#jk I'm never writing this 🤪🤪🤪

[wiccawrites]

u did not hear this from me but au where kimchay meet a few years later in life, when Chay is a rising musician who joins a tv competition in the hopes of making his mainstream break and Wik has made such a huge impact in the music industry that he's invited to mentor and judge said competition!!!!!! Chay's confidence is shaky at the start but HEY GUESS WHO SAVES HIM AND GIVES HIM A CHANCE AT THE LAST MOMENT AND BECOMES HIS MENTOR?

[uyuforu]

Can you give more details on his Venus Libra, please? As in...is there any other placements in the chart that support "weak" placements (particularly in his chart and in general is it a thing)? Idk how to ask it correctly.

I mean, isn't it quite torturing for a person to live like that and never been satisfied with the partners and kinda not being able to fall in love with an actual person?

If not the placements how a person can fix it? Is it about shadow work/maturing or anything like that? Or it's written in the core of a person?

It's interesting because my Venus is in Gemini and all this relationship thing is kinda too...real and boring? Not a dreamy romantic thoughtful novel as I always portrayed it, duh 🤪

Jungkook's Natal Chart: Libra Venus in 9H, 17°

-> Hello! Thank you for your request! To be honest, I wasn't supposed to do this one lol but I'm currently in a café so I don't have my tarots with me lmao and I hate to draw cards in public. So I will do the Venus analysis of Jungkook in his Natal Chart! Hope you enjoyed :)

Venus in the Chart represents how you love, what you are attracted to and how you feel loved. This is a good placement to look at to know more about your love style and mostly also any red flags you could attract or even be! It makes you more aware of yourself.

Venus in Libra

-> Okay, so. Venus in Libra is a tricky placement to me. First, it just screams romance. Rom com love like. These people are just so so so romantic, you never saw that. But it's not like dramatic love, it's really poetry like love. These people, when in love, give the world to their partner. Libra is still an air sign, so they value freedom too. But their hopelessness has a bad side. First it can make them struggle to find love, as they wish to. They can expect too much, and be disappointed, and feel like they will never find what they are looking for. These people need to not mistake the imaginary with reality. So these people can go in many relationships, or more kind of situations hips. They can also date but find it hard to fall in love, because they really are waiting for "the one". They can also enjoy flirting, these natives can have periods in life when they just want to have fun. They are so charismatic and flirt like nobody lmao. Also, sometimes their kindness can be mistaken for flirting. They may always feel like someone have a crush on them? Or they really enjoy to have people falling for them, they enjoy seeing they affect people. They take good care of themselves, they love to look good and have compliments. Some people could see it as shallow, but they are really nice people. They hate injustice, and hate mean people. They need equality, fairness, kindness, non judgmental people to feel good in a relationship. Basically, a Libra Venus will provide you equality, gentleness, allegiance. But they require devotion, traditional romance, companionship. If you are not romantic, it's a no. If you don't love them enough, it's a no. But once they are happy and feel loved in their relationship, they are just such a cute partner! The kind of partner to just give you all their love, and I noticed these people have all the 5 love languages lol! And they truly believe love always win. They want someone they can show their flaws to and they will gladly accept yours in return. Also! Funny thing but people with Venus signs (Taurus & Libra) in Venus have a wonderful voice most of the times and it's easy for them to write beautiful things (so songs and stories for example). I know JK talked about how he thinks he is not good at it but I'm sure he has good potential! (Still with you for ex).

Venus in 9H

-> The 9H is represented by Sagittarius. For keywords, it has travel, wisdom, philosophy, religion, cross-cultures, foreign countries, learnings, etc. THIS is the placement I saw first that actually told me something: Jungkook doesn't care much about where is partner can come from. Let me explain. The Korean society is pretty strict on this, because of the fact their parents sometimes want to keep the bloodline pure, or it can also be them, language barrier, culture barrier, all of these things are factors on why Koreans (most of them, not all) have a problem about marrying or even dating foreigners. But it feels like Jungkook doesn't care much? She is a foreigner? She doesn't look like everyone else? They don't share same religion? If he is in love, he truly doesn't care. He may actually enjoy dating someone different from him, so even someone who is not famous or does a different job than him, he likes it. He is curious and enjoy the differences. He may love also someone smart who has a lot of knowledges, that it's school wise or even life's philosophy wise. JK has so much admiration for RM for example, I wouldn't be shocked if it would be the same for his partner. Her having a brain is super important. He also want adventures, a spontaneous person and someone he can teach stuff, but also someone who can teach him things. Someone who loves to travel is a good thing also. He needs someone happy, chill, who will make him less anxious. And to be honest, this placement makes me feel like someone spiritual would do him so good. And he way be interested in this because of this placement! This placement (Venus Libra 9H) is what makes me think of why he could have tried fwb and ons, this placement makes him want to experience things in life. He just want to learn, to see, to discover all possibilities, but without any judgments. It makes JK very independent when it comes to relationships. He loves his so and I'm sure he is the clingy type of bf sometimes (I'll explain in the degree part hehe), but when it comes to him as a person, he needs freedom. He needs freedom for work, for hobbies, for his friends, for his family but also himself. If he can't find it, he will either become distant or just break up lmao. This placement makes him more into marrying with a spiritual person.

17°

-> The 17° is a Leo degree! It represents attention, fame, light, children, creativity, self-expression, entertainment, strength, hair, etc. So, he may like people who have beautiful hair, or hair could just be a thing he likes, like people who take care of their hair. And with the Libra Venus, I feel like just taking care of themselves is a thing for him. Love can make him much more creative. And so dating someone who share the same interest in creativity and art is important to him. Someone strong or who appear confident. Someone who is fun, a sun in the room, or just someone he can admire, like "she shines so naturally", "wow she is so pretty", or "she is so talented I love it". Admiration seems to be a big part here for Jungkook. Also dating a celebrity doesn't seem a problem for him? Or becoming a famous couple? He doesn't care much if people don't invade their privacy too much. He doesn't care if he can control what you have access to.

Thank you for reading!

back to index ; ask ; requests ; rules

[lokisasylum]

In all my years of being on tumblr (and I've been here since 2009, back when tumblr was still HARDCORE) I never thought I would live to see the day Jikook shippers here on tumblr would officially reached the same level of delirium as Taekookers.

Making up narratives.

Making up moments.

Seeing things that aren't there.

Calling Jimin or JK a liar when they do or say things that goes against "the plot".

The funniest I've heard so far is that Jimin allegedly and purposely set his wrist watch to JK's birth-date or that Jimin's foot while showing the galaxy mood lamp was not his, but JK's.

Oh and lets not forget the twisting of Jimin's words on vlive worst and more embarrassing than those translators that purposely mistranslate shit to get him dragged.

"omg what do you mean Jimin didn't went to see him in person on his birthday? A man who flew from Paris to---" BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH....its not 2019, Susan. It's 2023, It's also Chapter 2, it's also SOLO ERA. These men are BUSY IN-DI-VI-DUA-LLY. No need to write up a 10 page fanfic essay of "what really probably happened is this and this. Source: Trust me bro." 🤪

I'm genuinely curious (and highly concerned) what will become of these people if BTS announce post-MS they will disband and each member goes their separate ways without looking back.

[here2bbtstrash]

I had to pospone my question for the ask game bc I was watching the f1 🏎brazilian Grand Prix honestly how dare they schedule this while you interact with us, ugh so rude of them busy but thankfully what I wanted to ask wasn’t answered yet: 28💜 (yes I’ll make you choose between all the perfect characters you write jejeje)

“nit i big diil ti mi” EXCUSE ME WHAT??? how dare you selfishly leave this piece of vital/juicy information to yourself ugh the audacity I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?? I’m kidding lol don’t hate meee but ofc I’ll overblow it DEAL WITH IT🤪 just when I thought ldomlt yoongi couldn’t get more hot: ofc park fucking jimin was his first kiss. It’s the little things, i love this fic so much🥹💜

Also, i just want to remind you that you’re amazing and i love your brain and how much effort you punt in everything you write💜we don’t deserve you but here you are and I’m grateful for all your writing bc it helped me us in so many ways 💜🫶🏼

LMAOOOOO I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO COMMENT ON THAT 🤭 and actually!!!! idk who yoongi's first kiss was but he was jimin's first, not the other way around 👀 idk basically in my mind when they were young trainees jimin was stressing abt being gay and not having had his first kiss and wanting to get it over with but also being scared about it and our bi king was like 🫡 i can help with that

obv they were never anything ~serious~ (they were also literally teenagers lmao) but idk i just really liked that mental image and it feels very true to the younger versions of both of them that i imagine in my mind sooooo !!! IT'S MY LORE I CAN DO WHAT I WANT 👹

omg 🥺 you're so kind and lovely thank u so much wehhh..... hearing that my writing helps people makes everything else worth it, that's really all i want and why i work so hard to make things ~perfect~ 🫠💜

ALRIGHT ENOUGH SAPPINESS - time for ur question hehe

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

sfkgjdhhkjdg this is so hard..... i think before last month i would've said the spins! jk bc i just 😭😭😭 love how emotionally intelligent and confident he is, how he really just does what he wants and doesn't stress about what people think of him. BUT.... he has been dethroned by the shape of your body! jimin 🤭 i'm just such a sucker for this lil cutie and would scoop up somebody like him in a heartbeat!!! he's just so soft and sweet and lovely..... 🫠 ahhhhh i think of him often 💕

thank u bby jaz i love u!!!!! 💜

weird questions for writers ask game!!

[redsaurrce]

Hehehehe come here tiger 🥵💋🦁

WHOOOP you are back! How was your week Sweets? I hope your week isn’t too hard on you! ☺️

Ahhh maybe I have to get the courage to dm you with my acc? Hmmmmm 🤪🤔

Yes that is what I have been doing ^^ But I have so much to tell and just no idea how to express it big sigh but maybe I am just being too hard on myself haha. At the moment I am just giving myself time to build a start to the story and give a good number of details without it being too much, trying to keep it on point 🤦🏼‍♀️

You do?! Like I feel so sorry for the authors because they put so much work into their creations but sometimes I just cannot get into it? Especially if the style of story telling doesn’t speak to me… You def improved even tho I think you did well on Part 1 too. Like really well hehehe 💗💓💝💖💕💞

Lmao you are WAAAAAAYYYYY more adorable than me!!! Heheheheh if you want it to be it is 🥰😚

Gimme that hug! I loooooove them!!!! Well trespassing would imply you are an unwanted guest? But you are not so heheh no trespassing but anyway I could never push you away

HAHAHAHAHAH booking dot com? Nooooooo my pocket 😋

You better stay in my pocket to! Protect at all costs 😈

Why would I be intimidated? YOU ARE SO CUTE HOW COULD I EVERRRRR WHAT!!!! Nopeee I won 💜🩵💙💚💛

lmao I thought maybe you are like nahhhh no good then you could have deleted it and forgotten about it 😅

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yeah Freya has the ability to use fire but it is not the only type she can use ^^ She doesn’t know about her connection to a dragon, those fairytales are told to children but are just tales. Right…?

Well JK will be very… attached to her when he learns about her and who she is. The things he will do to keep her…. Tststs evil evil man... But he is doing it out of love right???

Lmao I even made a map for everything and stuff ah man 😅

- Y 💜

Hi hi caramel (ooohhh i like the tiger 🐯 rawrrr)yeah my week's been great luv, except yesterday I was sleepy throughout the day lol

Yeah why not caramel? Why need courage when u already have my love 😩😩

Take it slow kitten, don't be too hard on yourself, good writers didn't write their best stories on day 1, they just went the with the flow.. kept writing more and their stories became better and better on their own. It's literally absolutely fine to be at your own pace 💗

Ohh haha thankyou tho, I'll take the compliment 🥺💖💖 and dw caramel, it's not just u, it's quite universal to think like that ..including me, and maybe thats why i dropped a lot of novels because i just couldnt get into the writing style, i feel like if there are a lot of complex vocabulary or the beginning is getting dragged too much, Idk I just drop it. It doesn't happen with me only for stories but tv shows like kdramas as well, I am an avid kdrama fan but even though sometimes there are dramas which have literally highest ratings, I have dropped them because I just couldn't get into them (for example, our blues and my liberation notes despite knowing the fact how majority of people liked them while they were airing and even though both dramas had excellent cast, i couldnt feel the same)

Why? Because my preferences are different and so are for others, so don't feel sorry for not feeling it caramel, I'm sure other people who like those authors' styles will love their works ❤️

NOOOO STAWPPHHH JSJSJSSJJSKSKSSK yep I'm chilling in yo pocket 🤪✌️

Ayooo then take the huggie buddy 😘😘

THANKYOU LOLOL because I have seen people online say that they have thought I was intimidating at first but when they got to know me, they said that I've been the biggest crackhead they have ever met 😹😹😹 (ig being ENFP speaks for it 💀)

No no I'm really enjoying it luv!! Don't you dare say that or this tiger will bite you 🐯 🐾 /j

Ahhhh yeahhh I guessed it correct woo-hoo!! Yea alllll the fictional fairytales.. . 😏

Hihihi the evil evil man looked funny to me hahahaha ,,, yeah "love" tch 🥴 every yandere ever! *smh*

Ohhh I'd love to see the mapped out thing caramel, if you want you might show it 🥰🥰

[foxymoxynoona]

Foxyyy flux is ending😭😭 what am I gonna do without my favorite dumbasses?? okay but I was just thinking about this and I want to acknowledge it: can we all agree that you’re, like, a fucking GODDESS for managing to basically write 2 LONG ASS BOOKS IN WHAT, 1 year and a half? Two years? Sure you had stuff written already but you had yo write, you know, the other stuff lol and I’m sure you went back and rewrote many things as you went on… not even mentioning you did this while writing 718272882 other stories and most importantly while managing to have a life..? I’m in awe. Or maybe you’re just terrifying me🤪🤪. You might thinks this is coming out of nowhere but it’s not: I just got in my feels about the next GoT book not coming out, STILL, after 13 years and I was like “see George.. foxy would never!”

