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Abyss (Water)

┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

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Posted: 04.05.2021

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└─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

The land of water, also known as the Abyss located in the west of Asterio. Abyss inhabits the zodiacs of Scorpio, Pisces, and Cancer. The land was built by three gods Neptune, Pluto, and the Moon. The gods gave each of their children powers to survive in these wet and cold lands.

Neptune gifted his children with the power to breathe air and water, sustain life underwater if needed, sustain the harsh cold of water and winters, and lastly, manipulate water and ice at will. 

Pluto gifted their children with the transformation of rebirth and regeneration of energy.

Lastly, Mother Moon loved her children so much she gifted them with the power to stay in tune with empathy, intuition, memories, and the maternal side's connection no matter the gender. She also gave them the ability to understand the feeling and vulnerability.

The children of Abyss love these gods that they have holidays dedicated to them. Abyss' people give thanks to Neptune by decorating the water with crystals, flowers and eating non-aquatic animals in that week. Pluto week is celebrated with meditation and reflection of their ancestors and their fallen warrior eating food that the fallen love ones had eaten and sending floating lanterns into the star with thank you messages. The celebration for the Moon goddess is at the end of the cycle of the year. Abyss' people prepare with the biggest animals to present it to the Moon to be cooked on later at the end of the celebration. Baths under the Moon to show the goddess your vulnerability and thanks to her. Crystals and weapons are put out to charge with the Moon's light giving them the strength for protection. 

Abyss was always blessed with Twilight's time, where everything had a natural glow, including their eyes. Twilight was the time before the sunrise, and after the sunset, the land was particularly illuminated by the sun but not in total darkness nor total light. Twilight is a wash of three to four color dark blue, light blue, and orange that could be intertwined with either purple, pink, or peach, giving the land an ethereal look. The finishes touch was that the beautiful canvas was decorated with stars.

Abyss' land is cold. No doubt that any visitor much come well covered if they had the risk of dying even before reaching the civilization.  For the people in Abyss, the temperature was no bother for them. They were made for the harsh cold temperatures of the water and ice, so they wore thin clothing; however, there is always the option to wear nice cozy fur clothing from the unsavable creatures. Abyss' people think if they are going to deprive a dead creature of its skin, they will use it in their honor.

Abyss has colors that represent them from miles away. Each color has its meaning.

Blue: The sky, water, and the calm aura the Abyss has.

Silver: A color that each Abyssian has in their eyes that glows in the dark nights.

Turquoise: The connection of the land and water.

White: The peace between every other fight they have won.

Navy: the color of grief and pride for the honorable worries for fought with their lives to liberate Abyss' lands.

Abyss might not have been blessed with metals other than Silver and Mercury with help build houses, weapons, utilities, ornaments, and jewelry. They have many crystals like amethysts, aquamarine, blue fluorite, topaz, tourmaline, lapiz lazuli, opal, pearl, and sodalite.

Abyssian love their crystal, so they decorate it every like hair, ears, neck, finger and body and clothing anywhere they could put it.  

There is a misconception about Abyssian and how they can't grow anything which is true, but they can produce enough for feeding, drinking, medical purpose, and bathing like aloe, apple, chamomile, ferns, gardenia, jasmine, lemon, lily, lotus, moss, rose, and willow.

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"Yoongi, come on, we are going to be late, and we can't miss it!" You rushed your steps while pulling the white-headed boy. "I can't believe we stayed in the cave till late our parents are going to be so mad, Yoongi!" You yelled, seeing the grand hall where open ceremonies are held. The door closed already, and both of the boys were in great panic. " Calm down (Y/n). If we sneak from the side, nobody will see, but we go to be quick." Yoongi eyes held confidence as he pushes you to the side slightly. "I'll take a peak first, and if it's clear, we run and sit with the class." You both held hand and nodded. 

Heart pounding and minutes away from a breakdown, the two boys knew that it could go to ways they go in and don't get caught, or they go in, and the adult already knows they are late. You were confident that it was the second, just like Yoongi, but it was now or never right. 

"We are here to promote children from learners to new warriors. They have shown and proven their abilities in each trial that the gods have placed in their way, from learning to manipulate water to empathic connections.  These are not our children anymore. These are children of the waters of the moons are stars and reflect upon us." The head of the Abyssian spoke with great power and striking encouragement. 

Yoongi saw an opportunity and pull you inside quickly. Sitting with the group of children. It was easy for them to say that they made it, but they did not know that they had done a headcount already. The Abyssian head sighed and continued with his speech, knowing that he would have to pull them and lecture them. They were no longer children, and they needed to understand their responsibilities.

 As the ceremony went on, the children were called to stand in their branch. Three branches are all dedicated to the battles. The first branch is Saf. They can channel their power in an item like swords, staffs, and other melee weapons. The second branch is Dair. They learn to dance while they manipulate water around. They are like the healer as they carry special herbs and crystal that help. The last one is Karu. They are the ones that go through another extensive build put because they handle things like assassinations and messenger. They need to learn to be quick and act fast.

"Quuch hto vexj pivth cheak fuch." The head of the Abyssian said as everyone around cheered and rejoiced.

"Tonight, you rest, but tomorrow your training will start." 

You were buzzing with excitement, almost forgetting the consequences of being late. You always dreamed of being like the Dair. They were so beautiful and powerful. Your parent never discourages you from any branch. They were happy with whatever you picked. Dairy was mainly composed of women, but there was a good percentage of men in the branch too.

Yoongi, on the other hand, despite being a bit of a grump, wanted to be in the Saf like his parent. He wanted to carry the name of general or something one day to stand near or maybe next with the head of their land. 

"You two will come with me." The voice of disappointment from the head lingers in both of the boy's heads. You tried not to cry, but it was almost impossible. You were in tune with your emotions that keeping them at bay was impossible, unlike Yoongi that who knew how to control them and let them out when needed. " It's ok (Y/N). We will get through together."  Yoongi wiped your tears and gave you the lovely gummy smile you learned to appreciate. 

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The beautiful night sky was illuminated by dancing aurora that occurs almost like a bang to a closing chapter at every end of the month. You had finished practice that day wearing your uniform consisting of Navy harem pants, silver ankles, and chains that rested around your waist that carried crystals. The top was a navy crop top decorated with silver accents and crystals that were lopped within the cloth—a thin transparent lining covering your arms. Your hair was had a silver headband with beautiful carving. The outfit itself was beautiful, and it was normal for a Dair to wear this type of clothing because it helps them maneuver quickly and efficiently while dancing. On the battlefield, Dair is usually in front of the Saf not only because they can create a perfect barrier but also to distract those horny enemies. Dair can bring up water particles from the ground and provide them to the Saf or use it to defend.

"Can" Yoongi's voice a delicate as ever when speaking to you. You beam at him with a simple rushing toward him and hugging him." Yoongi, how was practice?" You were, as always, curious about your friend. Yoongi laughed, pulling away from the hug. The action causes you to deflate a bit but was replaced when Yoongi held your hand. Yoongi had his uniform consisting of legging encrusted with silver metal around the legs and an undershirt with long sleeves and silver metal, a mercury chest plate, and a backplate. Yoongi also held a sword and a long staff. Both of the weapons had a transparent sphere with water inside that ejected with each strike.  

"We should go to the cave," Yoongi suggested, which You agreed to. The two males walked through the congested streets of looking at the adult selling, children playing around, and the elders hanging around drinking or playing a game of Ha. The stalls of the vendor side by side selling clothing, jewelry, and other miscellaneous items. The males walked out of the vendor street into a less congested area leaving easy access for the two to escape to their cave. 

"It's still the same as always." Yoongi smiled at the cave that held item that they found throughout the childhood years there was a pelt bed a Moonstone the illuminated the cave and some toys they left. "It has been a while since we have visited this place." You said, walking around the place, taking in everything, including the drawing on the wall made by the two of you.

Yoongi had laid on the pelt bed and cuddled the soft fur. "I missed you, Pisc. We have so much work to do that we don't see each other anymore. Meeting other people scares me enough. I am lucky enough to have a lovely group of females that aren't introverts. The males that are there are not the friendliest unless it's a female. It is almost like a competition." You expressed your small frustration to your friend who sat up. Yoongi held open his arms as you took the opportunity to curl up in his embrace. 

" My little crab. I know it's hard, but we always pull through no matter what together we pull. I missed you too, my little crab, but we have duties for now, and after graduation, we can get back to normality." Yoongi words engraved with care and love of the purest. A type of reassurance that you needed to hear from nobody else but him. 

A comfortable silence fell between the two as you two lay on the pelt looking up through the hole that let the stars shine in. " When we finish all this, I want to ask you to be mine (Y/N)," Yoongi whispered loud enough for you to hear. You looked up only to be meet with Yoongi's silver eyes that held emotions of all kinds like an open book. "Yoongi. Why wait? when it just us two here together." 

The two males' eyes glowed with an intensity almost like the Moon as they slowly closed up space between them. Eyes slowly fell shut as they held each other and closed in with lips planted together. It was sweet like candy and comforting like a hug from a lover, but this was better. The passion the two held as they held each other desperate for their touch, was like they were to disappear from the world and into the fallen stars. 

