I Think I Prefer Writing In First Person For Longer Stories But Its Been Cool Writing In Second Person

I think I prefer writing in first person for longer stories but it’s been cool writing in second person since the first Jimin smut 🦇 Have a great week everyone! ( I still may post this week)

Good morning, I’ve gotten pretty bad family news yesterday and recently I haven’t been feeling it mentally still. I will not promise a story or posting schedule rn but I will post when I can work up the courage to write again. Thank you for sticking with me again…ILY☆ -dubu

uh oh

New year, time for a rebrand? Goodbye smutlvrrr, hello byuljoonie

231211 - bts on twitter: go and come back safely 💜 fighting 💜

Virgo’s Groove // knj (preview)

pairing: dom!namjoon x fem!reader

genre: hard smut, drabble

warnings: you’ll see when it comes out 🕴🏾

note: I miss my man so last post of the year! Thank you all so much for supporting me and my writing I pray you have an abundant and peaceful new year! anyways enjoy lovelies. -dubu♡

You turned over in your bed annoyed that you were spending this Sunday night alone. You let out a frustrated huff, slapping your weighted comforter like it was the reason for your conundrum. You missed your fiancé.

Namjoon was out with his friends for a boy’s night and you were lonely to say the least. You tried doing skincare, watching a movie, and maybe even masturbating once or twice.

Nothing satisfied you, you threw your toy back in the drawer, thinking of what Joonie could be doing to you. His fingers trailing down your body, his pillow soft lips kissing your weakest spots, and the way he’d whisper the nastiest words in your ear.

Ugh, I’m gonna text him. You thought out loud, grabbing your phone from his side of the bed. You turned over to lay on your stomach, tapping his icon in your messages.

I miss you Joonie. Your heart palpitated at your first attempt of persuasion, following your message with a handful of hearts. The bubble message popping up immediately showing he was typing.

What’s wrong baby? He sat his drink on the bar, tapping his ring covered finger to the rhythm of the blues song playing in the background. His friends were laughing loudly, clearly inebriated in the laid-back space.

You placed the phone in front of you, snapping a close range selfie that intentionally showed your low cut top in frame. Just need you home Daddy, you captioned the photo sending it quickly. You needed to get him home, the feeling between your legs wasn’t going to dissipate.

His eyes widened slightly at your message, smirking at his phone in delight. He looked over his shoulder at a table near the window, eyeing his group of buzzing degenerates. His phone began to vibrate in his hand, your face and name covering his screen.

“Princess?” He answered deeply, clearing his throat of the desperation that lingered in the shadows.

“Baby come over…” you whined charmingly, laying your head on the cold comforter. Listening to his breathing through the phone you patiently waited for an answer, smiling when you heard shuffling and the distance sound of goodbyes.

“On my way.”