#bts written fic

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Yin to my yang | jjk

↬ pairing: jungkook x f!oc

↬ genre: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut.

↬ summary: “I don’t wanna sound cliché or anything, but you are the yin to my yang, y’know what I mean?”

Or, Jeon Jungkook was your knight in shining armor since the moment he entered your life. From being your rock during the toughest times, to being the most supportive and proud best friend imaginable, he was everything and beyond. Until now, that is, because you need to tell him how you feel before it’s too late, and the more you look at Jungkook, the more scared you are of messing it up. Little do you know that he’s on the very same boat.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ word count: ~8.9K

↬ warnings/tags: character death, grief/mourning, mentions of controlling partner; explicit sexual content: profanity, dom/sub undertones, praising, dirty talk, pet names, breast play, fingering, cunnilingus, big d*ck!jk (cause yEAH), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, rough sex, etc. — this is a work of fiction, and it doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ this is something i’m really proud of /srs 🥺! happy holidays everyone, i hope this sweet little story reaches your hearts 💗! be mindful of the pov changes and flashbacks though (hope they are not too confusing)! and, enjoy! (banner cr.)

[You, 9:42 pm] gguk? can you come over, please? 

[You, 9:44 pm] well, if possible…

He must be busy packing and preparing for next week. Your grip on the phone tightens at the thought, eyes taking in the intricate details of its protective case with a thrumming pain in your chest. This artsy case was made by Jungkook several months back. He’s always been amazing at painting and craft, and when he saw the trend of hand-painted phone cases, he just had to make matching ones for his and your phone. You remember the proud smile on your best friend’s face when you told him that you loved it so much.

“This is… perfect, Gguk. I’m at a loss of words. I love this. I love you.” 

He wraps you up in a tight hug, chin resting on your head as he rocks you both side to side. “I’m so glad to hear that, muffin. I love you very much too.” 

Letting out a shaky breath, you look up at the dark expanse of the night sky above you. The half-moon shines bright with almost no clouds around, paired up with countless stars embedded like diamonds on the dark velvet. It truly looks so mesmerizing, crafted with such care, as if nature knew which collective placement will be the best beforehand. A small smile curls your lips gently. It reminds you of his eyes. You can go on and on about how Jungkook has the most beautiful eyes. On the other hand, Jungkook strongly disagrees, debating that yours are much more hypnotic and gorgeous. A fond sigh escapes your lips, the heaviness inside your heart seemingly increasing.

Your right hand unconsciously takes hold of the yin locket placed right over your chest, which dangles from a silver chain. The yang one belongs to him, and you mindlessly wonder if he’s wearing it right now. When he bought these last year on valentine’s, he made it clear that he wants to wear them always and forever. Something you had agreed to do too. You can still vividly picture the wide grin plastered on his face during the whole ordeal.

An involuntary shiver runs down your spine when you remember how his hot breath had fanned over your neck, his long fingers closing the clasp of the chain before gripping on your shoulder. He was beyond happy and proud of himself. 

Within a certain distance between each other, the magnets inside the pendants lock them in; putting yin and yang where they belong — together. 

Last year, on Valentine’s Day

“Yin and Yang, huh? God, that’s so cheesy,” you mutter shyly, avoiding his gaze at all costs. You’re certain if you look up at him, you’ll get that mushy feeling in your chest again. 

“Yeah. I don’t really wanna sound cliché or anything, but you are the yin to my yang, y’know?” 

“... Gross.” 

Jungkook smacks the side of your head playfully, mocking your tone, “Gross! Yeah, gross. That’s why you’re not looking at me. Because you don’t want me to see your kawaii ass happy eyes.” 

Shit, busted.

You try to change the topic immediately, knowing that he’ll most likely continue calling you out. “Why… why are you suddenly giving me this, Gguk? And today out of all days? Don’t tell me that you’re in love with me.” 

He groans at that, earning a snicker from you. “Relax, relax, I was just teasing you.” 

You don’t notice, but his shoulders droop subtly. Oh, how he wishes that you weren’t just teasing him. 

Done and over with small talk, Jungkook is quick to put the accessory on both of you. Before you can comprehend further, he’s standing just a few inches away from you, those pools of honey looking at you earnestly. “Ready to see the magic?” 

It’s like he knows how to make you weak in the knees. You just nod, not trusting your voice with this one. There’s this knowing smirk on his face you absolutely despise. God, you’d kill to kiss that smirk off his face. If you just lean in a little right now? Your lips will press perfectly against those pretty pink ones.

Click.

Broken out of your reverie, you blink rapidly, remembering why you two were standing so close in the first place. The yin and yang pendants he bought. 

When your eyes find his, you suddenly feel the urge to pull him closer and maybe touch your foreheads together. But you really shouldn’t. He’s still your best friend, after all. 

“Look how cool!” Jungkook squeals, eyes wide with astonishment and awe. You tilt your head down, watching the joined yin and yang gently dangling in the air between you two. 

Why does he gotta be so endearing?

As you look up to meet his eyes again, you freeze. Is he… leaning towards you? Swallowing nervously, you look down again, praying that he’s not able to hear the frantic beating of your heart.

“I think I should disconnect them. Unless you wanna stay like this.” There’s a certain suggestion in his tone that makes your stomach jump.

“Um— yeah. You should. I’d rather get stuck in a basement alone than what you’re saying.”

“Wow. And here I thought you liked me.” He pouts, his hands coming up to hold the yin and yang. 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You try your best to look away from his hands but struggle to do so. Lord, why did you have to make him so perfect? 

You don’t know how long it has been, the only thing you know is that you are not going to look at Jungkook. You won’t look at his furrowed brows and his little pout, or his veiny hands that work hard to pull on the pendants.

“See how hard it is to separate them? Just like us.” Laughing amusedly for a moment, Jungkook refocuses onto the joined yin yang. He really is trying his best, using all of the core strength he can muster. You giggle, noticing that his face is turning red from the effort.

“What happened, muscle man?” You tease, hands covering his bigger ones that hold the yin and yang. He grumbles, lips forming into his signature pout — completely unaware of your heart that melts on point. Squeezing his hands in your hold, you huff, “At least let me try? You’ve tried for long enough now.”

Jungkook looks up to meet your eyes. “Fiiiine. Only because you’re being whiny and it’s distracting me.” 

Who is he kidding, again? Being this close to you affected him much more than he’d like to admit. And then you had to come even closer and hold onto his hands like he’s the most delicate thing ever. Fuck, are you doing this on purpose? Can you hear his heartbeat? Dang it, he probably looks like a fool right now. 

Slipping his hands out of your grasp hastily, Jungkook motions you to try. “Don’t chicken out now, will you?” 

“In your dreams,” you clap back, trying to turn the locked pendants in separate directions. He snorts, proceeding to criticize your approach until he hears a gentle click.

“F-fuck, how did you—” 

“I guess working out in the gym for hours didn’t really pay off, tsk tsk.” You pout at him in a provoking manner, eyes glinting as you lean down to touch his firm chest. Jungkook freezes momentarily, tongue wetting his lower lip while he watches you tuck the chain inside his hoodie. “There you go.”

He shakes his head, unsure if he’s relieved or disappointed. However, just as you start to retreat, his reflexes kick in, strong hands curling around your waist to hoist you up in the air. “You break my heart; I thought you liked that I go to gym.” 

Ignoring him completely, you shriek, “Put me down!! Oh my god, you’ll drop me. AAAAA!” You are unable to see the knowing smirk on his face as you writhe against his hold. “I swear to God, Jeon— you either put me down or you get kicked in the nuts.” 

“Mm. You may try,” Jungkook hums, face subtly resting against your chest. “But you keep forgetting that I’m the one here with a taekwondo black belt.” 

“Fuck you.” You frown at him. He really has a way to get on your nerves. Here you are trying to save yourself from further embarrassment, and he’s being a clueless dumb little boy about it. Oh, why is he like this? You’re quite sure that he can feel your pebbled nipples pressing into his skin. 

Jungkook snickers, loosening his grasp around you. “I’d love to, baby.” 

There it is again. The most infuriating shit-eating grin that Jeon Jungkook masters. You take a deep breath to compose yourself first, thoughts jumbled up from being this close to him.

“You’re so insufferable, you know that?” A huff escapes you, hands defensively covering your chest. You really hope that he didn’t register it. You’ll most certainly want the Earth to swallow you alive if he mentions anything about your—

“Don’t act like a diva.” Jungkook rolls his eyes in the cutest way possible, making you scoff.

“You’re talking about yourself, right?”

“Pffft, you wish.” 

Friendship and love. These two are very different, yet strikingly similar. True friendship is about trusting each other intently, caring for them unconditionally, and being ready to help your friend through life’s hardships. Strangely enough, love itself consists of all these things… but you just feel them harder, almost like a fever that numbs your senses. 

Over the years, you’ve always thought of friendship and love very separately. But right now, you wonder if they are the different sides of the same card? Because the way you’ve been feeling for your best friend for more than three years now, sure isn’t how you should feel about a friend, best or not. 

The biggest possibility is that you have, in fact, fallen in love with Jungkook and it ignites strange emotions inside you, which are probably led by some crazy hormones you don’t even know about. As exciting and ecstatic that makes you feel, you can’t deny how the constant fear of losing him makes your heart clench uncomfortably. You simply can’t afford that, he’s the only one you have at this moment.

Oh Jungkook… if only… 

At first, your initial thought was that you’re just super attached to him after all these years. And that’s why you suddenly started feeling protective of him when Jungkook talked about a female colleague who impressed him by her skills, or the sweet barista girl who always flirted with him. 

But as more time passed, it slowly became clear to you that it was not because you’re attached to Jungkook as a friend. It was… much more than that. And the thought scared you. Because you knew that you shouldn’t feel this way for him.

After all, he isn’t just your best friend of almost six long years… he’s also that person who helped you through your toughest times and till this day, there is no one else in this world who can understand you like Jungkook does. 

The story of how you two met isn’t exactly what people will consider as convenient. But it’s something you are, and you will always be grateful for. For him, because you wouldn’t be here otherwise. His endless support and care are the reason why you are an aspiring geologist today, following your childhood dream. You wonder if your mum and papa are watching you from heaven, feeling proud of you as you’re doing something you’ve always loved.

Six years ago, early March,

You sit in complete silence, yet you can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears. For a moment, you just wish for this cruel world to take you away… just where it took your parents — your family, your best friends.

It’s been more than a month since you saw your universe collapsing in front of your eyes. And you couldn’t do anything about it. You were only able to tumble on the ground pathetically when you heard the policeman informing you about the car accident that snatched your world away from you. 

The sudden sound of the front door opening alerts you, making you sit up straight. Mr. or Mrs. Jeon must be here with the food supplies along with other household items a teenage girl would need. Mrs. Jeon texted you about it nearly an hour ago.

Mr. Jeon was one of your father’s colleagues, but they were very close friends outside of their professional relationship. With no immediate family left after your parents’ death, Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon immediately took you under their wings. Though, you insisted that you live in your home, where you grew up, instead of moving in with them. You provided the explanation that you were already fifteen and some years later you would have to move away for higher education anyway; so, you wanted to learn how to be on your own. Both of them were hesitant at first, but they respected your wishes. Jeons had their own conditions, of course, visiting you thrice a week and providing everything they could possibly think of.

You are grateful, obviously, but deep down you can’t help but feel like a burden to the Jeon family. They have two beautiful sons, as you had learnt from your late father. He told you how amazing both of them were, especially the eldest one, Jungkook. Eight-year old yourself had felt stupidly jealous of this twelve-year old guy your father was praising. So, you pouted and complained that you were a very good daughter too. You remember how he chuckled, ruffled your hair and kissed your forehead. Following up with, “Damn right you are! My princess is the best!” 

A lone tear runs down your right cheek from that memory, and you rush to dry it with the back of your hand. This is not the time, you think, knowing very well that they’ll be knocking at your bedroom door soon. Surely enough, the sound of knuckles rapping against your door can be heard seconds later, stopping the train of your thought. “Wait a second,” you mumble, standing up and making yourself presentable.

Opening the door timidly, you look up, ready to greet Mr. Or Mrs. Jeon, but—

Who is this? Did someone break into your house? Is he carrying weapons? 

You carefully size up the tall guy standing in front of you cautiously. Sporting an all-black ensemble and with the visible part of a tattoo on his hand, he surely gives off the dream emo boy vibes girls drool over. However, that is just the start. When you finally meet his eyes, you notice just how beautiful he really is. Long and wavy black hair casually falling over those big doe eyes, striking jaw and a beautiful mole right under his bottom lip, skin so beautiful that it can make you jealous… He looks like a Greek god, crafted with love. You are so busy admiring that you don’t realize that Mrs. Jeon is standing right behind the stranger.

“____, sweet baby, how are you today?” 

You snap back to reality, noticing her right behind this… alluringly handsome stranger. “Oh! Mrs. Jeon, I’m– I’m alright, I guess. How are you?” 

She smiles warmly, “Do you still feel uncomfortable with calling me by my name? I’m good, thank you, sweetheart.” 

You nod wordlessly, indeed uncomfortable by the thought of calling a mother figure like her by her name. She reaches out to squeeze your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s head downstairs and meet your new friend.” 

Your body freezes, eyes locking with the guy who is now standing by your door frame. He offers you a shy smile, rubbing the back of his head and looking down nervously.

It was awkward, to say the least. You were certainly sure that Jungkook’s mother had set you two up because you mentioned that you felt lonely. However, he was very kind and caring towards you from the start, even when you weren’t sure how to feel about him. He never gave you false hopes about how it will get easier for you like everyone did. Whenever you two were spending time together, Jungkook was always incredibly considerate towards your feelings. He held both of your hands whenever you were having a breakdown, never once asking for a reason, or telling you some bullshit about being strong. He would tell you that your emotions are valid, that grief is hard to handle, and you were trying your best, always making sure to buy you some comfort food later. It took you a few months, but you were starting to trust him, slowly letting him in until you two turned out to be inseparable within nine months.

Picnics with him on weekends was the thing that basically kept you going. He would take you to the best spots he knew around the town, treating you with his homemade sliders and cupcakes because you really liked those. Sometimes he’d buy you ice cream or hot chocolate depending on the weather. You remember walking side by side and holding hands. Jungkook often complained about how cold your hands were, but he held them anyway because he liked the fragrance of your hand cream.