Anyway about this flux chapter: I don’t know if I’m pissed at jk or not. Homeboy is not telling her anything! Because I appreciate him probably not wanting to “force” her do to stuff even if it is his culture and not making this harder on her than it already is. But Sasha is panicking already and I don’t think finding out things along the way is helping! I can only imagine showing up to an event and everyone is wearing a hanbok except for me! I’d rather dig my own grave if I’m being honest🫣. Overall, I think it is going a little better…? I guess I’ll only be perfect when she won’t be panicking anymore and I don’t think we’ll get there for a bit lol. And the ex girlfriend bit… as I was reading I was like “maybe Sasha shouldn’t be this jealous about her too” until I realized we should trust no one in this story so… Chungcha I’ll keep my eye out for you👀

And about your recent ask “thematically appropriate to the bit in Flux I wrote today” WYD?? YOU CAN’T TEASE MY LIKE THAT WITH HALF RUSSIAN HALF KOREAN BABIES AND THE LEAVE?? not cool🥲

🌸

It's even crazier when you consider I have SO MUCH WRITTEN for the next three books too and absolutely rewrote a bunch of stuff as we went. I thought when we got to this arc I'd be able to just use stuff I'd written it before, and instead I had to completely rewrite it, the characters weren't acting right anymore for where we actually are. Holy shit I just realized I've beenw orking on this story for 3 years now?? Is that right?! I started in like January 2020... that can't be right 😱

istg if the magnum opus of my life is this idol fanfic I will scream. Is this what will be on my tomb stone? 😱😱

I really can't believe we're here either, and I'm simultaneously so excited for a break and also excited to dive into the next book haha. The break will last long enough for me to read the first two books, do any little tidying up I need to, and make some updates to the plan for the next book. I want to get some more little one shots written for the other members too 😇

Anyway, I'm honestly way more shocked that there are people still reading and enjoying the story, so thank you! I thought for sure people would be bored and leave by now. If it helps, the next book has several of my favorite arcs, so I'm looking forward to those! 😊

Jungkook is quaking. I went after Sasha this book. Next book, I'm coming after him 😈

[jellifysh]

Ngl if I were y/n I would’ve been so mad at jungkook if I was in this situation LOL like Ik it’s not his fault that they’re crazy and stuff but like cmon you could’ve told me(if I was in y/n’s position) before hand that you were literally in a relationship with mobsters and then you decided to r u n away from the wedding and now we’re in this position 💀💀💀 rant over btw you’re writing is so good 🤍🤍

Thank you bestie 🥺 I am asking for as much patience as possible because I straight up don't know what I'm doing this time around

also y/n and Jungkook are ride or die 🤞 literally she would jump off a bridge if he did it first and vice versa, her knowing about them would change nothing because they would never leave each other's side,, there's probably an engagement ring back at their safe house that jk never got to give to her

also also jk one hundred percent did not think that they would come after him, i think when he first ran away the boys were probably like "Whatever" and didn't care and then as time went on they were like "man I wish jk was here" and then looked into finding him again. If they wanted him back from the start, they would've found him way sooner,, he left and was just like "welp, never gonna see those guys again" and joined a spy agency to go off the grid and have fun, and then left aforementioned agency the second he met y/n 🤪 he's living off vibes

[kingofbodyrolls]

Say that Again (I Dare You) (m) | jjk & pjm

Summary: You moan in your sleep, and your boyfriend knows this, but when you keep moaning another man's name in your sleep - and that man just happens to be one of your friends? What will Jungkook do? 

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Jimin (established relationship with JK)

Note: hahaha, I'm having trouble writing, so here goes 🤪 This is my birthday treat to all of you lovely people!! Also, I've never written a threesome before (or had one myself lol) so, yeah. I hope it's alright! Please send me some love if you like it 💜 This is really filthy, and Jungkook is just straight up mean and possessive (but sweet at the end – spoiler!). It’s just a pwp of pure filth – I don’t know if I should say sorry, or you're welcome? 😇

Word count: 13.1K

Rating: mature / +18

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings: choking, degrading names (sl*t), penetrative sex (one time unprotected (it’s jk x reader) and one time protected (it’s jimin x reader)), oral (female and male receiving), fingering, nipple play, praise kink, cussing, dirty talk, handjob, jealousy/possessiveness, threesome, overstimulation/edging, multiple orgasms, cum eating, pet names. 

I think that’s it, let me know if I missed something!

“Ahhhh.”

“Mmmmhh.”

“Yes!”

As Jungkook slowly awakens, a symphony of low moans and gentle groans caresses his ears, weaving through the fabric of the night. 

This isn't his first awakening tonight, and frustration simmers beneath the surface. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he's greeted by the sight of you, peacefully nestled beside him, yet the sounds you make are anything but. 

While he's grown accustomed to the symphony of your unique sleeping sounds, they still manage to disrupt the tranquility of the night. It's a peculiar blend of intimacy and frustration. 

There are moments when he simply lies there, captivated by the cadence of your breath, letting his imagination dance with the enigmatic scenarios your dreams unfold. 

Yet, there are other nights, when the discordant harmony pushes him to the brink of desire and exasperation. 

In those moments, his hand, in an act of sheer frustration, seeks solace in the quiet shadows of the room.

Tonight is one of those nights where he has nudged you lightly every time you’d moaned in your sleep, which made you stop for a short time before you started again. It’s not usually this bad, and he’s actually thinking about waking you up, even though you really need the sleep.

A dilemma dances in his thoughts, a silent waltz of consideration. 

Does he dare rouse you from the clutches of your restless dreams, offering respite in exchange for a quiet night's solitude? 

Or should he endure the symphony of your sleep-laden moans, contemplating the refuge of the couch or the earplugs concealed in the recesses of your drawers? 

The battle within him is a tangle of conflicting desires — the instinct to preserve your undisturbed slumber warring with the selfish yearning for his own, uninterrupted rest.

His initial attempt at evasion proves futile, leaving him ensnared in the cocoon of the duvet. Frustration etched across his features, a fleeting shadow in the dim room.

As if wrestling with an internal debate, he contemplates his next move. The soft exhale of reluctance escapes him before a decisive shift in resolve. With a purposeful twist, he turns on the mattress, eyes fixed on your slumbering form.

“Ah!”

“Jimin-ah!”

A sudden chill sweeps through him, arresting every fiber of his being. 

The blood in his veins turns glacial, leaving an icy trail that echoes the silent stillness of the room. 

A disconcerting picture unfolds—his body, a canvas painted with goosebumps and shivers, as if touched by an unseen hand of apprehension. 

Did he hear it correctly, or is it a phantom whisper haunting the edges of his consciousness?

Anguish tightens its grip around his chest, a visceral reaction to the revelation that sends shockwaves through his being. But beneath the veneer of anger, a more primal force stirs. 

An ember of arousal, unbidden and unwelcome, smolders in the depths of his turmoil. It's a turbulent collision of conflicting emotions, a tempest within him that threatens to engulf reason. 

Yet, as the flames of arousal lick at the edges of his consciousness, another, more formidable sentiment rises. Possessiveness, like a heavy cloak, drapes over him, an instinctual response to the threat that echoes in the recesses of his mind.

“Fuck, Jimin!” 

An unsettling tension infiltrates the room as he grapples with the disconcerting notion. 

Is your subconscious canvas painted with the vivid imagery of Jimin fucking you? 

The air thickens with an unspoken question, a lingering doubt that refuses to dissipate. Your body remains motionless, a deceptive calm veiling the tumult of thoughts that must be raging within the confines of your dreams. In the silence, the only audible resonance is the echo of explicit words escaping your lips, words that reverberate like a dissonant melody. 

You’ve never said another man’s name before. 

Usually it’s his name or none at all. 

Once, an arctic frost gripped his veins, numbing him to the core. Now, a searing inferno courses through his bloodstream, a blazing tempest consuming reason and restraint alike. The flames dance within him, a wildfire fueled by a volatile mix of emotions. 

His mind, once a sanctuary of clarity, is now a dense fog, enshrouded in the haze of an unrelenting blaze. Thoughts dissipate like smoke, leaving only one relentless imprint in the scorched recesses of his consciousness: the vivid, intrusive image of Jimin fucking you. 

It's a visceral assault on his senses, a relentless loop that dominates his mind, drowning out reason in the tumult of blazing desires.

An enigmatic force, as elusive as it is potent, propels him into action. 

It's as if an unseen hand has seized control, dictating the course of his movements with an urgency that defies reason. In the blink of an eye, the stillness of the room is shattered, replaced by the visceral cadence of his body in motion. 

The world outside dissolves into insignificance as he finds himself straddling you, an image of conflicting desires and unspoken tension. The air thickens with an unspoken question — an uncharted territory where the boundaries between impulse and restraint blur into obscurity.

The rage within him simmers, escalating with every repetition of Jimin's name, each utterance carving a deeper groove into the tapestry of his unraveling composure. It's a relentless mantra, a maddening echo that stokes the flames of his anger into an inferno. 

Frustration courses through his veins like a toxic elixir, poisoning reason and restraint. 

Fuck. 

He can’t take it. 

Anger. 

That’s all he can feel.

And then, a disturbing realization settles over him like a suffocating fog—why are his hands, that once were vessels of comfort, now around your throat?

Fuck.

You feel like you can’t breathe.

Something’s around your neck.

What?

In the blink of an eye, your world snaps into focus, the veil of sleep torn away by the jarring reality of darkness that cloaks the room. 

A sudden surge of panic courses through you as your eyes dart to Jungkook's looming figure above. 

His hands, once familiar and comforting, now clasp your throat with an unyielding grip. Your body jolts into action, an instinctual rebellion against the encroaching darkness. 

A scream, caught in the constricted confines of your throat, fights for release, while limbs flail in a desperate attempt to break free from the tightening vice of his hands. 

What the fuck is happening?!

Your desperation morphs into a primal instinct, and your fingers claw into his arms, leaving a trail of scratches etched in the wake of your distress. The sting is a visceral reminder of the nightmare unfolding, a silent testament to the rapture in the reality you once knew. 

In the shadowed abyss of the room, the question reverberates within your mind like a haunting refrain — why is he choking you? 

The air, thick with a disquieting tension, crackles with an unanswered plea for reason. His gaze, once a familiar refuge, now mirrors a dark and feral intensity that cuts through the silence like a knife. 

This isn't your Kookie, and the realization shatters the illusion of safety.

“Say that again, I dare you!” 

His words are venom, spat with a vehemence that leaves a lingering sting. The heat of his rage is palpable as he leans in, his breath a scorching tempest against your skin. 

The air crackles with an unspoken threat, each word a jagged edge that slices through the silence. The challenge hangs in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating in its intensity. 

His proximity is suffocating, his hot breath a visceral reminder of the storm of emotions that has engulfed the once tranquil space. Caught in the whirlwind of confusion and fear, you find yourself on the precipice of the unknown.

Fingers digging into his arms, your nails leave trails of desperation, each mark etching a plea for release. 

A hiss escapes your lips as his vice-like grip around your throat tightens, a relentless squeeze that sends shards of pain coursing through your body. 

The familiarity of his touch, once an intimate dance, now transforms into a twisted image of violence. This isn't the first time he's exerted control in the intimate realm, but the line has blurred into an unsettling unknown. 

In the midst of this disorienting chaos, you find yourself grappling with the unnerving realization—never before has he choked you to this extent. 

His fingers, like vices, tighten their grip, a merciless escalation that leaves you teetering on the precipice of suffocation. 

Leaning in with a menacing proximity, his voice, a venomous whisper, slithers into your ear, a chilling melody that resonates in the disoriented corridors of your mind. 

The room, once a haven, transforms into a claustrophobic labyrinth where each breath becomes a desperate gasp against the encroaching darkness. 

Dizziness settles like a shroud over your thoughts, a fog that clouds the clarity of reason. In this oppressive moment, the world narrows down to the visceral sensation of his breath against your skin, a disconcerting symphony of restraint and menace. 

As the whispered words echo through the chamber of your mind, you register the insidious truth—you're on the cusp of something inscrutable, a dance with the shadows where the boundary between fear and desire blurs into an unsettling unknown.

His voice, a gravelly rasp, slithers into your ear like a serpent's hiss, carrying with it an undertow of raw anger. 

“Jimin, huh?” 

The mere mention of the name sends a jolt of painful shivers down your body, an electric current of confusion and fear. 

What the fuck is he talking about? 

The air crackles with the weight of unspoken accusations, each word a serrated edge that lacerates the fragile silence.

Jungkook's fury, a tempestuous force, radiates through the room like a palpable storm. You, caught in the crossfire of emotions, bear witness to a version of him that eclipses any semblance of the Jungkook you once knew. The intensity of his rage is an uncharted territory, a tempest that thrashes against the shores of your understanding.

In this unsettling moment, the atmosphere quivers with an unspoken disquiet, and you realize you're staring into the eyes of a Jungkook you’ve never seen before—a Jungkook consumed by a wrath so potent, it eclipses any prior incarnation of fury.

An alarming realization settles in the pit of your stomach, an unsettling truth that sends tremors through your veins. 

The fear, once a distant whisper, now grips you in its vice-like embrace. A chill snakes down your spine, leaving behind a residue of dread that clouds your senses. 

Your struggles persist, a futile rebellion against a force you know deep down is insurmountable. His strength, an unyielding fortress, renders your resistance as mere whispers in the face of a looming tempest.

“You fucking slut!” 

You’re startled by the venom in his words, each syllable a scalding accusation whispered in the darkness. The heat of his anger lingers in the air as he finally releases his vice-like grip on your throat. Gasping for air, you pant furiously, the raspy intake a cacophony against the stillness of the room. 

The echo of his words reverberates in the hollow of your ear, leaving a lingering imprint of the emotional tempest that has just unfolded. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Jungkook?!” you yell, the words a desperate plea that hangs in the charged atmosphere. 

Your hands instinctively clutch at your throat, already throbbing with the promise of bruises that will adorn your skin like a somber tapestry.

“You can’t moan another fucking man’s name!” 

His words cut through the air like a serrated blade, a furious proclamation that reverberates through the room. The sheer force of his yell, an unrestrained outburst, echoes in the silence that follows, leaving a disquieting aftermath. 

His hands, still clasped around your neck, are a study in contradiction. Once instruments of aggression, they now rest there with an eerie gentleness, a paradoxical caress against the backdrop of earlier violence. 

The juxtaposition is disconcerting, a stark reminder of the volatile duality that resides within him.

Oh. 

So that’s what it’s about. 

The revelation hangs heavy in the air, a sudden understanding that sharpens the edges of the unfolding drama. 

You moaned Jimin’s name in your sleep. 

Well, fuck you. 

You’ve never done that before. His words from before carry the sting of betrayal, a laceration that slices through the tenuous threads of trust. The air, charged with a sense of accusation, thickens with the unspoken weight of expectations shattered. 

Jungkook's frustration, a tempest within, clashes against the reality that you have no fucking control over what you say or dream. He knows, deep down, that it's just dreams, and it's just a fucking name.

“You’d like Jimin to fuck you, huh?” 

His words, dripping with a toxic blend of accusation and taunt, cut through the charged atmosphere. The heated breath against your ear feels like a sinister caress, a reminder of the intimate betrayal he thinks has happened. 

His hands, a trespass against the sanctity of your body, journey beneath the fabric of your nightgown, groping at your breasts with a possessiveness that leaves you breathless.

When he finds your nipples, his fingers close around them like a vice, a merciless pinch that sends a jolt of searing pain through your body. 

Damn hard. 

You can't help but release a frustrated, high-pitched moan in response to the intensity of the sensation. Your body, once open and vulnerable, now curls in on itself, a reflexive attempt to shield against the invasive touch that pierces the silence. 

Jungkook's intense stare, a predatory gaze, lingers on your contorted form, a silent acknowledgment of the power he wields in this intimate realm.

“Fuck!” 

The exclamation escapes your lips, a breathy moan that dissipates against the hollow of his neck. 

The sudden admission of desire hangs in the air, a raw declaration that reverberates through the charged atmosphere. 

Why are you so damn wet already? 

Have you been wet all this time? 

Fuck. 

Amidst the whirlwind of sensations, you're jolted back to his question. 

“No!” 

The frustration in your yell echoes through the room, a desperate proclamation that fights to be heard over the pulsating cadence of your desire. He hovers above you, his eyes blown out with an intensity that mirrors the storm raging within.

“Why did you moan his name then?” 

He taunts you once more, his words a provocative challenge that lingers in the charged air. His eyes, flickering with a mix of curiosity and menace, fixate on your response, waiting for a crack in your composure. 

