Love Language

Love Language

Summary: Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.  SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: it’s fucking explicit. 21+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both receiving), butt stuff (male receiving, its mild ass play during a blowjob don’t freak out), sex toys, angsty dumbass reader, sweet sweet patient saint of a man Yoongi 

Word count: 5,325

A/N: i’m sorry that nothing i write will ever be as good as Sorry, bae. Enjoy this mess anyway. ILY. 

He’s quiet. He’s always quiet. You’re a mess beneath him, all heavy panting and desperate pleas. He asks no questions, offers no endearments, the only sound he makes is his labored breath. You can barely tell when he cums. You have to watch him closely, try to catch that tick in his jaw before it happens. The only other tell is when his release starts dripping down your ass or if he goes soft. He doesn’t talk you through it, doesn’t tell you how good it feels. He’s quiet. This time is no different. You really should be used to it by now, but some small part of you sees it as failure. You wonder if he’s really enjoying himself more and more lately. He fucks you so good you can’t control the litany of filth spilling from your mouth, and somehow he remains stoic. His silence makes you feel self conscious. You tell yourself you’re not going to moan this time every time he sinks into your core. You never make it more than a few thrusts before you’re singing his praises. Doesn’t it feel that good for him?

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this is really fucked up but can you write something like your step brother fucking you in front of your parents? 💀

yes. yes I can. 💁‍♀️💕

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, hints of exhibitionism, risky/sneaky sex, choking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, daddy kink, creampie

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"You have no shame."

The words were murmured right into your ear as Jungkook pressed himself into your back. One, little drunken mistake has led to another, and before you knew it you were trapped. Icarus thought he could feel the warmth of the sun and bask in its light without falling. How silly it was of him to dream the wax holding his wings together could withstand the burning heat. How silly it was of you to dream the same the first time Jungkook kissed you.

The flames scorched you, and you landed deep in the possessive arms of the ocean, never to be let go. Never to walk on land again, where other people could take your attention and love away from him. As your lips sealed, so was your fate. You belonged to him. His ocean would keep you warm, sated, its floor filled with treasures and gold just for you. You never had to fear its storms or turbulent waters.

Unlike anyone who'd ever hurt you, or try to touch you the way he did. These poor souls were doomed to drown and stay damned forever, their bones serving as a warning and a reminder not to go near the treacherous waters.

His hands felt warm under the blanket, exploring your skin with a loving selfishness. Gentle waves rocking you back and forth.

"Absolutely no shame," he whispered.

He moved smoothly, thrusting deep inside you. Your cunt kept clenching, wet and hot, making his cock throb as he fucked you. His pants were soft in your ear, one hand wrapped tightly around your neck to keep you quiet. The couch creaked under you, the movie playing in the background serving as your only saving grace.

Jungkook was tired of sneaking around. Tired of pretending he didn't need you, tired of not being able to put his hands on you whenever he wanted. His mother was right around the corner; her soft humming and the clattering of dishes easily reached the living room, because the doors weren't even closed. Your father was asleep in the armchair across from you.

Jungkook couldn't care less.

He lay behind you and grinded into you while you held on to your blanket for dear life. You tried so hard to resist, but the moment he pushed his hips into your ass to hump you, you were a goner.

"Zero consideration for your poor father," Jungkook muttered mockingly.

The old man would probably have a heart attack if he witnessed his little girl being defiled, by her step brother no less. He could hear a whimper leave your throat, his movements slowing slightly. He released your neck and kissed your cheek.

"Are you embarrassed?" He whispered again. "Don't- shit. Don't be- mm, fuck. We both know who your real daddy is here, yeah?"

The clench he felt made him hiss, provided him with all the answers he needed and the motivation to resume his pace. He slipped two tattooed fingers into your mouth and pounded into you faster, the couch too narrow to allow him to pull all the way out. The tip of his thick cock rubbed all the right places inside you, his balls tightening when he felt you suck on his fingers.

"Yeaaah," he groaned softly. "Take it all like a good girl, you naughty fucking slut."

You shivered and moaned, the sound coming out muffled, but not muffled enough. Jungkook shoved his fingers deeper down your throat, instantly shutting you up. His pants were becoming harsher, his breath heavy and hot on your ear.

