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[breezybangtanbebe]

“Done with me, huh ?” ExBoyfriendJungkook gruffs against your lips. The flavor of mint and some berry-flavored candy mixed with the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He rolled his hips against you, spreading your walls with inch after delicious inch that you would never admit you missed. At least not out loud. You only moaned for him as he fucked you harder, chuckling darkly before repeating the rhetorical question.

There was a sinister grin in his tone that made the brat in you want to reel back and slap the smug bastard across the face for toying with you.

For having the audacity to say such a thing considering you told him you were done more than once. That you didn't want to see his stupid face ever again and not to call you anymore.

For him showing up to your door anyway with some lame excuse involving needing to make sure he’d cleared everything that was his out of your apartment.

For you being dumb enough to let him in, falling into those dream boat doe eyes and pigmented tattoos.

You felt like you had a million reasons to palm the side of his face, but it was a shame that you couldnt. The way that he held both of your wrists above your head in his less dominant hand ensured that.

Your ex pinned you to the couch underneath his lean muscular body, your shirt carelessly pushed up, the cups of your bra haphazardly pulled down just enough for him to tease your nipples several minutes ago. It was like a dream the way one moment you were fully clothes, mouthing off to him after he’d asked you a personal question, then his tongue was suddenly in your mouth and your hands were yanking at his zipper.

Typical.

Jungkook pulled back from smothering your lips with his to watch as your tits bounced to the pace of him fucking you. He had the nerve to look this good, his abs contracting as he curved his core effortlessly. His tip kisses your cervix in a particular way that makes you shiver, and your teary eyes burned with frustration at his fucked out expression.

Why did he have to be so beautiful?

“I hate you.” you grit your teeth to say, your jaw dropping and eyes rolling back shortly after Jungkook makes it his goal to overstimulate that rigid spot deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” you cry out, attempting to yank your trapped arms from under his hold. Too bad all that muscle wasnt just for show.

The pierced corner of his lips perked up in a parted smirk at the sound of your broken moans, dropping his gaze to where his dick impaled you.

“You sure? Doesnt seem like you hate me..” he mutters breathily. Most likely referring to the creamy band gathering at the base of him with every heart-throbbing stroke. You were sure you came once or twice, the overwhelming pressure of him fucking into you raw never letting up.

All you could manage was a pathetic whimper in response, all the bitterness and resentment for your insistent ex seeming to have faded in favor of desire and pleasure.

You mind told you this meant nothing. Just as the last time didnt. But your body trumped all that didnt involve keeping Jungkook as close as humanly possible.

“Ah’shit..” you hear him hiss when your abrupt orgasm has you damn near squeezing the life from his dick. At that point, he releases your wrists and leans forward to press his forehead against yours. Both of his hands rush to the back of your thighs to push them back, holding you in a mating press that takes your breath away.

“You dont hate me. And you're not fucking done. This pussy is mine, you understand?”

Every pretty word felt like gasoline poured onto the fire in your core. Your pussy fluttered around his thick length as did your eyes. Jungkook fucked you so deep that you hiccuped against his lips, failing to hold onto your sanity.

“And this dick belongs to you baby. Nobody else has me. Nobody has my heart. We cant be done. I need you so fucking bad..God, you feel so good. So fucking beautiful..”

He upped his pace and grew less rhythmic with each passing second. His voice was hoarse and his groans staccato to an octave that told you he was about to cum.

“So perfect for me, baby. Tell me you love me..” he demands and you sob the words compliantly.

“I love you..Jungkook--fuck, I love you..”

His hips snap into you faster ans harder as he pushed himself up, using your thighs as leverage. Jungkook’s brow pinched ans his jaw dropped at the sight of your swollen folds swallowing his dick, your entrance ans his shaft glistening with your cum. Your untouches clit begged for his attention ans Jungkook thoughtlessly lets a thick drop of saliva fall from his mouth, his immpecable aim landing it right on your bud. He unhands your thigh to run his fingers over it quickly, making a high pitched whine jut from your lips.

“Cum for me then. Cum on this fucking dick. One more baby, one more more.” he begged as his fingers and strokes hastened both of you toward the edge of bliss.

Your arms remained over your head, your hands gripping the couch cushion under you for support. You blinked through the tears staining your face to take in the view of your ex destroying you. His disheveled raven hair, spiked and sticking to his forehead from sweat. His sculpted upper body, shadowed attractively by the singular lamp in the corner of your living room. His pink kiss burned lips that shined and remained parted as he panted. His eyes that begged yours for something only you could give.

The sight of him alone was enough to snap the chord in your belly. His name was called to the heavens as your back arches from the couch. Jungkook slips his free hand under you for support, his fingers steadily strumming over your clit while you gushed your nectar all over him.

“That’s it beautiful, there you go. Fuck, I love you..cum, baby. That’s it..” he urged you as your body shook and tensed under the intensity of your release. Jungkook rode your wave as best as he could before he too gave in. He stops rubbing your clit and pulls out at the last possible second to jerk his vieny shaft frantically. His swollen bulbous tip shoots hot white spurts of seed over over your quivering labia. His body caves in on its self, squeezing your waist while his other hand continues to stroke himself. He milked every drop from his weeping tip, leaving massive creamy load of cum to paint the area between your naval and pussy lips.

If you didnt know any better, you would believe that the amount of cum cooling on your skin meant that he was extremely backed up. That he truly misses you as much as he claimed he did. That he’d been with no one else in the weeks you and him had been apart.

Even as he cleaned you up and kissed your shoulders lovingly, nestling behind you on the couch you two had just ruined together, you wanted to believe that he meant what he said. That no one else had him the way you did and that he needed you.

But the stubborn part of you, the part that should have slapped him and left him blinking dazedly with his palm cupping his cheek on your door step...

The part of you that knew beyond his pretty words and mind numbing sex..

That part of you knew Jungkook was no good for you.

Even if your body hadnt accepted it yet.

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[panjakes]

Can I get this fluff where Namjoon and the reader are parents(they have like three kids) and Namjoon takes them to Disney world and the kids are really excited so they’re going wild and it stresses Namjoon out😭😭Thank you🫶🏼

“Daddy I hungry!”

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom!”

Namjoon sighs shaking his head. He was currently at Disney world with his family but his wife was no where to be found

“Daddy’s where’s mommy?”

“I don’t know baby” he says pulling out his phone to call her but immediately stops when his son in the stroller started crying

“Daddy Coby’s crying”

Namjoon sighs looking down at his daughter who looked up at him with her big brown eyes

“Thank you Akilah, try and calm him down please” he says dialing his wife’s phone. He looks around and noticed that he’s missing a child.

“Nailah?? Nailah?! Akilah where’s your sister?!” He asks

“I don’t know” she says playing with her brothers feet

“Hello?!”

“Yn?! Where the hell are you?!” He asks into the phone looking around for his other child

“I’m at the food stand. I’m hungry” she says making Namjoon sigh

“What food stand there are like forty different ones” Namjoon asks finally spotting Nailah walking over to her

“Uhh it’s blue and white” Yn says making Namjoon look around

“Stay there! Don’t move!” He says before hanging up. He quickly picks up Nailah who was poking at some things

“Hey!” She says

“Nailah what did mommy and daddy tell you about wondering off?” He asks walking back over to the stroller

“Uhh don’t do it because it’s dangerous?” She says

“Exactly! Don’t do it again!” He says putting her down next to the stroller

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom” Akilah says making Namjoon groan

“Kilah baby can you hold it?” He asks

“I don’t think so! I think I’ll pee of myself” she says hopping up and down.

“Okay come on” Namjoon says grabbing her hand and pushing the stroller. The walk up to the bathroom and Namjoon looks at the two small girls

“Nailah take your sister to the bathroom” Namjoon says

“Okay! Come on Kilah” she says taking her sisters hand and going into the bathroom.

