Cr. Namuspromised

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jungkook + pure female pleasure

no joke that was deadass the title of the pornhub vid that inspired this tags: smut, domestic if u squint, handjob (f-receiving), a lil tit grabbin  wc: not even 2k lol  notes: why do all my ideas come to fruition at 1 am also this is one of many Jungkook fics I’ve started in the past week many of which will never see the light of day <3 god bless x2 bc its not proofread 

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Realistically, Jungkook knows you don’t mean to entice him the way you do. You just loved being in his general vicinity, loved being drowned in his affection, being the sole object of his attention. And he knows it’s the long, busy week you both had that’s making you like this tonight, extra cuddly and extra sweet to him. He’d almost died when you opened the door to your apartment, so soft and warm in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts so little your ass fell out.

He was whipped, anyone could tell you as much, but Jungkook didn’t care. Sure, he’d been deeply connected with other women before, but the way you made him feel, the comfort and adoration you’ve brought him in only the past six months of dating, was surreal. He knows now, all those other relationships he’d been in? Those flings and short-lived romances? Child’s play compared to the sheer amount of love you drowned him in.

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It's a Date

Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: You spend a relaxing evening with Namjoon playing your favorite game. Genre: fluff Word Count: 843 Notes: Thanks to@eatjeanjin,@purplejeon, and @moon-write for reading this over for me.

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

“Put hedges around Tybalt’s house,” Namjoon instructed, patiently beginning an alternating stone pavers and cobblestone path patio.

You sat on the couch, curled into his side. You both held controllers, your focus solely on the television in front of you. You obeyed, pressing a button and watching your character on the screen pull a whole-ass fence out of her pocket.

Namjoon had asked you to help redesign the island in Animal Crossing. It was your game, your Switch, but he had somehow managed to grow more attached to the game than you had. You had begged him to play it with you when it first came out. Now, the only reason you turned it on was because of him.

Animal Crossing had been a steadfast source of solace now that things had been getting busier. Namjoon’s job was starting to pick back up--things were starting to open, venues were starting to open--and so his stress levels had started to pick back up, as well. Free time was scarce. But at least once a week, the two of you would cuddle up on the couch, a large, fluffy blanket thrown over your legs, and eat takeout and play Animal Crossing.

You had grown to look forward to it.

Your head leaned against Namjoon’s shoulder as you silently placed your hedge fence, accenting it evenly with a bit of stone fencing. He continued his patio, sighing in frustration every once in a while when he would accidentally place the path on the wrong square.

The whole island was Namjoon’s design this time. Currently, you were focused on giving Tybalt a front yard that matched his hobbies. You’d spent time during the week trading random people online for the recipes to the barbells and kettleball to complete Namjoon’s vision.

He hummed when he was done laying the stone, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. His hand let go of his controller to wrap around you, pulling you closer to him for a moment that didn’t last quite long enough. You could spend the rest of your life snuggled against him. He was soft, despite his muscle, and he was warm, and his hugs always made you feel safe and loved.

You would miss that while he was away.

You’d only been dating for a little less than a year--nine months, really--but already, he was such an irreplaceable part of your life. Mondays and Thursdays he would show up at your place as soon as he possibly could. Sometimes one of his hyungs would drive him, sometimes he could convince one of the managers to drop him off. But always, he would wrap his arms around you in a bone crushing hug and tell you he missed you.

Weekends, he and Moni would show up on your doorstep, a bag of takeout in his hands. You would read together, or watch a movie, or do work, just spend time in the same space as one another.

Now, Moni’s head was on your lap, the little white dog tired after the walk along the river you’d gone on earlier. You scratched behind his ears gently as you listened to Namjoon lay out the rest of his plans for Tybalt’s house.

It didn’t take long for you to set up the outdoor gym. Some barbells, a pull-up rack, a radio, and a small outdoor table and chair. By the time you were done adjusting the last item, Namjoon had already run off to the next house he wanted to redesign.

