Bts Last Soulmate

Bts last soulmate

Ot7 poly Scenario: "BTS finds out you are their last soulmate, but they're dating another girl"

“What’s the point in fighting for this?” You asked, brows furrowed with anger as you shook Hoseok’s hand off your wrist when he tried to hold you back from trying to leave.

“What are you talking about?” He asked you, a little hurt by your action and you wanted to console him, you really did, but you also knew that it wasn’t right.

“This,” you said, “us.”

“We’re soulmates,” Seokjin simply stated but you shook your head.

“If I’m going to be the reason for pulling you back from loving someone else, I don’t want this soulmate thing.”

“You can’t just...” Jungkook hesitated and the look of his teary eyes alone made your heart hurt in ways it had never done before. “You can’t, Y/N.”

“We’re meant to be,” Jimin said, eyes just as sad.

But you only grew more frustrated. “Because what? A soulmate bond said so?”

“Yes!” Taehyung stressed. “Don’t you understand? Our names have been written in the stars. That’s what soulmates are.”

“But Sarang, she—”

“We’ve broken up with her.”

Those words coming from Namjoon should have made you feel more guilty, it should have, but seeing them in front of you instead of with Sarang, seeing how desperate they were for wanting you, you knew that it was too late to back away.

You felt things for them.

Sometimes it had hurt feeling that way, you’ve held them back for so long because you were so afraid that perhaps maybe they wouldn’t care about the fact that you were their last soulmate, that Sarang was the right one for them and not you.

And it was still hurting. Your heart.

But right now all you wanted were their arms around you.

“Please,” Yoongi whispered with a plea, “please fight for us as well.”

“We love you.”

Love.

Love.

What was love?

You couldn’t understand it clearly at the time but when they went on to hold you, tears falling against their faces, and you didn’t pull away as you had always done, perhaps being there, right there, in between them all...

Perhaps that was love.

The lesson

The Lesson | MY | Drabble

pairing: min yoongi x reader (f), mature 18+, explicit, minors dni

au: jewelry heist, pwp (sort of)

word count: 3.1k

summary: dom!yoongi. sub!reader. yoongi realizes how much the reader likes to be told what to do, and that's really the whole fic.

a/n: Thanks to everyone for their patience and kind words. I'm glad to have a fresh start.

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Your knee bounces against the underside of the table. Gritting your teeth, you force your leg to be still. The interview room is a small rectangle with no windows, not even a two-way mirror to liven the gloom. You’re on the fifth floor of the police precinct, and you need to get your shit together.

The detective slams his hand against the scarred wood. “… isn’t that right?” He’s three inches from your face, leering at you. 

Fucking hell, you haven’t been paying attention to this guy. You’re a little, okay, a lot, distracted.

“I asked you a question,” he shouts.

It isn’t this sentient slab of beef that has you nervous, though. You slow your breathing. You need a strategy.

Min Yoongi is going to be here any minute, and he’s going to be pissed.

The detective is still ranting about the fact that they caught you. Not exactly red-handed, you didn’t have the necklace yet, but let’s just say very suspiciously-handed in the penthouse suite of the hotel, a little too interested in the formidable safe in the closet of the primary bedroom. Thankfully, you ditched your earpiece and safe cracking tools before they arrived. Your hotel maid’s uniform gave you an excuse to be in the room, but it looks bad. Even you can admit this.

“Are you listening to me?” the detective says, trying to sound menacing. 

You refrain from rolling your eyes. This is the kind of guy that assumes his size will get him out of any trouble, and you already have a plan to knock him out. You just hope you get to use it when Yoongi arrives. You need to show him you’re not completely incompetent. 

A cold feeling moves through you like ice in your veins. What if he leaves you here? Technically, he doesn’t have to do anything to help. He could walk away tonight, and you wouldn’t be able to find him again. What if he thinks you aren’t worth the trouble? 

“That’s right, you better be nervous,” the detective preens.

Someone knocks on the door.

“I don’t care what the chief says, my client hasn’t been charged with anything. I demand to see her.”

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ll show myself in.”