 Small moans and gasp left from the two males, their hand roaming around each other's fitted body. They wish that they didn't have to pull away from each other, but the air was something they needed. Neptune had made them with the ability to breathe air and water but not breath in sweet kisses. You pulled away and bit your lips—the reminiscing taste of the other ling enough as a reminder of what happened.

"From today under the eyes of our Goddess Moon and our ancestors, I Min Yoongi from the house of Picese want you (L/N) (Y/N) from the house Cancer to be my soul bound for eternity with you. " Yoongi spoke with certainty with not stutter with not ill just passion and from the heart.

You felt your heart heavy with emotions. You never thought that this day would come so soon. You were in a bliss state where Yoongi's arms were the safest place in all the land of Asteria. " From today, I (L/N) (Y/N) from the house of Cancer accept Min Yoongi from the house of Picese under the Moon and our ancestors." You replied as the two of you exchange your favorite crystals, keeping them as neckless.

"We should rest. We have a duty that calls tomorrow." Yoongi planted one last kiss before the two fell asleep.

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"You will be there, right? for the ceremony." You asked Yoongi holding his hand as he pulled you in with a hug " Of course, Can How can I miss my Lovers ceremony. " Yoongi peppered you with kisses while you melt in laughter. It has been some years now you were twenty and Yoongi twenty-two. " I just need to meet up with the head and the battle trade team. Then I'll be there now go prepare yourself. Your mother I waiting for you she wants to help you get ready. " Yoongi pressed his forehead with you and planted a soft kiss on your head. 

You left to the closed ceremony hall where the preparation is put up. Graduation as children is different from graduation as a New adult. Graduation is now a closed ceremony where families and invited friends are allowed to show up. 

"Oh my baby, come on, we need to clean you up. Your father and I so proud of you." Your mother a caring lady who understood you while you were born under the house of Cancer. She was born under the house of Scorpio. Her long white hair that reached her thighs braided and decorated with gems. A light blue dress with white and fur cuff on the end of her arms. Her pale skin, given by the gods almost translucent, made her look like an elven in those stories. " Your grandfather would be so proud that his grandchild took his steps in becoming a Dair just like him." She smiled at you and unwrap a ceremonial Dair outfit. 

You were left in awe at the beautiful color. The half skit with harem pants had different shades of blue a rare golden chains on the waist with topaz crystals. The top was a simple crop top with golden chains that fell to the open skin fur placed on the top of the top, making the illusion of a bust. Golden cuff for ankles, wrist, and neck carved with amethyst dust making it glow more.

You put on the outfit with your mother's help, finally sitting down as she did your hair. Abyssian had the option to grow their hair or cut it. You prefer to keep it in a medium length, as you loved it when Yoongi played with your hair. Your hair white as snow was decorated with golden pins and your favorite crystal opal.

Make-up was never a need for the Abyssian. They had a natural beauty that made them enticing for others. Your mother had applied some eyeliner to enhance the shape of your eyes. 

The Night soon fell, and the families were gathering, including the special guest. All of the Dair graduates were behind the silk curtain hidden away from the viewers. You felt nervous, like an empty pit of worries crawling up. What if you messed up? What if you make a move that was not part of the routine? So many things rushing through your head at the moment that you were surprised when one of the females gave you a smile and held your hand. "You'll do great, dear."

With that, a new level of confidence surge through your veins like water flowing in a river. You were dancing and performing your heart out in front of the elders, family, commander, and Yoongi. Your step, along with the water surrounding you, created a natural rhythm that fills the room as everyone started to clap and cheer. Your hip's clear hypnotic bounce created more energy around you like the water dances and clashes, creating different shapes and telling a story—the story of you and Yoongi.

When the dance was complete, you stood there panting as you heard the clap around you smiles from the elders and commander, the proud smiles from your mother and father, and the special look that Yoongi gave you when you had done a great job.  You had welcome your ancestors in every step of your journey from this day on. 

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"Sir, you can't be for real! Are you sure that those two are not ready to go on such a trip? Why not get somebody with experience?"

"I made my decision they will come with me to the meeting of elements. The elders had agreed for them to join us at the meeting." Elk Head of the Abyssian glared at his low-ranked general. "We will speak about your behavior once I finish my meeting with these two."

Elk entered the room with a smile see the two males ready in their uniform and bags packed. You were next to Yoongi with a neutral face while Yoongi held a determined expression. 

"My two boys. You two have come a long way, and now you have been appointed to come along in the journey. You will be there as escorts once the meeting starts. You are free to explore the areas." 

"Thank you, sir. We will not disappoint." Yoongi started holding your hand and giving it a light squeeze. " We will do our best." You had confirmed Yoongi words as Elk laughed and nodded.

"I am looking forward to you too. We set at the peak of Twilight." Elk said before closing the door.

You let out a sigh and looked at Yoongi, who had closed his eyes for a moment " We will be fine Pics. You are the best in everything you do." You gave him a light peck on his lip before laying your head on his plated chest. " Thank you, Can, but you are the best too. I dont want anything to happen. These meetings are usually like stepping on shells. Hopefully, everything goes smoothly. I want to take you to a place I discovered while I went on a hunt." Yoongi cradle you swaying both of you slowly.

"We will be fine. We always pull through, right?" You whispered.

"You are right. We always do." Yoongi planted a sweet kiss before the two left to see if others needed a hand before departing. 

┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

Translation

Quuch hto vexj pivth cheak fuch. - May the gods light your way.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒

  Bangtan Sonyeondan

Paring: BTS x Reader (Mostly Male readers )

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All of the stories are unedited

Rating Sytem: 

G: General Audience                  M: Mature Audience 

 T: Teen & Up                               E: Explicit Content 

ONGOING 

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘜𝘴 | 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘴 ™

Paring: OT7 X FEMALE READER(OC)

AU: Hybrids/ Omegaverse/ Idol/ CEO

Rate: M

ONGOING

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 |𝘡𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘤

Paring: OT7 X MALE READER (OCISH)

AU: Zodiac Signs

Rate: M

ON HOLD

𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘸𝘴 & 𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴| 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 ™

Paring: OT7 X FEMALE READER 

AU: Hybrids| Everyone is a Kid

Rate: G

Kim Namjoon 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘦  (𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘩𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘒𝘕𝘑)

You were itchy and Namjoon tried to help you but he ends up bringing you to the H.V.C  (Hybrid Vet Center) for it.

Rate: G

𝘔𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 

You have always been a chubby person it doesn’t help that you are short too but to Kim Namjoon you are the most beautiful thing in the world.

Rate: T 

Kim Seokjin 

𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘱

You are a bunny hybrid and you have a major crush on your older friend who is a snake. Luckily there is a trip how will the trip turn out for the both of you?

Rate: T 

𝘚𝘩𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘮 & 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘚𝘶𝘣| 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 ™

You are a WolfDog and while you tend to be shy your owner Jimin pushes you to have friends like a certain sassy Maine Coon.

Rate: T/M

ON HOLD

Min Yoongi 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘶𝘱

Yoongi has been having a hard time and the heat he has been recently having through social media was too much. A psychologist recommend Yoongi to get a Service hybrid to help him. You as a working hybrid dog you take pride in what you are a service dog.

Rate: M 

𝘖𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦

You recently move away with you big brother Yoongi but you have been to scared to asked for cuddle at night because you were too shy to ask. 

Rate: G

Jung Hoseok 

𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 & 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

Hoseok told you that you guys were meeting up with Jimin and his hybrid Jungkook at the park. You were sad because you couldn't find your toy to take with you but Hoseok help you.

Rate: G 

Park Jimin 

𝘈 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦

Kim Namjoon your owner bring in a new mamber to the family and you dislike it.

Rate: G

Kim Taehyung 

𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴

You come from an all prey country side and when you finally get to go to the university you become aware of the thing around especially Predatory however this fellow tiger student wish to be your friend.

Rate: G 

Jeon Jungkook

𝘚𝘩𝘺 𝘉𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘉𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

You are a male cow hybrid and while you are a college student with great grade you still needed money to pay for things so you worked as a camboy.  Jungkook a wolf hybrid has been crushing on you since he first saw you.

Rate: M/E 

𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

You are one of the best agent in the shadow company. You take pride in being the best agent however when the director tells you that a new graduate agent is your new partner but the catch is he is a bunny. How the hell will a fox and a bunny hybrid will work together.

Rate: T 

Others 

𝘙𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴

You were frustrated because it been a while since your mates had given you anything attention which lead to special playtime.

(MYG x M.R x JH)

Rate: M/E

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Never Goodbye // myg

It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: one shot, angst, fluff, quick smut, rash decisions

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of past SH/scars, sad-ish smut, d-day tour, swearing, almost oral (m4f), dom!suga sub!reader, unsafe sẽx, creampie, fluff if you hate fluff.

note: My depression has been hitting so hard lately. I will re-edit tomorrow, I’m exhausted and can’t double check tonight. I love Min Yoongi, I will backflip for him. In all honesty, when Yoongi did his first live since being gone for a while, I ugly sobbed over my iPad. I missed him so much and the thought of him leaving shook me to my core lmao. Though I’m overdramatic, I am a proud military wife for 3 so far of 7 husbands. Enjoy the one shot and feel free to submit requests to the link in my bio, and listen to some of my playlists also in the bio. I will post Ramo Buchón and this story on Ao3 next week. -dubu

I stood in the dimly lit record store, surrounded by rows upon rows of vinyl records, each a portal to a different musical era. I held in my hand the debit card my thoughtful boyfriend, Yoongi, had given me to use this afternoon. He had gifted me a beautiful scarlet record player, and now I was on a mission to fill it with music.