Namjoon sighs sitting down on the bench outside pulling the stroller closer to him. He looks down at his son who was now calm and bitting on his fingers

“Who knew a trip to freaking Disney world would be so damn stressful” he mumbles

He shakes his head but quickly stops when he noticed his wife walking pass the bathroom

“Yn!” He shouts gaining her attention. She turns around looking at me before walking over

“Hey babe” she says

“Hey babe? Hey babe?!?! Yn where the hell were you?!” He asks

“I told you at the food stand” she says bitting into the Micky mouse waffle sandwich she was eating

“And how much was that?!” He asks

“I think about 15 dollars” she says shrugging

“You have got to be kidding me? Yn really?” He says

“What? I got you one too” she says handing him a bag

He stares at her before snatching the bag and pulling out the sandwhich

“Where are the girls?” Yn asks looking around

“The bathroom” Namjoon says bitting into the sandwich

Yn takes a piece of waffle from her sandwich and feed it to her son

“Was he good?” Yn asks

“He got fussy for a little bit but stoped when Akilah started playing with him” Namjoon admits

“Mommy!! Nilah almost fell into the toilet!” Akilah says giggling

“How nilah. How?!” Yn asks

“I’m too small for the toilet” Nilah says with a pout

“Now that we’re all here can we all STAY together?” Namjoon asks

“Of course! Come on let’s go ride some rides!” Yn says smiling causing the girls to cheer

The three of them join hands and run off causing Namjoon to sigh

“Didn’t I just say stick together?” Namjoon says quickly following behind his three girls

“Daddy can me and coby get on a ride together” Nilah asks

“No bubble bee Coby isn’t big enough” Namjoon says

“He can sit in my lap!” She says smiling

“Next time bubble bee, I promise” Namjoon says smiling

“Daddy I’m still hungry” Akilah says

“Okay what do you want to eat?” Namjoon asks

“A elephant ear!”Akilah says

“I want one too!”Nilah says excitedly

“No you don’t! You want it cause I do” Akilah says now annoyed

“So what??” Nilah says rolling her eyes

“Bubble bee be nice to your sister”Yn says

“I’m bubble bee she’s honey bee!” Nilah points out

“Babe just leave the nicknames too Me”Namjoon says

“Oh okay, you got it daddy” she says rolling her eyes

“Does Coby have a name?” Akilah asks

“He has Coby” Yn says

“Yeah but like that’s really close to his name” Nilah says

“Well let me think of one and he’ll have one by tonight” Namjoon says making the girl nod

“Can we get on the elephant mommy?” Akilah asks making Yn laugh

“His name is Dumbo and yeah come on!” Yn says running off with the two small girls

Namjoon sighs pushing the stroller as fast as he could

It was now nighttime and the family of five were about to watch the fireworks.

“Come on honeybee!! Wake up!” Namjoon says shaking Nilah who was slumped over in his arms. Yn held Akliah’s hand and Coby in her arms

“Leave her be” Yn says smiling

“But she’ll miss it!” Namjoon says pouting

“That’s her own fault” Akilah says licking at her ice cream while Colby looked around at all the bright lights around him

“Babe! Let’s take a picture!” Yn says reaching into the diaper bag pulling out the green Polaroid camera.

“Come on honey bee wake up! Just for the picture” Namjoon says

“No daddy I’m tired” she says rubbing at her eyes

“Take the picture and then you can sleep” Namjoon says

“Okay” she mumbles

A nearby women seen Namjoon struggling to take the picture

“I’ll take it for you!” She says

“Thank you so much” Namjoon says handing over the camera

“Smile honeybee!” Namjoon says kissing her cheek causing her to give a sleepy smile

“Aw you guys are so cute!” She says handing over the camera and picture

“Thank you” Yn says

They all look at the picture with smiles

“Look Coby! Look at your big ole head!” Yn says causing the baby boy to giggle

“Not cool. Stop talking about my son” Namjoon says making Yn laugh

“Daddy look! The fire works are going to start!” Akilah says pointing to the sky

The loud boom of the fireworks scares Nilah from her peaceful slumber.

She glares at Namjoon before pointing at the fireworks

“Make them stop daddy” she says making you giggle

“That’s out of his control Nilah stop being a baby and watch the fireworks” Akilah says rolling her eyes

“Bumblebee be nice to your sister” Namjoon says sternly

Akilah ignores them and continues to watch the fireworks with her mom and baby brother. When the fireworks were over the small family walked back to their room.

Namjoon being the person he is, booked a conjoined suite allowing the girls to have their own space and him and Yn with coby in the other space.

“Today was fun” Yn says patting coby on the back

“It was stressful but fun” Namjoon says sighing

“Stressful how?” Yn asks getting into the bed laying coby on her chest

“Uh you left me with the kids and I couldn’t find you. Our daughter kept walking off. Coby wouldn’t stop crying and you spent at least 200$ on food.” He says sighing making Yn laugh as she places coby on the bed between them

“I’m sorry baby I won’t do it tomorrow” she says reminding him that they had an entire week left of this

He sighs again sinking into the bed getting face to face with coby

“How about we sit tomorrow out son” he says making the tiny boy giggle

He looks over at Yn watching as she wraps her long braids up putting them into her bonnet. Before he could compliment her on how good she looked the screams of his daughters made his mind go into daddy mode

“Daddy!!!” Nilah screams as she and Akilah run into the room screaming

“Nilah? Kilah? What’s wrong?!” Yn asks also I’m patent mode

The two girls ignore their mother jumping onto Namjoon making him groan.

“Daddy kill it!” Nilah shouts

“Daddy it’s a spider! It’s big! Kill it please!”

Namjoon groans picking up both girls carrying them into the other room.

“Where was he?” Namjoon asks

“IT, was over there by the Tv” Nilah says as Namjoon puts her and her sister on the bed

Namjoon walks over to the tv stand seeing the itty bitty tiny spider. Sighing he steps on it and cleans it up with a napkin.

“He’s gone. Now it’s lights off” he says

“Daddy we can’t find our bonnets” Akilah says making Namjoon sigh

“Did you leave them at home?!” He asks hoping they didn’t because he knew his wife spent a long time on their hair and would be upset if they messed up their hair

“No we put them in a bag” Nilah says

“In a bag? What bag?” He asks making them shrug and making him groan

“Okay stay right here and be quiet mommy’s putting coby to bed” Namjoon says walking out the room Spotting Yn on the bed feeding coby,

“Can you give the girls their bonnets? They’re on the dresser over there” she says making Namjoon silently cheer plucking the bonnets from the piece of furniture

He rushes into the other room wrapping up the girls hair like Yn taught him.

“Alright girls. Lights out.” Namjoon says turning off the big light and turning on the small Micky mouse night light

“Daddy, can I have Micky mouse pancakes?” Nilah asks

“You can have whatever you want honey bee” he says placing a kiss on her forehead

“Can I have princess tiana waffles?!” Akilah asks excitedly making Namjoon laugh

“Of course you can, goodnight. I love you” Namjoon says before kissing her forehead

“Goodnight daddy! Love you too!” The says before turning over in opposite directions to fall asleep

Namjoon walks out the room closing it leaving it cracked.

He sighs getting into the bed looking over at his wife and son. Coby was asleep as Yn rocked him slowly.

“I’m not doing this again tomorrow” Namjoon says throwing the blanket over his head

“Sure, see you in the morning my love” Yn says leaning down to kiss his lips

“I’m serious Yn. Do not wake me up” he mumbles

She is so going to wake him up.

[unique-high]

Tonight We're Dancing | idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

summary: All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long.

