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Bookworm | Drabble (M)

credit to @seokjins-wings for the above gif. i usually make covers but this gif was too cute and too fitting for this oneshot. a big uwu. 

=> You never thought you would be so in love with the smartest guy in your senior class. 

genre: smut, fluff. bookworm! namjoon x you. 

warnings: sexual and explicit themes, mature language, softness, mentions of underage drinking (stay safe y’all). 

date posted: 6/25 Eastern Standard Time 

word count: 1.9k (not really a drabble in technical terms, but for me it’s pretty short)

note: Wow it’s been a few months everyone. I come back and you guys have left amazing love and i’m even at almost 300 followers after 4 fics~ yay! I might as well just delete my works in progress post because I never follow it lmao. But oh well, I guess I’m just going with the flow with what I feel like writing now and come back to the others later. Anyways, here’s this short drabble; please shoot me messages or asks anytime criticizing or loving my work! Every word from whoever’s reading this matters, thanks!

“Fuck, I love you.” 

The boy pants against your naked shoulder, gripping onto your hips tightly as he thrusts with vigor and coaxes you through your overstimulation. Namjoon is close to his wit’s end and is desperate to cum inside of you at this point, your legs tightening around his waist as you quietly whimper from the assault. The slap of his skin against yours is loud and wet with your juices, but he doesn’t care enough to notice as he continues pounding into you until the sensation is almost numbing. 

“Are you still on birth control?” He manages to growl out, watching you nod your head profusely as he holds up your trembling thighs. “Do you want it, hm?" He asks, almost out of breath. “Does my princess want my cum? Answer me.”

His tone is sweet yet sinful, spurring you on to answer as he dares you to look into his eyes that are full of hunger and lust. You muster up all the strength in your chest, holding back your pleasurable sobs as you say the words in one short plea. 

“I want it!” 

You cry out when his seeds start coating your walls almost immediately afterward, beads of cum trickling out of you when he pins your hips down against the mahogany bookshelf and keeps you still. He scratches at your sides as you tighten around him, groaning when he hears droplets of his fluids dribble from your thighs and stain the library carpet. 

“Look at you, taking all of it after enduring so much,” he says in admiration, stroking your hair in encouragement. 

You lay squirming against the sturdy wood behind you, face buried into the nape of his neck as he continues thrusting through the spikes of euphoria. You whine his name quietly when you reach your orgasm for the third time, biting onto your lip to prevent further noise when he rubs a taunting finger on your sensitive clit. At this point it feels creamy when he hammers inside of you, a concoction of his cum mixing in with your own as it coats his length and sticks to your folds. 

“Joonie, it- it’s t- too much,” you manage to crack out as he slows his pace, his arm finally loosening up from around your waist. 

Namjoon quickly takes his hand away from your aching core, pulling his head up from your shoulder to look at your teary eyes. He gives an adorable smile at the sight, a stark contrast compared to the vulgar way he talked to you just seconds ago. His dimples quickly take over the expanse of his face as his two thumbs wipe at your wet cheeks. 

“God, you’re so cute,” he gasps, quick to catch his breath as you tighten your grip on his waist with your quivering legs. “I can’t help myself sometimes, sorry babe.” 

He looks beautiful this way, biting his lip when he’s still buried inside of you and talking so casually at the same time. His red school uniform tie is still around his neck, a little loose and crooked from all the movement that just ensued.

You shake your head in forgiveness, grinning at him as you lean back against the bookshelf and unintentionally show off the empty space of your neck. Namjoon can’t help himself, leaning in to suck on your supple skin and nip at it softly as he finally marks every part of your body. You hum in approval, voice hoarse as you lace your fingers in his soft locks. 

“Don’t worry, that was... wow,” you laugh in amazement, hearing him chuckle into your neck. “That was definitely something.”

“Sex in the library? I never knew I would like it so much either,” he admits. “But you looked so cute in my shirt, that I thought organizing the books would have to come later...” 

You look down at the white button up that was thrown onto the carpet, a mischievous smirk on your face as you trace a finger along his jawline. It’s no doubt that seeing you in it made him so horny, considering the way you two really connected in the first place was through a party half a year ago at his parents’ mansion; he had given you this exact shirt after that faithful night, a parting gift of some sort. 

You two playfully hated each other before all of this, knowing of one another briefly since the beginning of high school and slightly acknowledging there was some sort of attraction; you’re a girl who likes playing games more than school, and he’s the guy who always lands the top spot on test rankings. Your first impressions of each other: Namjoon thought you were a dork with bad grades, and you called him a bookworm whenever you passed him by in the library and saw him crouched down next to piles of books. He’s always organizing the library as if the Dewey Decimal System is some kind of sacred commandment, but you’ve always secretly thought his quirk was cute even before you started dating him.  

You still tease each other, of course. 

“Y’know, I only wore it to turn you on,” you confess. “But I didn’t expect you to take me against a decade year old bookshelf at school,” you chuckle, satisfied with yourself as he perks a brow. 

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to pull back and thrust himself inside of you in retaliation, enjoying the way you suddenly jump and cry out, a soft bite onto his shoulder when his cum starts moving inside of you again. Your legs start trembling when he snaps into you a few more times with his softening erection, his attack coming to a halt when you apologize profusely into his skin. 

“You’re naughty, princess.” 

You give a soft, teary-eyed smile when he almost immediately reaches his hands down to start massaging your thighs, relaxing the shaking muscles as he finally pulls out of you. This sweetness reminds you of the night you first slept with him, how he so carefully took care of you the morning after. 

You remember the day like it was just yesterday, his hands softly laying you down onto his bed when you got too drunk for his liking at his homecoming party for senior year. Namjoon had just saved you from the embarrassment of stripping in front of a few dozen of your peers, scolding you as he threw a blanket over you two because he was quite drunk too. 

It wasn’t until about half an hour in you wake up to him rolling over onto his back, a groan falling from his lips that made you more turned on than you like to admit; soon you would find yourself sitting on top of him and kissing him out of nowhere, the alcohol becoming an encouraging factor. You were somewhat thankful that you were drunk, since you thought about planting your lips onto his ever since the start of the party, the beer giving a little extra push to your wimpy self to finally do it. 

The rest is history, and even though you were both drunk it seemed like you two didn’t have a lick of regret the next morning; seeing how Namjoon ran a bath for you and made tea to help your hangover, and the way he had blushed when you said you had an amazing night. He had sent you off in a white button up of his along with a pair of sweatpants, and ever since then you two have discreetly gotten together.

“Are your legs okay?” 

You snap out of your thoughts, a small pout on your lips when Namjoon looks at you with worried eyes. He’s still holding you up against the bookshelf, caressing your twitching muscles that are still sensitive from him. 

“I mean, I already forgive you since that was amazing,” you say, a large smirk on his face because of the compliment. “But let’s hope Mrs. Park doesn’t see my legs become jelly next period.” 

“I’m sorry,” he coos like a child, stroking your cheeks. “I’ll make it up to you~” 

“Ice cream?” You say almost instantly, voice high-pitched as you bat your eyes at him. 

“Already ahead of you,” he says. “I’ve brought a little extra in my wallet today, so you can have as much as you like after school ends.”

You give a giant, almost idiotic smile, lunging forward to wrap your arms around his neck as Namjoon quickly loses his grip on you. You both fall to the floor, laughing breathlessly and interlocking hands as you sit on top of him. 

You want to stay like this forever, looking down at him with that big goofy smile of his plastered all over his face

“I love you too, by the way,” you say, cutting the long silence. 

He raises an eyebrow and looks up at you, pausing from buttoning up the rest of your shirt as you run a hand down his chest. 

“Huh? Where’s that coming from?”

“When you said you loved me earlier, and I didn’t answer because I was squirming like crazy; I love you too.” 

Namjoon’s cheeks suddenly go red, a blush spreading over his face as he shoots his eyes away and clears his throat. He sits up as you adjust yourself on his thighs, shrugging his shoulders with nonchalant as he bites his lip.  

“I- I mean, I already kn- know you do,” he stutters, voice suddenly small and quiet. 

You beam at him when he finally connects eyes with you. “Was the famous Kim Namjoon just... nervous?” You gasp. 

“Hey! I’m usually the one who says I love you...” He retorts, face becoming even more pink than before. “I- I mean, I just don’t hear it as often from you.” 

You give a large grin when he starts pouting, and this is the moment when you decide that Kim Namjoon is the best thing that has ever happened to you. You think you’re the luckiest girl in the world to have him by your side, and that your love for such an adorable nerd is beyond any coherent words. 

You launch towards him with that thought in mind, pulling him by the neck and whispering into his ear. 

“I love you,” you say again. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you repeat the words until you’re almost out of breath.

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Just read adam and belle and i admit to tearing up, towards the end as I kept scrolling and seeing there was more to read, I desperately hoped jk would come back alive. Really enjoyed your style tho and the bittersweet mood of the the entire piece. I really like werewolf aus too so this was satisfying, but I do wonder why the heat period is 12 days every month. That’s a really long time, must have felt like jk was never not in heat.

[Spoilers for my story and for the movie Wolf Children ahead] Thank you so much, and I’m really glad you enjoyed the bittersweetness (,: To be fairly honest I sometimes enjoy writing the endings so sadly. Since Wolf Children (the movie) ended so sad yet hopeful, I got the idea that happy endings aren’t everything. Japanese animations always have those bittersweet endings, and I believe that those kind of endings sometimes leave a better memory in your heart since they’ve all done that to me. I wanted to be experimental with this wolf concept, and kind of dig deep into the emotional side of being a werewolf (ie the fear of Jungkook revealing himself to Y/N, his parents dying because they were found out, being scared he’ll hurt you in bed, Y/N and him arguing about whether Jimin should go to school or not) rather than go into the whole wolf pack mentality and write an AU I have sadly read too many times. 

And haha! I reread my stories a few days ago for spell and grammar checking, and I honestly wonder why I said 12 days at a time too. Poor Jungkook had to live with that for at least half the month, but at least by the end he could control it and love Y/N unconditionally even while in heat ^^’ Thanks for reading, and who knows, maybe I’ll make a spinoff off of Jimin in an alternate universe where he meets you instead (and his parents are Jungkook and some other woman), or make a story about Jungkook’s past in an alternate universe where he meets Y/N earlier.

