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Burnouts, Booze, and Babes

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold] Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung Word Count: 32.850 Rating: M Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink A/N: @blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!

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The Take-Home Test [reader x namjoon]

[ PART 2 DRABBLE ]

I would like to thank all of you who endured my #the writing namjoon smut chronicle and sent me nice messages and were just generally perfect and I am so anxious and so sorry if this is a huge letdown and this was originally a drabble request (LOL!) but I guess I am only capable of writing weird shit so here we go!!!!!!

Rated M for explicit sexy stuff, Kim Namjoon, D/s themes, language, Kim Namjoon, a really uncommon fetish (really), Kim Namjoon, and Kim Namjoon. 

Word count: 11.3k

College!AU, in which your mission to deliver homework to Kim Namjoon goes very, very, wrong. 

Class came to a close twenty minutes early, and everyone in the room cheered. The sounds of binders and papers shuffling into backpacks followed by zippers and chairs dragging against the tile filled the air, and the professor laughed and wished everyone a happy holidays.

“____, can I borrow you for a moment?”

…Except you.

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neighbour | jjk

{ neighbour!jeongguk | fluff, smut | 4k }

↝ summary: ‘you think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.

↝ a/n: reposting bc i’ve been told it won’t show up bc there was a link in the last post. also pls dont hesitate to speak to me!! im lonely lol. apologies once again ! ♡

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⚤   pairing — reader + Jeon Jungkook (bts)

✎ word count — 1,498

✦ genre — fluff, smut, drabble

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, pwp, sub!jk, dom!reader, light bondage, oral sex, edging, pegging, noona kink bc i’m trash

[A/N] i’m literally so fucking sorry but!!! heres This!!!!!

[Requested] 37 with jungkook ♥ thank you

Prompts — 37. “I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

He’s laughing at you again when you bind his wrists together, one on top of the other. He doesn’t mean to, in fact he’s been trying to hold it in for the last few minutes but watching you intricately wrap one of his ties around his hands as if you know what you’re doing, he can’t stop the bubble of laughter that comes out of him.

Your eyes flit up from your position straddling his lap, your gaze focused on your task but now you’re focused fully on his face as he tries to hide his smile and look at you seriously.

“What’s funny?” You ask.

“I can get out.” Jungkook says confidently. “It’s not tight enough.”

“That’s the point.” You tell him, “It’s not supposed to be tight, otherwise you could hurt yourself.” You rub gently at his forearms, “But I promise you, you’re not going to get out.”

He arches a brow, sure that his next movement is going to prove that you’re just a foolish girl who underestimated his strength, but he flexes his arms and tugs, and the silk tie wrapped around his wrists stays snug in place. The bind digs a little into his skin but it’s not uncomfortable, so he pulls from another angle, trying with all his might to slip free, but he’s unable.

You grin down at him, pushing his chest so that he lays back. “See? You’re not getting free until I’m ready to let you go.” You pull your shirt over your head, baring your breasts and watch gleefully as his fingers flex, already aching to touch you.

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Game of Revenge [pt.1]: Beginnings and Motives

Pt.1: Beginnings and Motives / Pt.2: Danger / Pt.3: The Opponent’s Move

Summary: Two completely different boys set off on two completely different paths for one goal, one desire, one drive. Yet they never expected to be sent on a wild goose chase, especially not after one another.

Genre: Crime AU, angst [slightly graphic]

“Until the evening that anonymous stranger, adorn in all black, limped down the down the barren street and into their lives, blasting everything — the trio, the bond, the memories — all into a million pieces, and forever sealing their fates as one heart wrenching tragedy.”

They could both still picture her face, although under completely opposite circumstances. They still saw the way her eyebrows knitted together with horror, and lips agape but no sound coming out, for the fear had blocked off her vocal cords. The images replayed themselves, each and every one revoltingly vivid, making their mark as a dark and inseparable piece of their intertwined pasts, and a prologue of their entangled futures.

He was always the one to come up with the most crazy, exhilarating ideas.

By the age of seventeen, he had climbed up the tallest tree in the city, the autumn breeze sifting through his blonde locks, and brushing past his cheeks. He remembers the intoxicating feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins, and memorized the extraordinary view that came from the price of hoisting himself 20 feet into the air.

“Kim Namjoon, if you break your neck, I swear, I won’t be there to sweep up after your body for you!” she shouted up into the tree, and her voice was carried away by the wind, fading off into barely a whisper before it even reached his ears.

