#jeonpendejo

[loststarxox]

i really like how you write jimin and the subtle touch/intimacy in your fics, is he your bias?

Thank you!❤️ And he’s more of like a bias wrecker actually. My bias is jungkook LOL but I’ve had moments where I watch jimin and just go 🥵🥵 and that vlog was one of those moments.

I mean let’s be honest, jimin has a chokehold on everyone no matter who your bias is.

[aajjks]

FUCK! (I)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. simpy simp koo. soft koo, sentimental koo, yns got some issues, relationship issues, fuckboy koo, hater yn(?), cringey, he’s so nosy, jealousy, bad first date, yn is a heartbreaker actually, they are both very blunt w each other lmaoo.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. SHARE FEEDBACK AND ENJOY! xx also I’ve been having the worst migraines for the last two days so plz forgive my shitty writing.

fic teaser.

series masterlist.

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“You look hot, going somewhere?”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes carefully watched you as you came out of your room, you looked up to see him, there he was, sitting against the kitchen counter with a bottle of soju in his hands.

“Thanks for confirming. Yes I am.” You replied, looking for your red heels. You had put them right outside your room at the halls walls.

“I think your heels are there.” Jungkook pointed to the opposite side of the wall and you hmm, muttering a ‘thank you’ as you pick them up and wear them.

“Goodness I think I’m kinda late already.” You huff in disappointment. Jungkook chuckles at that making you stop what you’re doing and you roll your eyes at him.

“It’s not funny, jeon.” Jungkook shrugs. “I didn’t say it was, but it’s just such a you thing, yn.” He’s got that playful smile on his lips, “you’re always late.” He states it as a matter of fact.

Your housemate is so annoying.

“Haha okay.” You reply to him sarcastically. Jungkook winks at you.

“So is it a date?”

And very nosy too.

“Why do you care? But yes.” You pick up the purse and your coat, wearing in a hurry. “I don’t know, we’ll see how it goes though.”

Jungkook nods, his lips pursed together in a straight line. “When is it going to be my turn yn?”

That question makes you stop in your tracks.

“When can I take you out on a real date?”

You sigh, “jungkook.” You don’t know how to say it, he knows the answer but he always asks the same question again and again.

“You just broke up with your girlfriend.” You remind him, grabbing your keys. “And never” It’s hard for you to be so blunt about this, but you have to be honest.

He’s not your type.

“You’re not my type.”

You hear his tongue click and he gets up from the seat to walk up to you.

“Ouch. Too bad you are my type.” He confesses. “But it’s okay. I’ll just have to wait and convince you.” He rolls his arms across his chest.

“Have fun.” He winks again and stares at you in a weird way, almost like if he was heartbroken, you gaze back at him and it makes you feel like a bitch.

but you know better.

Guys like Jungkook were never heartbroken. Guys like him broke hearts.

“Thanks jeon, you too.”

And you can’t afford to have your heart broken again.

You feel like it’s almost and truly hypocritical of you to go on a date whilst keep rejecting Jungkook.

And this is not fun either.

“Umm, I don’t really have anything fun to share about me.” You are not sure of what to say or how to make this conversation go forward.

It’s been so long since you’ve been on a date.

And this guy? You’re not too sure about what to feel about this. “It’s okay. I know it can be hard but, you do seem interesting to me,” He seems okay. But you are not too sure if you want this to go further.

And it’s not him that’s the problem.

You are.

“Also the food was quite good? No?” Your date, Hyun-Jae asks you, you smile despite your inner dilemma and nod. “Thank you, I really did enjoy this time with you.”

A lie.

You did not, actually this was a mistake, you had just wasted a nice guy’s time. Why did you even agree to this? You weren’t ready emotionally for dating again.

This was a bad decision and you feel so bad.

“So? It’s quite late now? Would you like for me to take you home?” You stand and the man follows. “Umm actually Hyun-Jae? You go ahead, I’ll manage.”

The smile of Hyun-Jae falters.

Damn, you really are a bitch

God, the guilt that’s weighing down on you has you feel suffocating, your past relationships have fucked you up so bad.

You give him a small smile and bow your head, the guy doesn’t speak a word and does the same, you pick up your stuff and pull out your wallet to get the cash out, you put it on the table and signal the waiter.

“I’m sorry.” That all you say before you leave the restaurant.

You don’t think you’re capable of dating someone anymore.

Jungkook feels so distracted.

For the last few hours, especially since you left. His mind has been fixated on the same thing.

You looked so incredibly beautiful in that dress.

And someone else had the privilege of seeing that so closely, probably. He munches on the popcorn harder, so much that he almost bites his tongue.

Jungkook wants you so bad.

The movie plays yet it fails to interest him, your thoughts are enough to keep him occupied, he doesn’t understand this infatuation that he has with you, his roommate or housemate.

You are so effortlessly beautiful, that’s for sure, you’re so different from what he’s used to when it comes to women.

You have him hooked.

But you don’t want him, you’ve made that clear since day 1. It is unfortunate for him.

But maybe it’s his karma.

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on the large screen but the frustration doesn’t die down.

He wishes you’d want him too, give him a chance to prove that he can change. He can change for you.

Meaningless sex is actually worthless to him now, it doesn’t help him get over this huge crush that he has on you.

And his methods of ‘getting over you’ aren’t the most moralistic, they don’t help his case either.

No matter how much clear Jungkook makes his interest in you, you keep on rejecting him.

Maybe this is what he deserves for being a fuck boy.

A chance at love gone.

Before Jungkook can sulk into the couch even more, the door opens, his ears perk up at the sound of your keys juggling and he tilts his head, muting the film.

“Welcome back, yn.” He stands up as you come in, putting the bowl of popcorn down, you greet him back, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey jeon.” You look at your roommate and see a silly smile on his face. “Bad date I’m guessing?” He grabs your coat and purse as you sit down on the couch.

Your feet hurt a lot.

“Bad me.” You sigh sadly. Jungkook sits down beside you, looking at you with his brown eyes filled with curiosity.

“What do you mean?” He asks you and you close your eyes.

He’s going to think you’re so stupid.

“Yeah no I just… in the middle of the dinner with such a nice guy I realised my relationship issues. I can’t be a good partner.”

He doesn’t reply, Jungkook knows you well. His feelings pushed aside, Jungkook knows you have a lot going on.

“Jungkook I feel so bad…” you don’t look at him but he can tell you’ve got tears in your eyes. It makes his heart clench.

“Yn..” he calls out your name, moving closer to you to hold you tight. “It’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace and you don’t resist, letting him take you into his arms.

Jungkook holds you so close to his heart.

It feels so good to him, that is a foreign feeling for him.