The detective lurches to the door as it opens. Min Yoongi steps into the room, black suit, white shirt, and gray tie. All bespoke, all worth more than the annual rent on your shitty apartment. His black hair is pushed back from his face. He looks like he’s about to be photographed stepping out of a sleek black vehicle. Also, he’s wearing glasses. Glasses you haven’t seen before. They’re a distraction. Get your shit together.

“Who the hell are you?” the detective asks. 

“I’m her lawyer.” He points at you, and you force yourself not to shrink from his gaze. The explanations and excuses you want to make die on your lips. This isn’t the time. 

The detective looks at you questioningly.

You nod. 

Yoongi tongues his cheek. Ohhh, he’s pissed pissed.

“Can we move this along?” Yoongi asks. “I don’t have all night.”

“You don’t have all night?! Why I’m gonna—”

But whatever the detective is going to do is lost forever when Yoongi shuts him up with one hand to the jugular. He falls to the floor with a thud, and Yoongi gives him a few swift kicks to silence any further protestations.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, hating the petulance in your voice. “I could’ve handled him.”

“Really? So, you aren’t currently handcuffed to the table?”

“Get me out of these things,” you say, lifting your hands.

“Aren’t you a lock pick?” He kneels to the get the keys from the prone detective. “I’m sorry, aren’t you the best safe cracker in the country?”

“I am,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Maybe when I see it, I’ll believe it.”

“They changed the model. I was prepared for the 10,000X, not the newest version.”

“I told you to be prepared for anything.”

He’s right, and he did. You got a little cocky, but for good reason. You are the best.

“Look—”

“If only you could follow simple directions,” Yoongi says, unlocking the handcuffs. “Then maybe we wouldn’t be here.”

“All I needed was thirty more seconds.”

Yoongi has you by the wrist before you can blink. He drags you to your feet.

“I told you that you didn’t have thirty more seconds.” He takes a deep breath. “I told you to get out of there.”

He’s never been this close to you. In all those late-night meetings, convincing him to give you a chance, planning the heist for the hotel, you’ve never even dared to sit next to him. This entire job became a reality sitting across from each other at the 24-hour diner. Like a couple about to break up, you each paid for your own coffee. He always left first, reminding you of the retribution that would follow if you tried to find out where he lived. 

 “Can we talk about this later?”

“I think we’ll talk about it now.”

“Yoongi, we’re on the fifth floor.”

“This is why I work alone,” he says, shaking his head and releasing your wrist.

“Please give me another chance.” You’re begging sooner than you thought, but you’ve never seen him this angry. Not even when you finished his dessert at the diner.

“We’re done,” he says, leaving the room. 

You follow. It cannot end like this. 

Thankfully, the precinct is empty. There’s no one waiting in the hallway. Yoongi strides toward the elevator. 

“Wait a minute,” you say in a harsh whisper. “You can’t do this without me.”

He turns to face you, lifting one eyebrow in a perfect arch. “I’ve got a list of names and you aren’t even on it.”

You briefly shut your eyes. This is… probably true. There is no reason in the world why he has to work with you. 

“Look, we got off to a bad start.”

“We got off to a bad start when you finished my dessert. This is an ending.”

“Please,” you reach for his arm, but stop when he glares at you. “Can we talk about this?”

“I’m ditching my phone as soon as we’re out of here.” He stabs the elevator button. “Do not try to find me again. You won’t be pleased if you do.”

Just as the elevator door opens, an alarm rings out.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathes as he steps inside. For a moment, you worry he'll prevent you from entering, but he allows you to pass.

The doors close. The elevator begins to move. Yoongi pulls the emergency brake.

“What the fuck?”

“Listen to me,” he says, calmly. Before you can even think, he has a hand around your throat, and he forces you against the back wall. 

Your heart races and your breathing speeds up. But whatever happens, you won’t cower. He might think you’re an idiot, but you'll look him in the eye.

“What did I tell you?”

You swallow painfully. Yoongi’s grip is firm. 

“That you were in charge, and that I was to follow directions.”

“What did I tell you to do?”

“You told me to get out of there before the cops rushed into the room.”

“What did you do instead?”

“I stayed because… because I was so close. I almost had the necklace in my hand.”

He huffs a breath. There is a hint of a smile on his face, but you wonder if you’ve imagined it, it’s gone so quickly.