“What?” He screamed back, craning his neck to try to detect her words, which lost their way in the rhythm of the breeze rustling through fiery leaves.

“Leave him be, Haejin-ah, it’s not our fault if he falls,” Jungkook smirked, and tilted his gaze upwards, squinting at the sunlight that had escaped through the luscious leaves of the giant oak. “He’ll be okay, it’s probably his seventh time climbing this anyways.”

“He always does this,” she ran her slender fingers through her hair in frustration, and stomped away scowling. She seemed to be angry by the way her silhouette disappeared into the sunset so hastily, but Namjoon knew that she was simply luring him to come down, before he could injure himself, with her petite frame and the light, unintentional sway of her hips.

And while Namjoon was the one to get them trouble, whether it was convincing the trio to explore a newly discovered tunnel a couple blocks off the main street, or to watch his back to as he sneaked into the small candy store at midnight to later walk out with a pocketful of chocolate bars he didn’t pay for, Jungkook was always the one to help them unravel themselves from the tangles of catastrophe. He looked for escape routes behind the two’s back the afternoon before they planned to go exploring those dangerous locations, and he was always at the front, leading the way out, before anyone can grow suspicious of their little schemes.

The two boys balanced each other out perfectly, one being a little too strong headed, too stubborn, too rash, and the other a little overly conscious, careful, and attentive.

Yet there was someone else in the trio who seemed to defy and destroy all laws of balance amongst the group, though her presence was so necessary that sometimes when she was absent, Namjoon and Jungkook will feel as if they have lost their way, staring at each other blankly until the silence had gotten uncomfortable. They were close, all right, in fact they were almost like brothers, but without Haejin, it was as if they were two lanterns itching to be turned on and light each other’s way, and there was no hand to give them that very necessary push.

Their friendship was natural, for all of them had known each other since they were in diapers, and lived merely a couple houses away. They did everything together, celebrated every Christmas and New Years together, raced up and down the empty streets in the middle of the night together, and spent the most beautiful moments in life together. Although, Namjoon and Haejin were a slightly different story, a story filled with beat skipping hearts, flushed cheeks, and passion. It was as if they were meant to be, and the way her hand slid so snugly and comfortably into his, or the way his arm pieced together with the crook of her waist flawlessly were the best evidences of this. Jungkook would often tease the couple when they were a little too close in public, or when Namjoon would sneak a small peck on her forehead, but there was no jealousy, for he was absolutely thankful for them, and because he only viewed Haejin as a girl dearer than a sister.

The bond the three shared was firm and resilient, and the identical scar they all had on their left knee from Namjoon’s attempt to pull them up to the school roof only to have the ceiling give out underneath was one of the many beacons and milestones that fastened their unbreakable relationship even more securely.

Until the evening that anonymous stranger, adorn in all black, limped down the barren street and into their lives, shattering everything — the trio, the bond, the memories — all into a million pieces, and forever sealing their fates as one heart wrenching tragedy.

There was nothing Namjoon and Jungkook regretted more about that night than not seeing the predator’s face properly. But they couldn’t possibly be to blame, as he covered it carefully with a mask the same shade as the pitch-black skies above them, and moved so surprisingly fast, even with his dragging leg, to snatch Haejin from the middle of the walking group, that it was highly unlikely for either of them to catch a glimpse of his features. A thick coat disguised nearly every each of his skin, safe for a patch on his left wrist. A messy, black tattoo peaked out from beneath the sleeves, making a stark contrast against its sickly pale background, but neither Namjoon nor Jungkook could tell exactly what it was, for the quickly increasing distance between them and the culprit made it difficult to decipher the pattern clearly.

It had happened so suddenly. One moment ago the three were chattering excitedly about how their teacher embarrassed himself in front of the entire class, and Haejin tilted her head back, eyes closed with laughter, safely sandwiched between the two boys. Yet in the next moment, she had disappeared.

Namjoon turned his gaze towards the middle, unaware of her absence and expecting to see her warm twinkling eyes, but was only met with Jungkook’s own confused expression, staring straight back at him. The two of them turned around sharply, scanning the silent street, which was now vacant and unlit from the late hours, until their eyes spotted a dark, running figure heading towards a shiny, black SUV by the corner of the block. Haejin was tucked under his arms, voice muffled by his filthy hands, and her eyes watered with fear.  They immediately chased after her fading shadow, tracing their route from the desperate yet frustratingly soft screams of help.

