#rosé drabble

[itzyjinnie]

Kinktober Day 13 (🔞🍆💞)

G!P Ryujin × Rosé × AFAB!Reader - We've Missed You

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When you moved in with your best friend Ryujin you never expected to end up with a girlfriend, let alone 2 of them and they never failed to amaze you, as you walked up the stairs to bed you could hear Ryujin and Rosé whispering to eachother and giggling which could only mean one thing, they were up to something, your thoughts being confirmed the second you opened the door seeing them both lying on your bed smiling up at you with mischief in their eyes

"Come Here Baby, we've missed you" Rosé said butter dripping from her voice as Ryujin got up and pulled you into the room shutting the door behind you then turning to face you, smirking as she leant in for a kiss that quickly got heated, she blindly walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed making you fall backwards and your head fell perfectly into Rosé's lap as Ryujin climbed on top of you straddling your stomach watching as Rosé finally got her chance to kiss you as the cascade of blonde hair covered your face you could feel Ryujin fiddle with the buttons on your shirt that she quickly took off leaving you in nothing but your underwear but even that didn't last long

Rosé got up from her spot, helping Ryujin rid you of the last of your clothes then going back to you on the bed but not before taking off her own clothes and getting in position that just so happened to be her straddling your face hovering her pussy just centimetres away from your lips and it didn't take a genius to figure out what the older blonde wanted you to do so you took grasp around her thighs pulling her closer to you wasting no time licking a swipe through her glistening folds

While you were doing that Ryujin got busy herself, positioning herself between your legs getting ready to worship your body, starting with her tongue circling your clit making you release a moan, the vibration causing a chain reaction as you heard Rosé let out a whine of your name as she bucked her hips faster on your tongue

Ryujin took her time making out with your increasingly sensitive bud as you did the same to Rosé's, the Younger blonde then thrust her fingers inside you, knuckle neep, spreading you open before positioning her hard member at your soaked entrance and pushing in, her dick feeling way better than her hands did and she pumped in and out of you at varying speeds while also leaning over you to meet Rosé's lips in a match of tongue tennis fighting for dominance which Ryujin won

The room was filled with so many lewd noises as Ryujin fucked you to orgasm, Rosé also getting closer as you continued painting on her clit with your tongue and Ryujin that took Rosé's small hard nipples between her finger tips knowing just how to make to older girl reach her high before reaching her own as she pulled out of you shooting her load onto your stomach

The 3 of you collapsing next to eachother in an exhausted snuggle pile not ever bothering to clean yourselves up as sleep took over you like a tonne of bricks, with you in the middle, arm slung protectively across Rosé's waist as Ryujin mirrored your position, kissing you both on the cheek before succumbing to her own tiredness

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ROSÉ | jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x wine!oc

genre: smut

word count: 5.7k

summary: on your first dinner date, your boyfriend brings you a small gift—too bad you're too horny to appreciate it.

pinterest board: wine

warnings: a bit of drunkenness, a mention of inner child healing, oc teases jungkook and oc is horny as fuck, dom/sub dynamics, wine!jk, provider jk..., daddy issues, punishment, spanking, food used during intercourse, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, a mention of a sex toy & a mention of a plushie in a sexual context, raw sex, brattiness, jk and oc smoke together

note: OH GOD—IT'S FINALLY HERE. SLFJSLDFJS. A REQUESTED DRABBLE about wine!oc and jungkook. this was so fucking fun to write and i was so hot and bothered from this that i had to take a break............ yeah uhm anyways, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. ENJOY READING AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ANONYMOUSLY IN MY INBOX. I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS. PLS AND THANK YOU. ₊˚⊹♡

side note: jk in the first pic made me fucking die. and other things....

The rosy pink nectar has, undeniably, gone to your head. 

Your empty wine glass is illuminated by the setting sunlight spilling past your shoulder, reaching its yellow, warm fingers to the tips of your boyfriend’s that rest lazily on the white cloth of the table. You’re woozy, in a lighthearted mood—so much that even the world has lost its heft and all you can sense is the sluggish process of your absorption. You’re engrossed in the way the spring coalesces with the beginning of summer—in the warm evening wind ruffling your curls, tickling your bare shoulders, in the darkening hues of the sky, pinks and violets, in the gray smoke of Jungkook’s cigarette interlacing with the slightly sultry air. You can see it in his eyes, the unfolding of it all. And perhaps you’re tipsy or perhaps you’re just brazenly and foolishly falling in love, because you’re aware that if the man weren’t sitting in front of you, none of these things wouldn’t have caught your attention in such a devastatingly profound way. 

He has made you feel so safe. By simply and beautifully laying his feelings bare. To you and for you. Created a haven for you to dwell in, for you to grow in and explore all the dark and light corners of you that have merely seldom seen the face of the sun. How could you not indulge in a little bit of alcohol, when you’re protected in that place of security? Let your girlishness swim a little, refresh herself, enjoy herself?

You’re glowing. You always had been, but your shimmers have gained a new intensity to their twinkles, keeping Jungkook’s liquid stars warm and taken care of inside of you. Their blunt points have carved you into someone else entirely, too. Joyous, cool-headed and absolutely and irrevocably self-assured. Fearless. And his hands have reached deep within and caressed the head of your inner child, healing her and washing her clean, giving her everything she ever lacked. Love, attention, care and validation. Whenever you remember that you never wanted him to get a glimpse of your soul, bile rises in your throat and your stomach hurts.

He saved you. Healed you. Through and through. Gave you his control.

It stirs your never-ending awe that he has managed to do this in a month, and you want to celebrate it. You think now is quite the perfect occasion for it as it’s your first dinner date since you’ve become exclusive. Having spent most of your time at each other’s places fucking, partying and fucking some more, it’s nice to be out, alone with him, that is—and it’s nice as fuck to be out with your boyfriend. The sex has become so different with the label and the rawness of his feelings. And the thing about Jungkook that gets you the most, that strengthens the realm he invented for you, is that once his emotions overflow, the stream of its wine doesn’t stop pouring. The moment he confessed his love for you, ever since then you sense it expressed in everything he does—in the way he greets you in the day, in his tight, burning embrace, in the tenderness with which he holds your hand or kisses it, the relentless, great thought and consideration he puts in the choices he makes for you on the daily. Whether it’s the fatuous things he buys you that mean the world to you, the way he never neglects bunny and incorporates her in everything you do together or… the sex. 

Fuck, the sex alone has taken over your life so vividly and drastically that it consumes your brain. There, in that environment, is where the wine of his emotions is the raciest. He’s not ashamed to cry, letting those liquid pearls trickle down your collarbones, quenching the thirst of his liquid stars as he fucks you dumb and enjoys every second of it. He’s not afraid to be loud either. To talk you through your orgasm with even more care and detail than you were accustomed to in the past. 

He’s become boundless. And it’s the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen in your life. 

God, you’d be crazy not to let yourself fall for him—

“I got you dessert,” Jungkook husks, digging his fingers into the pocket of his pants while his other digits draw close to his mouth. He takes a drag of his cigarette, crinkling his eyes so the smoke wouldn’t get into them and you beam at him with a fire that’s more scorching than the sun’s ever been in centuries, heart doing somersaults at the thought of him thinking of you and spending money on you again. And, also, at how hot he looks while he smokes.

Your love language must be gift-giving. You don’t know what else to connect it to, the joy that envelops your entire being whenever he gives you something. It doesn’t even have to be expensive, nor does he have to pay for it at all. Drawings have become your favorite keepsakes—drawings of his Miffy bunny, drawings of flowers, of you. You’ve hidden them away in a box along with everything he’s ever brought you, except the white bunny ring because you wear it daily and one small, particular drawing that you’ve put inside your glittery phone case. 