Established relationship. Married. Mention of kids.

Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

A/n: first fic for the new year. Took all of December off from writing on Tumblr, but I'M BACK. This fic is based on a song named: Tonight We're Dancing by Chris Young. And Sorry for any mistakes.

The lights are turned down low, and time is lost between shared smiles and glasses of red wine.

Barefoot in the kitchen on hardwood floors, Namjoon is spinning you along to a Lana Del Rey song. Your head dips back in drunk laughter like you swallowed the sun, and he looks at you like he's fallen in love with you for the very first time. And when it's just him and you alone, all he does is want to stare into your eyes all night long.

He pulls you in. Heart-to-heart and Hand-to-hand you and Namjoon dance from one end of the kitchen to the other end, stepping over toys the kids left lying around.

Namjoon steals kisses from you. Then steals a few more. He doesn't remember how long it's been since you two had alone time like this. Between work and the kids, you and he were pretty busy.

So tonight is all about you and him, even if it is just dancing in circles and drinking until you and him are a laughing mess.

“You look so good in love,” Namjoon whispered as he leaned in, kissing your lips with a slow, long, drawn-out kiss.

He's savoring every second of you—it'll be a while before you and he has time like this again.

Namjoon hands move to your waist, softly squeezing and pulling you more into him.

You give yourself away to him, melting against his body. You taste the semi-sweet red wine on his warm soft lips. His kiss sent your head spiraling and your stomach swirling with butterflies.

When he goes to pull away, you can't help but grab him by his shirt, tugging him back down to you for another kiss. You're needy and greedy, even. Namjoon knew if you kept kissing him the way you did, he would end up taking you to the bedroom.

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Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

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Profile Of Jennie

Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter 2- The Debut

Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1

Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2

Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4

Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5

Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6

Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7

Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8

Chapter 11- We're Proud of You

Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter 17- Just One Day

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit

Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)

Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)

Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)

Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 35- BTS Now

Chapter 36- My Ideal Type

Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)

Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)

Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu

Chapter 46- BTS Festa

Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 51- Dope

Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This

Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)

Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2

Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)

Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)

Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)

Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)

Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9

Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)

Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 70- Jungkook's Confession (Self Explanatory! MAJOR Jungkook fluff! Almost there! My fav!!)

Chapter 71- You Are In Your Feelings

Chapter 72- You Were Worth The Wait (Start of JenKook!)

Chapter 73- It's About Time

Chapter 74- King of Masked Singer

Chapter 75- Ejected

Chapter 76- White Day (Big Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter 78- Prom (Big Jungkook fluff and smol Jungkook Smut)

Chapter 79- Meeting Shawn Mendes

Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 81- BTS Festa 2016

Chapter 82- K-Con 2016

Chapter 83- I Need You On This

Chapter 84- BTS Bon Voyage Season 1 (Big Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 85- BTS In Dubai

Chapter 86- WINGS 8 (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 87- Wild N Out (One of my favs!)

Chapter 88- This Is Not A Drill!

Chapter 89- Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Chapter 90- Idol Parents? (Big JK Fluff)

Chapter 91- Tub Big Enough For Two (Big JK Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 92- Thank You (Big Jungkook Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 93- Our First Time (Big Jungkook Fluff + Smut)

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist PART 2

[luvyuki0]

𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫- A Jung Hoseok fanfic

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐱 Black!fem!oc

{🌺🌴✈️} ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ IN WHICH HOSEOK FALLS FOR SOMEONE HE KNOWS HES NOT SUPPOSED TO FALL FOR. (he's not supposed to fall for anyone ) 𝐎𝐑 IN WHICH ESME HAS TO SHARE A HOTEL ROOM WITH A BOY SHE MET ONLY 6 HOURS AGO.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 & 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 smau, hyper x chill, shared hotel room, ambw, comedy, angst, idol!hoseok x youtuber!oc

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 profanity, closed door smut, angst, miscommunication, misunderstandings, periods, shitty characters, crossed boundaries, children

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 So I'm finally going to post Amber on Tumblr!! I wanted to try staying committed to this fic again and a lot of people are leaving Wattpad so I'll be posting on here instead. I hope yall liked this preview thoo I'm trying to get a hang of the aesthetic I want and how to use link on Tumblr for chapters and master links for when I post the reality fic so be in tune for that!!

PROFILES:

𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

CHAPTERS:

── .✦01.

── .✦02.

── .✦VISUALS.

── .✦03.

── .✦04.

Status: ongoing (but slow after the first 4 chap prolly)

[lov3rgirl]

i need a jungkook x black reader fanfic rn this is such a sad sad reality to be in omg💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[divinecrimson]

⭐️WELCOME to my MASTERLIST⭐️

My acc prof I write for kpop, anime, and myself. I like mixing my two worlds including musics to come up with something I enjoy.⭐️⭐️⭐️

updated randomly!

: I also write on Wattpad!! Feel free to check it out @1_LOVEYOU_1

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⭐️Jjk smau Jjk fics

⭐️Aot smau Aot fics

⭐️Enhypen smau. Enhypen fics

⭐️Hunterxhunter smau. Hunterxhunter fics

⭐️NCT smau. Nct fics

⭐️Riize smau. Riize fics

⭐️Boynextdoor smau. Boynextdoor fics

Soon to be added/ started!:

BTS, ATEEZ ,The boyz, P1harmony, Tokyo ghoul Windbreaker, Chainsaw man, Haikyu.

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[laufeyslegacy]

Dialogue Prompts for In Love/ Oblivious Characters

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Confessions Under the Stars: "You know, I could stare at the night sky forever. It feels like each star has its own story. Some lights shine brighter—like your eyes."

The Mix-Up: "I brought you your favorite coffee! Wait... why are you acting so surprised? I thought everyone knew your order by now!"

The Inadvertent Compliment: "I can't believe you did all this work! Even with those goofy dance moves, you somehow made everything look amazing."

The Awkward Moment: "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we were... you know, more than friends? Not that I want to change anything!"

The Friendly Offer: "I made enough dinner for an army tonight. You’re coming over, right? I mean, who else would I share my secret sauce with?"

Genuine Curiosity: "So, what's it like being absolutely oblivious to your own charm? I mean, can’t you see how everyone lights up around you?"

The Simple Gesture: "I saved you a seat in class—only you would think I was just being nice! It’s not like I enjoy the view of your back all day."

The Embarrassing Realization: "I didn’t mean to get so flustered when you smiled at me. A person can only handle so much before they start falling, right?"

The Unintentional Hint: "Honestly, is it just me, or do we have incredible chemistry? I mean, we practically finish each other’s sandwiches!"

The Unexpected Confession: "Every time you laugh, I lose track of what I was saying. But lucky for you, I’ve always got a backup response!"

Awkward Confessions:

"Did you just say you think we're perfect together?"

"Oh, I was just talking about our project, not us!"

Misunderstood Compliments:

"You look breathtaking today!"

"Oh, you too! I love that jacket."

Unintentional Jealousy:

"You should totally go out with Jamie—I hear they really like you!"

"Yeah, but I like spending time with you more."

Clueless Romantic Gestures:

"Here’s a flower I picked for you. I thought you might like it!"

"That’s sweet! Are you trying to start a garden?"

Mixed Signals:

"I love quiet evenings together; they mean so much."

"Right? It’s like a few hours of bliss without distractions."

Disguised Feelings:

"You really make everything better."

"Thanks! I just like being a good friend."

The 'Just Friends' Debate:

"So, if we were a couple, what do you think it would be like?"

"I'm just glad we're friends; it's much easier!"

Hidden Affection:

"When you smile like that, it's contagious."

"Really? I didn't think my smile was that special."

Sending Mixed Signals:

"You really should ask me out sometime!"

"Why would I? We're just pals!"

Enigmatic Invitations:

"Wanna watch the sunset together? It’s so romantic."

