apartment buildings before looking at you through the mirror and nodding for you to get out.
you get out as someone from inside of the building comes out to help you with your bags. “i’ll send these right to mr. parks room.” the gentleman says , scurrying off back into the building. you look up , and take in how tall the building really was.
when you step inside , a chilling wave of cool air hits your cheeks , making you shiver slightly. you walk up to the receptionist and she looks up at you with a smile. her hair is slicked back into a bun. she wore a white blouser with the logo of a company you didn’t recognize. “we expected your arrival. he’s on the 7th floor.” she says.
“thank you.” you say before walking off to the elevators. the elevator dings before you can press a button. an older couple steps off the elevator , not even acknowledging your presence. you step onto the elevator and click the 7th floor button. once the doors close , anxiousness begins to set in. you couldn’t believe your reality.
you wondered for a moment what he was like in person. he seemed mature and sweet on calls and texts , but the thought of him possibly being rude in real life made the situation even more nerve-wracking. once on the 7th floor , it’s only one door to one apartment that was clearly jimin’s. you hesitate for a moment , before ringing the doorbell.
silence. nobody comes to the door. you feel nervous , thinking for a moment that this could’ve been an entire set up. a few moments later , you hear footsteps approaching the door. whoever it was , seems to hesitate as well before unlocking the door and slowly opening it.
he stands tall in front of you , looking down at you with a soft smile. his face is glowy and smooth , thin strands of his dark chocolate hair fell over his face. he cleared his throat , moving to the side to let you in. the nerves immediately went away and you didn’t understand why. “would you like a drink?” he asks. “sure.” you say , suddenly feeling self conscious. “get comfortable.”
you sit on his couch , scared of somehow ruining the ivory white color of it. his apartment was minimalistic but well put together. you couldn’t tell if he decorated this himself or had a team of people do it for him. regardless , you felt lucky to be able to stay with him , rather than sleep at a crappy hotel.
he places the wine glass in front of you , sitting next to you. he looks over at you , seemingly admiring you. “it’s crazy to think that you’re real.” he says. you feel your face getting hot. “the same can be said for you as well. i mean , how is someone’s skin that clear?”
he chuckles , taking a sip of wine.
— a year later —
“there’s literally no way.” taehyung says , furrowing his eyebrow at namjoon. “im serious. maybe im just not as adventurous as the others.”
“yeah yeah.” tae says. he grabs a card from the deck and turns to face you. “okay. are you ready?” he says , looking up at you. you nod , waiting for the question. “who’s the best you’ve ever had sex with, and why?” he puts the card face down on the table.
you hesitate for a second , unsure of how to answer the question. jimin looks over at you , knowing that you didn’t have an answer. “you might as well say jimin or he’ll throw a fit.” taehyung says poking at him. “well—“ you start. “we haven’t even gotten to that point of our relationship yet.” jimin says , interrupting. namjoon looks taken aback , but doesn’t say anything. the room gets quiet as namjoon and taehyung aren’t sure of what to say. “we’re just not ready for that yet.” jimin says. “we get it. don’t worry..take your time. especially with him.” taehyung says. jimin nudges him , wanting him to shutup.
“let’s just continue. taehyung , now it’s your turn.” namjoon grabs a card from the deck. you feel yourself growing quiet just wanting the game to be over.
later that night , namjoon and taehyung leave for the night. you make your way around the living room , cleaning up the game and picking up empty cups. “you know.” jimin says suddenly. “i hope you don’t feel bad about it.”
you turn around , knowing what he’s referencing. “it’s okay.” you continue picking up trash. “i mean— if you want to , we can have sex tonight.” you freeze in place , shocked by jimin’s words. “we can’t do that.” you say. “why’s that?” jimin steps closer. “because , if we have sex , i want it to be genuine. not because some your friends know we haven’t had it yet.”
“you’re right. i’m sorry. i’m gonna head to bed.” he kisses your cheek , turning around and heading to the bedroom. you watch as he leaves , still quite surprised he suggested sex. sex wasn’t something you had conversations about. you just figured that it would just happen one day. you weren’t completely inexperienced, and it wasn’t like you don’t get aroused. things just haven’t went that far with him yet.
a few weeks later , you both seemingly forget about that night and the conversation afterward. taehyung and namjoon don’t bring it up , and it seems like everyone has moved on.
that night , you and jimin went out for a luxurious rooftop dinner to escape your busy schedules. the dinner went smoothly , and came with free champagne. it seemed like jimin drank like a fish. not wanting to deal with his drunken state sober , you begin downing your entire glass. by the end of the dinner , you’re both tipsy and clinging onto each other as you get into the car. the drivers nose flares up a bit , smelling the champagne.
you giggle into jimin’s neck as he whispers something unintelligible into your ear , making it tickle. he pulls you close , his words quite slurred. “you looked amazing tonight.” you smile up at him , giving him a soft kiss as a thank you to the compliment.
once in the elevator , jimin jokingly picks you up like a princess , stumbling a little. you throw your head back in laughter , playfully smacking his chest to put you down. he refuses and stumbles out of the elevator. you dig into his pocket and pull out his keys , opening the front door. the apartment is quiet and dark.
you turn the light on with the tip of your heel , jimin heading to the bedroom. he flirtatiously throws you onto the bed , one of your heels comes flying off and hits the floor with a soft thud. jimin hovers over you , beginning to kiss all over your neck. you laugh , the kisses feeling sensitive on your body.
in this moment , a feeling of arousal washes over you. you pull him into a sensational kiss as he places his hands on your hips. you feel as he shifts his body , getting in between your legs. you wrap them around his waist , pulling him close. you feel a soft poke of his boner and laugh at the feeling. he sits up , taking off his shirt and revealing his abs. you bite your lip as you look up at him , before pulling off your own shirt.