But you refuse to yield. 

The taunts, like arrows, are deflected by the armor of your determination. In the face of his provocation, your gaze remains steady, a silent defiance that echoes louder than any words.

“It’s just a meaningless dream, Kook!” you plead with an urgency that cuts through the air. 

The room, once a sanctuary, now bears witness to the turbulent current of emotions coursing through your veins. 

A part of you yearns for the respite of sleep, an escape from the unraveling reality. 

But beneath the surface, another part of you, already fucking aroused, is drawn to the magnetic pull of the unfolding tension, an unexpected desire that adds a volatile layer to your plea.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart,” he disagrees, his voice a low murmur that resonates in the charged space between you. His gaze, unwavering, locks onto yours, creating an unspoken bridge that spans the intimate distance.  

Confusion reigns within you, caught in the tumult of conflicting desires. Your body aches with a desperate yearning, craving the immediacy of him and the relief that promises to follow. It hungers for the visceral connection that throbs beneath the surface. 

Yet, your weary mind, tired and burdened by the demands of reality, pulls in the opposite direction, craving the solace of sleep to gather the strength for another relentless workday.

“You’re mine,” he seethes into your ear, the words laced with a possessiveness so raw and primal that it sends shivers down your spine. The tone, a stark departure from his usual demeanor, wraps around you like an invisible tether, anchoring you to the charged moment. 

A possessive declaration that ignites a primal response within, forcing you to stifle a moan, the sound caught between the desire to resist and the longing to surrender.

His hands, guided by an urgency born of desire, trace a tantalizing path down to your already soaked panties. In one fluid motion, he pulls them down to your trembling thighs, letting them pool at your weak knees. 

With a deliberate slowness, he withdraws, rising to his knees, and continues the journey, deftly pulling your panties the rest of the way off your shaking legs. Each deliberate movement is accompanied by a gentle stroke against your skin, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

A sensation courses through you, an involuntary response to the void that lingers within. 

Your pussy clenches and pulsates around emptiness, a physical echo of the desire that courses through your veins. In frustration, a plaintive moan escapes your lips, carrying the weight of unmet longing. 

“Kookie…” 

The name, whispered in the throes of need, becomes a desperate plea that hangs in the air, a tangible testament to the intimate connection teetering on the edge of fulfillment.

“Not you’re Kookie tonight, slut,”

Surprise flickers across your widened eyes, a sudden revelation that sends a jolt through your entire being. In the wake of this unexpected discovery, a fresh wave of arousal crashes over you, an electric current that ignites the dormant embers of desire. 

His fingers trace a tantalizing path, caressing the contours of your most intimate desires. The gentle touch hovers over your clit, sending a shiver through your entire being, and then glides down to your center. With a teasing finesse, he slips two fingers inside, eliciting an involuntary gasp that reverberates through the room. 

“Fuck!” 

The exclamation escapes your lips, a raw expression of the pleasure that courses through your awakened senses.

“That's it, slut. Let the world hear how good I'm making you feel,” he encourages in a husky whisper. His fingers maintain a relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of you with an already fast pace. The intimate connection deepens as he skillfully scissors you open between each deliberate thrust.

A sharp gasp escapes you as he skillfully inserts a third finger, and you can't help but squirm in response to the exquisite stretch. The sensation, a heady mix of pleasure and surrender, courses through you, leaving your body electric with desire. 

Another moan spills from your lips, a testament to the intoxicating pleasure he evokes. With a grip on the sheets above your head, your hands tense and release, palms pressing into the fabric as if trying to anchor yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations. 

Suddenly, his tongue finds its way to your clit, and he sucks on it with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The sensation is overwhelming, like a surge of pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body. 

Your senses are pushed to the brink, and it feels as if your body is teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The impending orgasm looms closer, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. 

As the waves of pleasure crash over you, speech escapes you. Your mind, lost in the fog of ecstasy, struggles to process the sheer intensity of the pleasure he bestows upon you. 

The tension in your body becomes palpable, and you find yourself biting down on your bottom lip so hard that a metallic taste of blood fills your mouth. 

Tingles shoot through your entire being, a symphony of pleasure that crescendos to a point where something within you snaps, releasing a flood of euphoria that courses through your tummy and radiates outward.

His voice, dripping with anger, slices through the haze of pleasure that envelops you. 

“Did I say you could come?” he snarls, the words a harsh reminder of the power dynamics at play. 

As he withdraws his face, slick with the remnants of your orgasm, he thrusts his fingers into you with a relentless force, eliciting a gasp that dances on the edge of oversensitivity. 

“Fucking slut,” he sneers, the words laced with both contempt and desire. 

The sting of a spank against your thigh follows, a punishing gesture that reverberates through your body, and a moan spills from your lips in response. 

He's never shown this side of himself to you before, so unfiltered and raw, and damn, do you revel in it. 

The unabashed filthiness of his demeanor is like a magnetic force, drawing you in with an irresistible allure. It's unlike anything you've experienced together, and the sheer novelty of it ignites a wildfire of arousal within you. 

“Now,” his voice, dripping with a potent mix of desire and command, cuts through the charged air, “I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

The sting of another spank against your thigh punctuates his words, a visceral reminder of the newfound intensity in his demeanor. 

“And you can't come before I say so,” he adds with a fiery determination, his anger palpable in the air.

A nervous gulp reverberates through you, a visible ripple of anticipation. 

You meet his gaze and offer a hesitant nod, the unspoken agreement echoing in the charged silence. 

In that single nod, a myriad of unspoken emotions swirl – acquiescence, vulnerability, and a flicker of desire.

A new flood of wetness cascades over your pussy and inner thighs, an involuntary response to the intoxicating allure of his demeanor. 

The air crackles with the heightened arousal that courses through your veins, a tangible manifestation of the desire that he's ignited within you. Your body, attuned to the unspoken dance between you, betrays your arousal with an undeniable response. 

His presence, magnetic and commanding, fuels the wetness that coats you. As you steal a glance at him, you witness the telltale strain against his boxers, a silent testament to the desire that mirrors your own. 

He peels his boxers down, revealing his dick that springs free from its confinement, proudly asserting its presence against his lower stomach. 

In one swift motion, Jungkook discards his boxers, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor. 

The air crackles with anticipation as he seizes both of your thighs, spreading your legs with a commanding yet tender touch. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a visible response to the mesmerizing sight of your glistening pussy.

He positions his throbbing cock at the entrance of your eager pussy, and you can feel the head of it teasingly dragging along the edges. 

The maddeningly slow dance between desire and fulfillment unfolds, drawing out the anticipation to an almost unbearable level. The intimate connection lingers, a tantalizing prelude that stretches on for what feels like an eternity, leaving you on the brink of frustration.

Satisfied with the teasing foreplay, he assertively presses his throbbing dick into the warmth of your tight walls. 

The initial intrusion sends shudders through your body, leaving you breathless. There's an urgency in his movements, a departure from the usual rhythm, as he relentlessly pushes in, denying you the luxury of time to adjust to his size. 

“You're so big–ah,” you moan, pleasure lacing your voice like a whispered surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

“You're unbelievably tight,” he gasps, his breath hitching with each powerful thrust. 

“But you're taking my cock so damn well.” 

His words, delivered in husky pants, echo the raw intensity of the moment. The pace quickens, and he begins to move in and out of you with an urgency that mirrors the fervor of your shared desire.

From the very first thrust, he unerringly finds your sweet spot, and a guttural moan escapes your lips. The impact sends waves of pleasure through your body, reducing you to putty beneath him. 

Your fingers instinctively dig into his strong biceps, seeking support in the whirlwind of sensation. His tattoos seem to come alive, a mesmerizing dance that mirrors the rhythm of his repeated, powerful thrusts.

The room echoes with the symphony of bodies colliding in a fervent dance. The audible percussion of his powerful thrusts creates a cacophony, filling the air with the heady sound of passion. 

The impact is so forceful that the bed creaks and shifts, colliding with the wall in a rhythm that resonates through the room. The raw and unbridled connection between you two manifests in every resounding slap, a testament to the intensity of the shared desire.

Embarrassment flits through your mind, a fleeting thought in the whirlwind of pleasure as a new wave of orgasmic bliss approaches. 

Yet, any inkling of self-consciousness is swiftly drowned in the overwhelming sensations that your devilish boyfriend is orchestrating. His actions are like a symphony of desire, commanding your full attention and rendering any potential embarrassment inconsequential in the face of the ecstasy unfolding.

“I'm coming,” you manage to gasp out, the words a fragile thread of awareness in the thick fog of arousal that clouds your mind. 

Your voice, a raw and unfiltered expression of ecstasy, punctuates the room, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“Don't you dare!” he roars, the ferocity of his command slicing through the air. 

With a forceful thrust, he slams into you, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain that reverberates through the room. 

The initial shock subsides, swiftly replaced by an overwhelming surge of pleasure that eclipses the brief discomfort.

“I told you, you can only come when I say so,” he grunts, the command laced with a guttural intensity that reverberates through the air. 

His fingers dig harder into your hips, the pressure a tangible manifestation of his dominance. 

“Slut!” 

The word is spat out with a potent mix of desire and disdain, a dual-edge that cuts through the charged atmosphere.

Whimpers escape your trembling lips, the overwhelming sensations pushing you to the brink. It feels like an exquisite torture, each second an eternity as you teeter on the edge of release. 

Tears, unbidden, trace a delicate dance down your cheeks, a silent testament to the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and restraint.

The temptation to reach for your clit becomes almost unbearable, an instinctual need clawing at the edges of your self-control. 

But the knowledge that Jungkook will lose his carefully contained control if you succumb holds you back.

“Don't you dare moan Jimin's name again!” he roars, the anger in his voice adding a volatile edge to the atmosphere. 

His thrusts, already powerful, escalate to a frenetic pace, a manifestation of his furious control. The rhythmic collision of his balls against your pussy sends electric tingles of pleasure racing up your spine, an involuntary response that mirrors the tumultuous emotions in the room.

All that escapes your lips is a helpless whimper, a fragile sound that hangs in the air. 

The overwhelming sensations, a whirlwind of pleasure and surrender, leave you bereft of coherent words.

“You are mine and only mine,” he breathes into your ear, the words a seductive promise that sends shivers cascading down your body. In the intimate proximity, his voice takes on a possessive timbre, a declaration that resonates with a primal heat. 

“Say it, slut,” he commands, his hands embarking on an exploratory journey down your body until they find your breasts. 

A skilled twist of your nipples elicits a guttural moan from your lips, your back arching involuntarily. The sheer mastery with which he navigates your responses sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making the impending struggle to hold back your orgasm even more challenging.

Your breaths come in ragged gasps, each inhalation a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the whirlwind of sensation. 

Despite the overwhelming desire for that elusive release, you channel every ounce of willpower into holding back. 

The tantalizing promise of sweet release hovers just beyond your reach, a tempting beacon in the midst of the passion that threatens to consume you. 

If Jungkook keeps up with his dirty talk and the rhythmic cadence of his thrusts, the impending climax becomes an inevitable, intoxicating destination.

“I’m yours,” you manage to gasp between his relentless thrusts, “only yours.”

A pleased expression plays on his face as he gently caresses your cheek, his touch tender against the canvas of your heated skin. His finger traces over your red, bitten lip with a softness that contrasts starkly with the wild abandon of his thrusts, now growing more fervent by the moment. 

As his movements grow more intense, you find solace in the hope that he, too, is nearing the precipice of ecstasy.

“That's my good girl,” he coos in a taunting voice, the words a sensuous melody that weaves through the charged air. 

His hands, returning to your hips, serve as both an anchor and a testament to the connection between you two. 

“Fuck, I'm close,” he pants, the urgency in his voice mirroring the building crescendo of pleasure. The intimate confession hangs in the air, a raw declaration of vulnerability. 

“You're so damn tight,” he adds, his words a heady blend of desire and admiration. As beads of sweat gather at his hairline, tracing a tantalizing path down to your tummy your breath quickens.

“You're doing such a great job, so I'm gonna reward you,” he says with a strained voice, the promise of a reward hanging in the air like a tempting promise. 

The gradual deceleration of his thrusts makes you think he’s growing tired.

“You can come now,” he pants, the words a breathless command that echoes with the intensity of shared pleasure. 

With a particularly hard thrust, he sneaks one hand down to your clit, his touch igniting sparks of ecstasy as he begins to rub it in circular motions. 

Instantly, your body jolts off the bed, an electric surge coursing through every nerve. 

Your nipples, now achingly erect, stand as a testament to the heightened arousal that has seized you. 

In the throes of pleasure, you release the most obscene moan, a raw and unabashed sound that echoes through the room. 

It's downright pornographic, a symphony of ecstasy that paints the air with the unbridled passion of the moment.

Trembling, the waves of your orgasm ripple through your body like a tidal surge, from the core of your tummy to the very tips of your toes and fingertips. Your muscles, caught in the ecstatic spasms of pleasure, react to the euphoria coursing through you. In the throes of release, your body curls in on itself, a physical manifestation of the intense pleasure that has left you utterly captivated.

Jungkook's thrusts become a symphony of passion, each movement more erratic than the last, as you feel his dick twitch inside your pulsating pussy. 

The air is charged with anticipation, and in a climactic crescendo, he releases a deep, guttural moan, your name escaping his lips like a sacred mantra.

“You're mine,” he breathes, the possessive tone riding the wave of each subsequent thrust as he savors the last echoes of his orgasm. 

His words linger in the charged air, a declaration that reverberates through the room and resonates with the tender intensity of the moment. 

A surge of emotion courses through you, and you can't help but marvel at the profound depth of his claim, wondering how he could have ever entertained a different belief.

Both of you lay there, breathless, the aftermath of passion lingering in the air as he collapses beside you on the bed. 

“That was... different,” you begin, a light chuckle dancing in your voice as you reflect on the shared experience. 

He turns his head, fixing you with a gaze filled with wonder, and in that vulnerable moment, he asks, “the good or bad kind?”

“Good,” you hum in a pleased voice, the resonance of satisfaction woven into the sound. 

With a contented sigh, you snuggle deeper into his warm embrace, the weight of shared intimacy lingering in the air like a comforting embrace.

“But don't you dare choke me like that ever again!” you scold him, the anger palpable in the sting of your hand hitting his broad pectorals. 

“For a second, I thought you were going to kill me,” you assert in a stern voice, fixing him with an unwavering gaze. It's a moment of clarity, a line drawn in the aftermath of passion to communicate that his impulsive action was far from acceptable.

“I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me,” he breathes out in a slow and steady rhythm. In the dim room, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight seeping through the curtains, you can see his eyes glistening with remorse. 

The shadows dance around him, casting a poignant silhouette as he grapples with the weight of his actions.

“And how the fuck am I going to hide this damn bruise around my neck?” you exclaim, injecting a hint of mockery into your voice. Despite the lingering discomfort, you find a way to shift the atmosphere, attempting to move forward with a lighter mood.

“Make-up?” 

The word hangs in the air, accompanied by a shared chuckle that reverberates against his firm chest where your head rests. The idea of using makeup to conceal what is sure to be a vivid red and purple bruise in the morning seems both futile and amusing. 

Yet, there's a lighthearted acceptance in the laughter, a silent acknowledgment that this unexpected outcome doesn't overshadow the genuine connection shared.

