#joon core

[oungkive]

🪧 i got something to confess, i keep you in my pocket to use

[edoardoaghost]

MEMORIES OF MURDER - BONG JOON-HO / 2003

[vampyr-kpopper]

MBLAQ - Lee Joon, he looked so fine that day

[yourthirdparent]

he used to be huge if he is lean now bc ?? he is so muscular in these pics u posted

from late 2023:

yeah you could say he was pretty big

[ropeitmp3]

i love him he’s finally outta there 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

[7ndipity]

Their Love Languages

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What the members main love languages are(both giving and receiving)

Warning: none, I think

A/N: First off, I'm so sorry for not posting much the past few weeks, I'm really hoping to get back to posting regularly again, but thank you all for your patience and understanding. A big thanks to @universal-travel-er for requesting this, I hope you like it!

Masterlist

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Jin: Giving: I think it’s a mix of Gifts and Quality Time. He seems to take a lot of delight in giving the members gifts, however odd some of them might seem(gold toilet brush lol). He also understands the importance of being with the people that matter most, so he definitely makes spending time together top priority(He literally planned a entire event at Lotte world so he could hang out with Army for the day)

Receiving: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. He’s an introvert at his core, but spending time with the select people that he feels most comfortable with means the world to him. Even if you’re doing separate things, just being able to spend time existing in each other's proximity makes him happy. Also, I just feel like his constant plays for complements(I look handsome, right?” “Whaa! Have you ever seen someone play this well?!”) aren’t entirely for the joke. He really does crave them, they give him an instant boost of confidence like nothing else

Yoongi: Giving, there’s no question that his main love language is Acts of Service, we’ve seen it from him making food/snacks for his members, checking in on trainees, even just playing along with little requests from fans during livestreams. It warms his heart like nothing else to be of service to those around him. I also think he’s really big on words of affirmation. He’s always praising others in his soft, gentle way.

Receiving: I think it’s the same two, plus Quality Time. He appreciates acknowledgement of his efforts and someone who’ll look out for him as much as he does for them. He also values his free time greatly, and so someone making a conscious effort to dedicate time for him means a lot to him. Similar to Jin, you don’t even have to necessarily be doing the same thing, so long as you’re together(all those fics about hanging in his studio are onto something, tho I think he avoids working when he’s with his S/o)

Hobi: Giving: Gifts! He loves treating his members and loved ones to little surprises, whether that's with a simple coffee/dinner or some super elaborate gift(like when he made Jimin a physical copy of his song ‘Promise’ with a proper album booklet and everything). It makes him so happy to be able to provide for his loved one in some way, and he really loves finding special, unique things to show that he cares.

Receiving: He seems to really glow from Words of Affirmation, he loves having his efforts acknowledged and receiving praise. Acts of Service also seems to be a big one for him, The way he gets soo excited whenever one of the members comes by during a mv shoot or helps him with something(Jimin killing the bug for him during In The Soop lol), it makes him so happy to know that people actually want to help him too, not just the other way around.

Joon: He’s mentioned before that one of his love languages is Words of affirmation, both giving and receiving. He really values verbal expressions of affection and encouragement, and so he tries to give that back to those around him. Another big one for him as well is Quality Time. He’s very much an extrovert and knows the importance of spending time around those that you love, so he definitely makes an effort to be there for them as much as possible.

Receiving: Same as above. Having someone to just sit and talk with him about whatever soothes his heart like nothing else. It doesn’t matter if it’s a super deep topic or not(though knowing him, it’ll inevitably turn philosophical lol), just having someone spend time with him means the world to him. And that goes hand in hand with Words of Affirmation. As I said before, he really values verbal connection and encouragement, so genuine compliments or words of positivity makes his heart so happy

Jimin: For Giving, it’s definitely Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation. He’s very much a care-er, everyone who spends more than two minutes with him talks about how helpful and generous he is. He’s always making sure those around him are taken care of and encouraged in whatever it is they’re doing, or giving comfort if he sees someone struggling. Even in the military, other soldiers have shared how he treats them to food or gives up his phone time for them. He just wants to make sure everyone’s looked after and taken care of.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. We’ve all seen how physically affectionate he is with the members and his friends, he takes an immense amount of joy and comfort in physical contact, even if it's just a simple touch on his hand or shoulder. He also absolutely lights up whenever he receives praise, and really cherishes every piece of encouragement that he receives.

Taehyung: Giving: Words of Affirmation, He thrives on praise, and he also gives the same out to those around him happily. He’s always giving words of encouragement to the people around him. I’m reminded of him cheering on the crew in the middle of a sandstorm during the Yet To Come video shoot, and when a fan mentioned how she was joining the military because she wanted to help her family, and he told her that she was already helpful and valuable just by existing. He loves to lift up and encourage those around him through his words

Receiving: It should come as a shock to no one that his main languages are Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. Look at the way that boy’s face lights up when someone compliments and try to argue with me. He absolutely thrives on praise. He’s talked about how he would work extra hard on choreo because he wanted praise from Hobi. He is also one of the biggest cuddle bugs I’ve ever seen, he’s always seeking out hugs and physical contact from the members or his friends, and this would only become more intense with his S/o.

Jungkook: Giving: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. He seems to really put high priority on spending time with his loved ones as a way of making them feel seen and appreciated(yes, I’m still crying over his surprise weverse live, don’t touch me😭). He’s also always more than ready to give out compliments and words of encouragement to anyone around him, especially if he notices someone having a tough time.

Receiving: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, and Physical Touch. Tbh I could’ve put all five languages for Kookie, he thrives on all forms of love and affection. The members have mentioned how easily sad he gets if he’s not included in things, he’s at his happiest when he’s with his people. He tends to be rather hard on himself, so he really relies on and takes a lot of comfort from praise and words of encouragement. He’s also mentioned how he really craves Physical Touch as a way to feel connected to his loved ones.

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[c0llisiion]

DAY 1 — NAMJOON

★ npr, f!reader, titfucking, begging, slight switch namjoon at the end— lmk if i missed any!! <3 ; W/C: 720

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day1 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Namjoon was obsessed with your tits fs. He loves how full they are, how soft and round they are, how they fit in his palms, the warmth, and the way it looks in your tight white tank top that shows off your cleavage so well. He was obsessed. His face would be in between your tits at every chance. He would even ask you to not wear a bra for “easy access to the goodies." Surprisingly, you never had his cock in between your tits, like ever. Mostly because you felt embarrassed even though Namjoon begs you every day and tries convincing you it's hot.

“Baby pleaseeee, pleaseeee just this once! Come on babyyyyy! It will feel good, I promise!!” He was practically on his knees as he begged you to let him fuck your tits. You sat at the foot of your bed right after a quick swim in your private pool as you stared down at his pleading form with uncertainty. It was honestly adorable to see how desperate he was, but you were kind of iffy on the idea. “Joon, yk how I feel about that…” you sighed. "Baby, i know, but please! Just once! If it doesn’t feel good, then we can stop immediately dw! I promise!” You thought about it for some time, almost zoning out before reluctantly nodding.

You see in realtime Namjoon's face light up. It went from a sad frown to a bright smile, his dimples showing up. He immediately pulled you down and sat where you were sitting, making sure to position you in between his legs. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness before reaching behind your white bikini top. “Dont. Keep em on for me doll” he winked at you. You look at him confused. “Trust me baby~” he said as he kissed your forehead. His hands quickly pulled out his hardening cock. “Come closer for me..” you got closer, his cock rested on the deep cleavage of your tits. He slowly started rutting his cock against the valley, getting his dick to full potential.

You gulped and watched as he threw his head back and breathed heavily, the sensation of his cock against your tits sending small jolts of pleasure to your core. You gently take his dick in your palms and guide it in between your tits. Namjoon hissed at the warmth; he looked down at you and smirked. “I love how you’re a quick learner…” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment before gently pressing your breasts together against his cock. Your eyes analyzed his every reaction. From the way his eyes squeezed shut to his parted lips that let out soft, breathy moans. “Just like that baby… you can start moving…” With that, you moved your boobs up and down his length, making sure they hugged his cock perfectly and tightly. You could see the way Namjoon's chest heaved and the way his stomach caved in at each stroke.

He was trembling. Beads of sweat ran down his neck; the situation and sensation were too hot for him to handle. A breathy “faster” escaped his sultry lips, and you did as said. You moved your tits faster on his cock, the tip already leaking cum. “Fuck baby… you’re so hot.. your tits… fuckkkkkk…” he blabbered out. You went faster and pressed harder as you watched his reactions. “You like that dont you joonie?” You said with a dark smirk. He nodded and looked down at you. His eyes were hazy and half-lidded. “Words baby…” you say with authority. “Yes… fuck yes i love it sm…” you chuckled before leaning down and sucking on his red tip as you continued fucking him with your tits. Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a pornographic moan. His thighs trembling as the feeling of your mouth and tits all together was bringing him to climax. “Baby… baby… baby im so close… keep going mmf-“ you swirled your tongue on his tip and looked up at him before ropes of white cum sprayed out of his cock. The sticky substance coated your tits and your face. He took heavy breaths as he came down from his high. He looked down at you and smiled at your form. 

His new favourite thing is your tits covered in his cum. 

A/N: HIIII! MY FIRST KINKTOBER FIC IS OUTTT! hope yall enjoyed it and thank yew for readinggggg <333 kinktober masterlist will be posted after day25! Ty!!