"Sure! I love watching the sky change colors—it’s beautiful!"

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[mother2monsters]

Serendipity in Seoul pt. 26

Destiny wasn’t even able to catch her breath before Namjoon was on her again—his mouth, his hands, his entire being pressing into her like he wanted to consume her whole.

And maybe he did.

His lips were still slick with her, the taste of her pleasure fresh on his tongue as he kissed her—slow, deep, deliberate. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring every second, every gasp, every tremor that ran through her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up her thigh, leaving heat in their wake. ���I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as you like this.”

His words were poetry, but his hands were still ruthless.

One was gripping her thigh, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, while the other slid up her waist removing her tank top. His fingertips brushed against the soft skin of her stomach, teasing, mapping her like she was something sacred.

Destiny shivered, tilting her head back as his mouth found the sensitive spot just below her jaw. He sucked, hard, just enough to make her gasp, to make her arch against him.

Namjoon groaned, his breath shaky against her skin. “I love how responsive you are,” he murmured, his voice wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”

His words made her pulse quicken, but his fingers—his fingers were what made her lose her mind. They trailed lower, lower, teasing at the apex of her things, not quite dipping beneath, just hovering.

Taunting.

Destiny whimpered, her hips shifting instinctively, chasing his touch.

Namjoon chuckled, low and dark. “So impatient,” he teased, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “But I want to take my time with you.  I want to learn you. ”

His fingers lowered, finally sliding between her folds, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“You’re so wet,” he rasped, his forehead pressing against her shoulder as if he needed a second to compose himself. “God, Destiny.”

She was already wrecked, still pulsing from her first two orgasms, but he didn’t care. He wanted her like this—needed her like this.

He spread her open with his fingers, sliding two of them through the slickness, teasing her entrance before pushing inside, slow and deep.

Destiny’s breath hitched, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Joon—”

He growled, his teeth nipping at her jaw. “Say my name like that again.”

His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot, pressing, stroking, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her all over again.

Destiny gasped, her thighs trembling, her body tightening around him. He was relentless, working her open, stretching her, fucking her with his fingers in slow, deliberate strokes.

And through it all, he kept whispering to her.

“You feel so good around my fingers, jagiya,” he murmured, his lips dragging over her throat. “So tight, so perfect. Can you imagine how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around my cock?”

A choked moan slipped from her lips, her entire body clenching at the thought.

Namjoon smirked against her skin. “You like that?” His thumb brushed over her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “You like the thought of me filling you up?”

Destiny’s head fell back, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “Y-Yes.”

Namjoon groaned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Fuck, I love hearing you say that.”

His pace quickened, his fingers thrusting into her harder, deeper, his thumb pressing just right, and Destiny was done.

She shattered—again—pleasure tearing through her like wildfire, her thighs tightening around his hand, her entire body trembling as she broke beneath him.

Namjoon moaned at the feeling, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her throat, her chest. He didn’t stop—he kept fucking her through it, letting her ride out every wave until she was a shaking mess in his arms.

And then, finally, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips.

He held her gaze as he slipped them into his mouth, sucking them clean, his tongue curling around his fingers like he was savoring every last drop.

Destiny whimpered.

Namjoon smirked, his eyes dark with something dangerous. “You taste like heaven.”

She was still catching her breath when he shifted, his hands moving to his sweats to take them off

“I need you, Destiny,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath warm against her lips. “Need to feel you wrapped around me.”

He was thick, hard, already leaking at the tip, and the sheer size of him made her pulse stutter.

Namjoon saw her reaction, and his smirk deepened. “You think you can take me, baby?”

Destiny licked her lips, her fingers wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “Try me.”

Namjoon was barely holding on. 

His body was wound tight, his restraint hanging by a thread as he pressed the thick head of his cock against Destiny’s entrance, just enough to feel her warmth, just enough to drive both of them insane.

She was so wet, so fucking ready for him, her thighs trembling, her breath hitching every time he pushed just a little further—only to pull back, teasing them both.

Destiny whimpered, hands gripping at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Joon, please—”

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his forehead pressing against hers as he barely slid inside—just an inch, stretching her open, giving her the tiniest taste of him before pulling back out.

She gasped, her nails raking down his back, her entire body shivering at the teasing slide.

Namjoon clenched his jaw, his fingers digging into her thighs, holding himself back by sheer force of will. “I should take my time,” he murmured, his voice thick, trembling. “Make this slow, make this last.”

Another shallow thrust—just the tip breaching her, making her whimper, making him groan.

“But I can’t.”

He pulled back. Pushed in again. Just an inch. A slow, tormenting stretch.

“I should be patient.”

Another pull. Another push.

“Should make love to you properly.”

Deeper, but not all the way. Just enough to feel her fluttering around him, enough to drive her insane with need.

Destiny let out a broken, frustrated moan, her head falling back. “Joon, stop teasing—”

He smirked against her skin, his breath hot on her throat. “I like hearing you beg for it.”

She let out a shuddering breath, her hands tightening in his hair. “Joon, if you don’t—”

Before she could finish, he snapped.

In one smooth, devastating thrust, Namjoon buried himself inside her, stretching her wide, filling her to the hilt in one slow, delicious push.

Destiny cried out, her back arching, her legs locking around his waist as the feeling wrecked her.

Namjoon groaned into her shoulder, his entire body trembling at the sensation of finally being inside her—all the way, no teasing, no restraint, just him fully claiming her.

“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing bruises into her thighs, his body shaking. “You feel… perfect.”

He stayed there for a moment, buried deep, letting her adjust, letting himself feel her, letting the heat of her body pull him under.

Destiny was breathless, her head spinning, her body pulsing around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of him.

Namjoon groaned, his lips trailing over her jaw, her throat. “So tight, so wet… fuck, baby—”

He thrust—just once, slow and deep—and Destiny gasped, her fingers clawing at his back, her body stretching to take him.

He pulled back, dragging himself almost all the way out before slamming back in, the impact sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them.

Destiny whimpered, her nails leaving red streaks on his skin. “Joon—”

He swallowed her moan with his mouth, kissing her deep, his hips rolling, slow but hard, hitting every spot inside her just right.

“You were made for me,” he whispered against her lips, his voice wrecked, reverent.

His hips snapped forward again.

“You belong to me.”

Another thrust, deeper, sharper, making her cry out.

“I’m never letting you go.”

And then he fucked her.

Hard, deep, relentless—his hips rolling in a rhythm that had her breaking apart beneath him, moaning, gasping, whimpering his name.

His mouth was everywhere—her lips, her jaw, her throat, her chest. His hands gripped, claimed, worshipped. And through it all, he spoke to her—sweet, desperate, filthy words, his voice dripping with need.

“You take me so well.”

“You feel so good around me.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

His thrusts got faster, rougher, his body losing control the more she moaned, the more she clenched around him, her walls squeezing him so tight he thought he might fucking die from how good she felt.

Destiny cried out, her body shattering beneath him, her orgasm slamming into her, her legs tightening around his waist as she clenched down on him.

Namjoon groaned, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate, his body chasing his own release. “Destiny—fuck—”

And then he was gone.

Pleasure hit him like a freight train, his body locking up as he buried himself inside her one last time, his release spilling into her, hot and deep, his breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps against her skin.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

They were just there, tangled together, bodies trembling, the air thick with sweat and sex and something undeniable.

Namjoon pressed his forehead to hers, his breath still heavy, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered—

“…I think I’m in trouble.”

Destiny let out a breathless, spent laugh, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “Why?”

Namjoon pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. His were dark, serious, unchanging.

“Because I’m never letting you go.”

[danceyreagan]

Public Service announcement. For the kpop fandom.

