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lq joshua

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lq jeonghan

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relatable

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BamBam + Jinyoung = EVERYTHING!!!😍😭😍😭😍😭😍

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👌💯

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same yoona,same

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Jhope face expression is totally my expression when I see my bias taking off his shirt and biting his lips.  

omg o_o

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sex with Yoongi

- don’t underestimate Yoongi in bed - he may seem uninterested and detached most of the time, but he’s very focused during sex - both dom and sub - when he’s tired and stressed out, he’ll have you do most of the work - if he’s tired, he’d be a very lazy lover, but that doesn’t mean the sex wouldn’t still be good - when he’s feeling energetic, he’ll work your body right - LOVES blowjobs - into morning sex - isn’t much of a cuddler afterwards, but he won’t completely avoid you - he’d just throw his arm around you - not really vocal, mostly just low grunts - if he’s really in the mood, he’ll talk SO dirty to you - “daddy’s gonna take care of you tonight, baby girl” - LOVES when you call him daddy - when he’s really horny, he’s such a freak - wouldn’t really care about trying new things. if you really wanted to, then he would - sex with him is most of the time really relaxed, but he never fails to give you pleasure

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just twice things: ot9 being gay for one another

♡happy valentine’s day♡

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idk her

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Art Lesson | Min Yoongi

AN: This is semi dirty? Semi not? Idk it’s a mix of fluff and smut. Enjoy! I remade the story because I literally didn’t like the original but still the same concept.     

          ART LESSON

"Y/N."

"Yoongi?"

You turn your torso, a smile radiates from your face—a face so beautiful and porcelain as a china plate it almost appears as if it were of ethereal being. Yoongi has a small smirk bent on his lips though his brows are knitted. He asks you what you’re doing kneeling on the floor with oil pastels smeared across your hands and arms.

"I'm doing a project," you reply.

Yoongi sits down upon his couch and observes you: the girl with attentive eyes. He stares at you solemnly and silently for a few brief seconds; he reminds himself that no celestial being can ever come as perfect as the likes of you; and nearer at hand the muteness is broken by the sound of your quiet sniggering.

He questions you and you reply with a shake of your head: "Nothing," you say.

"What's this project for anyway?" he then asks.

You utter of an art project: "I'm exploring details in oil paintings and the significance of little niceties, and how they come together after layering the oil. So I decided to do it on Seoul’s Olympic Gymnastic Stadium with your fans and—"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"You lost me at exploring," he says. "I can't even paint let alone do what you do."

Laughter leaves your lips. You propose a gesture to entice him, inching closer to his legs on your knees, a smirk leisurely appears on your face. Yoongi sits in stillness as he observes you: his girlfriend of Y/A: the epitome of youth and all things naïve who's never seen the world and places beyond. 

What a sad inconvenience to be loved by someone who had.

"What are you doing?" asks Yoongi.

You lay spent against his leg, eyes bright and gleaming, and your fingers itching away the denim of his jeans. You speak with a tone of sincerity and sweetness that when you tell Yoongi you’re going to teach him how to paint, your tone alters.

"How exactly are you going to do that?" asks Yoongi once more.

"You need a canvas first," you say; a sense of voracity in your voice.

After moving up to bestride him, you lay her lips against his and speak in between breaths of how painting relieves stress. Yoongi mumbles but cares less about your words; only attentive to the softness of your tongue and the delicateness of your legs as you both, lovers, remove one piece of clothing each.

"What next?" Yoongi questions, dwelling in the heavenly sight that sits before him.

You smirk and pick up his hand. "You need a paintbrush," you say, your voice kissing that of a whisper.

"And after?"

With a bite to your lip you take his middle finger and index: "You wet the tip of the brush," you explain.

And Yoongi finds himself growing hard at the welcome of your lips enveloping his fingers; your tongue brushing delicately around them; all the while your eyes refusing to leave his just as his never left yours. Your dictation of wetting the tip of the brush is far-fetched from what he imagined; and rather brutal as he knows how much you enjoy playing games and teasing him. You enjoy torturing him slowly: to see his reactions and how badly he loved you.

Yoongi bites his lip, grunts before adjusting himself. Gently, his thumb caresses the edges of your jaw and he whispers, "Show me, jagi, I’m your student now."

"Easy," you reply as you sit up to remove the underwear separating his fingers from your treasure. 

You take his fingers, slowly as you readjust back upon his lap with your knees beside his clenched thighs. You can hear the inaudible hitching of his breath as he loses control of his below. It’s so sensual the way he cups your cheek but then glides his hand down to imitate a choking position around your sweet little neck. His hands are warm, the feeling of desire running from his fingertips into your veins. 

“Jagi, let me touch you please I...”

You shake your head assertively. “You’re my student, aren’t you? So let me teach you.” 

He grunts in response to your teasing, even tilts his head back in annoyance. “Fuck,” he whispers. 

He’s had enough and you can tell by the stern look spread across his brows. You instantly tell yourself you’ve lost control of your dominance when he kisses you intensely and wets his own fingers. And fuck is it so sensually erotic the way he unbuttons your shirt and admires your art of a body. 

He looks at you. “Paint me,” you say so he places his wet fingers under your skirt and kisses your lips ever so lightly. He presses gently. He rubs and you leak an ecstatic gasp from the cracks of your lips as he explores you with love.

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The two maknaes

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The Art of Hirō Isono

Hirō Isono was a Japanese artist born in 1945, and passed away on May 2013. Shown in the majority of his work, you will notice that he had an affinity for trees, forests, and nature. He gained more recognition from his artwork contributions to the 1990’s RPG series “Secret of Mana” or “Seiken Densetsu”, for the SNES. His visions and techniques always invoked reality with just a little hint of mystery. Not quite surreal, but just enough to make you think about what you’re looking at.

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chen in overdose live stages - for @kilotic

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me