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Oh my god En Rose is so good!! It's such a sweet blend of fluff and smut. I don't often find fics with that perfect balance and I absolutely adore it!! <3

I didn’t know when you sent this because i never got the little notif but thank you so much! I’m glad that people liked En Rose <3 my favorite fic i’ve written on here, but that’s not saying much since I’ve only released 4 haha; but I know it’ll definitely go down in my book for fics that I genuinely felt heart in and could really flow well. The thought of flowershop jungkook got my writing senses going so well. Glad you liked it!!!

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It’s been a solid month, busy with life and school ;-; I know no one reads this but omg I got tickets to the BTS concert in Newark. Ah finally after three years, I get to see them!!!! The fic I talked about below is still cooking, it’s based off of A Silent Voice (; 

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Hey guys, taking my time on my next fic. It might be a few weeks considering I’m focusing on school and I’m obsessed with Overwatch (I’m in high Masters elo, so close to top 500 players in America but I’ll probably never make it lol), so I might be silent for a while! Don’t worry, I’m cooking up a neat fic I think you guys will like. It’ll be out once I think it’s ready! Until then (;

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BTS: Burn The Stage Ep. 2 | Jimin Cut

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Masterlist link is fixed in my description ^^ 

Jiminiebleus’ Masterlist

Hana here, I have only three fics out right now but might as well post this before the links in my description start piling up haha. I’ll tag the other members later when I end up writing for them >.<

Personal Favorites -  ❤️

All fics are in chronological order under each member, top being most recent and bottom being the oldest.  

Last updated on - 3/24/18

Upcoming Fics Masterlist

📹 Jeon Jungkook

En Rose | Oneshot (M) - fluff, angst, smut, 6.1k. ❤️

Adam and Belle | Oneshot (M) - fluff, smut, angst, 14k.

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📷 Kim Taehyung

n/a

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🍡 Park Jimin 

Home Run | Oneshot (M) - non-canon prequel to a future fic called “Batter Up” -  fluff, smut, 4.8k.

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📖 Kim Namjoon

n/a

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☀️ Jung Hoseok 

n/a

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🎹 Min Yoongi

A Little Help | Oneshot (M) - smut, 2k.

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🍲 Kim Seokjin

n/a

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why is below anon so rude? they couldnt have at least said something nice along with it?

It’s totally okay, like I said it was a bit blunt but at least anon got to the point haha. I’ll take any message about my writing, whether correcting, criticizing, or complimenting it. I crave all three of them just as equally. 

I’m in the progress of another fic, the last two fics have felt a bit sloppy and rushed. I didn’t put much soul into it (A Little Help and Home Run) and I’m currently working on a long fic for Taehyung right now. It’s not from my list of future works, but trust me when I say that this one is something I’m really confident in ^^ stay tuned!

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Fairy tales, not fairy tails

Agh oh my gosh I knew that I was spelling the word funny and couldn’t put my finger on it! Half the time I was writing Adam and Belle I was spelling it tail, and then tale for the other half; I’m clumsy. Thanks for being blunt about it and not beating around the bush ^^’ I’m sorry if it irked you a lot, typos can really take people out of the immersion. Happy reading!

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A Little Help | Oneshot (M)

=> Yoongi is your annoying composer roommate who likes to tease you in more than an acceptable amount of sexual ways, so you’re not surprised when you hear him working on something else through the thin walls of your room instead of his music on a late Saturday night. 

genre: smut, what else do i gotta say. playboy! yoongi x you. 

warnings: sexual themes, adult themes, mature language. 

date posted: 3/25/18

word count: 2.3k 

note: oh boy it’s just pure filth. 

myg the terrible musician has sent you a picture message.

You groan into your pillow upon seeing the notification atop your phone screen, closing out of your game and squinting in anger when you tap your finger on the pop-up. It takes you to your texting app, showcasing the various heinous messages between you and your oh-so-beloved roommate who’s bothering you at one in the morning.

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Your eyes trail from the title and down to the picture he sent, and you roll your eyes once you realize what it is. You pull up your keyboard, typing furiously and huffing in anger. 

send

“are you seriously sending me your veiny hand again? i don’t want to see that shit.”

You scrunch your face when he almost instantly starts replying, the little white message bubble popping up as three dots swivel around. 

“can’t help it babe, ever since you said you had a thing for hands it’s been impossible to not cater to your needs. am i right?”

“i only said that last week so you could get off my back with all those sexual questions you were asking me.” 

You squeal when you hear a loud pound on the other side of the wall in front of you, twitching your eye in annoyance because you know he purposely did it to scare you. 

“That better not be true or else I’m coming over there to tickle you!” He muffles through the drywall, earnest about his threat.

“No! Don’t do that,” you whine. 

Who does this guy think he is? You’ve only shared an apartment with him for two months and he’s already treading dangerous waters with you, waters in which you’re not ready to explore with such a snarky and narcissistic idiot who plays his music too loud. You know what Min Yoongi does, because you’re not deaf to the chatter that speaks of his playboy tendencies around campus. And even though the rumors saying sex with him is like heaven slightly interests you, you’re immediately turned off by his try-hard personality. 

You look back at your phone screen, seeing him type for not more than a few seconds before you get a message.

“tell me an actual kink of yours or else you won’t like your punishment.” 

“what the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“not in a kinky way you little shit, i know you hate tickling with a dying passion in your heart.” 

“still no.” 

You give a satisfied smirk when you hear him groan, but soon the smile is immediately wiped off your face when you hear the sound of loud piano keys playing insanely off tune. You realize what he’s trying to do as he slams against the instrument painfully hard. 

“hey! you’re going to wake the goddamn neighbors up and make them report us again!”

“then i guess you have to answer my question or else we’ll both be living out on the streets.” 

You pull at your hair with a annoyed growl, and you’re almost convinced that you want to rush to his room and kick down the door, but you know that even begging him to stop face to face won’t make him bat a single eye. 

“what’s that? i added in a little bit of my rapping too?”

Your eyes widen when he starts playing recordings of himself through the wall, and for a moment you admire that he’s so good at what he does-- but that’s beside the point-- Yoongi is playing a dangerous game with you, and you’re going to have to stop him before you get evicted from the apartment you've worked so hard on paying half rent for. 

You clench your eyes shut, having a little tantrum against your bed as you bury your face into your pillow and scream in frustration. 

“fine!” You type, desperate for him to end the torture. “i like blowjobs.”

“not specific enough, sweetie.” 

You think the noises couldn’t get even louder, but then he turns on the speakers in his room and you cry out because it’s vibrating the floors of the whole entire apartment. You hastily tap against your screen with your thumbs. 

“deepthroating! i like deepthroating! is that enough for you?” 

And then everything stops.

The music, his rapping, they all stop immediately after your message goes on read. Your cheeks are hot, and you don’t if it’s because you’re so angry or if you’re embarrassed because you just told Mr. Fuckboy a sexual secret you weren’t planning on ever saying.  

“tell me more.”

“that wasn’t the deal, yoongi.”

“i know, and the music has stopped. but indulge in me, if you want to.” 

You squint at your screen. ‘If you want to?’ The worst part is that you’re not inclined to immediately type ‘no,’ but instead pondering over the offer like it’s something to debate about. Why are you suddenly getting hot over the thought of sexting with somebody? You think the most likely reason is that you haven’t done anything remotely sexual ever since you’ve started college half a year ago, but there’s also the fact that you’re starting to imagine things about Yoongi that you would’ve never expected yourself to think about. Because this time he doesn’t seem so desperate and overly lustful, even politely asking you if you want to continue, and you’re almost turned on by the fact because you’re finally on the same page with him. You’re both a little horny, him more than you obviously-- but it’s not like you guys are close friends enough to ruin anything with a little bit of scandalous messaging, right?

You tap around on the keyboard, going between the words ‘i’m not going to,’ and then backspacing it all the way and hovering over the pixelated letters. 

“well..”

“yes?”

“are you sure you wanna know this?”

“goddamn y/n, not only are you hard to get but you’re also not even confident.”

“): meanie.” 

There’s a pause, and for a dire moment you think you’ve ruined the mood- but then the three dots on his side light up and you sigh in relief. 

“you know i don’t mean that, loser.”

“are you... comforting me?” 

“only because i’m so turned on right now and i don’t want us to stop.” 

You raise your brow at the message, gulping because you flush at the thought of Yoongi in his producing chair, all hot and bothered and palming himself through his pants. 

“... you’re hard?” 

And almost like he expected you to send that, you get a picture from him immediately after saying it. 

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“yeah, i am.”

You bite down on your lip when your vision falls to the dimly lit photo, and even though only his desk lamp is turned on you can see the focus of the image almost perfectly clear. Under his black ripped jeans is a protruding bulge, eager to jump out of the fabric it’s trapped under. You rub your thighs together, feeling the stickiness start to pool in your lower region as you stare at your screen. 

“fuck.”

“i’ll let you see more, but only if you give me reason to.” 

You know what he means, and out of desperation to see all of him you don’t hesitate to be obscene. 

“i like it when my hair is pulled until it hurts, when i’m forced to drop on my knees and gag on them until i cry.” 

“fuck, keep going.” 

“when they thrust it in all in one go, and choke me with their dick because it’s so far down my throat. it turns me on.” 

You start touching yourself, flipping onto your back on the bed and gliding a hand past the hems of your shorts to your wet folds. You mewl when you swivel your fingers around your clit, but your lustful daze is interrupted when you hear something past the thin barrier of your room. You can hear it perfectly, the groaning and choked growls of your roommate. You grab at your phone that you’ve set down, lazily typing with your free hand as you chuckle. 

“are you jacking off?” 

There’s a few minutes of silence, the occasional quiet moan making it through your wall and playing like music to your ears. You don’t know what exactly Yoongi’s doing until you get a message from him, but this time it isn’t a picture or a text. 

video received.

