The Way I Read This Before And I Just HAD To Re-read It Because Im Damn Horny Waking Up

the way i read this before and i just HAD to re-read it because im damn horny waking up 💀✋

MOON WHAT THE FUCK I WANT THIS YOONGI

"Fuck, I'm going to find you during the reception and fit another load in you."

yes. YES YOONGI PLEASE. i love short hot smuts hehe i'm beyond redemption moonie so thanks 😌

fuck you, min yoongi | myg

pairing: yoongi x f!reader

word count: 2,360

rating/genre/au: 18+ | fwb au | smut

warning: this fic contains infidelity. i do not condone such actions and it is a work of fiction. pwp • hate sex • squirting • impact play (tits; once) • name calling (slut, whore) • cum play • fingering • degradation • dirty talk • multiple orgasms • clothed sex • choking • unprotected sex • creampie • standing up sex • no aftercare

author's note: just one more warning; this fic contains infidelity! you've been warned. we have another unplanned fic in our hands!!! i tried a couple of new things for smut writing this time around so i hope y'all liked it! honestly, i love this version of yoongi so i might explore this couple at a later date and turn it into a series. keyword: might.

m.list | ao3

❂ To The Lighthouse ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee through @bangtansorciere ⤐ AU Type: Rough Waters - Infidelity ⤐ Themes: Secret Relationship ⤐ Kinks: Spanking • Squirting • Degradation • Dirty Talk • Cum Play

When you think of weddings, what do you think first? Is it the look of love that passes through the happy couples' faces as they hold back tears? Is it the flowers littering the ground, created by young flower girls throwing tiny fistfuls of petals haphazardly? Is it the vows of eternal promise of companionship, through sickness and in health, and everything in between?

When you think of weddings, what colours do you think of? Is it the colour of champagne - gold dancing in the sun as everyone raises their glasses to the engaged couple; of various shades of reds and pinks dusting the bride's cheeks and lips; and the white of her dress? Whatever you think of first, weddings are meant to be sweet - a day to celebrate love with friends and family; dancing and cake.

What you don't think about in a wedding is the drama of it all: of drunken uncles spewing rude bullshit and aunts tipsy with wine ready to fight anyone that dares to cut her off of her precious alcohol. You don't think of the occasion that occurs after the ceremony is over either - of two lovers entangled in a heated embrace as they consummate their marriage.

And you certainly wouldn't find yourself thinking about fucking another man in your bridal suite, where you're currently pressed up against the wall with the doors locked while someone that isn't your soon-to-be-husband kisses the length of your neck.

"Dearly destested," Yoongi laughs while his hand busies itself with undoing the sash of your robe. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of myself and this slut right here before she goes off and marries one of the luckiest bastards I know."

Rough fingers find their way to your tits, pinching and twisting the nipples harshly before a slap lands across your mounds. You grit your teeth, wincing in the sudden pain, but a moan of his name still rips from your throat and into the empty room. Winding your fingers tightly into his blonde hair, you tug his face down so you can crash your lips in his, enjoying the gasp of surprise from his lips as you pull him closer.

"Shut the fuck up, Yoongi," you seethe, teeth biting harshly on his bottom lip, dragging it a few inches away before letting it go. The grunts of your name only fuels your desire and you fix him a coy look, smirking the entire time as you prod a finger to his chest. "This is the last time you get to fuck me anyway, so enjoy it while it lasts."

Yoongi pulls away with a chuckle, the fire of mischief in his eyes evident as he takes in the set of your jaw. How could he laugh when you're trying to be threatening? He cocks his eyebrow upwards, blonde hair sticking at odd ends while his hand grips the bottom of your chin. "That's what you said last night while you were bouncing on my cock. If it didn't stop you then, which might I remind you, you left your bachelorette party for; I highly doubt it'll stop just because there's now a ring on your pretty finger."

There was no time to grace him with a sarcastic response, especially when his face looms closer and his tongue slides into your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin and down your throat. It isn't fair how heavenly he tastes and the way you've kept your relationship a secret from everyone brings a mix of shame and pride pooling in your chest. It's a strange sensation, especially when you have to constantly remind yourself that you still love your fiance; he's given you the world after all, but there's no one that can drive you as insane in lust as Yoongi. And though your head reminds you over and over again to break things off with him, you'd find yourself in compromising positions like this that renders your conscience silent. You should feel guilty, but there's no time to think of consequences when Yoongi is so hard and rutting against your thighs.