You remember the sleepless nights spent crying in his arms. He let you sob into his embrace, rubbing your back soothingly as you told him how much you hated this world. He would hold you all night, whispering sweet validations while rocking you back and forth. Jungkook made you feel secure and loved no matter how worse you had been feeling on the first hand. You thought of him as your guardian angel. And you quickly realized how easy it is to love him. So, you did. Loved him with your whole heart, not knowing what that feeling would turn into. 

Four years ago, On Jungkook’s birthday

You let out another hiccup, leaning onto your best friend’s firm chest for support. It’s presumably your first time consuming any sort of alcohol, and that too, mistakenly. After one glass of this extremely strong drink, you feel like the world around you is spinning. “I promise I ask– *hiccup* asked for a mocktail. I dunno what they gave– to me.” 

“Who gave you the drink, muffin? That asshole is gonna catch these fists, I swear to fucking god.” He pulls you closer protectively, his eyes scanning the crowded living room of his downtown apartment for an empty space. Jungkook needs to get you out of here. “Think you can walk to the bedroom? You can rest there for the rest of this party,” he murmurs into your ear, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face.

“Yeah... I think *hiccup* so…”

“Okay. But hold on tightly, hm? You’re wearing heels so you need to be careful.” You nod, arms tightening around his waist as he guides you to the end of the room. But soon enough, you trip and hit your head hard against his back, a pained whimper escaping you.

Jungkook turns around immediately, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you okay, ____? Where is it hurting?” 

Extremely tired and not able to stand on your own anymore, you rest yourself against him. His strong hands hold you steady by the waist, your head falling back in the comfort of his chest. “Ugh… ‘m okay don’t worry, ‘m sorry Gguk… I– *hiccup* I don’t want to move.”

“It’s okay, shhh, I’ll take you.” Without any other word, he picks you up in bridal style. You wind your arms around his neck, nuzzling his neck affectionately and inhaling his musky cologne. People give you weird looks while Jungkook swerves through the crowd. 

Once inside his bedroom, he settles you down on his bed gently. You smile at him gratefully. “Thank you so much… and ‘m sorry for being such a bother.” 

“Shush and try to sleep. Your body has given up entirely.” He shakes his head, helping you out of your shoes. Soon after, Jungkook grabs a hoodie from a nearby chair and hands it to you. “Change to this. I don’t think that dress is… comfortable.” He points at the red bodycon you are wearing. 

“Oh. Um… I’m not wearing a bra underneath.” You lower your head immediately, clutching the soft clothing to your chest. From the corner of your eye, you notice how his ears are turning red. He opens and closes his mouth several times, failing to get any words out. It makes you even more flustered. 

The door to his bedroom files open suddenly, catching both of you off-guard. Jungkook’s girlfriend walks in with fire in her eyes, slamming the door shut behind her. “I literally cannot believe you two. I trusted you, Jungkook. I trusted ____ too, but I guess I have been too blind!” 

“What the fuck? Are you seriously implying that right now? Don’t jump to any conclusions, baby. You’ve misunderstood.” Jungkook is out of breath as he looks at Lulu, but her attention has already shifted towards you.

“She is underage, Kook! What the fuck! What were you two doing? Oh my god I’m — didn’t know that you’ve already turned into a homewrecker whore, ____.” 

“LULU! Watch your mouth!” Jungkook stands between you and his girlfriend, blocking her vision as she was glaring at you bitterly. Even though you feel numb, the burn of your tears is painful.

“I.. I was feeling unwell, so Gguk carried me here. I was just about to lie down and rest when you barged in, Lulu. Please don’t throw accusations without knowing what actually happened.” 

“Yeah. Definitely. I can see that. I should’ve asked Jungkook to distance himself beforehand when I noticed how touchy touchy you can get. But Jungkook? I really thought that you’re better than this.” 

He inhales a shaky breath, and from the way his hands form into fists, you know that he’s struggling to contain his anger. “Do you really mind calming the fuck down, babe? Because you’re not making any sense. We’re best friends, of course we will hug and hold hands and do stuff that best friends do! What do you mean by that phrase? You know damn well that I’ll never distance myself from her because of some insecure person’s paranoia! And you wanna know the truth? I thought that you were better than this too.” 

A pained mewl escapes you, your eyes blurring with tears as you feel the throbbing pain in your head increasing tenfold. Jungkook looks at you immediately, reaching for your side and holding your shoulders. “Hey, hey it’s okay, muffin, everything will be okay. I’m here. Shhh.” Those are the last words you hear before blacking out.

++

After who knows how long, you feel your senses coming back to you. The first thing you register is that your throat is extremely dry and burning. “Water…” you mumble almost inaudibly. But, when a cold feeling against your lips surprises you moments later, you open your eyes.

“Drink it,” Jungkook encourages, his hand holding the glass steadily close to your mouth. You nod before downing some of it, a sigh escaping you as the cool liquid soothes your throat.

“Are you okay, muffin? I was so fucking worried, gosh.” He places the glass on the bedside table, not once looking away from you.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing you whisper, reaching for his hand and squeezing it in your hold. You’ve never felt more ashamed in your life before.

“For what? If it’s about the whole scene with Lulu– I swear—”

“For everything. I ruined your birthday party. I ruined what you had with Lulu. I ruined everything. I’m… I’m so sorry. Did you manage to talk it out with her?”

“We broke up.” His voice is strangely cold.

“Oh my god— I– Gguk I’m so sorry?! It’s my fault. Gosh, I… hate myself.” 

“I’m glad she broke up with me. And I don’t regret anything.” Jungkook smiles at you. “Try to get some sleep now, okay? It’s late.” 

“Gguk… what are you saying? I have seen how happy you two looked together– aren’t you, like, upset?” you press further, not believing your own ears. What is he saying? 

“You need to rest, muffin. We’ll talk about this later.” He stands up from his bed, and you just notice that he has changed into a simple gray tee and a pair of black shorts. 

“I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t tell me.” Your voice is surprisingly firm, a sigh escaping him. He takes a seat beside you on the bed, looking at you with gentleness in his eyes.

“Lulu… I was happy with her. Until she started to get really controlling. You remember how she was talking about telling me to distance myself beforehand? … Yeah. A month back she said that my friendship with you makes her uncomfortable. We argued and it ended up being a huge thing. She’s been quite toxic since then.” 

“Oh… I’m so sorry that you had to face that. And I’m sorry for being a problem.”

Jungkook grumbles, his face inching closer to yours until it’s hovering just a few centimeters away. “Say that again and I’ll shut you up. You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I’m not gonna lose you for some stupid ass relationship!” 

You giggle at that, reaching out to stroke his jawline. “Stupid ass relationship? Says the man who can’t go a day without whining about some sort of intimacy. ‘It’s not my fault that physical touch is my love language, I feel lonely if I’m not being touched!’”

“You little minx!” Jungkook pretends to pounce on you, starting a playfight. You giggle and try to dodge his blows. He grabs a nearby pillow in response, hitting your head with it. 

“Oww,” you whine, falling back on the bed. That, however, makes him roll his eyes.

“Such a drama queen.” 

Two years ago, Christmas Eve 

The warmth from the fireplace does absolutely nothing to make you feel warm. The hollowness in your chest feels bigger with all these festive decorations around, but thankfully, he’s still here.

“Listen, if you want me to fight that asshole you just need to say the word.” Jungkook pulls you to his chest, fixing the blanket you’re wrapped up with. You just shake your head and snuggle up to him. He only huffs, complaining, “Fine. Whatever. I’ll break his nose either way.” 

“He doesn’t even deserve that. I don’t want you to waste your time on him like me.” 

“Ooo, sick burn. That’s my girl.” He pats your back before checking the clock, sighing. “My family will come over soon though… Are you gonna stay here with me or go back to your apartment?” 

“I’ll go back to my apartment. And no, you’re not coming to drop me off. It’s literally a block away.” You detangle yourself from his embrace, folding the blanket neatly before fixing your sweater.

“I know you hate anything family related, but would it be really bad if you spend it with me?” He holds onto your hand, giving you those big, doe eyes. Another wave of sadness hits you and you look at your feet.

“I’m sorry Jungkook. I just… can’t. Plus, I promised my roommate that we’ll be having a movie marathon and loads of junk food. She hates Christmas too.” 

“We’ll still have our 3-hour call though, right? I’ll text you after midnight.” He stands up, hugging you tightly and dropping a kiss on your temple.

“Of course. That’s our tradition. There’s no way that we’re breaking it.” You smile, closing your eyes from the peace you feel. Jungkook always knows how to make you feel better, no matter how bad the situation is.

Back to present

At this moment, you realize just how much you hate yourself for not telling him before. Could it have ruined your friendship? Maybe, maybe not; it’s impossible to tell. But at least, that way you wouldn’t have to cry over him a week before he’s moving away. To another country where he has many more opportunities as a freestyle dancer.

You should be happy. For all these years, you’ve seen Jungkook working his ass off, doing what not to follow his dreams. Although a part of you is immensely proud of him, it’s shadowed by the part which seeks his presence near you forever, refusing to budge. 

As you’re completely lost in your thoughts, you fail to notice the tall figure standing a few feet away from where you are seated. Rustle of clothes and soft padding sounds of naked feet drift closer, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Gguk. You came.” 

It’s hard to recognize your own voice as it rings in your ears. So broken and nasally that it makes you cringe internally. Gosh, how much did you cry? 

Plopping down on the soft blanket you had laid out hours ago, Jungkook shakes his head with a snort. “Why are you so surprised? We literally live in neighboring buildings, and I own a spare key to your apartment.”

With an affirmative hum, you wiggle closer to him, desperate to feel his warmth. A strong, tattooed hand wraps around your shoulders automatically, pulling you closer as if on instinct. Once settled, both of you sigh in unison.

“You were crying again, weren’t you?” The question seems a bit accusatory, but there’s only worry laced in his voice. 

Your chest tightens, Jungkook knows you like the back of his hand and lying most certainly won’t work. That’s why you opt to choose silence, nuzzling his shoulder for a moment before resting your head on it. The musky scent of him engulfs you like a tight hug almost immediately.

Jungkook huffs out a breath, his left hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes meet his enticing ones, stealing air from your lungs and leaving you slightly breathless. He hesitates to break the fragile silence between the two of you for several moments before giving in. “I promised that we’ll keep in touch regularly and do facetime when needed, didn’t I? I know it’s hard for you, hell, it’s hard for me too, but it hurts so much to see you like this. Please, ____. Be strong for me?”

“I’m trying my best,” it’s almost inaudible, followed by a mumbled admission, “I can’t live without you. I don’t have anyone else.”

Jungkook reaches out wordlessly, taking the hold of your other hand and interlacing your fingers together. The comfortingly gentle warmth of his touch makes your heart flutter, an involuntary shiver running down your spine. You notice how your smaller hand fits perfectly in his large and slightly calloused one’s grasp.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you cast your eyes down in an attempt to hide the emotions that might be displaying on the blank canvas of your face.

He has no idea what he does to your poor heart, does he?

But then, Jungkook brings your hand up to his lips, your whole body alight with anticipation as he drops a chaste kiss on your knuckles. “We’ll be alright. I promise,” he whispers against your skin, offering a half-hearted smile.

You can feel the way you are slowly crumpling under the pressure of your own emotions. A part of you yearns to tell him everything right here, right now, but another part, which carries the fear of messing everything up is enough to make your heart stop beating. 

Being in love isn’t as easy as people make it look like, you think, struggling to hold back tears that fight to break out. 

“Excuse me for a second,” you manage to choke out while standing up, dashing towards the bathroom. You don’t know if he has followed you or not, but you quickly lock the door, turning the shower on to muffle any type of sounds from you.

On the other hand, Jungkook stands in front of the bathroom door silently. His heartbeat is so loud that one might say that it’s gonna beat out of his chest. He’s anxious, fuck, he’s scared. What if you do something stupid? He’ll never be able to forgive himself if something happens to you.

He knows you and how your mind works. He knows that you feel like a selfish piece of shit for wanting him to stay here with you. And he hates that. He hates it because even after knowing exactly what you’re going through, he can’t help. 

There’s a constant battle going on in Jungkook’s system — a battle between his heart and his brain. The logical side of him still wants to move away and follow his dreams. Why? Because what if you don’t reciprocate his feelings? What if he’s just a friend to you? Will he be able to continue living his life normally if that happens? Will you be willing to continue this friendship? 

But, the part of him that is blindly in love with you, that wants to be with you forever, begs him to stay here and never let you go. He can’t possibly breathe air properly without you by his side. Maybe he sounds like a fool, but he doesn’t care. He needs to make a decision, and he needs to do it soon.

++ 

Devastating sobs wreck your body, your knuckles going numb from the pressure on them. You clutch on the sink for dear life, struggling to breathe properly as you feel the world closing in on you. Your head hurts and it feels like every single cell in your body is screaming at you. Do something, do anything. Please.

With the last ounce of strength you have left, you turn off the shower. Your sweaty palms slip on the door lock. So, you wipe them in a towel, fumbling with the lock again. It takes a while but the door creaks, announcing its opening. 

Jungkook wastes no time to get you out of the confines of the bathroom. His heart breaks when he notices your state, body shaking, eyes red and clothes soaked. “Muffin…” he trails off, his own eyes tearing up.

“I– I want to tell you something. Before you leave this damsel in distress behind for good. Just promise that you won’t hate me.”

“You’re not a damsel in distress! Shut up! And you think I can hate you? Wow. I don’t even know what to say.” A few tears escape his eyes, and you reach out to brush them away with your thumb.

“Why are you crying?” 

“Are you kidding me right now? Do you know how fucking scared I was? I thought— I thought—”

“Shh.” You press your index finger against his lips. Jungkook stops breathing for a second, watching you come closer. His hands wrap themselves around your waist instinctively. Your chest is heaving, wet clothes uncomfortably sticking to your skin as you lean into his touch. You let your lips press against his neck, his arms tightening around your sides. “I love you, Jeon Jungkook. And before you be a dumb little boy and say that you love me too, ‘m gonna tell you that I don’t mean it in a friendly way. I’m in love with you. I want you to kiss me whenever you’re in need of intimacy, I want you to cuddle me to sleep at night, I want to go out on our dream dates and cook our meals together, I want to be yours. Body and soul.” 