But the other man was too quick. It seemed that before they could even blink, or slow down to catch their hitched breaths, both the receding figures had disappeared into the vehicle and blended in with the darkness as it drove away. Namjoon and Jungkook looked around exasperatedly, looking for any sign of help, any sign of hope. Nothing. She was gone.

“What do you mean you can’t do anything about it?!” Namjoon barked furiously at the officer, who was leaned back in his chair, feet propped upon his desk, and was staring at his nails, a slightly bored expression masking his rotund features.

“You heard me, kid. The case is closed. If you want change, you better fly up to Sacramento yourself and take it to court again. Even then,” the officer scanned the two teenagers with a judgmental glare using his beady eyes, “I doubt they’ll open up the case again.”

Jungkook stood quietly behind his fuming companion, staring at the insulting, single word printed clearly in the “Causes of Death” category on the case files. The word was scowling up at him with the same distaste he must have had on his own face. For something written on a document that was supposed to only tell facts, he though coldly, it sure is as far as it can be from the actual truth.

Suicide, it said. Suicide.

When they discovered her body, which was reported by a frightened young man, in the old, unused tunnel, the word indeed seemed convincing. Her body hung lifelessly from the ceiling of the disclosed space, face purple with the lack of blood circulation due to the constriction of the thick rope around her pale neck. A slit had appeared on her left palm, and the pocketknife that created the wound lied on the crimson floor below her, although the blood had dried from time. The maroon, dying message found on the crumbling walls had long since engraved itself into Namjoon and Jungkook’s hearts: “I’m leaving. Don’t come after me.”

Upon discovering her dead, the officials tested the blood the walls. Results proved that it matched hers, Type O, 5.0 million red blood cells/mcL, 6500 white blood cells/mcL, and 300,000 platelets/mcL. The murderer was cunning and evil, making sure that no signs of another human being was left behind, no footsteps, no fingerprints. All medical professionals, policing forces, and investigation officers were induced to believe that she had done this to herself, that it was a suicide, although Namjoon and Jungkook knew that it was not what happened. Only they were aware of the truth. They argued against the officials, trying exasperatedly to reiterate the scenes of the abduction to the uninterested adults, only to have the memories stab at them again. They tried to explain the appearance of the culprit, but the details were still unclear to them too. And what could two seventeen year olds do before a bunch of stubborn, authoritative adults? Who would listen to their testimonies when all the evidences proved otherwise, especially under the circumstances that the kidnapping and murder were committed outside the sights of the few lingering security cameras in the area?    

The case was closed in merely six months after they found Haejin’s body, for the officials said that it was a simple conclusion to make, supported by numerous proofs and examinations. It was stowed away as a suicide.

Namjoon left that very night, having been through every available negative emotion a lone human could endure in a single morning — fury, anxiety, bitterness, grief. There was no message left behind, and no one knew where he went, not even Jungkook. And as he wandered around the borders of the city, unsure of where to go next, Namjoon swore to himself that he would avenge her, no matter what methods it required. Jungkook made the same oath to Haejin’s resting body a couple weeks later, his hands resting reassuringly on the cold, still marble in which her name was carved. Although, these two polar opposite boys would take two completely different routes to achieve that common goal. That ambition which will reunite them five years later to have fate taunt and torture them one more time.

-Five Years Later-

“Sir? Detective? A new printout of the recent case is ready for you”

Jungkook glanced up at the new rookie in the office, then looked down again. Nodding absentmindedly, he vaguely pointed a finger at the right side of his wide, mahogany desk. He heard the young man’s footsteps shuffle near then out of the room nervously, and the door click shut behind him.

He reached for the thick manila folder that had just presented itself on his work station, and leafed through, heart sinking with disappointment when he noticed once again that it wasn’t Haejin’s predator, the undiscovered man he was still desperate to find after five years. Each time a new case was assigned to him, he secretly wished and pleaded to whatever supreme being was watching over him that it would be the man he hated with a burning passion on the cover of the case files. But every time he would be let down, and he grew more hopeless with each case, though he never gave up searching. 