If Archive-aesthetics, or Eroticimaginationn, reaches out to you with a sob story about constantly being blocked on the internet and not making friends, beware!

She claims people are being fake, when they dont respond to her. She was mad at one person, comes in my DM’s talking shit. Then insulting me, and harassing me. All things you can see in the pictures.

There is a reason people are continuing to block this person. Do not engage. Just report and block her or whatever accounts she creates to inbox you nonsense.

Be smart, take screenshots, respond in your ask box so your followers can see this persons true colors and know to block them as well. Thats the only way to take their power away. They want an audience. Don’t give it. Continue to live your life.

She has created a new account dedicated to hating on Brownsugarbaybee, who is a gem of a human. Im convinced this is a teenager, bored on summer vacation.

Keep it tight fandom. Love, peace, and Lightsticks.

[breezybangtanbebe]

Rain Rain Rain..You cant fake it : JJK 💋

Tags: JungkookXFemaleReader, raw car sex in the rain, bossy handsy Jungkook, freaky eager reader🥴😌

(Photo is totally AI, I take no credit for it.)

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His sweat tasted like honey on your tongue and it mixed with the flavor of the rain that scored his skin on your mad dash across the empty parking lot.

It came out of nowhere.

Well, thats what you would say considering you rarely checked the weather app. Your skimpy outfit being a clear indicator.

Jungkook gave up on warning you ages ago because you never listened. The only times when you did were at times like now, when he demanded that you straddled him the back seat of his Benz.

Your little skirt rides up your thighs and exposed the roundness of your cheeks to everyone if they could be seen through the misty windshield. Luckily for you, no one would be stopping to check in on a parked car at the vacant rest stop off the highway. Not on a dark rainy night like this.

Jungkook groans as your lips latch just under his jaw, suckling one of his many weak spots. He squirmed beneath you, panting in need when your teeth grazed his skin. As you worked on branding him, his hands spread over the expanses of your plump ass cheeks. He squeezes them greedily and grinds you over his lap.

The friction is delicious against your paper thin panties, and you moan against his throat when your clit swelled. You pull away from Jungkook’s throat with wet lips, only from him to yank you back into him by the back of your neck.

"Take them off.." his lips command over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth seamlessly. You sighed contently at the taste of him as you lifted your ass to peal your panties from your wet pussy.

Your skin was slick from the rain but deeper between your thighs, theres a moisture there that couldnt be blamed on the weather alone. Jungkook explored it with his fingers, his large hand curling under your ass to stroke your entrance. All the while he drowns out your breathy whines with his tongue, kissing you drunkenly as he played with your pussy.

You could feel just how ready he was beneath you, the curve of his erection bumping against your heat as you ground against him.

“Pull it out..Fuck me baby.." he says into your mouth and waste no time in reaching under his waistband.

His dick springs from his sweats and its as if he'd been allowed to breathe after holding it the way he exhales in relief. His swollen tip shined in the muted light that cut through the rain speckled glass, pre-cum leaking shamelessly from the hole.

You stared at it with lustful eyes and Jungkook smiled sexily with pride before pulling you in for another open mouth kiss.

He held you at your hips to lift you and your fingers dug into the leather upholstery for support as you lowered herself onto his length, both of you moaning in harmony as you sink onto him.

Jungkook's teeth dig into his lip as he buried himself as deep as your body would allow, spearing you hard against your sensitive cervix.

"Fuck.." you cried out, placing a hand on the roof of the car as your eyes drop to watch your pussy spread around Jungkook's girth.

Your clit bulged and begged to be touched as you rode him and Jungkook reads your body like a book. One of the hands that held your waist rushes to his mouth where his wet tongue waited for his thumb to press against it.

He uses it to rub messy circles over your sensitive button, causing a shock wave of sensation to shake your body.

“Oh fuck yesss…” you whimper, bouncing more frantically on Jungkook’s hardening dick.

You bears down on him hard and Jungkook takes advantage by rutting his hips upward, pinning you to the seat behind you with his other hand secured at your throat.

“Right fucking there..” he grits, tightening his grip on your airway as he fucked into you faster.

The messy wetness crescendos as Jungkook hit your spot over and over, your release drenching his lap and everything below him. Your voice breaks the moment your reach your peak, tapering off to a mumble of praises and his name.

“There you go..thats it..” Jungkook bites his lip as he guided your hips over his length, coaxing out every last bit of your high and allowing you to ride it out.

"Yes..There you go..thats it baby....shit.." he repeats, shuddering as his dick thumped inside of you. He hadn’t cum just yet, but he was close. It wouldnt take much either and he knew it.

Pulling out, Jungkook taps the side of your face gently to get your attention.

"C'mere...turn around."

Following his lead, you dazedly move your body to slot it between the front two seats. Your tummy rests on the middle console and Jungkook scoots over to the center backseat, his hands on your hips.

Before either of you could get cold from being apart, Jungkook re-enters you from behind.

He immediately begins to snap into you fast and hard with zero regard for how sensitive you were. Not that you cared since you met him thrust for thrust, bouncing back against him with a chorus of unbridled moans.

“Oh God…yes yes yes…Jungkook!” You sobbed, already feeling as if you were about to explode all over him again.

This position was always the killer.

Jungkook’s damp fringe swayed in spikes as he watched his dick disappear and reappear inside you, complimented by the way the your ass bounced and jiggled with every blow.

This was it. Thats all it would take for him to lose himself.

"Gonna cum..fuck Im gonna..." Jungkook rasps, his brows crinkling the closer he hurdled himself over the edge.

A second later, Jungkook pulls you back and buries his dick deep inside of your pussy before pulling out at the last possible second. Ropes of hot cum splattered all over your weeping hole and ass cheeks, his veiny tattooed hand jerking it fast to ensure he didnt waste a drop.

With something similar in mind, your thoughtlessly reach under your belly to catch his dripping nut that mixed woth your cum as it ran down your thighs, scooping a generous amount from your skin to taste.

Jungkook watched you with parted lips, his pulsing and sensitive dick still in hand as you used your fingers to clean yourself up. You toss him a naughty look over your shoulder, smiling evilly as you ran your tongue between your wet fingers.

"Youre fucking filthy..." he chuckles and you giggle around your cum coated digits.

"You love it." You exhale before sucking your fingers clean. Jungkook shakes his head, still in awe of you as he moved.

"Mmmh.." he hums as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, most likely to use as a cum rag to finish cleaning you both up.

[lexcantthink]

Namjoon 🤎

[herfunprincessss]

❤︎︎𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒!!

“The Gravity Between Us”

In a small coastal town where the cliffs meet the sea in jagged defiance, two souls lived in orbit—never close enough to touch, never far enough to forget.

Namjoon was a lighthouse keeper, a man of quiet routines and calloused hands. He had lived most of his life watching waves crash into rock, trusting the beam of light he managed to guide others safely, even if he himself never left the shore.

You were a musician who arrived every summer, renting the weathered cottage at the edge of the bluff. You played violin in the mornings and wrote songs to the wind in the evenings. You’re life was movement, the kind that tugged at the soul like a tide.

Y’all met like all such stories begin—by accident, if accidents were ever truly accidental. A string on her violin snapped during a storm. You wandered to the lighthouse seeking shelter and wire. Namjoon opened the door like he was surprised it still worked.

From that moment, the world grew quieter whenever they were near each other. Y’all conversations were infrequent but intense, like lightning caught in a jar. He loved how you could hear music in silence. You loved how he could stand so still and yet feel like the center of something vast.

But y’all were carved from different elements.

Namjoon belonged to the grounded. He feared leaving the shore, feared that if he did, he’d vanish into the world. You belonged to the air, to movement, to leaving things behind before they turned into cages.