without any more hesitation , jimin begins to take off all of his remaining clothes until he’s completely naked. you follow his lead , realizing what was possibly about to happen. this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen each other naked , but it was the first time you both were seeing each other naked for a sexual reason. he grabs onto his cock , looking at how hard he was from simply kissing. you rub on yourself , a sticky sensation on your finger tips.
he pushed your hand away , placing his hands on the bottom of your thighs and laying on his stomach. you stare up at the ceiling , when suddenly , a wet tongue coats your vagina. you realize that jimin was eating you out. he went slow , making sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable.
he’s eaten you out only once before , but your body was still getting used to the texture of his tongue. after a few seconds , he sits up again. you sit up , thinking if maybe you should suck him off. he pushes you back to lay back down. he grabs onto his cock , rubbing his tip against the entrance of your vagina. he doesn’t push himself in , but instead he waits.
he looks down at you. “are you sure?” he asks. knowing that this was a big deal for you. you nod , watching as he then slowly pushes only half of himself inside of you. you feel the pressure and your stomach tightens , feeling uncomfortable. he notices in your expression and leans forward. “if you want to stop , just tell me. okay?” you don’t say anything as he makes slow but steady strokes inside of you.
your body still feels tight and uncomfortable as he does so. he pulls out of you , reaching over to the side of the bed and opening the drawer of the night stand. he rips open the box of condoms and takes one out. he opens it and quickly puts it on his dick , making sure it’s fully covered. he puts himself back inside of you.
he goes all the way in slowly , making you feel stiff and uncomfortable. she slowly caresses your hair , looking down at you. he waits a few moments before then speeding up only a little bit. the pain is more tolerable now , but it still feels strange. you’re able to find some pleasure in it , as he fucks you. he stops every minute or so , making sure that you’re comfortable enough to keep going.
as time goes on , you feel yourself getting wet , a sign to jimin that you were enjoying it. he closes his eyes , groaning. you place your hand on his chest , as he picks up speed only a little. you watch as his facial expression gets tighter , before he stops inside of you , cumming into the condom. his chest rapidly goes up and down , not wanting to pull out just yet. when he does , he takes off the condom. you see that it’s filled with his cum , as he places it on the nightstand.
he grabs another one , opening it and putting it on. he slides back into you as slow as possible , laying on top of your stomach. he wraps his arms around your waist , fucking you and whispering into your ear. you feel as your orgasm approaches , making your body tighten up once again , as you finish on his cock. he kisses you as you orgasm , whispering sweet nothings.
he sits back up , and takes off the second condom. you feel tired , but relieved. your body hurts and your legs feel tired when closing them as jimin gets up and grabs the condoms , discarding them in the trash. he wipes you clean , wasting no time to lay back in bed with you. he pulls you into a warm embrace , making you feel safe. you lay there with him naked , as he tells you that you did good. that there will be many other times to have sex with him until you were fully comfortable.
you didn’t even notice that you were drifting off to sleep , as jimin kisses your forehead and whispers goodnight to you.
A/N - thanks for reading :) don’t forget to request if you’d like.
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This is a BTS smut blog. I love writing out of pocket fics or freaky shit, you’re on the wrong blog if you want to read fluffy romance 🤭Please don’t trauma dump, or send me personal sex stories. I am here for writing only. Also do not send me inappropriate pics of the members (like bulge pics) or sexualize the members outside of my fics.
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Fics
Jungkook ; Thigh riding. Stepdad. Office sex. Massaged. Stepson JK. Tutoring. Stepbrother. Best friend’s boyfriend. Another best friend’s boyfriend. Camping. Massage salon. Trainer. Landlord. Blackmailing nerd. Dad’s best friend. Gamer. Ferris Wheel. Brat tamer. Cheating ceo. Lawyers. Husband.
Taehyung ; Wrong Twin. Freeuse maid. Stepdad. Fucked in front of friends. Stepdad vacation. Fuck bestie in front of gf. Glory Hole. Public beach. Brother in law. Flight attendant. Best friend’s brother. Counselor. Baby mom’s little sister. Doctor body check. Students. Van Sex. Freeuse Gift. Gym instructor. Jealous best friend. Truth or dare. Freeuse roommate. Pornshoot. Cheater. Bad Twin. Bi-curious. Principal. Begging to stop. Professor. Secretary. Concert prep.
Jimin ; Secret sex. Backup dancer. Detective. Elevator. Doctor. Keep going. Ribbons. Couch sex.
Seokjin ; Stepfather. Bachelor fuck. Boyfriend’s dad. Military bf. Professor.
Namjoon ; Rough sex. Best friend’s dad. Another best friend’s dad. Pussydrunk.
OT7 ; Freeuse with Hybe staff. Cheerleader. Pokernight.
Maknae line ; Freeuse manager.
Multimembers ; Vmin breeding. Vmin freeuse. Breastfeeding Taekook. Swingers Taekook. Namjin stepdaughter fuck. Public mall Vmin. Minjoon brothers. Vminhoseok party. Friends Taekook. Taekook best friends.Taekook Same bed. Taekook club. Vmin bus.
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Sticky fingers
Sticky fingers (hyung line)
Sticky fingers (maknae line)
Freeuse girlfriend series:
Namjoon’s tutorial
Their turns ft Namjoon
Jungkook’s turn
Taehyung’s turn
OT7
Freeuse movie night
Birthday party
Illegal sex party
Cult ritual
Maknae line
So what?