You know deep down that he didn't mean to hurt you. There's a silent understanding that these moments of intensity are exceptions rather than the rule. 

As you lay there, contemplating the promise he made not to repeat such actions, a subtle determination lingers in the air. 

If, however unlikely, he breaks that promise, the unspoken agreement is clear — you'll kick his ass.

You skillfully concealed the bruise with a scarf, despite the summer heat outside. The thin fabric became a delicate shield, a secret shared between you and the material wrapped around your neck.

Almost a week has passed since that intense night, and your sweet and lovely Jungkook has gone above and beyond to express his apologies. 

Each day, he surprises you with thoughtful gestures—a homemade lunch, a meticulously prepared dinner, a drawn bath complete with your favorite movie and a glass of red wine. 

The list of his efforts seems endless. 

You find it endearing, although you can't help but think he doesn't need to try so hard.

It's been an exceptionally challenging week at work, grappling with unruly and disgruntled customers that seem to drain every ounce of your energy. 

The customer-friendly smile you diligently wear every day is wearing thin, the façade cracking under the weight of fatigue. 

Thankfully, the end of the week has arrived – a much-anticipated Friday. 

As you navigate through the final workday, you find solace in the prospect of a relaxing weekend awaiting you at home with your boyfriend.

As you insert the key into the lock of your shared apartment, a tantalizing aroma wafts through the air, instantly embracing you in the comforting warmth of a home-cooked meal. Could it be the savory allure of chicken bulgogi that tickles your senses? 

The enticing scent lingers, drawing you further into the heart of the space you both call home.

Guided by the enticing blend of sweet and spicy aromas, you step into the kitchen, where your boyfriend is immersed in the delicate art of preparing rice. 

The rhythmic sounds of culinary prowess fill the air, creating a harmonious backdrop. However, just as you begin to absorb the culinary symphony, an unexpected rustling emanates from the living room, causing you to cast a quizzical glance at Jungkook. 

“What was that?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued.

Rather than approaching Jungkook immediately, a sense of curiosity compels you to trace the source of the sound. 

As you move toward the living room, the unexpected appearance of Jimin catches you off guard. 

Your eyes widen, and a sudden stillness envelops you, freezing you in your tracks.

“Hello to you too,” Jimin chuckles, his warm smile working like a balm, easing the tension that had gripped your body. 

In his signature style, Jimin sports a plain white loose t-shirt paired with skin-tight black jeans, a combination that seems to be his go-to. 

Glancing back at your boyfriend, you can't help but notice the synchronicity—they're both dressed in identical outfits. 

A chuckle escapes you, amused by the frequent moments when they unwittingly end up matching.

“What brings you here, Jimin?” you inquire, returning to the kitchen. Jimin is busily arranging the table, deftly searching for glasses to complete the setup.

“Just hanging out,” Jimin smiles, effortlessly locating your wine glasses and elegantly setting them on the table.

“I invited him,” Jungkook's voice breaks the air behind you, and you respond with a knowing nod.

“Well, it's lovely to have you here,” you greet Jimin with a warm smile of your own. 

Turning your attention to both men, you offer, “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nah, just sit down and relax, sweetheart,” Jungkook insists, his attention momentarily on the sizzling chicken bulgogi. 

“You've had a stressful week, and we'll take care of you, don't worry.” 

With a gentle smile, you comply, taking a seat at the table. As you ponder what your boyfriend means by ‘we'll take care of you,’ a hint of defiance creeps in – you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, you scoff.

Jimin skillfully pops open a bottle of red wine, handed from Jungkook, and proceeds to pour the rich liquid into your glass, filling it halfway. 

He repeats the ritual with the glasses flanking yours. As he takes a sip, a chuckle escapes his lips, but there's an underlying nervousness that catches your attention. 

Why is he nervous? 

It's just you and Jungkook, after all. You've shared countless meals together.

As you pick up on Jimin's subtle nervous energy, it seems like the air around you has gained an unexpected weight, each passing second heightening the tension. 

Grateful for the distraction, you watch as Jungkook and Jimin finish preparing the dinner, the enticing aroma of chicken bulgogi permeating the room. 

Your love for anything barbecued intensifies, and when Jungkook hands you a bowl filled with rice and succulent bulgogi, you eagerly accept, your mouth watering in anticipation.

Nestled between Jimin and Jungkook, a pleasant silence envelops the dining table. 

The air is filled with the rich aroma of the delicious meal your boyfriend prepared, creating a sensory symphony that adds to the warmth of the moment. As you savor each bite of the scrumptious food and enjoy a sip of wine, you find comfort in the easy companionship shared between you and your friend. 

As you savor the succulent bites of chicken bulgogi, a sense of ease settles over the dinner table. The fragrant steam rises from the plates, mingling with the clink of cutlery against porcelain. 

Lost in the flavors, you're momentarily caught off guard when a gentle hand finds its place on your thigh. 

At first, you assume it's Jungkook, but both of his hands are immersed in the meal. 

Yet, as you glance to your left, Jimin appears engrossed in his own plate. 

Another unexpected squeeze to your thigh jolts you, leaving you mystified. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you can't help but wonder, what the heck is Jimin up to?

As you shoot Jimin stern glares, his attention remains frustratingly fixated elsewhere, completely indifferent to your silent warnings. 

Desperate for guidance, you shift your gaze toward Jungkook, hoping for a sign that he might catch on. 

However, it becomes apparent that he's oblivious to Jimin's subtle advances. 

Frustration wells within you as you grapple with the dilemma of how to address the situation without causing unnecessary tension.

Jimin's hand ventures further up your thigh, teetering on the edge of an intimacy that sends shivers cascading down your spine. 

Frustration and uncertainty knot in your stomach. 

Desperate to halt his advances, you clench your thighs together, silently pleading for him to retract without a spoken confrontation. 

Yet, your relief is short-lived as another pair of hands, unmistakably Jungkook's, seize your other thigh and coax your legs apart. 

Confusion sweeps over you, and you shoot a bewildered glance at your boyfriend. The room suddenly feels stifling, as if the temperature has skyrocketed, leaving you breathless and disoriented.

Jungkook's voice, laced with desire, urges, “Be a good girl, sweetheart,” his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulls it firmly against his own. 

Confusion still swirls in your mind, but any attempt to make sense of the situation is interrupted by Jimin's daring fingers, which find your clothed clit beneath the fabric of your dress. 

A soft moan escapes your lips, a vulnerable admission to the electric touch. The desire to close your legs intensifies, yet Jungkook remains insistent, parting them further. 

Closing your eyes, you summon the courage to meet your boyfriend's gaze. What you find are eyes—dark, blown out, brimming with a cocktail of lust, hunger, and a searing fire you've never witnessed before.

Jimin's fingers trace sinuous circles over your clothed clit, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to your skin, a silent testament to the arousal that courses through you. 

The inherent wrongness of the situation is overshadowed by the rapid response of your body to his touch. 

It's an electrifying paradox – the knowledge that this should be wrong only intensifies the pleasure that unfurls within you, forcing you to admit, even if just to yourself, that there's an undeniable allure in the forbidden.

He delicately tugs at the hem of your panties, his gaze seeking permission, and he softly breathes, “Can I?” 

The question hangs in the air, charged with anticipation, a silent request that lingers between desire and consent, creating a moment pregnant with the promise of what's about to unfold.

Your eyes dart to your boyfriend, a silent plea for permission, though deep down, you know it's already granted. The room is thick with anticipation, a swirl of confusion and desire. 

You're caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unsure of how Jungkook is allowing Jimin to touch you this way. 

Yet, the undeniable heat pooling between your thighs pushes you past the confusion, craving the imminent release that hovers on the edge of reality.

Jungkook notices your internal struggle and, with a teasing glint in his eyes, urges you, “Use your words, sweetheart.” 

His voice is a husky whisper, adding to the charged atmosphere that crackles in the air. You feel the weight of his gaze, both demanding and encouraging, pushing you to vocalize the desires that dance on the tip of your tongue.

You gulp, the sound echoing in the charged silence that envelops you. The weight of the word you're about to say hangs in the air, heavy with consequences that could reshape the dynamics of your relationship with Jimin. 

“Yes.”

He moves swiftly, skillfully pulling your panties to the side and grazing his fingers over your pulsating core. 

The raw desire in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the telltale signs of your arousal. 

As he remarks, “Damn, she's already so wet,” you involuntarily clench around nothing, surrendering to the rising tide of pleasure. 

Your eyes close, and you throw your head back in the chair, lost in the sensations coursing through your body, momentarily forgetting the world around you.

Jungkook's deep hums and light chuckles resonate beside you, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your thigh as Jimin's skilled touch dances tantalizing circles on your clit. 

Your body becomes a paradox, simultaneously tense and pliant. 

Conflicting emotions surge within you—a cocktail of pleasure, guilt, and confusion. The dichotomy of their actions, the pleasure mingled with the unsettling reality that this is your friend, leaves you grappling with a tumultuous whirlwind of sensations. 

Their every touch sends sparks of desire through your conflicted body, a symphony of pleasure and moral questioning echoing in the room.

The wave of your impending orgasm crashes over you with an electrifying intensity, your breath catching in your throat as the sensation builds rapidly.

“I told you, Jimin,” Jungkook asserts, his gaze fixed on you, studying the way your body shivers. 

A sudden realization dawns upon you. 

Have they been discussing you? 

Confusion swirls within, yet a fresh surge of arousal grips you at the mysterious implication behind those words.

Jimin hums in agreement. 

“She's a slut,” Jungkook declares, his fingers exerting a firm squeeze on your thigh. 

The weight of the word hangs in the air, its impact sinking into the atmosphere, leaving you with a mix of discomfort and an unexpected thrill.

Shit. 

A whirlwind of conflicting emotions sweeps through you, leaving you both turned on and uncertain. The proximity of Jungkook, his breath gently caressing your ear, sends electric shivers down your spine, heightening the intensity of the moment.

His words, a seductive command, resonate in your ear, setting your senses ablaze. “Be a good girl and come Jimin's fingers,” he urges, coaxing a frustrated moan from your lips. 

Unsure of what to do with your hands, you grip the table, the anticipation of pleasure and the forbidden adding to the electrifying tension in the air.

With each expert stroke of Jimin's fingers, the tension within you builds, reaching an explosive climax that leaves you trembling. 

Your toes curl involuntarily, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the primal sound threatening to escape. 

As your essence spills out, forming a pool on the chair, you find yourself gasping for air, the aftermath leaving you dazed and questioning the whirlwind of sensations that just unfolded.

Jimin's fingers embark on a sensual journey, tracing the contours of your most intimate place, their skilled movements leaving a trail of heightened anticipation. 

With a deliberate motion, he slips a finger inside, retrieving a sample of your essence. 

A wicked gleam in his eyes, he withdraws his hand and seductively brings his coated digits to his mouth, savoring the taste of your arousal with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

An illicit wave washes over you as you witness the sinful spectacle. 

Your entire being shudders in response, caught between the allure of the forbidden and the intoxicating sensations that linger in the charged air.

“She tastes so sweet.” Jimin's husky voice cuts through the charged atmosphere as he licks his fingers with deliberate sensuality. 

The room hangs heavy with tension, and you can't deny the magnetic allure of his actions. It's not that you harbor romantic feelings for your friend, but you'd be lying if you claimed immunity to his undeniable attractiveness. 

The man is a vision of sin, wrapped in a package of irresistible allure, just like your loving boyfriend.

In an unexpected move, your boyfriend joins the sensual dance, his fingers seamlessly intertwining with Jimin's. 

Your body reacts with a jolt of surprise as Jungkook skillfully explores your most intimate places. 

Retrieving his fingers, he mirrors Jimin's actions, savoring the taste of your essence. 

The room pulses with an intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation, leaving you breathless and caught in the whirlwind of their shared seduction.

“Hmm, you're absolutely right,” he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “A perfect little slut.”

As the waves of pleasure subside, a gentle haze settles over your mind, leaving you in a blissful, slightly dizzy afterglow.

His husky voice, dripping with satisfaction, caresses your ear as he murmurs, “Good girls get rewarded,” coaxing another helpless moan from your lips.

Jimin and Jungkook rise simultaneously, offering you each a helping hand, guiding you towards the sanctuary of your bedroom. 

The conflicting emotions swirl within you—this should be wrong, yet in the magnetic pull of their presence, it feels irresistibly right. 

As they lead you, a comforting certainty blossoms, especially in the ease of Jungkook's demeanor. His calculated assurance hints at a carefully planned orchestration, tailored just for you.

As they guide you towards the bed, a synchronized dance unfolds. 

Jimin skillfully unzips the back of your dress and bra, revealing the vulnerable canvas beneath, while Jungkook, with a tantalizing pull, descends your panties. The orchestrated unveiling leaves you exposed, a willing participant in the unfolding symphony of desire.

Naked vulnerability envelops you as you stand before them, a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of a masterpiece. 

The uncertainty of the moment swirls around you like a tempest, and the uncharted territory of a threesome stirs a cocktail of nerves and arousal within you. 

Jungkook's apparent ease with the situation raises questions, casting a mysterious allure over the impending encounter.

“It’s okay princess. It’s just me. And Jimin,” his words wash over you like a soothing melody, a promise of tenderness in the midst of anticipation. 

The warmth in his eyes flickers with an unspoken promise, a shared secret between the three of you. 

As he hovers above you, a gentle chuckle dances through the air, a prelude to the uncharted journey ahead. 

“We're just going to take care of you, okay?” 

His voice, a lullaby of reassurance, invites you into the embrace of an unknown yet enticing adventure. You nod in agreement, the subtle taste of excitement mingling with the nervous bite of your lip, laying the foundation for what lies ahead.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, just say so.” 

As he speaks, an unwavering sincerity colors his words, a silent pledge to prioritize your comfort above all. The room becomes a canvas, painted with the shared vulnerability of this intimate encounter. 

As he stands, a subtle anticipation lingers in the air, setting the stage for what's to come. 

Your gaze instinctively falls, revealing a subtle bulge in his pants, a visual prelude to the unspoken desires in the room. 

In harmony, they both shed their layers, a symbolic unveiling that mirrors the unfolding intimacy. Jimin, stripped down to his boxers, gracefully enters the space above your head, a silhouette of desire against the backdrop of shared exploration.

Jungkook settles down on the floor and drags your body back down, so your ass is at the end of the bed. Giving him a perfect view of your dripping pussy, he licks his lips in anticipation. 

In a whisper of promise, Jungkook declares, “I'm going to get you nice and ready.” 

His tongue becomes a sensual artist, tracing an intricate path from your core to the delicate terrain of your clit. Your body quivers, a symphony of anticipation playing through your nerves. 

An instinct to shift on the bed is met with the unyielding strength of Jungkook's arms, firmly anchoring your thighs. 

The dance begins deliberately, a slow exploration that intensifies as two of his fingers join the exquisite journey, entering you with deliberate intent, creating a cadence that echoes the rising tempo of shared desire.

A soft moan escapes your lips as the sensation intensifies, and in the symphony of pleasure, you feel Jimin's warm hands caressing your cheeks, a gentle descent that maps the contours of your body until they reach your breasts. 

Your nipples, already responding to the charged atmosphere, stand erect beneath his touch, sending electric shivers through you.