Every year, you came back. Every year, y’all met again, and the air thickened with what might have been. Y’all tried, once. Spent an autumn wrapped in each other, letting hope whisper that maybe this time was different.

But hope is cruel when it forgets reality.

She left before winter. He stayed as always.

And yet, neither could let go.

Letters came in bursts. Songs carried messages only he understood. The lighthouse shone a little longer at night, though no ships were near.

They couldn’t be together.

But they couldn’t leave each other alone.

So y’all lived in the ache of almost—a tether stretched across years and waves, the kind of connection that defies logic but not the heart.

Because some souls don’t need to touch to burn.

They only need to exist in the same world. And that, somehow, is both enough—and never will be.

[joonslfttiddie]

Be Mine

Twelve

💜Fic Pairing: BTS Member x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Dark Romance | Demon Member

💜Warnings: (for entire work; not chapter specific) Mental Illnesses/Troubled Childhood/Alcoholic Parent/Mentions of Domestic Violence/Physical Violence/Stalking/Gore/Mentions of Blood/Sexist Remarks/Derogatory Remarks/Detailed Murder/Murder of an Animal/Language/Adult Themes/Sexual Themes/Mind Control/Telepathy (invading thoughts w/o permission)/Fingering/Masturbation/Manipulation/Alluding at Drug Usage

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,253

Kamryn Graham

He must have already been here because he came in so quickly. She wondered if he ran into Jimin on the way back here.

"Mariah. Baby, are you okay? What happened?"

Kamryn stepped back, allowing Taehyung room to check over his love, and seeing his face had Mariah crying all over again. Makes sense. That's how you should feel when you're in the arms of someone you trust. Something tugged at Kamryn's heart but it was gone just as quickly as it came. She thought about Jimin and where he was at the moment. Tucking her lips into her mouth to hide her smile, Kamryn was well aware that this was not the time or place to be grinning. Her friends would think that she'd finally lost it. Shit, maybe she had.

Mariah retold the night's events as Taehyung hugged and consoled her. When he questioned where Kamryn was when this happened, Mariah clarified.

"No. When I told you I was coming early to grab a drink and that I wouldn't be alone, I was with Tiara. She left shortly after we got here, saying she didn't feel good. That's when Jameel approached me. Kamryn and Jimin came running when I called after everything had already happened." He held her shoulders firmly, visibly shaken. Placing his forehead against hers, he kissed her nose, then pulled her into him again. He hugged her tightly as if his embrace would turn back the hands of time.

"He's a fucking dead man," he declared. And little did he know... he was right.

Park Jimin

All he needed was a scent, a picture, any clue to find the asshole that hurt his baby's best friend. And just as he suspected, a quick search on social media and the dark web gave him all the information he needed. There was an undeniable thrill, evident in each step to this car and the smile that rested on his face. Once in the car, Jimin was able to let the dark storm cloud of emotions swirl around within him. He relished in it, knowing exactly what he was about to do, and was ecstatic that he would be able to do it with Kamryn's permission. Her command. Show me your evil. He bit his bottom lip. Handle it. Her words reverberated in his mind and had him buzzing on a brand new high he'd never experienced. The tires of his car kicked up rocks as he rushed out of the parking lot and into the city streets. He sped down the interstate with a mental ping on Jameel's location while still savoring the flavor of Kamryn on his lips.

Fuck, the way that woman had him whipped, tamed, and ready to do whatever she asked of him was exhilarating. He was used to being in charge in every aspect of his life, but when he was able to relinquish the reins to her, it was like a new world had been constructed and curated just for him to partake in and enjoy. A world that he never wanted to leave. The thoughts of his depravity from earlier threatened to ruin this feeling, but he wouldn't allow it. Not now. The tug-of-war within only sparked a new level of contempt he had for himself. Good and evil, light and dark–his duality tempting his sanity.

A part of him knew that he would run here. Vile perverts like them were bound to stick together, finding camaraderie in common immoral acts. Jimin turned off his headlights and parked his car a few yards away from the house. Thankful for the blacked-out tint on his windows, he took a moment to slip into something a little more...comfortable. Quietly, he emerged from the car, allowed the door to latch, then pushed it to fully close with his hip before walking toward Colin's place. Fucking Colin. Such a fitting douchebag ass name. He had come upon the friend's name from Jameel's page.

With his black hoodie pulled over his face, he was still able to recognize the truck he'd seen on Jameeel's socials parked in front as he got closer to the house. His personalized tag read, Caesar. He was fucking proud of the shit he did; the nickname was the same one he used on the dark web where he and his lackeys sold explicit material of them violently seizing women without their permission, hence the name Caesar...seize her. Disgusting fucks. Fingers itching to make a mess of them both, Jimin resisted the urge, knowing how he wanted this to play out. He was going to make Jameel pay, of course, but this was also his chance to finish what he started at Clove all those years ago with Colin. He was bursting at the seams to finally be able to drag them both to their own personalized versions of hell.

Tap. tap, tap...tap, tap.

The secret knock.

Jimin learned that content was usually sold and transferred digitally, but for the "real deal", the live show, they allowed 'patrons' to come to the house to watch. For an extreme upcharge, of course, and they would signal their arrival with the knock.

"Yo?" One of the men yelled from inside. "We don't have any dinner tonight."

"Umm," Jimin put on the dorkiest voice he could muster. "But, I was told the catch of the day was fresh."

The door cracked after hearing the code. "Hey, bro. Is the grease hot?" One of the men peaked out, only revealing half of his face from behind the door, but Jimin recognized that mug immediately. How could he forget after being within a breath's shot just as he was about to slit his fucking throat? He still sported scars and irreparable damage from their first meeting. Colin startled, seeing the gold eyes peering at him from under the hood, and Jimin took the opportunity happily.

"Piping," Jimin answered with a deep, raspy voice before forcing himself inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Hey, bitch, what the fuck?"

"Who the fuck is this?"

The men scrambled in confusion, unsure of how to handle the situation at first. That was until Jameel pulled his pistol from behind his back and pointed it at Jimin.

"Nah." That's all Jimin said before motioning his hand for the man to give up his weapon. Jameel did as he was told, turning the gun to hold it by the barrel and extending the grip to Jimin. So easily, he relinquished the only form of protection he thought he had. "So... this is how things are going to work– Thank you," he said mockingly as he took the gun. "Both of you will shut the fuck up and have a seat." Colin rushed past Jimin to join Jameel before they both sat in tandem as if they'd rehearsed this a million times. "Alright, boys. I hope you guys are ready for the fun-filled evening I have planned for us. Should we start with a little karaoke? Board games? A little torture?"

The men sit perfectly still with their hands on their laps. Their expressions were unreadable, but the tears that slipped from their eyes tell it all.

Kamryn Graham

"Whew, she's showered and in bed, but she's not asleep," Taehyng announced to Kamryn when he joined her in the kitchen to grab a drink. "I don't know what to say to her, Kam. She didn't even want the bartender to call the ambulance, fearing that she would jeopardize the business deal I was working on or bring bad publicity to me or the company. I don't know...I'm so pissed. Livid. But not just at the muthafucka that tried to hurt her. I have to admit, I'm a little upset with her, too. What if something had happened to her? I– Am I wrong?"

Kamryn could understand where Taehyung was coming from, understanding that his anger toward Mariah was more because he was worried about her. About what could have happened.

"Yeah, I get it. Even in that scary situation, out of her mind from the drugs, she was still thinking of others instead of herself. But there's no need to be upset. We know her and know that this is who she is... always will be. You wouldn't get mad at fire for being hot, would you?" She continued before he could answer. "So, we can't be surprised that Mariah handled this situation the way that she did."