“It happens, you’ve been through so much. I’m sorry.” He apologises to you, “you’re perfect though, y’know?” His hands caress your shoulders.

“Even though I used to be such a fuckboy? I too used to have a ton of bad dates.” He laughs, you laugh too, it makes him happy.

“You’re still a fuckboy, koo.” You reply, and he tells you to shut up.

“That’s not the point yn. But if you feel so sad, let’s have some ice cream together and watch a movie and you can vent all you want.”

“I’ll always listen to you, your dear fuckboy is here for you!”

It only makes you laugh harder. And he can’t stop smiling like a fool hearing you laugh so beautifully.

Maybe it was better to be a simp instead of a fuckboy.

[jinconda]

Hustlers Masterlist

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

summary: Broken friendships, tested loyalties are causing Bangtan's internal problems to become worse than their external.

not so much a summary: im tired of weak, annoying y/n characters that are helpless and need jk to save them. that being said, reader is an explosive, temperamental, badass. jks girlfriend has the lovely title of being the annoying y/n.

warning: violence, I mean like some serious ass shit, killing left n right, graphic themes, dark themes, swearing

playlist: not mine but it gives off hustler vibes

Summary: When Jeongguk’s girlfriend, Jihyo is taken by the Daechwita gang, everyone’s friendships are tested as Jeongguk does anything in pursuit of getting her back.

wc: 6.2k

Summary: The aftermath of the Daechwita house causes tension and the severity of the issue begins to weigh onto everyone.

wc: 5.5k

Parts one and two are combined in one post which is found here.

Taglist: (I have this saved in my Mac’s notes, if you want to be removed given that I’ve been gone for half a year, let me know (and if you want to be added, even better ;] )

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[nexusnyx]

Hi! I just wanted to let you know your writing is amazing and to ask if i can be tagged in the peter parker tag, pls?❤

Sweetheart, you have the avi of my husband. You can me anything and I'll do it with a smile.

(you're added. mwah <3)

[adonis-koo]

have you seen jungkook in today's concert??? he looks like the exact description of wicked jk with the blue contacts and everything!

it’s like he was stalking this blog and decided to put those stupid blue lenses in 😭😭😭 AND THEY LOOKED SO FUCKING GOOD TOO UGHHHHH talk about photo copy image of wicked JK!!

[angelguk]

keeping it public I want to say that you're right and maybe its just my unconditional love for them that is making me act in denial but the hurt im getting from this is really overwhelming to the point that even tumblr isn't a safe place anymore but we must focus on BLM, its true that artists are showing their true colors now and even people in general but we have worst things to worry about right now instead of focusing on our kpop boys/girls that aren't using their platform for a good cause

first of all i hope you’re taking regular breaks from social media if you’re getting overwhelmed. its also been stressing me out so please take breaks!!

my issue with your response is that by calling out bts’s silence we are focusing on BLM. they have branded themselves as artists who speak about social issues and racism is a social issue!!! they fact that bts even built their initial brand on being a hiphop group (a genre created by black people) makes their position even worse imo because then they’ve just been using black music/culture for the aesthetic and disregarding the history behind that music. namjoon and yoongi are very educated individuals (especially namjoon, i really expected more from him) they know the power their platform has. do you know how many people would start donating/signing petitions if they tweeted a link? look at ariana grande, halsey, wale, dylan o’brien, kehlani and beyonce - most who are individuals they have interacted with/look up to. if bts want to be seen as international worldwide artists, they need to be able to use their platform accordingly. additionally, they are UN ambassadors.....why the silence? why can’t they just direct their fans to donate/sign petitions (i hate 2 say it but do you know how many armys would donate if bts said here’s a link????) im not angry at them im just immensely disappointed that they have decided to not use their huge platform do to good for others.

also in general, anyone who wants to use the “what about other kpop groups” argument i wont allow that. as a fandom you have all screamed about btspop to the ends of the world. bts are not like other kpop groups, their influence and platform is MUCH greater. we all know this. they are not only korean artists, they are international artists with an international platform and they need to start acting accordingly. their silence is part of the problem.

[guked]

can I just say... kiss the girl is one of the best jungkook fics I've read so far, and holy cow u name a random jungkook fic from whatever year and I bet ya I've read it, but seriously, your writing, the narration, the plot, the characters, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC IS SO GOOD mad respect for u dear author💗😍I'll continue to support you!!!

oh my gosh, thank you, baby! i'm so happy to hear that 🥰 thank you for your continued support for KTG, i appreciate it more than you know!

[domjaehyun]

wait im so stupid I sent that on anonymous again, sorry

jdksfjfgd you’re okay don’t worry hehe

[clumsy-jiminie]

the eros pact | kth | part four

◦ pairing :: kim taehyung x female reader

◦ rating :: 18+

◦ genre :: mature content, angst, smut, roommate!au

◦ word count :: 2.5k

◦ chapter warnings :: some fluff, y/n has a fat ass, fingering, needy!taehyung, big dick!taehyung, slight edging, mentioning of toys, sleepy sex, protected sex, hickies, some nipple play

◦ tags :: @yoontaethings​ @pixievelour​ @jeonpendejo​ @sxtaep​ @enchantaeduniverse​

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Taehyung flipped onto his back for the final time this night. Sleepy eyes stared up at his ceiling. There was something that was keeping him up, haunting his mind in the early hours of the morning. Fed up with drinking chamomile tea and counting sheep, he flipped the thin covers off of him. He left his room with a mission in mind.

His feet lead him to your door. It was shut, meaning you were well asleep. He didn’t care though, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. He stepped inside, where you were cuddled up close with a grayish teddy bear, quietly snoring. He paused for a moment, instantly recognizing it as the teddy bear he got you for last Christmas.

He still remembers the loud gasp you made once you pulled it out of the bag, followed by the ear-to-ear grin that appeared as you held the stuffed bear in the air. You called him stupid-looking, his head being way too big for his little body. But Taehyung instantly knew you were in love. He didn’t know you actually slept with the bear and just assumed you kept him on your bed for decoration. It warmed his heart, a faint smile forming on his lips. He was almost compelled to take a picture and keep it as his new lock screen. But he quickly was reminded as to why he was here when he felt the ache in his tired muscles. He stood at your bedside, his hand swallowing your shoulder as he gently shook you.

He called out your name several times to no avail. Maybe a different approach would help. He walked around to the opposite side of your bed, lifting up your duvet then sliding in next to you. The sudden dip in the bed persuaded you to wake up, but not enough.

Possibly, all he needed was someone to hold on to. It could’ve been one of those nights where his body craved the simple touch of another. You both would always sneak into each other’s rooms on sleepless nights, providing each other with endless cuddles.