Absorbing the gathered information in the folder as he flipped through the thin pages, Jungkook’s head pounded in pain and frustration as he saw the same type of crime he had been investigating for the past two years, ever since he started to work at this office. It was, of course, executed by the same culprit with the same blank square where their headshot was supposed to be, accompanied by the same nearly empty profile. He didn’t even know the criminal’s real name, nor gender, because the only category filled out was the “Alias”. That was all he was given to refer to as he struggled to track this anonymous criminal and solve the case — same two letters he had been staring at for the past two years:

RM.

Pt.1: Beginnings and Motives / Pt.2: Danger / Pt.3: The Opponent’s Move

A/N: HELLO GUYS~ lol so im back earlier than expected bc i was just too excited to start this new series i’ve plotted out with my friend Irene (she told me to give her a shoutout). i hope you guys will anticipate the coming chapters as much as i am, and pls give me feedback on how you liked the beginning of the series. waahh im always insecure af whenever i star a new series!! also, if you want to check out the titles of the next few parts, i will have them updated shortly on my masterlist~ ^-^

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Mr. Min - Chapter 01

Description:  It wasn’t long after you started your new job that your boss caught your attention. Young, platinum blonde, a fan of basketball and hip hop, he was quite the outlier for someone with his title. It was hard to deny your attraction and when he suggested a casual sexual agreement it was clear the feeling was mutual. What wasn’t apparent at the start was the dark reality he lived in and how he would pull you into that abyss.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8880

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names

A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long.  I hope you enjoy it anyways!

MR. MIN MASTERLIST - ELLIELJADE MASTERLIST

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Alpha and Omega

JUNGKOOK | BTS - MAGIC AU (HP ‘verse) 24k words | DRAMA/ACTION/ROMANCE  warnings for language, gore, violence, death/murder  (named OC)

No characters from J.K. Rowling’s works are present within this work aside from mentioning as a part of fictional history. This work also features no storyline from Rowling’s works–characters and plot are original to this story alone. Any similarities are completely coincidental.

best to read this on your browser or desktop, tumblr app doesn’t like long fics. Feedback on this would be so appreciated. This took a long time.

ps - happy birthday, jungkook, you one of a kind angel boy.

listen to the playlist here

A crack sounds in the silence of his apartment and he jumps in his seat, whipping his head toward the direction from which the noise came, only to see her sitting on the floor, legs splayed out in a straddle. Her chest heaves with breath, skin sallow and sickly, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed in pain.

“What the fuck?” he asks, and her eyes snap open to him.

She takes in a ragged breath, keeping her eyes on him as she starts feeling for the small leather pack she’s got around her hips, bringing the pouch to the front and unsnapping it.

“Sorry,” she says. “I just needed a safe place for a few minutes, I’ll leave and you’ll never know I’ve been here.”

“What the fuck?” he repeats, unable to ask anything else.

She lets out a rough laugh, the curled corners of her mouth giving him a sneer of smile, though not out of malice. Her skin is sticky with perspiration, the flyaways of her hair sticking to her face and pointing every direction as if she’d been through a wind tunnel, and her giant eyes are staring at him with the faintest glint. There’s life behind them, but only barely, and only when she reaches over to her left shoulder and raises her sleeve does he understand her expression, her pallid complexion, and harbored breath.

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the violet hour | jjk

• summary: in a world where a mark completes itself when you are introduced to the love of your life, jeon jungkook is convinced that he is fated to die alone. here’s a hint, though - he’s wrong. (soulmate au)

• genre: angst and fluff

• word count: 6.31k

• warnings: swearing; alcohol

→ note: kind of a college au; side vmin. also, i just wrote this & already have drabble ideas for it, goodness… hope you enjoy!!

[eight weeks before]

Jeon Jungkook is his own soulmate. Not that he has any say in the matter, truth be told, but he doesn’t need to shout up to the sky and ask the universe himself in order to know what it has planned for him. 

All he has to do to understand is take one single glance at his forearm.

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I want Taehyung, the ultimate baby and kid lover, hugger, kisser, a whole playful tender caring family man, to impregnate me so bad??? There's something about a man that's good with kids and gosh he just exudes that real daddy aura? I want to experience his raging impregnation kink in the rawest filthiest most loving way. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

you are me and i am you! merry christmas and ily all!!!!