Upcoming
— Taehyung’s turn in freeuse girlfriend
— Surprise 3K maknae line special
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eclipsethemagic · 1 year
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Girls want Girls {KTH} |M|
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Summary: If Taehyung could turn by time he would, and that's only because he wants to go back to that night where he got the greatest blow job by not one but two females.
Rating: Mature, and sex will be talked through out this whole chapter. ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡
"You gotta be kidding me." Taehyung mumbles as he tries to go through the people of sweaty body's. He doesn't know why he let Jimin and Jungkook talk him into going out tonight, to a club in America that he didn't know of. It was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable for Taehyung as all he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and get in his fluffy pajamas and watch Netflix. "See it's not so bad." His best friend and band member Jimin says once they find a booth with no people in it. All Taehyung could do was let out a fake laugh, he shakes his head. "To you. I don't do this." Which was true Taehyung doesn't go out often and when he did it wasn't at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning.
"I don't know if you're lying or being truthful right now." His youngest member says once he came from getting their first drinks of the night. Taehyung eyes him and takes the alcohol and takes a sip. "Of course I'm being truthful idiot, why would I lie?" It's now Jimin turn to roll his eyes. "Repeat that again. Why would you lie?"
"Shut up."
"No never daddy."
"That's fucking gay." Jimin let's out a giggle and drinks his drink like a shot. After a while with enough drinks in their systems Jimin was already on the dance floor with his back against a guy and Jungkook? Well he has his tongue down a woman's throat. Taehyung was still at his booth, drinking away the whiskey he got after the bottle of soju was passed out.
People would call Taehyung a loner, which wasn't as true as you see right now. He was the most energetic but quietest person in the group. There was days when Taehyung wanted to be left alone and then there was days where Taehyung fed off of everyone else's energy. But as for right now? All Taehyung wanted to do was go home. He sighs and goes to stand up walking to the bathroom before he bumps into someone. "Shit. I'm so sorry!" He says looking down at the female. She was short, maybe between 5'1, she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
Her hair was down, with two butterfly clips. Her lips was painted light pink, but her dress, it was the star of the show. A deep shade of purple, that hugged her hips perfectly, with a cut in the middle of her chest that made it better. The woman mumbles it's okay before she looks up. "Just watch out." And with that she walks away.
"Dude I just had the greatest blow job of my life." Jungkook says after his night of tongue kissing the female he met at the bar, They was all back from the dance floor, Taehyung back from the bathroom. Jimin was taking his third shot as he hard Jungkook drunk confession, a confession he really didn't wanna hear. "Why are you telling us?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"He got a point."
Taehyung takes the last swing of the beer he had and sets it down looking at his two friends. "So you got a blow job, and what? Jimin got to grind his gay ass dick on a guy on the dance floor while me, millionaire Kim Taehyung got nothing?" He was bitter about it yes, but it wasn't his fault. Okay maybe it was, Taehyung was a flirt, to people he wanted to flirt with. If she was a skinny beautiful Asian, he'll flirt, if she was a white woman with a fat ass he'll give it a try but if she was a black woman with beautiful thick thighs and the most gorgeous eyes- wait.
"So you didn't talk to the girl you bumped into?" Jungkook ask while looking at his band mate, Taehyung shakes his head and sighs. "Nah I didn't want to for real." He did, it was a lie and he knew it.  "Plus she had someone waiting on her." He adds on lending back on the chair.
"I just think you want to have a one nights stand, I mean I get it but Tae, have fun." Jungkook says, his dark brown eyes are darker then normal as the alcohol took affect of his body after a few drinks. Taehyung didn't know if it was drunk Jungkook talking or if it was caring Jungkook, either way that was the push Taehyung needed at that exact moment. They all got up and went on their separate ways.
Taehyung was back on the dance floor, dancing with a female he never talked to. She was a pretty woman, standing 4'7 with long jet black hair that was in the middle of her back. Her skin was brown and sparked with thick sweat. He grinds his hips up her ass as his hands gripped her waist. He was so drunk wasted that he didn't notice how much he could smell her sweet peach perfume, a smell that he could get used too.
All Taehyung could remember was one minute they was on the dance floor, the second they are in the bathroom. His hands around her throat as he kisses her, another pair of hands are on his jeans unbuttoning them. Taehyung was on cloud 9, one girl kissing his neck leaving all types of bites marks as he fingered her pussy, and the other sucking his dick, and sucking it well.  "Just like that." He groans as the female deep throats, he holds her there for quite some time before letting her go. Seeing her eyes swell up with tears made his dick harder then before. Who would of thought he'll be attracted to a female who liked girls, let alone have a threesome in the middle of the bathroom.
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7brownsuga7 · 1 month
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Jin headcanon (freaky edition)
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Brat tamer and spanking. He loves to spend his free time teaching you a lesson. You’re quite smart mouthed and he loves that about you, but when he gets you in bed, he bends you over his lap and teaches you a lesson. Whips, and skin marking!! He needs to see your ass covered with his prints.
PRAISES!! Both ways. He needs to hear how good he’s making you feel and that he’s doing a good job. And when he’s dominating, he’ll praise you aswell.
THUMB IN YOUR MOUTH!!! I don’t care you’re going to be sucking on his thumb/fingers. He loves watching your lips wrapped around him.
Cockwarming!!! There’s time where he can’t always give you what you want and give you the attention you need. But he makes up for it by letting you sit on his lap with his dick inside you while he continues doing whatever he’s doing. I definitely see this while he’s gaming.
Talking about gaming, he’ll definitely love you to suck his dick while he plays. He gets frustrated a lot during, so he needs help taking care of it.
Princess treatment. As much as things can get hot in the sheets, he also likes to take his time with you and can be really soft with you, taking things slow and just focusing on the both of you on that moment. It can get passionate.
