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[7brownsuga7]

Jungkook groom x reader bride

Summary: Groom Jungkook fucks you (the bride) before your wedding, even though you persist that it’s bad luck, his desires get the best of him. And you, well you can’t help but to fold.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, yadiyada basically the basics Lfmao.

Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for so long? Like wtf. Anyways what way to start the year with a Jungkook fic? Back in my Jungkook era even though I never left. Thank you for reading and enjoy <3 mimi

It was a known fact that the groom shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding. Traditional, superstition, or whatever you called it. You had reminded Jungkook of it many times in the weeks leading up to your big day.

But the thought of not being able to see you and touch you didn’t sit right with Jungkook.

You had teased him; telling him he could survive a few hours. A light kiss against his lips as he pouted like a child.

But now, as you stood in your bridal suite, slipping on the final touches to your wedding look, a soft knock interrupted your thoughts. You glanced at the door in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. No one was supposed to be here.

Before you could even ask who it was, the door creaked open revealing Jungkook in his perfectly tailored tuxedo, his hair falling slightly into his eyes.

“Jungkook”! You hissed at him, hurrying towards the door in an attempt to stop him coming in any further. “You’re not supposed to be here!” You sulk as he beat you to it, fully stepping foot into the room.

His eyes roam over you, taking you in. So dark and intense, his lips curving into a slow, sinful smirk. “I don’t care”.

Your heart jumps at his tone, pussy clenching at the low and roughness that’s laced within it.

“Seriously?” You try again, your voice a bit weaker now, “this is bad luck. I already tol-“

He closes the distance between you in two strides. Hands gripping your waist as he backs you up against the vanity. A surprised shaky breath escapes your lips.

“The only bad luck,” he murmurs against your neck, his lips slightly brushing against the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine, “would be me not being able to touch you right now”.

He hungrily kisses your lips before you can protest. You try to push him off of you, trying to remind him of the rules but his hands continued to firmly grip your waist pulling you against him.

You had no choice but to crumble.

“Jungkook” you breathe, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth moves back to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses that make your knees buckle.

“You have no idea,” he mutters against your skin, his voice thick with desire, “how hard it’s been not to touch you. To know you’re so close and not be able to have you.”

You moan out as he lifts you into the vanity, his lips instantly finding yours again. His fingers work quickly, tugging at the delicate buttons of your dress, his movements almost frantic.

“Be careful,” you gasp in between kisses, “this dress cost a fortune”.

He slightly chuckles as his eyes cast over you for a moment. “I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He sends kisses to your jaw, before he continues down to your collarbone, trailing down to the swell of your breasts that are barely covered by your lacy bra. “But right now, I need you.”

His hands separate your thighs, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you. “You’re perfect” he murmurs, eyes softening for a moment before his lips find yours again.

It didn’t take long for him to have you bare before him. Nipples exposed to the cool air as he fondles with them. His tuxedo jacket and shirt discarded aimlessly on the floor, allowing you to caress his bare shoulders as he continues to pleasure you. The urgency between you was electric, every touch and kiss igniting a fire that threatened to consume the both of you.

When he had had enough of his cock twitching at the thought of being inside you, the aching throb of what’s to come, he eagerly inserted his cock into the warmth of your pussy. A deep moan escaped his lips, his hands pulling you closer to him as buries himself deeper.

“Fuck” he groans, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move his hips. His thrusts low and deep, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Jungkook” you whimper, nails digging into his bare back as his pace quickens, his control slipping away with every thrust. His hand wraps around your neck, thumb caressing the sensitive skin.

“You feel so good baby” his voice rasps. You clench around him as he hungrily kisses you again.

Hand still wrapped around your neck, you tilt your head up and bite your lip as he continues, “so perfect, so mine.”

He forces you to look at him, and just from the way his dark eyes lowly and dangerously admire you, you can feel your orgasm quickly approach.