"F-fuck, I can feel that wet little pussy clenching so hard," he gritted. "Gonna come with me, baby?"

You nodded frantically, your legs tensing, your chest rising and falling unsteadily. Under the blanket, Jungkook tightened his free hand on your abused tit, trying so hard not to forget how easy it would be to get caught. But it was next to impossible when he was fucking you and it felt so good, so good that he just wanted to let go.

"I'm gonna come," he moaned lowly, his lips pressed into your ear. "I'm gonna come, fuck-"

His cock throbbed inside you, your walls squeezing it so tightly he could barely control himself as he filled you up, his cum shooting right into your twitching cunt. He could feel your thighs shake, your teeth biting down on his fingers. Quiet, raspy ahhhs flowed out of his mouth, higher in pitch for a moment before lowering to something like a grunt.

He stilled behind you, exhausted, pulling his fingers out of your wet, swollen lips. They came out wet as well, glistening with your spit. Jungkook let his head fall down on the couch, his cock still pulsing blissfully inside you.

"Shit," he breathed after a moment. He lifted his head again to press a warm, soft kiss into your lips. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah," you whispered.

Tenderly, he brushed your hair away from your face. Your beauty never failed to astound him, whether you were dressed up for a night out or just out of the shower. And he couldn't get enough of you, yet it was for many reasons; one of them being the closeness and connection he felt when he was inside you. Safety and pleasure, no storms brewing on the horizon.

It killed him not to be able to show you off. If he could, he'd strangle whoever married your parents. Or one of them.

Ah, so many decisions to make.

He settled behind you comfortably and wrapped an arm around your waist, keen ears quickly picking up on his mother's footsteps.

She peeked inside the living room.

"Dinner is ready! Get your father up, please, I still need to set the table."

Jungkook nodded, lifting himself up on one arm.

"Okay, mum."

She smiled at you both before exiting the room. Jungkook's cock twitched inside you.

"I got them a reservation at a restaurant for tomorrow," he muttered, brushing his lips across your cheek. "Daddy's gonna fuck you all night, reward you for being so fucking good. Yeah? You want that?"

You clenched again, making his breath hitch.

"Yes, daddy," you breathed.

Jungkook bit down on his lip. What his baby wants, his baby gets. It was that simple.

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Soft

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Your first morning with Yoongi reminds you of just how soft he is.

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: This is nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, I don't even know where I was going with this, but it is what it is. And yes, I'm daydreaming about foggy October mornings in the middle of July, it's my escapism, leave me alone.

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It was one of those quiet, early mornings when everything was still except for the occasional faded leaf drifting lazily past as you stared out the kitchen window, waiting for coffee to brew.

You didn't realize you weren't alone anymore until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your middle, making you smile instantly as Yoongi pressed his face into your shoulder.

"Morning." He said, voice gravely from sleep.

"Morning, you're warm." You hummed contentedly.

"You're cold." He said as his hands found yours, fingers already chilled by the morning air.

"Come back to bed." He breathed against your neck, pressing a sleepy kiss to your skin as he spoke, lips lingering longer than usual.

"I didn't realize you were so needy in the mornings." You mused.

"Is that a problem?" He asked.

"Nope, I could stay right here quite happily all day." You said, leaning back against him to further your point, making him chuckle.

"That can be arranged." He hummed, digging his fingers into your sides a bit to make you squirm.

It was moments like this with him when you couldn't fathom how some people had the view that Yoongi was a cold or indifferent person, when in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.

When you had first started dating, there had definitely been a level of shyness that almost bordered on standoffish, but you had quickly come to understand that it came from a place caution due to his past, but you'd been more than willing to work through it and wait patiently as he let down those walls one by one.

You remember the first time he invited you to his studio, watching him work, mouth drawn into a pout of concentration as his finger flew across the keyboard.

"You're staring." He said, shooting a side-long glance at you.

"So?" You asked. "You're pretty."

He didn't respond, choosing to keep his eyes on the screen in front of him, but you didn't miss the faint dusting of pink that crept across his face, making you grow more confident, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek, making him splutter out a surprised laugh.

"What was that for?" He asked, flustered.

"Nothing, I just wanted to." You shrugged, turning back to your phone leaving him staring at you, bemused.