"Please, just fuck me already," you groan between hitched breathing. "We don't have much time."

Yoongi lifts his shoulders in a shrug, a salacious smirk dancing on his lips as he slowly removes your robe from your body. You shiver into the cold air, goosebumps dotting your skin as you watch his eyes darkened with lust. He wets his lips, bringing attention to the redness before ordering you to turn around.

"Spread yourself for me, darling. Let me see how wet you are."

The scathing comment dies in your throat as you obey his command, your hands spreading your ass apart. You whimper quietly when you hear the thud of the belt hit the floor and soon, Yoongi's large, veiny fingers prod at your entrance before plunging knuckles deep into your heat. There isn't enough time for you to react, but you still yelp, tears instantly springing in your eyes as he curls his digits into your walls, thrusting harshly while he groans your name. The wet sounds from your pussy casts heat to your cheeks, your mouth hanging open permanently as you press your cheek on the cold wallpaper. Your arms are starting to burn from the strain of holding yourself open for him, but you continue to obey, fearing that he'll stop the torrent of pleasure wracking through your spine should you falter. You're close -- too close too soon that you can taste it and a broken whimper of his name is the only warning you can muster.

"Cum on my fingers that you hate so much, baby. Come on, squirt for me," he rasps from behind you.

"F-Fuck you," you gasp, but there's no malice in your voice, too busy focusing on the coil that's pulling taut in your stomach. "Fuck! I h-hate how good you make me feel, shit-- gonna fucking cum."

Yoongi chuckles and with a final push of his fingers deep into your cunt, your walls spasm, gushing out heavy trickles of arousal and possibly staining the sleeve of his dress shirt. You're barely breathing, thighs quivering as you gasp and moan; vision spotty and white as you come down from your high and your hands leave your body to clutch desperately at the wallpaper in front of you for balance.

The fingers inside of you slow their pace before stopping and through a curtain of tears, you see a blurred image of Yoongi sucking his cum stained hands. "The next time you cum, you better be yelling my fucking name, hm? Let's make sure everyone knows who this pussy really belongs to."

Min motherfucking Yoongi.

Scratching the wallpaper, you whirl around to spit on his face, the red coil of embarrassment turning into one of fury. But he's faster, large hands slamming next to your head, caging you between the wall and his body. Yoongi clicks his tongue in disapproval, a look of mock concern paired with a tilt of his head making you whimper, mouth instantly zipped into a thin line. "If you didn't like that," Yoongi whispers, forehead touching yours. "You should call off this relationship right now. I'm not the one getting married in" -- he checks his watch -- "less than five hours."

The silence tick by while he smirks at you, showing signs of his pearly, white teeth between slightly parted lips. Yoongi's not that much taller than you, but in that moment, you feel small, the fire dying in your belly as your shaky hands grab at his tie, pulling his face down to meet your lips.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into the kiss. You're not sure what you're apologising for: to your fiance? To Yoongi? To yourself? But you feel the smile on his lips and your chest warms, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Good girl."

He rewards you by placing his dick between your thighs to drag the length of his cock on your slit, coating himself in your juices. "You're going to walk around with my cum for the ceremony," he says simply, dark eyes watching your face intently. Nothing escapes him; not the sigh that leaves your lips or the way your cunt clenches around nothing, causing your back to arch away from the wall. "Oh, look at you, my pretty, personal slut. Is that what you want, hm? Let's do it then. Beg for my cock like you always do, won't you?"

"Yoongi," you pant, staring up at him through hooded eyes. At this point, there isn't a shred of rationality, no last minute thoughts of how wrong this was, because your body is shivering in anticipation of being full of another man's cum while you recite your already broken vows. "Please, I need your cock inside me."

Yoongi hikes your leg up to bury his cock inside of you with a loud groan, thrusting shallowly in an attempt to let you adjust to his girth.

"So fucking deep," you sob, clutching his clothed shoulders with your nails.