Your breath hitches when you click on the attachment, gasping because the sight of the boy clamping down on the white cloth of his t-shirt and sweating so profusely makes you drenched to the point of being unbearable. You’re not even halfway through the thirty second video before you hear him groaning so clearly, the camera panning out to reveal his enlarged cock in his pumping hand. His length is veiny and standing up from the zipper of his pants, foreskin slick with pre-cum as his knuckles drip with his own juices. His slit is a furious shade of red, and you can tell by the way he’s moving his hand so desperately against his dick that he’s dangerously close to cumming. He slows down by the end though, as if to savor his high for later as he works on just palming himself. 

“oh my god.” 

“i’m so close y/n.” 

You replay the attachment over and over, looping on when he moves his wrist fiercely and starts whining, and god does it turn you on when you hear the faintest sound of your name roll off his tongue as he pleasures himself. The noises he makes are almost feral to a point, and before you can slide a finger in yourself you hear a loud slap behind the head of your bed. 

“Christ Y/N, please come over already.”

You can tell he’s pressed up on his side of the wall, and without second thought you tumble from your sheets and rush to your door. You walk out and step into the dark hallway, knocking on his door with three loud hits of your fist. Instantly it whips wide open, and you don’t realize what happening until you hear a slam behind you and you’re pushed down harshly to your knees. You look up at the boy who’s staring you down with hooded eyes, his hands grabbing a fistful of your hair as he presses the tip of his naked cock against your lips. 

“You like that, hm?” He asks, saying it with rasp because he’s so fucked out from edging himself for so long. His lubricated head smears against your skin as he takes his length in his hand and smacks it around your face. “Let me fuck your mouth.” 

The second you part your lips he forces his erection down the expanse of your throat, a loud groan filling the air as he starts pounding in and out of you until your cheeks are being stuffed full. Yoongi is satisfied at the filthy sight of you gagging for oxygen, giving no care when tears start forming in your eyes because he knows you’re enjoying the feeling. 

“Shit, fuck I’m close,” he yells out, throwing his head back as he works himself in your hot cavern. 

You look up at him, saliva coating the sides of your lips and his dick as he pulls tightly at your strands. You relax yourself, allowing him to drill inside of you when the sting on your head starts getting painfully pleasurable. You beat your fists against his clothed thighs and swallow purposely so you can tighten around him and milk him of his seeds. 

“Fuck!” 

Your efforts don’t go to waste when bitter-sweet fluid starts spurting down your throat, milky white strings filling your mouth and dribbling from your lips as he yanks your hair roughly with an obscenely loud groan. You’re gasping for breath when he pulls out, beads of sticky warm cum trickling down your chin and soiling your black top. 

Yoongi smiles upon seeing you and pants harshly, stuffing himself back in his underwear as he zips his jeans up. You look like an absolute wreck, falling against his crotch and coughing for air. He takes a knee and lifts his shirt up to clean your face, sighing in content when he leans in to lick off the juices from your mouth and you opt in to steal a quick kiss. 

“Wanna let me help you with your little problem?” He raises his brow, nudging toward the obvious damp spot at the bottom of your shorts. “I mean... even if you don’t have a hand fetish, I can still show you a good time.” 

You shake your head and wobble to your feet, wiping the tears off your wet cheeks and smirking at him. He stands up with you, and he attempts to hold you up when you’re close to falling over because you’re so hazy. You manage to gain your composure though.

“We can save some fun for next time,” you chuckle out, voice hoarse and still recovering from the harsh treatment it received. “I think I’d rather be sleeping right now.” 

Yoongi turns his head toward the digital clock on his desk: 3:00AM. Shit, you both have classes tomorrow, and not to mention that he should be working on his song right about now so he can turn it on time. 

“Next time?” He hums approvingly. “I’ll take that deal.” 

You both smile at each other, and you almost can’t believe you just let Min Yoongi fuck your mouth into oblivion when you turn around to stumble out of his room. You don’t mind doing this, letting him have his way with you; because you would be lying if you said that the blowjob you just gave him won’t leave you hot and bothered for days on end. As you fall onto your bed in exhaustion you feel a vibration under your body, and you pull your phone out from under your hip to look at the text message with a small grin.

“goodnight y/n.”

You roll your eyes, typing swiftly against the keyboard before you finally fall into deep slumber. 

“goodnight yoongi.” 

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Masterlist

Hana here, I have only three fics out right now but might as well post this before the links in my description start piling up haha. I’ll tag the other members later when I end up writing for them >.<

Personal Favorites -  ❤️

All fics are in chronological order under each member, top being most recent and bottom being the oldest.  

Last updated on - 3/24/18

Upcoming Fics Masterlist

📹 Jeon Jungkook

En Rose | Oneshot (M) - fluff, angst, smut, 6.1k. ❤️

Adam and Belle | Oneshot (M) - fluff, smut, angst, 14k.

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📷 Kim Taehyung

n/a

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🍡 Park Jimin 

Home Run | Oneshot (M) - non-canon prequel to a future fic called “Batter Up” -  fluff, smut, 4.8k.

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📖 Kim Namjoon

Bookworm | Drabble (M) - smut, fluff, 1.9k

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☀️ Jung Hoseok 

n/a

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🎹 Min Yoongi

A Little Help | Oneshot (M) - smut, 2k.

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🍲 Kim Seokjin

n/a

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Home Run | Oneshot (M)

=> You spend your Saturday night nursing your best friend Jimin back to health after he takes a beating off the field, but what happens when one thing leads to another and you end up on top of him?

genre: fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst. college baseball! and possesive! jimin x you. this is supposed to be a (non-canon) prequel to my upcoming fic, “Batter Up,” but i’m not very sure if i’ll get around to finishing it anytime soon. for now this fic will do. 

warnings: explicit and adult themes, name calling, depictions of blood and slight violence. note that Seoul National University is an actual place, and Busan National is also a place, but i do not claim to be an expert on it so take my depictions with a grain of salt. 

date posted: 3/23/18 EST

word count: 4.8k

note: woah guys 300 notes on my second fic! that’s sick, considering i haven’t written in such a long time <3 thanks everyone.

“And the crowd goes wild!” 

The stands full of girls scream as the boy decimates the ball out of the field with a powerful swing, polished maple wood echoing loudly as it impacts with the whirring orb of leather that’s daring to chase past him. He doesn’t hesitate to sprint when he drops the bat, whizzing past panicked players waiting for their teammates to grab the ball that’s been brutally hit out of the diamond. It’s not even twenty seconds before he reaches home base, his team that’s behind the fences howling loudly while they shake the metal in encouragement. 

“That’s number ninety-five’s fifth home-run this game! The Seoul National Lions are beating out the Busan National Hyenas by twenty points!”

You stand up with the crowd that’s chanting the boy’s number with triumph and glee, a proud grin creeping to your face as he gives a charismatic smile under his royal blue cap when he spots you on the bleachers. He gives a subtle and shy wave towards your direction, and unbeknownst to the others around you they scream out of instinct because they think that the beloved player is giving attention to his fangirls. He does the little gesture every home run he hits, always waving towards wherever you’re sitting; while everyone else takes it as a homage to his growing fan-base, you get to secretly enjoy his little acknowledgement to his biggest supporter of all. 

Everyone else calls him the famous and cherished number 95 of Seoul National, but you only know him as Park Jimin. 

He isn’t just the player who’s MVP every game for the country’s most known college baseball team, not just the brisk and unenthusiastic baseball captain that spends more time intimidating boys and girls rather than speaking; he’s the sweetest person you think you’ve met in your life, and that’s more than likely the reason you’ve kept him around since you’ve been five years old. You brought out the best in him, and he brought out the greatest side of you. 

You admit that it wasn’t easy to be friends with Jimin at first, because just like his treatment toward everyone else he had acted cold and distant when you finally mustered up the courage to speak to him. It’s like it was almost yesterday when you sat with him in the corner of the room during playtime and offered to share letter blocks with him, for which he quickly rejected and called you- in his exact words- ‘an icky girl.’ Of course you initially cried because it was probably the worst insult you’ve heard by then, and even though you didn’t want to confess to your teacher that he was the one that made you shed tears- she forced it out of you, and he was then banished to a time out in a chair during the rest of playtime while also giving a half-assed apology. 

At first you thought Jimin hated you for snitching on him, and after he had done his timeout he had come up to you voluntarily at the end of the day. You could tell he was about to say something nastier than before when he looked at you in annoyance, but upon glancing at the dried tear stains that were trailing down your face he had swallowed down his words and bit his tongue. His face had melted into guilt and pity, and he’d put a comforting hand on your shoulder while the other was gripping tightly against his small knapsack, ‘I’m... sorry, Y/N,’ you recalled him saying, and at the time you found sentiment and sincerity in the fact he remembered your name so clearly. 

Park Jimin not only happily shared toys with you after that, but now he doesn’t even hesitate to split half his bed with you on days where you’re too lazy to walk back to your own. He’s everything you could’ve asked for in a guy. 

It’s too bad though, because you wonder if the Best Friend title is really a heartwarming or heartbreaking name for you now. 

You remember your senior year when Jimin had plopped down in the spot next to you on his bed, thanking you giddily for going with him to prom because he didn’t want to seem like a total embarrassment in front of his high school ex. That night he had held your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours like you two always do, but that was the first time you think you ever fell in love with him. The platonic gesture turned into something romantic for you, because that moment you had stared into his eyes while he was wearing a tux and you a dress that he had hand-picked for you; you saw something inside of there you think you’d never noticed before, a type of love and affection you never allowed yourself to feel when looking into him. 

And here you are in junior year of college still crushing on him madly, and you’re starting to wonder how much longer you can take before he starts to notice you’re falling head over heels for him.

“So, was that good or was that good?” 

The boy smirks as you lay your hand against his chest and dab the towel against his temples, and you punch him in the arm as he chokes on the water he’s gargling out of the plastic bottle. He purses his moist lips, whining when he rubs the sore spot as you’re both standing in the middle of the locker room, in the corner and away from his twenty four teammates who are celebrating the win among themselves. 

“I’ll say that was terrible, Mr. Cocky,” you tease, and as you do he crosses his arms and turns his head away to prevent you from wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Are you pouting at me, Park Jimin?”

“Maybe,” he says coldly, but you only chuckle as you lean over to dry the droplets on his tan skin. “But I appreciate you for coming out tonight.”