Little moments had built up over the course of a few weeks, fleeting touches and pecks here and there, with his moves always seeming to be slightly wary, as if you'd run away if he wasn't careful, though you had absolutely no intentions of going anywhere.

The breaking point had finally come last night as you'd sat together as he voiced his frustrations about a current project he was struggling to finish.

"What do you usually do when you can't write?" He'd asked you.

"Drink." You chuckled, gesturing to the glass in your hand, making him snort. "Think about you."

"Noo!" His face scrunched up, making you laugh.

When you quieted though, you noticed his eyes lingering on you. You don't know what it was exactly that you said or did, but as he stared at you, you could see the final wall crumble as he suddenly leaned in to claim your lips.

At first, it was so soft and sweet, you could've cried from the way he held you, like you were made of glass, but when you deepened it, winding a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, you'd felt a tiny shiver ripple through him as he sucked in a shaky breath before caving entirely, pushing you back against the cushions as he chased after your lips.

"What?" You asked, looking up at him confusion.

Now, as you finally convinced him to venture out for a very late breakfast, you could see the subtle differences in his movements with and around you.

As the two of you walked along, he suddenly grabbed for your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

He just shook his head before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was still more than enough to leave you dazed by the time he pulled away.

"What was that for?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Just wanted to." He said with a smirk before continuing down the road, still holding your hand, you biting back a grin as you trailed after him.

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pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: yandere, mentions of violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, manipulation, corruption, mentions of somnophilia, praise, degradation, cockwarming, breast play, dirty talk, dom!jk but he's needy, (he's also a pervert), humping, creampie

It started out as an unconscious gesture; searching for your warmth. Hugs that lingered and limbs tangled together under the sheets on stormy nights. A primal yearning, seeping into his consciousness slowly; until sharing a bed became a normal occurance, no need for rain or thunder. Until exploring your skin under the cotton of your t-shirt no longer served to comfort you; but rather to feed the starving fire in his bones, prickling your skin with its heat. He always needed more.

It was so hard to think clearly through the fuzziness in your head, his own warmth filling you up; and the innocence lacing his lewd actions. A pretty, silken ribbon coiled around a snake.

"I love you," he'd whisper, "I want to be close to you. Is that so wrong?"

The words, so heavy, sank all the way into your skull, their weight slowly crushing your common sense; and all that was left were the raw, unfiltered instincts creeping beneath. In a way, Jungkook was right, wasn't he? And it wasn't like anyone would ever know...

You ended up disappearing deeper into that thought the more daring his touches became, the longer his hands lingered so intimately on skin that so clearly longed for them.

"I missed you so much... Couldn't wait to come home."

The whisper turned into a sigh, his hand brushing over your abdomen. A soft moan was muffled into your neck when his hips pushed forward, the drooling, swollen tip of his cock prodding against your slick entrance. He filled you up inch by inch, throbbing as you clenched around him, so fucking tight a dull bang sounded through the room before he was even halfway in. He paid no mind to his head hitting the headboard, hissing and squeezing your hip with an inked hand, eyes shut and stomach twisting hotly.

Unfortunately — or fortunately, at this point, who knew — hearing the gentle quiver in each breath Jungkook took for some reason only made you clench harder.

"Ahh—" a weak, breathy, little groan that made his voice break. "F-fuck.. Please stop, baby..."

You pressed your face into the pillow, trying to stifle the whimper pushing past your throat. His hands lowered down to your thigh, holding you open with ease so he could slide in deeper, make you take it all before his hips finally touched yours.

You've spent many nights spooning like this, eyelids heavy and fingers intertwined. At first, Jungkook obediently kept his touches limited to caressing your thighs and tummy, decorating them with mindless patterns.

Until that, too, was not enough.

Every night he buried himself inside you, he found it harder and harder not to cross the line — and you found it harder not to fall apart. "You feel so good," didn't suffice anymore; neither did the gentle, appreciative way he felt your body. He needed more. And who could blame Jungkook with the way your cunt gripped his cock, dripping wet and heavenly warm, like it was made for him.

"So perfect."

His palm roamed your thigh, getting dangerously close to the curve of your ass.

"So perfect for me," he whispered softly. "Must feel so empty in the mornings, huh? Pussy so pretty gaping after I leave— ah."