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taehyung scenario | you, me, and the cherry tree

♡  You are dreading meeting up with Taehyung. The last time you saw him was the day you broke up. But that was seven years ago. Can you get over your failed romance and start afresh? ♡

genre: fluff word count: 2.0k

You always try to avoid the visitors that your mum invites around to the house. You’ve become so good at getting out of these meet-ups that you could probably teach classes on bluffed excuses and white lies. Oh, your friends are coming over? That’s great, Mum, but actually there’s a school trip that day. What? You’re organising a barbecue? That’s too bad, I already said I’d meet up with my friends.

But today is different. Today you’ve run out of excuses. All of your friends are busy, and there’s no school to pin the blame on. You’ve drawn a blank. Why did it have to be today that you got stuck in your house? Today, the day that your mum has invited over her old school friend, Mrs. Kim, which means that her son, Kim Taehyung, will be coming too. And he is the last person you want to see. Not after the last time you saw him, seven years ago - the day you broke up. You were only eleven at the time. It was one of those awkward first-love type things, the sort that only lasts a couple of months, and that ends in a burst of flames and smoke and tears. It’s not that you’re mad at Taehyung for breaking up with you. Goodness knows you’re over that. But if you have to see him again after all this time, you know it’ll be awkward. You are already cringing at the stilted conversations and empty silences that will ensue.

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GOOD BOY ‖ one

When a college trip gets too boring, you decide to play a game with a guy who has a crush on you.

word count: 8.4k genre: smut [sub!jimin]

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Coffee (그대 향기 달콤해)

“He stretched his neck to peek through the curtains, looking for her, even though he knew she wasn’t going to be there. Still he searched the crowd for a familiar face, for a pair of eyes in which he stared thousand and one times. He couldn’t find her.”

He dragged his finger along the breath-frosted glass, a lopsided grin appearing as his finger moved in the shape of a smiley face. Through the eyes, he could see snow silently glazing the ground with a thin white blanket.

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send five times kissed and a member of your choosing and I will write a series of small drabbles to suit

001.     When you wake he is waiting, lounging in the victorian armchair that occupies the corner of the room. There is an unusual twist to his somber mouth, one that smoothes when you push yourself up from the mattress with sleep mussed hair tumbling over your shoulders and soft eyes, bruised lips. He is already dressed, wearing a suit so sharp you wonder if the lapels might draw blood if you were to run your fingers along them. He plants each of his polished oxfords on the carpeted floor a foot apart and beckons you over with a curl of pointer and index finger. You do not hesitate, rising from the crumpled sheets in nothing but the bruises he had littered across your skin in possessive constellations to pad across the floor toward him. You settle astride his lap, shivering against the cool air, the fingertips that dance along your spine. Yoongi grasps your jaw, tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and sucks until a groan echoes in the back of your throat. When your lip is released, heavy, swollen as it settles back against the top one to smile you venture, ‘careful,’ in a voice laden with warning. He arches a falsely curious brow, bringing his mouth to yours to kiss you deeply while his hand slips between your thighs, slides over your centre. “Worried you’ll ruin my suit kitten?”

002.      The door shuts with a soft click, a twist of the lock. You are perched obediently atop his desk, hands tied with the silk that had been around his neck. The binds are a little too tight, creating an ache in your shoulders. Despite the restlessness you feel you do not move. You are pristine, staring straight ahead at the Seoul Skyline, your legs parted, blouse unbuttoned to reveal an intricate trap of lace and boning. Yoongi pauses before resuming his seat, tracing your jaw with fingertips, thumb catching your bottom lip. “Not long kitten.” His voice is low, promising, a warm buzz against your lips as his dark eyes peer into your own. He moves his lips over yours in a sensual kiss that pools heat deep in your abdomen, fingers pressing just a little too tightly to your jaw. Yoongi settles into the desk chair, leaving you without his touch once more and yearning for it much more than you had been. “You only have to be good for twenty more minutes, darling. You can handle that, can’t you?”

003.       You are wearing a narrow leather pencil skirt, a sheer blouse, a pair of thin stiletto heels, standing in Yoongi’s office and staring out over the bustling city below. Your phone is pressed to your ear, pressing on your patience as the conversation borders into inane territory and your lips press in a thin line. Yoongi, returning from a meeting, enters the office, briskly slamming the door behind him. He notes the visible hint of black lace beneath your blouse, the swell of your hips.