The store was a treasure trove of musical history. Rows of records stretched out in every direction, organized meticulously by genre and artist. I traced my fingers along the spines, feeling the nostalgia emanating from each one. Rock, jazz, classical, pop – it was all there, waiting to be explored.

My indecisiveness was palpable as I contemplated my choices. I would pick up one vinyl, then another, carefully examining the album artwork and reading the tracklist. Yoongi had given me complete freedom to choose, and I wanted to make sure every selection was perfect.

In the midst of my contemplation, my thoughts drifted to Yoongi. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the way he had surprised me with the record player earlier. It was clear that he knew just how much I loved music like him, and he wanted to share that passion with me.

As I continued browsing, my eyes suddenly lit up when I spotted the records I had been searching for. There, among the vast collection, were albums by Queen, Mac Miller, Lee Moonsae, and Diana Ross – artists whose music had shaped my life. I felt a rush of excitement as I reached for each of them, holding them close as if they were precious treasures.

With a heart full of gratitude for Yoongi's thoughtful gift and a bag full of vinyl records, I headed to the checkout counter. I knew that each record I had chosen would be a soundtrack to special moments shared with Yoongi, and that made the indecisiveness and the joy of discovery all the more worthwhile.

My collection is finally growing again and I’m so grateful to him. I checked out quickly, holding a brief conversation with the nice blue-haired woman at the counter. Thanking god for the half empty store, I stepped out into the cold air. I called a taxi on my phone and waited the everlasting 10 minutes as I nearly froze in place.

The sleek navy-blue car pulled in front of the little store, a middle aged man stepping out of the drivers side to open the door for me. I thanked him as he grabbed my bag and set it in the trunk for me. The short drive back to our apartment was quiet, the hum of NPR coming from the radio piercing the silence. The heater blowing directly at me.

We pulled up to the tall building hurrying so I can escape the cold air. I grabbed my bag from the man and tipped him extra for his generosity and service. I scanned into the building making my way to the elevators past the front desk. After I exited the elevators I grew more excited to see Yoongi. I skipped happily to our door, putting in the key code.

I’m greeted by the smell of air freshener and our puppy running up to me. Excitedly licking my hand and wagging his tail. I closed the door setting my bag on the small table near it and then taking off my shoes.

“Hi baby!” I said cheerfully looking at Yoongi as he walked over to me. He grabbed my waist and placed a kiss on my check, making his way down to my neck. Resting his head on my shoulder as he held me. I felt like putty in his palm, moving to grab his face and plant a kiss on his lips.

He hummed into the kiss, letting his hands sneak around my waist to my ass. I giggled and pushed him away immediately, missing the feeling of his hands on me already. He pained a hurt expression and I gave him a knowing look. He was supposed to be packing but the laundry basket I left him to sort through seemed to be almost untouched as it sat idle by our sofa.

“Min Yoongi why is your laundry still folded neatly in that basket?” I questioned pointing to his clothes and resting a hand on my hip. “I needed a break,” he said nonchalantly, walking to go sit back on the sofa. He was precious but we have things to do and I can’t let his cuteness distract me. I grabbed my shopping bag from the table and walked over to Yoongi, sitting on his lap so I could show him the merchandise.

“Let me show you what I bought and then I’ll go start on dinner while you actually pack,” I said smiling at the way he rested his hands on my thighs. I took the vinyls out of the bag, setting the first two on the sofa cushion next to us.

“First I got this classic Diana Ross record, but I can’t hold in my excitement anymore!” I said grabbing the Mac Miller record and handing it to Yoongi. I watched as his eyes light up in excitement. “I know I was supposed to be shopping for me but I couldn’t help myself.” I said starting to tear up. I didn’t want to cry but the emotions are hitting hard, Yoongi leaves in a few days.

“Thank you so much baby I love it,” he said setting the record aside to kiss me softly. Yoongi sighed as he stared down at me on his lap. I noticed the worry in his eyes and sat up placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you okay my love?” I probed gently.

“It’s just…I can’t help but worry about leaving you alone again while I go on tour. Your depression and anxiety, I’m afraid they might worsen, and I won’t be there to help you when you need me the most,” Yoongi said staring deeply into my glossy eyes.

I smiled warmly at his confession, cupping his face in my hands. “Min Yoongi, it’s so easy to see why your parents named you light. You’ve helped me through so much already, you are my light. I’ve learned so much from you about handling my emotions, and even on my worst days, just a phone call with you can calm me down. I’ll be okay baby, I promise,” I choked out.

Yoongi looked at me for a second, seemingly analyzing me. He nodded slowly pulling me into a tight hug. “I know you’ve grown stronger, but I can’t help but worry. You mean the world to me Y/N,” he said as I buried my face in his neck.

“And you mean the world to me too, Yoongi. We’ll get through this together, just like we always do.” I said hugging him tighter. We stayed in our embrace for a while, finding comfort in each others presence. Eventually I break the hug and get up to go make dinner, while Yoongi starts to sort through his laundry basket.

“I guess I’ll actually start getting my things in order,” he mumbled to himself with a huff. He stood up flinging open his suitcases, and throwing in a few items he eyeballed. I giggled at how unenthusiastic he was being.

“I’ll help you pack after dinner Yoongs, you know I have to double check and make sure you have everything you’ll need.” I said busying myself at the stove. After I mixed the pasta, I told Yoongi to set the table while I change and I’d be right back.

I retreated to our bedroom, eager to change into my comfortable pajamas. As I shed my days attire and donned my soft, oversized pjs, my eyes involuntarily drifted to the prominent scars that crisscrossed my body, momentos of a harrowing time that altered my life.

A wave of sadness washed over me, recalling the challenges in my journey to recovery. Moments of doubt crept in, but just as I was about to get lost in my melancholic thoughts, I heard Yoongi’s voice gently calling me from the dining area.

“Babe come on I’m hungry and your food smells too good,” he whined cutely as I walked into the dining room. I placed some pasta in his plate and sat in the chair across from him, unconsciously tugging at the short sleeves on my shirt, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Yoongi hummed in delight at the taste of the cream pasta, and I quietly chewed along. It didn’t take long for us to finish our meal, I stood up making my way to the sink, grabbing the dishes from the table. I started washing dishes, mindlessly humming one of Yoongi’s songs.

“Why’re you so quiet tonight sweetheart?” Yoongi questioned as he walked up behind me. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, he then pulled me flush against him. “Talk to me Y/N,” he said in my ear, leaving a soft lingering kiss behind.

“I’m sorry I just don’t feel the best, honestly, I feel like a burden. All these ugly scars already make me feel less than, but the thought of me holding you back from doing what you love pains me the most, Yoongi,” I said nervously, melting into his embrace.

Suddenly Yoongi unraveled his arms, reaching around me to turn the faucet off. I turned around to face him, confusion flooding my features. He gently placed his hands on my face, searching my eyes for an unknown answer.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you Y/N?” He asked. I nodded slowly, bringing my hand up to touch his that rested on my cheek. He leaned down to place a kiss on my lips, hovering close after he pulled apart.

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Yoongi guided me over to our bed, helping me up onto the tall mattress. He climbed onto the bed, gently pushing me to lay down flat on my back.

“With every piece of clothing I remove from your body, I’ll leave a trace of me behind. You deserve to know how gorgeous you are Y/N, how utterly irresistible and perfect you are. Every piece of you that you view as an imperfection, I view as another reason to love you.” Yoongi said removing his black shirt from his toned figure.

He removed his shorts, carelessly tossing them to some shadow realm. He looped his fingers under my, formally his, oversized shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

He stared at my exposed chest for a second, eyes flickering back to mine every so often. He then leaned down, placing a trail of kisses down my neck, and stopping when he reached my collar bone.

He started leaving behind love bites, sucking and licking at the quick forming bruises. I hissed in pleasure as his tongue felt like pure ecstasy, sighing at the way he took my nipple into his mouth.

He looked up at me through hooded eyes, staring at me intensely as he massaged and sucked my breasts. I moaned his name quietly, wrapping my legs around his torso as he moved his attention to the other side.

He made his way down my exposed front, leaving no inch of skin without a trace of his love, or tongue. He moved further down the bed, hooking his fingers under the band of my flower covered panties.

His eyes never left my face, he smirked as I watch him in anticipation. Stomach quickly rising and falling with every nervous breath. He pulled them down my legs painfully slow, I shivered as the cold air hit my exposed clit. He’s barely touched me and I’m already a soaking mess.

He placed a kiss on my left hip bone, massaging the right one with a free hand. He kissed his way down until he hovered over my center, watching the way my eyes drank in his sinful appearance. I could feel the warmth of his breath hitting my core, causing an accidental whine to escape my pouty lips.