It would have looked even prettier with his cum spilling out of it, but the thought turned to dust the moment he felt you react to his words, the pulsing around his thick girth drawing a groan out of him. The corner of his lips twitched upwards lazily, his eyes falling shut.

You felt like you couldn't breathe.

Being inside you was meant to serve a purpose; to comfort and relax. You never thought Jungkook actually looked at you, let alone while you were unconscious, and the admission made the room around you spin in hazy circles.

"Filthy," he murmured, his fingers finding rest on your ass and squeezing.

You gasped, squeezing him right back, and Jungkook wasn't sure how much longer he could stay still, the heat blazing through him too consuming.

"Shh, shh, shh, baby," he tried to soothe, one hand reaching to envelop your own. "Doing so good. Such a good girl."

Nuzzling your neck, he helped your heartbeat slow down a little, his embrace solid; leading you straight back towards the safety zone.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

While grateful for the offered distraction, you shook your head, wishing for nothing more than to finally fall asleep. For a moment, it was silent, and it almost seemed like Jungkook had the same idea.

Then, his lips inched towards your ear and you felt him twitch inside you.

"Wanna make one?" He breathed.

Your eyes shot open, stomach turning. Jungkook felt you tense up in his arms, and for some reason it turned him on to see you struggle, thrown from your safety zone into the deep water.

"What if my cute, little sister got stuck under the couch? Or t-the table—ohh fuck—"

He couldn't quite finish the sentence, his dick beating as hard as his heart as your walls constricted.

"Jungkook!" you tried, though your voice barely rose above a choked whisper.

He hummed in response, brushing his nose along the nape of your neck.

"You started it."

How?

You didn't get a chance to ask. His hand sneaked under your shirt again, shamelessly sliding up to cup your breast. Tingles crept up your spine, making it arch beautifully, and Jungkook groaned at the slight movement.

"I mean, how filthy are you, baby? You find out I lift the sheets every morning to look at your little cunt while you're sleeping, and you clench around me like a bitch in heat."

He couldn't deny the ache shooting through his stiff cock as he taunted you in a whisper, goosebumps flooding his skin. Not once in his life has he ever spoken to you like this before; maybe that was one of the reasons for the bubbling heat unfurling in his stomach. Maybe that was the reason for the way your thighs quivered as well.

"I felt you then, too," he groaned, rolling your nipple in between the tips of his fingers. "Is that what you want? To get stuck under a couch and fucked by your brother?"

The next roll turned into a pinch. Arousal made you burn from head to toe, and for a reason you couldn't fathom the shame worked like gasoline, making the fire spread quicker. You were struggling to breathe again, too hot under the sheets.

"I'm starting to see a pattern here... You like being treated like some mindless toy? You wanna be a little doll for me?"

You were meant to stop him, say his name, but it came out as a pathetic moan, and you felt yours eyes water. It was a mix of mortification and the intense need pulsing in between your thighs, the kind you've never felt before, the kind you knew you shouldn't feel at all when it came to your stepbrother.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook slowly began to pull back; dragging every thick inch of his cock through your walls slowly, until only the tip remained inside.

The moment he parted from you completely, you instantly felt his absence. There was no better time to say something than now, when your ability to form sentences wasn't completely blurred by lust.

"Jungkook," you tried again in a whisper, swallowing, "please, stop using that word when you're—" a gasp cut you off when he flipped you onto your back, leaning his muscular arms on either side of your head.

Even in the darkness of your bedroom, it was impossible not to notice how fucked out he looked, smirking down at you.

"What word?" He murmured, unceremoniously lifting your shirt.

Your heart jumped, hand flying down to try to cover your chest, but he caught your wrist and slammed it against the pillow.

"What word?" He repeated. As if he needed to ask. As if he didn't feel you squirm every time he used it. "Sister?"

While you were trying to process the situation, heart beating out of your chest, he lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around a hardened nipple, sucking. A veiny hand reached to fondle the other breast and you moaned softly, eyelids fluttering. Jungkook grunted in response, dark gaze flickering up to your face. It was a sinful sight, the feeling even more so, his tongue so hot and wet as it flicked against the bud. But your hesitation must have shown, because after a moment he pulled away and caressed your face instead.

"Don't act so innocent, baby. You think I don't notice how you don't even need to touch yourself to let me inside? Just seeing my cock gets your panties wet. Besides," he leaned in closer, staring into widening eyes. "That's what you are, aren't you?"