Not releasing his grip on your neck, completely unaffected by the general alarm in the building and the sounds of cops rushing the corridors, he leans in close to your ear. You swear you feel his lips on your skin. 

“I had one rule,” he whispers. “And you violated it.”

“I know I can crack—”

“Shhhh,” he says.

You shiver from the feel of his breath on your neck. 

“I'm speaking.”

You clench your fists. This motherfucker just shushed you, and it worked. But it’s not like you would put up a fight. He knows it. You know it. He’s going to keep you here as long as he wants. 

He pulls back, meeting your eye. Decision made, he bites his bottom lip. “Let’s see if you can follow directions.”

“Now?” 

This is insane. There’s an entire precinct of cops looking for you at this very moment. Pretty soon, they’re going to figure out one of the elevators is stopped.

He grins. “They’ll never think to look for us inside the building.”

“That’s because only an idiot—”

“Hmm, not a good start.” 

Goddamn him. 

He removes his hand from around your neck. You feel strangely lost without him holding you against the wall. You steady your breathing, resisting the urge to rub your skin. He knows what he’s doing. There won’t be a bruise. Just enough pressure to show you who’s in charge, not enough to leave a mark. 

Protestations die in your throat when you see the way he gazes at you. The air around you both is charged, and the space in the elevator feels intimately smaller than it did even a moment ago. 

You press your palms into the back wall, appreciating the cold of the metal under your hands. It grounds you. Reminds you of what’s real. Whatever he has planned, it is a foregone conclusion that he’s in charge. You might defy him when you are this close to holding a diamond necklace, so beautiful you can’t believe it’s real, imaging it around your own neck, but here in this moment, it’s clear that you will do whatever he commands. You realize that you’re willing to follow him where-the-fucking-ever. A frisson of excitement thrums low in your belly. Being caught by an entire precinct is worth whatever this is turning out to be. 

“Turn around,” he says. 

When you hesitate, he raises an eyebrow. 

You comply ridiculously fast. You hear that asshole chuckle again, but it doesn’t irritate you. It does something else. Something that you wish you could ignore, but you can’t. Just as you couldn’t ignore it all those nights sitting across from him—the way he would try to hide his real smile, the way he would push his hair out of his eyes and you focused a little too long on the silver rings on his fingers, the way he would stare into his coffee cup, and you wished you could ask him what made him sad.

Now you stare at the polished metal of the elevator wall, too close to see anything like a reflection, but you know he looms behind you. A ghost of smile crosses your face. 

He waits, and you resist the urge to squirm, feeling exposed in this ridiculous hotel maid’s outfit. 

“Nice dress,” he says. 

You can’t help but laugh with him. 

“Where do they find these things?” he asks. 

“Clearly, a fetish website.” 

This time you can feel his laugh on your neck. 

“Be a good girl. Pull up that skirt.”

There’s no going back from this. Already your blood is boiling with his instruction. Slowly, hesitantly, you place your palms flat against your thighs and drag the skirt over your hips. 

“Follow directions and I'll give you what you want.”

As your panties are exposed, there’s a hiss of appreciation from Yoongi. The job might have required this ridiculous hotel uniform, but you make your own decisions when you can. 

“Red?” He runs a finger over the lace trim of the tiny, barely there, covering. 

Already you feel your slick sex, and you wish you could do anything to relieve the ache that he so quickly created. 

You must make a move for some kind of relief. 

“No, none of that.” He kicks your legs wider so that you’re more exposed. You’ve never felt so vulnerable and so fucking turned on in your life. What in the hell? You want to be angry, but it’s the best thing you’ve ever experienced. Everything fades so that your world is the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on your waist. He nudges you to lean over. You comply, realizing that you’re arching your back, wishing for any kind of contact, any kind of sign that he is as excited as you are, but all you get is his voice dripping with disdain, and a grip that suggests mastery not intimacy. It… isn’t a turn off. 

He moves a hand down your body, until he reaches your inner thigh, caressing and teasing. He takes his time, and you struggle not to squirm. When he finally, finally reaches your panties, breath ghosting your neck, your hands almost drop the skirt that he still has you holding.  