Back scratches all the way. He loves the marks you leave on him, full proof of your nights together and just how good you are for him.
Daddy kink. It slipped out one day and he absolutely loved it.
In public he’ll give you warnings when you’re giving him attitude. He’ll give you one look that tells you when you get home you’re in for it. (You know what look I’m talking about)
He wants to hear you beg. He’s very serious when it comes to you pleading and telling him how good he feels. He’ll make you say whatever he wants to hear, and you better let him hear it.
I see him as a serious person while fucking. Like he’s not too serious, but his persona definitely changes in bed then how he usually is.
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Orbiting: pt.3,5°
[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [1.4k filler, it was supposed to be a drabble, but oh well; fwb to lovers; less plot, more smut, but basically, this is how Jungkook and Y/N came to their fwb agreement; slightly drunk sex, unprotected sex but irl plz don't be silly and wrap his willy; not proofread, heh.
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You didn’t expect your night to end up like this.
Thursdays were yours and Jungkook's torturous days. Waking up at 4 a.m. and every second, minute, and hour that followed was spent practicing on the ice—you nailing your skating routines and Jungkook running through hockey plays. Some days, you practice on different ice rinks, each on opposite ends of the town, the other days, like today, you share the big dome rink close to your apartment.
By tradition, Thursday nights with Jungkook are spent letting out steam—here is what you do as follows: 1. Rant about how hectic the day was 2. Eat an unhealthy amount of junk and sweets 3. Share a bottle of soju, or two, or more while a movie plays in the background. When the day has you beat, ideally, Jungkook makes you his infamous highball drink, and in return, you cook him extra strips of samgyupsal. A win-win.
But tonight, it seems you and Jungkook have explored a new way to let off steam.
What started out as a night full of frustrated rants turned into frantic rutting against your best friend's thigh.
You remember watching a rom-com film, and a soft porn scene came on the screen, and your inebriated brain struggled to filter your thoughts that they just spilled out, “If you weren't here, I might have touched myself over that.” Followed by downing a shot as if your words hadn't short-circuited Jungkook's own brain and went straight to his dick.
“Gguk,” you struggle to speak, lips caught between Jungkook's teeth as he playfully bites and pulls.
He's become a little more cheeky. But you wouldn't deny how seeing this side of him makes you yearn for him. Here you are, wrapped around each other's arms, but you want him closer. He's so close, yet so far. This is uncharted territory, restricted even. And you can reason that you're too far gone to just stop and cockblock yourself, but the truth is, you're being selfish. You want Jungkook. You want him all to yourself.
You lean your forehead against his, the close proximity has you feeling how Jungkook steals your breath; he breathes you in as you breathe out. You lower your eyes to look at his parted mouth, and you smirk. His lips are swollen and stained with the color of your lipstick.
“Make me feel good, please,” you scan his face, from the mole on his chin to his eyes, and pull the most seductive look you knew worked on guys.
At your beck and call, Jungkook crawls down on your body, stops at your crotch, and noses at your pussy. His hunger grows as you take over his senses—his sight focused on your arching back as he touches every skin his hands never caressed until now, and the taste of your arousal with the ripe smell of your pheromones flood him.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he hums, “I love it.”
You’ve never felt fiercely desired. You want to believe that this is more than lust. But before you can overthink and float away, Jungkook brings you back to the ground.
He doesn't bother to remove your panties. In fact, today, Jungkook discovered he has a thing for lacy underwear. Or maybe it was just having you under him, so responsive and alluring. He eagerly lays his tongue wide on your clit and laps like a thirsty kitten, the rough texture of the lace intensifies the pleasure.
With each pant and whine of Jungkook's name that leaves your mouth, his tongue dives deeper and harder inside you. The sounds you make are music to his ears that he doesn't want to stop. The call of his name grows pitchier by the second. Before you can warn him, you reach orgasm in strong spurts and the sight has Jungkook almost cumming as well.
“Shit, Y/N,” he exhales, “That was so hot, baby.”
Your body acknowledges the pet name before your brain can overthink it. You reach for Jungkook's dick, tongue wetting your lips, ready to take him, but he stops you.
“I'm close,” he shyly admits, “And if I'm cumming, I want it to be from your pussy.”
Hand still wrapped around his leaking cock, you keep stroking as you guide him to your cunt. Soft squelches are heard as you rub his tip to your pussy lips.
Jungkook groans, “Stop teasing.” He removes your enclosed palm around his dick and intertwines your hand with his as he briskly pushes it to the bed.
A moan is pulled out of you as he plunges himself inside you. He eases in so easily, but there's a burning stretch that satisfies you as Jungkook pushes his cock further. Like magnets, your legs are hooked around his waist as soon as he bottoms out.
“Shit,” you both curse. You wipe at the accumulating sweat on his forehead. His bedroom eyes chase your eyes, and when you lock gazes, it's only then that Jungkook pulls out his cock and then plunges back into your wet walls with a hip roll. The bed squeaks as he thrusts into your pussy. Breaths are once again exchanged until Jungkook feels his climax coming; he kisses you roughly, tongue and all, and releases himself.
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You're awakened with hot and heavy air blown on your neck. Turning around with a groan, your sight lands on a sleeping Jungkook, his mouth parted as snores leave his lips.
The events of last night catch up to you and you harshly sit up from the realization. The sudden jerking of blankets wakes Jungkook. It takes him a moment to re-orient himself where he is and you see it on his face when realization hits him.
“Morning,” he greets, “So, last night was wild, huh?”
You're stunned. “Is that all you have to say?”