There was a look in his eyes you haven't seen before; something possessive that prompted you to nod and agree, despite the nervousness buzzing through you.

Jungkook purred, rubbing his nose against yours.

"Then be a good little sister," he whispered, "and spread your legs for me."

A tremble went through your spine, and you found yourself doing just as he asked. It earned you a tender kiss on the cheek, then another. He loved you so much. Was is it so wrong that he loved you? No, and he would continue to assure you that there was nothing wrong with you loving him either.

Biting down on his lip, he grabbed his hard cock and gave it a pump, then two, shuddering when it touched the warmth of your cunt.

He felt his abdomen tense, keeping eye contact as he began pushing himself into the welcoming softness of the tight hole. He's never kissed you before, but his lips were practically on yours, brushing your mouth and releasing hot, short puffs of air. Swallowing harshly when he bottomed out, he felt the moan that escaped you, felt your hole twitching around him, greedy and so much wetter than when the night began.

"G-god," he forced out, fighting back a groan. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder.

"I love you so fucking much, y-yeah. I'm so fucking hard. Always m-make me so fucking—ah—hard. So pretty."

He was so drunk on you, his words were beginning to slur. Warmth tingled through your chest in crashing waves. His hand went back to kneading your breasts, any traces of gentleness gone and replaced by need. He lifted himself up to look, fascinated by the way your body reacted when he twisted and abused your nipple. He could have came just from this, from the view under him and the feeling of your perfect pussy. And fuck, he wanted to come so bad.

"Fuck," he finally groaned, barely conscious of the little grinding movement his hips began to make. You were getting lost in the pleasure, your hips lifting subtly to aid his in gaining friction.

Immediately, mindlessly, his grinding became faster, his cock rubbing against your walls so well and reaching so deep you knew you were going to come; and he wasn't even fucking you properly.

"Ohh fuck, baby— need you so much, please."

You heard him sniffle, the mattress squeaking beneath you.

"Please let me come. I need to come."

"Jungkook," you breathed, "I, I—" your stomach tightened, the tension in it so close to bursting.

Was this wrong? It didn't feel wrong; Jungkook always said that it's okay to have a special bond, that it's okay to feel good, it's your business. And you knew you weren't connected by blood, but you were still connected by family ties.

"A-are you still on the pill?" He asked brokenly, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah, I— am, oh—"

With a low groan, he humped you faster, making your legs stiffen around him.

"Can I come inside? Need to come inside. Need to fill this sopping fucking cunt."

You whined, hiding your face in his neck, a tiny part of you still aware that your parents were home, asleep. At this point though, it didn't really matter anymore. You wanted to feel him come so badly; you wanted to feel him fall apart with you.

"Yes, please," you whispered breathlessly, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. "Come inside me."

The moan he let out was obscene, but you didn't get a chance to beg any more; your vision became blurry and you couldn't hold back any longer if you tried. His hand slapped over your mouth just in time to muffle the scream that broke through, his teeth biting harshly into your shoulder to dull his the desperate sounds of his own orgasm. His hips stilled, dick twitching and shooting rope after rope of cum until his mind went numb.

You've never felt this sated before; so full and complete, lost in the bliss. It took a while for Jungkook to gather up the strength to lift himself up, but you didn't mind at all, his weight on you adding to the comfort and the butterflies still swarming around your tummy. What caught your attention was the silky lips touching your own; a chaste, loving kiss, the first one he dared to give you, making your heart pound.

"I'm all yours. Are you mine?"

Not that he needed to ask; of course you were his. He'd sever someone's arm before letting them even think of putting a finger on you. But he did need to hear you say it. He needed you to know that you belonged to him only, that no one else was allowed to do the things he did to you. And you sighed, so sweetly, whispering your answer straight into his mouth.

"Only yours."

Eyes hooded, Jungkook stared at your beautiful face, peace taking over your features. You were already falling asleep, and he could barely keep his eyes open, even though arousal still stirred in groin. He came so much it drained most of his strength, but he'd be able to sneak into your bed again. And this time, you'd let him give it to you properly, you'd beg for it like you begged for his cum. You'd let him fuck you again and again until you were so dumbed out on orgasms and love, you'd barely question waking up in a new apartment he rented for you to share.