You paused and leaned forward, grabbing the takeout container from your coffee table and leaned back, taking a few mouthfuls of noodles before offering the container to Namjoon. He took it gratefully, stuffing his mouth and offering you a tight-lipped, dimpled smile when he got sauce on his face.

He hummed as soon as he was done chewing, pulling you close again, his hand running through your hair. “What are you doing in two weeks?”

You shrugged, leaning into him. You reached across his lap, grabbing his other hand and playing with his fingers. “Not much, I think, why?”

“Don’t make plans.” You could feel him smiling against your head as he placed another kiss to your hair.

“Okay.” You laughed. “Why?”

“There’s going to be an update,” he said shyly, refusing to look at you. “I would like to play it with you as soon as we can.”

You cooed, reaching up and cupping his jaw gently. Your thumb ghosted across his cheek, feeling his dimples appear as he smiled. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Namjoon turned his head slightly, his lips grazing your palm. He was silent, melting into your touch, the game forgotten for the moment. You could see the slight pink dusting his cheeks.

Below you, Moni snored loudly. You both broke into laughter, leaning into each other for support.

When you calmed down, you smiled, kissing his cheek quickly. “Just tell me when, Joonie,” you told him softly, picking up your controller. “It’s a date.”

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

Even my walk was made of Your love and your faith.

44 & 49 with Jin? Either him or the reader is completely oblivious to the other one being head over heals for them? Maybe? 🙈💜

hi bestie i am so happy you requested jin! i have so many fics lined up to write for him that i haven't gotten to yet and this is the perfect chance to give him some love. here is a little bit of pining and some idiots to lovers for you - i hope you enjoy!

☾ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☾ Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.  

☾ Word Count:  2,333

☾ Genre: Best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Light pining, fear of rejection, reader tries to gaslight Jin for 2 seconds about feelings, they're down bad for one another and are very dumb about it, recreational drinking, some explicit language

☾ Published: September 9, 2022

☾ A/N: This is me virtually kissing @here2bbtstrash for reading everything I write and making sure I don't post things with words that don't make sense and accidentally split heads open in the middle of scenes due to typos

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“That isn’t yours,” Seokjin tuts, grabbing the ciders out of Taehyung’s hands and returning them to the fridge. The younger boy lets out a whine, making grabby hands at the drinks that Seokjin has confiscated. “Nope. Those are not for you.”

“It’s a party!” Taehyung protests loudly over the noise spilling from the living room into the kitchen. You smirk as you finish the last of your cider, tossing it into the rapidly-filling trashcan with a loud clink. “You can’t just reserve drinks! Who are they for?”

“Me,” you answer, crossing the space and opening the fridge. Seokjin leans on the counter next to you, smirking down at you. “Jin’s house rules.”

“His house rules only apply to you and it isn’t fair.”

You close the fridge, new bottle in hand. The glass is cold against your hand as you struggle to twist the top off. You grit your teeth, palm squeezing on the cap as you twist the bottle, but it spins, too much condensation built up to get a good grip.

Seokjin wordlessly grabs the bottle from you. You drop your hands as he pulls his sleeves down over his large hands to protect his skin from the twist-off. He pops the top immediately, a hiss sliding through the gap as he tosses the lid in the trash.

You shoot him a smile, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. Of course he can pop the top easily. Not only is Seokjin much taller than you, but he’s been actively hitting the gym lately. Though it’s hard to tell under the cornflower blue sweater hugging his broad shoulders and his narrow waist, his arms have gained a lot more definition.

Not that you’ve noticed.

As Seokjin’s best friend it’s your job not to notice stuff like that. But maybe you do anyway because it’s difficult to ignore the way his dark eyes crinkle at the edges when he gives you the bottle and you murmur a shy thank you. it’s hard to miss the way his fingers brush against yours, heating you from the inside out.