“Fuck, y/n”

The sound of your name falling from his lips to the way his body moved with yours - it was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Utterly addicting.

“Ugh k-kook” you moan between breaths, feeling the tension build up. His moves become more erratic as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me” he demands in a whisper, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub on your clit.

It doesn’t take long for your body to tremble under him and your breathing to form into gasps. He wasn’t far behind either. And when he came he released himself into you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the soft hum of your breathing as he held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Still think it’s bad luck?” A teasing smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you.

You laugh, your fingers brushing against his hair, removing the fallen strands out of his face before your fingers find his jaw in a gentle caress. “We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

He kisses you again, slow and tender this time, as if to remind you that, luck or no luck, you were his - and nothing was going to change that.

[iveneverbeenhere]

💧Drying sleepy Namjoon’s Hair💧

Genre: FLUFF

A/N: Late Valentines post. I’ve been sick 🤧

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“Your little grass patch is growing out again.”

“Mhm.”

His lashes tickled your knees as you slowly kicked your legs in a back-and-forth motion. Both of his hands placed on the back of your legs smacked a beat along your calves. Droplets of water fell from his buzzcut like a freshly watered grass field; they slid down his face dripping down to your legs due to his proximity.

“You wanna schedule an appointment?”

“Mhm.”

He could barely focus with your hands on him. Rubbing the warm towel on his soaking scalp in a gentle back-and-forth fashion. He felt his eyes begin to droop as his hands began to stop their thumping beat; transforming into a gentle hold as he loosely gripped onto your right leg. His breaths evened out into a deep hymn.

“You’re not listening are you?”

“Mhm.”

You give a small sigh as you look down to wipe the excess droplets off his face. His face chases your hands, unable to hold himself up.

“Let’s go to sleep, Hun.”

You take such good care of him.

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[linos-luna]

Deep Sleep ❣️🔪

Yandere!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, YANDERE, somnephilia, fingering, Soft sex, DUB CON

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He watched as your peacefully slept, your chest slowly rose with every breath. Taehyung ran his fingers across your lips and down your chest. You must be exhausted; you did not budge.

Oh how badly he wanted you to be his. It wasn’t so much that you rejected him; you actually rarely spoke to him and there wasn’t any particular reason for that, it’s just that he was too awkward to approach you.

But Taehyung has been stalking you for a while. He wants to learn everything about you before approaching you. He wants to impress you and get you to fall for him.

Sometimes he can’t help himself. He had copied your house key and often let himself in. Mostly just to watch, just like tonight.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit needy. He wanted to show you his love so very badly. He feels like he needs to.

Slowly, Taehyung lowered the sheets that covered you and again, you did not stir.

“My love…” he whispered. “Surely you wouldn’t mind… you are mine after all…”

The man gently removed your pants, moving his pointer and middle fingers in circles along your underwear, leaving behind a growing wet spot.

While you didn’t move, a small moan did escape your lips. Taehyung found it adorable and lowered himself to give a kiss over said wet spot. Once satisfied he lowered the undergarment and watched as the clear sticky substance parted between you and the material, leaving your cunt free and vulnerable just for him.

He ran his finger across your slit and rubbed circles on your clit. This made you gasp in your sleep and move slightly. These pleasurable menstruations made their way to your dreams, perhaps just another wet dream, that is, until he slipped in two fingers.

You moaned a bit louder, your legs closing shut.

“No no darling, let’s not do that.” Taehyung whispered. “Open them.”

In your drowsy and sleepy state, you obeyed; after all, it was a dream right?

Taehyung slowly moved his fingers in and out. Breathy moans escaped your lips.

Once he felt you were prepped enough, the man pulled his fingers out and removed his pants, teasing your hole with his cock, making you whimper.

“Darling, do you want my cock?” He whispered softly in your ear. “You want me to love you, right?”

“Mmhm…” you mumbled in your sleep.

“You want me, right?”

“Mmhm~” you moaned again still in your sleepy state.

