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signing off

to all the people who are still here 💕

hello!! so I've been away for almost a year now (more if I count) and I've realised that everything that has happened in the past one year has changed a lot of me and my life!!

updates: I have a full time job now and have got closer to people in my life than I was ever before! i have stopped writing (as you can assume from this very ill-framed message) and no longer listen to k-pop in general. still respect all the artists I have once loved so dearly, but no longer a huge fan of k-pop!

so, as all things run their course over time, my time on Tumblr has OFFICIALLY come to an end! I will no longer be returning to this blog ever :)

the blog will be deactivated within a month - and also all of my other blogs (svt/gfx/rec).

I've loved my time over here and this whole community will always hold a special place in my heart!! so thankful for all the friends I've made and all the readers who have supported me and loved me as they helped me grow! fortunately I never had a single off-putting moment on this site, so I'm signing off on a veryyy happy note!

if you still want to ready my works, a bunch will be posted on my ao3 ie arkiveworks and if you wanna keep in touch with me, send me an ask nd I'll send you my discord !!!

thankyou and goodbye 😇

crush hour (m) || jhs

pairing : hoseok x reader

genre : smut, pwp(lol)

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : You need to reward your boyfriend for his latest collab with the best gift. Your mouth.

word count : 987

warnings : ahem. ahem. lessgo. blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rush hour jhope (basically jhoe), swearing, kissing, a lil bit crying?, v v lil mentions of anal, no penetrative sex cuz reader would like to make him cum once more (not mentioned in the drabble lol), jhope tears the readers top, does he?? lmao his tongue keeps on peeking out tho ;)

author's note : wow right? i mean omg i can't stop listening to this damn bop!! and jhope switching into jhoe !!! this whole drabble was so quick and the main trigger was literally this damned tiktok. anyways unedited and written on a whim, as always ;)

mood : rush hour - jhope & crush

m.list | taglist

Jung Hoseok never failed to take your breath away.

This time, he was literally doing so.

"Oh my god Y/N."

You hum around his dick and he groans again. With his cock lodged inside your mouth and breathing erratic, Hoseok moans for his life.

He had been working on this collaborative single for a while now. He had never let you listen to even a second of it, giving some reasons like I can't let you listen to it because of the privacy reasons of the label and my collaborator and blah blah blah. He has mumbled something about it being a surprise too and god was he honest. Because the song that filtered out the speaker had your insides churn with an unknown pleasure and your mouth almost screamed to get him inside you. It was indeed, the sluttiest surprise.

And so here you are, in your living room, with his dick in your mouth.

You swipe your tongue over his painfully hard shaft and he jerks forward, stuffing himself deeper inside you. Your tongue tastes his pre-cum dripping down his length inside your mouth and you moan around his dick as you bob your head up and down him.

He moans your name and his hands immediately grab your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail and helping you move even more faster, and deeper.

"You always take me so well baby." his breathy voice sends butterflies to your stomach and you detach yourself from him, using your hands to spread the slick of your saliva and his pre cum all over his shaft.

"I want to give you a gift, hobi. You did so well." you look up at him through your lashes and he sucks in a shaky breath as his hips buck forward.

He slowly fucks himself in your hand and you sing out praises, watching him get impossibly hard, with his tip an angry red and veins wilding.

"Don't, don't do that."

"What?" you kiss his tip teasingly.

"T-that. Don't t-tease me baby. Either take me in or stop. I can't wai-" you take him in your mouth again before he could even finish his sentence.

He grasps your hair harder and you jerk forward, your nose brushing his small tickly hair and he moans so loud, you feel your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing due to the pleasure of his sounds.

"Yeah, like that. Such a good girl."

You nod eagerly and happily at his words, tears almost spilling out of your eyes as his dick hits the back of your throat and you still move your head with the perfect rhythm, pace, and lust.

His moves turn languid and he caresses your scalp, when his cock twitches in your mouth and the tears fall out for real. You look up at him, your vision blurry and feel your heart skip a beat.

With his tongue peeking out just a little, resting atop his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure adorned by the yellow shades which are a little askew but still oh so fucking hot on him. His chest heaving, breathing quick and cheeks flushed red, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there for hours. Especially with those black, luscious hair of his sticking to the nape of his neck due to the sweat trickling down his form.

"I'm gonna cum."

Heart soaring and ass sticking out for him, you gladly cup his balls and give them a squeeze, all while moving your tongue skillfully like a master. He gives in to your touch in the next few seconds, spilling his load into your mouth.

He moans heavenly, breathily and your pussy gushes with arousal, nipples hardening against the material of your skimpy top. For what feels like hours, he spurts ropes of his cum and you obediently, hornily, swallow it all.

When he finally stops, you remove your mouth from his dick and stick out your tongue for him to see that you have swallowed it all. It's that which spurs him to hastily pull you up by your arms and smash his lips onto yours. He grimaces a little at the taste of his cum but nevertheless sticks his tongue into your mouth fiercely.

The kiss was walking on no tightrope, and you had completely tripped down the rope, into the pits of destruction, crushed by the feeling of Hoseok feeling you through his hands on your ass, groping the flesh and kneading it.

"You will be the death of me one day." he says and kisses your chin, trailing them towards your collarbone.

"I am already crushed by you."

He laughs and grabs your ass tightly.

"This thing was taunting me so much when you were on your knees, baby. I want to fuck that hole of yours so bad."

"Mhm but not before I get you to come again. In my mouth." you grab his hair as he reaches your breastbone and nips at the skin, moaning at your words.

"Maybe next time. But for now-" his words are cut short by his actions as he suddenly grabs the top of your strapless crop top and tears it down, in one quick motion, your boobs spilling out and you gasping loudly.

"Oh my god, Hobi."

He grabs one of your tits in his hands and kneads the boob softly, your nipples erect and hard.

"Yeah, you have rewarded me enough. Now it's my turn."

He flicks his thumb over your nipple and you whimper in his hold, jerking a bit forward and noticing he is semi hard, again.

"F-for?"

"For being the perfect crush." he takes that nipple between his lips and you shudder.

"I thought you loved me."

"But I have a crush on you too."

You both laugh in sync as he pulls you inside the bedroom and true to his words, he rewards you all night.

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yeah, like this? (m) || myg

pairing : yoongi x fem!reader

genre : smut, pwp

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : your boyfriend lures you to the couch of his studio just by a single look.

word count : 845

warnings : swearing, kissing, penetrative protected sex, clit slapping, hair tugging (i mean, ofc), marking, yoongi in this selca is BAD.

author's note : ha ha ha. are we surprised anymore? ik ik i almost came up with smth fluffy too but decided on this instead. thanks to nix @highly-functioning-mitochondria and meg @yoongukie-ff but we will get that one also !! and someone get a hold on me cause i CANT seem to stop myself from writing smth everytime this man posts like hello sir?? we are already on our knees. anyways. unedited and written on a whim as always.

mood : sweat - zayn

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"Yoongi, ah." you whine as he holds your waist tightly and your fingers graze the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, doll?" he grunts and thrusts his hips, making you a whimpering mess in his hold.

He brings a hand between your legs, to where your bodies are joined and slaps your clit as you shudder and weave your fingers through his hair, tightly tugging at the strands you love oh so dearly.

"Please." you moan.

"Please what? I need words." he smirks and you roll your hips over his, tipping your head back when he comes forward to feast on the soft skin of your neck.

He kisses it and sucks, his tongue peeking out to glide over the points he knows all too well. You increase your pace as you feel his ministrations make your entrance even slicker, making it easy for him to move inside you.

"Please, move faste- aah." he bucks his hips up as his cock hits your g-spot and all your words die in your throat.

"Yeah, like this?"

You feel devoured and he looks ravenous. Your hands move through his locks and he moans, as you angle your body in a way so that he repeatedly hits all your sweet spots.

"Mhm." you try to answer when he brings you forwards and locks you in place with his hands wounded around your waist tightly. He then starts to carry out your request and you'd be lying if you say you didn't feel your soul leave your body.

He is fucking into you at a pace that has you crying, resting your forehead onto his as you see his parted lips and flush cheeks, eyebrows knit in concentration and chest rising and falling incredibly fast. You know you are in the same state and when he looks up at you with the feeling of lust mixed with love, his gaze gentle but dark enough to shake your insides, you moan and capture his lips with yours.