Chugging a bit of the cool, fruity cider does minimal damage control to cool you off. While you struggle to form a coherent thought, still flustered by the way Seokjin does things for you without asking and the way he smiles at you when you show gratitude, he’s already back to arguing with Taehyung about the special liberties that he gives you in his house.

It means nothing – at least not to Seokjin. You’ve always had special permission like eating food on the couch and being able to control what’s playing on Netflix or interrupting his gaming sessions when most of your friends are strictly prohibited from doing it.

You’ve been Seokjin’s number one friend since middle school, though. That’s bound to come with a few perks, especially at his drinking parties but most importantly, his dinner parties. It comes along with being close friends – you’re only awarded the specialty for being his longest friend.

It’s that simple.

You move to settle somewhere else in the kitchen – it seems to be where your closest friends have settled – but Seokjin grabs you by the waist, reeling you in like the fish you watch him catch every Sunday. He settles you in next to him, arm pressed against yours as he asks Yoongi a question about work.

Warmth blooms in you, spreading like the unfolding petals of a lotus. You know it’s not the drink, though you wish it was. You sip the cider, thankful that he’s not looking at you to see the way you put a tiny bit of space between you. The way that you avert your eyes toward the ceiling as you tip the bottle back.

Seokjin has always been really good at reading you. Yesterday he spoke to you for five minutes on the phone after work and by the time you got to your apartment and shucked your shoes off, there was a knock on the door.

He had ordered your favorite delivery to you without saying anything.

There are countless other moments like that: Seokjin sliding into a place next to you at a bar when someone is talking to you that you’re not comfortable with. Showing up at work happy hours to join you and get to know your coworkers. Reminding you of events for friends and work that you mentioned to him. Stocking your favorite cider in his fridge for a party because he knew you would forget.

You’re grateful for all of the ways he fits into your life. But for all the ease that being his friend brings, you’ve been struggling for years to figure out how to hide the way you feel. Your crush that started as a teen has spiraled into something more. Into something worse.

Because you are undoubtedly in love with him. You have been for a long time. But being his romantic partner has never been your role or even an option for you. So you shove it down like the trash at the bottom of the can Yoongi is stomping his foot into to make more room before changing the liner. You pretend it doesn’t exist like Jimin pretends Jungkook didn’t spill red wine on his white, cashmere sweater.

It's easier that way. It’s safer that way. And you know that when Seokjin leans around you, chest pressed against yours to open the fridge and pluck another beer from the shelf, it’s because he’s comfortable enough with you to invade your space. Knows he has permission to. It’s not to be nearer. Not to get a soft breath of scent that is… undoubtedly Seokjin, a mix of vanilla and something smoky with a touch of the spearmint gum he likes to chew.

You float through the party, enjoying yourself. A few drinks in and you feel warm, not enough to be drunk but the soft mellow before buzzed. You’re curled against the arm of the couch, feet pulled up as you listen to Yoongi tell you about his new project that he’s working on when you feel someone drop themselves next to you.

It’s easy to know it’s Seokjin without looking, so you keep your attention on Yoongi even though you smell the vanilla and spice. Seokjin puts his arm along the back of the couch, close enough that your spine twitches and you sit up a little bit, but far enough that you’re not exactly touching.

To anyone else that doesn’t know you, you wonder if it looks like you’re together. Thighs pressed against his, arm looped lazily in your space, shoulder dipping lightly against yours as he leans his head against the wall, pink-cheeked and smiling at something Taehyung is saying across the coffee table.

Yoongi is talking but you’re hearing nothing he is saying. Your heart is pounding, despite the fact you have been in this position next to Seokjin a hundred times. A thousand. Maybe more. But you smell him a little too strong this time and he’s just a little closer.

Heat creeps from your chest to your throat. Spreads through your face. You can feel how warm you are and before you know what you’re doing, you’re getting up and excusing yourself, thundering up his stairs and letting yourself into his room in search of the balcony.