No, it's not, Jungkook thinks. In fact, much like you, he's panicking internally. Last night, you got carried away and went over the line. But he knows that if he mirrors your reaction, there's no saving your friendship. He's considering if he could take this moment to confess, but judging how you're pacing the room now, he thinks now is not the time. He just might lose you for good only because his dick did the thinking last night. He knows how you think, Jungkook admitting how he feels now might be misconstrued as a last resort than an honest profession of love.
“Uhh, I'm not gonna lie, Y/N, that was one of the best sex I've had in a long time.” Correction, it was THE best sex he's had ever. It was with you.
“Are you really okay with what happened?” At least now you sat on the bed. Jungkook feels the chill of the morning and he thinks it's easier to pull your body for warmth than pick up his clothes across your room.
But your needs come first. And what you need right now is reassuring words to quash whatever roaming destructive thoughts you have running wild in that pretty head of yours.
“Y/N, if you're uncomfortable, we can forget about it. I mean, was it so bad for you?” The last question came out as a jest to ease your nerves and it seemed to have worked.
A snort leaves your nose. “No. It felt... good.” Too good, you think.
“Yah! Just good?” Jungkook uses this chance to pull at the duvet, but your grip is unrelenting, so you topple over his chest, giggling.
You roll your eyes. “Fine, it was one of the best sex I've had, too.”
“Just think of it as us helping each other release our... frustrations.”
You grimace. “Classy.”
Jungkook chuckles. Your grip on the blanket eases and he slips inside the comforter for warmth.
“You know,” you trail off, waiting for him to look at you. “I don't mind, uhm... I mean, with the competition coming close and you know, uhm, frustrations pile up... I think it's good if we can help each other more than just this one time?”
Jungkook knows what you're asking, but at the same time, he also doesn't know what you're asking.
“You want like a friends with benefits thing?” The last word came out hoarse from his mouth.
“Only if you're comfortable,” you were quick to assure him. Of course, Jungkook would love to have a repeat of last night, but he's not sure if agreeing with this setup will push him into the friendzone or if it will finally let you see him differently. Still, he agrees.
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kivedreams · 2 months
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I WANT YOU. part. I knj.
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pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. f. is latina poc.
genre. falling in love, established relationship, romance, marriage
warnings. +18 racism and colorism discussed [this part does not contain smut, but the story is not made for a minor audience] this super delulu coded [pls tell me if i missed anything ]
synopsis; you make my life shine, and I think I also make yours shine or you didn't know how hard a relationship with a famous person would be
word count: 4.7k
A/N: i let my delusions run free with this one, i think ill be four parts.
next part.
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Just a the moment you thought the party was dying down they arrived, is not like you hated the idea of having a party, but this week has been hard on you, nothing went exactly as you planned, having your thesis send back two times in a row, draw you down, that thesis was the last thing between you and your PhD, you knew it was going to be hard, but God it really was testing you, of course you were happy for Namjoon today was a big day for him, he was finally releasing the book that he always wanted to publish a full guide on The Joseon era art and its influence in today's korean artwork, Namjoon was really proud of korean artists, so being able to pay homage to them was a big thing for him and for you, because Namjoon happiness was part of your own. 
The tight red dress that you were wearing might have been a bit too much, but it was Namjoon’s gift. It might have been tighter because you had put on some weight due to the stress of these months. Going to the gym or doing any type of exercise was the last thing on your mind. You would have been lying if you did not admit that, it was one of the things that were making you feel insecure tonight, your relationship was already hard, nobody believed that Namjoon the first born child of a korean family, the leader of the most successful kpop group and now Namjoon the writer would settle for you, a latin woman of color, that did not appeal to a single one of the korean standards, you weren't insecure by Namjoon’s feelings, but you were insecure on how everyone else feelings and prejudices might influence his decisions, is not like you were desperate for the ring, you really didn't need it, nor were you prepared for marriage, but sometimes it feel like the only thing that could silenced all the voices in your head, all the social media talk, and of course everyone around you. 
“Y/N?” He called for you. You were still in the balcony of the apartment, seated in the light brown handmade chair you purchased for the space, with a glass of wine enjoying the Seoul night, a slight breeze, and of course the beauty of the balcony Namjoon and you have crafted together, a lot of plants were everywhere accompanied by artworks and souvenirs that you both had collected through the years, some on your travels together, some alone.
“Yes, darling” you responded looking at him, Namjoon was an extremely handsome man, you loved that haircut in him, and his choice of clothing today was a masterpiece, that beige suit with a purple turtle neck top was a perfect mix. He looked at you with confusion in his eyes, he quickly brushed that look a way and sais,
“My parents are here, they're asking for you” Are they? was the only thing in your mind
You walked to him with a smile taking his hand, to greet them and most of the guest that have arrived since you little rendezvous to the balcony, you were begging that nobody would notice your weight, your thighs were clearly giving a show in that dress, god I hope the concealer is strong enough to cover the sleep bags in my eyes, do I still have lipstick on?
“Y/N!” His father greeted you “You look so beautiful tonight! How is your thesis going? Are you close to the finish line?” His father always looked happy to see you, but was he?
“Mr. Kim! Thank you! And yes I'm close to the finish line, if everything goes as planned, I will be able to present it in a few weeks” You responded with a smile giving him a hug and doing the same with his mother. She always looked at you, at your hair with curiosity?  Of course 4B coils were not the norm in Korea, but Korean beauty standards weren't going to pressure you into hating your beautiful hair.
After polite talks and greetings for a whole night with people that were close to both of you, in professional and personal level, the night was over, Namjoon and you finished saying good bye to the last guest and his agent, the night was a success, as you knew it would be, Namjoon never fails to amaze you, you saw him the whole night , moving around and enchanting everyone, you get it, you too were enchanted by him.