He leaned against the marble island with one arm folded under the other, sipping his water. What could he say? She was right. He released a deep, cleansing breath and silently agreed by nodding his head. Swallowing hard, his chest heaved with the effort to contain himself. Kamryn could see how the glass trembled in his hand as he gripped it so tightly.

"Fuck," he whisper-shouted, an attempt to not further worry Mariah. He forcefully released his arms out of frustration, nearly spilling water on the floor. "I should have fucking been there," he said through clenched teeth. "She told me she wanted to go a little early to grab a drink before my associate arrived, but I chose to finish up at the office before joining her. Fuck!" Tears of vexation threatened to slip from his eyes just as he placed his glass down to grip the edge of the counter. He turned back toward Kamryn after wiping his face with both hands, then allowed them to hang lazily as he gripped the back of his neck. She could see the way his veins strained under his skin, the tension between his brows, and the way his teeth were clenched tightly, causing his jaw muscles to flex.

Kamryn had stopped preparing her tea by this point to take a moment to now console him. "Stop, Tae. Don't allow yourself to spiral. I understand how you feel. I find myself feeling guilty for not answering my phone the first time she called me. But we can't dwell on useless emotions. It's not going to allow us to go back in time and change anything, so let's just focus on being better for her in the future. We have to stay strong so that we can support her right now, okay?"

"Yeah," he said, voice cracking around the lump in his throat. "Mmm hmm. Yeah, you're right, sis. When did you become so wise?" He teased. His own way of coping and trying to further suppress his frustration.

"You know, I almost became a psychologist."

"You? Psychologist? More like a psycho! Stick to snapping pictures, kid."

"Fuck you, Tae," Kamryn said, swatting at him and missing.

He dodged every attempt before he began rounding the corner to go back to Mariah's room, making sure to stick his tongue out at Kamryn just as he disappeared into the hallway.

"Weirdo," Kamryn said to herself, smiling at his silliness. She went back to stirring her tea but couldn't help but wonder...was she actually the weirdo? A psycho? Maybe. And she was starting to not reject it completely, wrapping her fingers around the warmth of her mug as she cozied up to the idea of what she was becoming.

Park Jimin

"Big man, Colin." Jimin grinned a smile unfitting of the situation. "We meet again." Judging by the way his eyes shifted, then grew, let Jimin know that he'd put the pieces together. "I'm a pretty good judge of character, and I knew from the first time I met you. You pride yourself on being strong, huh? You have a big truck, big guns, and you workout every day? You're a pretty big guy," Jimin continued, never expecting an answer from him. "Your friends and family would probably describe you as a tough guy. Someone who didn't take shit from anybody. Probably the poster boy of masculinity, right?" This time, he waited and watched as Colin's chest swelled with pride, and he nodded his head. "I knew it. You're a real man, huh?" Colin obviously didn't catch his condescending tone, nodding to agree with Jimin's words. "I'm sure you've probably fucked tons of women. Able to take your pick at any woman you wanted." Jimin paced the carpeted floor in front of the men. "What about men?"

"Fuck no. I ain't into that gay shit." Jimin snickered, knowing the man would fall right into the trap he had set.

"Well... we're going to try something a little different today.

With just a glance at Jameel and without saying a word, the man began undoing the buckle on his belt, then his button, then his zipper before lifting himself just enough to pull his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. "Nuh uh. Nuh uh. No. Please," he pleaded to which Jimin didn't waste his time with a reply. The look of panic that resided in Colin's eyes excited Jimin so much that he couldn't hide his smile. "Please," squeaked from Colin's throat.

"Damn. I wanted this to be a surprise, but it seems like y'all already know where this is going." Fat tears fell from Colin's eyes. "What? You don't want to do it?" He answered Jimin's question with a swift shake of his head. "Should I show you some mercy?"

"Yes, please," Colin begged.

Jimin contemplated aloud, "Hmm. Like the way you showed mercy to any of the women you violated? I think the fuck not. You're such a man that you had to drug women to have sex with them." He tsked. "I'm sorry, but it's either this or death, my guy. Honestly, this should be easy for you compared to what those women had to go through. Don't you think?" Silence and the stench of sweat and fear filled the room, only broken by the shaky breaths that flowed from the men seated on the couch. Jimin continued to pace with only the men's eyes following his movements as they remained perfectly still. "Are you ready to go to hell, Colin?"

"No. No. No, sir. Please," he sputtered as pleas and spittle flew from his lips.

Jimin flashes his eyes back to Jameel, and the man involuntarily begins stroking his dick. He pulled his favorite blade from his pocket—not intending to use it tonight—but still, both men whimpered in fear. Twirling the blade between his fingers, Jimin smirked, savoring the moment as their fear escalated into sheer, paralyzing terror.

"Well, then. What are you waiting for?"

With his free hand, Jimin grabbed Colin's phone and hit record, staging the ultimate nightmare for the homophobic coward who made victims of women. The man knelt before his friend and trembled as he opened his mouth to receive him. His head bobbed up and down, swallowing him whole. Jimin allowed Jameel to release moans of satisfaction to further humiliate his friend as slobber and tears leaked down his shaft. He wouldn't let Colin stop until he'd sucked Jameel to climax, making sure he got a close-up of the cumshot dribbling down his cheeks, lips, and shirt.

"Damn, throat goat! I didn't know you had it in you." Jimin chuckled at the imagery before him. He backed out of the camera app and found the recording feature. "Now, I want you both to repeat after me." He pressed record and placed the device on the couch next to the men and sent his script telepathically to them.

Colin: "Jameel. How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me?" The man's voice trembled, sounding as if he was actually heartbroken.

Jameel: "Why are you acting like this? We've been drugging and fucking hoes for years, not giving a fuck about who they were, their age, race, nothing. But now you have a problem? You weren't complaining when the money came in from all the material we sold. And don't get me started on the live footage. You loved it, then, but now it's a problem?" Annoyance and disbelief laced his tone.

Colin: "Are you fucking serious? Let's not act like you didn't go to Clove to try and fuck your ex. What? Did you think I didn't know who she was? Yeah, bitch. I knew."

Jameel: "Bitch? Watch your fucking cum stained mouth, Colin. You're the one who was just kneeling in front of me, begging me to fuck your fat ass throat."

Colin: "Fuck you!" The man yelled as he cried.

Jimin laughed quietly to himself, impressed with the performance he was creating.

Jameel: "Yeah, you've ruined your chances at that tonight. And, so what? I wanted one last taste of my ex. Can you blame me? She was the best sex of my life."

Colin: "But– But, you said I was the best you'd ever had."

Jameel: He chuckled deeply. "Aww, how sweet. Yeah, babe. You know I love fucking your tight little hole, but honestly, there's no comparison. Wait. What are you doing with that? Colin, stop. Put the knife down."

Colin: "Fuck you, Jameel. You won't be fucking shit else, ever again." The man's voice was shrill, filled with the bitter resentment of a vengeful partner.

Jimin stopped the recording, then sauntered into the kitchen and, with a gloved hand, grabbed the sharpest knife he could find. He wasn't about to let him use his knife. When he returned to the living room, he handed it to Colin then nodded for him to continue. Jameel's eyes bulged. When the cold, sharp metal of the blade made contact with his skin is the moment he realized this was not going to end with simple humiliation. With pleading eyes, he silently begged Jimin to stop; his chest heaved violently with horror. He didn't even allow the man any final words as he whimpered, the only sound he was able to produce, remaining helpless and vulnerable to experience what all of those women he'd hurt must have gone through.