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[valtsv]

thoughts on mickey 17, if you’re willing to share them? i thought it would be a really really cool movie from the trailer but now that it’s out i’m seeing a lot of mixed reviews, trying to decide if it’s worth watching.

i think it's a decent movie! neither one of bong joon-ho's best works, nor his rock bottom worst, and i wonder if being based on an existing novel might have affected how it turned out, but i'd say as long as you don't go in expecting something that takes itself too seriously, you'll have a good time. i have a bad habit myself of walking into black comedy films expecting a greater focus on their bleakness and forgetting that the comedic elements are going to be fundamentally ridiculous, and i should let myself enjoy that absurdity and focus on how it enhances or detracts from the core themes without being so concerned about things like realism, or whether the concept itself is particularly inspired, as opposed to how well it's executed. i do think that it feels a little unsatisfying in terms of character development and how rapidly it reaches its resolution (even allowing for comic absurdity, it feels a bit rushed), but it does also provide a really compelling insight into what defines personhood and humanity, and has some surprisingly mature and moving explorations of the impacts of trauma in contrast to its goofier elements. robert pattinson and naomi ackie are also very good in the lead and supporting roles; their performances felt very authentic, which can be hard to pull off in satirical works - balancing stupidity and sincerity effectively can be a really fine line, but they walk it well!

[mrsvante]

The Long Game X

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: sugar daddy au, yandere, established relationship

summary: he’s ruthless in boardrooms, possessive in bed, and warmest where it matters most, home. you meet his parents, his sister, and the boy he used to be. you shop, you laugh, you fall in deeper. and later, when the quiet settles and your silk robe slips, he shows you exactly what devotion looks like when it can’t be restrained. just make sure to stretch before visiting the gym 😏

warnings: family fluff with one very sweet eomma 👩🏻✨ who adopts you instantly, high levels of kim sibling charm, excessive mention of dimples (sue me!), housewife core ‘shopping with your in-laws’ vibes, smut, sweaty namjoon, mirror foreplay, sex in the gym, face riding/gym bench oral!f receiving that could induce religious awakenings 😜

word count: 5,465

a word from our sponsors 💁🏽‍♀️: so i was gonna post this last night along with part 9, but then i realized it had no smut & was just too short. so when i woke up this morning the first thing i did was get started on adding some smut. but of course, i got carried away (it’s a namjoon story, hello!) and it just basically became a whole other chapter in a chapter. hence why this chapter is now so long. but i don’t think y’all will mind 😉

You’re nervous.

Not in the ‘is my hair okay, do I look presentable’ kind of way. You know you look beautiful. Namjoon made sure of that, stepping in where your nerves held you hostage. He handpicked your dress, laid out your accessories, and kissed every last trace of doubt from your lips before you left the penthouse.

But still.

There’s a different kind of flutter in your chest as you stand in front of the modest home tucked in one of Seoul’s quieter neighborhoods. The home where Namjoon grew up.

You’ve seen him poised in boardrooms, ruthless in meetings, blood warm and possessive in bed. You’ve seen him laugh. You’ve seen him kill with a whisper. You’ve even seen him sloppy drunk.

But this is different.

This is family.

And before you can knock, the door swings open and every expectation you had flies out the window.

“Oh my goodness,” a woman breathes, eyes wide, hands flying to her chest. “You’re even more beautiful than the pictures he sent.”

She says it like it’s an objective fact. Like the sun is warm or the sky is blue.

You barely have time to smile before she pulls you into her arms. Soft and sturdy, warm like the smell of vanilla and fresh linens.

“You must be freezing,” she clucks. “Come inside, sweetheart. I’m Joonie’s mother. But you can call me Eomma.”

You’re ushered into a hallway lined with photographs. Baby pictures of Namjoon with his chubby cheeks and crooked teeth, middle school awards, family vacations frozen in time.

It’s so normal.

“I told you she’d fall for you in five seconds,” Namjoon murmurs in your ear, his hand warm on your lower back.

“She hugged Eomma back without flinching,” a new voice announces. “That’s enough for me.”

You turn and blink at the girl bounding into the hallway. Lithe, bright eyed, her hair bouncing as she moves. She looks like a younger, more mischievous version of Namjoon. Same dimpled grin and sparkle behind her eyes.

“I’m Yuna. Namjoon’s favorite sister.”

“His only sister,” Namjoon calls dryly from the foyer.

“Still counts.”

She beams at you, grabbing your hands before you can so much as offer them. “Hi. You’re gorgeous. I’m calling you Unnie, hope that’s alright.”

You laugh, dazed by the whirlwind but already smitten.

“Hello, Yuna. It’s nice to meet you”

She hugs you, tightly. Like you’ve always been here.

“Ah, the queen herself!” a voice calls from deeper in the house. “You brought her! Joon, you didn’t lie for once!”

A man appears from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He’s older but still fit, his glasses slipping down his nose and his smile nearly identical to Namjoon’s.

“I’m the source of the dimples,” he says proudly. “But you can call me Appa.”

Namjoon groans softly behind you. “Appa, please.”

“Don’t mind him. He’s still mad I beat him at Go last holiday.”

“You cheated,” Namjoon mutters.

The rest of the afternoon unfolds like something out of a memory you didn’t realize you were missing.

Their home is cozy and full of laughter, smells, sunlight, and stories. The dining room table is already set when you walk in, and you feel the emotion swell in your throat at the sheer effort they’ve made.

Plates of crispy jeon, steaming bowls of rice, bubbling kimchi jjigae, banchan in delicate ceramic dishes.

Namjoon pulls your chair out, sits beside you, and doesn’t let you go for the rest of the meal. His arm stays slung around the back of your chair. His thigh touches yours. His fingers trace slow, idle circles against your spine whenever you lean in to talk.

It should be distracting. But instead, it anchors you.

“You should’ve seen him when he was fifteen,” Eomma says, her eyes fond. “Wrote love poems on the back of his pre calc homework and hid them under his mattress. I used to sneak in and read them when I missed him during the day.”

Namjoon drops his face into his hand. “Eomma…”

“I still have them,” she adds with a wink.

Yuna lets out a cackle. “Burn them.”

“No way,” Appa says. “I’m gonna get them framed.��

Namjoon groans and leans into you, his face buried in your shoulder. You stroke his hair gently and feel him smile against your skin.

Yuna doesn’t stop talking the entire meal, asking you everything from your favorite drama to what Namjoon is like at home.

You hesitate.

Namjoon lifts a brow.

You grin. “He’s… sweet.”

“That’s it?” Yuna asks, scandalized. “Come on, give me something.”

“Okay,” you laugh. “He gets grumpy when I steal the covers. He eats cereal at midnight, and he talks to the plants.”

“I knew it,” Eomma says.

After brunch, Appa offers you a second serving of pancakes. “These are my specialty” he beams, and Eomma immediately begins making plans for a holiday shopping trip with you and Yuna.

“Oh, we always go too late in the season,” she says. “Lines are terrible. This year, we’ll go early. Just us girls. You’ll come, right?”

“I—” You blink. “I’d love to.”

Yuna squeals and immediately starts rattling off boutique names, while Namjoon simply leans back in his chair, smiling faintly.

He’s quiet for the first time in hours. But you feel his gaze, steady and full of something deeper than devotion.

Pride.

Maybe peace.

It’s the look of a man who finally has everything he ever wanted in one room.

And when you glance back at him, your hand still laced with his, you realize something. No matter how sharp Namjoon gets in business, how dark his moods or how obsessive his love, this is the part of him that matters most.

The boy who was raised by warmth.

The brother who listens.

The son who never forgot how to say I love you out loud.

And the man who looks at you like you’re a gift he doesn’t remember earning, but swears he’ll never let go of.

You don’t need to hear him say it, you already know.

—

You didn’t expect to enjoy yourself this much.

Namjoon’s mother, with her soft voice and disarming warmth, had quickly drawn you in the moment your heels touched the glossy marble of the department store’s grand foyer.

Yuna, all bright energy and flitting curiosity, hooked her arm through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’re even pretty while just shopping, Unnie,” she whispered with a grin, beaming up at you like she’d won some long lost contest. “Joon’s so annoying when he talks about you, you know. Like, I almost blocked him the other day.”

You laughed, and it only grew more uncontrollable throughout the day—between trying on coats, comparing lip shades, and watching the two women bicker over which candles to get for Namjoon’s father.

You never noticed the security tailing you.

They were expertly disguised as casual shoppers. One pretending to be a tourist fumbling with a shopping bag, another seated near the café pretending to scroll on her phone.

They kept a healthy distance, snapping discreet pictures and sending updates directly to Namjoon every thirty minutes. The final photo showed you smiling down at a silk scarf as his sister adjusted it around your neck.

But Namjoon didn’t need the pictures. He sent his own text instead.

Joonie❣️ [3:47 pm] How’s shopping, baby?

Joonie❣️ [3:48 pm] You look beautiful today. Even if I had to let you leave me for it.

You smiled at your phone like a fool and quickly typed back.

[3:50 pm] Also, your mom is trying to buy me another scarf. Stop her. She already bought me three.

His response came fast.

Joonie❣️ [3:51 pm] You’re spoiled now. Deal with it.

The day wound down as the sun began to set, painting the Seoul skyline a deep lavender. You were in the car park beneath the plaza, your bags were being neatly stacked in the trunk by the driver when Namjoon stepped out of the sleek black SUV he’d been waiting in.

He greeted his mother first, bowing respectfully before drawing her into his embrace. “Hello, my Joon. We had such a lovely day.” She smiled.

Yuna ran into his arms immediately after, squealing when he lifted her slightly off the ground. “Oppa, you still owe me lunch,” she reminded him.

Then his eyes landed on you, and he moved like gravity itself had shifted toward you.

“You get everything you wanted?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers grazing the curve of your hip as he opened the door for you.

“Your mom picked out half of it,” you teased, sliding into the seat as he helped you in. “Your sister insisted on the rest.”

“I’ll allow it,” he said smoothly, climbing in beside you. “You look happy.”

“I am.”

The car started moving, the city slipping past in golden blurs and soft hums, and Namjoon leaned into you like he couldn’t help himself. His face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the traces of your perfume and the warmth of your skin.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. “Even though it’s only been a few hours.”

You snorted softly. “You’re so clingy.”

“Only with you,” he said without shame. “You liked it this morning when I was clingy.”

His hand found yours under the shopping bag you were clutching, his thumb tracing idle circles across your knuckles.

“You know,” you said after a while, voice soft and thoughtful, “your mom brought up our parents meeting soon. She said she wants to have everyone over for dinner.”