"Just the way you like it."

You can't deny it; there's no point. Not when Yoongi begins to pound roughly into your cunt, moans of your name falling past his lips while his cock drags over that spot that makes you see stars. His hand that's hooked under your leg, squeezes your thigh for balance, dull fingernails leaving crescent-moon indents on your skin.

"Yoongi, fuck, I--" Your words aren't coherent, a constant loop of expletives with his name thrown into the mix as you lose yourself in pleasure.

"Touch yourself for me, baby, use those pretty hands of yours."

Obeying his every whim, your hand leaves his shoulder to trace circles on your clit, your moans increasing in volume and pitch as you bring yourself close to the edge again. Fire burns at the end of every frayed nerve, your body alight with desire as your orgasm threatens to pull you under.

"Aww, is my slut going to fucking cum? Yeah? God, you're so fucking tight."

The hand next to your head leaves the wall to wrap around your throat. He squeezes, causing your traitorous cunt to clench tightly around his length. He curses and does it again, head thrown back and moaning wantonly in pleasure. If it weren't for Yoongi's chest pushing you against the wall and holding you up by your leg, you'd surely fall, knees buckling instantly when you howl his name, your arousal soaking his cock still lodged so deep inside you as he continues his brutal pace.

"Yoongi, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you keen, reaching the end with another scream of his name.

He has the audacity to snicker; his hand leaves your throat to grip your hip tightly as he switches his harsh pace into deep, grinding thrusts, prolonging your orgasm while your body thrash weakly underneath him. "Feel good, baby?" he gasps, breathing ragged.

You nod, meeting his own thrusts with your hips as you moan. Yoongi's disheveled, tie loose and dress shirt wrinkled; blonde hair plastered on his forehead. You don't have to look in the mirror to know that you're not faring any better, thanking the gods that you haven't started preparing for the wedding, lest you want your makeup to slide off completely. Despite the bite in his words, Yoongi knows your body better than anyone, but you're impatient, desire coiling again in your belly while he thrusts languidly inside of you.

"What was that about walking around with your cum inside me?" you taunt, relishing at the shivers of electricity shooting down your spine when you witness the twitch in his jaw.

"You're going to regret saying that," he growls.

It is a promise and a threat as he pushes your knee close to your chest. Limbs battered and exhausted, you take every punishing thrust readily, his name permanently etched on your lips while he chases his high. Yoongi's unkind in his thrust, using your pussy as a toy made for him as he whispers harsh words against your ear.

"Need two men to satisfy this fucking cunt, huh? What would your fiance say if he sees you like this?"

"Fuck, I'm going to find you during the reception and fit another load in you."

"Such a filthy, fucking whore."

Every lash of his words gracing your ears only makes you want more. Your cunt protests at the punishment it's receiving, lips puffy and used, but your mind is fogged up with the scent of sex that you accept whatever he's giving you, as you convince yourself that it's really the last time.

"I'm going to fucking cum, fuuuck --" Yoongi groans.

With a final grunt of your name, he pushes into you so deep that your head snaps upwards, hitting the wall, but the pain is dull, especially when he coats you with his thick cum as ropes of white shooting into your battered walls making the two of you groan in delight. When Yoongi slips away, his cum splatters down your leg and onto the floor; your tiny cunt not meant to be filled with so much.

"You can't waste it, darling," he grins cockily before shoving two fingers inside, fucking his cum deep into your pussy.

You moan weakly against his hold, unable to think straight anymore as your limp body accepts his actions without protest. When he's satisfied, he brings his soiled digits to your lips and you part them without much thought, sucking and groaning at the taste of his cum in your mouth. Yoongi hums as he hands you the discarded robe, musing his hair and fixing his clothing in front of the mirror while you do the same.

"Have a great wedding, babe," he kisses your forehead before sauntering to the door. "Oh, by the way, you do look good in white," Yoongi laughs as he slips out of your room, leaving you to dwell in your sins with a wink.

Whatever convictions you've made to remove yourself from his life crumble the instant the door shuts off with a click and your body sags in sadness as it continues to crave his touch.