Taehyung smiled and entered you, relishing in your tight walls hugging him.

You whined and whimpered at the feeling. He was big and you simply felt stuffed and overwhelmed.

Your eyelids fluttered and the man put his hand over them to block your vision.

“Shh…” he leaning in close. “Back to sleep, darling~”

His voice was smooth, low, and almost hypnotic. Even for the moments you did open your eyes, it was dark. A dream. Just a lovely wet dream.

You started to relax again, softly moaning as he slowly moved in and out. It just felt so good.

“More~”

“More?” He whispered with a smile while kissing at your neck and lifting your shirt to see your bare breasts.

“Fuck— more~” you muttered again , arching your back slightly. “So good~”

Taehyung was happy to please you. He thrusted faster but not rough enough to wake you. The quiet night was filled with the sounds of your breathy moans and skin slapping; he kept going until feeling your hips stutter and pulled out as you came.

Your eyes were still closed and half asleep. You whimpered, sounding like a sad dog, at the loss of his touch and touched yourself, tracing circles on your clit.

Taehyung thought it was so cute. Your desperate whines which turned to moans as you touched yourself for stimulation. Of course, he was happy to help, moving your hand and replacing it with his.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mm… mmhm…”

You were almost crying at the feeling. Again, he covered your eyes as they started to flutter open.

“Shhh~” he whispered. “Back to sleep darling… let me pleasure you…”

“Pleasure me…” you repeated with a moan. “Please~”

Taehyung was prepared to pleasure you for as long as you wanted. After all, you did say please…

[kpopkurves]

BTS React To You Calling Him ‘Husband’

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RM (Namjoon) — The Flustered but Smooth Friend

You’re filming a “Book Recommendations” vlog and casually say,

“So, I’m here with my husband, Namjoon, to help me pick some books.”

Namjoon blinks, looks at you sideways like, “Husband?!” and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Since when did I get promoted from friend to husband? Should I be worried or honored?”

You smirk, “Depends… do you wanna be worried or honored?”

He laughs but runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered.

“Guess I’ll take honored… but you better be careful throwing that word around. People might start believing it… and maybe I wouldn’t mind if they did.”

The way he glances at you over his glasses? Yeah, you’re both blushing by the end of the video.

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Jin — The Dramatic Flirt with a Hint of Realness

Filming a “Cooking Challenge,” you say,

“Today, my husband Jin is gonna teach me how to cook something edible.”

Jin gasps, holding a spoon to his chest like he’s been shot.

“Husband?! You’ve been keeping secrets from me? Shouldn’t I be the first to know?!”

You laugh, “Well, you’re finding out now, so congrats?”

He grins and leans in close: “If I’m your husband, then I’m expecting wifey privileges. Like… first taste of whatever you make. And maybe a kiss as a reward if it’s good?”

You blink, laughing nervously, but Jin just smiles like he’s dead serious.

“What? Friends can joke… right?” he teases, but there’s a look in his eyes like he wants to know if you actually mean it.

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Suga (Yoongi) — Chill but Secretly Flustered

Recording a late-night “Lo-fi Vibes” playlist video and you say,

“Hanging out with my husband Yoongi tonight.”

Yoongi side-eyes you, unimpressed but smirking: “Husband? Really? That what we’re doing now?”

You smirk back, “What? Don’t like the sound of it?”

He shrugs, “Didn’t say that. Just caught me off guard.”

He leans back in his chair, glancing at you from under his lashes.

“If I’m your husband, you’re gonna have to start treating me better. Like, where’s my coffee? Where’s my cuddles?”

You snort, “You want cuddles now?”

“If I’m husband status, yeah. That’s the rule, right?” he says with a half-smile — and now it’s awkward and cute because neither of you knows if you’re still joking.

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J-Hope (Hobi) — Loud, Flirty, and Lowkey Testing the Waters

Filming a “Dance Challenge” when you say,

“Here with my husband, Hobi. Let’s see if he can keep up with me.”