Tears filled his eyes, and he let out the most blood-curdling howl that sent tingles up Jimin's spine. Colin sawed at the base of his manhood, to which Jimin shook his head at his method. "Fucking amateur," he said as he looked over Colin's shoulder. "Don't saw at it, dumbass. Hold it taut with this hand," he instructed, covering the man's shaking hands with his own, "then slice. Like this." Jimin demonstrated the movement in the air before he stepped back to allow Colin to do it on his own. The man's sobs turned into a demented cackle as tears and slobber continued to fall from his face. "Fuck! I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry, bro," Colin said to Jameel between laughing and yelling–mid-mutilation. Jimin relished in being able to witness his mental break–his gradual journey into insanity.

Blood was already trickling from the wound he had previously inflicted, but when he sliced through the man's flesh, it gushed out in spurts from his pelvis. It splattered Colin's clothes and face as it poured to meet the dismembered member that had plopped onto the floor between them. Jimin nodded for him to continue, causing Colin to retrieve the man's dick and stand up to straddle Jameel's lap. "Please! Please, stop!" he pleaded.

"I'm sure you've heard that a time or two, but you didn't listen. Why the fuck should I? Now, shut the fuck up and make him swallow it. Make him gag on his shit like you just did." Colin complied, forcing the man's own penis into his mouth and into his throat, causing his already labored breathing to cease. Jimin watched as the spark dulled and then left Jameel's eyes. "Hmm," he muttered when he realized he had no desire to feed on the man's final moment. "Not even worth it anyway." After releasing the man from his spell, he moved toward the door but stopped to watch as Colin laid his head on Jameel's lifeless shoulder. Snuggling into his homeboy's neck, he traced circles with his finger onto his chest.

"Hey. You know that song, 'You're my best friend' by Queen? I love that fucking song." When Colin began humming the song into Jameel's neck, Jimin smirked, making sure to file the image away to memory. One that he could treasure for years to come.

Hours later, sirens filled the air when officers arrived at the house. "Police! Open up!" One of the officers yelled. When there was no answer, they broke the door down, entering with force. As they spilled into the home, several officers had to step back outside to vomit into the grass, unable to handle the graphic scene that awaited them. They watched as a grown man cuddled the corpse of another, not missing the severed penis hanging from its mouth. Some of these officers were seasoned vets, serving on the force for decades, but even they couldn't have prepared for this. They'd seen some shit, but nothing like this. A horrendous stage that could have only been created in hell.

"What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?" One of the officers repeated the words like a mantra under his breath. Another had to be escorted from the scene, his gun visibly shaking just as badly as his knees were.

"Sir, please stand with your hands up," one of them finally said, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Colin looked up at the officers, and the innocence that laced his response was chilling.

"Sir, we're going to need you to stand with your hands up," he repeated. When he didn't move, two of the officers had to physically pull him from Jameel's body, both making conscious efforts to not vomit in the crime scene. The corpse jerked then stiffly fell over, eyes still open, as they finally pulled him away, which sent more officers out the door, unable to further witness the scene. Finally, after they got him to his feet, they got him cuffed and read his rights.

Colin looked up at the officer, a blood and semen-covered mess, with wild, empty eyes before he giggled. Then he whispered, "He made me do it."

"Who? Who made you do this?"

"The devil." His giggle grew wilder and more unstable as he was escorted outside. He began singing the same song he hummed against Jameel's shoulder, louder and louder and louder. "You're the best friend that I ever had. Been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine, and I want you to know. My feelings are true. I really love yooooooou. You're my best friend." Placed into the back of the cruiser, his neighbors and officers watched as he silently rocked back and forth. Then, he stopped. Completely frozen for a moment as he stared into space, facing straight ahead.

One of the officers watched from nearby and could feel that something was off. The eerie silence, like the calm before a storm. Then, through the open window, he could hear when he whispered, "best frieeeeend."

BAM! BAM! BAM! The sound of his skull slamming against the glass of the partition echoed through the air. He banged his head against it as if he was trying to free himself from the reality he'd just lived. Blood smeared across the surface as he continued to sing the lyrics, now at the top of his lungs, screaming as veins in his neck protruded from under his skin and tears traveled down his cheeks. The tune would surely haunt his and the officer's nightmares for the rest of their lives.

Kamryn Graham

It had gotten late as she found herself locked away in her room, her place of solitude, where she could lay down the mask she wore all day for the world's comfort. Nestled in a blanket on the oversized boucle fabric chair, she drank more of her now-cooled tea, realizing it had started to storm outside. Savoring the last of the sweetness in her mug and the sound of fat raindrops pounding against the glass of her window, she was completely at peace; the only thought in her mind was her wondering when she'd hear from Jimin. No concern as to whether or not he was okay–that was a given. She was calm. That's until her body startled at the snapshots that began to flash in her mind.

Eyes wide, as if zoned out and staring into the distance, she watched as images of a white man performing oral sex on Jameel appeared. The man looked familiar, but before she could think too hard about it, another image presented itself. FLASH. Jameel's pleading eyes were crying, snot and tears stained his face. She could feel the fear, the utter confusion, the desperation churning in her belly. FLASH. A knife. Blood splattered everywhere–on the couch, Jameel, the other man, the walls, the carpet. FLASH. A scene plays where the other man laid in the crook of Jameel's neck, drawing circles on his chest. And– Was that a dick hanging out of Jameel's mouth? His dick? FLASH. The feeling of horrid satisfaction played at their bond. Justice had been grotesquely served, and Kamryn was pleased as a smile adorned her beautiful features. Just then, she heard him.

Open the door, baby.

She rushed to the front door where she found him, her Jimin, smiling at her brightly. Not a trace of blood could be found on him, only marred by the rain that was still dripping from his hair and splotched randomly on his clothes. He'd stopped by his place to change, now wearing a matching hoodie and sweatpants, staring at her with the kindest honey-brown eyes she'd ever seen. Not a word was spoken between them as she took his hand and led him inside, making sure to close and lock the door. Then she pulled him to her bedroom.

A/N:

Whew. This chapter had me questioning my morals and mental state because, what tf? I promise, I'm a very sweet and loving person 😅 What do you think about what it?

Thanks so much to @moonleeai for beta reading this chapter!!! 🫶🏽💜

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[2:37 am] Namjoon x blk fem reader

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner. I wanna get stuck in your head.

Namjoon taps his pen on the pages of his notebook while he watched you moved about your tiny kitchen making pancakes. He did a doodle of you in the corner of the pages flipping a pancake and the pancake landing on your face. He wanted pancakes for dinner with you tonight. You were the best at making them since you worked at a pancake cafe downtown.

Lately, for Namjoon, things started to change when he looked at you. He thought of you a lot these days, more in ways than a friend shouldn't. Even wrote songs and poems about you that he would never share.

He wonders if he ever got stuck in your head the way you were stuck in his. He would compare you to a million things, but his favorite one being: “She's like lilacs blooming in the spring.”

Namjoon found lilacs comforting with their pretty smell, and you were no different from the lilacs. Whenever he needed comfort, he would run to you. He liked how his body would curve into yours when he finally hugged you and cried until his soul was empty, and he liked how your voice was soft and felt like summer.

You and Namjoon ate pancakes at the dining table. Namjoon had maple syrup dripping from his lips. You reached across the table with a napkin cleaning his mouth. “You've always been a messy eater.” You smiled at him.

Namjoon chokes on a piece of pancake only because he was taken aback by your smile. When did her smile become so pretty? He thought.

Namjoon wanted to say something, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and crossing lines he shouldn't.

But you were his friend and what could it hurt by telling you: “Y/n, your smile, It's really pretty like you.” Namjoon cringed at how corny it might have sounded. He stuffed pieces of pancakes into his mouth to avoid saying anything else.

You liked it, though. How he thought you were pretty. He noticed how you tried to hide your new smile by putting your head down a bit so he wouldn't see. He thinks it's cute.

A/N: I do take requests as long as it isn't anything smut. 😭