He let out a breathy chuckle before placing a kiss on my clit. That earned another moan from me as well as a tight grip on the rappers long hair. He sat up suddenly, receiving a look of disappointment from me. “I can’t wait any longer pumpkin, I need to fill you up like the good girl you are. Gonna make you cry for a much better reason than before.” Yoongi said tossing his boxers to the side and rubbing his length against my pussy, I squirmed in anticipation.

I felt his tip probe at my entrance, his length slowly being engulfed into the hot, soft cavern. I gasped at the intrusion, squeezing Yoongi’s arm as he began to move slowly. With every thrust I clenched harder, scratching down his back as he loving fucked me into oblivion.

“I can never get enough of you princess,” Yoongi grunted out as he sped up his rhythmic movements. “This is my pussy baby you’re mine, all mine, and no one else’s.” He growled eyes darkening with pleasure.

“hmfp I…I’m all yours Yoongi all yours please please fuck me just like that,” I stuttered out, crying as my body grew sore with the force of Yoongi’s hips slamming into mine. I enjoyed every second of this painful pleasure, yanking him by the neck down to my mouth. Lewd noises echoed through our apartment, a melody of wet sounds and heavy breathing reverberating off the walls of our bedroom.

I screamed in pleasure as Yoongi reached down and started furiously rubbing my swollen clit. “Fuck down on me Y/N, let the neighbors hear all those pretty noises you make. Tell me how much you love this dick baby it’s all yours,” he said hotly leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.

“It’s mine oh f…fuck Yoongi I can’t take it, I want you to cum inside me please. N…need you to fill me up so I can fully be yours,” I choked out in between sobs. Before I could react the bed shook with extreme force, Yoongi unbelievably fucking me deeper, lifting my hips off the bed and squeezing my bruised hips.

I felt his dick pulsate inside me, indicating he was just as close as I was. “Fuck…cum with me baby,” he grunted out head rolling back in pleasure as his pace slowed. I felt his warm cum shoot inside me, I shook furiously hips spazzing as Yoongi gently set me down. He wiped my tears as I exhaustedly went limp, too tired to get another word out.

“I hope you know I’m going to think about this all the time while I’m gone,” Yoongi said grabbing some water from his bedside table to give to me. I mustered the courage to sit up and graciously take the water, passing him the rest after I finished. He leaned over and placed another kiss on my lips, holding me in his arms as he quietly talked me into a restful sleep.

Yoongi stood by the door, his bags packed and ready for the waiting vehicle outside. I watched him, my eyes brimming with emotions as he turned to face me.

“Y/N, I wish I didn’t have to leave without you, but I know how important your work is to you. I promise I’ll try to call you everyday, no matter the time difference,” he said softly.

“I know Yoongs, but I’m going to miss you so so much,” I said voice quivering as I struggled to keep my composure. My body shook with sadness, shoulders slouching in defeat. Yoongi cupped my face in his hands and gently wiped away my tears.

“Hey look at me, beautiful. I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart is always with you. If you ever need anything, if you’re feeling down, just call me and I’ll answer in a heartbeat. I would fly across the country in seconds to get to you my love. I might not say it enough, but you mean everything to me Y/N there is no me without you. You’re my inspiration, my strength, and my love.” He confessed, his eyes holding a depth of emotion he often struggled to express.

“I love you too Yoongi, more than words can say,” I said while sniffling. Yoongi smiled at me through glossy eyes, clearly trying to hold it together for me. “Actions speak volumes, right? I’ll prove it to you everyday I’m away. This tour won’t change how I feel about you, and it damn sure won’t change us.” He said pulling me into another tight embrace. A car horn could be heard impatiently honking in the background.

“Goodbye my love,” I said smiling through my tears.

“It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again darling.”

P*$$Y Fairy // pjm

read the title…

pairing: jimin x fem!reader

genre: one shot, quick smut, one take, unedited

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, extreme dirty talk, spit play, fingering, riding, oral, overstimulation, begging, exhibitionism, dom!jimin sub!reader, nipple play, degradation, dumbification, mild non-con (read at your own risk seriously)

note: This is really for me because I need park jimin right now, biblically, but enjoy if you want at your own risk. Playlists and other works in bio, or tagged under bts fanfic. Submit requests in bio. Yes the Namseok fanfic is still planned to come this Sunday, but who knows I might post it in the middle of next week. Have a great week nasties☆ -dubu

As you and Jimin sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, the warm ambiance of your engagement dinner filled the air. You had just savored the last bites of your delectable desserts, relishing in the sweet moments you shared.

However, as the evening came to a close, a flirty waitress approached your table, her intentions clear as day. Ignoring you completely, she leaned in toward Jimin and playfully inquired about the bill, her overt attempts at flirtation leaving you no choice but to dryly chuckle at the waitress's rather poor timing.

Unfazed, Jimin paid the bill without acknowledging the woman's advances, his unwavering devotion to you shining brighter than any fleeting flirtation.

“Did you see how she was practically hanging on you, Jimin?” You said slightly upset at the unwarranted encounter. “Yeah, I noticed, sweetheart. Trust me, it didn't go unnoticed. But you know I only have eyes for you, right?” Jimin said, reaching his hand across the table to rub yours. Admiring the diamond that rested on your delicate finger.

“I know, minie. It's just... It bothers me when people act like that, especially when we're out together,” you said quietly. You moved your hand away from his, grabbing your purse and standing up to leave.

“Y/N, babe. Where are you going?” Jimin said pushing up from the table with a huff. He pushed through the double doors easily catching up with you in the small parking lot. He screamed your name causing you to freeze next to your vehicle.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you Y/N,” he pushes you against the car, not waiting for you to turn around. “I don’t care about that woman in there, I only need you my love, but you’re pushing your fucking limit,” you gasp out, Jimin’s hand coming in direct contact with your clothed pussy. Your legs shiver in the cool night air, miniskirt flowing effortlessly as the wind grasps ahold of you.

Jimin starts pulling your panties to the side, breathing heavily on your neck as he forcefully grinds against you. His lips are close to your ear, making the hair on the nape of your neck stand in anticipation.

“Look at you darling, already submitting to my touch,” he says whispering into my ear hotly. “This is mine, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you doll, right here where anyone can see you being a pathetic slut.”

Jimin doesn’t bother to give you a warning, he dips two fingers into your wet center, using his free hand to grab your neck. His rough calloused fingers sending you into a frenzy, you tried to stifle your moans, equally afraid and aroused at the thought of getting caught.

His fingers felt like fire inside you, you whimpered at the sweet pain of his unwanted intrusion. Your body betrayed you in every way, his breath was hot against your neck.

He started rubbing you torturously slow, the fabric of your panties pressing into your skin. You felt your arousal drip down your leg, whimpering at how exposed you felt. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, biting and sucking near your collar bone.

You hissed at the stinging sensation, sighing as he licked over the forming bruise to sooth your sensitive skin.

“Look at how wet you are, such a slutty little thing,” he taunted, you could hear the mocking pout that grew across his plush lips.

You needed him, sinfully, your body reacted before your mind. You clenched around his fingers in desperation. He used his free hand to yank your skirt up, roughly turning you around to face him. He smirked arrogantly, relishing in the control he has over you.

Slowly, he ran his finger along the slit of your pussy, earning another string of pitiful whines from you. “What if we get caught sweetheart? Hmm? You like the idea of someone catching me knuckle deep in your cunt? MY cunt,” he said chuckling at the broken moan you choked out.

“M…minie I think someone’s coming please stop,” you say, trying to move his hands away from your body. Gasping as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

You tried to fight against him, when did his grip get so strong. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it over your mouth as he plunges his fingers back into your pussy.

“Look at how ready you are for me, honey,” he taunts, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your stomach tightening again in response to his touch.

He pins you against the car, ducking down as someone walks in front of your parked vehicle, his fingers moving at lightening speed.

You felt like a dirty whore, getting fingered in a dark parking lot by the man you loved most. He kneads his palm against your clit as his fingers work inside you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Aw I know baby, you gonna cum for me?” He coos, caressing your pussy in a come hither motion, sending sparks through your body. You nodded frantically, clenching around his ring adorned fingers, crying out into his hand as he pulls away before your orgasm.

Your legs shake embarrassingly hard, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing. “Too bad you have to wait,” he rubs your lower back lovingly, sticking his fingers in his mouth before opening the door for you to enter. You pulled your skirt down hastily, fearing someone would walk by and catch you half naked.

You climbed in quietly, body still reeling from Jimin’s assault. He closed your door quickly making his way into the drivers side door, and pulling out of the dark parking lot.

Your gaze couldn't help but wander to him. His hands, beautifully tanned and veiny, gripped the steering wheel with confidence. The soft moonlight played on his sharp jawline, casting enchanting shadows that accentuated his features.

Lost in admiration, you watched him focus on the road ahead, subconsciously squeezing your legs together as he licked across the plump flesh of his lips.

However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted as he pulled up to your home, reminding you of what was to come.

He turned towards you, tilting his head downward to look at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes widen in suspense, Jimin loving every second of how weak you are.

Even his eye contact was fierce, consuming you as if you were his prey. He eyes you a little longer before unlocking the car doors. He steps out, stalking around to open the door for you.

You don’t say anything, walking hand in hand with Jimin through the threshold of your shared home. Once your shoes are off, you’re being guided to your black sofa.