The smell of Seokjin hits you immediately. His room is dark and warm. Soft grey bed sheets tidied on his bed, a gaming desk shoved in the corner with the mouse glittering a pattern of rainbow LEDs, a door leading to a bathroom where you smell a wax melt burning. But overall it just smells like him – a little musky, a little like vanilla, a pinch of spice.

Autumn air hits you when you step outside. You immediately notice that you left a pair of sandals on the balcony, making you smile.

You lean on the rail, blowing a long breath out. Inhaling a long one in. The metal stings against overly-warm flesh. It chases away the anxiety back to a place deep in the pit of your stomach where you can manage it for the rest of the night.

Another deep breath soothes your senses. You can faintly hear the party from the glowing window beneath the balcony. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head up to the night sky, letting the cool wind kiss your cheeks and the beads of sweat collected on your temples.

When the door behind you slides open, you grip the rail a little tighter, but you don’t open your eyes to turn around. You smell him – feel his shadow as he leans on the rail and yawns. You imagine he stretches like a cat, long-limbed reach toward the sky before rolling his broad shoulders.

You know every movement, every sound, every thought, every breath.

“What’s wrong?” You dread the question when you hear him ask. You hum in response, the sound upturned on the end in a question. “I feel like I’ve been chasing you all night.”

“How so?”

“You skirted around me when you came over today. You were like a polarly charged magnet in the kitchen, shifting the opposite way of me until I made you stand next to me. And I sat down on the couch for a total of five minutes before you made your great escape again.”

“I think you’re imagining things. I just needed some fresh air.”

“Don’t do that.” His serious tone makes you open your eyes in surprise, looking at him. His dark gaze is focused on you. There’s no high-pitched laughter now. No crinkling eyes or hand hovering over his mouth as he giggles. “That isn’t fair to me. I’m not imagining that.”

“You’re right, sorry. I just…” Metal bites into your hands as you clutch the railing and chew on your thoughts a bit more. “Stressed. Feeling a bit off.”

“You’ve been a bit off for a while now. Did I… do something wrong?”

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, it’s like you won’t… you won’t let me close to you anymore.”

You frown. “I didn’t realize I was doing that, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

His dark eyes are searching for something. You squirm under his gaze, worried that he’ll dig out your greatest secret. So you avert your eyes to look at the moon, even as he continues to stare. “Are you – are you pushing me away because you know?”

Your brows pinch. Lips turned down. Glancing from the corner of your eye, you ask “Know what?”

“Like-“ Seokjin sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. Your eyes linger, missing the way he struggles with his words for a moment as you’re distracted by the way the silver moonlight paints his skin. He looks beautiful – he has always been beautiful. “Like do you know how I feel about you? Is that… why you’ve been weird?”

Your world flips upside down. You turn to face Seokjin fully, your heart seizing in your chest as your mind catches up to his words. You’re about to snap at him, about to demand that he take it back because teasing you isn’t okay – but you see his face.

Seokjin stands with his hands loosely at his sides, eyes soft and round. Face open, vulnerable. You stare and stare and stare, your lips parted slightly as you blink and shake your head.

Like do you know how I feel about you?

It could mean a million things.

“What do you mean?”

For a moment, he’s silent as he scrutinizes you. Then, he laughs the sound surprising you. “You really have no idea do you? Holy fuck, Yoongi was right. Everyone sees it but you.”

“I don’t… follow.”

“I am so in love with you it’s stupid.”

Seokjin’s words hang suspended in the air like the stars above your head. Your breath quickens and your mind begins to race in time with your heart, a manic symphony. “You’re what?”

“I thought maybe you knew and you were trying not to hurt my feelings.”

“Jin – I – no I didn’t know, how could I know?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just… obvious. I’ve felt this way for a long time. I’m all yours – I just thought you knew. You don’t have to love me back, I just-“

You don’t remember deciding to kiss him. One moment you’re standing in front of him, breathing in the night air through soft gasps, and the next your fingers are wrapped in the soft cotton of his sweater, pulling him in closer as you stand on the tips of your toes to press your lips into his.