So he assumed his position — his body pressed against your backside with an arm around your midsection anchoring you in place. His nose grazed against the skin of your nape, causing a relaxed hum to part from your throat. You always managed to smell so good at every time of the day. This surely had to be it. He started to drift off to sleep, mind full of someone as his eyes fluttered close.

And that was his downfall.

The thoughts he had, plus the warmth and pressure of your ass against his hips caused blood to rush to a different head. His member slowly started to awaken. He could feel it growing, throbbing as it filled with arousal until it was rock solid. His eyes opened again, releasing a deep sigh. Was this what he needed?

You pushed your hips against him, blissfully unaware that you were aiding this problem. A low groan emitted from his throat as his fingers gripped your shirt for a moment. He slipped his hand under the cotton material, his fingertips aching to feel your smooth skin. He stopped at your lower abdomen, his digits tracing small shapes against you to put his mind elsewhere.

But his lower half was persistent. His body needed a release, and it wasn’t going to let him sleep until he got one. He gave in to the throbbing of his cockhead, allowing the impure thoughts to take over.

He pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder, tickling your skin. He quietly called your name in your ear and pulled you in close to him. You were gently awakened but still slightly annoyed that your slumber was interrupted.

“What, Taehyung?” you grumbled as you squeezed the bear in your arms.

“I have a slight problem,” he said quietly. Your eyes stayed closed, hoping that this problem could be resolved with a few reassuring words so you both could get some sleep. Though, you tried hard to ignore the boner pressing against your cheeks.

“What’s up?”

“Peaches.”

That one word made your eyes shoot open. You glanced back at him, unexpectedly bringing your lips close to his. Your eyes almost went crossed as you tried to look at him.

“Peaches? Right now? At this hour?”

He was ok all day, coming home from work, eating some snacks, and even watching your favorite tv show with you. You were expecting him to call the card then, not at 3 in the morning when you were trying to rest up for the next day

He glanced down at your lips. The night light you had in the corner coating you with deep red hues. “Yes,” he breathed before filling the small gap between you two. The kiss was deep. The arm he had snaked around your midsection brought you in closer to him. He loved feeling your body against his. You fit into him like a missing puzzle piece. You returned the kiss slowly, only delayed by his sudden actions. You were still half asleep but awake enough to let a warm pit begin to form in your lower abdomen.

He pulled away. “Please,” he mumbled. He dragged the tip of his nose over your cheek, halfway nuzzling into you.

You felt warm, the sweet interaction causing a butterfly to flutter in your stomach. “OK,” you said quietly.

He kissed you again. You turned your body into him more so you could get in a more comfortable position. His fingertips ran up your smooth skin, taking one of your breasts in his hands. Your nipples instantly perked from his cold palms, and you moaned into the kiss as his thumb gently ran over the erect skin. Your core began to grow warm, pleasure swirling through your lower abdomen. He pinched it a little, causing you to squeak before returning his hand down the rest of your body.

As he toured your midsection, your leg instantly propped up in anticipation for his hand. He was teasingly slow, reaching down until his digits just grazed over your lips. You inhaled deeply, clitoris throbbing with excitement when he used two fingers to spread your lips open.

He knew you wore no underwear to bed. He found out when you sleepily stumbled out of your room one morning and into the kitchen. You tried to reach for something on a shelf way too high. This resulted in you standing on your tippy-toes and reaching, providing you with a full view of your bare ass.

This came in handy though. There was no awkward fumbling of your legs as he tried to pull panties off of you. There was no restriction of his hands by the cloth. Just easy and open access to your most sensitive part.

With his pointer and ring finger keeping your lips open, the pad of his middle finger applied pressure to your clit. The way he pressed circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves caused you to shake. You broke away from the kiss, having to release the chorus of moans and whimpers building in your throat. He placed his lips along your shoulder, leaving a trail of small kisses until he got to the crook of your neck. The sounds you made for him were addicting, encouraging him to increase his speed.

It wasn’t long until the pressure in your legs and abdomen built up and passed the point of no return. Your walls ached for him as you came from solely his fingers again. You wanted more though. You needed more.

And he was on the same page.

He pushed down the waistband of his sweats, allowing his member to be set free. You felt his throbbing length teasing at your pussy. His hand wrapped around your thigh, keeping your legs open as he rolled his hips forward, his length sliding with ease between your soaked slits as you moaned.

If only you could see it with your own eyes. You caught enough boners of Taehyung's to have an estimate of his length and girth. But from what you were feeling, at this moment, you had been underestimating everything. His tip grazed past your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your veins. With each push, you grew wetter and his member throbbed with excitement.

You didn’t imagine the first time being like this, sleepy kisses that grew into hungry ones in the late morning. You had it set in your mind that you would both be drunk the first time. The alcohol driving your sex drive until you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him. You had to say you preferred this more. There was more intimacy here. Something that provided fuel to your Seokjin fantasies.

He nibbled along the skin of your neck. The first hickey didn’t even get a chance to heal before he left you with another. You dropped your leg for a moment, providing a tight space for his member. This emulated the feeling of your walls around him. It drove him wild, the pace of his hips increasing as his fingers dug into your thighs. His breathing started to quicken, low moans parting from the back of his throat and directly into your ears. Then you quickly lifted your leg again, opening the space up to stop him from getting too close.

“Do you…” He breathed as you nodded your head. You leaned over into your nightstand, fumbling around with miscellaneous objects until you felt the wrapping of a condom. You always had some handy just in case Seokjin came to his senses and wanted a night with you.

He took it from you, quickly opening it and rolling the piece of latex onto his member.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded your head once more, dying to know what it would feel like to have Seokjin inside of you. He reached his hand down in-between you two. Guiding the tip of his cock along your wet slits, lubing himself up with your slick. He found your entrance, where he slowly pushed into you.

You winced at the sudden pain. He was definitely way bigger than you imagined. You felt him pull back.

“You OK?” He asked with a concerned tone. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you whispered. You glanced back at him, your eyes filled with lust. “Please keep going.”

He nodded, realigning himself again where he pushed into you. You inhaled sharply, trying to get used to his girth as your walls stretched to accommodate the foreign object. He was in about halfway when he pulled back and pushed again. He kept his pace slow for you, taking as long as it needed until your whimpers of pain became moans of pleasure.

Once he knew that you were used to it, his animalistic instincts took over. His hips began to snap into you hard and fast. The bed creaked along with his powerful thrusts. One hand was wrapped around your thigh, holding it up as the other was snaked underneath you. He pulled your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him fully. He watched your mounds bouncing to the rhythm of his hips. Using his free hand, he grabbed one of them, squeezing at the flesh.