Jimin sits down coolly, eyes roaming your body carefully. With gaze fixated on your cleavage, he grabs your hand pulling you down to the floor. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, staring up at him through glossy eyes.

"You see what you did to me, darling," he rhetorically questions, pressing your hands onto his hard on. “Beg for it,” he breathes out calmly, titling his head to the side expectantly.

The warm feeling in your tummy coming back in waves of pleasure. You try to speak but can only muster a feeble whine.

“Look at you in front of me, so sexy. Now fucking beg for it Y/N.” He stared at you, waiting for you to defy him, ready to devour you.

Please…please minie, I need you so bad,” you said panting when he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

“Aww, you sound so pathetic, sweet thing.” He let go of your hair, eyes moving between his zipper and your face. You knowingly move to unzip his pants, a light brown suit tailored perfectly for his body.

He raises up letting you pull them down his muscular legs. Your mouth slightly agape as his dick springs free from its confinement. The pink tip already leaking precum, his size will always make your mouth water. He isn’t long but he’s really thick, girth easily stretching you nearly in half.

You took him into your mouth, choking before his tip could reach the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, he tasted sweet on your tongue.

He bit his lip as you swirled your tongue around his tip. Groaning and fisting your hair as you licked up the underside of his dick, paying extra attention to the prominent veins.

“Mmm, such a perfect mouth baby.” His hips started to jerk up, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You gagged in response, coughing around him.

You twist your hands around his shaft firmly, roughly sucking on his tip. He groaned your name lowly, hand gripping the soft cushion next to him.

He whimpered as you swallowed around his tip, using one of your hands to play with his balls. Giving them extra attention with how heavy they feel. You craved him dearly, wanting to drain him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you speed up.

“Look at me baby, look at me with my cock in your mouth.” He commands intensely, smiling at the tears falling from your eyes. He rubs his thumb across your cheek, swiping away the moisture.

He lightly slaps you on your cheek, signaling you to stop. You look up at him in confusion, pulling him from your mouth with a light pop.

He pulled you up by your arms, standing you up and instructing you to lay across his lap. Nervously, you climbed onto his lap, chest coming in contact with the soft black cushion to his right. Your knees rest on the cushion to his left, shivering as you felt a breeze under your skirt.

He unzipped your miniskirt painfully slow, pulling it down your legs and discarding it across the living room. Your panties joining them right after.

He removed the black tie from his shirt, strategically tying your hands behind your back. He ran his index finger down your back until he reached the base of your spine. Chuckling at your body’s reaction to him, you felt his cock twitch against your tummy. Slick against your soft skin, crying to be inside you.

“Such a needy Whore, so stupid and pretty, all for me.” He gushed, bringing his hand down and placing a firm slap on your ass. You hissed at the pain, feeling embarrassed at the arousal dripping down your leg.

“Just a dumb slut, and you’re all mine to use.” He delivered another slap to your ass, the sound echoing through your home. You cried out loudly, sobbing into the sofa cushion.

“I know, baby,” he coos, caressing your ass gently, the cool of his rings soothing your burning skin. He runs a finger between your cheeks, stopping just above the entrance of your core.

“You want me right here baby? Hmm?” He questions running his middle finger over your slit, collecting the wetness to taste. Moaning at the taste, he delivered a powerful slap directly on your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, squirming on his lap uncomfortably.

“Stop moving and let me see where you need me.” He threatened in your ear, grabbing your throat pulling you backwards toward his face. He placed a kiss on your ear before letting you go, using both of his hands to spread your lips apart.

He moaned at the sight, staring until you felt uncomfortable under his watch. You could feel his eyes on your core, cool air making you clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty hole, Y/N. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He placed his hands on your hips, carefully lifting you until you were upright on his lap, facing away from him.

He lines himself up and rubs against your pussy, you let out a strangled moaned, struggling against the fabric of his expensive tie digging into your wrists.

He pushes in slowly, you clench unbelievably tight around him, causing him to shudder. He’s so thick you can never fully adjust to his size.

He reaches around sloppily rubbing his index and ring finger over your clit, groaning at the contact you started to bounce on his cock. Taking every inch of his girth, feeling it in your tummy.

“Good girl, take my dick just like that.” He growled speeding up his tempo, rhythmically grunting with every movement. A melody of his name left your mouth, crying as his tip hit your sweet spot just right.

“Mm I love fucking you raw, such a nasty girl taking daddy’s dick like this.” You can’t think straight, the sound of him moving in and out of your pussy is so obscene. “So perfect, sweetheart.”

“Jimin,” you sob out, fighting against your restraints, needing to touch him.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts in your ear. “Tell me Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You feel your orgasm building, your tummy tightening and tightening with his every thrust.

“Hmmfp…I’m gonna cum, minie please can I cum,” you begged miserably, feeling the stickiness of your love making coating both of your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, rubbing solid circles against you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

That’s all you needed to hear, shaking uncontrollably you came around his cock. Feeling his movements becoming sloppy as he twitches inside you. You whimper in pain, body over stimulated.

With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you, calling your name out repeatedly. You felt filthy, his cum leaking down his shaft as he lazily fucked into you, milking himself.

He untied your wrists, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together perfectly, fitting like missing puzzle pieces. You felt him grow hard again, making you shudder in fear. Too sore for another round but willing to go all night.

He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table.

“We’re not finished, pet,” you moan his name, arching your back as he sucks harshly on your nipple.

The end.

Hello lovelies, so the past 2 weeks have felt like limbo for me. I’m restless, constantly in a trance, and I cannot get anything done. I am on 2 new medications so they are settling in my system, and it’s a weird but necessary transition. I’m saying all of this to say, a new story will not be posted tomorrow, I can’t write. I’m too tired and I refuse to give you guys shitty, rushed work that’s not even a fraction of being up to my standards. I will come back with a bang when I can, there is no set date so far I just need to feel a bit better. Have a wonderful week, ily. -dubu

I hope you guys enjoy the new Seokjin one shot! Good to be back, also I posted my masterlist!

I want to write a few mindless drabbles next week, but I’m afraid I won’t get any requests…

Cherry Airhead // pjm

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pairing: Jimin × fem!reader

genre: smut, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, unedited so beware

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unsafe sẽx, dirty talk, pet names, c0čk worship, spit play, fuckboy!Jimin, pj bottoms…, oral, (he’s big), dom!jimin x sub!reader, rough jimin, eavesdropping Jimin

note: I put a little too much effort into the plot so the smut isn’t exactly how I want it…hope you still enjoy it 🕴🏾reader request coming next

“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.

“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.

“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.

You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.

“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.

“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.

“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.

“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.

“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.

You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.

After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.

“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.

“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.

“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.

“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.

Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.

“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.

“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.

He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.

“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.

“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.

“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.

After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.

“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.

“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.

His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.

“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.

Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.

“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.

You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?

“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.

“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.

“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.

Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.

“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.

“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.

You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.

“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.

“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.

Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.

The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.

You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.

“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.

“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.

The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?

“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”

“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.

“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.

“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.

“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.

“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”

Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?

You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.

“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.

Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.

“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.

“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.

“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.

“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.

“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.

“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.

He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.

“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.

He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.

He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”

He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.

You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.

You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.

“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.

“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.

“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.

He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”

“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.

He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.

Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.

You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.

You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.

“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.

You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.

“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.

“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”

He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.

He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.

A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.

You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.

“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”

You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.

He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.

Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.

“Round 2 in the shower?”

The end.

(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)

Heart 2 Heart // jhs

pairing: Hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, drabble, College!bts AU

word count: 1.3k

summary: Your TA is kinda hot and you have a cold

note: I just wanted to write some fun Hoseok fluff…I miss him :333 Have a great week everyone, ily ! -dubu

You hugged your sweater closer to your shivering body as you made your way into the room. Your music blasting through your headphones distracting you from the pneumatic symptoms you were experiencing.

It’s your last class before you can finally go home for the day. The semester wrapping up in the blink of an eye. You walk to your usual spot in the room. Taking a seat in the chair closest to the door.

You were exhausted, you attended 2 classes prior to this one, and barely had time for a lunch break. You regretted even coming today. Hearing your friends’ mocking voice in your head.

“Y/N? Y/N!” You felt someone tap your shoulder. Removing your headphones in annoyance.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asked. You turned and locked eyes with Taehyung, your classmate and long time friend.

“Do I look okay, Tae?” You asked sarcastically, sniffling in response to his question. He lightly shook his head, taking the only seat next to you.

“Well, maybe you should have stayed home like I said last night,” he quipped with a cocked brow. A nagging expression sewn to his face.

“I need to turn in this paper. I worked too hard to wait until next week, Taehyung.” You confessed hesitantly, trying to sound normal.

“Yeah right,” he said pulling out a messy blue binder.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked defensively. He shrugged in response, pulling out his essay.

“Oh look there goes your actual reason for showing up,” Taehyung said motioning towards someone walking through the double doors.

You tried to glance discreetly, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you stared at the bubbly man. The cream oversized button down he wore looked spiffing on him.

“Shut up,” you said kicking Taehyung under the table. He stifled a laugh, handing his paper to you so you could look over it.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” Hoseok said cheerfully, walking around the large brown desk to lean on it. He was met with a few unenthusiastic hello’s and a grunt from Taehyung.