A cutesy marker sketch of him and you. His arm around your shoulders. Bunny sitting on your laps in the middle, as if she were your own child. Cheeks big and bubbly, pink and twinkling. Your curls the way you wear them; his mullet. A perfect depiction of the pair of you. You gaze at it every single day—prefer to now put your phone face down because of it. 

You’re tracing it now with the pad of your finger as you wait for him to reveal your mystery gift to you. The bulby heads, the cheeks, Miffy’s ears. Jungkook puts out his cigarette, puffing out the smoke, away from you, and once he’s done, he taps the back of your hand. Turns it over and spreads out your fingers, inserting, at a snail's pace, something round but slender at the same time, smiling adoringly at you. 

What a sight to behold. It steals, fleetingly, your attention away from his hand. 

Slicked back mullet, twinkles taking laps in his soft eyes, blushed cheekbones and stretched, pouty mouth, shiny with his liquid love. Long neck that you’d like to devour now, the broadness of his shoulders and chest that could come second as a plain, dark beige shirt accentuates his hard work at the gym. 

Oh, fuck. Your nipples pebble against your carmine tube top. 

Jungkook withdraws his hand and with blurry eyes, you look at the thing he placed in your palm. 

Chupa Chups. Strawberry and cream. 

Your mouth parts and it’s a concoction of a gasp and a sound of endearment when the realization that he got you a lollipop sinks in. Your heart flips and does a head stand. Lips round into a pout, drunk eyes softening, its twinkles growing in size and light. It’s like he gave you something golden, when in fact it costs a few wons, but to you it’s exactly that. Something so precious. 

You give him an air kiss, bouncing in your seat in joy, fingers already destroying the wrapper. “Thank you so…”

Your brows furrow as the wrapper remains intact. You do a bad, bad job of picking at the tape around the slender stick, your long manicured hands absolutely useless—and the cause of your frustration. You puff out an angry gust of breath, trying harder to get to the sweet delight and it’s at that moment that your boyfriend takes it from your hands with a deep chuckle. 

“You silly boo, this is how you do it.” Jungkook pinches the wrapper around the stick and he merely, in a few swift motions, twists the ball until it lets go. He scrunches it in his fists and throws it away in the ashtray. Smirks smugly, leans his elbows on the table, draws close to you. You mirror his position, get to him almost nose to nose, and his smirk deepens, tongue darting out to lick across his lips. You do the same, eyeing the round pinkness in his hand, the sexual attraction and its tension soaring high between you.

Without your hands, you could put it in your mouth, mimic the way you do it on his own tip and make him lose his mind a little bit. It’s right here, an inch away and you dip your head towards it, a magnetic pulling drawing you naturally to it. Sense his gaze on you, sense his delight, sense the flashback glimmering across the wholeness of him. But before you could wrap your lips around it, he moves it out of your reach. 

“No,” Jungkook murmurs, breath slightly ragged, holds it up in front of your face, watches as you go cross-eyed a little bit. Hums at the sight, quietly enough for only you to hear. “If you want it, ask for it nicely.” 

His puffy lips being so close to you, you desire to kiss him—cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, his oh-so-loved dominance fucking with your drunkenness and your brain, body altogether. You tip your head to the side, flutter your lashes, make your eyes big and smile at him as sweetly as you can. 

He coos, validating you, and it is a force that makes you feel safe enough to submit to him like a small animal to its father. Safe enough to want to get under the table and make him feel really, really good, too. 

“Can I have the lollipop, please?” 

He groans, still quietly, and your panties drench immediately. You widen your eyes at him, feeling your slick, pursing your lips to scold him silently. He just laughs, amused by it all, and the sound of his joy fills you with elation.

One that darkens, when he asks, “Where?” 

You lick your lips, taking in the question, struck by it. Letting your mind wander, the places where you want it, except your mouth, is on your nipples and your clit. Nicely sweet and sticky—for him to clean up, for him to enjoy. Your dewiness soaks the material of your panties and your body begins to yearn for any kind of friction. You’re not sure whether you’re able to stick around in your chair, acting as if nothing’s wrong—acting as if you’re not stupendously horny. 

“In my mouth.” 

Jungkook makes a noise of appreciation and you’re so frustrated by all those sounds he makes that you want to dig your nails in his arms and make him pay for it. Even more so, when he plunges the lollipop into his mouth and his lips pucker around it, inciting the butterflies in your tummy to go absolutely fucking berserk. You place your hand on his bicep, nails ready to attack, but then he pulls out the treat with a pop, angling it at your mouth. 

“Open.” 

You thought he stole it from you, but he did no such thing. He wetted it for you, like a father for its child. You’re stupefied to the point that you don't even realize that you’re leaving a mark on the linen material of your seat. 

You do open your mouth for him, however. 

He twists the ball on your tongue, expecting you to close your mouth around the stick, but you don’t. No, you swirl that muscle around the candy, deepening your gaze, smirking. Jungkook stills, clenches his strong jaw. Darkness flicks across his eyes and he narrows them. First warning. 

You pretend you don’t see it. 

Closing your mouth and encasing your hand around his, you move the lollipop to the side of your cheek, acting as if it were his dick. And when you bob your head once, Jungkook tugs on the stick, wanting to pull it out, but you don’t let him, keeping it caged between your teeth. It only drives you to bob your head again.  

“Stop,” he says, voice calm, deep and serious—terribly deadly. Withdraws his hand and leans back, watching you with a predatory gaze, one that makes you even wetter. “Or we’re going home.” 

That’s exactly what you want. Instructions clear. 

You open your mouth and do a show of swirling your tongue around the ball, only this time you flick the muscle against it. Jungkook grips the table, knuckles white, and you laugh, which you soon realize was a grave mistake. 

“You think it’s funny?” he questions you, staring you down with a look that should frighten you, but it merely turns you on. You suck on the lollipop, the dulciness of strawberries suffusing your senses. “I’ll bend you over this fucking table, lift up that slutty little skirt and spank you in front of everyone.” 

You pull out the candy with an exaggerated pop. Scowl at him. As though his words didn’t affect you the way that they did—as though you’re not squeezing your thighs together, trying to gain that friction you so desperately need. “Why are you so angry?” 

He looks away for a moment, laughing silently. Nods his head at your wine glass. “You finished with your wine, baby?” 

It’s this pleasantness that you hear in this voice that spreads goosebumps across your skin. Feigned sugariness—the sunlight right before the clouds come in and thunder strikes; the calm before the storm. 

Good thing you’re dressed for the rain and ready to sing in it. 

You nod your head and Jungkook clicks his tongue, grabs you by your hand whilst he pulls out his wallet. You accompany him as he walks over to the bar, black card ready between his fingers. Waits to be noticed. Gives you a look over and fixes your skirt, pulling the hem down. 

Pays for you. Smiles down at you as he pockets his wallet. 

And then, he drags you to his car. 

Perhaps it’s the fresh air, perhaps it’s the briskness in his walk and the tight hold around your hand, but all intoxication evaporates from your body, leaving only your stained elation and neediness. You can’t help your smile. Think it must be sewn in at this point. By his own diligent fingers. 

A wind blows in, pulling your hair to your front and Jungkook pins you against his car. Tits squished against the passenger side, elbows pressed together. Eyes wide, you check your surroundings and find no one in sight. Only swaying trees, buildings of apartments, lamps illuminating the dark street. You relax right away, trusting Jungkook that he’s on the lookout and knows what he’s doing. 