“Like I do every game?” 

He smiles sweetly as you run your thumbs over the grains of dirt against his plump cheeks, the most prominent feature about him in your own personal opinion. You remember at one point he’d grown unbearably skinny when his friends made fun of him in eighth grade, jokingly mocking his face that didn’t have much of a jawline than it did have baby fat. No one knew why Jimin was out of school for a week, but you knew the hurt in his eyes even though everyone else didn’t take it so seriously. Out of worry you had dropped off boxed lunches you packed yourself outside his door every morning during the days he didn’t appear to be at the bus stop, and even though he was supposed to be in bed most of the time because of his nutrition deficiency he always found a way to sneak out and drop the emptied boxes back off at your porch with a little hand-drawn heart on a note. After being nursed back to health by you, you’d never seen him miss a meal ever since then- even when he tried out for baseball in high school and had to go through intense conditioning. 

“MVP Chim! Drinks are on us tonight,” his mint haired friend says behind him, slapping his back. “You can bring your little uh- girlfriend.” 

You choke. “I’m not his-”

“Now what kind of captain would I be if I didn’t buy my team the drinks, Yoongi?” Your whisper is cut off when he whips around and puts his hands on your shoulders, eyes bright and sparkling. “Wanna celebrate with me and the five guys tonight?” 

He grins as you nod instantly, just like all the other times he’s asked the same thing after winning every game since the ninth grade. He sweeps you up in a hug and swings you around, but the feeling of oblivion ends almost instantly when a tall and lanky figure approaches the two of you.

“Hey, Park!” 

Jimin sets you down onto the floor, face twisting in confusing as he whirs around to look at the taller male who’s looking beyond furious. You start to notice who it is: the captain of the opposing baseball team he played against tonight. 

“Taehyung? How did you-” 

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before a fist lands on his face, the latter heaving in anger as you gasp and the room goes completely silent. You watch as the boy in front of you swipes his thumb over his suddenly bloodied lip, chuckling in disbelief as the red starts to swell on his jaw. 

“I was counting on winning this game to get laid tonight!” 

Jimin clenches his knuckles, standing in front of you to keep from seeing the oncoming fight that’s about to ensue. “You fucking serious, Kim? Starting a fight and risk being banned for the season because you don’t get the thots you wanted?” He asks mockingly, and in response the opposing male swings at him again.

A hand interjects to stop the fist driving towards his face before he can skillfully dodge it. “That’s enough number thirty!” The eldest in the room interjects. “Our leader has no quarrels with a captain like you Taehyung; now leave before we tell your coach!” 

“Stay out of my damn way, Jin,” Jimin hisses at his older friend. “This doesn’t concern you!” 

You stop him when he charges his fist, and you’re already pushing your way in front as you look at him with pleading eyes. “You’ll get banned too, don’t do it,” you beg. “I don’t like it when you fight, Minnie.” 

He melts at the nickname as you take his coiled fist and wrap your two hands around it, and almost instantly the nails digging into his palms start to ease itself off from his creased skin. His puffed chest falls back down to its original position, and he sighs as he pulls you to his side and death glares the boy standing across from him. 

“I’ll see you in a few months,” he growls. “And I’ll beat your ass even harder than today.” 

The male only yells in response but is stopped by the eldest who pushes harshly on his chest. He’s held back against the lockers as you two escort yourselves out, his screams echoing in promise and despair. 

“This isn’t over, Park!” 

.

.

“He landed a good hit on you, didn’t he?” You ask him with a raised brow, watching as he digs his head into the mattress of his bed and chuckles in pain. 

“Yeah, and it sure as hell took a look of effort to not fuck his shit up.” 

You laugh as you apply the band-aid to the broken skin on his cheek, patting the wet towel softly against his busted lip as he winces in pain. You try to hold him down when he’s flinching too much, and Jimin pushes your arm away as he takes a moment to recover from the pain.

“I can tell this Taehyung guy is going to be trouble the next time he comes around,” he groans deeply, tongue shooting out to swipe the forming scab.

“You, worried? That’s cute,” you reply, leaning forward in desperate attempt to clean the excess blood spread across his lips. “H- hold still!” You scold him. 

You squeal when you fall on top of him, and just as you’re about to knee his gut he holds you up with his arms and keeps you from doing so. You’re practically straddling him by then, but strangely he doesn’t mind the position when he lets go and allows you to flop against his chest. He has his arms wrapped around you, and even though you and Jimin have shared touches that have seemed more than friendly before- this is a new one.

“By the way Y/N... I-” he starts, clearing his throat.

His voice turns suddenly sincere, a very rare occurrence even in your sixteen years knowing him. Entangling his legs with yours, he sighs sadly as your cheeks grow hot at the close contact.

“I know you don’t like seeing me fight, I’m sorry.” 

“Uh- Uhm Jimin, you’re kind of-” 

“I was going to tell you something tonight, in private and away from the boys while they’re too drunk to care,” he confesses softly. “But then that stupid Taehyung kid ruined my pretty face.” 

You freeze up in his arms when he puts a hand on the back of your neck and makes you lean down to nuzzle against his skin, his head laying atop your head as he soothes your back with soft strokes. He enjoys the moment of silence before you lift your head from his collar, gulping as you stare into the sea of lost stars in his brown orbs. 

“Jimin?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You like me, don’t you?” 

It’s his turn to clam up, but he doesn’t hesitate to answer when he holds you tight and flips you around on the bed. You land below him as he hovers his face above yours, eyes searching your own when he pins your wrists down. 

“Yeah, I do,” he says softly. “Am I going crazy, Y/N? Ever since that night at prom... I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, it’s almost like my ex never existed.” 

You almost laugh in disbelief at his confession. 

All these years you and Jimin fell for each other at the exact same time but have yet to say anything. All those times where he wasn’t looking, and all those times where you weren’t looking, you’ve both made googly eyes at each other since that day of the dance. 

You start to realize why he’s been more strict on rejecting girls these past three years, almost as if he has had no intention of ever dating again; you assumed it was because his first and only girlfriend had cheated on him, and he was either too devastated to look at another girl or skeptic enough to not be trusting someone else with his heart. Either way, each possibility meant you would never win over his affection, and all this time you’ve thrown yourself into self pity and one night stands whenever he would reject high-profile cheerleaders and girls you’ve never even thought to compare yourself to. 

But all along, there was nothing to compare to.

“You’re such an idiot,” you chuckle, “I’m such an idiot.”

The boy looks at you confused, and for a moment he thinks you’ve rejected him until you wrap your arms around his neck and push him closer towards your face until you’re both kissing. His lips fit perfectly against yours, almost like pieces of a puzzle that have been yearning to reconnect for an eternity. 

You’ve never seen Park Jimin blush so hard before, but you think the shade of dark rogue looks breathtaking on the mochi cheeks you’ve always been in love with. 

“Of course I like you. I’ve liked you ever since prom, too.” 

You both pull away breathless, and he groans at the fact as he puts his forehead onto yours and interlocks fingers. “God, aren’t we both stupid,” he laughs sadly. “And here I thought that I was the only one who had a confession that’s been long overdue.” 

You laugh with him, sad yet relieved sounds of glee as you both melt into each other’s arms and hold tight onto one another like there’s no tomorrow. It’s almost like a dream when you two look in each other’s eyes, and just to make sure it’s all a reality you run your thumb over the band-aid on his cheek, trailing to the red spot at the end of his lips that has seized to bleed. 

“What now?” You ask of him.

He takes a long time looking at you, as if hesitant on his next course of action. When he makes up his mind he looks determined though, and he dives down to bury his face into your collar. The innocent atmosphere has suddenly dissipated when you feel the moistness of his lips move along your neck, and you gasp as he grazes his teeth along and leaves damp trails all over. 

“This.” 

Jimin starts sucking at your supple skin, and out of surprise you yelp but you’re helpless to stop his attack when he holds you down and kitten licks at the blooming marks he starts to make. He growls in satisfaction at the submissive gesture when you crane over to allow him to explore the expanse of your neck, a sign for him to continue as you give in to the abrupt and overwhelming pleasure. 

“All those times you tried applying makeup to those hickeys on your neck,” he starts huskily, nibbling harder on your bruising skin as he sighs in content, “I could see all of it, and it fucking hurt imagining you with someone else.” 

“T- they never meant anything,” you hitch out, gasping when he sucks especially hard on your sweet spot. 

“Damn right they never meant anything,” he snarls, “because I’ll make sure I’ll be the only one that matters when I’m done with you.” 

It turns you on that he’s suddenly seeming so possessive, a needy moan finally tumbling out of your mouth when you feel a hardness dig into your thigh. He’s turned on too, and you couldn’t blame him because the mere thought of being in such an intimate position is so heavenly that you’re already a whining mess under him. 

You feel him pull away when you manage to whimper out his name through your hitched breaths, eagerly pulling at the hems of his sweatpants as you palm his erection through the fabric material. You observe the way he throws his head back at your desperation, hands wrapping around your wrist when you start fondling him through the layers. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he pants. 

You watch silently as he peels off his sweaty jersey in almost record timing, your mouth agape in small mewls as he reveals the toned muscles on his chest and the biceps he’s developed over the years. You remember at one point he’d complained about being unbearably sore after practices when he first started playing baseball, and you have to admit that seeing such a different side of the usually sweet and innocent boy doesn’t fail to disappoint when you run your hand down the base of his conditioned body. 

“Your turn.”

You don’t hesitate to throw off your white top, and you’re surprised yourself that you did it so confidently when he hasn’t seen your body in years. The last time you’ve went to the beach with Jimin was a lifetime ago in elementary school, but you almost know immediately that he’ll enjoy seeing you bare no matter what when he soothes your sides in encouragement. 

You’re not wrong about your assumptions when the boy smiles and bites his lip, hands gliding down to your naked breasts as he squeezes them tentatively.  “No bra? That’s naughty of you,” he hums. “But I admit, that means I won’t have to rip anything off.” 

“Ngg, Jimin,” you muffle through your clamped lip. 