Namjoon smiled against your neck. “So schedule it.”

Your fingers tightened gently around his. “I want it to go well.”

“It will,” he murmured. “You’re part of the family now. My family.”

You didn’t reply right away, but your heart ached a little in the best way.

Because no matter how powerful, wealthy, or terrifying Namjoon might be to the rest of the world, with you, he was just a man who wanted to keep you close.

And as he pressed another kiss to your neck and murmured something about how you smelled like jasmine and citrus and how unfair that was when he couldn’t take your dress off right now, you felt it in your bones.

You belonged to him. But more than that…he belonged to you.

—

The closet still smelled faintly of him.

Sandalwood and spice clung to the air as you tucked your new purchases onto custom built shelves, rearranging the space he’d remodeled just for you. Your closet was a soft reflection of everything you’d grown into over the past year.

There was order and elegance to every polished drawer, from the velvet lined jewelry trays to the recessed lights glowing like amber honey across your handbag display.

You smiled softly, hiding a few wrapped boxes in the furthest back corner, away from the sharp eyes of a man who paid attention to everything.

Namjoon didn’t know it yet, but Christmas was going to spoil him.

After one last glance around, you slipped into the en suite, letting the sound of the shower hush your thoughts. The water steamed hot over your shoulders, relaxing the muscles from a long day of walking, shopping, and gushing with Joon’s mother about how proud she was of him, of Yuna, and surprisingly, you.

You pulled on a soft house dress and matching robe when you stepped out. Silky, pale blue, and just sheer enough to feel pretty without trying.

The penthouse was quiet.

Until the faint thump of bass and rhythmic grunts pulled you toward the private gym.

You padded barefoot down the hall, towel dried hair curling around your shoulders. Namjoon hadn’t noticed you yet. He was mid set and shirtless, sweat glistening on every line of muscle as he powered through reps, veins raised along his forearms and biceps. His brows furrowed in focus, the edge of his jaw flexing every time he exhaled.

Your breath hitched.

There was something feral about watching him like this. Unaware. In control. Your eyes tracked the slow ripple of his abs, the way his glutes tensed as he moved, the lines of strain and strength that you’d felt before but never seen like this.

You stepped into the gym.

Settling casually onto a leg press machine, pretending not to notice the way his eyes flicked up at you in the mirror—then again, slower this time, hungry.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, pausing mid rep, his breath heavy but teasing. “You hiding from me?”

You shrugged innocently. “Just wanted to put my stuff away.”

Namjoon smirked, watching you stretch back on the machine with all the false modesty of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. The curve of your robe slipped off one shoulder. Your legs spread slightly as you shifted, knees parting just enough for him to see the slope of your thigh through the opening of your dress.

His dumbbell clinked to the floor.

You bit back a smile. “I’ve been thinking about what we’ll do when our families meet. You think my dad’s gonna grill you again?”

“I hope he does,” Namjoon murmured, already walking over, dragging a towel across his chest. “Gives me an excuse to tell him exactly how I plan to take care of his daughter. Every single day. For the rest of her life.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as he closed in, crowding you into the machine, arms on either side of your seat. His sweaty skin radiated heat, but you didn’t pull away.

“You’re all sweaty.” You pouted.

“I know.” His mouth found your neck. “But the cleanest part of me is my mouth. Wanna ride my face?”

You let out a breathless laugh, half shocked, half turned on. “Namjoon—”

He pulled you up with ease, guiding you to a padded weight bench like it was all part of some already planned choreography. His large palm was firm against your back, his breath hot against your cheek.

“Let me show you how much I missed you today,” he murmured, the words rumbling low in his throat.

Your robe slipped from your shoulders with a whisper, pooling at your feet. His fingers deftly undo the straps at your shoulders, the slide of them slow, like he wanted you to remember how it felt to be undressed by him.

The dress fell in a puddle around your ankles.

“Turn around for me, princess,” he said softly, and you did, breath catching when his body pressed flush against your back. He was still slick with sweat from his workout, the heat of him nearly scalding as he crowded into you. His broad chest against your spine.

His hands rose to cup your breasts, palms molding to their weight, thumbs circling and pinching your nipples until they peaked and tightened under his touch.

He mouthed your shoulder, teeth dragging just enough to make you gasp.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he rasped, rolling his hips against your ass, his cock already thick and heavy between you. “Look at you. Look at us.”

Your gaze flicked to the mirror mounted across from the bench. What you saw made your knees nearly give out. Namjoon’s tall, sculpted body pressed flush to yours, hands devouring you like he couldn’t get enough, his eyes burning into yours through the glass.

Raw want. Devotion edged with hunger.

“Mrs. Kim,” he said, his voice molten silk, raspy in a way that made you ache. One hand slid down your stomach, slow and possessive, like he was claiming every inch. “It sounds right, doesn’t it? You’d look so perfect with my last name.”

His fingers slid lower, parting your glistening folds with practiced ease, circling your clit in tight, teasing circles. Your breath caught in your throat, hips canting back into him, but he only groaned. His lips grazing the curve of your jaw as he worked your pussy open.

“Joon…” you whispered, voice shaking.

“Gonna knock you up,” he murmured against your ear, breathless like the fantasy had been living in him far longer than you realized. “One day soon, not yet. Right now I wanna make you fall apart again and again. Wanna hear those sweet little sounds you only make for me.”

You bit your lip, trying not to cry out, but his fingers curled just right and your resolve shattered with a breathy moan.

He chuckled darkly, hips grinding against you in slow, restrained thrusts like he couldn’t keep still, like just being close to you wasn’t enough.

His palm pressed to your belly.

“You’ll look even better when you’re full. Swollen. Round with my babies.”

Your moan was helpless, shaky, and it only seemed to fuel him.

“How many should we have, hmm?” he breathed, voice dripping with desire. His fingers fucked deeper into you, a slow, rhythmic stretch that left you panting. “Three? Four? One for every bedroom in that big house I’m gonna buy you. Just outside the city. Enough land so no one can hear you scream my name.”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a gasp as his thumb rubbed your clit just right. Your legs trembled.

He kissed the side of your neck, his voice thick and low.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface. In every room. Gonna eat your pussy on our balcony. Fuck your mouth when you get up for a midnight snack.”

“Joon,” you whimpered, body slick and pulsing with need. “Need you… please.”

He didn’t make you beg again.

Namjoon laid back on the bench, muscles flexing as he spread his thick thighs, sweat still gleaming along the cut of his abs. He looked up at you like a man dying of thirst who’d just found water.

“Come here,” he said simply, his voice wrecked.

You climbed up, straddling his face, your thighs bracketing his head as your hands found purchase on his muscular thighs. The moment you settled, his hands gripped your hips and pulled you down like he’d been starving.

He didn’t tease.

His mouth latched onto your cunt with brutal, unrelenting hunger. Tongue gliding through your folds, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard until your entire body jolted.

“Oh fuck, Joon,” You cried out, your hips jerking instinctively, but his grip only tightened. He groaned into you, the vibration sending a ripple through your pussy as he licked into you like a man possessed.

Your first orgasm came fast, unraveling you with a suddenness that left you breathless. The second built slower, hotter, your body grinding down against his mouth without your permission, driven by some primal instinct to be filled, to be claimed.

Your vision blurred.

Your fingers gripped his thighs like a lifeline as you cried out again, louder this time. Namjoon moaned beneath you like it was his own release, tongue pressing deeper, sloppier, until you were twitching and shaking from the aftershocks.

When he finally let up, your whole body was flushed and boneless, your thighs trembling around his head.

He slid you down to straddle his waist as he sat up slowly, his lips and chin glistening, and pressed soft kisses to your breasts, the warmth of them grounding.

“Tastes better than any fucking protein shake,” he groaned, his voice husky with satisfaction as he trailed up to your lips, letting you taste yourself.

You let out a breathless laugh, too dazed to do anything but melt into him.

You hardly had time to catch your breath before Namjoon’s hands were sliding up your body again, palms hot and steady as they roamed your hips, your waist, your flushed ribs. His lips red and swollen, his gaze dark with need.

“Come here,” he murmured again, but this time, he didn’t lie back.

This time, he stood and pulled you with him, guiding you across the gym floor with that quiet command that always made your stomach flip.

The mirror gleamed in front of you, fogging a little with the heat of your skin as he pressed you to it. Your hands braced against the cool glass, body still trembling, your reflection showing you your tousled hair, mouth parted, your thighs sticky and shaking.

He stood behind you, overwhelming and solid. One hand came to your hip, the other wrapping around your throat just enough to make you feel how small you were in comparison to him.

“Look at yourself, baby,” Namjoon murmured, brushing your ear as he bent to kiss your shoulder. “Look how fucking pretty you are when you’ve been ruined by me.”

He was towering behind you, his body heat sinking into your spine, his cock heavy and flushed against the curve of your ass. Your skin was dewy with sweat, breasts still rising and falling from the aftershocks.

You looked debauched.

Owned.

And his.

Namjoon hummed behind you, watching your eyes flicker in the mirror. He let his cock slide between your thighs, the thick head dragging against you.

“So wet still,” he murmured, guiding himself with one hand. “You need me this badly, baby?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice nearly caught in your throat.

The head of his cock nudged your entrance. He paused there, teasing, circling your clit slowly with the tip, making you rock on your toes. Then, with one deep thrust, he sank into you. Every thick inch stretching you open until you choked on a gasp.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Look at that. Look how perfectly you take me, pretty girl.”

You stared at the mirror, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you, the way your body welcomed him like it had been made for this.

He didn’t move for a second, just held you there, impaled, throbbing. Then he slid out almost to the tip and thrust back in with force, his grip on your hips tightening.

Your ass bounced with every cant of his hips, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the gym walls. You couldn’t look away. Couldn’t close your eyes. Not when Namjoon was watching too, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on your reflection.

“You see that?” he growled, fucking into you harder. “See how this pretty little cunt swallows me? Fuck—look at the way your ass bounces. You were made for this, Mrs. Kim.”