“Well, Professor Kim won’t be able to make it today. So I’ll be taking up your essays and checking them.” He announced carefully.

“Thank you for working hard this year.” He said looking around with a smile.

His eyes momentarily pausing on you a few seconds too long. You bit your lip in response, praying you didn’t look like a yearning fool.

“I’ll be around to collect them in 10 minutes. Take your time settling in,” he said sweetly, clasping his hands together punctuating his words.

“Here, read over mine then,” you said passing Taehyung your essay from your Miffy folder. He nodded absentmindedly, placing an earbud into one ear.

You peered over at Hoseok, unknowingly locking eyes with him. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking away in embarrassment. He smiled at your actions, chuckling to himself.

Shortly after your revision, Hoseok began walking around to collect everyone’s assignment. He mingled his way from table to table.

Leaving a trail of warmth and kindness behind, he ended his rounds with you and Taehyung.

“Here, I can’t promise what’s on there.” Taehyung said pertly, giving Hoseok a gummy smile.

“And yours?” Hoseok asked gently, reaching for your paper. He smiled down at you in delight, loving the way your eyes didn’t stray from him. You handed him your work shyly, coughing a little.

Taehyung smirked at the interaction before him. Flipping through his binder as if he weren’t paying attention.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hoseok said removing the paper from your hand. You nodded, too nervous to speak.

You felt Taehyung lightly kick your foot under the table, urging you to converse. The air seems to hold its breath, mirroring unspoken words between you.

With visible hesitation, Hoseok takes a step back, holding out on his true intentions. His retreating steps carrying him back to his desk.

Taehyung turned and looked at you in amusement. You shook your head at him, daring him to speak. He raised his hands in surrender, letting one last rebuttal slip past his lips.

“You’ll never get anywhere with that attitude, Y/N.”

You woke up the next day with an earthquake of a headache. Your stuffy nose plugging all hopes of comfortability.

You hastily let Taehyung know that leaving bed won’t be possible today. He responds quickly, assuring you that your rest is most important.

“Your boyfriend might miss you,” he texts teasingly, “I’ll be over after class.” You roll your eyes at his first message, trying to push away the thoughts of Hoseok. Rolling over for a well needed nap, you turned off your phone.

Taehyung placed his bag in your seat next to him. Claiming the spot as if you were just arriving late. He scrolled through his phone, not noticing the shadow in front of him.

“Hey, Taehyung?” Hoseok said lowly.

“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

“Will Y/N be here today? I’m just wonderin-“ Hoseok questioned before he was cut off.

“She’s out sick, but she’ll be here Monday. Don’t worry.” Taehyung reassured the concerned man, unmoving eyes glinting with mischief.

The following 3 days go by in whirlwind. Monday afternoon resting in the palm of your waiting hand. You were the first to arrive in class, taking your corner chair unconsciously.

You spent majority of your last class sneakily glancing at Hoseok. Juggling thoughts of courting or cowardice. Professor Kim’s words drowning in a sea of disregard.

Before you know it, he bids everyone a good day and upcoming break. Congratulating you all for completing his class successfully.

Hoseok quips in with an amiable farewell, thanking everyone for welcoming his assistance with open arms.

Students filed out of the room gradually, muttering amongst themselves about arbitrary events. You trailed behind Taehyung, zoning in and out of your discussion about lunch.

He probed you for an answer, stomach growling on cue. You pulled your eyes from the floor, telling him to walk faster.

“Hey! Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Hoseok asked, grabbing your arm before you could cross the threshold.

“Oh, sure.” You said skin warming at his touch. You told Taehyung you’d meet him at his place later and suddenly you were alone in the lecture room.

You both walked over to the professors desk, setting your bag on top. Hoseok took a few deep breaths before pulling a small gift bag from his backpack.

“I got you something, Y/N. You’ve worked really hard this year and I wanted to reward you.” He confessed timidly, handing you the purple gift bag.

Your smile lit up in an instant, feeling mounds of gratitude for the hard work you’ve put in this year.

“I was going to give it to you Friday, but I thought today seemed perfect.” He began bashfully, “Our last class, but hopefully not my last time with you.”

You bit your lip nervously, your heart pounding at his every word. His hair falling perfectly on his forehead, cheeks glimmering in the dim lighting.

“Thank you Hoseok, you really didn’t have to do this.” You said opening the bag politely in front of him. You couldn’t contain the squeal of delight that escaped your pouty lips.

“Oh my gosh! A Miffy plush, I love it.” You said excitedly hugging the slender man. His hands automatically found their way to your lower back, hugging you instantaneously.

You pulled apart in embarrassment, not meaning to be overly affectionate. Hoseok’s expression changing to that of disappointment when you pulled away.

“I noticed how fond of Miffy you are.” He said coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I might have gotten myself a little keychain too.”

He reached around his bag, showing off the keychain that looked exactly like your gift. Your cheeks grew hot and a small smile graced your lips.

“Are you saying you want to see me again, Hoseok?” You asked playfully, cocking your head to the side at him. He let out a cute laugh, looking around in amusement.

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying, beautiful.”

Give me possessive koo smut 😇

pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, request, unedited

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, drinking, lots of swearing, oral 4f, overstimulation, mocking, couch sëx, rough missionary, unsafe sëx, degradation, biting, slapping, squirting, bruising, hair pulling, dom!jk, sub!reader, a little toxicity, idk Sunday fun day ig

note: hope it’s to your liking♡ -dubu

“Unlock your phone.” Jungkook’s eyes pour into yours as he waits for your compliance.

“What?” you question, aggravated by his unnecessary interest in your coworkers.

“Open it, Y/N.” he insists, leaning back onto the sofa cushion, pressing the cold rectangle into your palm.

“Babe, seriously?” you whine, searching his eyes for a hint of playfulness, finding nothing but an ocean of severity.

You were having a conversation about work, letting your boyfriend know of your upcoming schedule and activities. You accidentally let the name of your project partner slip through your wine-coated lips.

Jungkook’s ears perked up at the ring of a masculine sounding name. You stare at him in defeat, taking the phone from his hand with a pitiful sigh.

“I haven’t even texted him yet, for Christ sakes Jungkook!” you say exasperated.

“Yet.” he replied matter-of-factually.

“It’s not like I chose to work with him, Koo.” you exclaimed dramatically, unlocking your phone and going to his saved contact.

You felt this antagonizing creature clawing at your tender insides for momentary satisfaction. Why did you let the wine talk before your instincts? Jungkook isn’t exactly the kindest when it comes to other men around you.

He wasn’t controlling, but his possessiveness was like an amplified speaker to anyone who even thought of sparing you a second glance.

You hated to admit it, but it was hot. The veins on his tattoo covered arms bulged with a vengeance. Each intricate pattern defining his Herculean figure.

The white T-shirt not leaving much to the imagination, your eyes lingered on his pierced lips as you passed the phone over. Earning a hum of approval from him, he tapped away on your phone.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You already follow him on Instagram?” he rhetorically asked, a mound of annoyance behind his darkening pupils.

“I follow all of my coworkers, Kookie.” you complained hesitantly, downing the rest of the red liquid that swirled in your large Burgundy glass.

“Listen, I don’t want you working with him. Simple.” he admitted, pressing the unfollow button on Hoseok’s profile.

You were beyond infuriated, you snatched your phone back pressing the follow button in an instant. Not thinking about the consequences that follow your instinctual actions. Jungkook chuckled at your sudden burst of anger.

“Have you lost your fucking mind, Y/N?” he grabbed the phone from your hand, tossing it to the plush rug, letting it slide beneath your glass coffee table.

The wine made you drunk with rage, the other part of you craving a deeper need from your hellish boyfriend. Jungkook rose from his spot on the sofa, grabbing your neck and pinning you below him. He enjoyed the feeling of your palpitating heartbeat on his fingertips.

“Baby—“ you struggled to speak, legs clasping around his knee that rest atop your unclothed hips. Bad day to only wear his shirt, you thought to yourself.

“Shut up.” he glared down at you, putting pressure between your legs.

“Since you want to act like a pathetic slut —“ he pressed his knee down harder, rubbing your clothed pussy agonizingly slow.

“I’ll treat you accordingly.” he let your neck go finally, being met with a few strained coughs from you. You had no time to react, his shirt was being pulled from your body. Your head swimming with anticipation and thoughts of Jungkook’s defilement.

You felt dizzy and exposed to the harsh temperatures of your once comfortable living room. Jungkook watched you writhing under him, a predatory smile lingering on his soft face.

“You think it’s okay to let him spend time alone with you?” he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks between his large hand.

“Looking at you, speaking to you, touching you.” he peered over your naked body once more, eyes lingering on your bare chest, his free hand stopping above your panty line.

“All this —“ he began lustfully, “ is mine.”

He ripped your panties from your lower half, causing you to scream in frustration, fighting against his muscular arm. He let your face go, delivering 3 small slaps to your cheek. Putting you in check before he had to let whatever caged animalistic intentions loose.

“I’ve had enough of your resistance, Princess.” he whispered hotly in your ear, biting your earlobe before moving to the next ear.

“I can smell how wet you are from here, Y/N.” he bit down again, sending you into a frenzy of pathetic whimpers.