When he notices you’re enjoying the way he’s fondling you, he takes it a step further and sweeps down to suck hard on the tips. Your nipples stiffen as he devours them, and he groans in content when you pull at the strands of his black locks until the point it almost stings. 

“I need you inside me,” you whine. “Please Jimin.” 

He pops his mouth off your tits with a smirk, wiping at the saliva on his lips as he hooks the waistband of his pants and pulls at it agonizingly slow. 

“You’re going to have to beg more, sweets,” he demands, a lustful tone taking over his voice as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. “Tell me exactly what you want.” 

You almost cry out because you’re so impatient, thighs rubbing together as the slickness of your juices leak out of your lower region. What makes it worse is that he starts playing with your clit through your shorts, humming at the wetness that’s seeping through the cloth. 

“I want you to fuck me so hard until I’m crying for more,” you confess breathlessly, “I want you to cum all over my stomach and paint me until you make me yours.” 

“Fucking Christ,” he gasps. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” 

You moan at the harshness of the name, responding by opening your legs wider as he flips you over onto all fours and yanks your shorts and panties down all at once. Jimin almost cums just looking at how wet you are already, your hole waiting for him to enter as he watches the lips of your pussy ooze with arousal. He lands a slap against your ass as you jolt forward into the sheets, muffling your sigh of pain and pleasure as he rubs two fingers against the base of your clit. 

It isn’t long before you hear him pulling down the fabric of his sweats, your chest pulsing with nervousness at the slick sounds of him pumping his cock behind you. He groans when he pushes just past the barrier of your lips, tip hitting against your entrance as he pulls a ponytail from your hair. 

“Ready?” 

You nod into the pillow that you dig your face in, and you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into until he sinks all the way inside you in one go and you yelp at the intrusion. He’s stretching you out so perfectly that you both can’t help but gasp, and to keep you from squirming around too much Jimin pulls at your strands and growls to keep you still, letting you know that another move will be a swift slap to your already reddening cheek that he struck earlier. 

You can’t believe what’s happening when you feel him start to drive in and out of you, pace picking up for each thrust of his hips as the sounds of each other’s slapping skins bounce off the walls like bolts of lightening; your best friend is inside of you, making love to you for lack of a better phrase. You would’ve never thought that such a raw position would entail nothing but an emotionless fuck, but for some reason he makes the act endearing and soft when he soothes his other hand down your back that’s not holding your hair hostage, fingers trailing along your body as he whispers every synonym of ‘beautiful’ he could think of. The gesture is almost enough to make your heart melt-- almost, because the animalistic way he’s pounding into you at the same time makes you lose any train of thought after the fact. 

“Do you like this, hm?” He hums at you, letting go of your hair in the process so he can take pleasure in pinning your hand down with one of his own while he uses the other to put under the base of your stomach, holding you up because you’re close to collapsing completely against the bed. “Your knees are trembling,” he laughs sweetly, and just the fact that he’s suddenly acting so innocent and caring makes every feeling inside of you burst into undying lust yet overwhelming love for the boy.

“Jimin,” you whine his name, feeling him drill into you particularity hard when you say it. “Faster please,” you cry out.

You almost sob from the pleasure when he starts going at an obscene speed, breathy moans falling from his mouth and into your ear as you start convulsing around his cock. He’s still holding you up when you’re completely wrecked and going limp, and you’re desperate for your orgasm at this point as the knot grows tighter inside of you and your limbs go numb. Jimin’s hitting against you harder than ever, shotgun blasts that are seemingly endless as he presses his body together tightly with yours.

“Say you’re mine,” he demands suddenly, “Say that you’ll never be with anyone else, that you won’t let anybody else ever touch you like this unless it’s me.” 

The plea is said with a growl, but deep inside you can hear the insecurity in his voice when he says it. And even though he hasn’t slowed down at all to seize your whimpers, you finally manage to indulge in his command with sincerity when you swallow down your sounds.

“I’m yours,” you croak, “I’ll always be yours.” 

Jimin lets out a loud groan at your answer, not hesitating to continue thrusting himself inside of you as you both approach the edge of your highs and shake against each other in desperation. In a last ditch effort he chases the euphoria building inside him, using the the last of his strength to give devastating pounds as he grabs your hips and claws at them until they make beautiful crescents on your skin.

“Jimin!” 

You cry when you cum around him, slicking his cock up with your juices as you clench unbearably tight and sob his name in loud chants. You feel him trembling when you suck him in during your orgasm, and with every bit of effort he has he pulls out of you and flips you onto your back so he can pump himself furiously to the sight of your wrecked body and contorted features. 

“Fuck, fuck.” 

Jimin moans loudly when he cums, shooting out string after string of sticky ivory beads onto your upper half as it coats your awaiting skin. The milky fluid lands all over your breasts, the last bits of his high dribbling out of his red tip and landing on your thighs and clit. He throws his head back once he opens his eyes and gets to fully observe the mess he’s painted with his seeds, mouth agape at the masterpiece you so begged for him to create earlier. He dips two fingers into the concoction that’s made of your juices and the leftovers of his ejaculation on your inner thighs, allowing you to lap up the mixture off his digits when he leans forward to put it against your lips. 

“God, I fucking love you.” 

The confession is nothing but sincere when he takes his jersey off the floor and starts cleaning you, and you smile when he throws the dirty cloth to the side so he can lean down for a chaste kiss. You happily accept his lips and fall deep into the intimacy, wrapping your arms around his neck as he caresses your sides.  

“I love you too, Park Jimin.” 

The boy smiles back at you, and as you watch him collapse in the spot next to yours he pulls you into his chest and entangles his limbs with your own. He sighs with content, playing with the locks of your hair as you look up at his beaming features and sooth your hand against the band-aid on his cheek. The aftereffects of Taehyung’s punch is starting to show, and even though it breaks your heart to see him hurt you can’t help but thank the guy for doing it so you and Jimin would both end up back at his dorm. If not for the fact you both wouldn’t be in this position right now, cuddling each other and grinning like idiots. 

“So... You really meant it?” He asks amidst the silence, raising his brow as you snap out of your thoughts.

“Meant what?”

“That you won’t get together with anyone else,” he says, “that you’ll always be mine.” 

You lift your lips when his eyes start to shake, and for the first time in your life you’re seeing Park Jimin in such a vulnerable position where his heart is wide open for you to enter. You feel almost sad though at the same time, because he looks so broken and damaged and you know that there’s going to be a lot to fix when you walk inside. 

You don’t want to wait any longer to walk inside. 

Because just like him you’ve waited three years to be loved. You’ve waited three years for your best friend to turn into something more, and damn you if you don’t take the opportunity now. You’re dead set on being with him until the end, and you know by the way he’s opening up the gates to his heart that he already loves you with all of his soul and being. 

You don’t hesitate to dive in so you can capture his lips with yours, kissing him with fire and passion as the puzzle that is your mouths finally join together into one single piece. He’s breathless when you pull away, and with a reassuring smile you put a hand on his bare chest, against his rapidly beating heart.

You’ve never played a single game of baseball in your life, but you think the closest thing to a home-run you’ve ever scored is being able to love the single most beautiful boy on the planet.  

“Of course, Jimin,” you say softly. “Of course I meant it. I meant all of it.”

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Burn The Stage: Special Trailer

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HEY HI YOU SEEM AMAZING AND IK U SAID HANA WASN'T YOUR REAL NAME BUT IT IS MINE AND IM SO HAPPY ILY ❤❤

AH YEAH HANA’S A HELLA PRETTY NAME. 

When I first heard it in ‘Wolf Children’ (which is funny, because that movie inspired me to make Adam and Belle and really fall in love with the supernatural love cliche) I was quite literally so drawn by the name that I couldn’t resist. Researching about it, I knew it meant ‘Flower,’ in Japanese. It’s pronounced Ha(as in laughing) and Na(as in the last syllable of banana); and since I absolutely adore flowers and could stare at them forever, I found that I couldn’t pick a better alias to go by. 

I’m personally not Japanese, but I do know a lot of the culture through reading up about it (going to Tokyo in a few years). I’m east/southeast Asian though ^-^

Thanks for the message!

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Future Works in Progress (BTS)

Hello friends, I’m a bit happy people enjoyed my first two pieces on here considering I haven’t written in awhile. I’m pretty grateful to say the least, the last time I’ve written for Tumblr was more than two years ago when I was starting out with writing in general. Glad to be back with a new blog! In case the title of my blog is confusing, I go by the name Hana. Not my real name, but I prefer to be called as so when addressed.

Anyways, here are the works I’m planning on so far. Their release dates aren’t determined, and let me emphasize that fact because these fics may come out really late compared to when I tease them. But since I’m almost dead set on doing most of these pieces I’m deciding to share them while I take my time on working on them. I’ll state whether I’m in the midst of writing a specific piece or they’re in their prompt stage!

Jimin:

Title: Batter Up | Oneshot (M)

=> “Batter up, asshats.”

Jimin hasn’t liked sharing you with anyone ever since he’s been in kindergarten, so when his seemingly non-existent relationship with you is endangered by a rival baseball team whose leader has you in his sights, the boy doesn’t hesitate to put his best foot forward to try beating Kim Taehyung and his band of minions. Though, will the reputation of the infamous and cold hearted baseball captain be able to collide peacefully with that of the campus’ most giddy and warm pianist? 

genre: angst, fluff, smut. college baseball! and friends with benefits! jimin x you. warnings: language progress: writing has halted, expected 7k - 12k or possibly a little more. 

Jungkook:

Title: 1-800/1-800-273-8255/Do You Feel Alive? | Series (M and T) 

=> Jungkook is too long gone to be able to go back to his old life of an archer serving royalty, the same life he took away by stabbing himself with his own blade after witnessing his parents’ swift executions. He’s forever hexed by the God of Death after being resurrected centuries later, an almighty being that calls upon the dead to do his dirty work in exchange for immortality but an agonizingly lonely and lost life. But what happens when he accidentally reveals himself to a girl he’s been watching his whole twenty-two years back from the dead- the same girl who can pull the sword out of his chest and cure him of his eternal curse so he can finally rest in peace?

genre: angst, some fluff, eventual smut. reaper! jungkook x you. concepts loosely based off the popular korean show Goblin, and obviously off of the song ‘1-800-273-8255′ by Logic. warnings: violence, death, depictions of suicide. progress: a prompt, but i’ll get to it eventually. the first part will probably be between 4k - 8k. 