He grinds his hips against your backside and you moan at the feeling of his hard length. With his free hand, he brushes your hair to one side and begins to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck, nuzzling his face in. Hovers his lips above your ear when he says, “You feel how hard you made me with your little show?” You nod, quickly, wanting more of him, wanting him inside of you. Push your hips back; twirl them in slow circles. Jungkook hisses. “I guess you really do want that spanking. Where’s your lollipop?” You show him your hand, where your treat remains uneaten and dry. He takes it from you and you turn your head in time to see him sink it into his mouth, placing it on the side of his mouth like you did. “Get inside the car.” 

Jungkook opens the door for you and forces you in, closing it with a harsh thud. As he rounds the vehicle, he makes eye contact with you and your tummy flips in response. 

Fuck. 

Nothing happens in a millisecond once he’s seated, but then he grabs your cheeks, squishing them in the way he likes, and kisses you hard, lollipop in hand. Moving his mouth against yours, his tongue only briefly greets you before he pulls away. “Naughty fucking girl. You’re lucky that I love you because otherwise…” He doesn’t finish his sentence with words, but with another kiss, breathing against you, grunting when it’s you this time that slips the tongue inside, playing with him the same way you played with the dessert he got you. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me. I’m gonna put you in your fucking place, make you remember how to behave in public. You’ve forgotten, haven't you?” 

You don’t have time to react, you merely bite your lip so hard that it aches. Jungkook pushes you back and yanks your leg between his, lifting your skirt. Then, he hovers his palm above your ass, the other forearm resting on the top of the seat, lollipop dangling near your head. He hides his smirk behind his effort to flatten his lips. 

And when he spanks you, you don’t roll your eyes back and rasp like your body naturally wants you to. No, you hold the eye contact and you take the pain, letting it course through your body, reveling in it. He doesn’t say anything as he keeps going, alternating between slapping your now reddened cheeks and the back of your thigh. Doesn’t even stroke the skin to alleviate the burn. He solely bores his gaze into yours, his cock rock hard against your leg. Another set of words are exchanged, silently, deeply, teaching you your lesson in tandem with the hits, burying it to a great depth inside you. 

And then he finishes with a nasty kiss, but his hand resumes causing you pain. You’ve lost count of how many spanks you’ve taken. 

It’s like you’ve woken up from a trance. It reverberates throughout your entire body and it’s now that you allow your body to vocally react. You whine, rounding your mouth in a pout, so different from the one on the dinner date. And you remember your manners—perceive how wrong it was to tease him, even though a good half of you still takes delight in it. 

“It hurts,” you whisper, nudging your lips against him and he gives you your last spank—the hardest of them all. The infliction makes you flutter your eyes shut and Jungkook brings them back to him by caressing his knuckles down your flushed cheek. 

“Good, you remember how to behave now?” he asks, halting his movement, such piercing intensity in his irises that drive you to nod your head. “That’s my good little girl.” Taps the side of your thigh. “Let Daddy make it better now.” 

You open your legs for him and Jungkook pushes your soaked panties to the side, revealing your little bedewed seashell. He hums at the sight of her, pops the lollipop back inside his mouth. Collects your arousal by swirling the pads of his middle and ring finger around your hole, eyes flicking from your pussy to your own, groaning when he comes into contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles. You whimper, bucking your hips, needing him to go faster, needing to come. 

Jungkook shakes his head, disapproving. “You take what I give you or I’ll stop.” Lifts his hand to express the gravity of his threat and you help, wrapping both hands around his and putting it back on your bundle of nerves. He chuckles at your desperation, giving you the same circles, though now firmer. 

Waves the lollipop near your lips. You open your mouth, instinctively, and he plunges it into your mouth for a mere second before he pulls away, growling at the sound that comes out. He does it again, fucking you with it in a way, just to hear that pop and he’s so pleased with it that he sinks those two fingers inside your heat, fully, in one ego. Keeps them there. Teases you. Hovers the lollipop out of your reach and you decide to fuck with him back. Darting out your tongue, you whirl it around the flat side and he swears, moaning, giving to you at last. 

He latches his mouth onto your neck, starting the drill of his fingers. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” 

He picks up the speed so rapidly that you scream, squeezing your eyes shut, the pleasure permeating your body so vastly that you quiver all over. Grab a hold of his hair, pulling on it and then—

Then, he withdraws his fingers. Ruins your orgasm. 

You pant, trying to catch your breath. “Please, Jungkook, please—”

He nudges his nose against yours. “What, baby?” 

“I need to come, please.” 

Jungkook tuts, kissing you once. “I thought we could play.” Plunges the lollipop into your mouth to wet it. Shows it to you, just to see you go cross-eyed again. Moans. “Where do you want it, hm?” 

Ever the angel that makes your fantasies come to life. You wrap your fingers around his hand, butterflies swarming in your tummy. Lead him towards your still clothed breasts. “Here.” Take him to your drooling pussy. “And here.” 

Jungkook makes a sound of approval. Descends his fingers a little lower, to your other hole, circles it. “What about here?” 

You giggle, but you shake your head. The idea may be intoxicating, however reality is much different. There’s a risk to putting any sweetened food inside, one you don’t want to deal with. 

Jungkook smiles at you, pushes your seat back and slides it in the same direction. Crawls over you and you feel so feminine, so sexy underneath him. Nipples perked under your top, breasts full and spilling. You arch your back towards him and Jungkook drags his thumb from your bottom lip, to your chin, neck, the dip of your collarbones until he reaches the hem of your Tom and he tugs it down so harshly that you can’t contain your very own concoction of a gasp and moan. 

Lollipop in mouth, one hand propped by your head, the other squeezes your breast hard, nearing it, fingers pinching your nipple. Makes the flesh as red as your ass. You can tell he likes the view by the way he coos, but then he wipes all your thoughts away, when he sucks hard on the candy and swirls it around your stiffened nub, gaze flicked to yours to watch your reaction. 

The pleasure is so vivid, so dizzying—and for him, you let it paint your face in all its colors. Brows scrunched, bedroom eyes, mouth parted, puffing out desperate breaths. Jungkook sucks it again and smears his saliva around your other nipple, taking his time, slapping the ball once against it, making you hiss. 

“It feels so good,” you murmur, sinking your fingers into the longer length on the back of his hair, bringing his mouth to yours. You kiss him with a verve that causes him to groan. You swallow that sound, satisfied. 

He grins at you. “I bet.” 

Dips his head and envelops that sugar-coated nub with his warm lips, sucking it hard. His groan spreads there, deepens there and you arch your back even more, pulling his head to your other nipple so he can do the same thing. Join your other hand to his hair and do whatever you please—turn his head side to side, from one nub to the other—and he lets you, giving you, momentarily, his control. You feel your essence soaking the seat beneath you and you thank the heavens that the fabric is one of leather. You lift his head and try to push it down, but he won’t budge. Stares you down instead, lustfully. 

“Where do you want me?” he asks, a wrinkle between brows. “Be a good girl and tell me.” Pops the lollipop back in his mouth.

You sigh, kissing him once on the side of his neck, using your tongue. Make sure you’re looking at him as you reply, “On my clit.” 

He moans, eyes woozy, finger on the stick as he sucks the candy, clefts of dimples on either side of his cheeks. You palm his length, your own digits rounding across his tight balls and he whisks his irises back, grinding into your hand. “You want a lickie?” 

“Yes, so bad, please.” 

He hums and kneels before you, kissing your clit once in greeting. Then, he flattens his tongue and licks a fat stripe across your whole femininity—from your slit, to your swollenness. Hands on your hips, index curled around the lollipop, he holds you steady, prevents you from meeting him, as he stimulates you like this. Up and down, tongue rolling, eyes fixed on you, devouring you. And when he stops to suck your clit, he taps your mouth once with the ball of the lollipop. The act of sucking on something while you’re getting pleasured like this almost throws you over the edge, your body coated in a layer of sweat, but Jungkook withdraws in time. Presses the delight in the middle and rubs small circles, just to prepare you for the big thing. You become so whiny, so loud that his eyes grow in size, watching you in awe. 