“Your cunt is crying for my attention, but you want to play with some loser?” he questioned cockily, rubbing his bare palm over your soaking pussy.

You moaned his name in retaliation, hips rutting upwards against his calloused hand. He laughed at your feeble attempts at gaining friction, pulling his hand away.

“I’m going to ruin you right here, baby.” A smirk tugged at his lips, he leaned back on the couch. Grabbing his glass from the table and downing what once was at half full capacity.

He sucked in a small breath, biting his bottom lip before turning back to you. Pulling his shirt over his head and revealing everything your eyes have been waiting for.

“I want to leave a trace of me on every inch of your body.” He stood up from his seated position, stalking over you like this was his last chance to consume you.

He yanked your ankles towards him, turning your body to face him like you were praying beneath him. Your legs hung carelessly over the edge of the couch, too dizzy to hold them up for your waiting beast. He smiled down at you in admiration, loving how ruined you already looked beneath him. Pussy leaking onto the sofa cushion, legs sprawled open for him.

“Look at you — so fucking gorgeous” he gleamed, kneeling in front of your body. He ran a hand over your stomach, letting his inquisitive fingers explore your skin.

“Fucking love your tits, Princess.” he leaned down beginning his assault on your chest, licking and sucking at your nipple like a love drunken mad man.

“More — please Kookie,” you begged, arms resting on his back, nails scratching in intricate motions. He hummed against your nipple, tongue circling the bud feverishly.

He pulled away with a lewd pop, spit dribbling down his chin. “No one’s mouth will ever feel as good as mine.”

He started kissing down the center of your chest, occasionally leaving love marks on your memorized sensitive spots. He stopped just above your panty line, loving the way your breath hitched in your throat.

He went in with a wink, tongue lapping at your exposed sensitive skin. His tongue searched your core for unanswered questions, gripping at your hips with every moan you released. He slurped against your clit letting lewd noises drown out the sound of the crackling fireplace. He released one of your hips, bringing his hand down to open your lips. Exposing your clit to the invading muscle, he latched his lips around the bundle of nerves. You screamed in pleasure clasping your shaking legs around his head.

He removed his lips from your pussy, mouth shining with your essence. He worked two fingers over your clit, sliding them down until they hovered over your entrance. He grinned down at you before he inserted them, fingering you fiercely.

“Aww, who makes you feel this good? Hmm Y/N?” He cooed happily, “Who’s pussy is this?” He mewled, setting his fingers into a come hither motion.

“Y-yours—“ you cried out desperately, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

He used his free hand to slap your clit repeatedly, sending you into a crying mess. Your legs closed around his arm, body writhing against his unmoving fingers. He pulled you closer and closer to your orgasm, biting his lip in concentration, relishing in the sounds you were making for him.

“Cum, baby. I want to feel you cum on my fingers before I fuck the soul out of you.” he confessed sweetly, sickeningly sweet. You groaned at his words, letting the knot in your stomach burst. You felt stars cloud your vision as his fingers continued their actions.

He used his free hand to slap your pussy again, smiling at the way you cried out for him to stop. He kept going, moaning at your cunt clenching repeatedly around his fingers.

“Koo, please” you implored weakly, hiccuping along with a string of moans.

“Please what? Stop?” he questioned teasingly, “No.”

You felt another knot forming in your lower stomach, his fingers edging you closer to a stronger orgasm. Your stomach felt funny, it felt different, like a new sensation of pleasure was pushing through.

His urged you to cum, his fingers hitting your g-spot with ease. With a few last pumps, you felt yourself release on his fingers, screaming his name in shock. You stomach twitched continuously, opening your eyes to see the aftermath of what just happened.

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook’s lower face glistening with your mess, his pupils dilated and hungry for more. You felt your cheeks grow warm, not knowing what to say next, you’ve never done that before.

“Naughty girl, why’ve you never squirted like that before? Guess I should do better, huh?” He rose from his position on the floor, giving you a second to catch your breath while he removed his shorts.

His cock sprung free from its restraints, mushroom head aggressively leaking with pre-cum. “I want you to take this dick like the slut that you are,” he pumped his hand around his length, moaning at the way you lasciviously looked at him.

He lowered himself down until he was level with your center, rubbing the tip against your sticky folds. You granted him a pitiful whine, biting the corner of your swollen lip as you watched him rub against you.

“Use your words, Y/N. I won’t hold back unless you say it,” he probed, restraining himself from slamming his hips forward. You lay quietly looking him in his eyes, daring him to take you.

“Fuck —“ he pushed into you gradually, “squeeze my dick just like that,” he groans fingers pressing heavily into your hips.

“So big, just want you,” you moaned at him, pussy clenching around his cock again. He pulled away slowly, ramming back into your hips with brute force. His balls lewdly slapping against your skin as he fucked you into the sofa. He picked up his pace, rhythmically filling the room with grunts. He reached forward taking a hold of your hair and yanked your head back, biting your exposed neck. A light sheen a sweat coated your hot skin, beads of sweat running down your cheeks as he fucked you. The living room rang with filthy words of mocking betrayal and faux empathy for your overstimulated figure.

He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach, eyes nearly bulging from his head at the feeling of his cock invading your insides. His actions made your breathing increase, hiccuping over his name. His face contorting in immense pleasure as he demanded you repeat after him.

“Say it. Tell me you love me while you take this dick, Y/N.” you felt your hips aching, knowing marks already began forming on your body.

“I love you Jungkook—“ you cried out obediently, pussy convulsing around his stilled cock. Your orgasms rushing through your bodies. You shivered at the empty feeling you felt when he removed himself. He leaned down pressing a kiss on your neck, wiping some of the sweat from your foreheads.

“I love you too.” he smiled boyishly, breathing heavy and warm on your neck. “I’m taking you to work all next week, babe.”

Hiii could i request bf jungkook that won’t stop squeezing and slapping his gf’s butt 🤧

pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader

genre: drabble, unedited

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff if you hate fluff, touch love language, kissing, teasing

note: you sure can 🥰 thanks for reading and enjoy! Ily -dubu♡

You opened the washing machine door tossing its contents into the already opened dryer, celebrating the almost ending of another tedious chore.

Jungkook is currently at the gym training, having left before you could peel your eyes open in the early hours of the morning. He kissed your forehead and fed Bam on his way out of your shared living space, trying his best to sneak around silently.

You promised to clean the apartment today while he was away, throwing on your best insignificant clothing, Jungkook’s tank top and whatever panties you grabbed first after your shower.

You conquered your en-suite bathroom first, picking up your boyfriends discarded clothing that he swore to pick up 2 days ago. You gave him grace regarding his interminable schedule and relentless lifestyle, he still makes time for you without hesitation.

Now after 2 hours of cleaning and 4 loads of laundry, your body gives in to the aching in your knees and the couch is suddenly at your leisure. You rocked yourself slowly, lulling off into a forgotten daydream, when you hear soft humming outside your front door. The sound of the keypad pin being put in followed by quiet shuffling.

“Kookie!” You excitedly roll off the couch, waddling over to your waiting boyfriend. “Hi, my beautiful girl,” Jungkook dropped his gym bag, wrapping his arms around your shorter frame. You leaned into his touch squeezing him in a burst of affection.

His hands snaked their way down your body, stopped over the swell of your ass and squeezing. You yelped in surprise smiling at your handsy partner.

“How was it?” You asked pulling away from Jungkook and walking towards the kitchen. You expect to hear his large footsteps trialing closely behind, but you hear nothing. You turn around in confusion, questioning his hunger status, knowing he’s hungry.

Jungkook is still looking at you, his bottom lip wedged in a lip bite so strong a metallic taste invaded his mouth. He shook his head flustered and smiling, walking towards you and grabbing your hand to guide you into the kitchen.

He let you walk in front of him, slapping your behind when the chance finally presented itself. That’s what this is about, you thought to yourself, his strange behavior gradually making sense. You turn around backing into the counter closest to you, putting your hands over your face shyly. He chuckled walking over to you.

“I’m hungry,” he said casually, leaning his head forward against yours as your back pushed further into the counter behind you.

“I know, babe.” You said innocently, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, the warmth of his forehead sending shockwaves of heat through you.

“No, you don’t y/n.” Jungkook said grabbing your hips and raising you onto the countertop. You yelled his name in surprise, gripping his shoulders to save you from your imminent demise. He chuckled running his hands down your hips and reaching around to rest his hands on your ass.

“You’ve worked so hard today,” he spoke sweetly, easily swaying your already accommodating mind. Running one of his hands up to rub circles on the small of your back, “Can I give you a massage, princess?”

Your heartbeat begins to race and you nod in acceptance, reaching forward and kissing Jungkook softly. He gladly reciprocates, pulling you closer to his body, squeezing your ass rather harshly. You softly whimper into his mouth, running your hand down the back of his neck. He breaks away from the kiss to drag his lips down your neck, leaving a prominent bruise behind.

“Upstairs —“ you whisper fervidly, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your chest begins to rise rapidly and fall heavily. Jungkook happily complied, crossing the distance to your room swiftly.

He walked you over to your bed setting you down gently in the middle. He took off his thin t-shirt, leaving his shorts to rest dangerously low on his hips. You couldn’t pry your eyes away from his body.