As Jungkook quickens the pace of his fingers, delving in and out of you with a rhythmic precision, Jimin's lips trace a scorching path across your heated skin. 

The tender press of kisses ignites fires along your collarbones, leaving a trail of warmth that intensifies with every passing moment. 

Moving lower, he captures one nipple in his mouth, the contrast between the heated suction and the cool air sending thrilling sensations coursing through your body. 

The symphony of pleasure orchestrated by both men plays on, reaching new heights of fervor.

As your body arches slightly off the bed, a surge of pleasure courses through you, but Jungkook's firm grip keeps you anchored. 

With the addition of a third finger, a delicious stretching sensation sets in, intensifying the pleasure to new heights. His skilled attention on your clit persists, coaxing another orgasm to build, faster and more tantalizing than before. 

Your head becomes enveloped in a hazy cloud of ecstasy, and all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming waves of pleasure, expressing your bliss through unrestrained moans.

As Jimin decides he's lavished enough attention on the first nipple, he turns his focus to the other, taking it into his warm mouth and delicately tugging on the first one. The sensations are electrifying, an exquisite symphony of pleasure that envelops your senses. 

Each touch, each movement sends waves of ecstasy through your body, and in this moment, everything becomes an intoxicating blend of pleasure that leaves you utterly captivated.

Gasping, you confess, “I'm going to come again.” 

The intensity of pleasure courses through your body, causing your toes to curl and your stomach and pussy to clench in anticipation. The sensations are overwhelming, a symphony of ecstasy that leaves you teetering on the edge of blissful release.

In the throes of your release, Jungkook sucks passionately on your clit, sending shivers through your body. 

Simultaneously, Jimin bites down on your nipple, a teasing sensation that adds an electrifying edge to your pleasure. 

The combination is so intense that you can't help but feel like you'll get whiplash if they maintain this electrifying rhythm.

Jungkook's husky voice pierces through the haze of pleasure. 

“That's it, my good slut” he murmurs, maintaining a slow and deliberate pace with his fingers, syncing perfectly with the waves of your ebbing orgasm. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, and the edges of your vision blur as the intensity of the experience takes hold.

Jimin's appreciative words glide over your heightened senses. 

“She's incredibly responsive,” he observes, his hands skillfully teasing and massaging your breasts. Every touch sends shivers down your spine, amplifying the electrifying sensations that ripple through your body.

Your breaths come in frantic bursts, struggling to match the rhythm set by the two men. 

“Are you good?” Jungkook looks at you, his face glistening with your shared intimacy, an irresistible blend of passion and desire. 

His question hangs in the air, a subtle reminder that you're at the center of this whirlwind, and your response will fuel the flames of the already scorching atmosphere.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” 

The room crackles with an unspoken tension as your boyfriend rises, his boxer-clad arousal on full display. The subtle play of shadows across the fabric highlights every contour, a palpable promise of the passion about to unfold. 

Your gaze locks onto the prominent bulge, a visual cue that sets your pulse racing and stirs a magnetic attraction.

“I want to watch Jimin fuck you,” his words hang in the air, a daring proposition that sends a jolt of surprise through you. 

You glance at your boyfriend, questioning the audacity of such a suggestion. 

As he positions you in front of Jimin, the atmosphere thickens with an alluring tension.

Uncertainty blends with a heady anticipation, leaving you on the edge of curiosity and excitement. 

Would he really allow that? 

The room pulses with a forbidden thrill, an uncharted territory that beckons you to explore its depths.

His gaze meets yours, a mischievous spark dancing in his eyes. Before you can voice your confusion, he begins to unravel the tantalizing plan. 

“I want to watch Jimin take care of you,” he says with a wicked grin, sending a thrill down your spine. 

The unexpected proposal hangs in the air, leaving you both intrigued and slightly uneasy. As the gravity of his words sinks in, a rush of forbidden excitement courses through you.

In that moment, his kiss holds the weight of unspoken promises and secret desires. His lips, firm and demanding, leave you breathless and eager for more.

“Just like you've dreamt about,” he murmurs, his words a delicious blend of command and invitation. 

The air is charged with anticipation as you delve into a realm where fantasies transform into reality, and the boundaries between dreams and waking moments blur into an irresistible dance.

You gently cup his face in your hands, your touch a soothing balm to the storm within him. 

“You know they don't mean anything, Kook,” you reassure, your eyes locked onto his. 

In that intimate exchange, you share a silent understanding that transcends spoken words. Your love is an anchor, grounding him amidst the tempest of insecurities, and the depth of your connection speaks louder than any fleeting doubts.

His words hang in the air, a provocative promise that sends a thrilling shiver down your spine.

“No, none of that. When you dream like a slut, you're gonna get fucked like one,” he declares with a confident smirk, beckoning Jimin to step closer. 

The air is charged with anticipation as you gulp, fully aware that the night is about to unravel into an uncharted territory of pleasure and desire. 

The magnetic pull between you and the two men intensifies, creating an atmosphere where inhibitions fade away, leaving room only for the raw, unbridled passion that awaits.

Jimin confidently takes Jungkook's place, his sculpted physique accentuated by the dim glow of the room. 

Clad in nothing but boxers, a potent bulge strains against the fabric, hinting at the intense desire beneath. The air becomes charged with the unspoken promise of ecstasy, and you find yourself captivated by the raw allure emanating from Jimin's form. 

His eyes lock onto yours, a mischievous glint dancing within, as if he's ready to embark on an exhilarating journey through the realms of pleasure with you.

Your eyes briefly meet your boyfriend's, seeking reassurance and confirmation in the midst of this daring scenario. 

His expression, a mix of approval and anticipation, tells you everything you need to know. 

With a subtle nod, he grants his unspoken consent, fueling the intensity of the moment. The dynamics shift as Jimin steps forward, his presence commanding attention, and the unspoken agreement between the three of you creates a charged atmosphere, leaving you eager to explore the uncharted territories of pleasure.

“Just warm me up a bit before I fuck you, pretty,” 

Jimin's gaze intensifies, pupils dilating with raw desire, and as he discards the last barrier between his arousal and the impending encounter, his words drip with both seduction and anticipation. 

His request, a tantalizing promise of the passion about to unfold, hangs in the air like an electrifying prelude to an intimate symphony. 

As you grab Jimin's dick, you're captivated by the velvety warmth beneath your fingertips. 

His shorter, girthier form seems to pulse with its own heartbeat, a tangible embodiment of the passion that simmers between you. The weight of anticipation hangs in the air, and your mind becomes a canvas for vivid fantasies of the sensations he might evoke. 

Lost in the rhythm of your own movements, you inadvertently drift into a world where the imminent encounter promises both intensity and ecstasy, leaving you blissfully unaware of the passing moments.

As Jimin grins with a hint of mischief, he reassures you with a low, soothing voice, “It's alright, we'll take our time.” 

His anticipation mirrors yours, and as you guide him into your hand, you find a newfound focus. With a subtle yet daring move, you moisten his throbbing length with a well-timed spit, creating an intimate connection that heightens the shared desire between you. 

As Jungkook positions himself behind you, a wave of anticipation courses through your body. 

His lips graze your neck, teasingly gentle, before he surprises you with a nibble that ignites a delicious shiver down your spine. The sensation lingers as he moves to suck on the tender spot, claiming it as his own. 

His actions are both possessive and tender, a contrast that electrifies your senses. Each deliberate movement on your neck serves as a tantalizing prelude, building the atmosphere of shared desire between you.

Jimin swiftly decides that your warm-up has served its purpose, though truth be told, the urgency in his demeanor suggests he was ready from the start. His arousal is palpable, a testament to the anticipation that has been building between you.

“On all fours, pretty,” in a delicate dance of desire, Jimin guides you onto all fours with a firm yet gentle touch. 

The shift in position unveils a vulnerability that sends a shiver down your spine. As you face your boyfriend, the air thickens with a mix of anticipation and shared intimacy. His gaze, filled with both love and arousal, provides a reassuring anchor in this uncharted territory.

On hands and knees, your ass is presented to Jimin, a canvas for the desires that linger in the room. The contrast between the tender smile your boyfriend offers and the hungry gaze in Jimin's eyes creates a captivating tension.

“Condom?” 

In response to Jimin's inquiry, Jungkook moves with purpose, delving into the contents of your nightstand. 

From its depths, he retrieves a condom—an unexpected addition to your usual routine. 

In your five years with Jungkook, such precautions were seldom necessary, relying instead on the reliability of birth control and the familiarity that time had etched into your relationship. 

Yet, in this charged moment, the condom becomes a symbol of caution, a tangible acknowledgment of the unexpected twist this night has taken. 

As Jungkook hands it to Jimin, the air hums with a blend of curiosity and arousal. The foil tears open with a promise, and the unrolling of the condom onto Jimin's dick echoes with a subtle shift in the dynamics.

Jimin's hands cradle the curves of your ass, his touch both tender and possessive. 

His eyes, filled with concern and desire, lock onto yours, seeking affirmation in the depths of your gaze.

“Are you good? Is it okay?” he asks, his voice a breathy murmur that hangs in the charged air. The weight of the question adds a layer of intimacy, as if he's not only seeking permission for the physical act but also ensuring the well-being of your emotions in this uncharted territory.

You nod, a silent agreement, your breath hitching with a mix of anticipation and reassurance.

“You have to use your words, sweetheart, otherwise Jimin isn’t going to fuck you.” 

He whispers, his warm breath caressing your skin. Jungkook's touch on your cheek is feather-light, a stark contrast to the weight of his words that hang in the charged atmosphere. His fingers, tracing the contour of your lips, carry a subtle demand for your verbal affirmation.

“I’m ready.”

As you close your eyes, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions dances in the darkness behind your lids. 

The journey you've embarked upon feels like an irreversible tide, sweeping away the boundaries you once held dear. The nagging sense of wrongness, a lingering echo of societal norms, clashes with the electric current of desire coursing through your veins. 

In this twilight of uncertainty, you ponder the enigma that is your boyfriend's decision to share you with a friend. 

The possessiveness that usually defines him has given way to a new, uncharted territory of shared pleasure. It's a paradoxical blend of arousal and apprehension, and you can't help but wonder how deep this rabbit hole goes.

As Jimin's throbbing cock meets the threshold of your entrance, a charged moment hangs in the air. 

His fingers gently part your cheeks, creating a canvas for the intimate dance about to unfold. The anticipation builds with each tantalizing tease, as the velvet heat of his head grazes your most intimate space, leaving a trail of heated promises. 

With a deliberate slowness, Jimin breaches the sanctuary of your warmth. The gradual descent of his hardness into the depths of your essence paints a vivid picture of shared intimacy. 

As Jimin delves deeper into the cavern of your pussy, a symphony of sensations reverberates through your being. Your moans, a harmonious melody, intertwine with the rhythm of your shared breaths. 

With each inch he claims, you instinctively brace against Jungkook's hips, seeking grounding amidst the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Jimin's girth, an uncharted territory, tests the limits of your accustomed boundaries. 

Yet, the abundant slickness of desire acts as a lubricated guide, easing the journey into an intoxicating dance of connection. The initial stretch, a transient discomfort, is eclipsed by the growing pleasure, a testament to the fluidity of passion and the resilience of your desire-soaked essence.

“Fuck she’s tight!” 

His husky exclamation punctuates the charged air, echoing the tight embrace your core provides. A transient pause follows, as he relishes the depth of connection achieved. In the subsequent languid retreat, every inch of his withdrawal sends tremors of anticipation through your form.

With an emphatic thrust, he surges back into you, a forceful rhythm established from the outset. The intensity of his movements forces your head to bow, a testament to the powerful impact that each plunge delivers. 

The heightened depth of penetration elicits a cascade of sensations, a symphony of pleasure and surrender that resonates with each successive collision.

In the throes of passion, you're a symphony of moans and pants, completely undone by Jimin's fervent movements within you. The intensity of the experience has you lost in a haze of pleasure. 

Just when you think the sensations couldn't escalate any further, you sense Jungkook adjusting his position, a silent promise of more to come.

His gaze on you is intense, devouring every nuance of your response as if committing it to memory. The dark, lustful hunger in his eyes is unmistakable, mirroring the rhythm of Jimin's thrusts. With a seductive confidence, he begins stroking himself, amplifying the erotic spectacle. 

As Jimin continues to plunge into you with a relentless rhythm, you steal a glance at your boyfriend, whose eyes are locked on the explicit scene before him. 

The realization hits you like a tidal wave — he's not just allowing this; he's reveling in the erotic image unfolding in front of him. 

The unexpected turn of events has you reflecting on the twists and turns of desire, leaving you in awe of the unfolding passions that have brought you to this surreal moment.

Inching closer, Jungkook traces a teasing path along your cheek with his finger, a silent invitation. The tension in the room heightens as you catch his unspoken request. Sensing the anticipation, you willingly part your lips, ready for the intimate connection that's about to unfold.

As you take him into your mouth, a soft moan escapes his lips, and he praises you, “That's a good girl.” 

The warmth of your mouth, combined with the intimate act, elicits a hiss of pleasure from him. 

As Jimin maintains the rhythm of his rapid thrusts, a low hum escapes his lips, a primal sound that resonates with the intensity of the moment. “Yeah.”

Jungkook's voice, laced with desire, breaks through the heated air as he urges you, “Just know who you belong to.” 

His words hang in the room, a possessive reminder of the intimate connection shared between you two. As he fights to restrain himself, the anticipation builds, heightening the intensity of the moment before you take him into your mouth again.

His concern echoes in your ears as Jungkook whispers, “Say if it's too much, and we can stop anytime.” 

The sincerity in his voice reflects a genuine care for your comfort, creating a tender contrast to the passionate atmosphere that surrounds you. It's a reminder that, despite the intensity, your boundaries are respected and valued.

As you hum in agreement, the vibrations from your mouth send a tantalizing sensation through Jungkook's cock, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from him. 

“You’re taking me so well, pretty,” in the midst of the intense pleasure, Jimin's praise resonates in the air, heightening the sensations. 

As you clench around him in response, the struggle to balance Jimin's relentless pace and attending to Jungkook's needs becomes apparent. 

Feeling the need to address the moment, you pop off Jungkook’s dick, a breathless pause hanging in the air before you speak.

“Please fuck my mouth,” as your plea for more intensifies, your eyes lock with your boyfriend's, a mixture of desire and need reflected in your gaze. 

Without a second thought, he responds eagerly, thrusting his dick back into your mouth, the air filled with the sounds of your shared passion and the unrestrained symphony of pleasure unfolding.

“Such a dirty slut,” as the explicit words tumble from his lips, your senses are heightened, the raw intensity of the moment swirling around you. 

Each forceful thrust sends shivers down your spine, a delicate dance between pleasure and a hint of pain. 

Tears glisten in your eyes, a testament to the overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume you. Your jaw aches, but you persevere, determined to please him and surrender to the ecstasy of the shared experience.

As the intensity of their movements builds, you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of desire, surrendering to the rhythmic chaos they orchestrate. 

The speed and force leave you breathless, and you resign yourself to the overwhelming pleasure they provide. Your gaze flickers upward, connecting with your boyfriend's eyes, which mirror a cocktail of desire and ecstasy. His furrowed brow betrays the impending climax, a visual symphony playing out as you navigate the tempestuous pleasure they bestow upon you.