Hoseok:

Title: How Do You Like It? | Oneshot (M)

=> You decide that Jung Hoseok is the most smug and annoying twenty-year old guy you’ve met when you have to work alongside him and his minister father for bible studies at your local church. But unbeknownst to the the two of you, you would both cross paths again in a compromising situation when mind-numbing curiosity on a Saturday night makes you hire ‘Hope,’ a male hooker who’s famously praised for his sex appeal and kinky tendencies. 

genre: smut, fluff. prostitute! hoseok x you. based off the really subtle yet kinky song 'How Do You Like it’ by Jynjo. warnings: thigh riding, cum play, bondage, name kink, food play. it’s quite literally sinful. progress: prompt, but i think i’m probably the most excited to start writing this one. expect a good 10k, give or take. 

Taehyung: 

Title: Bite Me | (Possibly) Series (M)

=> When your wizard parents take you out of public school and throw you in an academy located deep inside a magical forest, you think you couldn’t possibly complain about something more in your life; and then you meet Kim Taehyung, the leader of the most popular clique in the School of Supernatural Arts. He’s arrogant, nonchalant, and has every trait in a person you would think to hate-- but that’s only what the rumors say. So when Taehyung has to tutor you on a Potions exam, will what everyone says about him become a reality? 

genre:  fluff, smut, maybe angst depending on if it’s a series or not? tutor! taehyung x you.  warnings: depictions of blood, cock worshipping, spanking, edging and orgasm denial.  progress: prompt, and this one i’m most unsure about the details- maybe it might turn out to be a oneshot. expecting 5k - 8k.

=> “The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.”

“A thing that you see in my pictures is that I was not afraid to fall in love with these people.”

- Andy Warhol, Annie Leibovitz.

genre: angst, smut, fluff (if you squint), just plain sad. taehyung x you. warnings: sensitive subjects such as illness, depictions of blood, mature. progress: writing as of 3/31/18, will be the first fic to come out before any of these other ones.

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En Rose | Oneshot (M)

=> Jungkook likes staring at the girl who always rings into the store to buy pink daisies, but what happens when he runs out and can’t repay you for the money he already put into the broken cash register?

genre: fluff, good amount of angst, smut. flower shop! jungkook x you

warnings: sexual themes, extreme softness. 

word count: 6.1k

date posted: 3/14/18 EST

note: my first story did decently okay for having no following! long fics with the ‘bittersweet life’ theme are not my strongest suit- and considering i haven’t written seriously for an audience in almost two years (making my writing abysmally rusty in that fic), i’m glad at least 200 people took the time to appreciate Adam and Belle a little bit. cheers to more stories! sorry this is another jungkook fic, but i’ve had so much more ideas with him lately ^^

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There’s something absolutely heavenly about the strong scent of jasmines and roses that surround him on the daily. 

Jungkook didn’t know selling flowers inside a store would ever be his dream job, but here he is doing the midnight shift his boss was so desperate to give out when no one else would take it. With the addition of a few extra dollars, he’s giddy that he gets to spend more time admiring the amazing beauty of the place at night. He’s always loved gardens ever since he lived around them as a child, contrary to the boys in school who always ridiculed his passion and liked to pick on his sensitive sense of smell. Now a junior in college friend and three years fresh out of graduation, there’s no one to make him feel so bad about falling in love with floral plants- not like he ever felt ashamed in the first place, though. 

Who can pass up on the offer of taking the job? Beauty and the most wonderful scents in one place, and Jungkook would be foolish as to ignore the ‘Help Wanted’ sign outside the door when he was walking by it on a day out in his city hometown, Busan. As any sane person without a job would do, he went in for an interview and got accepted instantly due to the low employment, the boss soon promoting him to assistant manager upon noticing his utmost dedication. Jungkook decides that it’s one of the best decisions he’s ever made, considering he’s standing behind the counter three months later with a stupid smile still plastered on his face because he’s too busy admiring the flowers that litter the store’s space. 

Though, there is one thing that takes his mind off the awe-striking petals and healthily green stems; something that’s been here for more than a few weeks of working there. 

“Hello?” 

You.

Jungkook watches you push at the glass door and ring the bell, a little dandelion tucked behind your ear as you turn your head toward him and give a small grin. His heart instantly melts at the sight of your graceful face being illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows, and he sighs lovingly as he props himself on his elbow and buries his palm into his cheek. 

“Oh, you again? Your name’s Jung… kook, right?” You ask, laughing sweetly as he nods. “You’ve been here since forever, you’re the best.” 

You’re cool Jungkook, you’re cool. Act cool.

“Yes, and you’re Y/N!” He beams at you, his voice echoing in the small shop as he blushes pink at the realization of his loudness. “Sorry… I drank a lot of energy drinks to work this shift.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. 

You only hum at him while walking yourself through the shop, too infatuated in the pretty bouquets of roses in the glass vases as he excuses himself from behind the counter. He trails behind you, watching you run your fingers softly over the red petals of the floral arrangement. 

“So, looking for anything special Y/N?” 

You shake your head and smile, turning around to look behind him at the closed door. He turns around to see what you’re looking at, and he nods knowingly at your gesture. 

“Pink daisies, like the usual?” He asks and looks at the empty space where they’re supposed to be. “Seems like we ran out on the display. I’ll go in the back.” 

You nod and put the five-dollar bill in his palm, and Jungkook winks playfully at you as he quickly retreats to the register on the counter to count the money and cash it in. He pulls out keys to unlock the door behind him, and he disappears into the large room containing pots of soil and heat lamps. 

“Honeysuckles, daffodils, orchids and…” He stops at the half bloomed flowers, and he sighs at the sight of them. “No full-grown pink daisies, apparently.” 

“Having trouble there?”

Jungkook jumps at the voice and clutches his chest, turning around to look at you as you cock your head and smile at his reaction. “U- uhm yeah, there’s no more pink daisies…” 

He rushes out past you with a shade of red burning on his cheeks, trying to open the cash register back up to recover the bills you handed to him earlier. His breath hitches when punching the ‘open’ button doesn’t work, and he vigorously hits the machine with his fist until it becomes even more broken. Whispering in frustration, Jungkook curses under his breath.

“You’re a little bit rough there, aren’t you?” You say over his shoulder, chuckling as he freezes up at your presence.

“I kind of ran into a little bit of a problem,” he laughs nervously as he turns around, propping his palms on the marble counter and concealing the device. 

You lean over to look at the mashed register behind his arms and smile sweetly when he blushes in embarrassment, watching as his black locks fall over his doe eyes. You decide he looks absolutely beautiful the way he is, his floral-patterned shirt matching perfectly with his blue ripped jeans and supple skin. He’s stunning in a way so complex, yet the way he presents himself is so simple. 

You’re reminded why you keep going to this specific flower shop even when there’s plenty others that are much closer to your college dorms; it’s the boy who stands behind the counter all the time staring at you. You’ve secretly been catching little glances at him too, ever since you walked in one day less than a month ago to check out your favorite flowers- pink daisies. 

“Can’t get my money back, can you?” 

He looks to floor and sighs in disappointment. “Any other flowers you want? I’ll give you five extra of them for compensation?” 

You quickly shake your head, and you watch him frown in rejection as he pouts his lips. He looks disappointed and stares up at you with guilty eyes, but you have a better idea in mind. 

“Then how can I-”

“Go out and have coffee with me across the street?” 

You watch as the boy looks up in quick surprise, unbelieving of what you just said. He gulps, mouth working to put out words that you could understand. 

“Can you… repeat that?” He says quietly, and you chuckle at his bewildered response.

“I said you can repay me, by having coffee with me,” you state boldly, putting your hand on your hip as you did so. “What? Going to reject that offer? Guess I’ll have to talk to your manager in the morning and-” 

Jungkook quickly jumps, shaking his head silly. “No! Don’t do that… I- I love this job,” he murmurs.  

“I know you do. You’re cute, Jungkook.” You grin at him, grabbing his hand that fit perfectly with your own.

His face flushes into a furious red at the compliment and the sudden contact, and it’s not like Jungkook’s never held the hand of another girl or been called cute before- he’s twenty-two years old for god’s sake, but there’s something special about you that doesn’t compare to the flings and girls he’s had back in high school. He’s not usually a blushing mess around just anyone, and he almost despises himself to a point because this would go a lot smoother if he could stop being embarrassed and throw on the brisk and calm facade he usually wore when he was younger.

“Well… I guess you’re cute, too,” he says coolly back. 

You smile at his words, that damned smile that makes the butterflies go crazy in Jungkook’s stomach and his heart feel like it’s travelling a million miles a minute. He can only stand there dumbfounded because he’s hypnotized by your looks, but he’s quickly snapped out of it when you pull gently on his arm.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” You ask, dragging him away from behind the counter. “Let’s go!” 

Jungkook feels his insides flutter at your enthusiasm, and he quickly pulls out the keys in his pocket to lock the shop door on the way outside. You look almost goddess-like from the back, and he can’t help but get caught in a trance again when you pull him across the street as all the cars seize at a red light. Crowds of people surround you two as everyone rushes to cross, but he narrows his vision on you, and only you. 

It isn’t long before you two make it through the clear night skies and into the coffee shop, the scent of robusta and arabica beans filling his senses as you seat him in a booth in the corner. He grabs your wrist when you leave him there, raising his brow. 

“Wait, I’ll pay-”

You push down on his shoulder, “You saying yes is already good enough for the five dollars, now would it be polite to let you pay when I asked you out?”

Not only are you beautiful but you’re also kind, and Jungkook couldn’t ask for a sight more perfect when he watches you walk over and order the drinks. 

“I suppose not, Y/N.”  

You sit down across from him a few moments later, sliding over the plastic cup of caramel macchiato, and you with a mug of cappuccino sprinkled with chocolate powder. You don’t hesitate to press your lips against the cup and take a leisurely sip, and as you sigh with satisfaction Jungkook almost bursts out laughing. 