They move slowly, taking their time, at first and you feel his cock move languidly, but still perfectly bringing you nearer to the edge. Soon, it's all teeth and tongue and he bites on your lower lip as he once again starts moving faster.

"Oh my god, this pussy will," he moans at your lips and you feel the shivers make your already full entrance throb.

"Yeah?" you close your eyes and kiss his forehead, rather sloppily.

"Will take my life one day. It's so perfect."

You feel the knot tighten at his words and you grip him tightly, knowing you'll form bruises on his neck. His white shirt rides up a not-so-decent amount when he moves his hips on the couch, ramming into you, and you feel yourself almost drooling.

"Just. Like. You.", he punctuates each sentence with a thrust and you finally break down for good, coating his cock with your cum and your cheeks with your tears.

Your eyes roll back into your head from the intensity of your orgasm as you all but see white in front of your closed lids, the object of your affection, or if you may say, cause of your ruined state, still moving inside you, and at last with a final thrust and moan, spilling inside the condom.

You both stay in the same position for a while, reveling in the after effects and the euphoric state of the mind-blowing session you just had.

From the session you remember, your boyfriend was having a rather stressful recording session when he lured you into his studio and in that goddamn couch with a selca from an angle you were seeing him from now.

You look over your shoulder and see the daw open on his pc with some channels sporting an audio clip. You look back at him and see him already looking at you with a fucked out expression, same as yours. He brings your face down to his and kisses your nose, moving to pull out from you.

You grimace as you stand up from his now softening cock and slide down beside him on the couch, your top stained with sweat and panties and jeans strewn about on the floor.

"Don't you have to complete this track by tomorrow?" you laugh when you see him make a not so polite face.

"Fuck, i have to." he stands up with a groan and discards his condom. He passes you a box of tissues and after you both clean up the mess, pulls his boxers and sweatpants back as you dress yourselves.

He takes a step towards his chair but before he moves further, he dips his body down over yours and pecks your lips sweetly.

"I love you." he gazes into the depth of your eyes and you melt into a pool of love.

"I love you too. Now go." and you push your boyfriend towards his desk so you can sit back and watch him work in peace, falling in love with him a little more, with each passing second.

taglist : @nuniah @jeonkookiesworld @kittykooyoongi @jjkeverlast @highly-functioning-mitochondria @gimmethatagustd @haliiimede @btsstan12 @aliimac @namjoonswhoresworld @apotatomashedbybts @here4btsfics @synnfulqt

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7:18 pm || myg

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, established relationship

rating : pg-13, sfw

summary : you love your husband's long hair a little too much

word count : 1k

warnings : kissing, tickling and them being adorable :(

author's note : i love love love his hair!!! we all are in such a mess after his new ig post istg! i had to write this fluffy lil thing :(( i wrote this when it was 7:18 pm and the time in the fic is same!! idk how timestamp fics work? but pls it was quick as fuck! so spare me cuz it's straight up fluff with no sense by me!!

mood : still with you

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"Where are you?"

"Y/N?"

You could hear Yoongi call for you from the front door but you were too lazy to give him a reply, snuggled up in your bed with eyes drooping low.

It was a work day but due to your fatigue, your husband had forced you into taking it off and resting. Given, you did nothing the whole day, just got up to eat and excrete.

A few seconds pass by and just before you slip into dreamland, your bedroom door creaks open and soft light filters in while you can make out the silhouette of Yoongi.

The smell of his cologne hits you before you can even see his face clearly in the dim light. You inhale a wave of old spice and citrus and sigh softly. The comfort it brought you was more than your bed was able to give you throughout the day. It was loving, it was familiar, it was home.

"I am home." his croaky, tired voice rings in your ears as you hear him padding towards the bed.

"I know." you mumble with a smile and feel the mattress sink beside you.

It was raining and you could smell the faint traces of earth and water wafting from him and the window left open by you.

You peek open an eye and look at the digital clock on your desk displaying the time, 7:18 pm, the yellow light from the clock being the only source in your room now that your husband has closed the door.

He lifts up the covers and lies down beside you, shifting his tired body towards your form.

"Hey." you greet him, without any reason.

"You slept all day. Lucky." he whines and throws a hand around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

You laugh and make cooing sounds at him, rubbing his spine and snuggling further into his chest. You close your eyes again and revel in his warmth, the warmth from the bed seeming cold in front of him.

You inhale swiftly and that's when you feel the scent of his citrus shampoo get stronger, awakening your senses. Your hand moves on its accord and before you know it, it is resting at the nape of his neck, toying with the strands of his soft hair that you love more than anything else.

"Y/N."

"What? You know I love your hair." you pout at him and he quickly pecks your lips.

A wave of adoration and butterflies washes through you even when he has done it millions of times, even when you have known him for thirteen years, even when you have been with him for six years now, even when it's been three years since you married him.

You instinctively tug at his hair as he lets out a low, satisfied moan at your lips, before you start drawing lazy patterns at the skin of his nape.

"I love you."

"And I love your hair." you quip back with a smug grin as your hand travels further upwards to his scalp, parting his lush locks with your fingers to massage at his tired skin.

"Not me?"

"Mhmm, I'll think about it."

"Brat." and before you know it, his fingers sneak under your shirt and he tickles your waist.

"Oh my god Yoongi, no." you laugh and try to turn on your back but he relents you from doing so swinging his leg over yours and locking your body in place. His tickles travel across your torso and you hit at his hand continuously to stop him.

"Please nooo." you laugh with tears now lining your eyes and wiggle and squirm under his hold.

"Say you love me first." he laughs and your heart skips a beat at his gleeful voice and his gummy smile now on full display, with his hair a beautiful fluffy mess, thanks to you.

"I love youuu, now stop."

He kisses your scrunched up nose and lets you relax, laying back beside you and pulling you flush to his chest. You once again take the opportunity to play with his hair, this time attacking the strands which had stood out during the tickling session.

He purrs with his eyes closed when you softly press at his scalp and entangle your other hand through his hair.

You loved his hair a little too much, an infatuation that led you to hiding any stray scissors around your house. You know he won't ever cut his hair that way, but your heart was scared of the unknown. You had stopped him from going to the salon twice and were already dreading the day he would think of finally trimming his locks.

"Aah don't stop." he groans and your heart flies out to him again.

"Had a rough day?"

"More like tiring."

His closed eyes make you inch towards him and you bop his nose with yours. It's always the same. Being the executive producer of a label company was exciting but tiring and you knew it all too well given he had been at that position for almost the same time as your married life.

You kiss him once, he smiles a little. You kiss him twice, he smiles a little more. You kiss him thrice, his gums peek out. You kiss him for the fourth time and he is laughing heartily. You pat down at his hair and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his face.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He moves in your hold and nudges your forehead with his.

"First, I wanna eat something."

"I am right here and you're whining to eat something else." you pout at him and jut your lips out to kiss him again.

He moves away this time and starts to sit up with his eyes squinted and mouth twisted into a smug pout.

"I want real food, wifey." he mimics your high pitch pout and you lash out at him with your hands tugging him down with his hair, pulling the strands gently but strongly so he tilts his head towards you with a laugh and a little 'ow'. You laugh out loud and sit up, grazing your teeth over his adorably cute nose.

"That was rude of you, hubby."

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ugh! (m) || myg & knj

pairing : boxer!yoongi x fem!reader x boxer!namjoon

genre : smut, pwp, boxer au, threesome

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : They want to celebrate their recent victory and what could be a better way than taking you, not out, but right there in the arena.

word count : 2.3k

warnings : swearing, kissing, threesome, penetrative unprotected sex (pls stay safe y'all), oral sex (both recieving), dirty talk, biting, fingering, creampie, handjob, deep throating, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, crying, cum eating, rough sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, both of them wear chains and yoongi's rings !!!!!

author's note : someone get me out of this hole where all i do is write smut, i can't seem to stop 😭 anyways, you know it, completely unedited and written on a whim in a very very short time. so spare me and this is my first time writing threesome so again 😭spare me.

mood : ugh - bts rapline

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"Come here, sweetheart. We dont have the whole day."