Have you been sleepwalking through life? How the hell are you turned on this quickly? A hot, sweet ache is unfurling low in your belly. He’s barely done anything. But knowing that you are the complete focus of his inexhaustible attention is enough to make your heart race. You grip the fabric of the skirt in your hands, willing yourself to comply with whatever he asks.

Without warning, he lowers your panties, pushing them down until they are around your booted ankles. You shiver at the exposure. 

You want to say something, but your thoughts are incoherent. Nothing is uttered but a broken sob, and your mumbled pleas for more. Nothing will ever be enough after this. 

He runs a finger along the seam of your wet pussy. “Holy fuck, you’re dripping.”

His touch is light, and it’s infuriating. “So, you do like following directions.”

“Yoongi,” you whine. 

You bite your lip to stop saying it again. His light touch is torture when you want nothing more than to be filled, begging for more because you’re sure whatever he’s willing to give you won’t be enough. 

He starts slow, languid circles around your clit. You moan, dropping your head even as you continue to hold your skirt so he can do what he wants with your body. 

After more of this delicious torture, you push back against him, needing more friction, more of everything.

His hand stops, and he pulls his body away from yours.  You sob at the loss. 

“You want it so bad, and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

There’s nothing you can say in response, because he’s absolutely right.

“Come here, lick these fingers for me. See how wet you are.”

What can you do but obey? You would do anything he asked at this point. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip and you open your mouth, greedily sucking the taste of your release. Your shameless in how much you want to show him just how good you can be. 

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers from your mouth. You can only imagine what you look like, mouth red, lips slick, voice slurred.

“Please,” you say. You’re not even sure you know exactly what you are asking him for. For him to let you go? For him to never stop? 

“I like it when you beg. What do you want?”

“Wanna come.”

“Hmm, don’t think you’ve earned yet.”

“I’ll be good,” you whimper. You can’t really believe how he has unraveled you so quickly, so completely. 

“Don’t come until I tell you.”

You moan as he pushes two fingers past your willing pussy. It isn’t enough, it isn’t nearly enough. He alternates between faster and harder pressure on your clit and fucking you with his fingers. He’s working you up to a frenzy, and it is taking everything you have not to come.

“Not yet.” He leaves a tender kiss on your neck. It is so at odds with the way his hand is working you. You almost come just from that alone. 

You groan, arms shaking, legs weak. 

“You look good like this, doing what I say.”

“I can,” you insist, but your sob undermines the message.

He hums his appreciation, but doesn’t relent in his ministrations. He just keeps going, his breath on your neck like he wants to bite your skin. He rubs your aching clit, you moan and buck but still he doesn't give the least amount of what you want, a terrible kind of tease he is, but you would rather die than have him stop. Time is suspended as he keeps you hovering, just way from your own release.

You groan his name, and he chuckles.

You’re biting your lip to keep from saying it again, but something must give way as tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“That’s a good girl," he says in that bored drawl, as if hadn't a care in the world. “Come for me.”

Your back arches, body shudders and you can’t help the moans pouring from your lips. Pleasure moves through you like fire. You drop your skirt, as you bring up your hands to brace yourself against the wall. The pressure has built so tightly, so completely, that your release almost hurts. You just keep coming. Your pussy clenches on nothing, and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full by whatever he will give you. You heave a sigh as your body finally calms. You turn around to face him, sinking against the back wall, trying to catch your breath. 

But he takes it again. 

When he meets your eye, he brings his hand to his mouth and sucks your release from his fingers.

There are a lot of things that you could say, like how the hell are you both going to get out of here, but really there is only one thing that really matters. 

“For all that is fucking holy, let me suck your dick.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You haven’t earned it.”

“I’m begging you.”

“I know. I like it.”

“You don’t want me to?”

“Sweetheart,” he says, holding your chin in his hands, his grip strong. “I’m gonna to use that mouth, and you’re gonna love it, but not now.”

“Why?”

“One of us needs to be able to deny themselves, and it clearly isn’t you.”

“I was so close to getting the safe open, I swear.”

“I know,” he says, pushing the elevator lock so that the car lurches back into movement. “That’s why we’re going back to the hotel.”

For the first time, you realize the elevator is going up.

“Now?”

“They won’t look for us there.” He shrugs. “Probably the safest place we could be.”