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NOT ME FUCKING READING THIS WITH ORANGE YOONGI AFTER MY HOE DAY OFF IM FUCKING DEAD

FI MY LOVES HOW DO U DO THIS TO ME WITH A 1K YOONGI PWP? IM? 🗣🥵

𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Even though you're not wearing the space jam shirt and your hair isn't up in two ponytails, Yoongi stills notices. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. yoongi × reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. smut, pwp 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 18+, unprotected penetrative sex, breast/nipple play ig 𝐰𝐜. 1k

— a/n this is for my lovely whores @kithtaehyung , @sugasbabiie , and @gcfkims . i love u babes <3 shout out to ryen for being the hottie that she is that inspired this fic, shout out to dee for helping me out w the premise !! , and shout out to sophie for putting yoongi saying "bunny" in my head 😑

"Yoongi. I'm a shooting guard."

You still remember his outstretched hand that first day you'd met him. The bandana around his head pushing his hair out of his face. The cocky smirk he sent you as he tucked his basketball under his arm.

"So. You're gonna scrimage with us?"

You raised an eyebrow at the surprise in his voice, the absolutely obvious way he was pressing his tongue into his cheek as he eyed you up and down.

"Is that gonna be a problem?"

He chuckled as he let go of your hand. Finally. A trace of lightning lingered on your skin as you pulled away. He shook his head.

"Not at all, Lola."

It wasn't a clever nickname, really. And especially in the dismissive way he threw it at you. Indicating that you may be a good player. For a girl.

Or maybe he didn't mean it that way at all, and he was just an idiot. A flattering idiot that unfortunately made adrenaline shoot through your heart at the snide nickname... But a menace nonetheless!

And you didn't have time for any of that. Not him, or the view you got from watching him shoot from the three-point line earlier. Not the way he walked around like he owned the court, because he practically did. Not any of it.

"On the court." You rolled your eyes, pushing past him with a bump to his shoulder. "Let's do this, one-on-one, first."

Loud whoops and goads came from his friends, egging the competition on. Cheers for you erupted, calling out to Yoongi about "you don't know what you just got yourself into!"

He let out an amused scoff. You had heart, he had to give it to you. And you didn't take any of his shit. Cute.

He passed the ball to you, getting in position, meeting your fiery eyes as he faced you. A smile spread on his face.

"Whatever you say, doll."

Fast forward an ass-whooping by you on the court, delivered fresh from the tips of your Magic Jordan fingers, and Yoongi was asking for your number almost immediately.

"C'mon, doll. You know you wanna give it to me," with an obnoxious smirk to boot.

You huffed, cocking your head, your hands automatically falling to your hips. "If you shoot a basket from here," you pointed to where the two of you were standing on the edge of the basketball court. "Fine."

He let out a chuckle at your joke, until he saw the seriousness in your face. His laughter stopped, replaced with a scoff. "You know that's impossible."

You shrugged, "then there's your answer."

"Wait- Now, come on, Lola don't be like that-"

No chance of a response when you were gathering your things and jumping into your car, ignoring the calls from the hot basketball star behind you.

So how were you ever gonna explain how you ended up here, at a party you found yourself at three days later. Tangled up in his sheets.

"Fuck, Lola. Squeezing me so tight-" He groaned, loud pants heavy in your ear as he engulfed your body with his, sweaty all around. His hips moved at a hard pace, making the headboard shake behind you.

"It's okay, baby." He titled your chin up to look at him. You met his eyes for the first time tonight. Dark, mischievous eyes with a a hint of arrogance. A smirk flashed onto his face. "Don't gotta hold me in. I'm not going anywhere."

You would've rolled your eyes if you could, or pushed him away if you had more pride. Instead, you just wrapped your legs around his waist tighter and gripped his back with your nails.

"Shut up." You whined. Couldn't help the high pitch in your voice, not with the way he was angling his hips inside you.

His breathy laugh tickled your neck, and he landed a loud, wet, teasing kiss to your chest. "Knew you had a thing for me, bunny."

You internally cursed at the heat shooting straight down to your core. Fuck. You buried your face in his shoulder to hide your reaction. But your body had already given you away.

"Like that?" Yoongi grunted cockily in your ear, nipping your lobe for good measure. "Like it when I call you my Lola Bunny?"