You are on your knees, the wind from the air con hitting your naked body sharply as you grip Namjoon's thighs to stay put. The arena was stinking of sweat and sex, as usual.

You and the two boxers were the only ones now present in the ring, with Yoongi untying his robe behind you and Namjoon in front of you with nothing but a robe and his chains on, already hard.

They had stripped you off your clothes as soon as you had entered the empty ring with them at your tail. The desire in their eyes was carnal, almost terrifying with the way their pupils turned dark and eyelids drooped down.

You were on your knees in front of Namjoon, his monster already standing tall for your attention. His cock was girthy and long, all veiny and too big for your mouth. You knew your fingers weren't even going to touch the other when you circled your hand around it, but your pussy throbbed more at that thought.

As you stabilize yourself to take him in your hands, you suddenly feel a pressure on your hips and soon enough Yoongi is pulling you towards him. You yelp in surprise and look over your shoulder to see him now completely naked, a ravishing sight for your hungry eyes, as he settles down to pull you onto his face.

"I said quick, sweets. What are you waiting for?" Namjoon growls from in front of you as you whip your head towards him to find his dick now dangerously close to your mouth. He brings it to your lips and taps.

"Open up, slut."

A new wave of arousal rushes down to your hole at the word and Yoongi snickers from behind you, roughly propping you in a position so that he is lying down while you sit on his face, Namjoon standing by your side with his cock at your mouth.

Your mind buzzes and without waiting a second, you take him in your mouth. You move your hands to hold his cock when Yoongi tugs on them and holds them behind your back tightly. You make a sound of surprise but it soon dies as Namjoon shoves himself inside your mouth.

Spit trickles down your mouth as he slots half of his length inside your mouth, resting on your tongue. You try against hope to free yourself from Yoongi's grasp when he bites your inner thigh.

"Don't you dare try that, doll." his words, spoken directly into your pussy, jolt you and you jerk forward. Your throat instinctively gags around his dick and Namjoon groans, now lazily moving it inside you.

That's when Yoongi pounces upon you, or rather on your cunt as he laps at your folds. His free hand sneaks there to part your folds and you visibly shiver when you feel the coolness of his ring rubbing at your pussy.

You moan and the vibrations send Namjoon in a frenzy. He gets a hold of your hair into a makeshift ponytail and urges your head to move faster, now that you have no control over yourself with your mouth full and hands in other's grasp.

Yoongi used his tongue to lick you clean of your arousal, failing when it pooled the more he tried. He entered you with two of his digits and you whimpered loudly in his hold. Namjoon quickened up his pace and was now practically thrusting inside your face as the other man thrusted inside you with his fingers.

It was a mind numbing feeling that forced your tears to stream down your cheeks, in utter pleasure and pain by the stretch.

Yoongi's tongue flicked your hardened nub skillfully and you were slowly falling limp, your legs shaking and vision going blank slowly.

"Such a sweet cunt, my whore."

"Mine too." Namjoon quipped from above you and you looked up at him through your lashes, tears streaming down your face as his cock twitched at the sight.

"So pretty." he mindlessly caressed your cheek with the back of his hand before using it to hold your head and move it for his accord. His eyes were shut closed and head thrown back as moans slipped out of his mouth and chest heaved faster by the second.

Your eyes burned as you moved your mouth against him, now using your tongue to glide it against his cock's underside. Yoongi chose that exact moment to enter you with his third finger, your arousal trickling down till his forearms as his lips sucked your clit furiously.

"Fuuuuck." you hear Namjoon and Yoongi snickers once again, now pulling you towards him harshly as you yelp loudly. And as if to oppose him Namjoon tugs at your hair tighter to keep you to him. The grasp burns your scalp but you cry out in pleasure which only spurs on the two men.

You feel the familiar knot building up in your stomach and before you can even warn him, you are cumming all over Yoongi's fingers as his tongue flicks your nub and teeth graze it.

Namjoon laughs as he feels you go completely still, your eyes shut and legs shaking wildly.

"Already, baby?"

"Sweet." Yoongi snidely speaks from under you.

Your eyes see white spots dangling around when you open them and you wince when you feel Yoongi still lapping at your cum, licking you clean of your essence with the overstimulation which you know all too well.

You immediately move to detach yourself from Namjoon's cock and surprisingly, he lets you, sensing your feeling.

"Yoongi."

He abruptly stops, as soon as you say his name and softly kisses your inner thigh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I need your dick now, not your tongue." you speak in a haze and both of them laugh, rather loudly, as Namjoon caresses your cheek yet again.

"I love it though." you add quickly and Yoongi holds your hips to get you on your knees perfectly so that he can slide out from under you.

"I know."

"And I love this pussy." he adds after a while.

A ghost of a smile lingers on your face as you prop yourself towards Namjoon's cock again, knowing that he won't force you again until you are ready, with closed eyes. Your hands are free now, so you open your eyes and peer up at him through your lashes, and move your hand up and down his shaft.

He groans as you slickly move your hand faster against his wet surface and glide your thumb at his tip. You look over your shoulder to watch Yoongi now on his knees behind you, arching your back to jut your ass towards him.

He looked alluring, his chain shimmering in the dim light of the arena and pale body slick with sweat. You wanted to run your hands over his pecks when your eyes flicked towards his face and you sharply inhaled a breath.

Dark bangs fell over his eyes, which had also gone dark similarly, and eyebrows knitted in concentration as he brought his rock hard cock at your entrance. Your pussy cries at the sight and the man behind you smirks proudly when he sees the new wave of your arousal gushing out of your hole.

“Baby.” Namjoon says and you turn around in time to see him bring his dick near your mouth once more. You begrudgingly take it in, this time using your hands to grab the rest of him. A string of eloquent curses fly out of his mouth when you move skillfully, trying to accommodate all of him in the warmth of your mouth.

As soon as you look up at him with lust and admire the way his pecs shine due to the slick sheet of sweat, reflecting off the chains he wore, eyes dark with desire, Yoongi enters you without waiting for you to adjust to his girth, bottoming out immediately. And that's when they start ruining you in the best way possible.

Namjoon spits curses and grips your head tightly to move it on his accord, especially when you gag around his length, hollowing your cheeks when Yoongi starts moving ruthlessly. Your body goes numb and you, in a haze register that Namjoon’s cock had been going deeper and deeper inside your mouth when you feel the tickling sensation of his hair on your nose.

Your mouth stretches deliciously and tears flow at a faster pace as you almost choke around him, spit dripping down your chin to your naked breasts. As if on cue, Yoongi brings a hand to your front and grabs a tit, pushing into you. You jerk forward and grip Namjoon’s thighs tightly, your fingertips digging into his taut skin. Both men thrust into you faster and even when your state is already fucked out enough, you feel yourself getting more and more wet.

“So fucking tight, huh. How come a whore like you has such a tight hole?” Yoongi rasps out in between groans and grabs your hips, adjusting himself so that now each of his thrust hits your g-spot.

Normally when a man degrades you, you sharpen your tongue to kill him. But when one of these men degrades you, you stick your tongue out to please him. You moan out loud at his words and Namjoon’s cock twitches wildly as the vibrations.

Yoongi fucks you at a pace which should be unforgivable. Your pussy clenches around him tightly and throat around Namjoon as it dies to cry out in utter pleasure and sin. The arena echoed with the sounds of skin slapping and moans and gagging as the thrusts of the man in your mouth started getting sloppy.

"Ah fuck baby, your mouth is so good." he groans and you slowly feel your sanity slipping away at his words and the combined pleasure of their actions.

"Would you take it in your mouth like a good girl?"

You can't speak. You nod with his dick in your mouth and bat your eyelashes at him, moving faster.

Yoongi senses your quickened motion and presses his chest to your back. He bites your shoulder and fucks into you like a mad man. You gasp at the bite and gag around Namjoon's cock, making him shoot his cum inside your mouth almost immediately.

His grip tightens in your hair and he tips his head back with eyes shut in pleasure and lips forming strings of curses. His abs tighten and chest heaves up and down.

You obediently, eagerly, swallow the mess he had made in your mouth. The salty, slight bitter taste lingers in your mouth when he slowly removes his now softening length from your mouth and rubs a finger over your lips.