When you’re done whispering your confession against the sensitive skin of his neck, you realize that he’s still holding his breath. “Say that again.” He clenches his jaw, his heart rate dangerously high. 

“I love you. I want to be yours. I want to do cute couple shit with you and make everyone jealous.” The next thing you know is that you’re pressed up against the nearby wall, hands pinned over your head. Jungkook looks at you like he’s looking at a newly found ____, his breathing uneven.

“I love you too. So fucking much. I’m gonna make you mine and give you the whole fucking universe because you fucking deserve it.” 

You lean in to press your lips against his, to which he eagerly complies. Although it starts off as a cautious and sweet kiss, it doesn’t take much time to turn heated and incredibly needy. Jungkook growls, sucking onto your lower lip before prying his tongue inside the hot welcoming pool of your mouth. You moan immediately, euphoria coursing through your veins when your tongues start fighting for dominance. He wins the battle soon enough, controlling the pace while his hands explore your body.

He takes his sweet time to explore your mouth as well as the sensitive spots all over your body. Discarding your clothes hastily to feel your skin against him, he rips off your bralette. But you don’t care. You too, follow his lead and pull away slightly so that you can remove the layers of clothing from his body. 

Jungkook has you entirely naked except the yin necklace in seconds, his muscular arms throwing you over his shoulder in a frenzy and carrying you to the bed. You whine as you still try to pull off his pants, and he chuckles. 

“You’re unreal, baby. Look at you, so beautiful,” he coos, looking at your splayed form on the bed. The more he looks, the more it makes you feel shy. You cross your legs and cover your chest with your hands, closing your eyes and whining again. “No, no. Don’t hide yourself. Let me see you, please. I’ve waited for so long, baby.” 

You feel the bed dipping, his weight joining you on the bed as he hovers over you. You feel his yang chain dangling in the air between you two. He gently pushes away your hands and legs, leaving you bare and vulnerable under him. “You’re so pretty, my pretty little babygirl.” Jungkook notices the yin pendant resting next to your head, a wide smile blooming on his face. “Oh. You’re wearing it too?” 

“We promised that we’ll always wear them,” you whisper, fluttering your eyes open. Two pools of honey look back at you fondly, leaning down while placing the yin pendant on your chest.

Click.

“Yin to my yang.” He nuzzles your nose before touching your foreheads together. You smile, pulling him in for another kiss.

Jungkook trails wet, open-mouthed kisses over your jaw, neck and collarbones. You moan when he finds a majorly sensitive area. He lets his right hand massage your breasts, breathy whimpers falling off of your lips. His mouth sucks on the nape of your neck, wetness gathering between your legs from his ministrations. 

“Oh, Gguk…” Threading fingers through his hair, you pull him even closer, desperately wanting him as close as humanly possible. The groan he lets out vibrates against your skin. He finds your lips once again, fingers pulling and pinching on your hardened nipples.

“Fuck, oh god,” you moan when Jungkook briefly licks on your stiffened peak, gauging your reaction before diving in. He presses your tits together, hungrily licking and sucking onto them while kneading the soft flesh. 

“So responsive, fucking hell.” He mutters under his breath, his eyes trained on your movements as you writhe under him from pleasure. Your fingers are still buried in the strands of his dark hair, pulling on them for dear life. He grunts and groans, grazing his teeth teasingly over your nipple.

“Oh my god!” your body shudders, a sudden release catching both of you off-guard as you cry and moan in pleasure. Jungkook watches you ride out the high lustfully, a guttural sound leaving his throat.

“Already? But I didn’t do anything yet, baby.” 

You try to catch your breath, stuttering a reply, “Sorry– ugh, ‘m sorry— I didn’t know that I–”

“It’s okay, I liked it. It was sexy,” he nudges his nose with yours, fingers running up and down your sides. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this… I’m sorry.” 

“Shh.” Jungkook shushes you, unlocking the yin and yang and letting your locket slide back on the bed. “Want to taste you.” Giving you one last kiss on the mouth, he continues to press butterfly kisses on your skin, following the path between your breasts. He smiles when he feels your hand reaching to intertwine with his. He places random kisses all over your tummy, inching downwards until he’s finally facing your mound. 

“You’re glistening, baby, already so wet and ready.” He hums, parting your nether lips and admiring the slick flesh hiding under it. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long now,” Jungkook mutters, flattening his tongue against your core to lick a fat stripe.

“Gguk!” you whimper, thighs spreading further on its own accord. His nose briefly presses on the swollen nub as he provides you several kitten licks. 

“You taste so sweet. Like a muffin.” His voice is dangerously low, and it goes straight through your cunt. You shiver and mewl. If he doesn’t pick up speed, you might just lose your mind.

Thankfully, he himself is losing his patience. Jungkook enters your dripping cunt with his tongue. A groan escapes him when he feels your gummy muscles squeezing him appreciatively. 

He grunts, pushing harder and deeper, your essence filling his mouth. Your toes curl, and he softly brushes his thumb on your clit. You moan loudly, hips bucking up. As you try to move with him, tongue delving in and out, he thumbs your clit and rolls it in tight circles.

Your back arches, effectively pushing your pussy more into his face. Jungkook groans at the feeling. Your whimpers paired up with the sound of him eating you out bounces off the bedroom walls. 

Your hand tightens its hold on his hand, the spare one balling into a fist. He softly plucks his tongue out, eagerly licking you like you’re water and he’s been thirsty for a long while now. He leaves the warmth of your cunt to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking and grazing his teeth on it.

“Fuck!”

You pull on the bed sheets, and he gives your clit a soft bite. Before you can comprehend anything else, two of his fingers slide inside you. It’s a rather tight fit, but he’s not bothered.

“I’m gonna stretch you out so well, baby.” Jungkook purrs, starting to move his fingers in and out of you. The first few thrusts have your knees buckling even though you’re lying down. He somehow manages to brush most of the sweet spots inside you, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

“That’s right, it feels amazing, doesn’t it, babygirl? You feel so good around my fingers.” He increases his pace to see how you react, and he’s blessed with a needy whimper that has his dick throbbing in the confines of his boxers. 

“Please…” you close your eyes, craving more. You can feel his lips curling up against your skin.

“Please what? You have to be more specific,” Jungkook hums, teasingly running his tongue over your slit while his fingers halt inside you. You whine out of frustration, trying to move but his iron grip on your hips stops you from doing so.

“I need more. Please, Gguk… Oh—” He curls his fingers inside you, starting to move them again. His mouth latches back on your clit, coaxing a moan out of you. He scissors his digits in your cunt and you gasp. “I’m– I’m gonna come!” you cry out, head lolling back.

“Then do it. Cream my fingers like a good girl.” Jungkook grunts, adding a third finger inside your wet heat. The feeling has you screaming his name, eyes flying shut. “Look at you. Making such a mess and I haven’t put my dick in yet. Can you hear how fucking wet you are?”

You let out a wanton moan, your inner walls squeezing his digits as the squelching sound seemingly increases. He curses under his breath, suckling on your clit and keeping up the ruthless pace of his fingers. You shudder and writhe, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. Dangerously close to your release, you feel the pleasure coil inside your stomach tightening.

“Holy fuck!” Jungkook rests his forehead against your lower belly. Your cunt clamps down on his digits, heartbeat going crazy as you reach your peak without any warning. Chest heaving, you try to catch your breath.

“Look at me, ____.” 

You struggle to open your eyes, but eventually, you manage to meet his gaze. A whine escapes you when you see his chin glistening under the soft light of your bedroom. Adding more to your devastation, Jungkook extracts his fingers from your core, immediately putting them inside his mouth. 

“Gguk,” you whine, averting your eyes. He climbs back up on you, tapping on your lips with his index finger. 

When you look at him confusedly, he murmurs, “Open up.” Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, realizing the reason behind his actions. You bite down on your lower lip, taking a deep breath before you finally part your lips eagerly. 

“Mmh!” you flutter your eyelashes at Jungkook and start sucking on his digits, the scene making his cock twitch inside his underwear. Tongue gliding across his fingers sensually, you let out several moans and whimpers, making him groan out of frustration.

“Stop giving me those eyes, baby, I won’t be able to control myself.” He grunts, removing his fingers from your mouth. He gets rid of his pants immediately. You gulp, noticing the massive bulge between his legs. Inhaling a shaky breath, you let your eyes take in the glory of his thighs, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook smirks, lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You cry out, holding onto his tattooed forearm for dear life. He grunts when he feels your wetness rubbing against his clothed cock. “So impatient.” His mouth catches your earlobe, his own hips starting to move against yours.

“Gguk… please, I need you in me.” Your voice is barely a whisper. With an impatient growl, Jungkook pulls down his boxers, his hardened cock springing out and slapping against your stomach.

A whine escapes you at the sight of his veiny, huge member. You rub your thighs together, watching the precum dribbling down on your tummy. He notices how flustered you’ve become, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. “I will ruin you babygirl, gonna fuck that innocence out of you.”

“Yes, fuck me!” You are straight up desperate at this point, cunt aching to feel him inside you. Jungkook huffs, suddenly remembering that he doesn’t have any protection with him. 

“Baby… I don’t have a condom.” His lips form into a pout, and you wonder how he can be so cute and sexy at the same time. 

“I’m on birth control.” Your reply is quick, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

“Fuck! You want me to go raw?” 

“Yep. Want to feel you.” Jungkook doesn’t waste another second, his hand gripping on his length to slide it along your wet slit. You let out another cry, eyes snapping shut. “Please don’t tease me, I can’t.” 

“Shh,” He shushes you, and soon enough, you feel the blunt, velvety head of his cock poking at your entrance.

“Oh my god!” A scream escapes you when he starts pushing in, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck as he waits for you to adjust. His girth stretches you out much more than you’ve experienced before. You writhe and whimper, feeling like it’s your first time all over again. A few tears wet your cheeks and Jungkook hurries to dry them.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Relax, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, slowly sinking all the way in. “Let me know when you feel ready, okay?” He presses a kiss on your knuckles, threading your fingers together.

It takes you a while, but you eventually manage to adjust to the foreign feeling. Jungkook hisses when he feels your hips trying to rock against his. “Can I move now?” 

“Yes! Fuck,” your voice is heavy with need which makes him groan. He grips onto your hips, starting to pull away. Just when you’re thinking that he’s gonna pull out entirely, he slams back inside, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry, I don’t think that I can be gentle right now.” 

“Ahh– it’s– it’s okay, I like it rough.” 

“Good god.” Jungkook growls, hips slapping against yours rhythmically. You take a hold of his right hand, trying to wrap it against your throat. “Fucking hell. Is that what you want me to do to your cute body? Fuck! Such crude actions from an angel like you.” He gently grips on your throat, applying minimal pressure that has your head spinning. 

“Jungkook!” Your scream is muffled by the sound of his cock pounding into you. His eyes stay fixed on your breasts, that jiggle with each thrust of his length. 

He laughs breathlessly into your hair when you tense around his cock, his thrusts hitting your cervix, deeper than before. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to coil low in your body, your skin tingling with warmth.

“Gguk—”

You don’t manage another word, but you don’t really need to. Jungkook slips a hand between your legs, finding your clit with unerring accuracy and rubbing it in tight circles. You scream his name, writhing as the waves of bliss roll over you. Through the haze you notice that he is still inside your cunt, hard and throbbing. He kisses you fervently, hissing when he takes in your debauched state. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he mutters, dropping his forehead to yours and ramming his cock into your pussy. You curl your arms around his shoulders, mesmerized by his darkened eyes and the way they are focused on you. He keeps his movements rough, but there is a new, fragile intimacy between you two.

You glue your mouth over his, your breaths mingling as you taste each other. Jungkook moans when you buck your hips, meeting him halfway and grinding your clit over his pelvis. His hold on your legs tightens and you know that he is close.

“____– fuck, babygirl, I’m going to come so hard.”

You rake your nails through his fluffy hair, nodding frantically. “I’m all yours,” you whisper, voice breaking. He gives a few more hard thrusts and shudders, reaching his orgasm with a low groan and coating your walls with his thick, milky load. The feeling sets you off as well and you bury your face in his chest, whimpering with each spurt and twitch.

Blood pounds in your ears as you stroke the length of his back, your cheek resting on his racing heart. Over stimulation makes you feel a bit dizzy, soft whines leaving your parted lips. Jungkook caresses your thighs and nuzzles your locks, panting slightly. It takes a few moments for both of you to shake off the high – you raise your head first and look up at him. His eyes are warm, expression content.

“Please tell me that I’m not dreaming,” He mumbles, cradling your body in his arms. 

Your eyes soften at his words, and you kiss his temple, reassuring, “You’re not, Gguk. This is very much real. We are together.” 

“Let me take you out on a date tomorrow.” Jungkook presses a lingering kiss on your chest. “And the day after tomorrow.” Another kiss. “And the day after that too.” Another kiss.

“Sure… I’d love to go out on dates with you.” You manage a smile, his warm breath fanning over your neck. Before you know, your eyes tear up, a sob tearing itself from your throat.

“Oh my god— what happened?! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head violently, taking his right hand and kissing his body art. “We only have six days left together… Isn’t it so tragic?” 

Jungkook frowns immediately, remembering that he’s supposed to leave for another country within a week. His heart breaks, arms clutching on your body tighter. “Baby…” 

“I’d ask you to not leave but that’s extremely selfish.” 

“No no, it’s selfish at all, sweetheart. I promise to have a long, hard thought about this. I– I don’t want to leave either. How am I supposed to survive all alone, now that I finally have you?” 

“Gguk… you don’t have to–” 

“Shh, let’s not think about it right now. Just… I love you so much, muffin. You’re my world.” 

“And you’re my universe, Jungkook. I love you too.” Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, his brown orbs looking back at you fondly.

You don’t know what the future has in store for you, but you do know that he is in it. That is everything you’d ever want.

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[chimchimsauce]

XS (XIV - Scotch)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Thirteen

Fourteen

Even though Taehyung is gone, YN is still not able to have a peaceful night’s rest. She wakes with a start, shooting up in bed and clutching the silk sheets next to her pounding heart. She’s covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat that has her feeling icky.

With a shuddering breath, YN places a hand on her forehead, trying to calm herself down.

Taehyung isn’t here. You don’t have to be afraid.