You let out a whimper, free of your own reign. You felt him smile against your skin as his mouth licked a stripe down your chest. Wrapping around one of your breasts, he took your tit in his mouth. Swirling his tongue, he explored your nub first. Going straight for the kill as you kicked your legs while he sucked on your nipple.

"Yoongi- please-" You begged, but you didn't even know what for. Your hands were tangled in his hair as you writhed under him. Completely under his control.

"Please what? Bunny?" He released your breast with a pop, coming back up to level you with a knowing look. One that dared you to say it. Swallow your pride, and make you completely his for the night. At least, for now.

"I-" Your face burned with embarrassment. You shook your head with refusal, not even verbalizing your discontent.

Yoongi tsked, and pushed your legs up higher, giving him a new angle. His hand reached down in between your bodies. Your eyes widened as he brushed up against the sensitive nub, threatening to spark your sensations.

"Say it," he leaned real close, a breath away from your lips. "And I'll make you cum."

Your eyes brimmed with tears from how bad you wanted it. You let out a frustrated cry as he started to pick up his pace, just to prove his point. Fucking jerk. And shit, if that if that wasn't a sign that your pride was gone and done with, it would've been the absolutely desperate way you crashed your lips into his, pulling him down with a moan.

"I'm your Lola," you said breathlessly, finding words in between your lewd kisses. "Fuck, please Yoongi. I'm your Lola Bunny. Just- please-"

"Good bunny. Now hold on tight."

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MY ASS SCREAMING STILL

WE LOVE PUNISHING BRATS 😌

Unholy Night: The Brat Teacher || PJM

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are ohh so nice.

❧ pairing: teacher!park jimin x black reader  ❧ genre: smut, angst, a hint of fantasy  ❧ au: holiday, magic  ❧ word count: 1.6k  ❧ rating: R (18+)  ❧ warnings for this chapter: unprotected sex, bdsm themes, dom!reader, sub!jimin, exhibitionism, oral sex(female receiving), orgasm control, impact play in the form of tit slapping, denied orgasms, handjob, obedience play, begging, crying, marking, squirting, brat taming, praising, nipple play, punishment, mutual masturbation??, mention infidelity, mentions blackmailing

❧ a/n: Are y’all ready??? Let’s go!!!! Special thanks to @taesinferno​ for my beautiful banner and @jimilter​ for being the beta reader! I love you both so much! Well, let’s get into it, yeah?!

❧ Written while listening to Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt

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lawd where do i start cuz i just re-read it. my NEW NICKNAME IS CANDY OKAY? i may have read this a couple of times 😗✌️because this JK is a perfect SWITCH 🗣. i will always mention this for every fic that i read with this one but thank you for including the reader/OC asking consent for JK, it’s very rare in fanfiction where a girl asks for their partner’s consent which should be normalized.

AND PLS THE FUCKING BUNNY EARS LIKE I GOT THE WHOLE VISION. the flow of the build up for the switching parts is very well done! and oml oml this lime K WORDED ME:

“You happy?” he spat out while he pushed himself harder. “Wanna be fucked like a rabbit, uh?”

I READ THIS INITIALLY AFTER WAKING UP SO IM HELLA MORE AWAKE EVEN MORE AFTER THIS PART. fr tho, this part shows how their dynamics are as a couple and how healthy their communication is through this 3k plus words so i couldn’t be more impressed 💕

Train the Bunny | JJK | Part 1

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff (kinda), established relationship, idol!Au

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: the plot is sort of a joke…. Candy remembers she owns a pair of bunny ears and accidentally…. puts them on fresh-out-of-the-shower JK. Stuff happens…. 

Trigger warnings: Swearing, mild  petplay, dirty talking, praise/degradation kink, switch Jk, switch y/n, powerplay, brief spanking, very descriptive oral sex (female receiving), fingering, hair pulling/face fucking (male receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship (wrap it before you tap it!!!), squirting, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare.

a/n: thanking my betas @nervous-moon, @joheunsaram . Also @dopesportsoperatorzonk (sorry for the super long wait and for tumblr eating your ask).

Here is my masterlist! Enjoy💜✨

Jeongguk stood in front of the bathroom mirror, too inviting for you not to swoon from the bedroom. 