To reward you for such beauty, he rapidly strums it from side to side, causing you to nearly levitate, but he pins you down. Wetting it and placing it back down, grunting at the aftertaste of you mixed with the sweetness. 

And he can’t resist. Can’t hold back. The wrinkle between his brows deepens when he tastes you, licking you all over, tongue stopping occasionally its feast to flick at your clit before he swallows you whole. Grunts, sucks, licks. Eyes closed to savor the taste. The pressure in your core heightens, even more so when he lifts your legs, greedy for the side dish in the form of your other hole. You’re so close that you might burst. 

“You taste so fucking good, baby. So sweet. Come on my tongue, please, I want more of you.” 

He wants more of your taste. 

You come so hard that your orgasm takes you to an open sea, your body floating on calm waves, to and fro, eyes rolled to the sky—to the sunroof—seeing nothing but the elegance of the twinkling stars and deep purple clouds. 

“That’s it, baby, so good. That’s my little girl.” He slaps the side of your thigh, bringing you back to him. “Listening so well, learning her lesson, coming so hard. I’m proud.” 

His words alone could make you come again, but you’re distracted.

Jungkook unbuttons his pants and pulls out his manhood. Stroking himself, he lines his tip at your mouth. He doesn’t even have to tell you to open up—you do it yourself. Holding it at the base, he stuffs your throat right away, a guttural chuckle emitting out of his mouth when you gag. He pulls out to where you’re comfortable having him and you begin to bob your head, like you did with the lollipop. 

“Yes, suck it like that, my love. Daddy loves it when you do that.” 

His precum on your tongue, the way he’s holding himself, the position and his words—you moan around him, so out of your mind, so fucked out. And when he fucks your mouth, it turns you on so much that you go cross-eyed. 

Jungkook pulls out quickly, as if the sight of it alone was about to make him come. A string of your saliva from his tip drips onto your chest and he slides into your mouth again just to poke your cheek, just to mimic what you did with the lollipop. You whine, liking it so much, to the point that he drills this tender place of yours until he can’t take it enough. 

“Turn around.” You try to, but your legs are jelly. He manhandles you to the position he wants—on your knees, tits against the leather, arms around the headrest, the formerly abused cheek against it. “Hold onto it. Too bad we left bunny at home, huh?” 

Jungkook runs his cock across your pussy and you grind against it, needing the friction after the way he used you. You whimper for him. “She’s probably wondering where we are right now and why we’re taking so long.” 

“I’ll make it up to her.” He presses his length against your clit, encouraging you to use him back. “Rub your pussy like that on me, fuck.” He moves so it’s his tip that stimulates you. You ride him harder, moaning loudly against the leather. “You can make it up to her, too. Can ride her like I know you can. With a vibrator between your legs and hers, hm? How you like the sound of that?” 

You’re so close you could come in a second, but you don’t want it like this. You need him inside of you. “Shut up, I’m literally gonna come like this. Fuck me.” 

He fists your hair. Pain shoots up your scalp and he ruts into your heat. Fully. Until his pelvis collides with your ass. You scream. 

Lips by your ear. “Is this how you talk to your Daddy?” He begins to pump into your little tight hole. Mercilessly. The leather squeaks, a horrible, rapid sound that you can only faintly hear because all that your senses can focus on is his cock. “Your Daddy that loves you so much?” 

You come, pathetically. Sea and waves, palm trees that sway. Your legs tremble, but he keeps going, mouthing the shape of your ear. 

He tsks. “I’m gonna tell bunny on you. Maybe I’ll be the one who gets to fuck her while you watch.” He gives you a hard stroke, one that is followed by rapid thrusts that scramble your brain. “She’ll be so disappointed to hear how bad you’ve been, but I’ll make sure to tell her how hard I fucked it out of you.” 

Lifting you from the leather, he kneads your breasts, placing the lollipop in between and holding it up by squishing them. 

“Come on, get your lollipop.” He bounces your tits in his hands, signalizing you that he wants you to do it with your mouth. 

But you can’t do it. You come, majestically, your senses leaving you and wafting in the stuffed air of the car. Boneless, you sag in his arms. 

Jungkook coos. “You come so well around me that I’ll be good to you. You’re just a cockslut, aren’t you, baby? You just can’t help it, hm?” He puts the lollipop inside your mouth, chasing his so-needed release. 

It doesn’t take long for him to find the footsteps into that bliss that you left in your wake. He holds you like this, against him, tits spilling over his forearms as he jackhammers into you so hard that your whole body bounces, shakes and reacts to each grunt, to each whimper, to each kiss he presses onto your skin. 

With the little of the brain you have left, you decide to talk him through it—because he fucks you so good. 

“Come for me, Daddy, yes, please, fuck. Fill me up with your cum. I want it so bad, I want to feel you—” His cock twitches in you, but he continues, sloppily. “Yes, so good. That’s it. Come for your little girl, Jungkook.” A loud groan. A tight hold. A spurt of his cum inside your walls. You whimper and he fucks it deeper into you, giving you more of his liquid stars. “Jungkook, oh fuck, Jungkook, oh yes.” 

And it’s that never-ending litany of his name that helps him chase his high to the fullest. He kisses your neck hard in gratitude for helping him come, marking you, marking this memory. 

You stay like this for a little while. Sweaty, sticky, spent, breathing hard—lungs synced. 

A warm announcement sneaks to your heart, one that screams it into the drowsy skies once Jungkook pulls out of you, turns you around and, stealing your candy, kisses you. 

An announcement that you’re deeply and irrevocably in love with him. 

“You sounded just like me.” He finishes your lollipop for you, chewing the small bulby head as he dresses you and his cum spills onto your panties. 

Your smile is dopey, satisfied and you’re ready for sleep to take you, but Jungkook gets out of the car for a smoke. You think you need one, too, after what you’ve experienced together, and so you follow him out into the night on wobbly legs. 

He leans against his car, a cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupping the fire as he flicks his lighter to life. You wait until he puffs out the smoke into the air before you fold into the side of his body, stealing his cigarette and inhaling it, giving it back to him. 

Jungkook pats your head, rubbing your scalp, chin propped on it. “I didn’t mean what I said. You were perfect. I’m not telling shit to bunny, I promise.” 

You smile, fondly. Didn’t take his words seriously, not at all, but you’re grateful for the reassurement regardless. It’s just role-play, nothing else. 

“I know, baby,” you say, softly, massaging his stomach, going as far as under his shirt to feel his bare skin—ever so innocently. 

“I wanted to fuck you the moment you sat down. You’re just my little helper and because of that I’m glad we’re going home with my cum in your panties,” he whispers, placing the cigarette on your lips, so you can take a drag. “You deserve every drop.” 

You feel that familiar ache rooting in your core again, but you don’t think you can take another round. Jungkook lifts your chin, making you look at him. Twinkles, bigger than the ones of the stars up above, living in his soft eyes. That cute nose. Those pouty lips. His silky, dreamy heart that looks out for you and puts you first. 

The three words that you’ve never told him before rise up your body and you think now is the perfect occasion to say them. 

“I love you.” 

Wetness coats his eyes and the twinkles broaden, saturating them with an unfathomable, fulging light. He flicks his cigarette away, presses you closer to him and with his now free hand, he cups your face. Kisses you. For a long, long time. 

“I love you.” 