You tried to keep quiet, biting your lip, but he caught you again. One hand sliding up to your mouth, his fingers pressing gently between your lips.

“Don’t hide those sounds from me,” he panted. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how much you love getting ruined.”

And you did.

Whimpers turned to moans. Moans turned to gasps. You cried out as he fucked you harder, deeper, his rhythm brutal and perfect, his eyes never leaving the mirror.

He was obsessed, entranced by every part of you.

The way your tits jiggled with every thrust. The way your mouth went slack. The way you arched and sobbed when he bottomed out.

“You feel that?” he groaned, leaning in close, fucking you right through another trembling orgasm. “Feel how deep I am? Gonna put a baby right there one day. Gonna fuck you in front of this mirror while you’re round and heavy and leaking for me.”

You came again with a broken cry, body collapsing forward slightly, your palms sliding against the glass as your legs gave out.

But Namjoon caught you, and held you steady.

“Not done yet,” he growled, voice thick with lust and command. His hand slid to your hip again as he pushed deeper still, the curve of his cock hitting places that made your vision blur. “You don’t get to stop until I’m done watching you fall apart.”

And then he fucked you harder.

His thrusts turned punishing, a slow grind at the base of each stroke that made your breath stutter and your knees threaten to give again. His fingers dug into your skin, keeping you anchored against the mirror as your bodies moved in rhythm.

Your reflection was everything to him—proof of his power, his love, his claim. And you let him have it. Every filthy moan. Every bounce. Every drop of devotion, dripping down your thighs.

Without slowing, Namjoon slid one hand down and cupped your pussy, right where your bodies were joined. His palm pressed firm against your slick folds, fingers spreading slightly to feel the way you swallowed him.

“Shit,” he groaned, voice shaking. “You feel that, baby?”

You whimpered, overwhelmed, trembling against the mirror.

“This is where I live now,” he whispered, thumb brushing just above where your clit throbbed. “Right here. Fucking you so deep I can feel myself through your skin.”

And you could feel it too. His cock driving up into you, his palm grinding down in tandem, the weight of his hand pressing into the place where you were split open and full.

It was overwhelming, pleasure and pressure and possessive worship rolled into one.

He moaned when you clenched around him, fingers curling slightly against your swollen center. “So fucking good like this. So full. You’re dripping for me, baby. Gonna make a mess down your legs and I’ll still fuck you through it.”

You sobbed his name, mind blank with pleasure. And still, Namjoon watched. Eyes fixed on your reflection. The way your mouth fell open. The glaze in your eyes. The helpless shake in your thighs.

“I want you to remember this,” he growled against your neck, still cupping you like he could brand your body from the outside in. “Every time you walk past a mirror. Every time you feel sore. I want you to remember exactly who did this to you.”

And then he pulled you back onto him again. One hand around your throat, the other still cradling your pussy, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his high.

You could feel the change in him. The way his rhythm faltered, his breath hitched, the way his hips began to stutter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, princess,” he rasped, almost delirious. “Gonna fuck it so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow. You want that, baby? Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” you cried, your own climax already building again. “Yes Joon, please—”

That did it.

With a low, broken moan, Namjoon came—deep, hard, grinding into you with every last drop, his hand still pressed between your thighs like he needed to feel it happen. And even then, even as he trembled behind you, he didn’t pull out. Just rocked into you slower now, like he couldn’t stand to be apart.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his hand finally sliding from your cunt to cup your belly.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”

And in the mirror, in the heat glossed blur of your reflection, you couldn’t look away.

You were his.

Your body was trembling when he finally stilled, your legs unsteady, your hands sliding uselessly down the mirror as you sagged against the glass. Namjoon stayed pressed to your back, chest heaving, the sharp rise and fall of his breath brushing over your damp skin like a second pulse. You both were soaked—sweat, slick, his cum still hot inside you.

You were still trying to take a full breath when you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“Up,” he murmured, and without waiting, lifted you into his arms.

You let out a soft, dazed laugh, hands looping around his neck as your head dropped to his shoulder. “I can walk, you know.”

“You say that,” he laughed, “but your knees were shaking so bad I thought you might fold like a lawn chair.”

You bit back a smile. “Whose fault is that?”

Namjoon grinned, the sharp edges of lust beginning to fade into something softer, something sweet. “Mine,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “All mine.”

He carried you down the hall, the heat of his body still radiating into yours. When he reached the bathroom, he nudged the door open with his foot and kicked the light on, casting everything in a soft golden glow. The steam began to rise the moment he turned the shower on, and he adjusted the temperature with the ease of someone who knew exactly how you liked it.

Hot, not scalding, gentle as it poured down.

He stepped into the stall with you cradled in his arms. The water hit both of you at once, washing over sticky skin and flushed limbs. You moaned as the warmth sank into your muscles.

“You’re such a mess,” he whispered, setting you down slowly, making sure your feet were stable on the tile before letting go. His eyes drifted down your body with the same awe he always wore afterward—like you were something rare.

A miracle, maybe.

“You’re worse,” you countered, blinking up at him as the water soaked his hair, flattening it against his forehead and shoulders. “Sweaty and filthy. Covered in me.”

He smirked. “You say that like it’s not my favorite way to be.”

You rolled your eyes, and he caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up as he leaned down to kiss you.

This one was different.

Not rough. Not desperate.

Just quiet. Lingering. Sweet.

He pulled back, brushing your soaked hair from your cheeks. “Let me take care of you.”

And he did.

With slow hands, he lathered soap between his palms and began washing you inch by inch. Not rushed. Not clinical. Like you were fragile. Like you were precious. He massaged the tension from your shoulders, washed your thighs with extra care, and took his time with your belly.

His large palm smoothing gentle circles there, as if he were still dreaming of the future he wanted with you.

When he rinsed you clean, he turned you into his chest and held you there beneath the spray, arms wrapping tight around your back. His chin rested on the top of your head. Neither of you spoke.

There was no need.

The only sounds were the water and the steady thud of his heart against your ear.

Minutes passed. Maybe more. You lost track of time in the softness of it all. Your breath syncing with his, your fingertips drawing lazy shapes on his ribs while his hands stroked your spine.

And when the water finally turned lukewarm, he shut it off with one hand, never letting go of you with the other.

Namjoon reached for a towel, wrapping it around you like a cocoon, and pressed one last kiss to your damp forehead.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded. “More than okay.”

He smiled, soft and boyish.

He carried you into the bedroom, your body tucked close like he couldn’t bear to set you down for even a moment.

He laid you gently on the bed, stepping away to grab one of his shirts from the closet and slip into some sweats, carefully slipping it over your head when he returned.

Namjoon settled behind you, pulling you gently into his lap, your back to his chest as you nestled between his thighs. He reached for the lotion on the nightstand and poured a generous amount into his hands.

Then he started rubbing it in, slow and methodical.

He started with your legs, massaging each leg like he had all the time in the world.

“Gotta take care of you,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Gotta make sure you’re soft and spoiled and sore in the best ways.”

You leaned back into him, eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved up your thighs, then along your arms. He kissed your neck, the tip of his nose brushing your damp skin.

“Tomorrow, we’ll stay in,” he whispered, voice dropping as he worked the lotion into your collarbone, your neck. “Order in. Watch movies. I’ll rub you down again after lunch and probably try to fuck you on the kitchen counter.”

You laughed softly, too relaxed to tease him back.

He smiled into your hair. “I want all your days to feel like this, baby. Safe. Sweet. Full of me.”

His hands returned to your thighs, spreading warmth along your skin as he pulled you even closer. “And when we get that house…” he added, quieter now, “with the big windows and a garden and rooms full of light… I’ll spoil you there, too. Every day.”

You turned your face to his chest, pressing a kiss to the center of it. “I want that too, Joonie.”

He hummed, arms wrapping around you.

Protective.

Tender.

“I know.”

And in the quiet, as the city twinkled beyond the glass and the soft scent of lotion clung to the air, you fell asleep wrapped in Namjoon’s embrace.

nine | masterlist | eleven

[heartofbusan]

No one can come close to replicating Jimin’s dance style because so much of it is due to his anatomy.

His proportions and the dimension of his shoulders in relation to his hips with that strong yet flexible core to anchor it all.

He actually has quite round shoulders. He tends to tease Yoongi about posture, but he himself isn't standing up quite as straight. This does make for a very pleasant S-curve, even when standing still.

Also, has anyone ever noticed his head is rather large in proportion to his body? This is apparently a characteristic seen in movie stars. Large heads hold the eyes of the audience focused on them during a scene.

For Jimin, too, his face becomes a focal point, not only to look at but to balance. Like, if the weight of his upper and lower body are equal and, again, his strong core is the tipping point from where his limbs can flail, reach, step, and pull. I'd love to see him do motion capture so his moves can be studied. It's quite unreal.

When it mention his head, I shouldn't fail to talk about his facial features. They're hold little weight, but the ground the viewer all the same. There is so much happening, yet the audience gets to fall into the hooded slit of his eyes. Those half lidded looks are what sins are made of. His mouth, again, the graceful balance between the heavy eyes and the heavy mouth with the most delicate of noses in between. Fibonacci could never.

He's just an all-around, well-balanced person. Beautiful but never gaudy. He brings an immense amount of focus and clarity for being someone so beautiful and graceful.

I could fill pages and pages on his features and still haven't even mentioned his soul, his intelligence, his emotional being 😮‍💨

He draws you in just by being, then he starts to move, and you can not look away, then he starts singing, and you're doomed. A siren.

.

Thank you for listening to my JIM-talk, I am counting down the days, hours, and minutes to his and his members' release. Me and Joon both :)

Have a lovely Sunday! [It’s a Friday, but I'm having Sunday vibes because I managed to staved off some anxiety yesterday and will spend my day off sewing and miniature making]

All gifs lovingly borrowed from @sugajimin

[jjungkookislife]

New Year With You (M)

pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, light smut [18+]

summary: Ringing in the new year means saying goodbye to Grandmother Jeon, lots of alcohol, and a devastatingly handsome Jungkook.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mention (body shots), implied smut (unprotected sex, hickeys, sexual thoughts/conversations), food mention, Tae is a flirt and Seokjin is shy about it, oc scratched the hell out of JK's back (with consent), teasing

a/n: thank you @btsgotjams27 for helping me again 💜💜

read home for the holidays

date: January 19, 2024

Grandmother Jeon had left early this morning with the Jeons and Parks in tow. She had pulled you into a tight hug as Dae loaded her suitcases into the trunk.