"Fuck you look so messy and pretty like this."

As soon as Namjoon removes his cock from your mouth, Yoongi pushes your body compelling you to land on your forearms and cheek pressed against them as he continues to rock into you, the new angle of your body providing him more access.

"Ah shit." he moans loudly and you lose yourself once more while wailing and moaning loudly, your second orgasm inching closer. At that point, Namjoon gets on his knees and props you up on your palms before crashing his lips onto yours.

He kisses you slowly, licking your lower lip and entering his tongue into your mouth to taste himself. A complete opposite of the man going wild behind you.

Your mind goes blank by the contrasting intensities of both the acts and the knot in your stomach winds up tighter when Yoongi brings hand forward to flick at your nipples and Namjoon caresses the back of your neck. He pulls away, panting and a mess to just laugh and kiss you once more, this time ferociously, all teeth and tongue.

"Fuck, doll." You feel Yoongi's dick twitching and thrusts getting sloppier when the feeling you know all too well washes over you and you drown yourself in your second orgasm when he moans right into your ear, his chest pressed up against your back.

You detach yourself from Namjoon and cry on his lips, your eyes not even inching to open themselves and hands giving up as you fall onto the floor with a soft thud.

As soon as you stop seeing stars in front of you, Yoongi shouts out and with a hard thrust, spills himself into you. His heat paints your walls and you unconsciously clench around him as he slowly rides out his orgasm.

"Stop clenching, baby."

"I can't." you cry and he carefully pulls out.

You stay still for a second and then collapse onto the floor wearily. Your hair spread over your face and body shining with sweat and sex. The afterglow was so intense, you might even be radiating it off your whole body in strong waves.

Your form pants on the floor of the ring and mind runs over the events you just went through, causing your hole to clench around nothing and a blush creeping up your neck and face. It could even have been the heat of the euphoric state you always found yourself in after your encounters with these two men.

Both of them crouch down and Namjoon hovers slightly above your face, his chains falling onto it and you shivering at the cold feeling, yet still bringing your hand up to wring your fingers through the silver metal.

"You did so well, Y/N."

"Always the best." Yoongi says as he caresses your hips and presses a chaste kiss on them.

You smile lazily at their words and use your other hand to rest it upon Yoongi's.

The last thing you feel is Namjoon carrying you up in bridal style and Yoongi kissing your lips gently before passing out in his arms.

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truth or dare || ksj

pairing : seokjin x reader

genre : angst, fluff, ex-best friends to lovers

rating : pg-15

summary : You and Seokjin meet each other again at a college reunion, him igniting the feelings of first love inside you after not meeting him for 4 years after an unexpected seperation. He still doesn't know the reason for it and you have never dared to tell him the truth. Maybe this time, you play the game courageously. Maybe not. Who knows?

word count : 6.3k

warnings : swearing, alcohol consumption, flashback scenes, kissing, miscommunication (i mean, ofc), crying, mentions of body insecurity, first love themes, jin being indecisive as fuck, peer pressure (if you can say it so then), this ain't a warning but his appearance is a bit fancy!! overall - it's seokjin being a hazard for all of us.

author's note : thankyou to the loveliest @gimmethatagustd for requesting this fic with this dialogue prompt <33 love ya jai :) and thanks to my love @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta-ing it :))

mood : this love (taylor's version) - taylor swift

seokjin's aesthetic/moodboard

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"I still don't really understand what happened between us."

The golden lights casted a beautiful shadow over the main dance floor, elegant and royal. The waiters weaved through the buzzed crowd of elite looking adults, your ex classmates, to be precise, quite skillfully. 

Your eyes scanned the crowd to take in the stark differences, if any, in your classmates' appearances. It had been four years since you last met them. You had been in contact with a few of your friends from college, but had lost most of them eventually. Some faces greet you with a friendly smile which you instantly return, while some just dismiss your presence as you do the same.

Taehyung had been keen on bringing you to your college reunion this time, one that happens every two years. You don't know why they hold a reunion every two years. Presumably, you had missed the first party and had then met an absolutely enraged Taehyung as he had failed to spot you at the location it was held at.

So now, here you were, leaning against the bar with a champagne flute in one of your hands and the other nervously twirling your hair. You were not specifically excited or even scared to meet someone, except one person.

Kim Seokjin.

Even the mere thought of his name brings heat straight to your face and you cower behind the glass, taking a sip from it to hide your sudden blush.

You and him went way back to your childhood days. Both of you became friends as you were neighbours and then went on to become classmates in college. He had always been your support system and safe place when you went through the ups and downs of your life, your best friend.

He had also been one more thing.

Your first love.

You were never able to act on your feelings, always too scared to break the friendship or distance yourself from him. You confidently believed that he didn't reciprocate your love, that his love was just platonic, not because he dated other people frequently. No, he rarely did that. The only girlfriend he ever had was one in the last year of highschool, when you weren't classmates yet, just neighbours and friends. 

The thing which made you believe that he never loved you, and will never love you, was an incident that took place during  your last year.

— 4 years ago —

"Where are we even going, Heejin?"

"To the gym." she delightfully responds as she drags you across the corridors, heading towards the gym.

"What for?" you exasperatedly groan.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and a slight bit of adoration as she answers.

"Jinyoung is there. The boys are practising for their next match. Might as well catch them in action, yeah?" she winks at you as she pulls you inside the gym, pushing open the doors authoritatively.

Loud laughter greets you as soon as you step inside, followed by incoherent mumbles and yellings of excited boys. All of them fall to deaf ears for you, except for one.

Seokjin's.

The fact that he was the captain of the basketball team had completely slipped your mind. His windshield laugh only allows you to know that he might have made some stupid joke or pun, and is now laughing heartedly at it.

Your lips, who seem to have a mind of their own, form a smile at the sound of his happiness. You can imagine his crinkled eyes, full lips stretched into a proud grin, his handsome face contorted into pure mirth and his shoulders shaking from his joy.

The realisation that you loved him had dawned on you long ago, and the feelings just increased every time you saw him, heard him or thought of him, with an aching feeling inside your heart. 

You were not so sure about what he would reciprocate if you opened up your heart to him, but still were hopeful. His actions were the ones of a best friend, but there were some moments where you felt like maybe even he was in this a little too deep, if not as much as you were.

You and Heejin settle behind the door that seperated the lockers from the main court. The laughter soon died and suddenly Jinyoung spoke up.

"Jin, your turn! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

A series of ooh's followed his choice and both you and Heejin held your breath in excitement for what's to come next.

"Okay so," started a lanky boy who had been leaning against the lockers all the time, with mischief in his eyes.

"Who'd you fuck? Y/N or Hana?" he ended and everyone present in the gym went quiet at the question.

You could hear your heartbeat up in your ears and your eyes were as wide as saucers as you registered Heejin staring at you with the same surprised reaction, while gulping to watch your expressions. 

"What the fuck?" Seokjin gasped out as the fog of shock faded slowly from around everyone present there.

All the boys except Jinyoung and Yoongi started the usual series of laughter and noises as their anticipation for Seokjin's answer rose steadily, two of them even having the nerve to clap him on the back in a friendly, nonchalant way. The lanky boy was now grinning from ear to ear as he stood straight, standing as tall as Jin and advanced towards the middle of the group, directly in front of Jin.

"Aww, seems like someone is scared that his best friend will be upset if he disagrees to fuck her." he says in a mocking, high pitched tone while jutting out his bottom lip to mimick a dramatic pout.

Laughter breaks out almost immediately and you try to hide yourself from the girl beside you. These were college boys, immature and insensitive. You could not take their words seriously and let them affect your thoughts.

"Oh, or wait." the same lanky boy, whom now you recognised as Woomin continued, "Don't tell me you are hesitant because you want to have sex with her?"

Silence spreads once again while some of the boys morphed their expression into one of disgust, mumbling shocked profanities under their breath or to each other, inaudible to you, but quite obviously those not in your favour. A string of ‘what?, really?, oh my god seokjin no!' were passed through them which made you want to run away.

Jin stood in shocked poise even when Woomin walked up too close for him to be comfortable, looked him straight in his eyes with a sly smirk as he opened his mouth once again to spew utter nonsense.