“Hang up,” he orders. You do so immediately, tossing the phone aside. “I think,” he says, approaching you slowly, drawing your body to his and his fingers to the buttons of your shirt to unfasten them, “We are going to have to discuss appropriate work attire.” He traces the curve of your breast, tugging your shirt free and catches your mouth in a kiss addled with desire and frustration. He slips the blouse from your shoulders, lets the chiffon flutter to the floor, “ – because this just won’t do.”

004.         It is not a surrender of control so much though for a change he is the one on his knees. Your heel clad foot rests precariously against his shoulder, the right stroke of his tongue threatening a sharp dig of the stiletto into his back as your fingers tighten in his hair, hips jerking forward, thighs trembling. You breathe a sigh through dry, parted lips, coursing your tongue over them in turn, placing a pat atop his head, stroking his face when Yoongi lifts it from between your legs. You return your foot to the floor and stand on slightly uneasy feet, righting your skirt, grasping the silver silk tie around Yoongi’s neck to drag him to height. You bring his mouth to yours with a sharp tug, your lips a smile against his as you kiss, the taste of you on his tongue.

005.           It is not a facade, the cool demeanor he presents. The strong silence he entertains thinly veils a myriad of thoughts, constantly chasing one another , tapering in and out of subjects of relevance. It is hard for him to relinquish control, to leave his work at the door. You rarely see the easy smile that rests on his lips now, the glassy warmth of his gaze as it drifts over your figure in a way you can almost feel. The glass in his hand contains ice, a mouthful of whiskey that he wastes no time in swallowing. He places the glass carefully down on the kitchen counter, occupies his hands with the silk robe you had greeted him in. The tie comes undone easily, and Yoongi watches as the material gapes and reveals nothing but skin underneath. He ghosts a hand up your side, grasps one of your breasts in his palm while his mouth crushes against yours, insistent and demanding and your hands fumble with his belt.

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She's Testosterone

Read the Sequel: She’s Testosterone 2 Read the Final Installment: She’s Testosterone 3 Part 1|Part 2 Words: 2.4k Genre: Crack Fic. No lies here. Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

Cr. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

“Turn that fucking shit off!” A groggy voice calls on the other side of the tiny room.

It takes less than a second for you to spring up from your bed with a big inhale and stretch.

It’s a new day!

A new future!

A new you!

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The Pretenders (m)

Wolf!Jin companion piece to In Bloom and Where is My Mind?

Warning: I wrote most of this on a 7 hour bus ride home for spring break and it’s unedited and just awful. I am really sorry guys. D: 

Word Count: 12,339

Unlike most wolf men his age, Jin does not really mind going into heat. He is thirty years old now, and has gone through heat ten times now for a total of thirty full days of overwhelming horniness. The first time he went through heat was just awful. He remembers feeling so damn horny that he thought he was going to die. Even a week before his heat started, he was already getting uncomfortable. Sex multiple times a day and countless bouts of masturbation left him sane for that week, but then his actual heat came… Never had he cum so hard or so damn often in his entire life. Hell, they had to send him to the hospital for dehydration the moment his heat broke.

But after that, things were definitely tamer. Jin is proud to say that he is no longer consumed by his heat, not like those other beastly, uncivilized boys in his pack. He knows exactly how filthy Namjoon gets, how needy Hoseok, Jimin and Tae are, and how insatiable Jungkook is. Yoongi is a bit better than the rest of them, but he can get so damn grumpy when he has to wait even ten minutes for sex. No, clearly none of them have the self-control and restraint that Jin has.

Those three days of heat every year are nothing more than a minor inconvenience for him. He marks his calendar each year, calls in his sick days, then kicks back in his apartment with a stocked pantry and a handful of pretty female companions. Usually about a dozen women volunteer to take care of him during his heat, so that’s not a problem. It’s a bit more irritating to deal with their drama when he picks a select few from the bunch, and more than once he has been confronted with tears, but it’s really nothing compared to say, Namjoon, who spends months begging wolf girls to donate their time. Obviously with his face, Jin simply does not have to try so hard.

So on any typical day of his heat, Jin will cook, clean the house, maybe spend a few hours catching up on work, before lust trickles into his stomach. Then, he’ll just call up any one of the numerous girls in his phone book, she’ll come over, they’ll bang it out, then he’ll cook dinner and sleep.

It’s almost absurdly simple. Jin really doesn’t understand how other wolves suffer during this time of the year. Those people must just be weak-willed. Clearly, he is above that.

But then comes the year of his tenth heat and everything changes.

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