“You two have a good new year, and if I don’t see you before Spring Break, make sure to call,” Grandmother Jeon instructs as she releases you to hug Jungkook just as tight.

“And you,” she smiles. “Make sure you check the house out before you return to school. I’ll make arrangements for renovations if you want to change anything up. Do what you want with it, okay?”

“Yes, Grandmother Jeon. Thank you,” he says as he hugs her tighter, and she kisses his cheek before releasing him.

“Don’t get into too much trouble tonight while your parents are away,” Grandmother Jeon raises a brow. “I’m gonna be overseas, and your parents are going to be out of town so we can’t bail you out of jail.”

“I’ll keep him in check, Grandmother Jeon,” you promise as you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s waist. His sweater is thicker than yours, and the wind rattles you to the core, but your goodbyes are more important than a few chilly minutes.

“That’s what I like to hear, honey!” Minji laughs. “We’ve got to be tough with these Jeon men!”

“Mom!” Dae calls from the car as he shuts the trunk. “We’re all set.”

Minji smiles again. “You watch out for that Park boy, too. Jimin and that mouth of his. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about tonight from his grandmother. We’re gonna play shuffleboard and find us some dance partners before midnight! Don’t worry about me.”

“Get ‘em, Minji,” you giggle as you hug her one last time, promising to call soon. She waves as she links her arm with Jungkook’s as he walks her out of the house and toward the driveway where his parents wait for them. Luna is buckled in her seat, barking her head off when she finally spots her mother.

Across the street, Jimin is helping his grandmother get into his parents’ car. He waves when he spots you in the doorway, and you grin.

The eight of you had plans to spend the New Year together. The weather was still rough. Snow still covered the streets and you weren’t in the mood to be stuffed in a club like a sardine.

Jungkook had invited everyone over. Jimin, Joon, and Tae would probably walk home, and Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi would either sleep over or go across the street.

The plans for tonight involved games, alcohol, and plenty of food. The home was still decorated for Christmas, and Aera promised to put everything away once she returned. Before you could offer to help, Jungkook shook his head.

“Mom likes to keep them up a little longer. She decorates for Valentine’s Day and so on. We should come back for Halloween. You’d love it.” Jungkook smiled.

“I’m gonna miss her,” you tell Jungkook as he joins you on the front porch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

“Grandmother Jeon will be fine,” Jungkook assures you. “My parents will be back in a couple of days and then we can go look at the house.”

“It’ll be nice to party with Minji on Spring Break,” you giggle as you head back inside and shut the door after Jungkook. 

“If we can keep up,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. 

“I’m glad this all worked out, Koo,” you admit as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rubs your back as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It soothes you. 

“Me too, baby. Otherwise, I would have waited until we got back to school to say something,” He giggles, his nose scrunching the tiniest bit. 

You smile, kissing the mole beneath his lip. “Come on, babe. We have the house to ourselves and a few more hours before our friends come over.”

“Oh, and how do you suggest we pass the time, baby?” Jungkook smirks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say coyly as you walk two fingers up his broad chest. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

Your laughter fills the home as you take off running toward the stairs with Jungkook right behind you. His laughter and yours grow louder when he catches you and leads you to his bedroom, where you spend the next few hours wrapped up in each other. 

You shouldn’t stare.

You shouldn’t.

You’re not.

Honestly, you’re not.

But you so are!

“Are you part of some male dancer association?” you blurt, covering your mouth with your hands. You did not just say that!

Jimin cackles, shaking his head. “No.”

Seokjin smirks. “Hoseok picked our outfits.”

Your eyes look over at Hoseok, the menace. He smirks when you eye him up and down. He lowers his sunglasses to drown you in his dark look. Fuck, fuck, wow! 

“Don’t you look ravishing,” he comments as he sets his sunglasses on his head. “Gotta say, you look just as hot as I imagined.”

“Hoseok!” you giggle, shaking your head.

Hoseok shrugs. “It’s a nice dress. Still had the tags on when I found it in your closet.”

“Has Kook seen it yet?” Seokjin asks as he rakes his eyes over you. 

“Not yet,” you explain. “We decided to get ready separately.”

“Oh, he’s gonna die,” Jimin chuckles as he walks past you to the kitchen, where Yoongi finished cooking the food.

Alcohol fills the refrigerator and the counters. Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol, and Tae always tries to keep up.

You’re excited to see Jungkook, but after the stunt Hoseok pulled, you’re not so sure you could handle it.

“Darling,” Jungkook calls from the stairs.

Hoseok chuckles as he watches you turn around slowly, gasping when you spot Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s dark hair is coiffed in a slicked-back manner. The blazer is too big for his frame, but the black mesh shirt hugs him in all the right places, showing off his taut chest and ripped abs. Silver jewelry adorns his ears, neck, and hand, but what you really love is the one pierced into his bottom lip. 

You swear your brain malfunctions as it does for SpongeBob when all he needs to remember is fine dining. You don’t think you could even remember your name right now if somebody asked because all you can think is how fucking hot your boyfriend looks. You don’t even think you’re breathing, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes take in every delicious inch of his body. 

Were you two alone, you’d have him beneath you already. His chest would get covered in your lipstick, and his cock would be inside you, making you cream around him as you bounced on him. 

Jungkook isn’t faring much better. The dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. He’s breathless as he admires your radiance. The smile on your face is bashful but directed right at him. 

Jungkook should send Hoseok a personalized thank you note after this trip. Perhaps even a bouquet of peonies, freshly picked from a field they visited as children not too far from their home. He knows Hoseok wishes he had more time to make something for you. He’s very talented, and no doubt would create amazing clothing for each of you if given the chance. Jimin wore a suit made just for him, a gift for his birthday just a few months ago. 

Smirking, Jungkook takes the last step as he eyes the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest. It’s on a thin gold chain with his initial. There’s an accompanying one on your thigh that glimmers in the light when you move toward him, the slit on your dress dangerously high up, and your heels click on the floor as you meet him. 

“You look gorgeous,” Jungkook whispers when you grab his suit jacket. He notes how you bat your lashes, eyes sparkling when you look at him.

“And you look good enough to eat,” you respond, not noticing how your friends give you a moment alone. 

To be honest, Hoseok was a little worried you’d jump each other in front of everyone. You wouldn’t lie.  The thought had crossed your mind.

“Do I?” Jungkook smiles as he cups your face. His lips look very tempting as he toys with his lip ring. 

What you wouldn’t give to strip him naked where he stands. The thought alone sends a tingle down your spine as his fingers move downward to the necklace you’re wearing. 

“Perhaps there’s something I can do about that later on,” he whispers as he releases the initial and locks eyes with you. You blink, left breathless as his gaze locks you in place. 

Should you take him to his room? Forget all about the evening planned with your friends and welcome the new year tangled in sheets, his name on your lips, and his hands on your hips.

“If you guys are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Namjoon asks with a brownie in one hand and a champagne flute in the other. 

Jungkook chuckles as he steps away from you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to your friends in the kitchen. 

It’s no surprise that Jimin’s already got the alcohol open. Yoongi turns the stove off and moves a pot off of the eye before calling everyone for dinner. 

The dining room is filled with laughter. Joy spreads from one person to the next as the alcohol and fond memories flow. 

Taehyung and Yoongi suggest moving the party to the living room. The table gets cleared by Seokjin and a tipsy Namjoon, who’s had too many brownies and flutes of champagne. 

Hoseok has cleared the living room coffee table and set the liquor and glasses on it. Each of you has a different glass straw to not get confused, but you know you’ll end up sharing with Jungkook and possibly Jimin by the end of the night. 

The TV is on in the background, a show on mute as they prepare for the new year. The countdown flashes on the screen, still two hours away. 

Fireworks blast off outside from the neighbors and their kids. Despite the cold weather, gatherings still take place. 

Jimin smirks when you take a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. Your hand rests on his thigh, and Jungkook toys with the small chain on your leg. 

“How about we start with body shots?” Jimin suggests, feigning innocence when his eyes connect with yours. 

Jungkook scoffs. “As if, Park.”

Jimin chuckles. He knows Jungkook well enough to know when he’s pissed him off. 

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin giggles. “We won’t do it off your girl.”

“Already making him mad?” Yoongi asks as he sets down a bowl of perfectly cut limes for the tequila. Yoongi normally sticks to whiskey and Tae and Jimin love tequila. Hoseok and you loved cocktails, and Jungkook and Seokjin will have what’s available. Namjoon keeps a flute of champagne in his hand most of the night, sipping in between sweets. 

“Can we just drink already?” Taehyung pouts as he eyes the bottle of tequila sitting untouched on the coffee table. “Please?”

Everyone laughs as they open bottles. Yoongi sits in a recliner with a glass of whiskey in his hand as the music plays from a speaker on the mantel. 

Hoseok sits on the loveseat, a sketchbook in his lap as he watches you. He’d have to get your measurements later, perhaps in a few days or once you return to campus before the semester gets too busy for everyone. He’d like to make something for you and Jungkook. Perhaps matching outfits if time allows, but if not, matching accessories are just as good. After all, nothing is better than a gift given from the heart. 

An hour l and a half later, everyone is giddy and tipsy. Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon play cards on the floor. They grow louder, and curses and groans of dissatisfaction escape them when Seokjin lays down his winning hand.

Yoongi hums along to the song playing, and Hoseok puts the finishing touches on his sketch. 

Jungkook has shed his suit jacket, as have most of your friends. The fireplace roars brightly after getting started by Jungkook and Yoongi. 