"Tell me, Seokjin. Would you fuck Y/N or not?" he asked in an almost whisper.

"I'm not answering a shitty question like that." Jin spoke through gritted teeth while his whole form was on the verge of shuddering.

Woomin stepped back and spread his arms in an authoritative manner, still looking at him in the eyes.

"If you don't then we'll know it's a yes."

Jin's eyes grew as wide as they could while he took a small step back, his whole body language shouting "DEFENSE MODE! DIE OR SURRENDER"

Woomin and the boys doubled down in laughter, him hitting his knee with his hand while one tall guy, taller than Seokin, says,

"Not Y/N Jin. Not her." as he scrunches his nose in disappointment and visible disgust at the thought.

Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw Jin feeling all attacked and hesitant, even considering answering this shitty question to save his pride or erase his cowardness.

He regained his footing as he straightened up, eyes still wide as a toddler's and lips trembling to form an answer.

"I won't."

If you wanted to run away before, now you want to bury yourself right then and there especially when a whole team is having a conversation about you with Heejin not so sneakily trying to glance at you to gauge your reaction.

"Why?" Woomin oh so smugly questions and Seokjin had to stick his chin up, if ever so slightly with hesitation visible as daylight in his form to get himself and his answer approved by his beloved team.

Of course Jin won't fuck his bestfriend, why would he? You think. He might reason it as you being his best friend and your dynamic being platonic, leaving no space for y'all to think about sex with each other but what he says next has tears welling up in your eyes as you try to hold them back from falling.

"I would never fuck someone like her."

You couldn't stop yourself from running away from there while choking on a sob. You didn't care anymore what Heejin thought about your reaction, you wanted to be away from everyone.

You kind of knew that Jin always thought of you platonically but never in a million years would you have thought of him referring to you like this, as if you were some untouchable, unfuckable being who only spewed disgust from others when she went in front of them.

The tears were unstoppable as they dampened your pillow, one that you had stuffed your face in as soon as you reached home and shut the door of your bedroom to save yourself from the prying eyes of your roommate.

You were never confident about your body. You knew you didn't have the model figure but you also didn't regard it dismissively with contempt and disgust. You weren’t fat but you weren't size zero either. Your heart broke when you thought of people regarding you like this for your appearance.

You pinch at the flesh of the slight cellulite forming on your thighs and cry out louder. You knew you were being insensitive with yourself, blaming yourself for a natural cause. But, you never knew why he disregarded you so easily. It could have been your body, it could have been your personality, it could have been you.

Haste and anger lead to the worst decisions ever.

The same happened when you decided to distance yourself from Jin to get over him and to also process your feelings and thoughts about the most childish game you had witnessed.

You stop the waiter to get your fifth glass of champagne as Taehyung rambles on at your side about his latest encounter with Namjoon and Jimin at the Annual Business Conference, both of them working as Regional Managers for two leading companies when Taehyung himself worked as the CEO's personal assistant of a major tech firm. Both of them were unable to attend the reunion and thus Taehyung was giving the details about their whereabouts to you.

You spot Yoongi a second later, striking up a conversation with the DJ of the night, who was doing a lazy job at hyping up the crowd, given the low beat and soft tone of the music he played.

You nonchalantly glide your eyes over the crowd when suddenly Taehyung pauses his ramble causing you to look at him. He donned his boxy grin as his eyes sparkled up with recognition. As you follow his line of sight, you spot your worst nightmare, or maybe your best dream.

Seokjin gracefully strides over to you in his full glory. Wearing a black shirt with a few buttons open at the top, covered by a black blazer, while his shirt was tucked into black slacks which impressively showcased his thighs, he looked like a fucking god. His hair was side parted, one part fell onto his eyes while the other was swept back with the most beautiful mullet. He had let go of a tie and one of his hands was in his pocket while the other held a champagne flute.

Dionysus might have been ashamed of the sight in front of him. Seokjin looked alluring, especially with the alcohol in his hand, he gave a complex to the Greek god himself. His plump, full lips were in a dashing smile as his eyes crinkled at the ends with joy.

As if like a strong gust of wind, all the college days come back to you in a jiffy. You were reminded of the days you both spent sneaking out of your houses to have a walk at the park, the day you both were delighted to know you got in the same college, when you stayed with him at the skating park till nightfall and talked about everything, when you cheered for him from the bleachers during his games, when he comforted you during your first breakup, bringing tubs of your favourite ice cream and watching sappy romance movies with you all night. When you realised you were in love with him, the night of your college fair, everything.

You also remember the days when he tried to talk to you but you merely made an excuse or ran away. You remember how your hangouts and meetings kept on decreasing till they stopped completely. You remember how he still smiled at you whenever you ran into each other and never showcased any annoyance or sourness, you remember it all.

He quickly engulfs Taehyung in a hug as he excitedly shouts his name. You notice how his biceps flex through the blazer as he wraps an arm around Taehyung and quickly pulls your eyes away, gulping down the remainder of your champagne.

You are the next one he will greet, of course. You know he is still a gentleman and that he never stopped considering you as a friend. He lets go of Taehyung and soon speaks.

"Hey man it's been a long time, yeah?"

"Says the man who’s holed up in his office at every opportunity he gets."

"Says the man who works for the CEO but when I ask if he'd like to be CEO, he declines."

"What the fuck does it even mean?"

"CEO you know — C each other."

You could not stop the laughter bubbling in your throat as it came out in a giggle when Taehyung groaned while facepalming himself at Jin's stupid pun.

"Oh my god that was so lame, Jin" he says.

He laughs his legendary laugh as his eyes land on you and not to be dramatic or something, but your breath truly hitches when you see those beautiful orbs stare right into yours. All traces of laughter vanish from his face as a dashing smile takes its place instead.

"Y/N" he breathes out almost in a whisper, while tilting his head a bit so as to truly look at you. He smugly takes your hand in his and leaves a soft kiss on your knuckles as you stare at him in awe, jaw slack due to surprise and a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks at his actions.

"Kim Seokjin at your service, my lady." he says as he bows down gracefully, your hand still in his. You furrow your brows in question at his sudden odd behaviour but still can't stop getting all flustered at it. He notices your state and pulls you in for a hug with the same hand.

The music seemed to have gotten slower and as you crashed against his chest, still in a shock, your senses went into an overdrive. His cologne fills your nose and the hand that finds solace around your waist burns into your skin. Your eyes widen but soon, you relax within his grasp. Trying to calm down your breathing, you cancel out, or try to cancel out your feelings creeping back in your mind. You also try to ignore the erratic beating of his heart, mistaking it as your own.

"Jokes aside, Y/N." he whispers with a laugh and tilts his head down, unconsciously sniffing your hair.

"I've missed you." he mumbles into your hair and you unknowingly wrap your arms around his torso which had been lying limp by your sides.

He missed you.

You realise the meaning of his words, Seokjin has missed you. All this while when you thought that maybe he would have forgotten a girl like you, he says that he never did. But of course again, you guys have always been friends, even though distant after a point. So you try not to overthink his words more and mumble a small 'same' as you detach yourself from him, fighting your heart who wants to stay there forever.

He settles in the space between you and Taehyung and smiles wistfully at the crowd and basically, everything. He looks at you again, with nothing but softness in his eyes.

"It's been so long since we last heard from each other, right?"

"Yeah, it has been."

"I think since graduation?"

Before you can even open your mouth, Taehyung jumps into action.

"What? You both haven't talked since graduation?" his eyes were all owlish and eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Yes. I tried to find her contacts but was not successful and I asked you once but I guess you forgot? So I didn't pester you more." he says with a light apologetic smile that makes your heart sink.

He had tried to contact you but you hadn't, even though you very much wanted to locate him and run into his arms.

Taehyung reasons his lack of response as his short term memory and thinking he has already replied to the message when in reality, he hasn't and expresses his concerns on technology and it's increasing disadvantages when Seokjin shuts his mouth up and stops the conversation from going further downhill, thanks to him being a Computer Engineer and coming up with advances that made Taehyung go tight lipped at once.

The flow had changed, you were no longer the one they were talking about and you were glad that you were spared from giving a reason for not being communicative with Jin. You try to focus on their conversation but soon zone out when you realise that they are having an argument on who's better, Mario or Luigi.