As Jimin's breath intertwines with the rhythm of your collective passion, you notice a subtle deceleration in his movements. Each pant resonates with the echoes of desire, a brief respite in the storm of sensations that engulf you. 

“Fuck. I’m not gonna last long,” as Jimin's fervent pace quickens, his ragged breaths become a symphony of impending release. 

The slap on your ass, a visceral punctuation to his words, reverberates through the room.

As you moan, the vibrations reverberate through Jungkook's throbbing length, intensifying the sensations for both of you. 

An overwhelming sense of fullness consumes you, your senses heightened as the anticipation of another impending orgasm courses through your entire being. It's a crescendo building within, promising an intense release that echoes the passion-filled moments leading up to it. 

Your body, already well-acquainted with pleasure tonight, braces itself for the impending explosion of ecstasy, ready to succumb to the relentless waves of bliss.

“Are you gonna come soon, pretty?” 

Jimin's voice, a seductive whisper in your ear, heightens the tension in the room. 

Your response, a throaty moan around your boyfriend's cock, sends a clear signal of the impending release building within you. 

Jungkook, caught in the throes of passion, improvises by gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, a gesture both possessive and intimate, “I think that was a yes, Jimin.”

In the heat of the moment, your body responds instinctively to Jimin's touch. 

As his skilled finger traces enticing circles around your clit, you arch your back, a silent plea for more. The pleasure becomes an overwhelming crescendo, pushing you to the brink. 

It's a delicate dance on the precipice of ecstasy, and every stroke of Jimin's finger feels like it might be the one to tip you over the edge. The tension builds, and you're left teetering on the verge, caught between desire and the imminent release that hovers just out of reach.

In the throes of passion, Jungkook's hands explore your body with an intimate familiarity. His touch is both possessive and tender as he effortlessly finds your breasts. 

A surge of pleasure courses through you when he pinches both of your nipples simultaneously, intensifying the sensations that already have you on the edge. In that moment, it's as if every nerve ending in your body is attuned to his every movement, creating a symphony of desire that leaves you breathless and yearning for more.

“Mmmhpf!” your scream morphs into a muffled mon as Jungkook's sizable cock fills your mouth completely, stifling any coherent sound. The sensation is overwhelming, the weight and heat of him stretching your limits.

Your body trembles, legs threatening to give way as an electrifying current courses through you. Gratefully, Jimin secures a firm grip on your hips, ensuring your stability as he relentlessly fucks into you. 

“Fuck!” he exclaims, the raw intensity of the moment etched across his face as you continue to pulsate around him.

Jungkook continues to stroke your cheeks, a mixture of tenderness and dominance, as he relentlessly takes control of your mouth. 

“Such a good girl,” his words echo through the fog of pleasure and the deafening symphony of sensations. 

The ringing in your ears intensifies, drowning out the world around you. 

If your eyes were open, the overwhelming intensity might blind you, yet behind closed lids, your vision blurs, and you surrender to the whirlwind of ecstasy that consumes every inch of your being.

“Where do you want me to come?” Jimin's ragged breaths are punctuated by the question that hangs in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. 

His words, a sultry request, echo through the room, leaving you with a sense of anticipation that lingers in the charged atmosphere.

“On her ass,” Jungkook’s words cut through the heated haze, a directive that adds a new layer of intensity to the already fervent atmosphere. 

The command is uttered with a possessive authority, leaving no room for hesitation. 

As the waves of ecstasy gradually recede, your senses awaken to a heightened state of sensitivity. Every touch, every brush of air against your skin becomes an electrifying caress. 

The aftermath of pleasure leaves you in a vulnerable state, your body still pulsating with the residual echoes of pleasure. 

As Jimin withdraws from the intimate space of your pussy, a sense of emptiness lingers momentarily. 

The subtle sounds of the discarded condom hitting the floor echo the intensity of the moment just shared. 

Then, a tender touch graces your curves as Jimin's hand and warmth retrace the contours of your skin. The rhythmic strokes against his own arousal paint a vivid soundscape, creating a sensual symphony in the dimly lit room. 

The culmination of his pleasure manifests in a cascade of white, anointing your skin in an intimate ritual. His gentleness, juxtaposed against the raw intensity that preceded, leaves you suspended in a fragile moment of post-climactic intimacy.

As Jimin relinquishes the reins, he utters a breathy proclamation, “She's all yours.” 

Seated with an aura of confident dominance, his gaze becomes a spectator to the captivating scene unfolding before him. Your body, an exquisite canvas of desire, moves to the rhythm of Jungkook's fervent thrusts. 

In the symphony of moans and erratic breaths, Jungkook's voice cuts through the air like a possessive crescendo. 

“Always was, always will be,” he declares, his words saturated with a possessiveness that hangs thick in the room. 

The intensity of his thrusts, the raw edge in his voice, and the audacity of sharing you with another - it all collides, creating a complex tapestry of desire and dominance. 

It's a moment that begs the question: how did this man, usually unwavering in his ownership, allow another to partake in this intimate dance with you?

As Jungkook withdraws, his release splatters across your face, a sudden, unexpected warmth that catches you off guard. 

It's a deviation from the anticipated script, but the unpredictable nature of the act only adds to the charged atmosphere. The mixture of surprise and satisfaction dances across your features, leaving a visual echo of the intimate exchange that just transpired. 

As the remnants of their passion linger on your flushed skin, Jungkook's husky voice pierces the air. 

“Such a good slut,” he commends, his fingers tracing a path from your face down to your parted lips, smearing the evidence of his cum into your warm mouth. It's a bold assertion, a tangible connection that blurs the lines between pleasure and possession.

Exhaustion washes over you like a gentle wave, pulling you into the depths of relaxation. The weight of your spent body sinks into the bed, every muscle tingling with a satisfying ache. 

Your eyelids surrender to the soothing darkness, shutting out the remnants of a night that pushed the boundaries of pleasure. 

As you recline in the afterglow, the room echoes with the melody of your contented moans—a symphony of fulfillment. 

Soft warmth caresses your skin, pulling you gently from the depths of slumber. 

The sensation on your face and ass registers—two warm towels, meticulously sweeping away the remnants of a heated encounter.

Jungkook's careful touch graces your face, tenderly gliding over delicate features, while Jimin mirrors the gesture below, cleansing away the traces of their shared passion.

Gentle hands guide you, rolling your body onto your back, a synchronized ballet of care. 

They delicately part your legs, like pages in a book, unveiling the aftermath of shared desire. 

Your voice, a tender moan, escapes in response to their comforting touch, an involuntary melody that lingers in the air—a testament to the intimacy woven into this moment of post-passion tenderness.

Jungkook's voice, a soft caress, breaks through the hazy aftermath. 

“Hi, princess,” he murmurs, his words a gentle acknowledgment of the shared journey. The tenderness in his tone weaves a comforting cocoon around you, a warmth that lingers in the air. 

“You did so good,” he adds, his praise a soothing balm to the vulnerability that lingers after the storm of passion.

Beside him, Jimin hums in agreement, a low vibration that echoes the lingering intimacy in the room. 

“Want to take a shower?” his proposal lingers in the air, a suggestion weighted with the promise of cleansing away not just the physical residue but also the shared moments of illicit pleasure. 

As he glances between you and Jungkook, a silent consensus seems to pass, the unspoken agreement palpable in the subtle nods that bridge understanding between the three of you.

With words caught in the aftermath of passion, you resort to a nod – a subtle affirmation that echoes the complexity of emotions swirling within you.

“We can clean you up better there,” Jungkook says as they lead you towards the bathroom, a sanctuary where water promises both cleansing and renewal, you find yourself caught in the juxtaposition of sensations. 

Their touch, once a tempest of passion, now guides you with a tenderness that belies the intensity that transpired moments ago.

As you navigate the path to the bathroom, a surreal blend of emotions courses through you. 

Physically, you're aware of the lingering sensations, a testament to the shared moments that unfolded. 

However, beyond the tangible, there's a current of emotions, complex and uncharted. 

The paradox of feeling overwhelmed and yet fulfilled creates a tapestry of conflicting sentiments. 

The uncertainty that shrouds the future of your relationship with Jungkook and the dynamics with Jimin remains, but for now, in the cocoon of the present, there's an undeniable aura of bliss, an amalgamation of love and adoration that fills every inch of your being.

What do you think? It got a lot longer than I expected, sorry. I can't write anything short...

[baekhvuns]

Shinestars are so crazy, man sent selfies and everyone's like HWATITIES, MOMMY MOMMY! Even though we can barely see the tits, I mean I did stare... can't say I didn't 🤪

Reminds me of this https://twitter.com/DiaryAtiny/status/1436321792788811787?t=e0pACqciRxHAyPLerw-SDQ&s=19 photo where I immediately knew it was Seonghwa (because of the trousers) and some people were like NOOO CAN'T BE HWA

Then he had the audacity to be soft and recommend Lover... now I don't like TS tbh, but she has some catchy songs and I actually tolerate Lover, very predictable of Hwa to like it, such a lover boy.

I know I should've slapped the neck 😭 I considered poking him a few times, because he was lowkey obstructing my view but then... he was the view, lololol

Seonghwa's name is much prettier than mine though, everything about him it's pretty so unfair. Oh is Hongjoong your twin then?

Yes, I'm glad when the show aired more people gravitated towards Seojun, I was like I TOLD YOU ALL FROM THE START WTFFF. Webtoon girlies are so boring, they only talked about Suho, but drama girlies knew what's up! I think Suho and Jugyeong are too similar and that's their problem, the webtoon is still on-going so idk if they're together or not. I only hope Seojun is having and doing well.

Tomorrow is intense as hell, man is hot but miserable too, a perfect combo <3

Miss Baek I can't write anything 😭 at least not properly, I wish I could

Tbh I dropped the case at this point, cause I'm a bit tired of it and mostly of people talking shit but I wonder when and how it's gonna end...

Ususuhdhdgahsgsgysa never read a JK fic, well never read for anyone other than Ateez and sometimes Stray Kids, but that sounds about right. Noona rights ❤

I'm sorry but Hwa admitted to being a cry baby ok, it's not always my fault 😭😭😭😭

Chogiwa Hwa was 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I'm a Wolf enthusiast and defender also my Mayfly slaying together, yeah good times. Seonghwa's PAINTED NAILS PEAK ADDICTING KITTEN

Omg what if he saw that tulip personality tweet and decided to pose as a tulip... 😩 my friend met Ateez today at Amsterdam's fansign and she was so shaky and emo, bless her hahaha. - DV 💖

hi!

Shinestars are so crazy, man sent selfies and everyone's like HWATITIES, MOMMY MOMMY! Even though we can barely see the tits, I mean I did stare... can't say I didn't 🤪

BFAMDBAKDHWK HIDDIES FTW,,, MILF HWA FEEDING US AND HE KNOWS IT TOO GOD DAMNIT

Reminds me of this https://twitter.com/DiaryAtiny/status/1436321792788811787?t=e0pACqciRxHAyPLerw-SDQ&s=19 photo where I immediately knew it was Seonghwa (because of the trousers) and some people were like NOOO CAN'T BE HWA

FBWK FROM HIS ARMS TOO U CAN TELL,,,, DHWJ PLS THEY WERE LIKE ITS SAN BC THEY COULDN’T SEE HWA AS MESSY 😭🔫

Then he had the audacity to be soft and recommend Lover... now I don't like TS tbh, but she has some catchy songs and I actually tolerate Lover, very predictable of Hwa to like it, such a lover boy.

and when i do a ts songs with hwa au’s tHEN WHAT,,, okay but exile is so good >>> BUT END GAME IS SO GOOD anon whats ur thoughts on a race track racer au 🔫 AND I DONT WANNA LIVE FOREVER FT ZAYN WAS 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 zayn’s so hot, he’s the only hot one in 1D i said what i said 🔫

I know I should've slapped the neck 😭 I considered poking him a few times, because he was lowkey obstructing my view but then... he was the view, lololol

FBWMFBWK PLS U COULDVE 😭😭 THE SATISFYING AOUND IT WOULD MADE,,, im convinced if u poked it, it would be so soft and jiggly

Seonghwa's name is much prettier than mine though, everything about him it's pretty so unfair. Oh is Hongjoong your twin then?

u know god said im gonna have favourites and put them all in sk 😭😭 iTS UNFAIR AT HOW GORGEOUS HE IS 😭😭😭 i think NOT IN A DELULU WAY theres similarities!

Yes, I'm glad when the show aired more people gravitated towards Seojun, I was like I TOLD YOU ALL FROM THE START WTFFF. Webtoon girlies are so boring, they only talked about Suho, but drama girlies knew what's up! I think Suho and Jugyeong are too similar and that's their problem, the webtoon is still on-going so idk if they're together or not. I only hope Seojun is having and doing well.

YEAH THE WEBTOON GIRLIES WERE ALL OVER SUHO BUT THE KDRAMA ONES KNEW THE REAL DEAL,,, i watch some edit videos of seojun and jug and 😭😭😭😭 tHEYRE SO FUNNG PLS oh the webtoon’s still ongoing i gave up so long ago the author fr stretching it atp

Tomorrow is intense as hell, man is hot but miserable too, a perfect combo <3 Miss Baek I can't write anything 😭 at least not properly, I wish I could

MISS DEJA VU ANON I KNOW U CAN !!! THAT DELULU HWA DREAM FBMWHDSK PLS WRITE A FIC ONE DAY ABT IT FHWKFH 😭😭 I WILL GIVE U MY ONE KIDNEY FOR IT

Tbh I dropped the case at this point, cause I'm a bit tired of it and mostly of people talking shit but I wonder when and how it's gonna end...

HMMM MAKES SENSE,, yeah the ending makes me a little weary but i just hope justice is served fr he deserves it after all this 😭😭

Ususuhdhdgahsgsgysa never read a JK fic, well never read for anyone other than Ateez and sometimes Stray Kids, but that sounds about right. Noona rights ❤

YOUVE NEVER??? okay but like most jk fics r like bad hoys or oVERLY DOM characters,, i find myself reading taehyung fics more fbfb OH do u also have certain members u literally CANNOT read for??? NOONA RIGHTS FHWK I WILL GIVE THAT IN A SAN FIC TOO

I'm sorry but Hwa admitted to being a cry baby ok, it's not always my fault 😭😭😭😭

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 HES THE WHINY CRY BABY DBWN his mom was right with that nickname she gave him,,, I MEAN OPPOSITES ATTRACT BESTIE THE MEAN AND THE NICE 🤌🏼

Chogiwa Hwa was 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I'm a Wolf enthusiast and defender also my Mayfly slaying together, yeah good times. Seonghwa's PAINTED NAILS PEAK ADDICTING KITTEN

CHOGIWA HWA GDQKJDKQHDKQ tbh wolf wasnt bad if u dont pay attention to the lyrics or the awoo’s, the vocals 🤌🏼😮‍💨 YES FBWMFH MAYFLY SO CUTE 😭😭 EVERYTIME I SEE RED HAIR HWA MY MIND IMMEDIATELY GOES TO ADDICTING KITTEN

Omg what if he saw that tulip personality tweet and decided to pose as a tulip... 😩 my friend met Ateez today at Amsterdam's fansign and she was so shaky and emo, bless her hahaha. - DV 💖

😭😭😭😭 HE’S FR A TULIP PLS SHE DID??? SHE DID??? PLS FBKWHDKWBDKW TAKE HER RIGHTS AWAY IF SHE WAS THAT DREAM ONE 😭😭 omg that’s so coolio tho id be shaking too trying to find which page needs to be signed 😭😭

[mitsuyaya]

[ make love (one last time) ] tsukishima kei x fem! reader

♡ warnings: MDNI, characters are aged up (18+), angst, mild smut, break-up sex, soft sex, unprotected sex, soft tsukishima, me writing this is a warning itself jk, kinda rushed sksksk 💀

♡ summary: It was the day you dreaded the most, the day you feared to come. He uttered those words, leaving you broken, but instead of letting him go easily you asked for one last wish – to make love like the first time, for the last time.