Hoseok insisted everyone pose for pictures for his Polaroid camera, which caused Taehyung to ask everyone to pose for him. 

“Memories,” he had said with a stern look. “Precious memories that you will thank me for twenty years down the line when your kids ask how you spent your first New Year's Eve.”

It was hard to say no after that.

The countdown seems to fly by once you’re done taking photos. Jimin and Taehyung demand one more shot before heading outside to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year. 

“Oh, come on,” Jimin chuckles. “One body shot.”

You laugh. “I’ll do it off Koo if he’ll let me.”

Jungkook nods, eager to get your hands on his body. He’s been pretty tame due to company but he’s been eyeing you all night, wanting to get you alone to kiss you as much as he wants. 

He hopes he can see you in that dress again when both of you are completely sober. He clears his throat as he lies on the couch after removing his mesh shirt. He’s done a good job of covering the hickeys left on his torso from your past few romps.

 You kneel in front of him while Jimin shoves a lime wedge in Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Lick around his belly button,” Yoongi instructs with a cheeky grin. 

“You guys are the worst,” you grumble. 

“You can back out whenever,” Seokjin assures you. “No judgment.”

Taehyung’s nods. “I’ll do a shot off Seokjin next if it’ll help.”

“No,” Seokjin huffs. “The last time you let it go down into my underwear.”

Taehyung shrugs. “I would have gotten it.”

Seokjin blushes. “Shut up.”

“Can we do this before we miss the clock striking twelve?” Hoseok frowns. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin says as you lick around Jungkook’s navel. Yoongi puts some salt around the circle and moves out of the way. 

“Come on, Seokjin,” Jimin says as he moves to the older man to get his shirt off. 

“Wait, you were serious,” he laughs as he takes his shirt off, and the friends get distracted for a moment while they tease him. 

You do your shot seamlessly, kissing Jungkook’s hip before moving toward the lime wedge. You grimace when it touches your tongue, and you spit it out into a napkin.

“Ugh, that never goes down easy for me,” you complain as you get on your feet. 

Namjoon and Yoongi have left to fill flutes with champagne in the kitchen while Seokjin put his shirt back on. 

“Get your coats on,” Taehyung claps as he starts handing coats to your friends. Jungkook gets off the couch, turning around to grab his shirt when your friends freeze, and you cover your face with your hands. 

“Geez,” Jimin said your name in between bouts of laughter. “Did you have to maul him?”

“Oh, lord,” you murmur into your hands as your face grows hot. 

“What?” Jungkook asks as he puts his shirt back on and then his jacket. 

“Keep your shirt on around your parents,” Taehyung giggles.

“Unless you want them to see the claw marks on your back,” Seokjin cackles as he leads his friends toward the door. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, mortified. “Does it hurt? Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Darling, it’s fine,” Jungkook assures you. “I asked for it, remember? I kept asking you to do it harder and harder?” 

You bite your lip, nodding. Jungkook grins, kissing your lips. 

“Maybe tomorrow we can do it again?” Jungkook kisses your cheek as he leads you to the door to get your coat. He helps you into it before you join your friends on the porch. 

Jimin hands you a flute, and Yoongi hands one to Jungkook. 

Hoseok nearly jumps in his spot as he counts down from thirty. 

Giddiness fills your body as you look at your friends. When all of this first started you never imagined feeling joy like this. True friendship that would last a lifetime surrounded you; and included you. 

Jungkook’s hand goes to your hip as he pulls you closer. The wind is brutal but the fireworks burst with color in the air, and their beauty makes being cold worth it. 

“3! 2! 1!”

“Happy New Year!”

You smile brightly as you raise your flute with your friends, taking a sip before Jungkook’s lips are on yours. 

A new year, a new chance to make wonderful memories with the man beside you. 

Nothing could be better than this. 

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube.

[btskitten7]

Cam Girl | can do no wrong.

Ship: Idol!Jungkook x Cam girl!Y/n

au/genre: sex cam worker au

rating: M

wc: 2.7k

Chapter warnings: Masturbation, mutual masturbation, sex talk. Vivid wet dreams. Breeding kink.

summary: The members have an odd obsession with you.

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @wanceu @coldcoffee2121 @maunosorioh @massivelyfullenthusiast

Chapter two: can do no wrong. 

He instantly ended the call without letting you say anything else. “What is happening?” He asked himself. How did you already have that much control over him? Just like that? He couldn’t touch you. He didn’t know how you felt but 

Those dreams were real.

If they were even dreams. 

He could feel the water hitting his body as he would stroke your cunt. He would feel the tightness of your core wrapping around his throbbing member. 

“Hey dude are you ready- hey are you okay?” Namjoon asked how the younger one was sweating in the middle of winter.

“Huh? Yeah? Yeah, I’m fine I’m fine just, I think I’m going to stay home this time, I’m kinda tired.” Kook said, taking his jacket off, cranking up the AC, and throwing Joon out before he could even try to protest. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Laying in the bed, you were finally ready to sleep

If only you could. 

All you kept thinking about was Jungkook, for some reason. The way he got off the video call made you think you did something wrong. You’ve thought about it for a few minutes before getting back up and logging back in. 

One thing you hated the most...

As soon as you log in, if the desired person has your notifications on, they’ll know exactly when you log in, and it’ll let them know. Most times your followers would harass you. 

So you had to be quick, hoping that everyone was asleep. You pulled up Jungkook’s chat log.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to reach out, ignoring the instant flood of ding, ding, ding

“Hi 🥺, um I just wanted to say, I’m so sorry if I crossed any boundaries, I know you’re still new to this.. and if I did, please forgive me. I’m so sorry, from the bottom of my heart.. seriously...” You hit send about too close the window when you received a response. You frowned thinking there was no possible way he read that and replied that quickly.

 “I’m sorry for leaving that quickly... I enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it. I just got nervous” 

Then there was another 

“What? No no. I asked you.”

“If there were boundaries crossed I would have told you about them. I honestly really enjoy the ASMR ones that you do... maybe too much lmao. They’re really fun and different.” he replied a third time. 

That relieved you. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed happily  “Good, I thought I had done something, well my little Koo I must go to bed now. I’m very happy that you enjoyed it. It’s one of my favorites.”

“That’s been on my mind since the call ended..” you replied. 

“Oh, yes! Please go to sleep, if you want to talk again we can, tomorrow.. only if you want😇”

 you giggled to yourself replying, 

“So cute, Goodnight Koo, I'll talk to you tomorrow.❤️” 

“My little Koo huh?” Jungkook thought

You slowly drifted off to sleep...

You then woke up in a beautiful bathroom with a beautiful view and amazing decor. You looked at the fixtures and the designs, getting lost in your beautiful bathroom. That was when saw a beautiful man tower you in the mirror, smiling brightly,

Wrapping his arms around your silk-covered body, softly leaving kisses down your neck. “You know I always loved the robe, no matter how many times I ripped it off, it just still looks so sexy on you,” Jungkook said, rubbing your waist underneath the robe and pulling you to face him.

He’s such a beautiful man, so strong, you knew he could handle you. “Don’t rip this one baby.” You whispered. Jungkook laughed softly. “The kids are asleep, why don’t we have a little fun of our own now?” He said smiling slowly taking your robe off and kissing your neck, marking it

for him to admire the next day. Soft moans left your lips and both sets of hands traveled each other's body. Kook paused and turned the shower on eyes never leaving your naked body and your eyes stuck on his. 

Pulling you into the shower, his tongue danced all over your mouth

Inching down, he began to kiss all over your thighs and navel. You moaned softly watching him kiss sensitive parts you haven't kissed in a while. 

“She looks so pretty for me, dripping just for me, I can hear her begging me to devour her huh?” He said leaving small sucks on your clit. You gripped his hair softly and nodded. “S-she always gets like that, when she knows you're near.” You moaned, propping your foot, so he had more access. He slowly slipped his tongue into your core, letting your juice saturate his tongue. 

“she knows I own you.”

A few minutes later. His fingers were shaking deep in your core as his mouth sucked and fucked your clit. Your legs were shaking and you were moaning loudly. “Fuck! Kook! Fuck right there please” Your eyes began to cross slowly as  Jungkook picked up speed on your clit.

“Hush!”

“You better not wake up our kids jagiya, or I’m going to punish you,” he said sinking his member deep into your wetness. Clinging on to Jungkook, your head in the crook of his neck, moaning as he fucked you better than anyone had ever done. 

“Am I still your cute little Koo?”

You woke up in a cold sweat, breathing a little too hard, the sheets were soaked around you from your dream. 