But doesn’t she? Just because her biggest antagonizer is gone for the moment doesn’t mean she can let her guard down. YN is still in an unfamiliar place with only God knows how many people are inside. She doesn’t know who will want to hurt her to try and get back at Taehyung, or who she can really trust not to stab her in the back later down the line. Even Yoonji - YN’s closest thing to a confidant, clearly has some resentment toward her.

YN sighs. Working herself up thinking about all the danger she has herself in won’t do any good. All she can do is settle in and enjoy her few moments of peace before Taehyung comes back to terrorize her some more.

YN slips out of bed, hating to be there for any longer than necessary. She puts on something comfortable and then hesitates in the closet, unsure of her next actions. There really isn’t much to do in this room entertainment-wise, and she doubts she’ll be able to sneak out of here, so YN decides to head into the bathroom and take a good look at all the products Taehyung has stocked it with. Her eyes linger on the shower as she enters the room before darting away, wanting to push the memory into the furthest corner of her mind.

It seems that Taehyung has bought any and every beauty item she could possibly need. YN tries not to feel freaked out at the familiar items and reads the labels of products she’s never heard of before. She hasn’t been at it for very long before a voice interrupts her.

“What are you doing?”

YN looks up from her spot on the ground and meets Jungkook’s untrusting gaze.

“What does it look like?” YN snaps.

Something about the man just really gets on her nerves.

“Making a mess,” Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest, “That, or trying to see if there’s anything under there you can use to off yourself.”

“Ha ha,” YN says drily, “Did you come in here just to bother me or what?”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change. Could he really believe YN was trying to hurt herself with skincare?

“Someone wants to see you?”

YN’s blood runs cold. She can’t think of a single person who she’d like to meet in this wretched place.

“Who?” she says, trying to hide the slight tremble in her voice.

“You ask too many questions, princess. Come on, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

As YN rises to her feet, her mind runs with a million possibilities. Is this some kind of test set up by Taehyung? Is someone trying to take her out of the picture already? What if she walks into the room to meet this stranger and is kidnapped?

“Calm down,” Jungkook says when he sees the look of pure terror on YN’s face, “I’m not marching you to your death. Taehyung would kill me if anyone but him hurt a single hair on that pretty little head of yours. Namjoon wanted to see you.”

“Namjoon?” YN asks.

“The boss’s brother.”

“Oh,” YN says, unsure if that makes her feel better or worse.

Jungkook doesn’t say another word during the entirety of their journey to meet Namjoon. YN tries to pay attention to all the twists and turns in this labyrinth of a house but gives up when she swears she sees the same painting three times. Besides, her mind is racing too much to really focus. Her palms are clammy, so she wrings them in her shirt, giving herself something to hold on to.

Jungkook comes to a stop so abruptly that YN runs straight into his back, jerking away immediately. The last thing she wants is to touch him. The bodyguard doesn’t acknowledge the small action at all, raising his hand and rapping thrice on the heavy wooden door.

The door swings open smoothly. YN peeks hesitantly from behind Jungkook’s back, sizing up the new man in front of her.

Sure, this isn’t the first time she’s had the displeasure of seeing Kim Namjoon, but it wasn’t like she was paying his face much mind when there was blood and the sound of gunshots everywhere.

“YN,” he says kindly, almost as if the two of them were coworkers who ran into each other at a coffee shop, “It’s great to see you.”

She doesn’t even attempt a smile, eyes scanning his face for some hint of his intentions. She finds done. Kim Namjoon wears a perfectly sculpted mask that hides his true emotions.

“I’ll take it from here, Jungkook. Feel free to go about your day,” Namjoon says, stepping to the side to make space for YN to enter the room.

“You know boss doesn’t want her out of my sight.”

“Oh, come on,” Namjoon says with an easy smile, “Lighten up. We’re just going to get to know each other better.”

That vague statement does absolutely nothing to put her mind at ease. YN glances past him, looking into the room. Nothing inherently dangerous can be seen, but who knows what his actual plans are?

“I can wait outside, if you’d like,” Jungkook concedes once it becomes abundantly clear that Namjoon is not budging, “But I’ll be the one to escort her back to her rooms.”

“Of course,” Namjoon says, then turns his full attention to YN, “Come in, dear.”

“What is with mafia men and their humiliating pet names?” She thinks to herself but doesn’t comment on it, knowing very well how precarious her situation is.

YN doesn’t acknowledge Jungkook as she enters the room. She feels equally unsafe with everyone around her. Her chances of making it out alive are probably the same no matter who she’s with.

Namjoon closes the door after her, still keeping on his polite airs. It’s crazy to her how nonchalant everyone is all the time. One moment they’re at fancy balls and the next they’re covered in the blood of their own family members.

“Please, take a seat,” Namjoon says, motioning towards a very expensive-looking leather couch.

YN does as told, sinking down into the comfortable surface. Namjoon does the same, sitting in a matching armchair. He grins at her, sending a huge wave of unease down her spine. Trying to shake the feeling, YN squirms under the guise of readjusting.

“I trust my brother is treating his new wife well,” Namjoon says, his tone playful.

He’s teasing her - mocking the horrific misfortune she’s been thrust into.

YN’s face contorts in anger before she can school her features.

“Easy there, tiger,” Namjoon says, “You gotta work on your poker face.”

“I will, thanks,” she grits out, trying not to offend him.

He studies her for a moment before snapping his fingers. Moments later, a smartly dressed butler comes through a hidden door, placing an empty glass with two perfectly square ice cubes in it down on the side table next to Namjoon. He's gone just as quickly as he arrived, vanishing without so much as looking at YN.

Namjoon picks up the ornate-looking thing on the table that YN had originally mistaken for a vase, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid.

“Scotch on the rocks,” Namjoon says, more to himself than to her, “The best drink for business negotiations.”

“Business negotiations?” YN asks.

A sickly feeling starts to rise up, but YN takes a deep breath, forcing the nausea back down.

Namjoon finishes his scotch in one go, setting the glass down with a loud clink.

“You see, YN, you’ve found yourself in a rather . . . interesting position. I bet you consider yourself just a poor girl who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. That this whole thing is a terrible accident.”

She doesn’t know what he’s implying.

“What do you mean?” YN asks.

“Our little organization here wouldn’t run smoothly if everyone went around making rash decisions. Everything we do is meticulously planned right down to the last detail. You don’t honestly think that the heir to the largest mafia in the country would just pick some random woman to marry, do you? Wasn’t it a little strange that Taehyung, someone who is as high up in rank as you can possibly get, would personally go hunting down some nobody who owed us money?”

That sick feeling returns, this time even harder.

“Namjoon . . .” she starts before cutting herself off, panic beginning to rise.

“Don’t work yourself up,” he says, leaning back in his chair without a care in the world,

“My baby brother’s been obsessed with you for years, YN. Every wonderful and horrible thing that’s happened to you in the past five years has been because of him.”

YN thought it was impossible for her world to shatter even further than it already has, but she was clearly wrong.

“There’s . . . no. That can’t be true,” YN says, rising to her feet so quickly she nearly gives herself whiplash, “That’s impossible.”

“You don’t really think you got into that fancy school of yours alone, do you? And what about the guys you’ve gone out with, hm? When was the last time one of them didn’t mysteriously go missing?”

“Stop,” YN says, beginning to tremble.

“And what about the care boxes that would show up at your dorm? The part-time job that paid you four times more than anyone else? The way you got banned from every dating app on the planet.”

“Please,” YN whispers, “What do you want from me? Why would you tell me this?”

“Oh, YN,” Namjoon says, sighing the same way a mother would after watching their child make a careless mistake, “I’m just telling you the truth. I want us to be friends, you see. And friends don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“What do you want from me?” YN repeats again.

There’s no way Namjoon is telling her this from the kindness of his heart. Based on the wide grin on his face and the amusement in his eyes, he’s got a sadistic streak, just like his brother.

“You want to leave, don’t you? To be free from Taehyung forever. You want to go back to your normal life, don’t you?”

YN doesn’t answer, feeling like his questions are merely a trap in disguise.

“See, I think you can help both of us out, you and me. It’s quite simple really. I’ll take over the gang and you can go back to your insignificant little life. All you have to do is kill Taehyung.”

#yandere bts #yandere taehyung #bts x reader #yandere bts x reader #yandere x reader #bts mafia au #i haven't written a fic in almost a year whoops #also i saw rina sawayama in tokyo so that's cool #xs #yandere

[avelera]

Is Giving Sanctuary over? I thought it was a chapter away from completion but I've seen you talking about it like you're extending it and now there's a series. Where are you thinking of taking it?

Nope! There's 1 more chapter left in the main story which I've taken an unforgivable amount of time writing 😅 Mostly cuz I tend to get stressed whenever I write the "last chapter" of something, it feels like I've run out of chances to include anything I forgot!

I ended up breaking Giving Sanctuary into 2 parts, after much consideration on the matter.

The fact was, I always intended to show Giving Sanctuary Hob and Dream "through the ages" as a sort of epilogue - what else changes about their life because their meeting in 1689 ran longer than expected?

But I saw a lot of people were waiting to read the story until it was complete, and the fact is, this chapter coming up marks the "end" of 1689 and the "get together" arc. It's a complete story. People should be able to read it as such without waiting for a SUPER long, arguably somewhat off-topic epilogue.

That said since the "epilogue"/"Keeping Sanctuary" sequel was intended to be part of the main story, there's a lot of threads it ties up. Not necessarily stuff that's central to the "get together" story, but questions that were raised during the course of Giving Sanctuary.

Questions like: (Cut for Giving Sanctuary spoilers)

Does Dream ever undergo the same sort of journey that Hob does?

What exactly was Destiny planning with that banquet? And why did he include all of his siblings in the one month time skip, not just Dream?

Do Hob and Dream make it as a couple?

What events are averted by them getting together in 1689? Which events aren't averted?

What happens to some of our side characters as a result of the altered 1689 meeting, like Jessamy, Calliope, and our briefly glimpsed personification of the Manor House? Does Hob ever get around to naming the Manor House??

And much more!

The sequel will begin with their one year anniversary in 1690, from there we check in on them in 1789, 1889, and then dive into the 20th century, which is where my outline really began to grow to the point I realized I might have a whole new fic on my hands and I didn't want people to put off reading the 1689 stuff just because I was still writing the 20th century stuff.

Suffice to say I'm super excited to jump into the next stuff, my brain's just been stuck on wrapping up the 1689 stuff, but I hope to get that done soon!

#giving sanctuary bts #giving sanctuary #1689 fic #maggie's writing progress #I've written so many tens of thousands of words I can't publish yet because I'm STUCK on smaller scenes that precede them #it's infuriating lol

[raethye]

Save My Love (Or Kill This Heart) by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 61.8K, complete

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Character(s)

Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superheroes, Superpowers, Supervillains, Revenge, Memory Alteration, Secret Identity, Angst, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, Superpower Sex, Second Chances, Romance, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Trauma, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Justice, Sad Kim Taehyung | V, Aged-Up Character(s)

The new guy in apartment 1613 is loud. Not in the usual sense of blaring music or stomping feet or overenthusiastic workouts combining both, but nevertheless loud. A surge of secondhand loneliness slams into Seokjin. He's got half a bottle of whiskey to offer some ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ shots with, but no way to explain his pre-dawn presence.

How does one show up unannounced and tell a complete stranger that they seem sad?

The superheroes of Seoul are dealing with a high-profile thief. Seokjin is dealing with Taehyung, his mysterious new neighbor, who may or may not be stealing his heart.

FULL WORK (complete)

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

#my writing #bts #ao3 #romance #mystery #action #bts fanfic #fanfiction #taejin #seokjin #taehyung #superheroes #superpowers #bts smut #bts fic #written for a prompt #bts super7fest #taejinbingo #ao3_raethye

[miscelunaaa]

cuffing szn 4 | knj

pairing: fbi agent!namjoon x soft-bodied/plus-sized female reader

genre: strangers to lovers, an attempt at crack??, little bit of angst, smut

summary: All Namjoon wants is some peace and quiet after a long, shitty day at work. Thanks to a party upstairs and Jungkook’s sticky fingers, he’s stuck with you instead.

rating: 18+ for weighty topics and explicit sexual content

word count: 5.7k

warnings: Swearing, always. Safe handling of a firearm. Jungkook being a little chaotic nosy. References to legal alcohol consumption. There’s a lot here that’s not really true to life but the biggest lie is Jungkook texting someone and responding to their reply ☠️ Explicit sexual content in the form of: Soft Dom Namjoon. Reader’s got a thing for his big body, so like size kink I guess kind of but without mentions of any size difference between them at all. Lots of mentions of stretch marks and softness :). Mild body insecurity. A MOMENT OF DUMBIFICATION??? BUT LIKE REALLY MILD???? Check-ins again help. Nipple play. Lots of light biting. Light kink negotiation? Pet names (baby, baby girl). Daddy kink. Light begging. Dirty talk. Oral sex, female receiving. Light edging. More check-ins. Big Dick!Namjoon. Unprotected sex with other birth control in place (IUD). Change in sex positions. Modified doggy-style. Fingie sucking. Light degradation (use of the word “slut” twice? and “cocksleeve” once). Praise kink. Creampie. Aftercare, some light cathartic crying, and cuddles!

notes: HA. HAHAHA. ME?? STICK TO A SCHEDULE???? SDJKFJASKFJ PLS. Alright y’all, happy comeback. I’m feeling better and my PCR was negative so fuck it, let’s go, let’s finish this shit out strong!! I hope y’all like it, let me know what you think :) thank you so much for reading and joining me on this journey.

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Namjoon’s apartment feels different from last time. Instead of bending down to help you take off your boots, you can just kick off your slip-ons. Instead of a jacket thrown over the back of the couch, it’s still on his tall frame. There’s nothing waiting to be put away in the kitchen, no phantom smells of a meal made. Above all, it’s quiet. Taehyung and Jungkook haven’t turned their music back up yet.

“Hey, wait, do you need to eat something? You only just got home right?” you ask, right as he’s shrugging off his suit jacket.

As he loosens his tie, you feel his eyes running up and down the lines of your body. You can’t imagine you’re much of a sight in your ratty sweatpants and old hoodie, but his gaze doesn’t seem to notice the difference between this outfit and the last.

“Not really hungry right now.”

Right. Not, at least, in the way one might think.