This is an insane plan. It makes no fucking sense, but on the other hand, he’s giving you another chance. That’s all that matters.

“I can get it open. I just need thirty seconds.”

“I’m giving you fifteen, since you’re the best in the country.”

You knew that would come back to bite you in the ass. 

“Then you can wear whatever we find in the safe while I teach you another lesson.” He rubs his thumb against your cheek, hard. It feels heavenly. 

“Another one?” you ask, reeling from image he’s just conjured. You on your knees dripping with diamonds, doing whatever he asks. Yoongi grabs your hand, pulling you through the open doors of the elevator.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to take a while for you to learn what I have to teach.”

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a/n: thank you for reading!!!!!

Needy

needy

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones?

warnings : slight dry humping, penetration, unprotected sex

words count : 0.9k

A/N : hi guys, as promised, here a little something. I’m sorry, I know it’s short but I really wanted to write something for y’all even tho i was busy.I know it’s not the best but yea. Let’s just say it’s a MESS! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. I hope you guys to spend a nice week. Take care of yourselves. Love you! -sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED :3

M RATED

Strong arms were enveloping you as you woke up from the little nap you decided to take an hour ago.

You wiggled a little to get out of the warm embrace as you wanted to go eat something.

Jungkook groaned as he tightened his grip around you.

You sighed laying your hand on top of his, that was placed on your tummy.

You let yourself relax into his arms, shifting a little to get more comfortable.

It was was all nice until you felt it, his bulge.

Jungkook was grinding his hard-on slowly against your back subconsciously in his sleep.

“y/n.” he breathed out lowly, his breath tickling your neck.

You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip as he rubbed onto you.

“Jungkook.” you whispered hoping he would wake up.

No response.

“Kook.” you tried again caressing his forearm.

Goosebumps raised on his skin as your fingers kept on stroking his forearm slowly.

“Jungkook.” you said a bit louder this time.

Your husband groaned again but this time his hips stayed still and he left a lazy kiss on the back of your neck as he woke up.

“baby?” his voice deep and low.

You just wanted to moan at the sound and jump on him.

“keep going please.” he was confused until you pushed your bottom back on his bulge making him hiss at the friction.

Jungkook didn’t lose time as he turned your body around and kissed you slowly, his hands finding their places on your hips.

“were you so needy, you had to wake me up? huh my love?” you nodded eagerly, cheeks getting warm at his words.

He hovered above you, laying himself between your legs comfortably.

He grind his hips into yours again making you close your eyes at the pressure against your light covered clit.

"you like that, don’t you?”

“yes.” you breathed out.

Jungkook kissed your cheek, his fingers playing with the hem of your oversized shirt, slowly raising it a bit so he could see the thin panties you were wearing.

He touched you softly, his fingertips lightly grazing over your covered core making you raised your hips up into his hand.

“so sensitive.” he whispered more to himself.

“take your shirt off.”

“as you wish.” Jungkook took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the carpet.

Your hands immediately went on his strong chest, feeling the smooth skin.

“Can I?” his fingers ghosting over the waistband of you panties.

“yes.” you replied biting your lip.

He pulled the soft material down your legs, getting rid of his own clothes, releasing his erection.

“do you need prep-”

“no no it’s ok! hurry up!"

"so eager. ” he smirked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, putting your arms around his neck pulling him down on you.

“tell me if anything wrong, ok?” you nodded as he penetrated you not so slow making you whimpered feeling the familiar stretch.

Jungkook checked on you making sure you’re fine.

“baby move please." you moaned out as he did what you wanted, his hips rolling slowly, thrusts getting a bit harder.

"baby you feel so good around me, fuck! so warm and tight.” he furrowed his eyebrows, the pleasure consuming him.

You gripped his bicep as you felt the knot in your stomach.

He bent down to capture your lips into a passionate kiss, before leaving kisses on your neck.

He sucked on the skin lightly, pulling the flesh between his teeth before looking into your eyes a small moan escaping from his throat as you clench around him.

"shit baby keep clenching around me like that. fuck.” he groaned before bending to bite your earlobe.

You threw your head back as he found your g-spot making you moaned loudly.

He kept on abusing that spot that could make you see stars, you walls convulsing uncontrollably around him.