The moment you are truly pulled back into the conversation is when you felt an arm drape itself around your shoulders and you realised that Jisn was pulling you into him, if only ever so slightly. Your cheeks go pink at his action and you once again hide behind your glass, taking a sip from it casually.

"Taehyung tells me that I am not a crazy Harry Potter fanboy. Y/N, kindly enlighten him." he laughs in his full glory as he brings you a bit forward and looks at Taehyung smugly, as if to tell him he has already lost the debate.

You scoff amusingly at his words and start enthusiastically.

"Oh Tae, you should've seen his bedroom when he was in high school. Completely decorated with Harry Potter posters and a print of the Marauder's Map pinned near his desk. He had almost transformed his bed into the classic four poster gryffindor dorm bed but then thought better."

Taehyung defensively glares at you as Seokjin victoriously smiles at his flustered state.

"But I- umm- I, was right. He is not a fanboy anymore, he is a fanman."

"Oh no." you groan.

"Oh my god that was so lame, Taehyung. Worse than my dad jokes."

"I, for one, second this notion." you say and immediately high five Seokjin as he brings up his hand. He unknowingly flexes his fingers right after he lets go of your touch.

Taehyung whines like a child and stomps his foot.

"Ugh, you guys always gang up against me. I think I'm gonna go find Yoongi." and with that, he leaves the both of you at your own mercy.

Seokjin glances around the whole area and resorts to sipping from his drink as you nervously do the same. You could feel your hands get sweaty and your body on the verge of shivering as you shuddered with the anxiety and awkwardness of being alone with Jin, neither of you speaking a single word. It's as if he sensed your thoughts exactly at that moment and turned to look at you with a lone smile.

"So," he begins,"How have you been?"

"Great, a lil busy but, yeah."

"I sensed you were busy." he chuckles while shaking his head and looking at his feet, your insides aching once more at the sight.

You know why he thinks you were busy. It's because you never sought him out, never tried to find him, never tried to do nothing. Little does he know, it's all you've ever wanted, but the shrivelled up rose in your heart extends its thorns, caging you whole, not allowing you to act on your instincts, but on your overthinking abilities. But now standing face to face, you have to put up a front and answer him.

"Yeah, well. What about you?"

"Same."

And you both fall back into that silence once again. This time though, it's less unnerving, slightly calming, and a lot suspicious. It feels like the calm before a storm. You don't know yet in what way it will greet you, but you can feel it coming in your bones, anxiously twisting your fingers to try and come up with a conversation starter, when Jin eventually breaks the ice, the storm beginning with a heavy downpour.

"To be honest," he says while leaning back against the bar and cocking his head to look at you, still with softness, grace and adoration, no malice.

"I still don't really understand what happened between us."

Your mind shuts down and goes into an overdrive at the same moment. You knew this question was due some time but you had no idea that time would be so soon. Now that the question lingers in the air, you don't know how to reply to him. You can't let your feelings come to the surface so easily and you definitely can't let him know your childish decision, a result of an immature game. The only resort left is nonsensical, but you go for it anyway.

"What?" you laugh inquisitively, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about?" you ask, putting up your best act.

It's like even after all these years, Seokjin can see right through you and your facade. He shakes his head and lets his hands fall down to his side.

"Don't play coy with me now, Y/N. You know what I'm talking about."

Busted.

He looks at you expectantly, as if you were going to give him the whole world, which you wish to, but can't. You can't come up with any reasons for your departure from his life. You know he had tried to get you back, but it was you, it had always been you.

"I think we just weren't that good of friends."

He laughs mirthlessly, still not discarding his softness though.

"We were the best."

You indeed were, but these hands of yours had to let him go free or else you would have fallen in a ditch so deep, the hands you held then would have been of no help. He had left a permanent mark on you, glowing in the dark were his words and your memories with him. You were that good with him.

"I had to watch you leave." he says, pausing your thoughts. "Watch you leave me."

He laughs again, but sadly.

A bubble of anger starts rising in your stomach at his statement. He had to watch you leave but shouldn't he have been happy that you left? You mean, you were always the weird one and he is better off without someone like you.

"You were better without someone like me anyways." you mutter the words under your breath, a little too loud though, scared of what might happen if he hears them but still eager to let him hear them.

"What?"

"Nothing, Jin. Why are we talking about things which happened so long ago?" you laugh it away.

"Because they matter to me." he stands straight now, towering over you handsomely. Exerting a sense of dominance, but softly.

"I don't want to discuss the past right now."

"No. What did you mean by someone like you?"

You groan like a kid.

"Someone like me." you vaguely gesture towards yourself, doing a once over with your hands.

"Huh? Why do you say it as if it's a bad thing to be like you?" he is utterly confused which only confuses you more. Wasn't he the one who had found problems in you? Why is he acting so vague then?

"You tell me."

"Can you stop beating around the bush?" He runs a hand through his hair in utter exasperation and lets it fall limp at his side in a tightly clenched fist.

"Leave it." you say a little too loud so that a few heads turn in your direction.

Seokjin gently takes your wrist in his hand and directs you towards the empty hallway leading towards the exit. He stands in front of you as your back faces the wall, a mere inches away from it, but you stand confidently and he never tries to overpower you.

"I just can't leave it." he gulps and if you didn't know better you'd say he looked nervous.

"Tell me, Y/N. What happened?"

The memory of that day still stings you painfully. It's not in your best interests to recall it, especially in front of the person who stars in it. You close your eyes and laugh mirthlessly. It's an irony that he has to be the one to ask this question and not the other way around. So, you dare to say the truth after all.

"Oh I'm sorry. I meant to say 'someone like her'" you make air quotes around and open your eyes just in time to catch his face, drained of all colour and eyes as wide as possible.

His lower lip quivers and he takes a step back in mock defence, the stance taking you back to the day when he was asked the dreadful question, poised similarly, in shock and ever ready to defence. It's just a second's difference then, that you find his eyes have glossed slightly, and he tries to not catch your eye.

"You- you, I- how do you know that?"

"I was there, Seokjin."

"What?"

You smirk mockingly and look up at him. His eyes are blown out as you stare at him, holding your gaze for a long time before breaking a little.

"Me and Heejin, we were in the gym that day."

You render him speechless, thus continuing with your revelation.

"She wanted to sneak up on Jiyoung, when we - " you gulp and look away from him.

"When we caught up on your little game and it was your turn."

"And you-"

"I did. I heard your answer."

Your heart is already racing at a million miles an hour and the speed threatens to increase itself when you look at him. He is on the verge of tears, truly shaking. Embarrassment flows through him as he refuses to meet your eyes. You feel your heart break and you almost extend your hand to him, to hold him.

"I, I am sorry, Y/N." he finally steadies himself and reciprocates your gaze. "I didn't mean it."

"You mean, you wanted to fuck me?"

"That was a shitty question which I didn't want to answer, but was compelled to."

You notice how he doesn't deny your assumption but you keep it to yourself, after all, it's time you know the truth behind the words he had dared to speak out loud.

"So, you said the truth, right?"

"Why would I think of you with contempt, Y/N?" he fists his hair and pleads to you with his eyes.

"I don't know, you tell me."

He takes a deep breath and sombers up his expression, still showcasing guilt and embarrassment.

"I was a young, immature, frat boy, then. You know how it works. The boys in my team considered themselves to have a certain standard that everyone had to match. I needed them to be in my favour, I was the captain. So I panicked when Woomin asked the question and replied what would have been in their best interests."

"In their best interests? What do you mean?"

You hold your breath for what's to come next as you can visibly see Seokjin tremble in front of you, contemplating giving you the answer or against it.

"Seokjin." you whisper slowly, and nod your head.

He exhales shakily and takes one of your hands in his. He starts speaking while looking down at your hands and rubbing circles on the back of it, soothingly.

"They didn't like you. Always ridiculed me for being friends with you. I ignored them most of the time as my attempts to change their thoughts had failed, miserably. That day," he sniffs and you look up to see a lone tear threatening to fall out of his eyes and mark his sadness, "I tried to dismiss them at first. But when I had no other option left, I had to say what I thought they would agree with."