You awkwardly stand by as he takes off his shoes. The difference in the amount of clothes between the two of your is honestly amusing. You realize you’re starring when he suddenly shifts before, placing a finger beneath your chin and turning your face to his.

If looks could start fires, you’d be ablaze.

He’s attractive, that much is obvious for you. He’d been attractive at Hoseok and Jin’s bachelor party, but in that cute, grumpy way that comes so easily to him. This look, however, is more intense even than the ones he gave you the morning after. All of the emotions you’ve felt over the past few weeks are mirrored in his gaze. Namjoon’s already made it clear with his words but this look shows you that he wants you as much as you want him.

You step into him to close the gap, letting your lips fall upon his. Immediately, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close as he tilts his head for a closer fit to your mouth. When his tongue begins to brush against yours, you wonder if he can taste the lemonade your drank upstairs. At least, you hope it’s the lemonade, and not the pizza.

“Bedroom. Now,” he mouths against you, and you don’t have it within you to hide your enthusiasm as you take his hand and follow.

He’s barely flipped on the light before he’s tossing his suit jacked to the side. With care, he takes his gun from this shoulder holster and places it in his safe. By the time he’s run through the little lock/unlock routine, you’re already sitting on his bed with your legs crossed, watching him move. He finally takes his tie off all the way and shrugs off his shoulder holster, his back to you. Watching the fabric of his shirt stretch and wrinkle over the muscular expanse of his back could entertain you for hours.

He stops before joining you, his hands clenched at his sides. He chews on his lip.

“So last time, you said you didn’t do things like this much, and uh, I don’t know if I actually mentioned it, but I don’t do this much either.”

“I figured. You actually checked the date on the condom.”

“That’s something that should be done every time but point taken.”

For a moment, he falls silent, staring at a point in space that you can’t locate.

“Namjoon, why’d you bring this up?”

His eyes squinch closed. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I don’t want to do this if there’s not a chance to see you again.”

You blink.

“Okay. I want to see you again too. I wasn’t shitting you at the party, you know. I do think you’re interesting.” Your voice sounds more even than you expected it to. You thought the fluttering of your heart in your chest would shake the words more, but you’ve managed to mask it well.

Namjoon softens, his shoulders relaxing and his hands coming loose. He runs a hand through his dark hair.

“Really?”

“We’ve been thinking about each other for weeks,” you say softly. “I’m not in the business of saying things or doing things I don’t mean.”

He’s silent for a moment, before he sits down at the edge of the bed, just close enough for you to feel the heat coming off his body.

“Great. We should talk more tomorrow. Gotta make up for that missed blind date,” he teases.

“I mean there’s always a chance you might hate me, or that I’ll hate you. Maybe you’re like, I don’t know, a cat person and I’m a dog person and it just won’t work. Maybe—"

“Babe.”

Your spine tingles. He’s already started calling you pet names again. It feels like he’s beginning to slip into a role, or a headspace of some kind. It’s thrilling.

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you want this?”

His eyes are dark, he’s doing that thing where his eyes seem half-closed even as he looks at you intently. That hooded look; dragon eyes, some people call them. Call them whatever, but the effect is powerful. You feel wanted and you love it.

“Please. More than anything.”

“Then take off your clothes, I want to see you. We can figure all the other shit out later.”

Your breath hitches with the command, but somehow you find it in you to sit up and take off your hoodie, pausing to watch Namjoon stand as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. It’s hypnotizing to watch his fingers work the buttons. When he tosses it aside, he reveals the tight undershirt he’s been wearing.

To your delight (and somehow, dismay; you’re waiting for him to show some physical flaw), he’s still big, even under the dress shirt. You’ve not seen each other naked before, so each layer that comes off leaves you more enticed than the last. The idea of feeling his warm skin against yours makes your body throb.

As Namjoon begins to untuck his dress shirt, he clears his throat, quirking an eyebrow.

You look down. Right. Hoodie needs to come off. The weight of his potential disappointment turns your fingers to lead. He’s felt what you feel like beneath your clothes before, and there’s no way a big, tall guy like him doesn’t have stretch marks. He saw some of yours last time, but still it feels strange. It’s been a while and this is different than last time. It’s more intimate. It’s more intense.

“What, do you need help?”

A shiver runs down your spine, just strong enough that you’re sure he saw you tremble. The visceral reaction you have to his teasing tone is … well, it’s a lot, and it’s unexpected. Even more unexpected is the way you look at him; you can feel yourself slip into the role, lips parted, leaning into the moment. With the smallest, slightest pout you can muster, you nod, and say:

“Please.”

He steps over to the bed, leaning forward to enclose you between his arms. The mattress dips as he lets his weight settle on either side of you. You bite your lip. Every nerve ending in your body is buzzing with excitement. What’s next?

“Please, what, baby girl?”

Fuck. Fuuuuck.

“Please, help me …” The title is on the tip of your tongue, but you never finish your plea the way you want to.

Namjoon’s eyes flutter closed for a moment. The knot in his throat bobs as he swallows.

“Why is that so hot?” he mutters.

“I don’t know,” you reply. The deja vu hits you like a little wave lapping at your ankles, instead of sweeping you away. It seems you’re both into things that a lot of people aren’t. “Are you—are you into what I think you’re into? Oh my god—were you into it at the party when they called you a daddy?”

When Namjoon finally looks at you again, his nose is wrinkled into a grimace. “It’s weird, isn’t it? I came on too strong.”

“No.” You let your hand come up to cup his face. His face relaxes with the contact, but he’s still pouting even as you try to reassure him. “Maybe for other people, but not for me.”

This moment feels so strange. It’s just like last time, but you’re the one trying to ease the other’s mind. You’re so different and yet so alike.

“I—“ he starts, before sighing and shuffling to sit on the bed next to you. “I have a hard time letting myself be vulnerable. This is one of those things. Last time I thought it was just going to be one and done, so I never even dreamed of bringing it up, but then I kept liking you. We kept liking each other, and now you’re here.” He runs a hand over his face. “And the way you looked at me when I asked if you needed help …”

“It’s really okay, I promise. I like it too. And, I don’t know. You’re not actually a parent or old enough to be my dad or anything so it’s not weird?” This moment feels so strange, though. You both have to talk yourselves through this.

“No weirder than it needs to be, at least.”

“Right. And I promise I liked it. Also, kind of a different topic,” you pause, biting your lip. “I like the fact that we check in with each other so much, like I’ve never had that in a romantic relationship.” Namjoon smiles when he hears this, and your heart flutters. “That said, I’m really ready to get dicked down by your huge—"

His mouth tightens into a line, making a muscle in his jaw twitch. There may be no better way to shut you up, and if there is, you’ll have to find it together. Finally, he says, “Point taken. You know the traffic light system?”

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for keep going?”

“Great, use that if there’s something you don’t like or don’t want to do at any point in time. Not that we’re getting too weird, but just in case.”

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate before leaning over to press a quick kiss to your lips. Before you can reach for him, he’s pulling back, reaching for the elastic hem of your hoodie. As his palms, warm and rough, brush against the skin of your middle, you forget why you were nervous in the first place.

“Time to take this off,” he rasps in your ear as he helps push the garment up. As the cool air of the bedroom hits your skin, you shiver. You let yourself fall back as you lift your hips to start pushing down your sweats. Namjoon sits up and away, and then you hear a rustling and suddenly, he’s back at your side, now shirtless. You freeze.

“What?” he smirks. You’ve not even managed to get your pants halfway down your thighs, but whatever he can see is nothing compared to what you can see of him. He looks so good you want to hide in a hole, but you also have the urge to run your tongue over every inch you see. You’re not even sure which would be less awkward, so instead you just stare.

Every inch of him is solid muscle covered in warm, resplendent skin. Bulging pectorals, faintly defined abdominals, biceps, triceps, muscles you forgot the name of after high school anatomy … all wrought carefully and presented to you in one big, beautiful package. You can’t get enough, but it’s also too much, making your stomach turn with nerves. You can’t even look at his face with those fucking dimples without feeling flustered. He’s handsome and built and fuck he’s kind on top of all that and you’re suddenly panicking. You pull your pants back up to your waist and cover your face with your hands with a groan.

“Do … you want me to put the shirt back on?” Namjoon laughs. It’s a tease but you’re half tempted to answer it anyway. He settles into his elbow on his side, and hooks his other arm around your waist, trying to pull you closer. A hand cups your face, his thumb running over your cheekbone. He feels so warm against you, you almost wonder if he’s feverish. “Why are you being so shy, baby?”

“You’re just really pretty,” you murmur. You feel him tense beside you, but he says nothing. It takes a moment, but you finally let your hands fall away from your face.

Namjoon’s ears are the slightest pink. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek as his eyes roam your face. Before you know it, he’s leaning forward, tilting your chin up to his face to kiss you. Better to hide his shyness, you suppose, than talk about it any longer.

The temperature in the room is beginning to rise, or maybe that’s just the feeling of him pressing his warm body into yours. His fingers trace along your jaw and down the column of your throat. You moan into his mouth as they skate over the tight fabric of your bra. Two layers of soft mesh make it easy to see exactly where he wants to tease. His tongue slips against yours as he finds a nipple and teases it with his fingernail.

“This have a clasp or is it like a sports bra?” he murmurs, full lips brushing against yours as he listens to your breathing falter.

“Pull off like a sports bra.”

He pulls away, taking your lower lip in his teeth to nip at you as he goes. His eyes close in pleasure at the sound of your whine. Your hands meet his as you cross them to pull your bra off just as he helps push it up. Immediately, your nipples tighten in the cool air, the flesh of your breasts relaxing only to pucker as they’re freed from the confines of the undergarment.

The garment is tossed away. Namjoon dips his head to suck at your breast, a hand finding its way to the other to roll the nipple between his fingers. Heat crawls along your nerves, the synapses singing with whatever it is that’s making you feel desired. Without thinking, you bring up a hand to play with the hair at the base of his skull. It’s soft, dense, and feels good against your palm. You can’t help but grasp at the longer strands and pull.

Namjoon groans into your breast, eyes flashing to yours as he suddenly nips you. You moan, back arching to press closer to him.

“Watch it, baby girl. Let daddy do what he wants.”

You thought wanting to melt down the stairs earlier was a big feeling, but this … this is fucking unreal. You’ve never wanted a man to destroy you before; you’re absolutely ready to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you. The level of trust you have in him borders on obscene. You can’t even formulate words; instead of responding with a “yes, daddy,” you just whimper instead.

He switches nipples, moving to suck at the other, trailing his tongue over your skin as he goes. He settles between your legs again, and you feel him flinch as his hips meet the mattress. He must be incredibly hard; the very idea makes you feel delirious with need. You want him inside you, fucking you into oblivion.

“Please, I want you inside me,” you plead.

Namjoon hums, “Doesn’t sound like you want it that bad.” He glances at you as he nips again, enraptured by the way your whole body leans into the instant in which pain and pleasure mix. This is torturous, and he knows it, and you know he doesn’t care.

On impulse, you pull at his hair again, a little harder this time. The guttural moan he lets out goes straight to your core. You watch with bated breath as he props himself up and glares down at you.

“Please, daddy, I want you,” you breathe.

He says nothing as he pushes off the mattress and stands. You sit up on your elbows, watching to see where he goes, but he doesn’t move away. All you can focus on is the bulge at the front of his pants. Suddenly, he’s kneeling at the edge, and reaching forward for your hips. The squeak you let out as he pulls you to the edge of the bed is undignified, yes, but it makes him smile.

“Doing alright? What’s your color?” he asks, now on his knees, his hands pausing at the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Yeah. All good. Green. Really, really green,” you say, watching the way his upper arm muscles bulge and flex as he pulls the sweats and your underwear off your legs. He tosses them somewhere like he’s done with the rest of your clothes; finding it all later will be more than worth the small hassle.

“Still up to date on your screenings?”

“Yes. You’re the last person I was with. Still have an IUD and everything.”

“Great, same—uh, not the IUD though, can’t really get my hand pregnant, you know?”

The laughter bubbles up in your throat and then dies as you feel Namjoon’s tongue slip into your folds. “F-fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he murmurs between licks. He’s managed to settle right back into his dominant persona. “Need to work on your behavior at some point.”

Whereas last time he’d gone all in right from the start, this time he’s more of a tease, more infuriatingly gentle. He’s stoking a fire, rather than starting it. His tongue is gentle against your soft heat, his lips only just brushing against the most sensitive parts of you. Instead of flat, rough licks against your clit, it’s as if he’s just barely stroking it with the tip of his tongue.

“P-please …” you whine, trying to rut onto his face. You’re desperate. You need more.

He ignores you, but his grip tightens on your thighs. Is he into begging? The thought of begging him to fuck you makes your head swim as your cunt clenches around nothing. What’s a bit of begging when you want it so badly?

“Daddy, please, I need more.” You just want him inside you. You want that big cock inside your cunt, making you scream. You want it so much that it’s become a need so base you’d do almost anything.

He abruptly sucks on your clit and pulls off with a pop, the sudden burst of sensation making you twitch and cry out. You shudder as he runs a finger through your warmth and hums.

“Seems like you’re wet enough, sweetheart, want to try this without a condom?”

“Please, please, I need you.” You sound almost pitiful. Fuck it, you are pitiful. You should be ashamed but no, you’re just filled with even more want, more desire for him. May as well lay it on thick to drive the point home, you’re a fucking mess at this point either way. “Want your cock, daddy.”

You hear Namjoon’s breath catch before he stands and reaches for a pillow. He has you move back a bit from the edge and lift your hips so he can place it beneath them. You watch as he starts to slowly unbutton his trousers, the muscles of his abdomen tight as his hands brush over his bulge with the lowering of the zipper.

“Touch yourself, baby. I want to see how you like it.”

You trail your hand down your body, over the swell of your stomach to put your fingertips to your clit, tracing the bud just like you like it. Your breath catches in your throat as Namjoon’s eyes move up and down your figure, taking in every stretch mark, every bead of sweat, every sweet undulation of your flesh. There it is again; that look of unbridled hunger appears once more as he finally pushes down his pants and boxer-briefs.

He really is just big all over, isn’t he?

He reaches for your legs, looking intently at how you’re moving your fingers before pressing his own to you. He mimics the movement with one hand while his other finds his cock, and pumps it a few times. He closes his eyes and sighs sinfully, just enjoying the feeling of skin on skin; the very sight of him stroking his own length makes you tighten around nothing.