“Lay down on your tummy, beautiful.” he says tilting his head to the side, the vague hint of a smirk on his pierced lips.

You did as you were told, taking deep breathes as you sank into the soft mattress. You decided to close your eyes, wanting to relish in the feeling of his strong hands releasing the stress from your body.

You hear shuffling and then feel a dip in the bed beside you, your shirt unexpectedly being lifted. Goosebumps coated your skin, the air becoming uncomfortably thick.

“Just relax and listen to my voice,” Jungkook moved closer to you, placing a leg on each side of you, straddling your body. He began humming a calming melody, hands working under your shirt like an experienced masseuse. Thumbs running in small circular motions, laying waste of any knots in your back.

You felt his hands move lower down your rear side, his breath hitching mid song. You gently urged him to move ahead, your airy voice coming out in a sultry whisper.

He rested his hands on your ass and started kneading readily, lightly grasping large handfuls. You heaved a sigh of relief, arching into his touch. His hands moved like an artist working across a canvas, relieving aches in your lower back.

“Let me take these off, baby,” he toyed with the hem of your panties, running his finger along the top and letting it slap down on your backside. Not waiting for your answer and sliding them over your thighs until he got them in his hand. Sniffing them and sneakily placing them in his pocket.

He lowered himself down, listening for your breathing pattern as he kissed slowly down your back. Descending down your body gradually, he paid extra attention to your ass, licking and sucking mouth fulls of the soft flesh. Growling and groaning at the soft moans you were letting loose.

“Fuck — you smell so good,” he inhaled deeply, a straggled moan coming from your lips as his nose poked at your entrance. He spread your cheeks apart, readily licking up your slit, not wasting anymore time on excruciating foreplay.

can i request fwb!jk who is obsessed w oc's tits and basically worships them?

Bite me - Enhypen ♪

pairing: fwb!jk x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, unedited

word count: 1.1k

warnings: titty worship, dirty mouth jk, titty fucking, spit, pet names, fwb!jk x fem!reader

note: a christmas gift from me to y’all<3 thanks for requesting I hope you enjoy! sorry if it’s not to your liking. -dubu☆

“Are you going to actually watch the movie?” You questioned him smugly. Jungkook looked over at you, a puzzled look present on his face.

“Or are you going to stare at my chest all night, hmm?” The half smirk on your face stretching into a full blown smile. His cheeks went red but regret was not seen on his soft features.

“Sorry…that top looks really good on you,” he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes flickering between you and your shirt.

You shifted on the couch to face him, propping up on your knees for a better angle. You leaned forward putting your finger under his chin, meeting his lust filled gaze.

“My eyes are up here, Kookie.” You moved your hand, reaching under your shirt to skillfully remove your bra. Your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. You felt the clasp release itself and you tugged slightly, letting it drop to the couch.

He quirked a brow at you, a silent challenge flowing in the space that surrounds you. The TV blared mindlessly beside you as the long forgotten movie came to its climax.

“Can you stop teasing me already, babe?” His eyes fell to your chest, cock twitching in his shorts at the the sight of your nipples peaking through your shirt.

You watched him shift in his seat, titling your head to the side seductively. You gave him a knowing look, urging him to make a move.

“Babe?” You asked cutely, “When did I become your babe, Koo?”

“When you let me cum inside you last night.” He stated nonchalantly, reaching forward to run his hand up the expanse of your tummy. You felt your cheeks warming at his words, placing your hand over his.

“Whatever,” you said embarrassed, guiding his hand under your shirt until it rested on the swell of your left breast. They were still sore from last night, the ghost of Jungkook’s skilled hands lingered on your skin.

“Shit —“ he groaned, moving closer to you on the couch. He leaned forward capturing your lips in a kiss, greedily exploring your mouth with his tongue. You felt your pussy growing wetter as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled apart to catch your breath, chests heaving heavily. Jungkook removed himself from his spot, suddenly getting on his knees in front of you. He placed his warm hands on your waist, guiding you to face him at the edge of the couch. “Needy Kookie,” you mutter, biting your lip and swiftly discarding your shirt.

“So fucking sexy,” he runs his hand up your hips, caressing your soft figure before he begins massaging the supple skin. A symphony of weak whimpers escaping your swollen lips.

His fingers dug into your flesh firmly, hands moulding with your skin in an obsessive attempt at claiming his place. He leaned in attaching his lips to your right nipple, making you squirm in your seat, legs spreading painfully wide. He laved his tongue over your sensitive nipple, brushing his fingers gently over the other to show you extra attention. The lewd sounds of your pretty moans filled the living room, hips bucking towards him.

“Sound so pretty when you moan for me, baby.” He grazed his teeth along your nipple, licking feverishly around your areola.

“Jungkook,” you whined his name pathetically, pussy clenching around nothing at the feeling of his hot mouth on your body.

“Hmm?” He hummed around your sensitive bud, removing himself with a pop and switching to the other breast. You ran your hand through his locks, gripping them when he left a particularly rough love mark behind. He placed a lingering kiss over the forming bruise.

“I could have you in my mouth all day,” he said huskily chin glistening with spit, “such perfect tits,” he moaned kissing them one by one, holding them up in his hands like prized possessions.

You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your neck, needing to feel his lips all over you. He quickly got the hint, taking his time to leave soft kisses along your cheeks and down your neck until he met his sweet spot again. Pulling your titty into his mouth and hungrily lapping at the flesh, your jaw went slack at the overstimulating feeling. A wet spot forming on your panties as you lock eyes with Jungkook. His cock strained against his shorts uncomfortably, pre-cum ceaselessly leaking from the angry tip.

“Need to Titty fuck you, doll face.” He says breathlessly, his brown eyes blown wide with lust. You swallow a whimper submissively, pussy throbbing at his vulgar words.

He rises from his position on the floor, his strong legs wobbly after kneeling for so long. You impatiently remove his shorts, licking your lips at the sight of his hard girth standing at attention mere inches from your lips. You fight the urge to take him in your mouth, letting him move your hair out of your face attentively.

He positioned himself in front of you, letting you place your tits on either side of his cock, forming a warm barrier around it. You began slowly moving them up and down, spitting on his cock to lubricate the surface earning a guttural groan from Jungkook. You could tell he was already close, knowing your foreplay was the key to his neediness. His hips bucked upwards uncontrollably, placing his larger hands around yours to speed up your movements. “Fuck yes,” he whimpered needily. “Squeeze my cock with your tits, bunny.”

You removed your hands letting him take control of the moment, running a hand down under his cock until you reached his balls. Massaging them carefully, urging him to met his orgasm. You loved making him feel good, the delicious noises he emitted only aroused you more.

“Holy — fuck” he moaned hotly, hands moving at a feral pace as he relished in the feeling of your soft mounds around his cock. You noticed his hips stutter, a harmonic call of your name continuously falling from his lips. Spurts of his cum shot out without warning, the white strands landing haphazardly on your breasts. Jungkook slowed his actions, chest still heaving after his climax.

“Better?” You asked playfully, running your fingers through the cum on your tits collecting it to taste. He watched you in amazement, a lascivious twinkle apparent in his eyes.

“Your turn, y/n.”

Virgo’s Groove // knj (preview)

pairing: dom!namjoon x fem!reader

genre: hard smut, drabble

warnings: you’ll see when it comes out 🕴🏾

note: I miss my man so last post of the year! Thank you all so much for supporting me and my writing I pray you have an abundant and peaceful new year! anyways enjoy lovelies. -dubu♡

You turned over in your bed annoyed that you were spending this Sunday night alone. You let out a frustrated huff, slapping your weighted comforter like it was the reason for your conundrum. You missed your fiancé.

Namjoon was out with his friends for a boy’s night and you were lonely to say the least. You tried doing skincare, watching a movie, and maybe even masturbating once or twice.

Nothing satisfied you, you threw your toy back in the drawer, thinking of what Joonie could be doing to you. His fingers trailing down your body, his pillow soft lips kissing your weakest spots, and the way he’d whisper the nastiest words in your ear.

Ugh, I’m gonna text him. You thought out loud, grabbing your phone from his side of the bed. You turned over to lay on your stomach, tapping his icon in your messages.

I miss you Joonie. Your heart palpitated at your first attempt of persuasion, following your message with a handful of hearts. The bubble message popping up immediately showing he was typing.

What’s wrong baby? He sat his drink on the bar, tapping his ring covered finger to the rhythm of the blues song playing in the background. His friends were laughing loudly, clearly inebriated in the laid-back space.

You placed the phone in front of you, snapping a close range selfie that intentionally showed your low cut top in frame. Just need you home Daddy, you captioned the photo sending it quickly. You needed to get him home, the feeling between your legs wasn’t going to dissipate.

His eyes widened slightly at your message, smirking at his phone in delight. He looked over his shoulder at a table near the window, eyeing his group of buzzing degenerates. His phone began to vibrate in his hand, your face and name covering his screen.

“Princess?” He answered deeply, clearing his throat of the desperation that lingered in the shadows.

“Baby come over…” you whined charmingly, laying your head on the cold comforter. Listening to his breathing through the phone you patiently waited for an answer, smiling when you heard shuffling and the distance sound of goodbyes.

“On my way.”