♡ end note: we crush our hearts together ☝️🤪 I'm sorry tsukki this must be done </3 my entry for @httptamaki (shuffle collab) and @kingkatsuki (frozen hearts collab) thanks for hosting and letting me join <3

shuffle collab (free - prettymuch) | frozen hearts collab

Hey, can we at least have fun before we break up?

The day you finally dreaded has finally come, the scenario that you pushed at the back of your mind– it's all happening in a blink of an eye.

Tsukishima sat at the sofa next to you, his glasses fogged up, breathing heavily as the words he just said resonated. ‘I think we need to break up, this isn't working anymore, we can't fix this’ those words aren't what you wanted to hear, aren't the words that could comfort you because of your incessant fights. It's really happening, and it's happening sooner than you expected.

“You can stay in this house. I'm gonna be staying at Tadashi's. I'm really sorry y/n” over the years you grow quite fond of the new Tsukishima. How he went seemingly soft, still abrasive but not as often as he was younger. So you thought that your fight would be resolved, just like they always do, but it wasn't– it wasn't the same fight you have over and over again. It's not the same fight you'd always laugh about in the end, this time there's nothing that can fix it.

There's no way that a simple apology or even time could heal a relationship that's already fading. The once-joyful and passionate relationship has devolved into anguish, misunderstandings and debacles. There's no fixing a problem that's unfixable when the reason for the breakup is that you both did it yourselves.

“Are you really going to leave me like this?” the words came out a bit offensive, as if you're trying to make him feel bad, to make him realize that he's the only one who wanted all of this. Tsukishima kept his distance, unmoving, still not looking into your direction. He knows it hurts you more than it is to him, he knew you wouldn't take it lightly, he knew you'd be like this and yet he still forced himself to break up with you.

“Look y/n we can't fix this. You have to set me free, set us free” you can't. You don't want to, if being selfish was an option, you'd keep him for yourself. Save yourself from hurting, but hurting him in the process– it isn't fair.

“You're selfish, did you really think I can let you go” you keep your gaze into the frame of you and him, the past lingering in your memories; his eyes twinkling with adoration but he easily masked it with boredom. It's mocking you, ridiculing you.

You felt the sofa bounced, the realization that he finally left your side sinks in, he's leaving, it's done. “You can, trust me it's for the best. Have I ever lied to you?” no– never. Never but that doesn't mean it's that easy to let him go, to forget your love for him.

Every step is unbearable, the longer he stays the heavier the urge to run back to you. He didn't want to end up like this, to leave you like this– he doesn't want to result in this either, but as long as you're with him it wouldn't be better for you– he needed to be freed. You needed to be free. Tsukishima stood by the door, preparing to twist the knob. it's done, it must be done.

“Hey Tsukishima, before you leave… Can you fuck me like the first time?” the question wasn't supposed to sound hopeful, wasn't supposed to make him debate whether to grant it or not. Because he knows once he said yes he'll have trouble letting go again. It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy to decide that he'll let you go– it wasn't easy to say no either.

Eight steps, eight agonizing steps was how many steps he took to come back to you, to be next to you. It took him exactly eight steps to lose all the restraints he has. Eight long strides was all it took to lock his lips with yours, to caress your face the way he does, to taste your sultry lips, one last time.

“You'll regret this y/n” Tsukishima carried you from the couch to head to your bedroom. You weren't the only one who'll regret this though, him as well. He shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. You'll be broken after this, and so was he. “I know and I don't care”

How you end up naked and a whimpering mess is all a blur, how all your clothes were all discarded, all sprawled up on the floor. How you lay flatly on the bed, your legs folded in half was all hazy. How those disgruntled feelings from earlier shifted into pleasure.

His hands are on your hips, gripping you tight, as he penetrates his cock inside you, hitting your good spot over and over again. This'll be the last time, this'll be the final moment you'll have with him.

“Don't cry stupid, unless that's from pleasure then continue” He's trying to lighten the mood, to lighten the weight your carrying, and you're grateful for it, even if it's nothing compared to the stinging pain you're going through. He cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumb.

His movements doesn't falter, eager to make you cum, to feel you clamp down on him, to feel your insides and to forget all that was going to happen after this. “Kei, tell me you love me” you sobbed, looking up at him, his eyes focused on you. His face isn't the same when you have sex before, this time it's emotional, it truly is the end. You were thankful that at least he agreed, that he granted your last wish.

“I love you y/n” he kept on staring at your broken yet fucked out state, letting his eyes linger on your upper body, he'll always remember this moment, embedding your face in his heart and mind.

Tsukishima craned his head downward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Savouring your pitiful sobs and delicious moans. He rolled his hips in sync with his lips, moving as slow as sensual– passionately making love with you. “I love you too Kei, so much”

Your first time with Tsukishima is as you remembered, slow and sensual, passionate and overall perfect. How he looks at you with those eyes, pulling you in, making you hope that this was all a dream. It's terrifying to think that he'll leave after this, that this will be the last time you will share the bed, the last time you'd create your shared memory.

“Holy shit! Kei I'm gonna cum-” he slid his arms into your heated bodies to encircle your clit, helping you come faster. He fucked you through your orgasm, fixated on your whole appearance– engraving this exact moment in his mind. He watched as you twitched from sensitivity and overstimulation and yet you still kept on meeting his thrusts, driven to make him cum, to make him feel good.

“Kei, I love you, I love you– cum inside me” he's getting crazy, you're driving him insane. A series of I love you ranged in his ears, hopeful and pitiful– he doesn't want to end here. Tsukishima closed his eyes, feeling his orgasm fast approaching, blinking back the tears he didn't want to acknowledge.

It wasn't supposed to hurt, it wasn't. Bucking his hips a few more times, he finally bottomed out inside you, burying his cock deeper as he unloads his cum. Thrusting several times to shove it inside you, to serve as his farewell souvenir.

It was done. This is final.

It was night when you both took a rest, passing out from exhaustion. Tsukishima cleaned you up, tucked you to bed and prepared you something to eat for when you woke up. Watching you sleep feels wrong, he feels undeserving to see you like this, to see you all broken because of him. “I'm sorry y/n. I have to let you go like this, well now you're free at least.”

He doesn't want to stay any longer– can't when the reasons for staying keep piling up, when the guilt sinks in. He's conflicted; he wants to stay and keep you in his arms, but he wants to leave to keep the both of you from hurting any longer.

He left a chaste kiss into your lips, memorizing how your plump lips taste like. Leaving you in this state, after what he did, made him feel dirty; like those guys who leave hastily to some girl they randomly fucked. But he has no choice, he has to leave, he needs to leave, he has to turn his back and bury this final moment, this wonderful memory.

“Goodbye y/n” regret and contrition flooded his senses. He closed the door glancing at you one last time, this is the end. The sound of the door closing reverberates, he left without realizing that you've been awake all this time, that you heard what he said. That you felt every single word he said.

The ache resurfaced once again, crushing your heart into pieces, he's gone, he'll never return again.

He's free.

He's not yours anymore.

He's free.

“Goodbye Kei”

[borathae]

Sibiii, Jk in that black, croppes jacket will be the death of me😩😩😭😭 Like he is so fucking gorgeous I have never felt so in awe of a man, and soo attracted at that. The slim waist, the abs, the wide shoulders🥴🥴 I've never been as obssesed with a guy's tummy like I have an incredible urge to litter kisses from under his belly...down👀👀He is driving me insanee!! Just like your writing🥵, I adore the OGC stories, hands down the hottest drabbles out there for me. I literally get soaking wet from reading them, there I said it😈💀

Anonie. I feel so seen. So understood. omfg I thought I was being weird for having those deep craving for licking his tummy OMFG ANONIE I FEEL YOU SO FUCKING MUCH OMFG HIS TUMMY MAKES ME SO FCKING WEAK LIKE I AM LEGITEMATELY ATTRACTED TO HIS TUMMY like I am obviously attracted to the whole freaking man BUT I MERELY SEE HIS TUMMY AND I'M LOSING IT

IT'S SO DAINTY AND SMALL I JUST WANNA HOLD IT WITH BOTH HANDS STRONGLY AND THEN FEEL IT MOVE AND SHIFT UNDERNEATH ME LIKE HOLY FIKFKVANDF I HAVE PAIN INSIDE OF ME

OH MY GOD JUST LOOK AT ITITITIITITI I WANNA SCREAM GNGNF

Also omfmgmf I feel so proud right now, honestly I want my stories to be nothing but pussy wetters let's get it besties ayee 🤪🤪💜

[zukkaoru]

002 with outlaw queen and / or your favorite librarians ship and / or steli and / or whatever you want to talk about <3

hiii corey💞 i ended up just doing all three bc Bored and i want to write but the words aren't coming :/

outlaw queen

When I started shipping them: march 30, 2014 between 8pm and 9pm est. aka when regina and robin were in zelena's cabin and regina saw the lion tattoo on his arm, i was like OH????👀 and my life has been downhill ever since

My thoughts: JSGFKJDFBVSDBFGVYIERWUONJCBNY457FREUVIBAWE7TB8WQYOIRPUVAO8Q7V3RP034BT87P9AQRYTWEYAIOFHS🍎🏹💘🍎🏹💘🍎🏹💘🍎🏹💘🍎🏹💘 they deserved so much better they were soulmates this was supposed to be a show about happy endings why didn't they get a happily ever after why did a&e screw us over so badly why couldn't they be happy why did they have to kill robin i just want them to be happy they deserved to be happy no i will never be over them they're are my number one ship forever and always stunning in every way i'm just trying to memorize you like this you can't steal something that's been given to you regina you are my future-- um yeah. anyway. moving on

What makes me happy about them: all of the little casual touches omg they're so 🥺🥺🥺 and regina is so HAPPY when she's with him and they're so in love and the good old days of the hood-mills family,,,,,, y eah

What makes me sad about them: WHY DIDN'T THEY GET HAPPILY EVER AFTER😭

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: it has been so long since i've read any oq fics so honestly i'm not really sure. i didn't have very high standards for fics back when i was into 0uat nor did i really read all that many?

Things I look for in fanfic: fluff. happiness. canon divergence au where robin does not die for no reason.

My wishlist: HAPPY ENDING. ROBIN ALIVE. HOOD-MILLS FAMILY. BABY HOPE LOCKSLEY (yeah i'm pretty sure the c$ kid was named hope but oq nation claimed that name first tyvm)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: swanqueen endgame would have also been a serve i can't lie. i don't ship robin with anyone else tho

My happily ever after for them: just. robin being alive ;-;

okay i'm sticking the others under the cut <3

evlynn (favorite librarians ship)

When I started shipping them: pretty early on in the show i think; don't remember the exact moment but like definitely by the end of episode 5

My thoughts: i love them so much. the blueprint for a modern fairytale-esque happily ever after. all the other main couples on live action tv shows want what they have

What makes me happy about them: they are literally canonically in love and basically married and no one can take that away from me!! they're happy!! they made it to happily ever after!!!!!

What makes me sad about them: when they parted ways / semi-broke up? in season three i literally started crying. ngl i don't remember exactly what happened but i remember i was devastated. also ofc the fact that we're not ever gonna see them again bc tnt cancelled the show bc they didn't like it :/

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: it's been so long since i've read librarians fic so i honestly don't know

Things I look for in fanfic: there's not really enough fics in this fandom to be picky skdgfjdk

My wishlist: what if,,,,,,, we got another season😳 haha jk🤪 .......................unless--

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one <3

My happily ever after for them: honestly i think they already got happily ever after. but eventually, they'll retire from being librarian & guardian and pass the torch over to the lits and find a new guardian (or more than one) and they'll take over a jenkins-esque role in aiding the new librarians when necessary but mostly just watching over and taking care of the library and all the artifacts

steli

When I started shipping them: shortly after watching creepslayerz for the first time i believe (january 2018ish)

My thoughts: i miss the golden days of steli nation. before they shoved steve and aja into a relationship. back when we all agreed steve was gay and eli had two moms. also literally they dID THE BABY ASSIGNMENT TOGETHER!!!! that's such a romance cliche and both of the other main pairs (jim/claire and toby/darcy) who did the assignment together went canon!! also also can we just talk about the fact that steve was sleeping and woke up just to catch a wad of paper before it hit eli? yeah. i won't forget

What makes me happy about them: the way they started working together, especially in season 3 when they brought all the umbrellas for the trolls ;-; also i am morally obligated to give a shout out to my ultimate comfort fic bc it makes me very very happy

What makes me sad about them: okay i say this with absolute no hate towards aja bc i absolutely adore her but. the fact that the writers shoved steve into a relationship with her. like it just seemed entirely unnecessary and then half the steli shippers jumped ship to st.aja :( like there is absolutely nothing wrong with that ship i just,, am partial to steli and also i hc both steve and aja as gay so

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: i can't really think of anything?? when i was reading steli fics, there weren't a whole lot out there (and i'm sure there still aren't a ton) so i was just taking what i could get skdhfgdkj

Things I look for in fanfic: once again. when i was actively reading steli fanfics, i couldn't afford to be too picky. mostly i just looked to see if it was finished or not skjdgfd

My wishlist: tbh i haven't watched anything since the first half of 3below s2 so idk,, steve and aja breaking up bc they both realized they're gay (but they're still besties) and then aja helping steve ask eli out

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: eli x krel is kinda cute but also i feel like they wouldn't last

My happily ever after for them: they travel around space together for a while but eventually they settle down and adopt a dog (sorry)

[apricotpicotty]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like mbti.

You: lol

Stranger: What's funny

You: my meaningless life

Stranger: I was going to say you're the worst joke ur parents made

Stranger: Then i remembered jokes have meaning

You: yea it's the same thing

Stranger: What's your type

You: idk u guess

Stranger: Infp

You: no we don't do feelings in this house

Stranger: Intj

Stranger: We do ur mom.

You: omfg yeaaa T.T

You: exactly ;)

Stranger: Omfg sorry for yaaaa

You: wht's ur type?

Stranger: I'm the hot esfp in ur area

You: omg blink?

Stranger: Imagine not being esfp 🤮👎🤢

Stranger: What's your enneagram

You: 3w2

You: wht's urs?

Stranger: 3w4

Stranger: You but unstable

You: yea very

You: mentally ill as well

You: lmao

You: to many issues in this house

Stranger: Yeah I write real bad poetry

Stranger: U're the biggest one <3

You: omg thnxx <333

Stranger: Well I've got an issue

Stranger: Because i missue 😩

You: eww lmaooo

Stranger: Saying ew to people flirting with u, so intj omg

You: i've never dated so don't expect anything from me ssry

Stranger: Lmao it's ok

Stranger: Actually i'm enfp

Stranger: I just would like to be esfp

Stranger: Bsjdhsvxvwv

You: wait is ur mom an esfp?