“You ready to take daddy’s cock, gonna be a good girl for me?”

Your reply is scarcely more than a whined “yes,” but he nods and starts to line himself up, spreading his legs a little to get the elevation right. He lifts one of your legs and extends it, laying it across his torso, but without bending it back into you. The position helps you open up, even just the little, and you relish the way his fingers sink into your flesh

He’d only been inside of you for a second last time. You haven’t even come yet, so you’re not even at your tightest, but he still feels so big that it’s almost too much. Your entire body tenses as he presses carefully into you using those same small thrusts as he had before, but it’s made even more intense by his fingers still rubbing at your clit.

“Relax, breathe,” he groans, voice low and broken as he tries to stay calm. It sounds like he’s coaching himself, as well as you. “Color?”

“Green,” you respond, breathless. Your hands are tangled in the bed spread at either side of you, desperate for any sensation that might keep you grounded. He’s fitted so tightly within you, the stretch overwhelming your senses. “S-so big, but green.”

“I know. Fit me like a glove, baby girl.” His teeth are gritted, sweat starting to bead at his chest and neck.

Once he’s fully sheathed, he starts carefully flexing his hips to thrust. Every bump and ridge on his cock rubs against your heat, sending you higher and higher. Your moans become airy and desperate. All the while, his fingers are pressing into your clit, using the same patterns he’d watched you use. The mixture of sensations is heady. You can hear the sound of your cunt getting wetter as he works his length within you, and he groans in response to every keen and whimper you make. He’s more vocal than anyone else you’ve been with, more talkative too. You fucking love it.

“Making me feel so good, getting tighter like that,” he moans, his hips stuttering as it gets harder to move inside you. You’re right at the edge, you just need a little push. He cries out as you tighten further still, even as you stretch for him. “Feel so good around daddy’s cock.”

“I’m—fuck—so close it’s right there it’s right there it’s right—" you falter, holding your breath as you look for the weak spot, the brick to pull from that fucking wall that always stands between you and ecstasy.

Namjoon’s movements don’t change at all; his fingers keep working in tandem with his hips. It’s his voice is what finally brings it all crashing down for you. “Being such a good girl, such a good slut for this cock.”

You can feel yourself squeezing around him suddenly, the air whooshing out from your lungs as the orgasm pulls a cry from your throat. Namjoon stops thrusting, reveling in the feel of your cunt tightening around him, but his fingers don’t stop until you push them away. Your body shakes and shivers as he carefully pulls out and lowers your leg.

“Did so well for me,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss you, even as your body quakes beneath him. “Still okay with more?”

You shakily nod and reach for him with trembling hands. “Want your cum. Want you finish inside me, daddy.”

Namjoon nods darkly while he removes the pillow from beneath your hips. He has you move further up onto the bed, before having you flip to your stomach and lift your hips yet again. He places the pillow again, and hums when he’s satisfied.

“Breathe again for me, baby, we’re so close now.”

You spread your legs a little more and re-angle your hips as you feel the mattress dip with his weight. The fit of his cock in your cunt is even tighter now that you’ve orgasmed, but the stretch happens a little quicker, a little more easily. He sets a punishing pace, and it’s all you can do to keep from screaming. Your whines punctuate each of his thrusts and grunts. You might actually cry with his cock inside you like this and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As his chest fits to your back, Namjoon’s weight falls to his elbows on either side of your shoulders. One arm drapes along your own, his hand grasping your own, supporting him as he drags his cock inside you. He trails his other hand along the skin of your collarbone before he brings it to your face.

“Open.”

You do as he asks, letting your lips part. He presses fingers into your mouth, and you start sucking on them without even needing to be told. His skin is salty, rough against your tongue as you give him a taste of what next time could be like. The feeling of having him within you twice over is overwhelming.

“So good for me baby girl, such a good cocksleeve just for me. Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good.”

You might come again, just from this.

His pace quickens, the bed beginning to creak in time with the slap of his flesh on yours. The deep grunts and groans are getting a little higher as he hurtles closer to his end, your own sounds mixing in with the din. His voice is sinful in your ears. He’s telling you how good you’re making you feel and it has you tensing up to the point of snapping.

The second wave of pleasure is much smaller than the first. Instead of a great cresting movement, it trickles gently down the nerves in your legs, warming you through. Your cunt twitches around his cock, and finally, it seems it’s too much for him as well.

“F-fuck—"

Namjoon shudders and suddenly, with one last moan, his body stills as he empties himself inside you. His breath is ragged, his chest hard and tense at your back as it heaves with hormones and exhaustion.

Without the creaking of the bed, the slap of skin on skin, or the amorous moans, the bedroom seems strangely silent. All that can heard is the heavy pants of you and Namjoon as you both recover. It could be minutes, it could be seconds or hours; you’re not sure, but the heavy weight of him at your back keeps you grounded.

Namjoon rolls off of you. He’s already begun to soften some; when he pulls out, so too comes the gush. You shiver and whine at his abrupt absence, trying to block the spill with your hand, but some of it still slips past and onto the pillow. You hear him scrambling, and suddenly he’s back at your side with a towel.

“Sorry, didn’t plan that too well. I keep a clean towel in my bedside drawer for … well—"

You flinch as he presses the towel to you, body still spent and heated. You tuck your hand beneath his, and finally, you feel secure enough to turn to your side without feeling like you’ll spill everywhere. He helps you roll off the pillow and sets it aside, then lays on his back beside you with a sigh.

“Glad to hear you take jack-off cleanliness seriously,” you say quietly.

He pouts a little at your small jab, and your heart floods with feeling. It’s unexpected; you’re shocked at just how sensitive you feel both physically and emotionally. The pout was supposed to be cute but instead you’re just feeling so much and it’s beginning to spill out. Why is that? And what’s he going to think when he sees?

“I spill shit too sometimes, you never know when—" He stops. His eyes flicker as they register the sudden change on your face. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is softer now, and suddenly, he’s pulling you into his chest.

“Just feeling a lot I guess. Good things, some weird things too. A lot. It’s just a lot,” you sniff, letting yourself bury your face between his pecs so he can’t see you cry. They’re there, you reason, might as well enjoy them like he enjoyed yours.

“Yeah, it’s a lot. I should have come back and gone straight to cuddling. Aftercare is important after intense encounters.”

“Yeah. I just got the fuck of a lifetime. Need cuddles.” Your voice is steady, in spite of the tears falling across your face.

“Great. I love cuddling,” he murmurs, sincerely. His hands are moving in soothing lines up and down your skin. “Fuck of a lifetime, huh?”

“Yeah. Don’t let it go to your head. Or do! Just make sure you can keep up with any claims you make, if that’s the case.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.” You smile into his warm flesh, the pet name making you feel shy now that you’re no longer inhabiting that role.

For a moment, silence falls. And then Namjoon quietly picks the conversation up again:

“No one’s ever called me pretty before.”

“Really? Did you like it?” Your unoccupied hand is tracing mindless shapes into his skin with a fingernail.

“Maybe. Just not used to it, I guess.”

“Well, I meant it. You’re really attractive to me. When you took your shirt off, I got really intimidated, if I’m being honest. Lots of skin and muscles and then you’ve got those dimples even when you’re being shy.”

You’re not looking him in the face right now but you suspect he’s got that look of embarrassment again, judging by how quiet he’s gotten.

“I’m just … not really used to being seen as attractive,” he says quietly.

“Me neither. It’s okay.” The words seem hurtful, but you say them with a smile. You’re not interested in impressing anyone. You’ve now found a person you like who reciprocates your attraction to them, so you can say the words without feeling like the truth is a curse.

“You’re cute as hell, I don’t want to hear it. The way your boobs feel in my hands makes my brain melt.”

“That’s … an interesting way to put it.”

“Well you know, don’t really know what else to say about the sex because my brain melted early on, so …”

It’s lame really, but you can’t help but laugh, and laugh with him. This moment could go on forever.

“That said, before we talk more, you should get up and pee. Big dick means big chance of a UTI.”

“Mmmm,” you nestle further into his chest. “Don’t wanna.”

“And I don’t want to have to get up to take you to an Urgent Care tomorrow because it hurts when you pee.”

“Aw, you’d take me to Urgent Care?”

“Of course, but I’d also get to say that I told you so. Do you really want that?”

“Fair point. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook’s glad he volunteered to stay sober the night before. He feels crystal clear, which, for a Saturday morning, is unusual but not unwelcome. He even got to drive Yoongi home after everyone else had had a few beers. They stopped for late night fast food and even made out in the parking lot between bites of nuggies. And then he got to stay the night at his place and spoon him!! Not even sex! Just some PG-13 making out and falling asleep together! Pretty fucking sick night, if he says so himself.

Nothing can get him down, not when he’s hydrated and moisturized and in ~like~ with someone. It’s nice to be able to breathe in the vile scent of romantic sex in his apartment and not have is stomach churn with either alcohol or jealousy. Not that he or Namjoon get laid especially often, but still. He’s walking into the unit on this glorious Saturday morning, and not feeling like he’s got to expel the contents of his stomach. That’s cause enough to celebrate.

It seems oddly quiet to Jungkook. It’s already 9 AM; normally Namjoon’s up by now, shuffling around and watering his plants while the coffee maker brews. Instead, he’s nowhere to be seen. Jungkook glances around. No discarded clothing, no new pots in the sink, no lingering coffee smell beneath the tang of fornication. Maybe you’ve gone out to brunch? That would make sense, he thinks. Joon can’t cook for shit.

It’s either that or you woke up with a UTI from his monster dick. Wouldn’t be the first time it's happened, and unfortunately for you, probably not the last either.

Ah, Jungkook’s so glad you two never came back. The smell in the apartment confirms his and Taehyung’s suspicions. If they’d stuck around for long after you’d left, they might’ve even caught the salacious sounds, but thank god they’d left to go meet Yoongi and Jimin for a few drinks.

He kicks off his shoes, noting that your own are still there, and pads through the apartment. No sounds are coming from the other side of Namjoon’s door, but he carefully tests the knob just in case.

Of course. Idiot didn’t lock it. He never does, and somehow still hasn’t learned.

Jungkook’s too nosy for his own good, and allows himself a little peak into his roommate’s bedroom. His heart warms instantly; Namjoon’s bare back is facing him, his arm thrown over you, holding you close. He’s snoozing lightly, and you’re still out as well, it seems.

Ah. Young love. You two seem to have sorted it out. Jungkook retreats and closes the door silently, before pulling his phone from his pocket.

jkay:: dude looks like they finally fucked

tae:: thank fucking god. wanna go grab bagels?

jkay:: ya. let me change my clothes and see if i can get orders out of the love birds

tae:: great, see you soon.

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posted: 6.9.2022

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@dontget2close i appreciate it bt i dnt rly write fic no lol :') i jst do random tidbits of shit tht pops nto my head n comic form or write out ideas n th notes completely unorganizedly;;;

#sorrrryyyyyy i dnt rly DO fic like. i dont read it or write it #iv thought abt doing more longform comics w written interludes? like a fic comic combo? so tht i dnt hav to draw as mch lmfao #bt idk im so lazy nd i suck basically :) but i rly do appreciate th thought! maybe someday #lotta thoughts n my head #replies #dontget2close

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Hali has a SKZ blog!

Hi so I finally have finished setting up my new Stray Kids side blog where I will share/write content for Stray Kids. It took a few weeks to actually get it going and get it to where I wanted to be, but I am finally pleased with it! I know some of my mutuals write/share content for BTS and SKZ on their blogs, but if anyone has SKZ dedicated blogs where they post or have any suggestions for who to follow for content, I would appreciate it!

Introducing: @sailorrlino

#heheheheh i couldn't help myself #no i don't know how i'm gonna run them both #and also bts is still my primary and will always be my primary focus #this skz blog will kind of be like when i have time to write for them #but i DO have a lee know fic that is like ready to be written soo

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‘tis your throne | jjk

↬ fandom: bts

↬ pairing: ceo!jungkook x f!reader

↬ genre: established relationship, fluff (if you squint a bit), pwp, smut

↬ summary: You thought that it’s your seat. But no, according to Jungkook, ‘tis your throne.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ word count: ~4.1K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, nipple play, oral sex (f! & m! receiving — *cough* 69 *cough*), fingering, dirty talking, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex, over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f! receiving), big dick!jungkook (yes this is a warning, it should be a warning), squirting, creampie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ remember the menace that was purple haired dilf vibes jungkook? yeah :') that’s all i wanna say. enjoy friends! this is a repost from my old account 👯! the summary makes no sense, right? well read the whole thing and it’ll make so much sense ;)

Jungkook steps out of the elevator, sighing in relief. He’s finally home after another hectic day, and even though he’s exhausted, his steps are fast, taking him to the door of his luxury condo. The familiar rush of happiness he gets when he arrives home makes his heart thrum in his chest. He can’t wait to see a certain special someone. He can’t wait to get lost in the feeling of his love, the light of his life.

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“Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s searching voice snaps you back to reality. Pleasantly surprised, you step back from the mirror. He’s home already? Admiring your figure in the beautiful, lace lingerie one last time, you head towards the closet, your heels clicking  against the tiled floor. 

“Baby? Aren’t you home?” His honeyed voice wraps you up in a comforting daze.  

You hurriedly put on a dress shirt to cover yourself, finally gathering yourself and answering him, “Coming!” 

Running fingers through your messy and untamed hair, you close the bedroom door behind you. As you walk out in the spacious living space, you feel excitement bubbling up in your chest. Soon enough, you spot him on the couch, a glass of his old faithful whiskey on the table in front of him as he frowns at his MacBook screen. After hesitating for a bit, you take a seat right beside him. A soft smile curves Jungkook’s mouth upwards, his right hand automatically taking a hold of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, resting your chin on his shoulder. Moments of comfortable silence stretches, and you enquire, your eyes fixed on him, “What is it?” 

He shakes his head in response, squeezing your thigh gently. “It’s nothing love. Don’t worry.” 

Not convinced at all, you hold his chin firmly, making his gaze shift to you instead. “Are you sure?” 

With a heavy sigh, he closes the device wearily. Knowing very well that he’s stressed, you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in hopes of helping him, even if just a bit. Jungkook melts under your touch, turning around to bury his face in the softness of your chest. You drop a chaste kiss on his forehead, feeling complete. 