He FREEZES, wide-eyed. “Husband?! YAH! Since when?!”

You laugh, “I mean… you wanna be?”

He laughs loud but you see that moment of “wait, what if?” cross his face.

“If I’m your husband, you’re definitely in trouble because I’m winning every argument — including this dance battle.”

Then he steps closer, smirking: “But you know… I could get used to you calling me that.”

And suddenly, you’re blushing too much to keep dancing properly.

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Jimin — Sweet Flirt, but Playfully Teasing You

Recording a “Couple Yoga Challenge” (as friends, of course), you say,

“I brought my husband Jimin to help me out today.”

Jimin’s whole face lights up, giggling,

“Ohhhh, husband? I didn’t know we skipped the whole dating part. Bold of you!”

You grin, “Well, I figured we’re close enough.”

He leans in way too close, smirking: “Yeah? You wanna make it official or just for the video?”

You pause, speechless, and he laughs again,

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you think about it. But now that you’ve said it, don’t be surprised if I start calling you wifey.”

The rest of the video, he keeps calling you “wife” just to make you blush.

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V (Taehyung) — Playful but Lowkey Serious

Doing a “Fashion Haul” video, you say,

“So, I’m here with my husband, Taehyung, to rate these outfits.”

Taehyung tilts his head, smiling like he’s plotting something:

“Husband? Hmm… I didn’t know we were telling people our secret.”

You laugh, “Secret? Since when?”

He steps closer, pretending to whisper but making sure the mic catches it: “Since I decided I don’t wanna be just friends anymore.”

You stare at him, shocked, and he grins: “Kidding. Or not. Depends on you.”

Cue you both laughing but secretly thinking about it way too hard.

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Jungkook — Shy Bunny Who Flirts Back

Filming a “Gamer Night” vlog and you casually say,

“Playing with my husband, Jungkook.”

Jungkook IMMEDIATELY chokes on his drink.

“H-Husband?!” He hides his face in his hoodie, laughing hard.

“When did that happen?!”

You smirk, “Right now. You objecting?”

He peeks out from his hoodie, smiling shyly: “No… I mean… depends. Are you serious?”

You’re caught off guard now. “I mean… I could be.”

He bites his lip, glancing at you: “Say it again. I wanna hear it one more time.”

When you say it again, he just grins to himself and shakes his head, “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

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[misbangtan]

HOBI FUCK 🥵

[lovecoree]

DADDY’S HOME. P. JIMIN !

pairing: military bf!jimin x black gf!reader

synopsis: imagine military boyfriend Jimin finally coming back home, oh all the emotions you’ll be feeling !

warning: contains smut and fluff , kissing , unprotected sex ( don’t do this ) , creampie , praising , both of y’all are touched starved ( y’all miss each other so much ) , reader is black coded , reader uses she/her prns. Let me know if I missed anything !

a/n: missing Jimin hours ☹️

SFW !

you couldn’t help but squeal with excitement as you hear the front gates open at the military entrance. Countless of men coming out with relief or happiness as they see their partner, family, or friends— you would’ve thought they just got released from prison, but you weren’t looking at them, you were looking at your boyfriend Jimin who came out last with his army duffel bag on his shoulder. “Babe!” You shouted, causing Jimin to turn his head in your direction, his stoic face turning into a bright smile seeing you running towards him.

“You missed me that much?” Jimin laughed as he picked you up off your feet as you bear hug him. “Of course I missed you.” You planted so many kisses on his face, taking in his scent and his look. He finally put you down, raising an eyebrow as you gawk at him. “What, do I look bad?” “No no, god no! You look…” your words fell short as you stared at him in awe.

His hair was growing back a little more, the short hair style really suited him, muscles definitely got bigger and let’s talk about the outfit choice. Black compression shirt with grey sweatpants and a simple silver chain on his neck that you gifted him before he left.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You smacked your teeth as you looked at Jimin again before playfully rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” Smiling from ear to ear, placing your hand in his, walking back to your car to grab something to eat and go home.