Finally being able to get rid of the uncomfortable shoes and the red lace around your waist that made the dress even tighter and letting Namjoon in the living room talking with the service that was in charge of getting everything clean up and tidy again, walking straight to your room, dreaming of the comfort of your bed, you forgot all the things that were placed on top of it, because you didn't trust any of the frail art pieces to be in the open while everybody drank and mingle, with not other option, you moved to the balcony, walking down to the kitchen first taking a glass of wine with you and politely smiling to the service, Namjoon was out of your sight.
Sitting on the cold floor of the balcony letting your hair free from the detailed bun that it was made into, enjoying the silence and peace of the night. You felt empty, maybe too much stress plus the insecurities in your relationship were passing you the bills, in a few months you would be 30, and if you get your PhD granted, working as a full time curator in the national art museum of Seoul, just what you wanted, but was Namjoon on your side for it? you didn't know.
“Babe” He called, putting a blanket on top of you, you did not realize how cold you were until he did so “ Tired? they are almost finishing, our room is ready, lets go” 
You looked at him from the floor with your face resting on the wooden bench, giving him a little nod, but your body was not responding to the idea of standing up, maybe you were too tired, maybe it was that third glass of wine, reminding you that alcohol was not your forte.
“Too tired? “ He said lifting you up, you hugged him, getting flooded by his strong musky scent.
Before you could realize it you were already on the bedroom, headlight turn off, the only light in the room coming from the bed stands, Namjoon sat you on the edge of the bed looking at you with curious eyes, his hands on you waist, you could feel his breathing, warmth, “Can we talk in the morning?” you ask, with almost no energy to spare.
“Is everything ok?” he asked back, now with a worried look on his face.
“Yes, I am exhausted, let's talk tomorrow please” you said standing up making your way to the bathroom, trying to unzip the dress off and failing. 
“Ok” He said, hugging you from the back, there it was again his scent, it made you feel so calm, at peace.
He started to remove the dress from you, leaving you there exposed to his eyes, and to yours. You could see the reflection in the mirror, how he was hugging you even harder, tighter, Namjoon loved you, you knew that.  He started to remove his own clothes, making you move the other side of the sink to remove your makeup.
You heard the water running in the tub, namjoon got close to you naked, “Want to take a bath?” 
“No, I’ll take a quick shower and go to bed”
“Ok darling “ He said, kissing your neck. Making you move.
He flicked due to the inspected action “I'm not in the mood to have sex” You said, before he could say anything.
“Is ok, I just want to feel you…” he said with a hurt look, you took a step back using the shower as an excuse. Namjoon was even more confused, because you never rejected physical touch, so it felt as if you were rejecting him, but you weren’t, you just wanted to reject the feeling that you had for him, because it felt like you had everything to lose.
It was around 2AM when you two were in bed together, Namjoon pulled you close, and you couldn't say no, you couldn't do that to him again. Nighttime passed through your eyes seeing the sun rise that sunday morning, you weren't able to sleep just thinking about all the possibilities, weighing your options, you could finish your phd and go back to your country, even though it was useless, jobs for a art history doctor, were not easy to find everywhere, you didn't think that you would be able to continue to live in korea after breaking up with him… the thought made you sob, you couldn't stay in bed anymore, so you quietly stood up, walking to your safe place the balcony.
The living room was like it always use to be everything clean up and in its place, you saw the blanket that namjoon used on you last night perfectly folded, taking it to the balcony with you, a cup of tea to clean your mind and a lonely space for you to cry in peace, and there you were cuddling up in the chair, with the cold morning breeze it was 6AM, but you were crying, because there were no other options for you, you knew, Namjoon would not settle for you, you'll never live up to the standard needed to be his wife, so it was better to finish it now, than wait for later.
Only your cries and the mobile hanging in the side could be heard, so that was it, like that, it was going to be over.
“Y/N?!” He called, and you used all your strength to hide your tears, but of course he noticed.
“Are you ok honey? Talk to me” You could hear the worry in his voice, you really tried to pull back the tears, but seeing him did not help
And there, both of you were, him hugging you and giving you solace, until your crying stopped, and all you could feel was his heartbeat, his hand going up and down comforting you. There he was for you, and you were about to end a 4 year old relationship.
You meet namjoon 7 months into arriving in seoul, while you were doing your master your favorite professor suggested you to pursue a doctorate in Korea, she knew people, she could get you a internship in Seoul’s national museum while you studied, and of course she knew people in HanYang university, you knew she was an important woman in the area, but you sub estimated her contacts and power, and there you were a year later accepted into Hanyang university with a full scholarship and paid internship, you didn't know how, but the rumor that you were there due to nepotism spread all over your department reaching your workplace, while it was true that your professor helped you, the scholarship was won fairly due to your grades and the ingenuity of your master's thesis. It made your work and student life harder, as if the racism and colorism wasn't enough, but of course you weren't there to make friends, you were there to finish your studies and make a name for yourself. 
That just made everyone hated you more, your coworkers thought it would be great for you, a newly hire to conduct a private view of a new exposition for a VIP, at that point you did not know if it was the racism, the nepotism rumor or because they did not want to make it themselves; but at the end that's how you met namjoon, of course you knew who he was, you might not been his fan, but you knew what his impact was, the quality of his music, and the power he had. His whole presence made you nervous, but you weren't going to risk your job nor lose the professionalism. He ended up being there because the director invited him to look at the new collection that you direct boss had picked, but he wanted it to be private, he wanted to enjoy it, and that's how the both of you ended up there, sitting on the floor of the museum admiring the work behind the main art piece.