Your parents wouldn't question it either; they'd have no reason to. Wasn't it just heartwarming for siblings to be close?

just saw your post and i’m excited. can you please write a taehyung x reader one. pseudo incest and dubcon and manipulation <3

lmao I'm so sorry everyone

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: intoxication, dub con, soft manipulation + corruption, pseudo incest, praise, degradation (only a little), creampie, tae is basically an angel (with horns)

"Easy there, baby."

You breathed in and out slowly, leaning on Taehyung while he sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He crouched down in front of you, searching your glassy, unfocused eyes with concern.

"How much did you have to drink?"

A few seconds passed. His expression darkened into disapproval as he watched you struggle to remember the answer to his question.

"A- a bit too much," you concluded at last.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that party."

"Taehyung, stop," you protested weakly. "You're not my father."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Then how about I go and get your father? I'm sure he'll be delighted to know that while he's working his ass off to get his daughter through college, she's busy sneaking out and drinking."

"That's not true," you whispered, but you were starting to feel queasy and it had nothing to do with the alcohol in your system.

"So I can tell him, then?" Taehyung asked. The tone of his voice was innocent, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes, like toying with you brought him some sick sense of satisfaction.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, capable of doing nothing more than shaking your head in answer.

Taehyung sighed. He reached out to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

"I just worry about you. I want what's best for you. You know that, right?"

He pressed a kiss into your cheek when you nodded and straightened up, proceeding to unbutton his black shirt. Your heart flipped in your chest. All of a sudden the spell broke, and you found the ability to voice your thoughts again.

"What are you doing?"

He slipped the silky material off his toned shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

"You need to wash up, baby," he said simply, leaning down to wrap an arm around you. "Here, let me help you."

Confusion made you feel so small next to him. You didn't protest when he lifted you up. But when his fingers grazed your thighs and he began lifting the hem of your dress, you squirmed, placing your hands on his chest.

"I can do it myself, Tae."

You tried to push him off you, though it was clear you were in no state to fight him. He arched an elegant brow.

"You can barely stand right now."

You shook your head, clumsily trying to stop his hands from reaching your dress again.

"Stop, you shouldn't-"

"I shouldn't what?" Taehyung questioned. His dark eyes burned into yours, his hands giving your thighs a squeeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I just want to take care of you, baby," he said, his voice so soothing it was almost hypnotic. "Isn't that what brothers do? Take care of their little sisters?"

You didn't understand why, but you froze. It might have been the tenderness in his voice, or the way his touch spread a wave of heat through your core. Either way, this time when he lifted your dress, you didn't try to stop him, and he rewarded your compliance with a kiss to your neck. It made your knees buckle.

He wrapped an arm around your waist again and pulled you close.

"Good girl."

You let him unclasp your bra. It joined his shirt on the floor, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable to the hunger in his eyes. At the very back of your mind, even with the liquor buzzing through you, you knew he should have looked away. But he stared openly as he pulled down your underwear, drinking in every new inch of uncovered skin like it was his holy grail.

You had no choice but to let him lead you into the shower. He was right; your knees felt too weak to hold up the weight of your own body, although you weren't quite sure if that could be blamed on the alcohol alone. The pressure of the water streaming down your skin was a pleasant rush. You closed your eyes, letting it wash over you. It was easier to bear the touch of Taehyung's hands in complete darkness. Like you could hide away from the mortification that came with getting wet as he held you against him. You couldn't help it; you were pressed together too intimately in the rising steam of the shower. His jeans did little to hide the hard on you could feel pressing into your lower back.

His breathing grew shallow by your ear as he poured soap onto your shoulders. He massaged it into your arms with great care, moving towards your neck softly.

"Good girl," he whispered again, wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat. He stroked it a few times, applying light pressure. The sensation made your pussy throb with an intense heat. It felt like he was rewarding you for being compliant in something so deviant; thanking you for letting him take advantage of you, so sweetly, fine hands wrapping around your breasts to touch them and knead them.

"Taehyung," you moaned, "I don't think-"

"You don't need to think," he tsked, biting on your earlobe. You shivered. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?"

His hand began a slow descent down your stomach. You clenched your thighs, a gush of wetness flowing down the flushed skin. He parted your swollen lips and found your clit, rubbing into it immediately with the pad of his finger.