"Jungkook fuck! I’m so close.” you panted the pleasure getting unbearable.

"got ya’ baby.” he muttered leaving a soft kiss on your temple, his hand travelling down between your bodies until it reached your bud of nerves.

He drew little circles on your clit making you arch your back off the couch.

The stimulation made you reach your high as you came around him. You closed your eyes shut, moaning his name loudly.

Jungkook couldn’t held it anymore as he pulled out before coming on your thighs.

"fuck.” he bit his bottom lip, staring at his warm release decorating your skin.

“Jungkook! you made a mess." you looked down at the cum dripping from your thighs onto the couch.

You looked back up at him, this one trying not to laugh.

You laughed along with him when he released a loud and cute laugh.

“I love you baby.” your husband caressed your lower stomach softly making you smile.

“I love you too.” you said before getting up slowly, your legs still a little shaky from the recent orgasm.

“I’m gonna take a bath."

“I’m coming with you.” he stood up abruptly, eager for whatever reason he got excited for, following you until you planted your hands on his firm chest stopping him in his track.

“huh huh. You. You’re gonna stay here and clean the mess you did there." you pointed toward the couch before pecking his lips softly and chuckling as you walked away, leaving the man speechless.

Number 7

number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

bts au

Idk if ur still doing drabbles, but if you are, maybe ot7xreader "you're so different, I love it" "that must feel isolating" anyways ily & all your works u are such an amazing writer 👉👈🖤💜 keep up the good work! :)

“That must feel isolating.”

“Hm?” You looked up from the making of a pretty bouquet in process, confused by what Hoseok meant.

He beckoned his head at the bouquets already made placed on the side while more flowers scattered in an orderly pattern on the table in front of you. “Working so hard late into the night,” he said. “You work alone, owning a pretty flower shop. Doesn’t it get lonely?”

Your lips curled into a small lopsided smile. “No,” you said, “it’s quite rewarding when I’m blessed by your presences after your own jobs.”

Yoongi smirked. “Blessed, huh?” No one had actually been that brave enough to say such things especially to guys like them.

Gangsters.

“You’re different,” Seokjin mused. You had always been different from the first moment you met their eyes and didn’t flinch away but instead greeted them with a warm smile. “I love it.”

The sky was dark, stars above in constellations outside, rarely any vehicles maneuvered around because it was so late — or as your clock stated, too early in the morning for even the sun. It was just the eight of you in the flower shop feeling as if the eight of you were the only ones left in the world.

Pleasants nights just enjoying each other’s comforts. You always looked forward to these times, not caring for how tired you would get and only making excuses to work on your flowers when in reality, you’ve already caught up and was so far beyond from your goal. You just liked having them around even though the only thing you really knew about them was that they were gangsters, headquarters laying right across the street. While the only thing they knew about you was that you were a pretty florist, flower shop laying right across the street of their headquarters.

Jungkook walked in one day on a Valentine’s Day, hoping to get something for his boyfriends even though midnight was about to strike in less than five minutes and your shop had already closed. You giggled at the sight of the man, hair messy and ruffled, looking all disheaveled and in a rush. You made an exception for him and allowed him to just walk out with the flower bouquets you recommended him, telling him that he should just try not to be late.

That was how you saw him again the next day and later, as time passed, you got to meet the rest. They always came around 11:55 pm, your flower shop long closed with you hiding behind a table with all sorts of flower arrangements spread about.

It had become a routine, months in, yet the only thing you knew about each other were your names and what they and you worked as. Perhaps one day you’d come to know more, perhaps they would let you.

Perhaps not.

It didn’t matter at the moment.

Until something changed and one day, the routine didn’t come around for a whole week. You waited and waited, wondering what was going on, eyes casting to their HQ yet never able to catch sight of them.

Ten days passed and on the eleventh, your shop was left a wreck, flower pots shattered, dirt everywhere, the petals of the flowers ripped and stepped on, the windows broken into thousands of pieces, your door left ajar.

Your heart clenched, lips quivering, and you stood there in the middle of the floor, tears uselessly falling yet you made no sound whatsoever. You just stood there, staring blankly at nothing, face never distorted with pain as if you had no emotions.