“What would I do without you, ____?” he hums, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes fondly. 

You peck his lips endearingly, touching your foreheads together. “Probably you’d age faster with all the stress and be lonely.” The mental image of your words make you suppress a giggle, earning an eye roll from him. 

Settling you on his lap, he slaps your butt teasingly. “You had to go there, didn’t you?” You barely manage to hold your laugh, struggling to keep silent. But Jungkook seems to be far away from the conversation all of a sudden, his eyes now drinking you in slowly. “Fuck.” He curses under his breath while his fingers gently trace the border of your panties over the shirt. “Why are you wearing this today?” 

You shrug, very nonchalantly so. “I was just trying on random stuff the whole evening. After wearing this, I didn’t really feel like discarding them… so I just kept it on.” 

He nods thoughtfully, bunching up the shirt around your waist to grab you. “Good thing that you kept this on. I can’t wait until all of these will be showcased on our bedroom floor.” His voice is husky and playful, and you feel his bulge subtly growing against your core. Your teeth instinctively sink into the soft flesh of your lower lip.  

Jungkook cups your cheek, pulling you closer to capture your mouth in a slow, languid kiss. He nibbles on your lower lip, coaxing you to open up to him. You let out a gasp and his tongue finds yours, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he caresses your sides. A moan escapes you when he starts grinding his hips with yours, a low growl vibrating in his throat. 

Out of breath, you pull away first, your pupils dilated from wild desire. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, throwing you a devilish grin. Unsure of what he’s about to do, you lean into his touch, purring. 

“Jungkook!” you screech, suddenly turned upside down as he throws you over his shoulder swiftly, carrying you to the bedroom. A rough slap across your right ass cheek makes you whimper, and you swear that there’s a self-satisfied smirk on his face. 

Once inside, he gently places you down. Just as you’re about to go off on him, he pushes you up against the wall, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“Oh!” you mewl out, losing all your power to his ministrations. He nibbles on your earlobe, his gaze locking with yours. 

“You’ll remember only me once I’m done with you, love. Just me and how I make you feel.” The determined tone of his voice and the hunger evident in his honey brown orbs are proof of just how serious he is about his plans.

“Is that so?” You make sure to flutter your eyelashes at the end, the words rolling smoothly off your tongue. 

Jungkook is sure he has seen every shade of the very wide range of your smiles, but the smug grin painted on your lips right now is something else entirely. He looks at you transfixed, unable to act on his sinful thoughts. You are more than capable, though. 

You push him away, walking slowly towards the luxurious king-sized bed. Your hips sway to an enchanting melody only your mind knows. With a graceful twirl, you fall on the sheets, inviting Jungkook to join you with your index finger and irresistible, lustful eyes. He lazily strides up to the bed, sizing you up and down. Just a moment later, he’s towering over you, waiting for the next move.

A teasing spectacle begins to unwind — you start undressing yourself, your every motion frustratingly slow. You kick your heels off while your fingers pull your dress shirt up to peel off the tights, spreading your legs slightly with your feet pressed against Jungkook’s chest. His strong hands, ludicrously eager to touch you, move the sheer material down delicately, letting it fall on the floor. His mouth instantly glues to the bare skin of your ankle, peppering tender kisses up your leg without breaking eye contact.

Like a tulip blooming beneath the warm sunlight, you gently caress your bare thighs under his gaze, the elevation of your breaths making him smile. You can feel your skin tingling for his touch, the urge to have him almost too much to bear. He leans down to nuzzle your inner thighs, a jolt of electricity spreading goosebumps over your skin. 

You finally divest yourself of your sheer white dress shirt, noticing the newfound hunger in Jungkook’s gaze scanning your barely clothed silhouette. The smirk crossing your face matches his as you pull down the straps of your bra, letting your breasts jump out of the cups. His pants suddenly become unbearably tight. It becomes apparent that there is a certain rush required for the both of you. 

Impatient, he peels off your lace thong, the delicate material flying away somewhere in the room. He leans in to kiss you, your legs automatically curling around his waist. 

“I can’t believe that I get to see this piece of art whenever I want,” Jungkook whispers between hard, long kisses, his calloused, big hands massaging your breasts. You gasp, pulling on the purple strands of his hair as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Wet heat gathers in your core as his mouth sucks on your collarbones.  

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, ____.” His hot breath fans over your erect nipples. You moan wantonly, throwing back your head in pleasure when he finally wraps his lip around a sensitive bud, his tongue eagerly licking on it. His left hand occupies itself with your other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. He groans, biting you softly when you pull a bit too hard on his hair, a strangled whimper leaving you. 

You try to buck up your hips against his, seeking friction between you two. Jungkook stops immediately, looking up to see your current state — a writhing mess. With a gentle bite on your nipple, he leaves your chest, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

You whine in protest, trying to pull him down on you. But he’s much stronger – and only gives you a sly grin. Desperate for his touch, you grab his hand, guiding it between your legs, just where you want it. But he takes his hand away, demanding, “Tell me, ____. Tell me what you want.” 

With a shaky breath, you whisper, “I need you to touch my clit, please.”  As a coy smile plays on his lips, he lets his finger trail down your belly, approaching your slit. Jungkook stops right before the swollen nub, chuckling at your whine. “Please.” 

You lift your ass, hoping that his hand will slide down as a result. But he pushes your hips down, his voice low. “Behave, sweets.” Watching your puppy dog eyes, he sighs. You know his weak spots, too damn well. 

With one last look, he nestles himself between the warm cocoon of your thighs. You clutch onto the bed sheets, knowing very well what’s about to happen. “So eager for me.” The heated words puff against your core and you squirm.  

He gently thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing a soft whimper from you. Increasing the pressure on it sometimes, he enjoys the sounds you make in response. He gently nips your inner thigh, one of your hands flying to his long hair. Jungkook kisses your clit before starting to suck on it. “Please… That’s… ” you choke out, his adept tongue stimulating you further. 

“That’s what?” You can feel his smile against your skin. 

Inhaling sharply, you say, “That feels so good.” His teeth drag on the nub, making you scream. “Jungkook!” 

Jungkook knows he looks just as wrecked as you, his eyes fixed on your hazy ones and his hair tousled from your tugging.

In a massive surge of desire, he extracts himself from you to get rid of the problematic fabrics on his body. With his hungry gaze on you, he flings both his underwear and pants off. Your smile widens at the bold initiative and you sit up to reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it. Your eyes fall on his erection, the glorious size of it bobbing lazily. Gingerly, you let your hand skim the lines of his chiseled abs, inching closer to his cock. 

“Later,” Jungkook whispers, grabbing your wrist before it can reach him. He pushes you back down on the bed, towering over your small form. It seems like he’s back to admiring your naked body, his eyes roaming all over you. “You’re all fucking mine.” The material of his shirt slides off his shoulders with a tug, leaving both of you in the raw. 

Every time he sees you naked feels like the first time, even though he knows every inch of your body by heart – touched it, licked it, kissed it, sucked it, memorized it. Nevertheless, he can’t get enough. His jaw drops every single time he’s met with your mesmeric curves.

So he just stands there, like the fool he is for you, examining you with his wild brown eyes as if he is comparing you with a fantasy, holding his urge on a leash. You stare back at him, your eyes alight with similar fascination and tenderness – now slightly overshadowed by something more primal.

In the blink of an eye you are all over each other again, rolling around the bed with lips melting in a fervent kiss and curious fingers uncovering one another’s mysteries. The cold, rainy weather outside seems a distant world away as the heat between you magnifies with every shared breath.

Jungkook’s greedy lips quickly follow down your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. The sweet distinctive trace of vanilla on your blazing skin befuddles all his senses, but he doesn’t allow that weakness to hinder his primary mission.

“Jungkook…” A sharp moan escapes your mouth at the sensation of his tongue closing around the soft spot behind your ear. His hands take care of your shaking body, his rock hard cock resting against your navel. 

The journey soon continues; his hands slowly head towards your core, driving you absolutely insane with even the tiniest movement. He’s partially stunned by how responsive you are to his touch, how your body reacts just the way he wants it to. 

He dips his index finger into your warmth, groaning as he feels your juices coating him. 

“Fuck. You’re dripping wet, baby.” He doesn’t even have to send a proper request – you open yourself willingly, spreading your legs wide. But Jungkook just smirks roguishly in response, shaking his head. “I have another idea.” He kisses you one last time and flips you two over, leaving you flabbergasted and gawking at his manhood standing tall for special attention. “Come here.” 

You do as you are told, using your elbows to straighten up before straddling him. He bites his lip in silent frustration when your soaked folds wet his member, gliding up his length. The hiss he let out disappears into your mouth when you throw yourself at him with a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grab your hips possessively, forcing you to move forward.

“Closer,” he mutters, kissing your jaw.

Unaware of his intentions, you blink confusedly. But that sly smile dancing on his face quickly reminds you how good of a player Jeon Jungkook is. Always catching you off guard, but surely making it pleasant for you.

You kiss the tip of his nose and rise up, moving all the way up, until you’re settled directly above his mouth.

“Is this my seat?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, dripping with anticipation.

“'Tis your throne, love.” 

Jungkook doesn’t offer you a chance to answer – he lowers your hips, guiding your entrance straight onto his mouth. You teeter at the contact, hands reaching blindly for the bed frame, while his firm grip on your body keeps you in place.

He gives you no chance to recover – his tongue begins teasing your clit, every flick deliberate and exhilarating, setting your body on fire. Your hips roll to the rhythm of his skillful ministrations, begging for more friction.

The bed frame serves its purpose perfectly, your knuckles turning numb from the pressure of gripping for steadiness. You bite your cheek, trying to muffle the moans escaping your mouth. But how can you stay silent when he’s sucking you so good? You’re ready to let the whole neighborhood know that you’re riding Jeon Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook doubles the effort, driving you higher and higher. As pleasure rips through you, you feel how exposed you are without his steadying arms wrapped around you. You instinctively reach for your breasts, squeezing them as hard as you can, floating through the orgasm with frenzied moans spilling out your lips.

Jungkook takes in every nuance of you – the way your body flexes on him, eyes half shut by the ecstatic feeling, your breasts aquiver, beads of sweat rolling down your skin and that sweet, sweet taste. You are spectacular and he is determined to keep you on the high wave.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook continues lashing at your clit after you fall apart. The overwhelming heat keeps on spurring you, making your knees quiver.

“Jungkook!” you yelp, not sure if it’s a cry of relish or call for help. It doesn’t stop him, though. His tongue sweeps your cunt relentlessly while his thumb rubs your oversensitive clit. But you have to get his attention. “Jungkook, wait!” He stops, utterly concerned, holding your shaky thighs. Before he manages to ask what’s wrong, you speak up again, your velvet voice faltering as you beam with satisfaction. “I have an idea.”

Jungkook loosens up the grip on you and watches with piqued interest as you spin around just to nestle on top of him, with your cute butt landing right in front of his face. You send him a sultry look over your shoulder and take his cock in your soft hands to give him a few powerful strokes.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to—”

The sentence is cut in the middle when your tongue twirls around his tip, pulling his length deep in your mouth. His hands land on your ass, seeking for something to grip tight as your excellent work sends a visceral thrill through his whole body. He can’t see you, but he can feel you struggling to take him all in. But you’re no quitter – a paralyzing warmth takes over his body a few moments later. His hips buck up slightly to meet your mouth, your head moving sluggishly up and down his throbbing cock. For a split second, you completely blow his mind.

In an instant, Jungkook gathers himself and gently brings you closer in one swift movement. His mouth dives into your pussy again, eliciting a strangled moan as you squirm on top of him.

When he slips two fingers to join his tongue, you stop dead in your tracks, falling forward, choking on his cock that hits your throat. He can feel every muscle on your body tensing at the additional friction. You moan loudly around his length, sending vibrations through him. He groans, his tongue ravishing your slit. The pace of his fingers slow down ever so slightly, in rhythm with your pulsating cunt. 

Riding out the high, you want to return the favor. Jungkook will cum with you too. Porn made it all look so easy and nonchalant, but it’s truly arduous. How are you supposed to pay all your attention to sucking his girth when you’re already so close to your second orgasm? He knows how to draw out the pleasure from you.

As your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, you set your furious focus on his cock. Your head bobs up and down, tongue and hand working his length up tirelessly in an unsteady, yet powerful manner. Your dedication is greeted with a few muffled moans and an additional digit teasing your entrance as a reward. It’s definitely not a race, but feeling his tongue and fingers plunging deep into your core, you finally realize Jungkook obviously plans to completely demolish you. And you are slowly giving in.

The air fills with obscene slippery sounds and quiet humming on both sides – the obvious proof of immense pleasure building up. Despite your ecstasy-fueled exhaustion, you keep your pace, tongue and fingers working earnestly to push him over the edge. Your moans and whimpers get louder soon, your walls squeezing him as you feel his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

Maybe it’s a race after all. Maybe the fervor of your movements match your dedication to each other. 

You sense the release is close. You feel it deep inside your core, as Jungkook’s dynamic licking and rubbing paralyzes you with blissful shivers. Your mouth stills around his member, your whole body trembling as you cum again. In a flash, you collapse on him with absolute pleasure, unable to move for a long while, basking in the afterglow. Jungkook slows down, gently licking each drop of nectar you offered, prolonging the pleasure. 

When you finally have the power to extract your mouth from his cock and sit up, you notice that he’s still rock hard. Your saliva makes the veins glisten, and you almost feel bad for failing to make him cum. 

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” His hand rubs your back soothingly, concern laced with his voice. You nod, slowly turning around to finally meet his gaze, his frown melting into a soft smile. One blink and you’re on your back again, his body covering yours as he peppers your face with kisses. 

“Jungkook!” you mewl, his chin slick from your essence. He grunts in response, his cock sliding along your slit. 

“I want you,” he states, his tip right on your entrance, waiting for your confirmation. 

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”  

Without any hesitation, he enters you with a hefty push, filling you up in a way you’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s because you’re overly sensitive, or maybe because you just tried something new with him… you don’t know. You hear the hitch of his breath once he hits the hilt, a desperate moan escaping you.

You are perfectly accustomed to his size somehow. But you didn’t expect this all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before he is even pounding into you. A series of vehement whimpers escape your mouth without your permission and your chest heaves as you struggle to control your breathing. 