You flinched in response to the touch, but Taehyung tightened his arm around you, trying not to groan at how wet you were for him.

"I'm just making sure you're clean, baby," he murmured hotly against your skin. Your hips buckled, the speed of his fingers increasing as he continued to rub you, relishing in the soft whines that were leaving your throat.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Take it just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to protest, shaking your head weakly, but your pussy dripped under his sinful ministrations, your spine tingling as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Almost done, baby," Taehyung reassured. "Almost done. Gotta make sure you're all nice and clean."

Your knees knocked against each other when your thighs shuddered, the tension in your stomach snapping and making you gush. He finally let himself groan into your ear, watching your pussy tremble under his fingers intently.

"Good girl."

He kissed your shoulders, then turned to grab some shampoo, taking his time to wash your hair. The feeling of his fingertips on your scalp could have lulled you to sleep, especially after he's just made you come. You sighed, all previous tension in your body gone, replaced by the warmth of his touch. It reminded you of your childhood, when he would wipe your tears away and kiss your skinned knees. With the way he was acting, you would have wondered if everything that happened moments ago was nothing more than a screwed up dream; but the pulsing in between your thighs was a real enough reminder. He must have sank all the way into your bones, because you could feel him everywhere, your skin tight with the heat he consumed you with.

He led you out of the shower and dried you first, not paying attention to his wet hair or jeans. He probably didn't even realize how good he looked, down on one knee, muscles on display as he rubbed your calf gently with a soft towel. For the first time in your life you found yourself admitting to wishing that his mum had never met your father, for the simple, selfish reason of being able to feel freely now, without guilt or doubt lurking in your ribs.

Taehyung didn't have such an issue. It didn't bother him in the slightest what title or whose surname you carried. What did it matter? You were happy being close to each other, and he made sure to keep an eye on anyone that had anything to say about it. No person, law or god was going to get in the way of this for him. Whether he had to get rid of a random stranger, your best friend, or take you far away from your parents never to be seen again. He's loved you for as long as he could remember.

You let him dress you and put you to bed, like a little girl. The strangest thing was that it didn't feel out of place at all. And when he left your side to turn off the light, you couldn't stand the aching longing that drummed in your chest. You fell apart under his touch like a house of cards; and now when his hands weren't on you something felt missing. You wondered when he managed to sneak this deep into your heart.

You knew he would probably be coming into bed with you. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but it certainly was for how he crawled underneath the covers right on top of you, settling himself in between your thighs. Now clad in just a white, cotton shirt and briefs, his hair already dry, he looked so soft. You didn't get to admire it, though, because your stomach was dropping rapidly, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him resting against your core; thick, heavy and rock hard.

You were so damn cute to think that the night was over.

Your hands reached to steady themselves over his shoulders. You pushed at them, all to no avail. Might as well have been pushing a boulder. Unmovable.

"Taehyung-"

He shushed you, covering you both up with the sheets, like that made what was going on underneath all okay. A burst of warmth flooded through your system when he pressed his lips to yours, July fireworks exploding behind your eyelids.

"Don't you trust me, baby?" He whispered. "I took care of you, didn't I?"

The experimental thrust that followed was deliciously sinful. His bulge rubbing up against you made your stomach jolt.

"You'll take care of me too, won't you?"

"Taehyung-"

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you again. This time his tongue invaded your mouth to taste you. He moaned into the kiss, like he just got something he's been waiting for longer than you could have imagined.

You melted under him, and as soon as you did his hips started rutting into you, his clothed cock twitching against your cunt. You mewled, the heat in your body becoming too overbearing when he pulled away to slide his briefs down in a hurry.

"Wait, wait!" You cried. Might as well have been talking to a boulder. He couldn't hear you at all.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, wasting no time in chasing the long awaited skin to skin contact. His eyes were stuck on your pink, glistening cunt as he palmed his cock. You placed your hand on your chest, willing to calm the erratic pounding of your heart. He was so pretty, but so thick.

With a hiss, he placed his shaft against your bare, swollen lips, sticky with arousal.

"You're so fucking tiny," he gritted. His cock jumped at the observation, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. You whimpered, your fingers curling around his biceps, like you still wanted to push him away despite how much you ached for his touch. This was so wrong in so many ways.