Someone grabbed your hand from behind and turned you around forcefully. “Y/N..-” Jimin called out of breath as if he had just ran there and when he met your eyes, a blank stare with tears escaping as if you hadn’t realized, his heart pained.

“I...I’m so sorry,” Namjoon said, walking in with a face distorted of guilt. “Our rival,” he said, “they found out we’ve been frequenting this place and I thought that if we stayed away for a while, they wouldn’t do anything to harm you.”

“They found out you meant something to us so they decided to trash your place as a warning.” Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “We’ll get out of your life, Y/N, they won’t come back again, I promise. We’ll clean this place up, you don’t have to worry about any expenses or whatever. We’ll take care of it.”

“We’re sorry for everything,” Jungkook said regrettably and you could see how they all wanted nothing but to make things right again. “You won’t have to see us again, I promise.”

They turned around to leave, a bittersweet goodbye, but you squeezed Jimin’s hand before he could let go and he turned around, confused. “Y/N?”

Upon hearing Jimin’s voice, the rest stopped to turn around, wondering what was keeping them and looking to you for an answer.

You meant something to them, Taehyung said, that was why their rivals had decided to give them a warning through you.

You looked at Jimin, another drop of tear falling yet you never showed any pain. “Take me with you,” you whispered and he watched you, surprised. “It’s indeed isolating here,” you said, noting on the question Hoseok had once asked. “It’s always been lonely but ever since you walked in, things didn’t feel as isolating as it was and I loved it. So,” you squeezed his hand again, “take me with you, I don’t care how dangerous it is. Just make it less lonely. Please.”

There was a moment of silence before Seokjin stepped forward, his footsteps echoing through the defeaning silence, and you looked up at him as he held his hand against your face, a gentle thumb brushing away your tears.

“You’re so different,” he said, “I love it.”

Bottega model

hi !! first i wanted to say thank you so much for writing for black readers this means a lot to me 🫶🏽 i also have a request , could you write something about sitting next to namjoon at the fashion week and being endeared by him because of how sweet he’s acting and how fine he is 😭 just them flirting and then kissing maybe ? thank you for taking your time reading this <33

hello beautiful!

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 — 𝐊𝐍𝐉

pair: idol!Namjoon x model!reader

synopsis: flirting and talking to Namjoon was more interesting then the fashion show.

warning: reader is black coded, flirting, kissing, let me know if I missed anything !

a/n: this was rushed and is very short so I’m sorry !

BTS RM’s Smooth Interaction With model YN LN At The “Bottega Veneta” Show Goes Viral

Your night honestly got better while talking to Namjoon. Such an attractive man manage to make you smile. “I wish you were on the runway, so I could admire you more.” He whispered to you as the models began to walk down the runway. “But you can get the close up version right here.” Tilting your head with a playful smile on your face you watched as Namjoon eyes flicker with a sudden darkness in his eyes— if you could guess probably lust. The flirting was getting to the both of y’all and honestly y’all could care less who was capturing such an intense moment for their article for people worldwide to read.

You definitely have to thank your manager for letting you take a day off and coming up with an agreement to just attend the fashion show. Sitting next to Namjoon was a great decision, the way you quickly picked up a conversation with him and only focused on each other felt nice. “You’re right, I’m lucky enough to get the more meet such a beautiful model up close, maybe I’m pushing my luck even further but I’ll like to hang out with you after the show ends?” Namjoon waited for any response from you, the confidence that he showed you was masking his nervous state of rejection. “Or maybe you don’t—” “I’d love to Namjoon.” You smiled calming his anxiety down.

“Ok pretty boy, we are going to be late for our reservation.” You giggled as you wiped of your smudged lipgloss of his now swollen lips. Namjoon checked his phone, the bright light only being the brightness in the dark corner you both scurried off to outside. “It’s 10:05, we got time pretty.” The nickname made you weak in the knees, the moan you let out as he kissed you again passionately. His hands roaming your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting him to be close as possible.

“What about..your manager, isn’t he waiting for you by the car.” You breath out in between kisses. “He can wait, you’re more important right now.” Kissing down your neck you bit your bottom lip to contain any sound as a few more guest walked out the building.

yea..you definitely have to thank your manager later on.