“You have a little something-” He puts a finger up to his upper lip as you look in confusion, your tongue swiping the wrong spot that was thick with cream as he stands up to reach over to your face. “Here, let me.” 

He rubs his thumb across the soft skin of your philtrum, wiping away the white above your lips. Unknowingly you both catch each other’s eyes while he pulls back after the act, and he gives a shy and awkward smile after he suckles the substance off his finger.

Jungkook is surprised when you slide out of your seat abruptly, taking the spot next to him as you take the white dandelion from behind your ear and hold it in front of both of your faces with two fingers. He stares as you make a circle with your mouth and blow gently at the flower’s delicate and fluffy segments, the pieces flying off and floating like fairies as the flower head and stem is the only remaining thing left of the plant. 

“What’d you wish for?” He asks shakily, gulping because you’re close enough for your bodies to be touching. 

You lift you lips at the question and lean your face closer to his, and Jungkook only watches with wide eyes when you’re so near that he can feel your breath against his. You move your head over to his ear, whispering the words so honey-like and sweet. 

“I wished for a kiss from you.”

You pull away with a coy grin and shoot your eyes away, you yourself embarrassed at your smooth attempt to flirt as he stares down at you. This time the boy isn’t nervous though, and he feels confident to a point as he puts a finger under your chin and pushes up so you both can see eye to eye. He only beams at you, before closing his eyes. 

Jungkook leans in to capture your lips with his, and he doesn’t restrain when he feels you kiss back and gently squeeze his hand that’s resting on your cheek. He tastes the sweetness of the cappuchino coffee as you both sigh in content, and it feels like an eternity of heaven before he pulls away. 

Both of your breaths are heavy, and as you reach your fingers up to run it over your lips in disbelief you wonder whether if it was all real or not. He giggles at your reaction, and he dives in to steal a quick peck on your cheek before you laugh softly along with him. 

“Wish granted.”

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La vie en rose. 

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You throw back a shot of gin, feeling the cinnamon flavored liquid give a slight burn as it travels down the expanse of your throat. The music is booming inside of the nightclub of dancing bodies and sloppy kissing, and you and the boy both look at each other under the flashing LED lights. You adjust yourself on the cushion of the stool, seeing him wait for your answer to the question.

“Truth.” You say one of the two options confidently as he smirks at you, and he downs the alcohol as he gets lost in thought. 

You and Jungkook decided that coffee shop dates for three months straight grew old, so you both agreed to have a bit more fun than usual when his college invited both of you on a wild night out. Let’s just say that you’re confident in everything but your handle of liquor, considering that you’ve only managed to swallow down two drinks so far and you’re already feeling a bit tipsy. Jungkook on the other hand, is an absolute monster. He’s drinking shots of whiskey like it’s water, and you secretly enjoy this wild side to him you never knew about as his head bobs along to the bass of the electronic music. A guy who absolutely adores flowers and is sensitive can drink like it’s nothing, and it makes him all the more enticing in your hazy mind. 

You’ve both said ‘dare’ back and forth for who knows how long now, crazy bets to do something embarrassing or scream something toward the crowd of people dancing. So far you’ve ordered him to down the strongest drink there and sing the song that’s playing extremely off tune in a random girl’s ear, for which he both went through with amusingly as you sat back and laughed. Your dares have been rather tame though, his wishes of getting a long kiss on the lips and to piggyback him while he joins the crowd and bounces up and down to the music. You admit the last was fun because you really didn’t have to do anything, but now you’re bored and tired. So without thinking you decide to change up the pace by saying ‘truth.’

“Why…” He starts, tapping his chin in thought. “Why do you like pink daises and dandelions so much?” 

You choke after you start drinking the glass of water, and you fix the white flower that became crooked behind your ear. You hum, mind buzzing as you ponder over the answer as the male stares in confusion. You frown bitterly at the thought, so instead of answering the question you think it’s a better to stumble out of your seat and slam your shot glass down. 

“Let’s have some fun first!” 

You’re pulling him to the dance-floor and practically clinging onto his neck, trying to act more drunk than you actually are to receive your get out of jail free card. Jungkook is persistent though and stops your needless grind on him as he holds your hands that’s gliding down to his chest. 

“Wait, Y/N-” 

You shut him up by slamming your lips against his, and even though he kisses back for a brief moment it doesn’t last long when he pulls away and chuckles nervously. He holds your face in his hands, squeezing your two cheeks as he looks into your eyes softly.

“What are you afraid of telling me?”

Jungkook cocks his head, and you know he’s caught you lying about having too much to drink from the way he’s looking at you through the black strands almost covering his deep-brown orbs. You shake your head and put your hands on his wrists, taking off his gentle grip on your face. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kooks,” you say nonchalant, and he sighs in return. 

“Seriously Y/N…” 

His face drops into earnest disappointment, and he almost looks sad to a point because he knows you’ve been keeping something from him ever since you both started dating. It all started the first few weeks, and up until now you’ve rarely talked about your personal life or anything outside of college and your major in art. You usually completely avoided the subject of talking about yourself all-together, and it’s mostly him who leads off with talking about his day and his annoying older brother who always unexpectedly drops by his dorm room. All the fun and wildness of the night is wiped from his face, and he only stands there in the middle of the dance-floor and watches you bite your lip.  

Out of frustration and irrational decision-making you rush away from the scene, making your way outside of the nightclub as Jungkook follows quickly behind. He’s a little irked now as he grabs your wrist, pulling you around as you groan in annoyance. 

“What the hell’s up with you, Y/N? Always avoiding talking about yourself,” he scoffs at you as you throw his hand off. 

The tears start overflowing in your glossy eyes, because the wound you’ve been desperate enough to keep closed starts to rip open again and you wonder how a fun night out in the city is suddenly a trip down your past. You turn around to hide the water trickling down your cheeks. 

“Do you not want to be with me anymore?” He asks, hurt in his voice as he falters at the thought of it. “Why can’t you just tell me! What’s wrong-” 

“My parents died!”

There’s a silence that comes with the confession.

You bury your face into your hands and cry silently, wiping your tears like the helpless child you once were that day of the terrible car wreckage you stood in front of. You have suppressed the memories of everything associated with that event for a few years now, including your whole childhood that’s been involved with your parents and the struggle you experienced trying to get over it afterward. Most of your youth was lost before and after you were twelve years old, and you cringe when you think about the last time you’ve ever had a friend that you talked to; and not even lovers have you spouted out anything about yourself, until now of course. 

“Y/N… I didn’t know…” 

“My dad’s favorite flower was white dandelions, and my mom’s was pink daises,” you explain without thought, sniffling and turning around. “White dandelion behind my ear every day,” you say tearfully, touching your lobe and pointing, “and pink daisies for when I visit them in the cemetery every week.” 

The boy doesn’t say anything and only pulls you into his arms, his heart breaking at the sight of seeing you cry for the first time. He holds you tight and rocks you around while shushing your muffled sobs, petting your hair and kissing your temples to calm you. You start to quiet down after a few moments, and you’re finally able to form words shakily. 

“Jungkook?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Truth or dare?” You ask, looking up at him while wiping your moist cheeks. 

He decides to humor you and sighs softly, helping you dry your face with his thumbs as he pecks your nose. 

“Dare.” 

You give a small smile. 

“I dare you… to make me feel better.” 

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It’s a blur on how you end up against Jungkook’s dorm room wall, but you’re happy you’re there nonetheless as you feel the wetness of his lips against your neck. You moan in content as he sucks on a particularly sweet spot along your collarbone, and he’s answering back with hums of his own when you mewl his name. 

“You’re not too drunk for this, right?” 

He watches you shake your head, and almost instantly afterward he’s putting a hand under the hems of your white tank-top and running his fingers along your stomach as he pulls the fabric over your head. His touch is cold against your burning skin, but it only intensifies your pleasure as he continues attacking your neck with kisses and nips that you’re sure will leave marks in the morning. 

Jungkook decides that the sight of you squirming under him is too beautiful to not appreciate, and in a crave to see more he squeezes your clothed breasts and watches you gasp at the sudden act. He’s satisfied with your reaction and rewards you with a passionate kiss on the lips, a guttural groan tumbling from his mouth as he feels you grind against the hardness that’s obvious through his jeans. 

“Fuck, I don’t have condoms,” he breathes harshly at the realization, hitting his forehead against the white wall behind you as he growls in frustration. 

You shake your head. “Birth control,” you say to him after recalling a terrible night with a guy you had a fling with, knowing you could never bear to handle being starved again because of a lack of preparation. You’re thankful now since you don’t have to stop touching the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re secretly happy that you haven’t had sex in awhile because everything else would be meaningless compared to this moment- to him. 

Jungkook only sighs in relief when you pull his face toward yours again, and he melts into the contact as he slides his hands down your half naked body and skillfully unclasps the black bra. He gulps at the sight of your upper half and doesn’t wait to dive in and lick at the erect tips of your breasts as he massages them, hearing you whimper loudly at the sensation.  

“You’re such a fucking turn on,” he pants as he takes off his own shirt, your mouth agape with a soft groan because you’ve never heard such a sweet mouth say something so lewd. 

Jungkook throws the article of clothing in an unknown part of the living room, smirking at the way you lick your lips at the sight of his lean muscles and toned stomach. He flexes slightly to show himself off. 

“Like what you see?”  He coos as he puts a hand under your chin so you can look at him.

“Didn’t know you exercised,” you giggle, and he grins at the adorable way you scrunch your nose- the way you always do when you laugh. 

He sweeps you off your feet and carries you in the direction of his room, and you’re both laughing each other silly when he carries you bridal and gently lays you down on his bed. He engulfs you under his body and grabs the floral-pattern sheets as he pecks you, nuzzling into your neck as he peppers it with gentle sucks. 

“I guess tonight’s the night to learn something about each other.”  

You watch him swiftly get off you while you whine, but he shushes your complaints with a kiss as he gets up to grab at something in the corner of the room. He comes back less than a minute later, a candle-lighter in hand and a triplet of small wax candles. He holds the three objects out. 

“Even though we’re both kind of smashed,” he chuckles, “this has to be special.”