Stranger: What that's so random haha

You: no i talked to an enfp who's mom was esfp acc to her

You: idk thought it was u

Stranger: Jk that's me lol

You: red girl?

Stranger: And she told me to check the body in the black bag

Stranger: Ye

You: oh god

You: not again

Stranger: I don't remember u

You: good thing u don't

Stranger: Well u're forgettable in the life of a girlboss 💅😩

You: why do u hv to be so cringe ?

Stranger: As a type 3 i ✨ adapt ✨ to the people i talk to

Stranger: No but srsly tell me smth about u

Stranger: Just so I can remember u

Stranger: What did we talk about

You: i can't adopt to the girl who uses kik to flash my dead mom

You: lmao

You: adopt fucking hell adapt*

Stranger: Adopt me

Stranger: Oh wait I think i remember

Stranger: OH YOU

You: no i already hv enough of issues to deal with

Stranger: HIIIII GURLL I MISSED U BESTIE

You: i did not. fr i was vibing with an entp on discord

You: why did i come here again gawd

You: anyways wassup

Stranger: You're the kind of people to roleplay as a fox on discord aren't u ?

Stranger: With neck beard discord mods

You: fox eww cat roleplay is cute

Stranger: U said u were 5w4 tho

Stranger: Excuse. Me.

Stranger: So you roleplay as a fucking pet

You: i took and enneagram test again ma'am

You: i never said i roleplay wtf

Stranger: Honestly it's better to type ursled

Stranger: Urself

You: oh ok aight thnx

Stranger: Especially because enneagram is very specific

Stranger: It's about your core motive

Stranger: Your core fear and desire

Stranger: It's not about how you act but about why you act/think the way u do

You: aight aight, lemme tell u, my frnds forced me into this so idk shit about mbti and enneagram

Stranger: Oh that's

Stranger: Sad

You: it's not. it's hectic when all ur frnds are extrovert feelers

Stranger: Yeah no because that's not how mbti works

Stranger: We're all "feelers" AND "thinkers" haha jdjsjdj that's why it can be confusing for newbies to type themselves

Stranger: Like u have Te (extroverted thinking) AND Fi (introverted feeling)

You: no, it's just hormones

Stranger: They complete each other

Stranger: Uh

You: ...mbti doesnt make sense..

Stranger: Me neither

Stranger: That's why I like it

You: oh god, get urself a life kid

Stranger: I'm literally older than u

You: doesn't matter u act like 14yr old tbh

You: wait how old r u again?

Stranger: Mentally I'm 4 so maybe

Stranger: Bc 19-4=14 so yeah

Stranger: Anyway dw, life gets worst at 19 🤪🤪🤪🤪

You: ahh 19...wht r u studying ?

You: u must be in college no?

Stranger: Ye

Stranger: Law because I'm boring as hell

You: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

You: LAWW

You: AGAHAGGHAGHA

Stranger: I LiKe jUsTiCe

You: YEA YEA SURE

You: I'M NOT LAUGHING AT U

You: DW DW

Stranger: You're laughing with me 🥰

You: ah my life will be worse then urs prolly after getting into a med school

Stranger: But it's ok I can't see the haters through my tears 😎😎

You: thts a lot of optimism

Stranger: Everyone says that the hardest part is to get in haha

You: the struggle is after u get in

You: but yeea before tht is also a struggle

You: idk life's hell now

You: can't wait to die in my sleep

You: this simulation must end soon

Stranger: Simulation is worst was usual this week idk why

You: tht's acc to theoretical physics...

Stranger: Was worst than usual*

Stranger: It's ok

Stranger: Life is beautiful

Stranger: As long as you don't think

You: i literally have te or ti idk tf but our brain does the work

You: u can't help it maam

Stranger: I have fi

Stranger: Aka sadness

Stranger: Weeee

You: T.T

Stranger: Do you want to cry with me?

You: i don't cry in public, so u can join me in my bathroom

Stranger: Oh 😳

You: no don't even think about anyhting

Stranger: It's ok everyone is into me

Stranger: Anyway omg i love to cry in the bathroom with people

Stranger: Like fr

Stranger: It's free therapy

You: now u're staying out i'm locking the bathroom from inside

You: free therapy?? how tf??

Stranger: NO

You: i come out with puffy lips and eyes and red nose

Stranger: Yeah

Stranger: But

You: tht doesn't feel great

You: but ngl post crying sesh glow up is real

Stranger: When you're with a bunch of girls in the bathroom and you're giving advice to each other it's literally free therapy

Stranger: Agreed

You: i've never experienced tht so no comments

Stranger: What doesn't kill you makes you hotter

Stranger: Haha you're the kind of girls that wouldn't join me if i say "i'm going to the bathroom"

You: yea ofc wtf

You: i don't want to see u pee or shit

Stranger: This goes against the girls code :/

You: idk consider me as a man with no dick but vag and boobies but i'm not going to the bathroom with ya

Stranger: BUT WHAT IF I NEED HELP

Stranger: YOU NEVER LET A GIRL GO ALONE TO THE BATHROOM

You: HOW CAN I HELP U PEE?? U DO THT ON UR OWN

Stranger: IDC WHAT IF I NEED SMTH

You: NEED WHAT??

Stranger: DEPENDS

You: PADS? TAMPONS ? TAKE IT BEFORE GOING TO THE BATHROOM

You: I'LL GIVE IT FOR FREE BUT NO NO NO NOT GOING TO THE BATHROOM WITH YA

Stranger: A TAMPON. OR MAKEUP. OR IF I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I WANT TO LEAVE. OR IF I HAVE NOTICED RED FLAGS WITH THE PEOPLE WE'RE WITH. OR IF I GET HARASSED LIKE 40% OF AGGRESSIONS HAPPEN IN PUBLIC BATHROOMS AND AHHHH WHAT IF I NEED TO CRY OR TO TALK YOU JUST CAN'T LET ME GO ALONE

Stranger: YOU NEED TO

Stranger: IT'S NOT A CHOICE

Stranger: EVEN IF U DON'T LIKE THE PERSON

Stranger: U GO WITH HER TO THE BATHROOM

You: oh, this happens in a bathroom ?

You: i just pee and come out lol

You: aight i'll go with ya or my frnds from now

You: lmao

Stranger: What

Stranger: What kind of bathroom do you go to

Stranger: You don't know all the shit that happens??

You: no...it's usually empty when i go

Stranger: Idk Everytime I go a lot of shit happens then we just walk out like 'othing happened

Stranger: Hmm i see

Stranger: Maybe it's because dramatic people attract drama

You: and tht's u

Stranger: Yass

Stranger: You need to be yassificated

You: if u get harassed, do u not harass them back?

Stranger: I just give mean looks

You: tht doesn't do shit

You: u gotta fight back lady wtf

Stranger: Meh

You: duh

Stranger: I don't give importance to that

Stranger: But you're right ig

You: but then u get ur frnd in the bathroom and cry to her?

You: not a great way to cope

Stranger: Nah

Stranger: They don't harass you with you're with a friend

You: oooooo, can't relate, it's mostly empty like i told ya

You: awh shit we ended up talking a lot again

Stranger: Hmm

Stranger: Yeah we're best friends now

You: no. ma'am

Stranger: But we had a bathroom date.

You: i'd help u even if i wasn't ur frnd

You: so don't tht close/

Stranger: Aw yeah same

You: i won't need ur help

Stranger: U'll receive it anyway

Stranger: Bc I'm a girlboss

You: u r one clingy piece of gum

You: aight gtg, i need to take a nap now

Stranger: Good nap

Stranger: Oh listen

Stranger: Wait

You: yo wht?

You: lady's writing an essay?

You: btw btw red and blue can make spiderman

You: idk tht was just a thought

Stranger: There's that app called nap roulette where you just click a button and they set a random alarm for u just to fuck ur sleep schedule and my friend is the developer so yeah I'm doing some pub but yeah SUPPORT HIM

Stranger: Oh wow that means together we're unbeatable

You: aight will check it out

You: yea whtever

Stranger: Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Stranger: You're nice

Stranger: Have a cookie 🍪

You: till the next time we meet bye

You have disconnected.

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Aahhhh just finished chapter 47 of flux and I want to say I FUCKING LOVED IT. first of all Sasha and eomma finally meet???? Hello??? It’s been a hot minute since I told you I wanted them to meet and it finally happened. What I want to focus on here tho is how fucking relatable this chapter is. Since I’m a language student, I want to say thank you because you’re giving me a chance to talk about something I can at least pretend to know😉. This was linguistic insecurity portrayed at its finest! (Mixed with the fact that she was meeting the family which is probably one of the most nerve wrecking moments in a relationship. I didn’t have to meet them and I got second-hand anxiety🥶).

Again, her processing everything that had been said in Korean and not being able to respond is so realistic. I’ve been speaking French for 10 years now but if I have to speak to a French person? I don’t know French, don’t know what a baguette is. Even when I write these things to you I get insecure and my brain creates the dumbest doubts humans are capable of thinking. You should take a look at my Google search bar, it’s usually something like “is the sentence “I like music” grammatically correct?” Or sometimes when I have to speak to NES suddenly my accent gets super fucked up and weird and mechanic over words. I’ve been speaking English for something like 16 years so my scientific conclusion is that it never goes away.🤡

Also, anxiety doesn’t help at all. Every time Sasha did something and then be like “why did I do that? See now they hate you” PLEASE THAT WAS SO TRUE. I could be breathing and out nowhere my brain just goes “damn you look so dumb right now” ugh intrusive thoughts understood their assignment🤪🤪

Well, I’m sensing a little (lot) bit of stress for Sasha in the next few chapters😀 but hopefully it gets better with time and I won’t feel this pressed reading👀👀

PS. I want to hug Appa. Please he’s so kind and funny, I hope him and Sasha will grow fond of each other as time goes on. I’m envisioning this wonderful scene of both Sasha and Appa forming a coalition and teasing jk until he begs them to stop.😫😫😫

PPS. Thank you for posting today, I woke up with chaos aka Jin enlisting and now I’m going to sleep with a nice thought (aka your stories that inevitably distract me from real life issues cause if you can’t solve ‘em you gotta ignore ‘em! Said no one but me)

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Yeah the pILING ON of insecurities here was enough to drown in: language insecurity, cultural isnecurity, attachment insecurity, just on and on.

I'm absolutely the same way on the language stuff, I'm terrified anytime I speak to someone in German or Spanish on here because I doubt even the most BASIC things I know haha. I've been signing a lot more lately too and I'll ace all the tests, and then when I need to actually understand a conversation in real time it's just all gone.

The accent difficulties and Jungkook not hearing it I lifted directly from my own IRL meeting haha. Blending families across cultures can be so fucking hard, and my husband even lived in the US for most of his life so it wasn't even as sharp a culture divide as Sasha and JK!

Glad the update could help distract you a little. Probably that's why I'm writing so hard haha, can't stop to think when I'm busy writing the fantasy world I control instead!

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Hi hi helloo this is me catching up on almost a month of content 🤪🤪

Like Fallen Leaves: honestly I’m in love??? Lowlander JK and Mishka in a domestic scenario are always the best. They are so comforting😭 and funny as hell “let’s knock on the door until he answers” had me rolling on the floor. And him going insane about her cleaning when she shouldn’t LOL. “You never even think about cleaning and you want to do it now?” Is the most relatable thing ever. Go Mishka go✊🏻.

TKAK: THE BUNNYYYY POOR BABY. Not gonna lie, I held onto my tit and hissed in pain when I read how Lettie scratched Nasimiyu’s boobs. OUCH. Dulce being a sweetheart? Okay??? I love that. “Are you this worried about the ones you kill?” I KNOOOW I SHOULD FEEL BAD ABOUT THIS BUT THIS SO BADASS I KIND OF DIG THAT. And Namjoooooon I feel like you write him so differently in every story but there is some underlying traits that are always there (aka the clumsiness, we stan). Oh and, as opposed to TMWC, I can see a clear way of how things could change between Jin and Nasimiyu but she is sooooo focused on her plans, definitely not easily persuaded. By the way, I already know this story will be one of those I’ll have to read again in one go once it’s over, it’s gonna be wiiild.

Flux: I absolutely adore how Sasha was so calm and understanding to jungkook about the drugs and then first line of the next chapter is her freaking the fuck out LOL that is so relatable. Also the Sasha and Michele scene😭😭😭 but something more important: the Namjoon of this universe is really getting on my nerves. I’m sorry I understand his point of view and everything but fuuuuuck I would like to yell at him. Michele is right, he was wrong telling her about the chlamydia, people should stop assuming other people know stuff it only generates drama😫. Maybe it’s silly to say but I feel like Nam and Michele’s relationship is the extension of Jk and Sasha’s. They are indeed the mother and father and of the youngsters lol. And most importantly: the enlistment talk??? My heart skipped a beat when I read that, I was like “oh shit here we go again😫”. I suppose it’s a political topic so I won’t get into it (and I also haven’t done enough research to say something about it anyway lol) but I don’t like to think about it🤪🤪 like all issues in life, let’s make them go away by ignoring them🤪✌🏻

TMWC: OKAY CHAPTER 5 IS THE REASON I’M GOING INSANE. I’m sooooo curious on how this is going to end. Realistically speaking, this kind of situation has a 99.3% chance of ending tragically soooo should I prepare the Kleenex? Is this the part in which I realize I’ve been asking for a tragic ending but you were secretly planning one all along, sitting at your desk saying “oh that would be so sad” while sipping your tea with an evil smirk Cersei Lannister-style? Just so you know I WAS JOKING NO SAD ENDING WE LOVE LOVE AND FLOWERS AND HAPPY STUFF. Basically we are just waiting for her to sloooowly realize she’s in love with him too? Let’s put this boy out of his misery😭 I’m dying at how he’s such a fuckboy, mr. girlfriends-are-not-for-me and then proceeds to think the most romantic scenarios and gestures (my friends would say that this is exactly me, and I will forcefully deny it until the very end).

Sorry for the long ass ask, you got rid of me for a bit of time so it’s time to come back and annoy you some more😖

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OMG a novel. This is basically longer than Les Mis 😂 😂 

TKAK is going to keep getting wilder and wilder. I'm really hoping there will come a point where people have enough pieces to start making predictions for how it' sgoing to go because that's always so fun, but we'll see, it's also hard to pull that off haha. But I'm going to try! I'm really having fun wiht it, I think there's going to be some enjoyable stuff in the next few chapters. The story is going to be such an interesting blend of hard and soft, like Meadow was.

For Flux, Maxi basically says this too, but the drug confession was in the perfect space for Sasha to handle it externally so well but inwardly be freaking the fuck out about what it could mean because she knows so much. BUT at least it's totally outside of the space of jealousy! I don't think you're alone in feeling that way about Michele and Namjoon; Sasha even kind of asked that lol.

TMWC: I mean there's only one way for this story to end happily for every single character lol but the requests for that storyline I think for THIS story would only ever amount to a non-canon oneshot 😉

It's good to hear from you again! I know I"m not the only one who has missed having you around 🥰 🥰