"Baby," he pleaded raspily, sucking a pretty bruise into your neck, a mess of teeth and tongue. "Let me put it in, yeah? Just the tip, I promise. Just the tip."

The constant pulsing in your core increased in intensity, arousal flowing out of you and covering Taehyung's cock all over. You could feel him twitch in response. He wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it against your clenching hole. The pressure felt divine.

"I just want to feel you, I promise."

He was breathless, his brows furrowed in concentration. He slid a few inches forward, the heat of your cunt enveloping the flushed, leaking tip snugly.  He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. Despite the fact that he continued to hump you, he never dared to slide in deeper, teasing you with a taste of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back.

"Mm, doesn't that feel good, baby?" He inquired. "Imagine how good it would feel if I slid all the way in. You'd be so full."

You moaned into his neck, shaking your head but spreading your thighs wide open, making him gasp above you.

"Good girl. I'll just - fuck," he swore, pushing himself deeper into you. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.

Taehyung bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. His strokes were soft, like those of a lover. So soft they didn't match the dirtiness of his actions.

"Not... Not fucking you, baby," he stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure. "Just- just need some relief. I'm not gonna come," he groaned. "Fuck, yeah," the words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. "F-fuck, I promise, baby. I won't come."

You whined, your head almost hitting the headboard as his thrusts sped up, rocking you deep into the mattress. You had given up in your attempts to stop him, only one thing stuck on your mind besides the pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't- don't come inside," you stammered, arching your back to let him hit you deeper. But combined with the request that only made Taehyung groan again. He leaned his forehead on yours, entwining your fingers. With his free hand he held on to your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

"I know you want me to fill you up," he whispered in between rushed, shallow breaths. "Gonna make you all mine, angel. And you'll take it all."

You tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.

"Oh f-fuck," he grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release years of pent up tension all down your tiny pussy, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.

"Come for me," he breathed out unsteadily, his hand slipping in between your bodies so he could start rubbing your clit again. "Be a good, little fuck toy. I know you want to."

He muffled your cries with a messy kiss, the thumping of the headboard against the wall growing frantic as you tightened around his cock. From the moment he sank inside you, he knew; nothing could ever compare to the wet, heavenly heat of your cunt, gushing and spent, all because of him. He followed you into oblivion with a deep, drawn out groan let out into your mouth. Releasing inside you felt even better; his cock twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body like he has spent years engraving himself into your soul.

He slipped out of you with a wince, sensitive but missing your warmth so much already. His chest heaved, hot breath washing over your face as he examined it.

"Good?" He asked.

You were so starry eyed, your cheeks flushed, but only an affirmative, incoherent mumble left your lips. Taehyung smiled, humming, pressing sweet kisses into your sweaty face.

"You're all mine now."

You sighed, your eyes shutting. You were already floating somewhere in between reality and dreams. It felt like he had hold on both dimensions, seeping into every corner your existence had even so much as ghosted with its presence.

You felt him cuddle up to you, wrapping both arms around your waist. You never felt as secure as you did when Taehyung held you; and if he got up and left after what just happened, you didn't think you could bear it. It was too late to feel guilty; you had fallen right into his trap some time ago, so steadily and slowly you didn't even notice. There was no denying these facts now, or the call of his heart to yours. A full moon that awakened all of his senses and gave him purpose, the only thing that has ever blessed his unholy soul.

In the morning he'd kiss your shame and worries away until you'd cry and beg him to fuck you again. He'd start taking you out on secret dates, making plans to pull you closer, step by step, until you were addicted to his mere presence. Just like he was to yours. Why still live with your parents, baby? Just move in with me. Don't you want more freedom? I'll take care of everything.

And you trusted him to do so. In the end, Taehyung always wanted what was best for you. And who'd know better than an older brother?

Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt - pjm

⇢ another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

Genre/warnings: smut, 18+! ‘enemies’-to-lovers, swearing, semi-public smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, honestly at this point a sweat kink, multiple orgasms, light choking, some spitting, unprotected sex, creampie.

Words: 14.2k lol

A/N: well hello! I’m back baby, and to celebrate i had to exorcise some Jimin demons. Did i talk about him sweating a lot? Yes. Did i use my favourite pic of him for the header? Also yes. Don’t @ me, i already know. I hope you enjoy!!!

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