You unconsciously grip his hand tighter at that and he looks up at you.

"That was the stupidest, shittiest move I had ever made and I still regret it. But you know they say, college is the place where your minds are the most indecisive. Mine was. And I came under the decisions of my peers. I am sorry."

You don't even know how to react to him, or how to conceive his words peacefully. The fog was clearing out each passing second but he still stood amongst its core, trying to shout for you, waving his hands around to lessen the mist. You open your mouth and close it again, wordlessly. Gulping audibly, you still don't retrieve your hand from his.

"You could've said anything else."

"I know." he squeezes your hand.

He doesn't say sorry once again, as he knows it's pointless. He now takes your other hand in his free hand.

"Y/N, please understand. I would never, even in my wildest dreams, have thought those things about you. Never."

You laugh and look at him now shedding tears. He was crying and you had not broken yet. You mindlessly free one of your hands from his grip and bring it up to his cheek, wiping away the stray tear. You realise your action and go to take your hand back when he keeps his palm over yours, holding your hand right there.

You stare at him wide eyed as he softly leans into your touch, relaxing at it. His eyes are pleading with you, asking you to understand him. He was driven by peer pressure. You could see the disgust written all over his teammates face at your mention, then. Of course, you had forgiven him a long time ago, when you were no longer an immature college student. But watching him plead for forgiveness so earnestly stirs your heart.

"Jinnie," his face lights up at the nickname you've called him by since your childhood,"I get it. It was childish of me for running away from you due to this reason, I am sorry. I, I just couldn't face you after knowing you thought of me with such contempt. It was," you look away and stare at the thin glitter lining on his suit, mumbling your next words almost quietly,"heartbreaking."

"Y/N, look at me."

You look at him and your world shifts. He is staring at you with tears, adoration, love and a fading loneliness. Your past swims in them and they crinkle to form his handsome smile when he looks down at you.

"Keep your heart breakable, but never by the same hand twice. I don't want to be the same hand again. I promise, I will never break your heart."

You smile at his words and rub your thumb over his cheek.

"I won't break your heart either, ever."

These words felt so intimate, you didn't know what he was thinking of. Your words were the result of your evergreen love for him, his words, maybe not?

"I tried to get you back, but failed."

Ah, yes. The time you avoided him like the plague.

"I was scared of many things, to be honest. Almost all of them were me and my mind thinking the worst case scenario and dwelling over it. I needed to be away from you. It has helped me, broke me, healed me, but with scars."

His eyebrows form a crease.

"I don't understand."his voice breaks.

"I - " you shake your head and close your mouth. You can't tell him that you love him. If you do so, this time he'll be the one to run away.

He lifts your chin up delicately. He was crying. Not in the way that only some tears marked his beautiful face, but in a way that made it hard for him to breathe. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, letting the tears fall down steadily and you immediately intertwine your fingers with his.

"I was a mess when you stopped smiling at me. I was a mess when you stopped talking to me. After college I tried again, but was never able to reach out to you." He laughs,"I guess, I was scared too. Scared of you not acknowledging me once again and me going into the wallowing state. Though, I never left it. Maybe because I know that I still, I," he pauses and gulps audibly.

"I love you, Y/N."

What the actual fuck?

He loves you? The man you have loved your whole life loves you? Your jaw drops to the floor and you search his eyes for some kind of joke but all that stares back at you is love. He closes them and that's when you realise he might be waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

"Wha- you- how…you love me?"

"Always have."

He renders you speechless, all you could do is stare at him wide eyed. His confession stirred your insides to an extent that it was hard for you to stand up straight, or process the happenings around you.

"I loved you but didn't want anyone to know about it, as i was scared. That you'd run away from me, that I'll lose you. Well, for my bad luck, it did happen eventually." he chuckles sadly and continues.

"But I can't afford to lose you again."

Your face lights up with joy and contentment at his words and you finally let out a sigh of relief. Atlast, your question of years has been answered. The fog has cleared and you see yourself standing with him, position same as that of now, except none of you are crying. You know it's finally the time you let out the words you've been meaning to tell him since years.

"I love you too, Jin." you mumble so quietly he might have almost missed it if not for his attentive listening when it comes to you.

"You, you do?" He looks so happy and expectant.

"It was the main reason why I had to go away from you, to get over you."

"Oh my god, we were idiots."

He pulls you flush against his chest and hugs you tightly while kissing the top of your head.

"Not anymore though." you mumble into his chest and you swear you could hear, rather than see his smile. Pulling away from him, for a second only, you wrap your hands around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, your lips hovering over his.

"Kiss me, Y/N. Please."

And you press your lips to his.

He takes no time in kissing you back, moving his lips against yours slowly as you sigh into the kiss. Sparks fly around you and you melt into him immediately. His lips are soft, just as you had dreamt of so many times. And they taste sweet, just like you had expected them to. Your senses go into an overdrive and you start moving your jaw against his with increased vigour. He senses it almost immediately and presses himself to you as your back hits the wall. His tongue glides across your bottom lip and you give him access to your mouth, tasting his mouth for the first time, ferevering the sweet taste and —

"I always knew you both would end up together. Oh my god."

You both break away from the kiss and snap your heads towards the source of the voice at the same time.

Taehyung was standing there with a hand grasped over his heart, to feign adoration and surprise. You can feel a shy smile creeping up on your lips as you look away from him.

"Go away, Tae." Seokjin grumbles at him playfully.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Carry on, lovebirds." he giggles like a schoolgirl and disappears as quickly as he had appeared.

You and Seokjin look at each other for a hot second after his departure before breaking into laughter. You clutch at his biceps and he holds your waist as you both keep on laughing heartily. None of you know why you are laughing. Maybe it was because of the encounter with Taehyung, maybe it was because of the irony at how things had turned out, or maybe it was because you both were finally so happy you couldn't control it.

Happy tears well up in your eyes and your chest and stomach start aching by the intensity of your joy.

"My lungs are aching, oh god. I need to stop laughing." You say, while laughing.

"Well I think then we truly do be-lung with each other."

And, you laugh again. This time it goes on and on while you look at each other, full of love, adoration, respect and promises.

After all, you both had dared to tell the truth and are now revelling in its bliss.

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shut up and kiss me (m) | jjk

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

rating/genre : m (18+) // smut, pwp, established relationship

summary : Your boyfriend couldn't resist himself when you walked out in that dress and especially when you started arguing with him.

word count : 2.2k

warnings : swearing, extensive making out, grinding, teasing, oral sex (f. recieving), slight handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, unprotected sex (y'all be safe), riding, dirty talk?, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink 😔, confessions of love between sex, the reader likes to be a lil dom at times but it's mainly jkay, and h o r n y j k!!!!

note : this is my first drabble and the first attempt at writing pwp. idea was so spontaneous. hope y'all like it! thankyou so much to @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading it ;)) love ya nix <3

mood : into it - chase atlantic

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"Because I wanted to fuck my girlfriend"

All your words die as his lips swallow them.

You are up against the wall as his mouth devours you whole. You hear him slamming the door with one of his hands while the other lands on your waist and kneads the flesh there. He pulls away and speaks against your lips.

"Shut up and kiss me." and he attaches his lips to yours once again.

Almost immediately you feel him glide his tongue over, asking for entrance which you give eagerly. He places his free hand beside your head and kisses you with new found vigor, pressing himself flush against your body.

"Jungkook." you whimper when he dips his head to kiss a trail from your earlobe to the base of your throat, going down and down until he pauses at your breastbone.

"At last I have you all for me." he says as he falls to his knees, kissing your bare stomach as his hands fiddle with the hem of your crop top playfully. 

"Do you know how hot you looked the whole night? Especially when you got angry at me for getting us out of there early."

He pulls your skirt down in a single motion and his eyes glint when he sees the black thong you've been wearing.

"Oh so you ushered me out quickly because you wanted to fuck me?"

"Because I wanted to fuck my girlfriend." you can feel the smirk in his voice when his hands grip your inner thigh and swings your leg over his shoulder, kissing your sex through the fabric. Your breath hitches as you tilt your head back and he pushes aside the cloth and marvels at your wetness.