You were amazed to find he was so capable. Taehyung wasn’t a fuckboy, he didn’t bring random girls over every other night and send them home, but he sure fucked like one. He touched you in ways that sparked memories of one-night stands with the college boys down the hall. Skilled with his hips, but there was care behind it. He wanted to ensure you reached your high first. It was his goal.

Your eyes had to screw shut, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming. Everything you felt from the spots that no toy you’ve ever used being hit, to his hand massaging your supple breast, even to the low moaning from him because of how good you felt, aided to push you off of that pleasure cliff. Your walls tightened around him rather quickly, sending you into your second orgasm. His hips slowed, trying not to get sucked in by your pulsing walls.

Once you came down from your high, he hooked his arms around you. He flipped you, his back now on the bed while you were on top of him. You quickly grabbed the covers and threw them off of you, gazing down at sight. You finally saw his length, wrapped in the warm red hues of your light. He was easily comparable to your biggest dildo. His cockhead twitched with excitement, glistening in the low light due to your cum covering it. You inhaled deeply before raising your hips over him.

This should be no problem. You’ve ridden a ton of toys before. But as you aligned and lowered yourself until he was completely encased in your walls, you could feel the pressure in your stomach from how filled you were. You stabled yourself using his legs and slowly began to raise and lower your hips despite the overwhelming feeling.

Taehyung was watching in amazement. He loved the ripple your bottom made each time you slammed down on him. It made him throb seeing you pull your shirt over your head, discarding the unnecessary fabric, and how your hair was threatening to fall out of your messy bun. He reached forward and guided you to a speed that both of you enjoyed. Your moans melted into each other as you felt the build-up of another orgasm.

He then grabbed your waist, pulling you back until you were resting on top of him. He propped his legs up with one arm wrapped around your ribs. The other went to your clit, with his fingers teasing at your swollen bud.

He thrusts up into you ruthlessly in coordination with his fingers. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head before shutting tightly. You desperately griped at his arm, nails digging into his skin as your other hand slapped over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

Both of your minds were in two different places. Both imagined the people of their dreams giving them this immense amount of pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, stopping yourself from moaning out Seokjin’s name. Your head was filled with him, after all.

Another orgasm built up with ease, crashing you into another wave of pleasure. This orgasm sucked him in along with it. He bottomed out once more, his cum filling the condom when he would much rather be spilling his load into you. After a moment, he slipped out of you slowly. You wanted him to stay in you just a little longer. He rolled you onto the bed before getting up and disposing of the condom.

While he slipped on his sweatpants, you put back on your pajama shirt. He crawled into bed next to you. He resumed the position from before, his hips pressed into your ass with an arm wrapped around your midsection. He pulled your frame into his warm body.

“You're sleeping in here tonight?” you asked as you snuggled into your bear once again.

“Mhm,” he hummed. Only seconds later, you were met with the faint sounds of snoring.

[jjungkookislife]

how am I supposed to survive? @jeonpendejo

[starbabytae]

@jeonpendejo replied to your post:

girl I was just stalking you omg kfkkfkffk I like how you're realistic about the characters emotions, especially the reader, like you don't try to make things sweeter or softer than it looks/sounds, you capture the exact reactions/emotions someone in that situation would act and I love that so much, also how you portray the personalities of the boys in an accurate way despite the genre, au or whatever, I love that and its something u can't find elsewhere and tbh I don't see where you can improve, and maybe thats bc im so in love with your writing lmao, only thing I feel dissatisfied after ending one of your stories is that I want more more more like its so goooooooodddddd

So first of all I'm answering like this because this is a sideblog so— thank you so much I’m— 🥺🥺🥺 I didn’t think someone would think of my writing like that and I love how you say it 🥺 you own my whole heart pls take it ❤️

also, which story was it that you finished? maybe I’ll be continuing it or something 🤔

[aajjks]

FUCK! (II)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. mature explicit themes, wet dreams, jealousy, exes and oh’s, simp koo, fboy koo, horny koo, yn is stressed as always, a cute coffee date, lovesick koo! bad decisions 101.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. hi, share feedback plz, send asks because they keep me really motivated <333 ENJOY!

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Jungkook wants you.

It’s clear, no matter what he does, you’re always stuck in his mind. You’re buried deep inside his brain,

The man wakes up panting. His blurry vision slowly clears out as he tries to calm himself down. “F-Fuck!” He exclaims, looking around to see the walls of his bedroom.

The scene plays out clearly in his mind, the dream so vivid and he finds himself distracted.

“Kook…”

You barely whisper, caressing his cheeks as you lean closer to him, Jungkook feels his heart rate quicken, your scent already taking over his consciousness, “you’re so good to me.” You confess, looking into his eyes with your wild E/C ones,

His knees feel so weak.

His eyes settle on your mouth, he can feel himself foaming, “such a good boy…” he praise him, your tone is so sultry, he cannot bring himself to utter a single word.

You have him tranced.

“So much better than he ever was..” you lovingly stare at him, lusty haze clouds your eyes, Jungkook can’t even focus on your words.

You’re such a dream for him.

“Good boys deserve a good kiss.” Your words send a shiver down his spine, and you kiss him, hard.

And he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back with the same passion.

“SHIT. now I’m hard.”

He’s embarrassing. “Fuck I’m such a whore.” He mumbles to himself, but the guy can’t stop smiling, last night was so good.

You were so close to him, protected in his arms as he held you so gently, Jungkook could live last night forever again.

But you were so broken too, crying so softly, it wasn’t easy for him to see you like that, you hardly ever opened up to him.

You were a closed off person, maybe wrong wording but you didn’t really like to share much about your life with him.

“You deserve the world YN…” Jungkook sighs and gets up from his bed, he stretches his shoulders, yet the ache between his legs doesn’t really let him move too much.

He ignores it and picks up his phone.

Today was Monday, you were at work, and he needed to get ready for work too, Jungkook opened your number and bit his lip.

His fingers type and he smiles like a fool.

yn 💌: coffee at 7?

me: cool, near your work place right?

and with a huge smile on his face, he puts the phone down.

“This shower is definitely going to be so long.” He sighs again, excitement flowing through his veins.

He was truly in love for the first time.

With you.

You wait for Jungkook to come, the place smells like heaven to you, fresh smell of coffee brewing, God you could stay here forever.

Today was exhausting at work but when was it not? Your boss was a pain in the ass, you hated rich narcissistic people.

But, thank you to the person that invented coffee.

“Hello ma’am, ready to order?”

You look up and give the waiter a small smile, “in a few minu- hey babe.”

Jungkook’s voice almost startled you, there he stood in all his glory, a t shirt and tight jeans with a rough leather jacket on his body.