Jungkook gestures you to pick between the three flower scented tapers, and as you look over your options you decide to close your eyes and point at one- Jasmine. 

“Excellent choice, miss,” he smiles, practically chucking the other two because he’s too eager to be on top of you again. 

He flicks the lighter as you both watch the tiny flame appear, and he cautiously puts the fire over the short wick as the candle flares up. As the fire burns the cotton and travels towards the wax, Jungkook puts it on the nightstand and sighs as he breathes in the sweet aroma and climbs back over you. He’s pinning your wrists to the bed, and he bites his lip because you look absolutely astonishing breaking down below him; you’re whining and whimpering, lifting your hips a little to get any type of friction through the fabric of your shorts. 

Deciding that you’re impatient, you put two fingers on his pants’ zipper while he’s too occupied with your neck that’s already marked up and pull down slowly. His breath hitches upon feeling you palm him through the opening you’ve made, and he sighs in pleasure when you stroke him through the cotton briefs.

You don’t know what’s better at this point, having Jeon Jungkook be shirtless and sweating profusely on top of you or seeing him falling apart so suddenly at your touch. You decide it’s too hard to choose, and for a taste to see him more wrecked you dig your hand past the hems of his boxers. You touch the sticky head of his length and swipe your thumb across the slit, and he throws his head back as he falls back to his knees. 

“God that feels good Y/N,” he groans huskily. “Keep going.”

You feel yourself agonizingly wet through your own shorts, but you decide to have a little fun of your own when you pull and throw away his jeans and briefs down in one fell swoop to reveal the large erection that’s been trapped. He’s harder than you expected, and as you sit up to lean down to be face to face with his lubricated head you can’t help but enjoy the way it drips with clear pearls. He tassels your hair with gentleness and draws you closer, watching you look up with an innocent look in your eyes as you kitten-lick a stripe up his leaking slit.  

“That’s so fucking hot,” he says, jumping up with a whimper when you suddenly engulf half of him.

Jungkook doesn’t act shy with his movements as you adjust to the length down your throat, pushing in little by little and watching your lips stretch the farther he goes. He thinks it’s a major turn on, seeing someone he deems so gracious and graceful with their mouth obscenely wrapped around him so voluntarily. Without thought he snaps his hips the rest of the way in, and he watches you gag and squeeze your throat around him when your nose is buried to the hilt. He enjoys the tightening feeling, petting your hair in encouragement. 

Your eyes are tearing up but you push through the urge, pulling back and pushing back forward while twisting your two hands on his slicked erection. You can tell he’s close after a few minutes of repeating the same movements, from the way the head is swelling with a deep red and how his breathing starts to become uneven. You get greedy and try to chase his high, but you’re forcefully pulled back as he leaves your mouth with a wet pop. You pout at him, and he gives a ragged breath as his chest pulses at the sight of saliva dribbling off your lips. 

“God,” he gasps, in complete admiration of how wrecked yet extraordinarily beautiful you still look. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.” 

You whine at his words. “Then what’s stopping you?” 

Jungkook responds by pinning you down and practically ripping your shorts off, a few seams ripping as he desperately tries to pull the black cloth down your ankles. Once he succeeds he groans, teeth clamping down on his soft lips as he stares at the wet spot that’s soaked itself through your underwear. He presses two fingers against the dampness and watches you squirm in pleasure.

“Please,” you plead while pressing your thighs around his hand, for which he responds with a satisfied hum. 

“You’re so adorable, I think I can get used to seeing you beg for me,” he whispers and leans down to peck your cheek.

It isn’t long before he slides the material down your legs afterward, a quick finger already prodding between your folds as he massages your clit. You bite down harshly on your lip when he inserts one finger, and soon after another once you adjust. 

“Don’t hold it in,” he demands, thrusting in his fingers further inside you as you jolt while making a sound between a moan and a surprised yelp. “I want to hear you.” 

You follow his order and start to freely enjoy the digits that are moving inside of your heat, falling apart under his hot touch as he gives a tentative lick up your clit. You’re soon pulling at his black strands until the point you think it could almost be painful, but he only hums into your lower region when you start yanking roughly. 

Jungkook continues his actions until he feels your trembling thighs around his face, and he knows to pull away when your breath starts hitching. Your complaints aren’t unnoticed when you cry out in retaliation, but he only smiles down at you when grabs his hard length and falls on his back on the mattress. He pats his thighs to entice you, and with a cute pout on your face you begrudgingly sit on his leg. 

“What are you doing?” 

He smirks at your innocent question. “Just a little something before I’m inside of you, baby.” 

You don’t get to ask further when he tenses his leg, and suddenly you’re seeing stars when his muscles dig into your folds just the right way. You jerk in surprise at the odd sensation, but you soon get used to it when he takes your hips and moves them back and forth over his muscular thigh. It’s crazy to believe that it feels better than having his fingers inside of you, and before you know it you feel yourself being lifted up by his arms. 

Jungkook positions you over his jutting and veiny length, your knees trembling as he pokes himself into your entrance and slicks his head up with your juices and his own pre-cum. He watches you cautiously as your hands cling onto his strained arms. 

“Are you ready?” He questions, chuckling softly when you nod profusely in impatience. 

“More than I’ll ever be.” 

Jungkook doesn’t wait to hear anything more, and he slides you down onto him in one swift movement of his hips and arms. A string of curses falls past both your lips, and he can’t help but dig his head back into the sheets and moan your name when your heat surrounds his length. You’re crying out in earnest, relieved that he’s finally inside of you because you’re seeing a million stars. 

It doesn’t take long before you build up a steady pace of lifting your hips and dropping back down, a heavenly sound always tumbling out of your lips when you do so. He begins to grow bored of the slow pace though, and when you start to get weaker and weaker with your movements because of the overwhelming euphoria, he takes lead and grabs onto your waist. 

“Hold on,” he warns as you fall down onto his chest, holding onto his shoulders and crying out when he starts snapping up into you. 

Jungkook believes it’s unbelievably breathtaking, the way your breasts bounce against his chest and how you’re biting into his shoulder like you’re holding on for dear life as you chant his name in hoarse and breathy whines. He continues to move your hips and jerk into you until you’re tightening around him, and by then you’re snaking your arms around his neck so hard that he believes any further will be choking him.

You prepare yourself for the waves of pleasure, and to help coax you he reaches down to massage your clit. You feel on fire at the attack on your lower region, but you don’t hesitate to chase your high when he soothes you through your whimpers. It isn’t long before you finally feel the butterflies in your stomach burst free as you go rampant over his body. Your mouth is agape as you orgasm, and even though you barely make a sound the boy can tell you’re riding your high from the way you’re furiously contracting around him. 

Jungkook follows soon after, making beautiful crescents on your hips as he groans deeply and shoots thick white ropes of his cum into your heat. Movements become slower and slower as you both ride the pleasure out, until it finally comes to a halt and he’s pulling out of you. His softened and wet muscle falls against his stomach, and he slides out of you as you’re dripping his seeds onto his skin.

“God you’re so messy,” he confesses. “But so fucking beautiful.”

He takes his length and pushes it back into you to drive the liquid back into your entrance, and a yelp of surprise falls from your mouth when he successfully does so. He smiles once he takes himself out and watches you collapse against his body, shaking due to the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. You look so peaceful against his chest, hair messy with sweat and little mewls of satisfaction vibrating against his skin.

You both interlock hands, and it feels like an eternity of heaven before something interrupts the silence.

“Woah there Kooks!” 

You scream out in embarrassment as you catch the man that’s staring at your exposed skin, hiding into the boy’s neck with an awkward smile as he quickly throws the floral sheets above your pressed bodies.

“Hyung! What the hell?” The younger screams at his older sibling, poking his head through a hole he makes in the cloth. “I thought I told you to stop coming uninvited,” he pouts and shoots daggers into the elder who’s laughing heartily. 

“Seems like my kid brother is growing up!”

Jungkook rushes up to slam the door in his brother’s face and lets out a noise of frustration, clenching his fists and shaking them in the air in silent anger. You watch him from under the sheet cloth, seeing him approach and climb to his spot back next to you with an apologetic smile.

“Have fun Kooks~” a voice chimes behind the door. 

You laugh when he swears at the male in response. “Your family is a bit interesting, huh?” 

"My parents are completely normal; Taehyung on the other hand--” he groans and slicks his hair back. “Don’t even get me started on him.” 

You giggle at his scrunched face, but suddenly you’re reminded of tonight’s previous events that lead up for this moment to even happen; you were too afraid to tell him about your own family- scratch that- your whole past. Your face contorts in guilt at the fact, and Jungkook notices how you’re feeling from the way your eyes drop and your lips start quivering.

“Something wrong, baby?” 

“You know, Jungkook,” you start. “I...”

You’re about to apologize, but then you look into his dark chocolate eyes to see that he’s staring back at you patiently. There’s not a hint of anger or grudge for your lack of honesty to him for the past few months, almost as if he completely understands even though he should be furious. There’s a reason why so many lovers and friends have cut you off, and that’s simply because you’ve seized to open your heart up to anybody after your parents’ tragic accident. 

Jeon Jungkook is the first person that waited; he’s the first person that’s continued going on dates with you even though you knew that he knew you’ve kept parts of yourself away from him. Ever since the first day you walked into the flower shop with a dandelion behind your ear and a bouquet of pink daisies in your hands, he’s always waited for you. And as you stare into the sea that is his eyes now, you can see nothing but love and affection- and patience.

You realize that Jungkook is never going to give up on you so easily like everyone else, and with that thought in mind you lean in to dig your head into his chest and nuzzle into his skin. 

Maybe opening up isn’t so bad after all.

“I love you,” you finally say. 

The boy grins in pleasant surprise at your confession because it’s the first time he’s hearing the phrase fall from your lips. He laughs like a little kid because he’s too happy that you said it, and as he does he grabs you in his arms and rolls you under him so that he can press his forehead against yours. He almost tastes the cappuccino coffee lingering on your lips from the first time you two kissed as he leans down, and he hopes he never forgets the feeling when he pulls away to look into your star-filled eyes that twinkle. 

Jungkook decides that he hadn’t seen the most beautiful flower, until he met you. 

“And I love you, Y/N.”