“My little koo huh?” You sighed to yourself replaying the dream over and over in your head.

~~~~~

You woke up the next morning, feeling a bit more energized for some odd reason. You did your normal routine and began to make yourself breakfast. 

Kook on the other hand also felt a bit more energetic as well. Practice was running smoothly for him, not that he had an issue before it’s just that, he’s more entertaining and energetic than usual. “Why are you so happy Maknae?” Joon asked after chugging his water. 

“I don’t know, I just feel free and lightweight for some reason,” he shrugged. Which was true, he didn’t know why he felt this way.

He didn’t know if it was because of you or if it was just because he finally got some good rest. But what he did know, 

He’s going to make another request tonight. 

He wanted the same ASMR vibe but he wanted to see if he could stick around to see how you reacted afterwards.

As soon as he got home, he went straight to his room. He’s been getting notifications that you’ve been posting all day. Ofc, his hyungs stopped each time to see what you had posted but he didn’t. 

He didn’t want to distract himself because if he had gotten horny, there would be nothing he could do about it. 

Jungkook laid on his bed and logged in. He had only followed you on the website so finding your page wasn’t hard. You were the only thing flooding his timeline, and his mind. 

He started from the very first photo you had posted.

It was a simple photo, you wore a silk robe, breast barely exposed but still suggestive, and that beautiful wild hair that Kook loved a lot. It was beautiful. 

You had gotten 1k like on it but compared to your more suggestive videos and pictures which easily held 20k+

It didn’t stand a chance. Kook looked through the comments and was disappointed at how no one was saying how breath taking you looked. 

They just wanted you to take your clothes off. 

“Show us some skin sugar” 

“Show me them pretty titties baby” 

Kook shook his head.

He decided to leave a comment. 

“You look absolutely beautiful, love. I like these types of pictures the most” and he left similar ones on all of your normal ones. He understands, your content is xxx but you’re still a person and a beautiful one at that. 

You’re different

He decided before he messaged you again, he was going to have dinner with his Hyungs. 

They were talking about your recent videos and pictures you posted. No one talked about the first photo. 

“What do you think about her good morning photo?” Jungkook asked.

“It was pretty, but that’s not what I’m there for,” Hoseok answered truthfully. Everyone agreed. “Yeah she’s a beautiful girl but she should know that, that’s not what we’re on her page for” Yoongi added. 

Jungkook slouched in his chair, mood ruined by his Hyungs comments.

Jimin realized the change of Jungkook’s mood. “What did you think of the picture, Jungkook?” 

“I thought it was better than all the other ones she posted today,” he said truthfully. All the Hyungs looked at him confusedly, “Huh? Did you not see the other ones?” Tae asked.

“I did” 

“And didn’t you like them?” 

“I did”

“.... so-“ They all waited for Jungkook’s answer. 

“I like the normal pictures more, it just looks more comfortable, like she’s more comfortable that way versus the other ways” he said finally taking a bite of his food. “She didn’t look uncomfortable to me” Jimin responded as he thought back to all the photos you’ve posted today.

“Yeah me neither,” Seokjin added. “Were you looking or were you looking somewhere else?” Jungkook asked. 

No one answered “oh” he said finishing his food, cleaning up and headed back to his room. His computer chimed, he headed over and saw that you had replied to his comment

“Thank you baby Koo, you’re too kind ❤️” he loved the way you actually called him Koo. He wondered how it would sound in person, how it would roll off your tongue. His computer chimes again, this time a message from you. 

“Hi baby Koo, how are ya doing today?”

He smiled brightly and replied. 

“I should be asking you that, but I’m doing alright love. How are you?” Giving you his full attention as he watched the three dots blink. 

“I’m doing alright, I kinda wish I didn’t have to hop on live today.” That broke his heart.

The fact that you felt you HAVE to do things and you can’t take a break messed with him. “Why don’t you take a break? What’s going on?” 

“I’m feeling a little sick and I’ve lost my voice. I wish I could but the one day I don’t go live when scheduled everyone goes bananas”

Jungkook’s heart dropped. He frowned, why did he care so much for you. Why did he want to take care of you? 

“No way, if you're sick, please get some rest. If they can’t understand then let them go bananas, I want to see you yes, but you at 100% nothing less. Rest please”

You smiled that he was being so understanding, you wished all your following was like him. You just needed a break from time to time. That’s all. 

“Thank you so much for understanding, you’re right, I think I’m going to just post some content and go to bed.”

Kook’s heartbeat slowed back down when you said you were going to get some rest. That relaxed him. 

“Good, good, and if anyone has a problem, they can take it up with me. 😌” you giggled and blushed 

“Awww my little Koo’s gonna protect me?” 

“Of course. Without a doubt❤️”

Later that night kook had another dream. 

~~~~~~~~

“I’m going to get us out of this, I promise” kook whispered in your ear. Tonight, Kook had managed to get you both a motel room for the night. The owner owed him for some work and rather than giving him money, he gave kook this

room for free, just for the night. 

“You’ve done so much for him though, he should have at least given you some money so you could eat.” You said looking at the burger, he had managed to get you. “I’m fine honey, you need the food not me.” He said, referring to your new pregnancy.

“Kook I promise I’ll be fine, at least eat half of the burger and some fries.” You pleaded. He shook his head. “No baby please eat, I didn’t wanna argue tonight” he said rubbing your leg. 

“Please just one bite baby... please” you begged him. He hated when you did this.

You always put him first when you were the one that needed this the most. He sighed and nodded. You nodded and smiled softly, feeding him the burger and a couple of fries. You tried giving him another bite. But he refused. 

“No baby please, you eat it. Please”

You sighed and wrapped the little food left and sat it on the stand. You sat on the bed and began to sob. 

Kook hated this more. 

“Jagiya, please don’t cry-“ 

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more, I wish there was something I could do, this shouldn’t be all on you” You cried.

Kook got up and kneeled before you. “Stop it, baby, you can help me by growing a strong beautiful child for me. That's how you can help me, let me worry about all this” he said rubbing your small belly and looking in your eyes tears burning his own. 

“Baby, I’m-“

You were cut off by someone barging in the room with a dark grim look. Kook immediately stood,  guarding you and his unborn child. “I told you, you had till tonight to give me what you owe,” the man said. 

“I don’t have it, I’m sorry, just please give me-“ 

“I gave you plenty of time”

“You either give me the Money or you give me the girl and I’ll forget all about it” 

You gripped tightly onto kook softly crying terrified for him and yourself. “I’m not going to do that, I can get you your money, but I’m not giving you my wife” kook said trying to mask how

scared he was himself. 