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Hello, I am Akbrain, or you can call me my real name, Alex! I am male and go by he/him! CookieRun: Kingdom, Dragon Ball Z Dokkan Battle & Dragon Ball Legends are my favorite games, and I LOVE Pudding á la Mode Cookie and the Three Sisters! I'm also the man behind Akbrain's Legendary Match & Akbrain X Nexus Mouse Walt Disney World Adventure on YouTube!

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Tipsy Spells

A/N: Drabbles based on drinking prompts for a warm up.  Yan! LaDs x Reader TW/CW: Implied confinement/captivity, obsessive behavior, drinking problems(so many drinking problems), unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional manipulation, dub//con, unhealthy relationships, co-dependent behavior, unbalanced power dynamics

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Xavier/Shen Xinghui

Xavier doesn’t have many rules in his apartment.

He lets you eat whatever. Books, TV, games, and even more are open for your entertainment. There’s no limit to what you do, so long as you’re not endangering yourself. It’s almost…normal. As normal as you can get when you’re under a sociopathic captor. 

So when you open up the shopping bags Xavier went out to get, you’re rather disappointed.

“Really? Beer?” Holding up the bottle from the bag, you glare at Xavier balefully. “When you said you were going to get something ‘special’, I hoped you would, you know, get something stronger?”

Xavier gives you his signature innocent look while putting away some ingredients from the other bag. “I thought you liked beer though.”

You did. But living with Xavier has been terribly dull and grating. If it meant some reprieve, you’d rather not be sober.

“Can’t you get some huangjiu at least?” you plead.

Xavier looks at the digital clock above the stove. Nearly one in the morning. “I think the supermarket nearby is closed now.”

You groan. Giving up, you open a drawer and retrieve a bottle opener and crack the beer open. At this point, you’ll take what you can. Anything to not feel like clawing your eyes out from hysteria or boredom, whichever the two strikes your mood first.

Xavier follows you out the kitchen into his living room as you slump into the cushions of the couch, chugging the bottle. You protest as he takes the bottle from your hands.

“Hey!!”

“Don’t drink too fast. You’ll end up feeling sick,” he softly says. You roll your eyes and huff. After a moment, he gives you back the bottle.

“It’s not like there’s much anyway,” you mutter reproachfully. 

And it’s true. The second time you lift the bottle up to your lips, there only remains several spoons of liquid that goes down your throat. By the time it trickles to several drops, you start to feel the whoozy effect of the alcohol in your system. Not strong enough to really do anything, but just enough to make your tight shoulders relax.

You barely register Xavier taking the bottle again and setting it on the coffee table. When he winds a warm arm around you, you don’t protest. You’re too tired to fight. And it would only result in being banned from going outside again.

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure.” 

Maybe you could get yourself to fall asleep midway.

Zayne/Li Shen

When he came home late that night, he expected you to be sleeping. This, however, was not entirely surprising. 

You’ve been behaving so well, he’s forgotten about how you were prone to being susceptible to easy and unhealthy escapes. 

You’re on the floor leaning against the slanting open doors, nursing a bottle of vintage port wine. Several other empty bottles litter the floor; sauvignon blancs, rosés, and various other kinds of wine he never bothered to open. He’s never been one to drink, but gifts were gifts, and it felt like a waste to throw them away.

He wants to scold you for breaking into the wine cabinet again, but he supposes it won’t register in your foggy mind right now.

“My love,” he says softly, kneeling down and wrapping a solid arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you some water.”

Your glazed eyes slide over and it takes a minute for them to process Zayne in his doctor’s coat. 

“Shaddup…” your face pinches into a sour expression, and his heart freezes at the sight. Your head lolls to the side unsteadily over his supporting arm and you click your tongue. 

“You–you’re sucha, ahh, ah party pooper, ya–y’know?” Your words slur together in a loopy insult. He hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while.

“Let’s get you some water,” Zayne repeats, more firmly this time. He works to release your death grip on the glass bottle, but you fight him every step of the way.

“S-stop, stop that, Li Shen,” you garble in distress. He pauses in surprise at the once affectionate name in your voice. “I don’t wanna feel…if I can’t drink, then I-I, it, ah, it starts to hurt so much...” you giggle, as your cloudy eyes look up at him brimming with wetness. “It hurts so much…I just, just–don’t wanna hurt anymore.”

He swipes a gentle finger under your eyes, catching the tears and flicking them away. Zayne knew everyone had their lapses, but this time in particular made his heart ache.

Of course, you didn’t take to being resigned from your job and brought under his care. Even if he devoted every bit of his body and love, it seemed it wouldn’t be enough to bring back the love you used to hold in your heart.

Zayne decides to leave the bottle and bring your slumped body up into a chair instead. By the time he brings you a glass of water, you’ve already finished the bottle and planted face down onto the kitchen table. 

Puffing out a worried sigh, Zayne rakes his fingers through the messy tangle of his dark hair before setting down the glass and reaching for some painkillers. 

Come tomorrow morning, you’ll awake with a pounding headache and queasy nausea, and he’ll be by your side, even if you’re reluctant to rely on him. But no matter how much you cry and struggle, Zayne couldn’t give you up anymore. Not when he couldn’t go on without you. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” as he presses a kiss to your limp hand. “I can’t let you go.”

Rafayel/Qi Yu

Rafayel is an interesting kind of drunk.

You suppose it’s a combination of the Lemurian blood and his passionate, artistic soul. For anyone else, it would either induce sleepiness or giddiness. For Rafayel? The end result is a highly unstable, ludicrously stupid merman who thinks that nothing else matters but you.

Granted, he already had this mentality while sober, but while imbibed with alcohol, the effect was more pronounced and obvious.

“I looove youuuu, like,” Rafayel hiccups, pausing his proclamation. “-like, thiiiiiiis much~” He opens his arms wide in a flourish as if he was in front of an applauding audience. 

You only hum in acknowledgement as you swipe his glass of baijiu out of his hand. Rafayel whines, but ultimately gives up retrieving his glass back when you finish the rest of the liquor inside. Setting down the crystal glass as gently as you can, you sway unsteadily as you land back on the couch cushions. 

“I love you when you’re drunk,” you admit shamelessly. “At least you’re less annoying that way.���

If Rafayel had been sober, that statement might have ended another few nights being forbidden from stepping outside the studio, more bite marks littering your skin, or forced to beg for your clothes back. But he isn’t sober. Instead, he giggles loudly, as if you just told him the funniest joke in the world.

“You’re sooooo mean,” he gasps. He giggles again. “But it’s okay! You’re still cute as ever~”

You briefly wonder if you could get away with strangling him to death. The thought is dismissed when he starts to cling to you. You forgot that unfortunately, while his senses may be clouded, his innate strength was most certainly not.

Despite your best(while drunk) efforts, Rafayel’s arms remain tight around your waist, his face buried into your stomach. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“Qi Yu.”

No response.

“Qi Yu, get off me.”

For a moment, it was quiet. Then a loud snore echoes and air is blown directly onto your stomach. 

Maybe you can try seeing if you could get him by suffocation.

Sylus/Qin Che

Formal dinners don’t make you nervous.

What did make you nervous is the very man who invited you to his grand dining room.

The head honcho of Onychinus. And N109’s ticking time bomb.

You don’t like the man. Call it paranoia, intimidation, or anxiety, you simply do not like him. He’s a towering sort of brute with appropriately broad shoulders and height that makes heads either turn or bow instinctively. His eyes, you shudder, makes you think of hellfire, brimstone, and all sorts of terrifying things. People have whispered of those who have been buried under his hand. 

You don’t want to be next.

But, business is business, and information is information.

“Does the bourbon suit your taste?” Sylus asks with an amused arch of his eyebrow.