He looked good but he was late.

“You’re late, Jeon.” You roll your eyes as he sits down right in front of you, a cheeky smile on his lips, he was awful.

But it was Jungkook.

“sorry, work was awful.” You couldn’t disagree with him on that. “True…. So, I’m gonna order.” You turn your attention to the waiter.

“Sorry for the wait…. But I’ll just take this one, please?” You point on the menu, “thank you.” You thank the man and jungkook follows your lead.

As the waiter leaves, Jungkook speaks up. “You’re gonna pay for my coffee right?” He jokes, you smile.

“Of course my invitation so my treat.” You both giggle and your eyes wander around the cafe.

Your smile dies as soon as a familiar face comes into your view.

“What’s wrong, YN?”

Jungkook stares at you with worry, “YN?”

“K-Kyung soo’s here.” That’s all you can say but Jungkook gets the hint immediately, “so?” He questions, his jaw clenching as he notices your tense demeanour, “he’s coming towards us.”

“Fun!” He mumbles. “Don’t worry I got you.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it.

You close your eyes and try to calm down.

“YN?!”

That voice, you can’t forget it, you open your eyes to see that familiar face once again in a long time. “Hey Kyung soo!?” You force a smile out, unknowingly giving Jungkook’s hand a firm squeeze back.

You feel so nervous and anxious.

“Nice seeing you here! You still get coffee from here huh? You look good, YN.”

Your ex boyfriend points out and you feel your cheeks heat up.

You’re not sure why.

“U-Uh y’know I like specific places.” You reply, not noticing Jungkook who’s almost glaring at your ex.

“Of course, umm, who’s this?”

Kyung soo noticed however, and asks you, “o-oh yes! This is Jungkook..” you introduce your housemate awkwardly to your ex boyfriend.

“Oh- her boyfriend.” Your eyes widen and you look at Jungkook with absolute shock.

“O-Oh.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, who are you?”

“Her ex, u-uh nevermind, YN it was nice to see you, hope you’re happy.” The other man hurries away, you stay frozen at your place.

“WHAT WAS THAT, JUNGKOOK?”

“I said I got you.” He winks, a wicked smile on his face and he shrugs.

Being your fake boyfriend was only step one into becoming your real boyfriend.

“Oh look, our orders are here!”

And Jungkook was a determined man.

[nexusnyx]

this comes at a completely random time but i have just finished reading the priest bucky fic 🙏and i wanted to say that i love the vibes of your blog (and your writing ofc), if i could somehow describe it, it would be something like late 2000's early 2010's indie romcom type of vibe (i remember reading ur tasm peter drabbles while the movie "definitely, maybe" was playing in the background), or a small brick apartment in nyc, heavy rain in a coffee shop, and idk i guess i just meant to say ur blog is a really beautiful comfort place in my head

anddddd now i have to adopt you into my hut cabin in the woods.

this was THE nicest aesthetic someone’s ever painted of my vibes ever. i LOVE it. it’s got me written all over it and if i was feeling to icky to write before, congrats, you’ve just put a hello kitty bandaid on all my wounds.

i adore you & thank you. i hope you find comfort here whenever you need cause it’ll always be waiting for you 🖤

[adonis-koo]

your anon questions about the nsfw thang are becoming #messy missy answers LMAOOO

getting bullied into posting it but it’s exactly the reaction I wanted 😎

[clumsy-jiminie]

the eros pact | kth | part ten

◦ pairing :: kim taehyung x female reader

◦ rating :: 18+

◦ genre :: mature content, angst, smut, roommate!au

◦ word count :: 3.2k

◦ chapter warnings :: angst with resolve, arguing, cursing, alcohol consumption, drunk sex ( parties were able to consent ), post-sex shame, pet names - baby, kitten

◦ author’s notes :: AHHH IT’S THE FINAL PART! I really enjoyed writing this you guys, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it! it was fun, and I might do another mini series like this if the idea comes along. thank you guys so much for reading. 💖

◦ tags :: @yoontaethings​ @pixievelour​ @jeonpendejo​ @sxtaep​ @enchantaeduniverse​

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You came home from work, a book in your hand as you pushed the door open. After a particularly hard day of your boss hammering you for some spreadsheets that weren’t originally assigned to you, and then followed by someone eating your packed away lunch. All you wanted was some of Taehyung’s cooking and to be cradled away in his arms. As soon as you let the door shut behind you, you drawled out a sigh. Your inner thighs still ached from the events of two days ago, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

While you set your things aside, you realized the smell of food being prepared didn’t hit you. There was no slight sizzling of a hot pan or the slight bubbling of a pot. In fact, you were greeted with silence. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you walked through the dimly lit kitchen. There was something off, something wrong and you couldn’t figure it out. Taehyung’s door was cracked open, and you casually walked in.

Instead of seeing him either sleeping in bed or not home at all, he was standing in front of his floor-length mirror. He was dressed in attire that wasn’t his usual home look. He had on an orange button-down shirt, with some white dress pants.

“Where are you going?”

The sound of your voice startled him as he turned around quickly to face you. His chocolate eyes were wide, and his jaw slightly dropped. You noticed his hair was styled, pushed back to expose his forehead. You also noticed how he purposely left the first few buttons of his shirt undone, displaying part of his chest and his neck.

“I…,” his voice faltered a bit, shaking as he reached his hand back to rub his neck. “I have a date.”

Four words were all it took to have your heart drop to your stomach. The surge of emotions through your body had you feeling nauseous, though your outer expression remained the same. You started at him blankly.

It’s a joke. It had to be a joke.

“Madison asked me out…”

“And you didn't say no?!” You asked, trying to mask the pain of your heart sinking deeper into the abyss.

Your name slipped past his lips, delicately wrapped in a comforting tone. Almost as if he was going to cushion a devastating blow. He took a couple of steps towards you, but you instinctively took some back. The distance between you two needed to be kept.

“It’s not like that…” He continued in the same tone from before. “I just… I have to see this through.”

“See it through?” You repeated as your back hit the wall. Your brows furrowed as your hands balled into a fist.

“Did you not mean it then?” You asked softly, gazing up at him.

“Was it a fucking hoax, Taehyung?” The volume of your voice raised. The possibility of those three simple words that were said last night being a lie-filled you with anger.

He winced from your question, searching for the correct phrases to say. He didn’t want to hurt you, and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do to you. But words were never his forte. So many thoughts died on his tongue because of this weakness.

You took his silence as admittance. It was a sex-hazed confession. He didn’t love you — he loved the way you made him feel. He loved that you wanted him, needed him, in fact. And so desperately that you reached the point where all you saw was him. Tears burned your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks. All he could do was look away from you, head filled with words and sentences that his mouth refused to articulate.