Seokjin’s mouth is warm and petal-soft, a breath of surprise turning into a soft hum. His movements are in rhythm with yours, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing as he pulls you a little closer, opening your mouth a little more with his.

The world spins as he kisses you. He tastes like sweet cider with a hint of his gum, lips soft and slow as he licks into your mouth. Kissing Seokjin is everything you’ve dreamed of and nothing you prepared for, the breath leaving your lungs as you give up air to keep kissing him, to keep pressing into him.

When your lungs are screaming and it feels like your heart might explode from his admission, you pull away slightly, eyes closed, chest heaving. You stay like that, the warmth of Seokjin’s chest against your balled fists and the firmness of his fingers, imprinting on your skin and your memory.

“I… so you feel the same way?” Seokjin asks, a little nervous, voice a little hoarse. “Or was that an apologetic kiss? If so, I’d like to file a list of complaints so you can apologize more.”

Your laugh is reedy and light. “I love you too,” you admitted. “Give me the list of complaints. I’d like to keep apologizing.

Bed & Boyfriend(s) [M]

➬ Title | Bed & Boyfriend(s)

➬ Summary | It was meant to be a simple weekend away with your boyfriend. Inviting his best friends for the ride had sounded like a brilliant, yet an innocent idea just the same. Until the secrets are out and revealed, and the heat from the weekend becomes the sinful flame that may engulf you until you are left into nothing else but sparkles of dust tethering in the blissful wind.

↳ Pairings | Taehyung x reader; Jungkook x Yoongi, Jungkook x reader x Yoongi

↳ Genre | Smut, Polyamory!au, Established relationship!au

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | alcohol consumption/drinking involved, foursome, outdoor sex (involving an outdoor hot tub and a cabana), Dom!Tae, Sub!Reader, Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Jungkook (fyi, the D/S relationship between Yoonkook is very subtle in this one), minor male x male sexual scene, thigh riding, dry humping, penetrative sex, breasts play, bondage, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throat, hand-job, double penetration, spit-roasting, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, sloppy seconds, aftercare. Featuring Taehyung’s scarf/bandana because I feel like it.

↳ Word count | 16k words

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @greendoha​. This was meant to be posted sometime last month, but life happened and it’s finally coming out now. I’m sorry this took a long time, but thank you for commissioning me. | This piece may need some more editing, so I’ll come back to this one again one day to fix that.

➬ Taglist | @jeonmisha​, @illicitjams​, @euphorora​, @imluckybitches​, @rm4lyf​

The feeling of content comes rushing through you as you move around in the kitchen.

You have to admit that you haven’t felt this relaxed for quite some time. Perhaps the fact that your tummy is filled with the wonderful dinner that you just had is the reason why you are feeling rejuvenated. You even have a few light hops on your feet as you are strolling back and forth between the dining table to the kitchen, cleaning up everything that still remains from the lovely dinner.

You always feel this way—this light and joyful—whenever your boyfriend would take you to one of these trips during a holiday or in any long weekends like the one you are having now. Specifically, when he takes you to this place, to his lavish cabin that is perfectly located by the lake, right where the air is fresh and pure, completely unlike the one you have back in the city.

Another winning point of this place would be the view outside that looks marvellous during the sunset. You have a whole studio filled with all the pictures that you have taken of the sunset while Taehyung had created a whole pile of beautiful paintings from the view, as the sky would be painted with different tone of colours depending on the season you are visiting this place in.

But what you love most about this place is the fact that this cabin has its own deck where Taehyung has his motorboat tied to, a cabana that you normally rest on to lie down under the sun, and a small, private outdoor swimming pool with its adjacent hot tub that had become your favourite spot to relax in during the cold seasons. Thinking about dipping into the hot tub tonight brings you even more joy that you begin humming as you finish washing all the dirty dishes.  

Perhaps all the good thoughts about relaxing in the fresh air and the beautiful view outside is what brings you to feel this much excitement growing inside you.

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