“Oh? Then I’ll just take her and (...) you” the man pulled out his gun and-

~~~~~~~

Kook woke up in a cold sweat breathing very deeply, unable to catch his breath. He began to grip his sheets as his pants got louder and his gasps got louder. 

Jimin and tae being on both sides of him, heard him and decided to go to his room. 

“Kook?! Kook?! What’s wrong?” Tae said, handing him some water and rubbing his back. 

“Did you have a bad dream? What happened” 

Kook couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t do anything but cry.

Why was he having these dreams, why were they so real, why were they always about you. Despite this being the first non-sexual one, he couldn’t understand. 

What were his dreams trying to tell him?

[edoardoaghost]

THE HOST - BONG JOON HO / 2006

FRAMES

[bangtanhoesthings]

This is me trying to write again after the previous post didn't go through.😭😭. These are my semi-coherent thoughts after today.

1. Jimin and Jungkook are finally home. It still feels surreal to say it. After months of holding our breath, counting down days, and holding onto every small update, they're finally back. Their absence was a quiet ache that followed us everywhere, and now that they’re here, the world feels a little more right. But strangely, it hasn’t fully sunk in yet. I see the pictures, watch the videos, and still, a part of me can’t believe it. Maybe it will take time. Maybe this kind of joy needs a little space to settle. Screams: Jikook is back! Jikook is home!

2. The more things change, the more they stay the same. We will only be able to grasp the extent to which the military has left it's mark on Jikook in due time. Their bond, however, is unchanged. Watching them together again, their familiar dynamic, their shared glances and giggles is like seeing two souls pick up exactly where they left off. Time and structure may have shaped their outer selves, but the core of Jikook remains beautifully intact. They have always leaned on each other and this experience seems to have deepened that connection. Even their shared silence speaks louder than ever.

3. The military has changed them all

a) Namjoon.

I am convinced that the sole reason of sending him to one of the harsher units was to humble and break him (all of them). Joon's experience in the military cuts deeply. Listening to him speak about the mental and emotional toll of being disconnected from himself broke something in me. A poet unable to wield his greatest weapon, a pen. He’s always been open with us and so deeply human. He will never understand the impact his willingness to be vulnerable has had on my life. I hope, with everything in me, that he gives himself time now. Time to rest. Time to reconnect with who he is outside of the uniform. I hope his heart continues to heal and that he is surrounded by people who appreciate him, not as the leader or the artist, but Kim Namjoon. I hope the world is a little kinder and a whole lot more gentler. I hope he knows there is no rush to be "okay." Just being is enough.

b) Jimin

I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for someone so expressive and emotionally intuitive to exist in such a structured, restrictive space. Someone so emotionally attuned, soft and gentle. How does softness exist inside a space built on orders, commands and control? I imagine he became a kind of quiet warmth to people around him. I hope the world slows down for him and that he wakes up everyday feeling like he can be soft again. I hope he laughs more. I hope he rests deeply and I wish for him not to be so hang up on his weight and diet. I hope he finds new things to love. I want him to feel free to explore whatever paths speak to him, without pressure. I want him to be a little more kinder and gentler with himself.

c) Jungkook

With his boundless energy and his big heart it hurts my soul picturing someone so full of light and motion being confined. The military may have reshaped some of his rhythms but it did not dim his light. Even in the military, he found ways to express care and to nourish others through food. That's who he is. His warmth doesn't shout, it shows up. I hope he sings because it makes him happy, creates for the sake of curiosity, and surrounds himself with people who remind him of who he is outside of the expectations. I hope he takes time to live loudly and make mistakes without fear of being judged. I hope he travels, eats good food, stays up late and let his big heart lead him to new adventures.

d) Taehyung

He carries himself with such poise, such quiet strength and grace in the face of uncertainty and challenges. He’s always been resilient in his own way, and that carried over to his service because he served with dignity and strength and gave it his full heart. Throughout his service we got glimpses and every piece told the story of him giving his best. I hope he also gets to rest. I hope he leans into art, music and acting (only if he wants to). Taehyung has always walked his own path, my little wanderer, so I hope he walks it with more freedom than ever before. I hope he follows every strange idea and every quiet impulse. I hope he makes things we have never seen before, or he can simply rest. Whatever he chooses, I hope it's peaceful.

4. Jin and Hobi are our pillars.

My respect and admiration for 2soek has soared to new heights especially in the face of what the others revealed about the military. Jin, with his warmth and humor, stepped back in and instantly made things feel lighter. He dove head first into creating content, he gave us Happy, Echo, Run Jin among a plethora of other content. And Hobi who is ever the beacon of strength and encouragement returned with so much grace. Gave us a concert is a short time span and great music. 2soek's resilience and work ethic revealed who they are to the core and speaks volumes about their character. Their presence made the waiting feel less bleak. In a time when everything felt uncertain, they reminded us that BTS is still here. They successfully held down the fort and for that, I will be eternally grateful.

5. The fandom is changing and that’s okay.

Things don’t feel the same as they did a few years ago. The fandom has fractured and subsequently tried to piece itself back together, people have moved on, some have stayed, and the energy has shifted. 2024 tried to break us but we fought and we won. So BTS return will not be to the old normal but a new reality. It feels different now, maybe a little scattered but there is still so much love here. What matters now is how we adapt. How we continue to support each other and BTS in this new chapter. The bond is still here, we just need to nurture it in new ways. We'll find out new normal.

6. Yoongi is almost home.

The countdown has begun. I think about him often especially about what he’s seen, felt, and reflected on during his service. He’s always been someone who says so much with so little. His lyricism is what has been a pillar of strength for me because "Futures gonna be ok" and "May all you trials end in full bloom" is the scripture that gave me quiet strength to hold on a little longer. I have no doubt that when he returns, his art will reflect something deep and true. His return feels like the last light turning on, everything falling into place. I can't wait to welcome him home.

7. Jimin and Jungkook as they begin again.

I’m proud of them. Of how they endured, how they grew, and how they returned. They've grown in ways we may never fully understand. But they are here. And I hope they know that they are loved just as they are. They walked this road side by side for the past 18 months. Knowing they had each other brings a sense of comfort words can't hold. As they begin again, we'll walk with them into whatever future lies ahead. Their futures are unwritten. And that’s beautiful.

8. Always BTS.

So here we are, almost whole again. The long wait is ending and the pieces are falling into place. We don’t know exactly what lies ahead. But what I do know is that their bond hasn’t broken. Their vision, even if evolving, is still there. I trust them. I trust their love for each other, their creativity, and their desire to keep creating, together. And as BTS steps into the next chapter, we will walk alongside them with hearts wide open.

We waited. We learned. And now, we begin again.

[muniimyg]

TO BE (yours) // KNJ

he'll give in... right?

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oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants

navi | m. list | ask me !

pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc 

au/genre:

bodyguard au

one shot

porn with(out) plot

warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)

note: happy birthday @joonsjuice LMAO

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“I hate this fucking life!” 

Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so. 

You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.

There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.

Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon. 

It’s different. 

Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.

Regardless, this is routine.

Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.

No praise.

No empathy.

No encouragement.

It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.

It always better.

To do better.

To be better.

After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.

Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.

For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.

During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…

If he even gave it a second thought at all.

You see…

You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.

Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard. 

Thank you, Grandma!

When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.

It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.

Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.

“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head. 

Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.

Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.

A little ditzy floral pyjama set.

The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right? 

Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.

“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on. 

You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you. 

Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas. 

You were doing this on purpose.

He knows it.

Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”

Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”

“You know what else is long?”

“Ms. ___—”

“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”

“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you. 

Your heart begins to race as he carries you.

He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…

A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is. 

Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.

“Joon…”

“Did you need something?”

“You.”

He squints his eyes at you.

“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”

“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”

With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”

Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.

Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else. 

“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone. 

Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….

To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible. 

Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you. 

There’s never a dull moment. 

“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”

You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”

“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”

Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”

“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”

His words hit you. 

Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?

You hate that. 

“... So, you think I’m amazing?”

Nam Joon doesn’t respond. 

So, you try again.

“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”

“Ms. ___—”

“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“

“Highly doubt that, princess.”

“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Nam Joon feels a shiver.

He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt. 

Then, he stops you. 

Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. 

“I don’t want you.”

His words cut deep and his tone is harsh. 

Too harsh. 

There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it. 

Let’s play. 

“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips. 

Nam Joon is caught off guard. 

This never happened before! It never went this far…

He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this. 

He never pictured his dreams to come true. 

Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away. 

It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him. 

You’re his one. 

“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.” 

Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts. 

Nam Joon feels stuck.

He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.

Tonight, he was weak. 

As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself. 

Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so. 

You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him. 

With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”

He doesn’t respond. 

“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.” 

Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words. 

“I’m watching, princess.”

You feel a relief. 

In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”

Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough. 

Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this. 

“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”

Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”

“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”

The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun. 

“Should I stick my fingers inside?” 

He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”

“I need help.”

Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”

He raises a brow. 

But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you. 

He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout. 

“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.” 

Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—

“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”

Nam Joon glares at you. 

“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”

“You are, aren’t you?”

Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to. 

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. 

“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”

“___, just fucking cum already.”

Instantly, you roll your eyes at him. 

The attitude.

He needs his dick sucked or something.

In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax. 

It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice. 

So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here. 

He was watching.

Listening to every whimper.

Every breathy utter of his name. 

Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.

Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now. 

He’d kill to lick them. 

To bite them. 

To suck on them. 

Fuck it.

Maybe he should fold. 

So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy. 

“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”

“Not good enough?” 

“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.

He didn’t expect it.

It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again. 

“See? I came, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”

You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”

“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”

“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”

“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.” 

Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision. 

Nam Joon waits for a second too long. 

Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss. 

As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.

You’re so fucking happy.

He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.

First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in. 

He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them. 

God, when he bites them—

“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”

“Like me that much?” he teases.

You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”

With that, Nam Joon folds. 

He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too. 

When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.

You can’t believe it. 

His cock is so perfect. 

It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art. 

“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”

Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it. 

As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock. 

Like a fucking dog. 

Like a fucking bitch. 

Like his fucking whore. 

Nam Joon loves the sight. 

He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip. 

Nam Joon repositions you.

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.

It’s such a beautiful sight. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”

You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”

Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face. 

“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”

You nod. 

He slaps your face again.

“Answer me, bitch.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”

“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”

You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little. 

In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”

You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest. 

“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”

“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”

As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.

It’s so annoying. 

“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”

“I got you.”

Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—

“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”

“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”

“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.” 

Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…

He fucks you harder.

Rough, sloppy, messy. 

It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—” 

You cum. 

But it doesn’t stop there. 

Even though you came, he didn’t. 

Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times. 

Then, he leaves it inside. 

As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it. 

Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips. 

When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon. 

What the fuck did he just do?

He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know. 

As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you? 

Was that an option?

Either way, he knows one things for sure…

He’d be here in the morning. 

To protect you.

To fuck you.

To be yours.

[vaztori]

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Counting Stars (smut, also so fucking fluffy & soft you'll get butterflies) by @min-gis

My Way (fluff, angst, suggestive, bodyguard!mingi) by @sorryimananti-romantic

We Fell in Love in August (fluff, smut, brother's bestfriend!mingi) by @mingigoo

The Library Illusion: The Temple Guardian (smut, fantasy, naga!mingi) by @kwanisms

Inked Up (tattoo artist au, smut) by @huihuiheart

Nothing Compares To You (smut, fluff, established relationship) by @noramoons

Slow Down (smut, established relationship) by @strawberryya

Thique (smut, fluff) by @gojosnympho

Numb My Pain (smut, friends to lovers) by @yeonjuns-beanie

Bound In Blood (smut, angst, fated lovers au, vampire!mingi) by @nateezfics

Grant Me The Light (smut, angst, a lil' fluff, dystopian au) by @mingiswow

Skinny Dipping (smut, fluff, gentle dom!mingi) by @byuntrash101

For Me (smut, fluff, angst, sugar daddy au) by @hwanchaesong

Late Night (smut, fluff) @binniesbobastay

Sexual Feeling (smut) by @robyn-core

Jealous (2/2) (smut) by @cyberpxnk

Such A Tease (smut) by @call-me-bha

See Me After Class (angst, smut) by @ateezreactionsandscenarios

Use Me (smut, angst) by @hwaightme

Punishment + Dacryphilia (smut) by @hongism

Sour (smut, angst. with continual parts and different endings) by @itsbeeble

Kinkuary 21 (smut) by @kwanisms

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*

written by @min-gis :

i've never felt alone with you (smut but also so fucking fluffy & soft i got butterflies)

12.27 am (smut, fluff!)

written by @mimgi :

and you're here (smut but also so fluffy i'm cryin) by

pretty please (smut, fluffy!)

wedding buddies (smut, fluff, fake dating au) by @idyllic-ghost

rainy morning (smut, established relationship, soft dom! mingi) @nateezfics

7.36 (smut, fluff) by @riboism

make up sex (smut, fluff) by @nateezfics

somnophilia (smut, lil' fluff?? ig) by @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

written by @ateezreactionsandscenarios :

thigh riding (smut, soft dom!mingi i'm cryin bc of how soft he speaks)

orgasm control (smut)

fingering (smut)

you're blushing (fluff) by @biaswreckingfics

written by @danihow :

fix you (fluff, simping, reader is mingis's spouse)

24 to 25 (fluff, dad!mingi)

face time (smut) by @byuntrash101

sleep habits (smut) by @cas-skz

the night doesn't belong to god (smut) by @straykids-97

obsession (perv!mingi) by @cybrsan

00.12 (smut, in which mingi wanted fem!reader to sit on his face) by @kwanisms

ungodly hour (smut) by @nabis-dreamscape-world

hard thoughts (smut) by @ateez-melody

22.36 (smut, fluff) by @star1117-archives

the star (smut, professor!mingi) by @flowerboykun

good morning (smut, fluff) by @mingisval

sixty-nine (smut) by @ocean-ai

written by @last-words-ofashootingstar :

sweet dreams (smut, sub!mingi)

don't make me beg (smut, sub!mingi)

use it (smut) by @a-soft-hornytiny

written by @ateezscupid :

random thoughts (smut, soft dom!mingi)

seductive (fluff, smut, crackhead energy)

hard hours : mingi eating you out (smut) by @soobberries

hard thoughts : kiss me thru the phone (smut, fluff) by @kpopscruggles

cold coffee (smut) by @cyberpunkhwx

stop staring (fluff) by @blu-joons

dom!mingi x innocent!reader (suggestive) @/sluttywonwoo

choco ice cream (fluff) by @/woosluv

caramel popcorn (fluff, bestfriends to lovers) by @/leejungchans

model student (fluff, tutored!mingi) by @/itgetsquiet

"don't read that, the lyrics aren't ready yet" (fluff) by @/imaginidol

sick (fluff) by @/lovelyjaem

thoughts on mingi : fucking you for the first time (nsfw, fluffy) by @/minranghae