You smile uneasily as you take a sip, bittersweet tones of chocolate burning your throat and all the way down to your stomach. “Surely you’re not bribing me with liquor to figure out what I know?” 

“I take offense at that, sweetie.” You stiffen at the affectionate pet name. The fondness dripping from his tone leaks disgustingly over your skin. “I’m sure you know I have my own ways of getting what I want.”

You hide an annoyed grimace with the glass as you take another sip. “Then, how may I help you, sir? I only broker info and nothing else.”

“By being mine.” 

The response is so ridiculous that you can only stare. It takes too long for you to come back to your senses. Your smile strains your taut cheeks.

“Very funny joke, sir.”

“Oh, but it’s not.”

Your smile fades as you feel two presences behind you. You grip the glass tightly. Before you can even move, Sylus clicks his tongue in a patronizing way.

“Don’t even try it, sweet thing.” He smirks. “I don’t want to use force if you don’t cooperate.”

You loosen your grip.

“Why are you doing this?” you whisper. You’re only one among thousands of other info brokers in N109 zone. And even more so, you’ve been on the outer edges like an outcast compared to other highly sought people. 

Instead of answering, he simply holds out the bourbon bottle with a genuine smile that sends shivers down your neck.

“I simply have a taste for fine things, and you, my dear, are one of them.”

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APT by rosé and bruno mars has been looping like crazy in my head so can i request for reader vibing to the song with the first years? Platonic or romantic is uty but this song just feels like it'll be so fun to scream and dance to with friends

Thank you so much for requesting!! ~80 words per character/drabble. Sorry it’s so short, I couldn’t figure out how to extend it without repeating the same words/phrases a lot. :(

The First Years Dancing (To APT) With Yuu/The Reader!

Ace Trapolla -

Ace and you were jumping around in your room, screaming your lungs out. Laughing, dancing, and running around, hair a mess and the hem of his shirt untucked. He laughed, jumping onto your bed with you, holding your hands. He spun you around, picking you up for a moment. He moves your hands together to his face, scream-singing “RED HEARTS, RED HEARTS, THAT’S WHAT I’M OOO-ON~!” He giggles, smiling wide and spinning around, bouncing on your bed together. “COME GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN FEEL! OOH-OH-OOOOHH~!”

Deuce Spade -

Deuce spun around, holding a wooden spoon in his hands, the larger end held up to his mouth. “KISSY FACE, KISSY FACE! SENT TO YOUR PHO-OONE, BUT!” He laughed, as you slapped his hand back into the cake batter, trying to get him to mix again. “I’M TRYIN’ TO KISS YOUR LIPS FOR RE-AL~! RE-AL~!” He hip-checked you, getting some dough on your apron but happily laughing when you plucked it off and smeared some onto his nose.

Jack Howl -

Jack smiled at you, spinning you around to get you away from a near accident with the catus in his room. “DON’T YOU WANT ME LIKE I WANT YOU- BA~BY?!” You scream-sang, as he went along with you, softer but laughing all the same. “DON’T YOU NEED ME LIKE I NEED YOU~ NOW-OW!” He rose in volume with you, moving you a bit further away from him before pulling you close again. Not a very good dance, but a fun one to have with friends nonetheless.

Epel Felmeir -

Epel “SLEEP TOMORROW’, BUT TO-NIGHT, GOING CRA-AZY~!” You sang, his accent coming more as he grew more excited, giving you a ride on his broom as you blasted music. “ALL YA GOTTA DO IS MEET ME AT THE-” He took your hands, swaying them back and forth with the object in the air, “아파트, 아파트, 아파트-” He spun around the broom a few times, laughing as you nearly fell off and he had to hold you tighter. “Uh- Uh- Oooooh!”

Ortho Shroud -

Ortho couldn’t technically sing, but he could play the back of track for you to do so. A little call and response between the two of you, his robotic voice reaching as the “IT’S WHATEVER~!” You say, “Whatever!” He called, the backup to your proformance but still happy to do so. “YOU LIIIIIIKKE!” “WOO!” He screamed back much louder, starling you a bit with the noise before quickly returning to your laughter and song, this time with him playing the track with both his speakers and voice.

Sebek Zigvolt -

“HEY, SO NOW YOU KNOW THE GAME- ARE YOU RE-DAY?” You cried, and Sebek, who didn’t quite understand the human concept of screaming along to music responded in his usual fashion. “YES, HUMAN, I AM!” You laughed, patting his head and shaking your own. “CAUSE I’M COMING TO GET YA! GET YA! GET YA~!” He nodded, spinning you around and dipping you low. “VERY WELL, HUMAN! BUT IF THIS GAME CAUSES YOU ONE TO GET THE OTHER, I WILL SURELY BE THE VICTORIOUS ONE!”

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Confessions

Fever

Innuendo

Practical Jokes

Rosé

Road Head* ♥

Safeword*

Laudanum 

Dyslexic Reader

Rough Dom*

One-sided

Lazy Day

Brought Back

Leg Humping*

Relax

Abandonment Issues

Not Right

Moving In

Pegging*

Corruption Kink*

Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

Fruit*

Miraculous*

Driving the Bentley

Hurt/Comfort

God Took Her Time*

Tech Genius

Trouble Trusting*

Teen Angel (platonic)

Choker*

Stress

Trauma*

Getting Older

Struggling

Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (part of the Light, the Dark, and the Spaces Inbetween)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

The Honeymoon* ♥

Quarrelling 

Snapshots

Drunk

Double Ball Gag*

Beach Day*

Insomnia

Jousting

Orders* & pt2*

Admiring Aziraphale*

Roleplay*

A Little Young

Ritz*

Distractions*

Unrecognisable

Attention*

Self Care

Xmas oneshots x x x x x x x

Gabriel/Jim x Reader

Coffee

Park

Sleepover

Other

Uriel x Reader

[hoseoksluna]

dark 𓂃 ౨ৎ MASTERLIST

most of these works contain *d*lt content; M*NI.

JEON JUNGKOOK

𓂃 ౨ৎ WINE SERIES, finished. — PART ONE: WINE both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you n**dy again. — PART TWO: BANANA MILK when a p*r* video accidentally plays on his tv, jungkook makes sure you watch. — PART THREE: SOJU jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his c*m. — PART FOUR: LIQUID STARS to seal the deal, you give jungkook what he wants—your kiss, your c*n* and your v*rg*n*t*. — DRABBLE: ROSÉ on your first dinner date, your boyfriend brings you a small gift—too bad you're too h*rn* to appreciate it. — DRABBLE: WHITE craving white wine, your boyfriend would do anything for you—even let you d*m him. — DRABBLE: LITTLE JUICE when you get insecure about being constantly n**d* for your boyfriend, jungkook shows you that it's okay.

𓂃 ౨ৎ STRATEGY SERIES, on-going. — PART ONE: STRATEGY due to his reasons, jungkook can't get close to you—but when you show your t*t* to him through your window, he might just teach you a lesson. — PART TWO: SCHEME due to his reasons, jungkook finds it hard to give you what you d*s*r*, but when he finally does, he discovers that your scheme is greater than he anticipated. — PART THREE: RUSE due to his reasons, jungkook wants to reciprocate what you've done to him, but what he doesn't know that you're always one step ahead. — PART FOUR: APPROACH due to his reasons, jungkook loses the will to live only to come across an approach that changes his life.

𓂃 ౨ৎ OTHER WORKS — PRACTICE you make jungkook proud by practicing what he taught you. — METAMORPHOSE | discontinued his emotions are a cataclysmic storm approaching. — PLEASANT, GOOD AND MERCIFUL jungkook wanted to make the night better for you—but what he didn’t expect is that he would come across his true, unabashed self while doing so.