“Now I understand, why he wanted me to look at it in person” he said with a smile “it is magnific, it was worthy escaping from the studio for this”
“I know, art can free you, it's like the whole world shut down for a minute and you can breathe” you said, genuinely happy, because he was really calm and easy to talk to, so you weren't nervous anymore, it was a success.
“Indeed” he said looking at you, you felt the warm in your face because of the way he was looking at you, he stood up and helped you too “It has been a pleasure Y/N, meeting you and the collection, I think now I am supposed to take a photo” You got frozen en place, his voice was deep and raspy, it got you flustered, you came back to your senses
“Y-yes, you do, gimme a minute to look for the camera” You said moving quickly.
You took various photos of him, he looked great in every single one, Namjoon was a handsome man, and on top of that he was so humble and easy, maybe you expectatives where in the low as soon as you heard the world VIP or maybe Namjoon was just different, he made your heart move faster.
While you were tidying up he approached you with a question,
“Y/N would you like to take a photo with me?” it surprised you , but you did not have the ability to say no.
He pulled you close, you didn't know what to do, and he noticed, so he just told you to smile, you did so, but only god knows how you ended up looking in that picture. After that he said his farewell, and you could see his bodyguards getting closer than they were before.
It was such an experience it shaked your life for the next days, you could only think of him and his strong scents, it was so good, like a forest, as the freshness of the summer, Namjoon really did a number on you, you googled half of his life in those days, and started to listing to his music, it was really good, now you understood even more his fame. At the moment that you thought that you were forgetting the flustered feeling that he led on you, he posted it, he posted the photo that he took with you, you had a start sticker on your face, and his caption left you thinking about him even more,
art can free you, the whole world shut down for a minute and you can breathe
Did he post that because of you? Did he?
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It was a normal thursday, you were in the subway on your way to work, thinking about the essay you had due this sunday, it was almost done, but you felt it was missing something, moonchild playing on your airpods. The day promised to be rainy, it always rained in seoul, but not in the sad depressing way it rained in London, Seoul’s rain was calm and nostalgic, sometimes it was full of rage. 
You didn't have much to do at work that day, the inauguration of the exposition was a success, you replied to the emails you had, sent some codes and updated the maintenance date of some artworks.
“Miss. Y/N, Mr. Park is asking to see you, if you could go to his office please” the voice caught you by surprise, it came from Mr. Shin, executive assistant of the museum director, the surprise was more in him coming directly to see you instead of sending you an email. Have something happened, did you mess up something…
You colleagues gave you strange and curious looks, it wasn't a normal situation, and their looks worked as a further confirmation. 
Walking through the administration hallways behind Mr. Shin, got you nervous, what could've gone wrong why are they calling you, are you fired? no, R.R.H.H would’ve called for that. Mr. Shin led you to the office door and retired, you could not bring yourself to knock at the door scared, but there was no other way of escaping it. You knocked on the door twice, until you heard a deep voice say, “Come in”
You opened the door using all your strength and calm “Good morning Mr. Park, how may I help-
You stopped on your word when you saw Namjoon sitting in the middle of the room, Mr. Park's office was big, two mauve sofas facing each other in front of the big brown desk, and Namjoon was seated in one of them looking at you with a smile.
“Hello ‘Y/N” his deep voice filling the room, “Please sit down’” he said signaling the sofa in front of him
You were frozen in your step, why was Namjoon there? you quickly got back to your senses, and greeted him sitting in front of him, you didn't know if the nervousness was visible, your hands were sweaty, while they rested on your knees.
“I know you got up here thinking you were going to see YoungJo, I am sorry for that, but I did not wanted to make a fuss, hope you understand” you nodded in comprehension, of course it was going to be worse if Kim Nam Joon came calling for you, it was already weird Mr. Park doing so.
“I'm going to be direct, would you like to work for me?” The shock was painted in your face “I want someone to curate some art pieces for my parents house, and for my house too, since our conversation last week, I feel that you would be perfect for it, we share the same art vision”
You couldn't say a word, he was waiting for your response, but since you stood there in silence he continue “Money is not the problem, nor is the time, please name your price and tell me when we can start working together”
“I-I, are you sure? wouldn't you like someone more professional for this? someone with more experience in the area” you muttered, still lacking the words.
“No” he said solemnly “I am not looking for experience or somebody with a name in this, I want you and your fresh views, I read your master thesis, and I know your working in your doctorate, as I said your vision is what I want, it amuse me”
“Can I think about it?” You said, but what was there to think.
“Of course” he said “Here look, this is my personal number, you can call me or add me to Kakao, and my agent number in case I don't respond, but it is unlikely” he handed you both of the cards, looking at your shocked face with a smile. “If someone asks, just tell them that YoungJo confused you with someone else, ok?”
You nodded, still feeling out of place, looking at his almond shaped eyes, he said goodbye and left, letting you there. You slowly stood up, and walked to your department, art acquisitions, as soon as you arrived your coworkers started whispering. You sat down keeping face, when you were about to start working, Anja, who seated next to you asked,
“Hey Y/N what was that about?” with curiosity flooding her face, you smile and said loud enough,
“It was nothing, looks like they were calling someone else and somehow they got to me” you said shrugging your shoulders, resting importance to it, with you saying that the whispering and the looks finished.
The rest of the day was normal, but you still could feel the nervousness in your gut, he read your thesis, and wanted you to help him curate art for his family house and his home, it feel surreal, to good to be truth, but if it was, the opportunity was amazing, Namjoon would become your first private client, the scholarship money was decent, and you pay wasn’t that bad, but you knew that whatever Namjoon would pay you would be enough to pay rent until you found a space in the campus dorms. You weren't sure yet, there wasn't a big reason to say no, but you felt insecure. What if your work does not live up to his expectations?