A single tear escaped, prompting you to quickly wipe it away. “Have fun on your fucking date.”

You found yourself at the lounge you frequented. It was abnormally quiet on a Monday night, causing it to feel empty. Maybe you were used to the weekend bustle, or maybe, you realized without Taehyung’s presence, anywhere could feel empty.

You thought about going to Seokjin’s, putting up with his below-average dick for the night just to feel something resembling love. But a quick scroll through Instagram shot that idea down. Apparently, his breakup with his girlfriend was short-lived — already seen cuddling on his story with a heart emoji skillfully placed.

You stared into space, mind completely blank as your eyes fixated on the empty glass of wine in front of you. It was your third cup of red gasoline that left a horrid taste on your tongue. You normally opted for the sickening sweet drinks. The ones that crept up on you in an hour and left you a wobbling mess by the end of the night. But you didn’t have time for the slow alcohol to course through your veins. You wanted this feeling in your chest to subside now. The heaviness that weighted your heart down, crushing it under a wall of sorrow.

How could you have been so stupid? So blind to the fact that he couldn’t have seen you that way. From the initial convincing, even to the agreement only because he could think of someone else. It was ridiculous of you to ever think he was going to catch feelings for you. To look down at you, and actually see that it was you he was filling to the brim.

He used you as you used him. It was only fair. It was what you agreed to. You let feelings fester and grow to the point of no control. To the point where your heart could sell from just looking at him. To the point where you would become soaked if he said your name in the right tone.

It was karma for being so selfish.

10 feet deep in your thoughts, the faint clink of a glass being put on the counter in front of you pulled you back to the surface. You glanced at the yellow liquid in a martini glass, sugar along the rim with a curled sliver of lemon skin as garnish.

“I didn’t order that,” you said as you glanced up at the bartender.

“I know,” he replied simply. He then tilted his head to the side. You looked in that direction, your eyes meeting with a man who had his fingers wrapped around a short glass. He leaned back in his chair, feline eyes peering into you through dark hair. His rose-shaded lips turned upwards into a small smirk as he raised his glass towards you.

You gave him a half-hearted smile, picking up your own glass and raising it to him as well. You both downed your drinks, his gaze glued on you. The sweet liquid slid down your wine-coated throat, increasing the effects as they mixed in your system. He placed his glass on his counter at the same time as you. His tongue made a brief appearance, moistening his lower lip.

Next thing you know, you were exchanging hellos through messy kisses pressed against his very expensive car. You ran your fingers through his hair as his hands grazed your exposed waist. He pressed himself into you, trying to feel as much of your body through the clothing.

For the first time in a while, you didn’t care for his name. You just wanted to feel something that would pull you out of these depths.

Something that wasn’t Taehyung.

He pressed you into the leather material of his backseat — skirt hiked up to your midsection, panties pulled to the side, breasts spilling out of your shirt — as he pushed himself into you over and over again. Breathy moans fogged the car windows as his face nestled in your neck. It reminded you of that first night where things felt different. Where he savored every moment until your legs were quivering for him. Where he looked down at you with not lust in his eyes, but a twinkle of love. This man was pleasurable, but there was no way he was going to get you to that point.

He pulled back, staring at your bouncing breast that threatened to escape from your shirt. You opened your eyes for a moment, glancing up at the man above you. You swore you were seeing things. Your imagination was hitting dangerous levels. Your walls clenched around the man as you saw a flash of Taehyung’s face. Your mind knew exactly what it needed to get you off. Despite how hurt you were, and how he was the last thing you wanted to think about, you ran with it.

You pulled the man’s lips into yours as the feelings intensified tenfold. Your hand reached to grip his lower back, pushing him into you as the knot in your lower abdomen began to grow quickly. He thrust into you sloppily before one final push that caused you both to spiral into orgasms.

He pulled himself out of you, tossing the condom out of the window as he tried to catch his breath. You gracelessly shimmied your skirt back down before sitting up. You fixed the rest of your clothing before placing your hands in your lap. Hookups were such a thing of the past to you, you were left uncertain. Do you just leave? Do you kiss him goodbye?

“You got a ride home, kitten?” His voice broke your thoughts. The light from his cellphone illuminated his face. It was a shame, he was actually insanely attractive. You should have been able to enjoy your time with him, but your heart was too wrapped up in another.

“Uh…”

He handed you his phone without a second thought, prompting you to type in your address before switching to the front seat.

The ride home was silent, besides the songs playing through the speaker. You both knew that the intimate moment you shared was solely to get over another. It didn’t work in your case, considering that was the only reason you could cum. You glanced at the lanyard that was dangling off go his rearview mirror. It looked important, official-like. It had a picture of him on it, sporting a straight face without a hint of joy, and underneath, you caught a glimpse of the name Min. You did not dare to touch it, refusing to leave any more of an imprint on this car.

You arrived at your apartment complex, bidding him an awkward goodbye as you slid out of his car. As you walked inside, the building was too quiet. No one in the lobby besides the doorman who offered you a wave. But it was like he knew, like the building knew, what you just did.

And it shamed you for even daring to have another man’s lips on your skin.

The elevator scolded you for having him pressed in between your legs.

Your hallway berated you for seeing Taehyung’s face in the stranger.

You walked to your door, where your sad footsteps were mixed with another’s. Your gaze left the floor, looking up until your eyes met with the men who clouded your head.

You stared at each other for a moment, silently taking note of your appearances — from the disheveled clothing and slightly unruly hair to the glow that neither of you no longer possessed.

“Fun night?” He asked, breaking the silence. He noticed how your body stiffened, hand gripping onto your own arm in an attempt to hold yourself together.

But your eyes narrowed, pushing the feelings of sadness to the side temporarily. “I could ask you the same question.”

You saw the fuchsia lipstick that stained his collar, opposite of the deep purple mark huddled in the crook of his neck.

He glanced away from you, words failing him again. The whole time he was on his date, he couldn’t think of anyone besides you. When Madison's lips were pressed against his skin, all he wanted was yours. If he stayed in his fantasy land and pretended that it was you sitting on his lap in the front seat of his car, maybe the night would have been a success.

But as soon as he caught a glimpse of lips that weren’t yours, his member was softer than a marshmallow.

His silence infuriated you. You wanted to yell, scream, and call him every horrible name in the book while pounding your fist against his chest. But you knew it would only be an excuse to wrap his arms around you, holding you so close you had no option but to cry into him as he placed kisses to the top of your head.

His eyes met yours, and for a second, you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and forget everything ever happened. Take it back to those days when you were silently his. That small portion of time where all he saw was you, and all you saw was him.