KIM NAMJOON

— BOOKWORMS namjoon thinks of you when he reads a sm*t scene in his book. — STORY yours and namjoon’s story is a bit more p*rv*rt*d than traditional. — TIME namjoon makes your dream come true in a much better way than you ever wanted. — LADY BEETLE when you came to seoul's hidden s*x pl*yhouse to forget about namjoon, you didn't think the anonymous mr. kim would actually be namjoon.  

JUNG HOSEOK

𓂃 ౨ৎ BERRIES SERIES, ft. jjk, finished. — PART ONE: BERRIES your ex-boyfriend shouldn't have this much influence over you when you have a new man, should he? — PART TWO: CHERRIES you don’t know how he does it, but hobi makes you forget about the life you led before him, using his t*ng**. — PART THREE: STRAWBERRIES when your ex-boyfriend’s fury burns you whole, you just might need to let hobi in to pour water over you and save you. — PART FOUR: BLACKBERRIES opening jungkook’s message brought in a blessing and a curse. — PART FIVE: RASPBERRIES  a step towards breaking the curse of your life—nothing could be sweeter than that, could it? — PART SIX: CRANBERRIES the final breaking of the curse hurts, but pain brings fruit.

𓂃 ౨ৎ OTHER WORKS — A MILLION YEARS AGO when your faith in your healing wavers, hobi is there to go the extra mile for you. — LIFE hoseok has always had a secret thing for you and once he learns you're single, he doesn't waste time and knocks on your door. 

MIN YOONGI

𓂃 ౨ৎ STEAM SERIES, ft. jjk, finished. — PART ONE: STEAM one video call awakens your neediness for two c*c*s. — PART TWO: MIST one encounter with jungkook makes you forget about your boyfriend. — PART THREE: MURK one encounter with jungkook heals you enough to mend your boyfriend’s heart. — PART FOUR: BLUR one encounter with both of the males heals you enough that you don’t become anything but joy. — DRABBLE: VAPOR, pt I. yoongi never promised his healing time would be easy and when he hurts you enough that you need your other “boyfriend”, jungkook is quick to rescue you. — DRABBLE: VAPOR, pt II. hard times ask for extra care and like the healer he is, jungkook doesn’t fail to give you his absolute best. — DRABBLE: VAPOR, pt III. the n**ghtiest of times bring about the greatest of healing. 𓂃 ౨ৎ NOTE: the drabbles are a continuation of the steam series.

𓂃 ౨ৎ SMOKE SERIES, on hold. — PART ONE.  everything that begins also ends. — PART TWO. everything that begins prolongs and deepens.  — PART THREE. everything that has begun hurts.  — PART FOUR.  everything that hurts must begin to stop at one point.  — PART FIVE. everything that hurt has stopped.  

𓂃 ౨ৎ OTHER WORKS — CENTURY when yoongi needs inspiration for the song he's been working on, you're not hesitant to help him. — PROMISES when you needed your social battery recharged by your f**k buddy yoongi, you didn't expect to have your undiscovered feelings for him reciprocated. 

PARK JIMIN

— tba.

KIM TAEHYUNG

— tba.

KIM SEOKJIN

— tba.

𓂃 ౨ৎ — #WIPS

© 2024—2025 hoseoksluna, all rights reserved.

[merlucide]

fellow bllk writers I am on my KNEES.

Please, PLEASE, someone write an Oliver Aiku x Reader oneshot/drabble based on Rosé’s song “Toxic till the end”

PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION?!?

“Back then when I was running out of you place— I said I never wanna see your face— I meant I could wait to see it again”

“Cause even when I said it was over, you heard, ‘baby could you pull me in closer’ — You were plotting how to stay in my head,”

PLEASE I NEED IT.

pls pls tag me if you write it/find one ong

ONES THAT HAVE BEEN WRITEN (if you find more pls pls tag me I NEED it.):

thelazyartisists xo-adeline’s

[tyudearyous]

till the end - p.sh

pairing : seonghwa x reader

genre : angst, hurt/no comfort

wc : 617

author's note : a very short angsty drabble because i was very much in the mood to write this hihi

🎵 toxic till the end - rosé

masterlist

—

forgive and forget, that’s all they say but unless you have the heart of a saint, you couldn’t. no, you couldn’t even bear to hearing his name. how he completely and utterly left you with scars you couldn’t even heal in your heart, how he completely tossed you away and crawled right back when he deemed it was necessary, all in the name of “us”.

“so i can’t meet my friends now?” you ask. “for fucks sake can’t you understand where i’m coming from!?” “no. i can’t” he sighed loudly. “you don’t even try to at least be civil with my friends, seonghwa. you can’t judge them that fast” you argued. “that’s exactly the point! i don’t know what you’ve told them about me but one thing’s for sure, i am not a good guy in their eyes” you genuinely can’t understand him. not even one bit. “so just because of that you want me out of contact with them?” you couldn’t even raise your voice, you were baffled. “have i ever said that? do you genuinely realize how farfetched you’re making my statement be? i only asked you to stay because-” seonghwa asks. “it’s my birthday and you don’t even try to make it good for me” you exit the room, holding back your tears. why were you still in this relationship to begin with?

that wasn’t the first argument. it was more or less episode four of season three hundred or something. you weren’t good for each other nor did any of you wanted to give up your relationship though. it hasn’t always been this way but perhaps the signs were blurry at first because of the butterflies inside you both.

“i told you not to go out” seonghwa nags as he applied ointment to the newly formed wound that you got. “you have no right to say anything about that” you reply, still annoyed by the whole ordeal. “i didn’t forget. i already had the gift, you were just too hasty” seonghwa revealed before he put down his med supplies to take a small burgundy box. you hesitantly took it to reveal it was a ring. “why?” you asked him, catching him off guard. “what do you mean why?” he asked back. “do you think this is good for us? in the long run?” you closed the box and put it in front of him again. “y/n i am not trying to argue with you” “i’m not trying to argue, hwa. i just… you know… it does take a toll on me” you took a slight pause to catch your breath before continuing. “just how long do you expect us to stay like this? we fight and make up and fight again it’s a vicious cycle at this point. you don’t trust me, not even one bit and that makes me on guard with you too. do you want to stay like this until the end? if i can be honest, i don’t. no, i want to but i can’t. i used to believe you were the one but, everything just made it seem impossible” you finally talked to him about your feelings honestly. it was about time anyway. seonghwa stayed silent for a while while you try to wipe the tears that was falling off your cheeks. “so, this is the end?” he asked. you only stared at him before he nods and takes back the ring. you only watched as his frame faded into his bedroom.

so that was the end, at least.

[jeonqkooks]

half past you | myg

pairing: musician!yoongi x reader rating: PG genre/warnings: exes au, exes to ???, angst, drinking, unedited, ehhhhh that's it probably word count: 1k note: i do not know what this is, or if it even makes sense! a spontaneous drabble courtesy of the sunday blues :D

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Yoongi is getting big.

Not physically.

Well, maybe he's getting physically bigger too. You don't know that.

It's half past ten, and you're half over Yoongi, half drunk from drinking wine out of a shot glass in this almost empty bar.

Let's start over from the beginning.

What you mean is, Yoongi's career is taking off.

You don't want to sound like a bitter ex, but you don't particularly enjoy reading his name on news articles, hearing his music come on the radio, watching his face start to appear on fashion magazines more frequently.

You're happy for him, you truly are. You just resent the reminder that this is what he chose over you.

What he left you behind for.

Okay, that might be a little unfair.

You know that it was a decision that you both agreed to in the end, but every time you're intoxicated, you can't help the thought.

You left me.