You arrived home putting those thoughts to rest, working on your assignments and studying your lectures, before you could realize it, it was already past midnight and you knew what you were going to say.
Hello Mr. Kim,
I would love to work with you, please let’s discuss terms and conditions.
Have a great day, “Y/N”
12:51 am
Looking at your phone screen maybe it was too short? but it didn't need any more it was concise, you hit sent, without realizing, that you did not programmed the text message to be sent at 9 in the morning, panicking looking at the screen, until those 3 hell looking dots started blinking,
Amazing, and yes I’ll have a great day ;)
knj
12:52 am
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And there you were the next day, in front of Namjoon’s workplace building, he asked you to come the next day to discuss the job requirements and pay, you set a 3PM meeting with him, going to the big doors of HYBE ent. you were nervous hand sweating approaching the reception, you'd feel the looks, but is not like you cared anymore, but maybe you should had hided your hair today, everyone at work was already use to it, but this was a new environment, the comfort of your usual places made you forget where you were.
“Hello good evening, I have a meeting” You say approaching one of the well groomed ladies in front of you, she looked you up and down, and say,
“Excuse you?” Your korean might not be the best, but it wasn't bad, now being here for almost 8 months it had clearly improved, you repeated yourself, and then she ‘understood’
“Ok, May I know the name of the person and their department please?” she said with a smirk in her face,
“I don't know his department, the name is Kim Nam Joon” she and the two ladies at her side looked at you like you were a rare species. 
“Are you sure of that?” She said with a shuckle, she wanted to laugh, it was clearly on her face.
“Yes I am sure, I wouldn't have come here if I wasn't” you said annoyed.
“Miss please, don't shame yourself in here, please go, or I'll be obligated to call security” the disgusted expression on her face saying everything you needed to know.
“Could you at least call him to verify?” keeping the last strand of politeness you asked.
“No. Please leave or I'll call security” she said standing up signaling the big crystal doors.
You were mad, not knowing what to do walking down to the doors, hearing his laughs and the looks of the people around, until of course your brain reacted, you were a smart girl after all,
Hello Mr. Kim I am already here
2:58 pm 
Ok, amazing please come to my studio they'll tell you the floor ;p
2:59 am
I am not being allowed, I went to the front desk and they asked me to go, should I?
3:00 pm
What? why? please dont leave, youre in the lobby right ill come to you
3:00 pm
You read the last text, still being mad but now you knew that namjoon actually wanted you there, you stood close to the door still with some of the looks in you, but they couldn't send you out, you haven't done anything and you could easily say you were going to the store. 5 minutes passed and you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket Namjoon was calling you.
“Hi Y/N? on what side are you?” his voice sounded agitated, as if he had run.
“Hello, yes, I’m close to the doors, I have a white cardigan and a brown plaid scarf” 
“I think I see you” and when he said that, you heard the commotion, there he was, his hair looking frizzy, like he had been passing his fingers through it. He had a pale green sweatshirt, a dark brown jacket and light brown trousers.
You heard the call finish, and he was getting closer to you, the people in the lobby were looking at him, and you were too but not with the same eyes. Namjoon looked so hot, he smiled at you, he was happy to see you and that calmed your heart.
“Hello Y/N, I thought you would leave” he said, extending his hand to you, you shaked hands with him.
“I almost did” you said, trying to conceal the discomfort in your voice.
“What happened, why couldn't you come in? it was just a call away” he said smiling to the people around you, you started walking with him and two bodyguards started walking at the sides.
“I explained that to the lady but she did not care to confirm that”
“Who?” the demanding tone clearly in his voice he stopped to look at you, his eyes waiting for an answer
“T-he lady with the ponytail” you mutter, namjoon’s eyes intimidate you.
“Is ok” he said, dragging you to the front desk, “Can I have a visitors pass for MY guest” he was clearly annoyed, and you were too, the face in the lady was priceless, she was between shock and disbelief, until she actually needed to talk,
“C-can I have some form of ID? " she asked, you opened your purse to take your passport, going directly to your work visa.
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Namjoon drove you to his studio, scanning his face on the door. The hallway to it was beautifully decorated with small and big art pieces, Namjoon really had a great taste, his studio was small but cozy, you could feel how he crafted every space himself, it screamed his whole personality. 
“Please sit down” he said and you did so “Before we begin I am obligated to made you sign a NDA, is just protocol” he said sitting in from of you handing you a folder
“Yes, I understand” you said, giving a quick read to the NDA, you signed because it was ok and handed it to him.
“Ok, perfect. Do you want something to drink? I’m making myself a coffee” he stood up waiting for your answer.
“Water would be fine”
“I don't like to beat around the bush Y/N, I want you to pick beautiful and meaningful pieces for me, I would do it myself” he brought a glass of water for you, while holding a cup of smoking coffee “But I am pretty busy right now and I like you, and your style. Your thesis in Seurat, was an enjoyable read, and I feel that your fresh vision would be perfect for what I want” He sat down in front of you taking a sip, you did the same, Namjoon made you nervous, his aura was intoxicating.
“I get it, still, I don't have a full experience curating, I might have the theory but I stick lack the practice” you said being honest
“I'm giving the practice to you, what about 15% for every piece you pick for me? " he said with a smile that made his dimples show up.
You smiled at him “What about 20%?” You smirked.
“25%, do we have a deal?” he put down his cup to look you directly in the eyes.
“W-we do.” you smiled at him nervously due to his gaze.
“You could've said 50% and I would have said yes. I just want you.” He said standing up, giving you his hand, his words made you lose your breath.
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from delululand with love, kive &lt;3
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