His words had spurred you on and especially his eagerness to want you. Your wetness was quite evident, almost dripping when he used a single finger and rubbed it against your folds. You audibly let out a moan when he brought that finger to your cunt, still teasing you and not putting it inside. 

"Jungkook, don't play right now." you hiss out as he leaves a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.

"Eager now, are we?"

"Learned from the best." and he dips his finger inside you as soon as you say these words, almost as if he was spurred by them. You inhale sharply at this as he lets out a low, raspy laugh.

You look down and see a pair of dark, lidded eyes staring back at you. He curls his finger inside you as you arch your back, all while holding eye contact with you. Oh god, if it's not the hottest thing he does every time. He almost immediately latches his mouth at your clit and you feel all your sanity run away.

You moan at his ministrations at your clit, as he deliciously devours it, your hands finding solace in his dark, thick locks. He sucks at your clit and you tug at his hair tighter, heaving your body up and down. As soon as you tug at his hair, he lets out a low moan, sending vibrations through your pussy, unnerving you more and more. Another finger of his teases your entrance and he sloppily makes out with your pussy. He stretches you out with his second finger when his eyes catch your sight.

Chest heaving up and down, eyes half closed and almost rolled to the back of your head, eyebrows knitted in pleasure and lips swollen by the extensive make out and him biting on them, you looked like a fucking goddess to him. The dim lighting of the room only made you look more alluring and the rising tent between his legs started making him uncomfortable.

All night he had been trying to compose himself but yet slipped when you placed your hand on his thigh in a casual conversation. He couldn't do anything but smile it away, all your friends around you having dinner. He was not ashamed at being horny for his girlfriend and wanting to take you there in the restroom but he knew you would have been, and he wanted to treat you right, no matter what.

He grins as he finds himself between your legs, eliciting lewd noises from you and humming out praises to turn you on more. He curls his fingers inside your sex hitting your g spot and you might just rip his hair out from the intensity with which you are gripping him. You bite at your lip to stop yourself from shouting out loud when he says,

"Don't do that. Wanna hear how good I'm making you feel, baby."

Oh no. You could feel your arousal trickling down your thighs and seeing this, Jungkook picks up his pace, now hitting spots inside you that have you withering against the wall. You could feel your orgasm building up by every passing second and when you look at him staring at you with that goddamn lust in his eyes, kissing your clit and rubbing at your folds with his thumb skillfully, you break down for good.

You roll your eyes back as your orgasm washes over you, tugging at his hair tighter and shouting his name loudly. He laps at your cum like a man starved and the high takes over your mind as you soon fall limp in his hold.

He stands up and you look at him through half closed eyes, grabbing at his black button up to pull him closer. Jungkook states you straight in your eyes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your cum.

Oh, you are absolutely fucked.

Opening up his buttons from the top you kiss his chest and speak against it.

"You. Inside. Me. Now."

He laughs heartily and within the next second, his thigh is wedged between your legs, your pussy sitting right on it, him moving his thigh against it. You whimper against his chest as you unconsciously grind on his thigh. Holding you by your waist, he sneaks a hand around it and grabs your hair, pulling it down sensuously to have access at your neck and dives straight ahead to nip at it.

All this while, you feel the urge to have him inside you again. In any way, you want him. You stop moving and pull him closer to your lips by the collar,

"What did I just say, babe?" you ask him sensually, yet with a sense of dominance.

He leans back with his eyes wide in amusement as he speaks,

"You want me inside you." and he grins that fucking grin again, one that makes you want to have him lodged inside you all night and day, to have him fuck you senselessly. 

"So stop wasting time." you lead him to your bed with your hold on his collar and make him sit on his edge. You climb up onto his lap and start kissing him once again, tasting yourself on his tongue as he fights you for dominance and eventually wins. He grabs you by the waist and sets you aside, standing up to undress himself.

You have seen him naked millions of times but still can never stop yourself from staring at his oh so perfectly sculpted body with a completion similar to that of a Greek god. His abs are on full display and his thighs look inviting as his hard dick slaps against his taut abdomen. You almost drool at the sight of it standing all veiny and big. 

Soon, you find yourself getting rid of your crop top and him settling against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap by your wrist. He eyes your breasts excitedly and dives down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it and then captures the already hardened nub between his nipples. You whimper incredulously at this and grab his shoulders. 

You rake your perfectly manicured nails against his chest and bring them down to his cock, taking it in your hands and fisting it slowly. The gentle act makes Jungkook jerk a little at your breast and he grabs the other one to stabilize himself.

You start jerking him, giving him a lazy handjob. He moans between your breasts, alternating between them when he suddenly stops all movement and holds your hand to stop yours too.

"You wanted me inside you, yeah?"

You stare at him with a hint of a smirk and heave yourself upwards, with the support of his shoulders while nodding a yes. He takes his cock and aligns it with your center when suddenly you lean back, your hands now resting on his knees and body arched back.

You angle yourself in a way so that your folds rub his bare cock, wetting it from your arousal. He lets out a surprised groan at it and tilts his head back against the headboard from the pleasure. You then take his dick in your hand and smear the pre cum gathered at its tip across his cock covered in your arousal. Aligning it with your center, you sit on it and both of you gasp at the contact.

"Oh my god, Y/N. You're so fucking tight." he rasps out.

You unconsciously clench around him and he grabs your waist tighter. Slowly, you start to move on top of him. Sheathed inside your walls, his cock hits all the right spots even when he’s doing the bare minimum. You couldn't stop the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth. Your nails make marks on his shoulder as you pick up pace and soon enough you are bouncing over him, your ass slapping his thighs continuously. 

The moans he lets out are fucking heaven for your ears. He connects his lips with yours and swallows all the noises coming out of your mouth. He moves under you, thrusting upwards slowly. Soon enough, it's him pounding into you while you tug at his hair and nip at his earlobe, moaning right into his ear.

He leaves open mouthed kisses at your neck and holds you tight against your body as he starts a ruthless pace of thrusting into you. The lewd noises coming out of both of your mouths can make anyone and everyone feel embarrassed, the wet noises of the pounding being the cherry on top. You feel your second high build up and you start chanting his name while trying to hold yourself.

"Ah Y/N." he groans and feels you clenching around him continuously. He knows you are close and that's when he pulls out of you suddenly, you disappointingly whimpering with a pout at the loss of his cock inside you and flips you over.

In a few seconds you find your cheek pressed against the mattress and ass hovering in the air. He wastes no time in entering you again and bottoms out in a single motion, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. You cry out loud at the spots he hits inside you in the new position driving you into a state of ecstasy. Your orgasm inches closer and closer as the knot starts building up. You fist the sheets tightly and shout his name as the headboard creaks against the wall.

He grabs the sheets beside your head and kisses the top of your head.

"I fucking love you so much, babe." and he chants your name like a mantra in between his erratic moans. His confession (which you had heard a million times) was the final straw and you tumbled down the edge, your orgasm making you shout his name out louder than ever and then fall completely limp under him.

The ecstasy that drives your state of mind is crazy. You could feel yourself almost floating when you register Jungkook's scream of pleasure in your bliss.

Tears mark your face as you feel yourself slipping out of your high when the overstimulation hits you. He collapses over your limp body while shooting ropes of cum inside you. The heat and feeling of his cum makes you roll your eyes back as he slowly regains his breath over you.

Pulling out, both of you cringing at the feeling, he settles down beside you and pulls you flush against him, your tits pressed against his chest.

"Do you know how beautiful you look when you're all fucked out?" he kisses your nose and looks at you with adoration in his already fucked out eyes.

"Stop it, Jeon" you say as you playfully squeeze your hands tighter around his torso while looking at him with flustered eyes.

"Okay, okay" he giggles but soon his eyes get dark again, the ones which remind you of a moonless night and fantasies you better not mention.

"Fun fact, my love." 

Oh my god, his voice has gone an octave down. You smirk a little at him being horny again and obediently nod your head to hear him further.

"I almost cummed in my pants while eating you out."

That's enough. Your bliss flips a switch and turns into lust as soon as you hear those words and a shiver runs down your spine straight to your pussy, it aching once again to feel something inside it. You entwine your hand around his neck and pull him closer, his lips having a hint of a smirk and eyes lidded with horniness and amusement.

"Shut up and kiss me, Jeon."

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