But that stain on his collar stopped you from ever taking a step towards him. You faced the door, quickly shoving your key in and pushing it open as tears started to well in your eyes. He called for your name as you kicked off your shoes.

“Fuck off.” Your voice cracked, and your throat burned as a whimper threatened to slip past your lips. The last thing you wanted was for him to see how bent up you were about this.

About him.

You made a beeline for your bedroom door, your fingertips just skimming the doorknob before his hand swallowed your opposite wrist whole. He tugged you away from the door, dragging you to the living room.

“Let go of me!” You sniveled. Tears leaked from your eyes, further pissing you off as you shook your arm to escape his grasp.

He spun you to face him, hands now on your shoulders to keep you in place. “Y/N, please listen to me.”

“Why should I?!” You glared at him, causing his heart to pang with sadness.

“Because I meant it.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. Baby, please just—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” The words left your lips precisely, chilling him to his core.

“You literally said it to me two fucking nights ago, and now you’re suddenly going out on a date? With that girl??” You pushed his hands off of your shoulders, wiping away the tears that stained your skin with your palm.

“Were you even going to say anything?! Or were you just gonna disappear then come back covered in hickies and lipstick?”

“Y/N, please try to understand what I was going through…”

“Oh yeah? And what's that? Fucking humor me Taehyung because I would’ve never stooped so low.”

“I was scared, OK?!” He blurted out. His chest was heaving slightly, feeling as a boulder just started to lift off his body. As you opened your mouth to respond, he quickly continued.

“You don’t get it. While you were out playing fucking house with Jin, you left me completely alone trying to process what the fuck I was feeling.” You stared at him, swallowing your words softly. His tone warned you to not cut him off, so you continued to hear him out quietly.

“Do you know how it feels to fall in love with your best friend and watch her thirst after a fuckboy? To have her right there in your arms, every fucking night, just to know her head was miles away, imagining someone else? When I said I loved you, I fucking meant it from the bottom of my heart Y/N.”

The more he spoke, the more that boulder continued to lift. If he let you go into your room, where you were probably going to cry your eyes out and forget that he exists, he could have never been able to say this. The more you listened to him, the more every drop of anger melted away in you. 

You two were best friends, silently falling in love with each other throughout the pact.

“So,” you said quietly while glancing down at your feet. “Why did you…”

“Because I half expected you to go run back into Jin’s arms. I was prepared to silently love you from afar. To watch as you lived your life with anyone that wasn’t me. Because I’m just your best friend, and that’s all I could ever be.”

“But… Madison…” You were quietly trying to connect the dots in your head. She was real, and at one point — months before the pact was ever a thought — she was all Taehyung could talk about.

A small chuckle escaped despite the frown evident on his lips. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Madison was a plan B, she was always a plan B. She was cute and nice, but she was missing something…”

He paused for a moment, briefly glancing at you to search your eyes for a sliver of hope. “You didn’t even say it back…” You saw a glint of tears forming in his eyes just before he turned his head away from you. He used the back of his palm to rub his nose while his other hand was planted on his hip. “I had to accept that what I wanted wasn’t going to work out.”

Your eyes grew wide. You realized that you fell asleep before the words could even leave your mouth. You wondered if you had said it, would he have still gone out on that date? Or would he be home, in the kitchen, showering you with kisses because he missed you so much?

"I... I'm sorry." You looked down at the ground again as your fingertips fiddled with the zipper of your jacket. "I was so caught up in my own feelings... I never meant to make you feel like there was another option. All the times I was out with Jin, I couldn't help but think of you. I was scared too. So scared that there was no chance you would feel the same way about me. But when you confessed, I felt like I was where I needed to be. I felt whole. I felt loved."

“Taehyung…,” you said softly. You took small steps towards him like you were trying to approach a scared animal. You gently reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, turning his face so you could see those dark eyes that you knew so well.

“I love you too.”

He stared at you like his brain shut off for a second and was in the middle of restarting. You let him take his time to fully drink in those words, and the moment — standing in the middle of your shared apartment, the only light from the foyer that illuminated half of his features as the familiar feeling of home settled around you.

And the heart-fluttering smile he flashed you afterward was worth it.

Before you knew it, his hands were at your waist, pulling you close to him before he planted his lips on yours. You felt every drop of love he poured into the kiss and tried your hardest to return it. As your arms found their place around his neck, he broke the kiss. A pout formed on your lips before you leaned in to continue kissing him, but he purposely backed away.

"I want to be with you, Y/N. I want you to be mine. No Jin, no Madison, just you and me." He leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against yours briefly before gazing into your eyes.

"Whaddya say?"

A grin formed on your lips as you quickly pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "What do you think?"

[clumsy-jiminie]

the eros pact | kth | part six

◦ pairing :: kim taehyung x female reader

◦ rating :: 18+

◦ genre :: mature content, angst, smut, roommate!au

◦ word count :: 1.8k

◦ chapter warnings :: fluff, some major realizations, baby bit of pleasure dom!taehyung, unprotected sex ( alternative bc ), slight edging, dirty talking, nipple sucking, creampie, hickies, scratching, fingering, overstimulation

◦ tags :: @yoontaethings​ @pixievelour​ @jeonpendejo​ @sxtaep​ @enchantaeduniverse​

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Passersby could hear the chorus of giggles and playful screams as they walked past your apartment door. All joyful noises in hopes to evade a soaking wet Taehyung, who insisted he get his hugs despite his current state.

“Stay away from me!” You laughed as you ran around the kitchen island. But he was hot on your tail, the fabric of your shirt just barely slipping out of his fingertips.

“What? I thought you loved my hugs!” He teased.

“Not when you’re wet!”

You squealed as you evaded his grasp once again. The last three weeks have flown by for you, and you have been happier than ever. Peaches became a daily thing, you calling it more often than him. Your Seokjin fantasies were running rampant, yearning for his touch at any given second. You didn’t know what came over you, but you were glad Taehyung didn’t deny once. He was the best best friend anyone could ask for.

You didn’t expect him to hop over the coffee table and tackle you onto the couch. All you could do was gasp as you accepted defeat. With his arms wrapped around you tightly, you fell onto the couch. Giggles escaped from both of you as you wiggled in his grasp. His arms locked you in place, reminding you that he was serious when he said he was going to the gym. You could already feel your clothing growing damp because of him.

You groaned playfully as you tried to push him away. “Taehyung!” You whined.

“Hush, accept your fate,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

His grip loosened, and you thought for a moment that you were going to be free. Until you felt his devilish fingers on your waist where he began to tickle you. You squealed again, laughter filling you as you tried to squirm away from him. His hands kept you in place, hovering over you as he watched you crumble into a fit of the cutest giggles ever.