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MY FUCKING BRUNCH WHAT THE FUCK

SOPHIE REALLY WENT OFF WITH THIS FUCKING JIMIN

the fucking jimin that made me betray tae back then 🗣🗣🥵🥵

perfect men (1) | jjk, myg, jhs, pjm (m)

summary: you’ve got a man but you want them.

pairing: boyfriend! jeon jungkook x f. reader x fuck buddies and friends ???, ???, and ??? genre: smut, pwp, established relationship with jungkook! word count: 3585 words warnings: THIS IS POLY AND I WAS STRESSED WRITING ABT IT BUT IT’S HERE AND I AM PROUD, kind of infidelity???? but it’s all consented???? it’ll make sense djfhbsfd, dom! jungkook/dom! yoongi/dom! hoseok/dom! jimin, sub f.! reader, dirty talk, making out, grinding, reader’s a brat LOL, pet names (princess and baby), name calling (brat, slut, whore), objectification kink, manhandling, (f. receiving) fingering, (f. receiving) spanking, (f. receiving) nipple play, cuckolding, voyeurism, exhibitionism, brat taming, double penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, m! receiving oral, size kink, (kind of) dumbification, m! masturbation, clit play and impact, f. receiving! multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, part two bc there needs to be a part two for this one LOL rating: 18+ for sexual content, please heed this warning! songs to listen to: perfect man by bts (shinhwa cover) | you right by doja cat ft. the weeknd | get into it (yuh) x hangsang remix by doja cat and j-hope of bts a/n: i need to fix the banner pls do not clown me shjbbfhjb and eye do not know what has possessed me ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, between this and everything that’s been released i do not have a good explanation ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, pls don’t clown me too hard!!! dedicated to: FI!!!! @taesinferno <33 happy birthday mahal!! the gganbu, the hoseok to my namjoon, koo’s hot gf, fellow yoongi heaux, my other half, my soulmate, my bestie <33 i love you, don’t look at the tags before enjoying this filth <33 (i’ll be sappy in your dms AND YES IT WAS NECESSARY, I NEEDED TO CLOWN YOU OVER PERFECT MAN DSJHBDBHJD) thanks to: dee! @sugasbabiie who helped conceive this work of art, her brain is big and 99% of the plot belongs to her and her genius ;)) AND ate ryen @kithtaehyung for being a speed beta-reader and convincing me i was doing okay LUL disclaimer: pls don’t plagiarize! thank you! <3 also this is my first poly, pls be gentle with me <3 part one by yours truly | part two by the amazing @sugasbabiie​!!

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i'm crying at 11 AM can you believe that? LEE THIS HURTS SO MUCH IM 😭😭😭

I NEEDA SEE JOON SUFFER FOR DESTROYING ME 😭

but yelling aside, i haven't cried in so long omgg, you're that great in evoking emotions below 2k words 😍

— below your mouth | knj

SUMMARY: he comes over at the same time almost every night but never stays long enough for you to figure out if he’s falling for you the same way you’re falling for him

PAIRING: fuckboy!namjoon x reader

RATING: 18 +

GENRE + WARNINGS: friends with benefits, angst, smut | explicit sexual content in the forms of cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, implied sex, feelings of doubt, heartbreak, mention of an ex, crying, inner dialogue (joon’s just lost)

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: the first drabble for this series is here! it’s angsty but i hope you enjoy either way. please don’t be a silent reader and let me know what you think. i want to thank @moonleeai​ for beta’ing for me. your feedback is always appreciated 💕

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Namjoon is like an uncontrollable obsession, and he is well aware of this. He’s aware of how vulnerable you are to him, and he takes advantage of it whenever he can. Making the same mistakes over and over has led you to this point, and it’s solely your fault for allowing him back in time and time again.

It’s nearly 1:00 a.m., and two knocks on the door startle you. For one thing, you know who it is, and for another, he wasn’t supposed to come over tonight. You can’t help but feel your heart rate increase when you open the door and see Namjoon standing there looking as handsome as ever in his favorite comfortable clothes and a beanie, grinning at you while your heart melts at how his dimples deepen.

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