You left me.

You left me.

Flagging down the bartender, you ask for a refill. He complies, though he still shoots you an unsubtle look when he goes to pour more rosé into your shot glass.

The shot glass makes it fun, and makes you forget that you really don't like the taste of wine of any kind.

But Yoongi does.

You're sitting in Yoongi's favorite bar, drinking an alcohol that Yoongi likes but you can barely tolerate, while he's out there somewhere singing at yet another sold out venue. After the gig is finished, he'll probably have a companion for the night too.

He doesn't know that you miss him. You miss him so much that it feels like you've forgotten how to breathe. Just the mere thought of him is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

It's been three months since you last saw him, since he packed up his things and moved out of your shared apartment. He told you that it was for the best, and you believed him. You still do, because Yoongi was always the logical one.

You couldn't follow him on tour, and he convinced you that it was better to end things on your own terms than to let the inevitable distance end it for you. He was probably right, but that doesn't mean that you haven't been going through hell since he made his swift exit.

Maybe you were stupid, or unlucky, or a disastrous combination of both. You knew that this was his dream for as long as he could remember. He worked his ass off his entire life to get where he is now, to have all of the things that he has accomplished along the way. You knew it. You were even his biggest supporter during the two years that you were together, rooting for him at every turn, holding him up whenever he wanted to fall down.

Yes, it was what he wanted ever since he laid eyes on a guitar for the first time. It was his dream before he met you, and it will still be his dream long after you. Even though he loved you, this would always be his destination. You both realized this when it was already too late.

You down your last shot of the night, wincing when the unpleasant taste tickles the back of your throat. As you make your way to the door, there's a silhouette in a corner booth that makes you stop. You think you might know who it is, but when the man turns his face toward the light, your heart immediately drops.

You blink, then chuckle to yourself. It's a laughable offense, to even think for a split second that this stranger bears any resemblance to your Yoongi.

Well, not yours anymore.

On the cab ride home, disappointment occupies the seat next to you. You don't know what you would've done if it did turn out to be Yoongi at the bar. Pretend that you didn't see him and run away maybe? That seems like the most plausible scenario.

He must have moved on already, and you wouldn't even blame him if he has. He isn't the sentimental type, isn't one to have moments of weakness and look for comfort at the bottom of a glass. Yoongi isn't the type to get drunk and be hit with an overwhelming need to call you up late at night to tell you that he's thinking about you. It's only you that wishes for him to go through the motions the same way you do.

You wish you weren't so easy to let go of.

You wish he loved you more than you loved him.

You wish you weren't meant to always be just second best.

Too bad there isn't a shooting star.

There's not a lot to be done whenever you get like this. This being falling down the rabbit hole of missing Yoongi until he's all you can think about. You just have to wait for the feeling to pass, maybe cry a little, fight the twitch in your fingers when they threaten to take your phone hostage and text him, repeat the process a couple of weeks later.

Disappointment follows you out of the car when you arrive at your building. It walks up four flights of stairs with you, then down the hallway. You expect it to wait patiently next to you as you fetch your keys and welcome it into your home like you always do.

But when you reach your door, you notice that disappointment is nowhere to be found. That it suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind at all.

Instead, you find Yoongi, who sits on the floor in front of your home.

Yoongi, whose eyes light up when he hears your familiar footsteps and looks up at you standing right before him. Yoongi, who scrambles to his feet instantaneously, a little clumsy in his movement.

Yoongi, who has a slight flush on his face, painting his cheeks rosy as if he's been drinking. Yoongi, whose pupils still dilate as he takes in the sight of you.

Yoongi, who is usually confident and callous, but is now speaking in a timid tone that you suspect would be similar to yours if you ever call to tell him you miss him.

"Hi."

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 21.08.2023]

[jackinalex]

The nominees for the 2024 Fanfiction Awards are here!

Note: if you do not see a fic you nominated, it's probably because it was pre-2019 (not counting the legacy fic category). And if you do not see a fic in a category you nominated it for but see it in another, it's because it did not fit in that first category. Vote here. The last day to vote is November 17, 2024. Nominees under the cut:

Best Fluff:

-We Go Together or We Don't Go Down at All by ThatsNotaWriteOFF

-Best Man by juneytunes

-A Million Ways to Think About You by Pretty Venom (GoodTimesLaundry)

Best Angst

-Unspoken Desires by ThatsNotaWriteOff

-the water runs clear and blue (it was always you) by classichysteria

-just to seal my fate by jalex_barakarth3012

-I'll Be Here in Pieces When You Finally Pull the Pin by allsassnoclass (brightblackholes)

-you seem so damn familiar by bellawritess

Best Smut

-dirty with harmony by melancholyhues

-Warm Ups by neondanger

-Star-Crossed Lovers TM by neondanger

-sex in a rosé daze by twin_skeleton

Best Kink

-The Bandana Code by VampireVengence

-focus on the pain (the needle tears a hole) by melancholyhues

-Codes & Numbers by ThatsNotaWriteOFF

-Can't Beat the Heat by neondanger

Best Crossover

-you could say that our demons excite me by melancholyhues

-dirty with harmony by melancholyhues

-Glitter and Ash by VampireVengence

Best Drabble

-flowers never bend with the rainfall by gulfstreamwonder

-Burn For You by AMelancholySunshine

-Getaway Green by gamesfordays

Best One Shot

-I Could Be Your Best Yet (Future Favorite Regret) by juneytunes

-A Very Festive Façade by walkingonfirex

-meet me where the stars collide by bellawritess

-Not the One by neondanger

Best Ongoing Fic

-Where Clover Whitens by walkingonfirex

-Do All Things but Forget by gulfstreamwonder

-Off Script by aweirdkindofyellow

-The Demon's Mark by ThatsNotaWriteOff

Best Completed Fic

-just to seal my fate by jalex_barakarth3012

-Glitter and Ash by VampireVengence

-Mess It Up by aweirdkindofyellow

-High on Our History by VampireVengence

Best Legacy Fic

-The Freudian Slip by live_by_lyrics

-The Bandana Code by VampireVengence

-A Beautiful Disaster. by imyouth-imjoy

-Poison. by atl-340

-My Head's a Prison and Nobody Visits by atl-340

-Love Letter by xxninny435xx

[jinkoh]

✩₊˚⊹⋆.3rd anniversary event - masterlist.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

thanks again to everyone who participated in this! i was very excited about doing it and i feel incredibly grateful that a lot of you seemed excited too and joined me on this little event! i hope you'll enjoy the fics~

since requests are now closed it's time to start posting the fics for all the songs you requested~ i will try to post one drabble every 1-2 days! i'm trying to mix it up a bit in terms of genre and group/member, so i'm not posting these in the order they were requested in the fics feature members of the boyz, seventeen, pentagon or monsta x

I changmin - they see me dream (the boyz)

II juyeon - sober (lorde)

III sunwoo - heaven (shygirl feat. tinashe)

IV mingyu - APT. (rosé & bruno mars)

V hyunjae - i will (mitski)

VI eric - fire eyes (the boyz)

VII wooseok - don't be a fool (dreamer boy)

VIII juyeon - a sunday kind of love (etta james)

IX kevin - kiss of fire (woodz)

X younghoon - where you lead (carole king)

XI sunwoo - christmassy (the boyz)

XII chanhee - wonderful christmastime (paul mccartney)

XIII jungwon - super ultra man (deundeun man)

XIV haknyeon - bed chem (sabrina carpenter)

XV changmin - i want you around (snoh aalegra)

XVI juyeon - spring snow (10cm)

XVII kevin - timeless (the boyz)

XVIII sunwoo - 3 nights (dominic fike)

...more coming soon

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