There was something different about you, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. Was it how your eyes shut so tightly that crinkles formed? Or how your lips pulled into a smile so wide he knew your cheeks were going to hurt. Or was it your laugh? When did it sound so..., beautiful?

His fingers finally stopped, and your laughter slowly died down, but his eyes lingered on you. He watched your smile fade to only a fraction of what it was. And when your eyes opened to glance up at him, his heart skipped a beat.

He stared down at you silently, suddenly noticing little details about you that he easily overlooked before. Your brows furrowed a little, your lips tugging into half a smile as you looked up at the man.

“Tae?”

Goosebumps easily raised over his skin, and not because he was finally feeling the cold clothing sticking to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning in, filling the gap between you two.

When his lips finally pressed against yours, you returned the kiss timidly. You were confused, peaches wasn’t called, and you couldn’t even think such an innocent interaction could get him going. The kiss was achingly slow. So different than what you’ve grown used to. His tongue slid past your lower lip, asking for permission before you allow your lips to part. As his tongue grazed past yours, there was no rush, no dire need to feel bare skin pressed against your own. You had the sudden urge to take your time. To really feel him.

Your hands found the hem of his shirt, the kiss breaking momentarily to pull it off of his body. He did the same to yours, both of the pieces of clothing finding their way to the floor. Your hands glided along his arms, feeling the definition of his muscles as he placed gentle kisses going down your chest. He stopped at your breast, taking them into his hands before he latched his mouth onto your nipple.

He sucked slowly, causing your back to arch in his mouth as his tongue circled around the stiffening peak. Breathy moans filled his ears as he made sure to give each mound the attention they deserved. Your fingers tangled in his damp locks, tugging on it slightly when the throbbing of your clitoris became too prominent to ignore.

A low chuckle left his lips as he continued the path down your naval. Your breathing quickened as you watched him reach the waistband on your shorts. He pulled them off, taking your panties along with them. As he leaned back, he took in your naked frame. It was the first time he saw you in all of your glory. Every freckle formed on your skin, every curve that drove him wild. You were a sight to see, and he was drinking you in.

You flushed at his longing gaze, seeing the want swirling in his dark eyes. Your breathing hitched when you felt his fingers gliding over your folds, gathering your slick on his fingertips. He worked circles into your throbbing bud, making sure to pay extra attention to how you squirmed and arched at the various speeds. He knew each of your spots so well that he made you cum with ease. He loved seeing you become so desperate and so overstimulated that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. He loved that you did that only for him.

You reached down to grab at his wrist as your hips bucked upwards and legs trembled for the third time in a row. It was a blessing and a curse that he was so talented with his fingers alone. You looked down at the tent in his trousers, aching to have him inside you. He patted at his damp pockets before standing up. You grabbed at his wrist again, stopping him from even thinking of taking a step away from you.

He glanced down at you, your legs already spread wide and tempting him to come closer. Your eyes met, silently having a conversation before you nodded. He didn’t overthink your approval, eagerly unbuttoning his pants and leaving them on the floor with his boxers. He found his place in between your legs again, the bare tip of his cock pressing lightly against your lips.

He reached in between you, aligning himself before pushing forward. You both let out a long moan as your walls accommodated him. There was no need for you to get adjusted anymore. You became very used to the girth Taehyung provided. You looked up at him, eyes locked on his as he slowly thrust into you. The feeling without a piece of latex in between you was something unbeatable.

His eyes watched as your mouth hung open slightly. Each stroke was deep and sensual, making sure he bottomed out in you and pressed his tip against your cervix before pulling his hips back. He appreciated the unique feeling of your walls, trying to commit every dimple and wave to memory. Your hands cupped the side of his face, pulling him down into a kiss as his hand gripped your thigh. He broke the kiss, making sure to watch your face contour with pleasure as the pace of his hips increased.

He loved how your brows furrowed upwards. One hand gripped his shoulder while the other wrapped around his forearm. Beautiful notes filled the room as his hips grew erratic. The hand that gripped your thigh moved your leg forward a little so it could rest along his shoulder. The new angle allowed his hips to go deeper. You felt the familiar knot start to build up in your lower abdomen.

“Are you making that pretty face for me?” He said lowly.

Your eyes widen, butterflies suddenly erupted in your stomach. How could you have not noticed how nice his voice was before? You couldn’t even form words, his hips only allowing sounds of pleasure to part from your throat. A smirk played on his lips when he realized you couldn’t answer.

He decided to switch up the pace, slowing his hips down to delay his enviable orgasm. It pushed back your own as well. You thought you were safe until he leaned down and decided to latch his lips onto your weak spot, knowing where it was by heart now. He rolled his hips deep inside of you as he sucked diligently, barely pulling out of you.

He stopped to glance down at the deep purplish bruise forming over your skin. Then he left a trail of small kisses going up to your earlobe. “You’re so gorgeous right now.”

You never would’ve thought Taehyung was so vocal. You slept with this man countless times, and never did he say a word to you. When he pulled back to gaze at you again, his hips resumed the reckless thrusting from before. You gasped loudly, your moans rising in volume as you pressed the back of your head into the couch. Your back arched, unintentionally angling your hips so he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You like when I fuck you like this, huh?”

Such simple words shouldn’t have driven you this close to the edge. You didn’t even know you were a fan of dirty talking until he opened his mouth. Fingernails dug into his skin, leaving your own mark on his arm, as you whimpered out a yes. Several yes’s left your lips after as your body gave into the building orgasm.

It was the strongest one you’ve had yet, your legs quivering violently under him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him down, his chest pressing against yours, acting as if he was an anchor. He hid his face in your neck as his hips continued. He pushed through your spasming walls as his low moans filled your ears. The feeling was growing too intense. His pumping hips grew sloppy as he moaned out your name, leaving one final push inside.

You felt him throbbing inside of you, growing warm as he filled you with his seed. A moan slips past your lips. You discovered so many things you liked during this one session.

A panting Taehyung slowly raises himself over you once again, only leaning down to peck your lips before you feel him pull out of you. He marvels at the sight of your pussy leaking the mixture of your cum and his onto the couch. Swollen and glistening because of him. He leaves for a moment to return with a towel and a clean t-shirt. He carefully cleans you up, noticing the slight hitch in your breath when he brushes past your lips.

You sit up and pull his shirt over your head. You’re left dazed, the sounds around you muffled as he picks up your clothing. He presses a kiss to your head, mentioning something about starting laundry before walking off.

As you sit on the couch, wrapped in the unique scent of laundry detergent and him, it dawns on you.

You didn’t think about Seokjin once.