Jungkook immediately notices the unconcealable shift in your demeanor. He cups your cheek, slowly pulling out of you.

“Baby, is everything all right?” he whispers, his voice full of concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

You instinctively grab his hand and lock your body on him with an inaudible cry, every word a torture. “I want you inside.”

He nods, relieved, pulling you as close as it is humanly possible. Your head lolls back, resting comfortably on the pillow so you can glance at him between the fits of passion. You two exchange a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other’s presence. Jungkook’s lips brush over your forehead in a sweet kiss just as he begins moving inside of you. 

He starts off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he can, keeping you cradled in his protective arms. Your previous remark proves to be right – you are insanely tight and lubricated, your scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knows he won’t last long.

“Harder, please,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible for the upcoming days. He willingly complies, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by your heavy breathing and vocalized pleasure mixes in the most indecent way.

Everything is Jungkook – he invades all your senses, emptying your mind, leaving nothing but his name. You can feel the thunder of your heart pounding against your chest; his hands mindlessly roam over your curves as you remain trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers sneak up to your clit, rubbing you with expert precision while his cock keeps on ravishing you. You are mere seconds away from yet another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.

His deafening groans get more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, while his fingers rub your clit desperately.

You fall over the edge soon, screaming out his name in pure pleasure. Jungkook ruts his hips harder, getting closer to his release. But, on the other hand, something carnal starts building up in your body, your vision blacking out as suddenly you feel a flow of warm liquid running down your thighs. Jungkook curses. “Fuck baby. Fuck! Look at you squirting, a freaking goddess, my goddess.” 

You can only purr in response, your addled brain unable to register anything else. He growls out loud, the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him along with the hot liquid of your squirt on his stomach too much to handle. With a final sloppy thrust, he chokes out a groan of your name, thick ropes of his cum spilling inside you. Completely spent, he falls over your body, your bodies a tangled mess of each other. 

Once you both have recovered and cleaned up the mess; Jungkook pulls you into his arms, sighing contentedly. You draw random patterns on his chest with your finger while he strokes your hair. The comfortable, domestic silence prolongs, until Jungkook speaks up again. 

“Was I too hard on you today?” He tilts your chin, his eyes gentle. For a moment you lose yourself in the warmth of his eyes.

“Not at all, I – I enjoyed it.” You smile softly, lowering your head shyly. He touches his forehead with yours, his lips just a breath away from you.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He squeezes you in his arms, kissing you gently on the lips. You hum appreciatively, sighing. 

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You two share an endearing, personal smile that’s reserved for each other. Burying your face in his chest, you listen to his steadying heartbeat and slowly drift off to a peaceful sleep. 

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thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed this filthy mess ;)

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i edited this a bit in some places and changed up some stuff from the original one! as i had mentioned previously, my writing matured up a lot since i wrote this things... so i’ll probably gonna end up editing and revamping the really old works before i repost them 😩!!

#🪄; things i’ve written #jungkook #bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #kpop smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #bts x reader #kpop #fic: ‘tis your throne 🔖 #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #oh this one is a personal fav of mine

[raplinesmoon]

a brief note:

i’m not usually very eloquent with my words, so if this is rough and i say something wrong or offensive, please forgive me, it’s been hard to piece together the right words. if there’s spelling errors, this is not proofread, and I’m sorry.

I’ve always maintained that writing and this blog is a safe space for me, a place to escape from the real world when I need it. but right now, what’s going on in the world isn’t something I can escape from. it’s robbed me of my sleep and my sanity. and honestly, writing and kpop just don’t even seem like valid enough escapes anymore, even though I feel immensely privileged to have these escapes in the first place. I feel numb. but it’s not even about me or this blog or any wips I have.

if you have five minutes to scroll through my blog, or any other kpop blog on Tumblr, I urge you to take another five minutes out of your day and learn about what’s going on in Gaza right now. do your own research, and uplift voices that aren’t being heard.

the beauty of being here is being able to connect with so many people far away, across the country or even across the world. if we can use our energy to celebrate our groups and our faves, we can also do the reverse.

life as we know it is being uprooted for so many people, the least we can do is be cognizant of that, to give some of our energy to mourn their losses and grieve alongside them. even better yet, we can hope alongside them that this reality doesn’t have to endure, that more innocent lives will not be lost.

if you get nothing else from this, I’ll leave you with this — if you’ve also been like me, feeling completely scared and horrified by what’s been unfolding, i see you. i feel your pain, and if you’re grieving, i feel your loss. i ask you to remember those on the other side of this who have a right to be even more scared and even more horrified, and who deserve your attention. the world is a complex and hard to understand place, but at the same time, it’s not. it’s brutal and violent. Please remember, that far beyond and political or religious debates, foreign economic and social policy, etc, when oppressors and bullies square off, and when people are power hungry, innocent lives are always in the middle of it. and that should be something that none of us are willing to be okay with.

if you want to stop reading here, that’s totally okay, otherwise check the tags to listen to me ramble on

#as a healthcare worker I can tell you the public health crisis that is unfolding right now as a result of greed and the desire for power #should be appalling to you #also this is not to meant to be a call out to anyone on my dash - just an explanation as to where my head is and why I can’t think straight #about writing or anything #the queue will continue to run #the fics will be written one day #but right now is not the moment for that #also like I said before I’m not engaging in any discourse on this blog - this isn’t something that benefits from people who are far removed #from the situation sitting thousands of miles away and debating about what ifs #when atrocities are unfolding in real time #like I said before it’s been hard for me and so many others to speak up or find the words to voice what’s been weighing so heavily on us #so in return all anyone asks if your kindness and ability to listen and to care #and it doesn’t even have to be on Tumblr - but I just hope that for energy anyone is giving bts/svt/atz/skz and others you’re also willing #to give that energy to humans irl #which shouldn’t even have to be said #but I said it anyway #personal #isi rambles #free Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

[channie-143]

I finally thought about how I want to continue my little Minho oneshot! I knew how I wanted to beginning and the ending to go but not the middle 😅 but I have an idea so hopefully I’ll actually be able to work on it soon

#I’m still like really new to writing actual fanfics and not just texts #like even before having this account I’ve had fic ideas but I’ve never actually written anything #I did run a bts fake text account before though #I’m still sad I accidentally deleted it and lost everything 😅 #anyways #annie thoughts (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[found--family]

😪

#ugh. just wasted my whole morning reading a fic that promised to be better than it was #if the tags and summary and hits and kudos were anything to go bt #plush I've read a couple things by thia authors before but this one was the longest #and while the plot set up to go one way it went multiple other ways which was annoying #but it also had the worst canon side characters I've read in a while - beloved characters but #they were shoehorned into the narrative in ways that didn't suit age or dynamics let alone characterisation (ooc reads are the worst imho) #there seems to be plenty of folks who like this fic and to each their own #i just wish i hadn't held out hope that it would get better not worse. #it felt like a caricature. and now I'm wondering if I liked their shorter fics years ago but my tastes have changed #but their style also doesn't suit these long narratives. #y'know that feeling you get after reading a really well written fic? i wanted that feeling. #instead i was left feeling out of sorts and disappointed and irritated. ugh. #it's literally the perfect day for reading: a rainy cool winter day! after 95% sunshine this winter I'd just like to enjoy #proper winter weather the way its meant to be enjoyed: curled up with a good fic. #😪 #thoughts

[raethye]

Mortal Appetites

Mortal Appetites by raethye

A Pride and Prejudice and Zombies AU

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 98.8K, complete

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Huening Kai, Huening Bahiyyih, Huening Lea, Lee Hoseok | Wonho, Im Changkyun | I.M, Original Characters, Alternate Universe, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Zombie Apocalypse, Regency, Adaptation, Minor Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Imprinting, Explicit Sexual Content, don't hate me purists, villain, no time like the apocalypse to fall in love, Family, Pack Dynamics, Pack Feels, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Feels, Smut, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a zombie—once having consumed brains—must be in want of more brains.”

Full work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41430663

Chapter 01: A Truth Universally Acknowledged

Chapter 02: The Tragedy of Netherfield Park

Chapter 03: If You See a Zombie, Slay a Zombie

Chapter 04: Rumors of a Most Peculiar Sort

Chapter 05: Netherfield Park Is Let Again

Chapter 06: Struck Dumb By an Angel

Chapter 07: It Happens Just Like That

Chapter 08: The Perfectly Tolerable Mr. Kim

Chapter 09: Of Fate and Featherstones

Chapter 10: A Figure Both Light and Pleasing

Chapter 11: An Invitation to Dine

Chapter 12: A Storm Without and Within

Chapter 13: The Art of Accomplishment

Chapter 14: The Heat of the Moment

Chapter 15: Laying the Undead to Rest

Chapter 16: The Massacre of Mrs. Beecham’s Home

Chapter 17: A Point of No Return

Chapter 18: In a Time of Need

Chapter 19: The Arrival of Parson Kim

Chapter 20: A Visit to Meryton

Chapter 21: A Penny for Your Thoughts

Chapter 22: Refuting an Old Acquaintance

Chapter 23: Haunted by the Past

Chapter 24: The Netherfield Ball

Chapter 25: Dancing Around the Issues

Chapter 26: The Complicated Steps of Love

Chapter 27: Shattering the Façade of Peace

Chapter 28: Friends With Zombies

Chapter 29: Caught In a Rut

Chapter 30: A Letter From the Crown

Chapter 31: Following One's Heart

Chapter 32: An Unseasonable Ball

Chapter 33: A Very Special Place

Chapter 34: After All This Time

Chapter 35: Welcome to Rosings Park

Chapter 36: Only Fools Dare to Hope

Chapter 37: Nothing is Fair in Love or War

Chapter 38: Time and Timing Are Not the Same Thing

Chapter 39: Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Chapter 40: The Siege of London

Chapter 41: No Welcome at Home

Chapter 42: Every Minute Counts

Chapter 43: The Devil Revealed

Chapter 44: In Between Life and Death

Chapter 45: Racing the Sun

Chapter 46: Coming Into the Light

Chapter 47: Hope for the Future

Chapter 48: Alpha and Omega

Chapter 49: Incandescently Happy

#my writing #bts #ao3 #romance #bts fanfic #fanfiction #taejin #seokjin #taehyung #Historical Fantasy #regency #film au #zombie au #pride and prejudice and zombies #pride and prejudice #bts smut #bts fic #written for a prompt #bts film out fest #ao3_raethye #taejinbingo

[borahaerhy]

Hey so can you do like a wip list so ppl know which requests you have accepted and which ones you haven’t? I actually send requests to a bunch of ppl, sometimes it’s hard to keep track

yes ofc! I'm sorry, I know this ask is from a while ago, but here is a complete list of all requests currently in my inbox. If you've sent in a request that you don't see here, resubmit it! I may have deleted it by mistake, some I know I deleted because I was uncomfortable writing them, but if you resubmit it I'll lyk if I've accepted it or not, or If I'm not comfortable writing something like that.

Sorry that's a lot^^

Requests I'm currently working on under the cut

One: So I would like to request a threesome imagine with taehyung x yoongi x reader plz. Tae and yoongi are both vampires and y/n is their human girlfriend that lives with them in a super cool mansion in a forest. But she gets her period. Rather than torture her loves, Y/N decides to travel on her own to a hotel while the two are asleep, despite it being close to sundown. She does leave a note to explain, but neither of them pay it any attention because they wake up to the sound of Y/N screaming. She’s been captured by a rival vampire gang. The story ends with smut to thank her hero’s for saving her

Two: Hi, love your writing! Could I make a request where Jimin is your long lost brother and you come to live with him. Over time you grow to really love and appreciate each other (platonically lol) and he becomes very protective of you as his little sister. Maybe a situation happens where he saves you or sm and ends up comforting you? Sorry if this request is bland and not about romantic love. I just find sibling scenarios really comforting.

Three: So Y/N wakes up Taehyung with her muffled screams from a wet dream of him eating her out (she fell asleep in the crook of his neck), but once he finally manages to wake her out of concern, she cannot for the life of her remember the dream. But then she remembers while Taehyung is at an interview with the others, so she decides to text him to tell him when he’s on his way back and it turns into this whole conversation about fantasies that they act out. I’ll let you pick Taehyung’s fantasy for Y/N.Love your work by the way.

Four: One shot where yn and jungkook are talking, and he's teasing her but instead of the usual bickering her response is to just smile and kiss him suddenly. And he's kinda surprised. Idk idk

Five: Can you do a fic or even something small of a bodyguard/secret agent y/n with probably a president's son taehyung? It's a far reach but I trust you since you're fics are so good. Have a damn good day. (I sound old in the last part)

(also lmk if anyone wants added to a taglist for any of them)

#bts fics #bts #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #yoongi #oneshot requests #ALSO FOR NUMBER 5 #I ALREADY STARTED IS RIGHT #HAD THE WHOLE OUTLINE DONE AND EVERYTHING #AND ITS GONE #I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO IT #LIKE I HAD HALF OF IT WRITTEN #THERE WHERE CHARACTER PROFILES AND EVERYTHING #v upset abt that but dw I'm still gonna write it

[jinhyun]

would anyone be interested in a q&a with the watercolor characters dynamic 🤔

#has anyone even done that in stayblr fanfics like do you guys know how it works JDÑSJDÑS #i used to see it a lot for bts fics and i even did it at least once in my smaus #idk i'm just taking a lot with the written part (it's gonna be long heh) and seems like a good time for a q&a plus it'd give me some inspo #anyway back to writing for now i'll leave this idea over here for you guys to leave it or take it 🙇🏻‍♀️

[sashannarcy]

hi

#I gots surgery sorry for being absent #this is so funny. do you guys realize the tribulations I go through for e!amph #I wrote chapter 7 while being in the middle of the caribbean #chapter 8 was written while I was taking a public speaking class over winter break #and chapter 9 was written largely bt frantically studying for two midterm exams and prepping for this surgery #anything for the fic.

[kaesficrecarchive]

[jimin x yoongi]

The Songbird and the Sea by maia_archives (34/34 | 255,878 | M)

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

#i think this is the 2nd most popular yoonmin fic on ao3 after ukiyo #and ukiyo is much more my style like i like ukiyo a lot better #but if you're not into mafia stuff i'd rec this one #it's very well written i think it even came out as an official book #yoonmin fic rec #yoonmin #yoongi x jimin #bts #multi chap #completed #c: kpop #t: pirate au