“I really missed you.” Jimin whispered kissing you on the lips before letting you drive off.

NSFW !

best believe Jimin is going crazy as soon as the sexual tension rises. Jimin wasn’t the only one touched starved for a year, you were going through it. No amount of sex toys or pre recorded voice messages could help you. Your craving grew stronger the moment you found out Jimin would be released today.

Perfectly sprawled out on the bed, back arching causing your chest to touch his as you moaned from the intense pleasure. He had to fuck you in missionary, he just had to. He missed the sight of your pretty face crying from pleasure as he feed you deep strokes. “You look so beautiful baby.” Jimin bit his bottom lip loving the way you clenched around his cock.

Gripping your love handles so tight that the pain was mixing with your pleasure, pulling him closer by the neck to kiss him deeply, god did y’all miss each other so much.

Bed creaking and skin slapping loud and clear in your room. “I love you so much Jimin.” You cried feeling closer than ever. Jimin lived for your whines, flipping you over on your stomach just to release another whine out of you.

“Yeah?” Jimin teases your hole by just putting his pink tip in that glisten with your essence. The whine you let slip past your mouth was so pornographic had Jimin’s eyes rolling in the back of his skull. “mhmm— missed you so much minie.” Wiggling your ass, Jimin hiss at the sound of your soaking pussy making squelching noises.

Mouth going wide as Jimin finally bottom inside of you. “Fuuck yes.” You moaned out, mind going blank as your ass clapped back against his pelvis. Jimin letting out a groan at the sight of your cum and his forming a ring around the base of his cock.

“Messy ass pussy.” Jimin mumbled to himself as he grippped your hips, fucking you into the mattress. “One year, one year of not being inside my pretty baby.” Jimin rambles on and on about wanting to be so close to you, and honestly, you can say the same— well not at this moment since your boyfriend is literally fucking you into oblivion. 

“I’m— Fuuck, I’m so close.” You whined out, gripping the sheets tight and moaning at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your soft thighs. “Me too pretty, gonna cum f’me?” You could feel Jimin’s cock twitch inside of you, moving your hand behind you to have him closer, Jimin smiled at the action as he moved his hand off your hip and interlocking it with yours. “I’m not going anywhere baby, don’t worry.” Jimin eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him so tight.

Jimin used his free hand to move to your center and rubbed your sensitive bud causing you to jolt from the sudden attention. “Let it out pretty, you deserve it..been waiting so long.” Your head was spinning, thighs shaking intensely as you came around his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Jimin groaned leaning down to pamper you in kisses, hips stuttering slightly as he felt close to his release. Using both of his hands to steady your hips as he came inside of you. So much cum entering you that some of it leaked out of you and onto the bed.

Jimin felt his body shiver as he moaned at the sight of his cum and yours creating such a mess as he pulled out slowly. A lewd pop sound as his tip pulled out. “Fuck.” Jimin looked up to see you ready to fall asleep. Lipgloss smudged on the pillow, edges sweated out, legs shaking, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body from the aftermath. Besides all that, you still looked beautiful in his eyes, planting a kiss on your shoulder before he got off the bed, still naked as he walked into the bathroom.

Aftercare is definitely a 10/10. He came back with a warm rag to clean you up and carried you to the bathroom so you could pee. You watched him run the bath water and added body wash to create bubbles. He looked at you with a smile. “You done.” Voice so sweet and caring, you nodded your head yes before wiping yourself clean and slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. Jimin held your hand and helped you into the tub.

He got in after you, getting behind you so you could rest your back on his chest comfortably. “This feels nice.” You smiled letting the soapy water cover your body. “It does.” Jimin mumbled as he moved his hands under water to caress your stomach until he reached your breast to massage them. You hummed as you closed your eyes leaning even more into him.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, Jimin grinned as he looked at you. “Don’t worry, daddy’s home now.”

Laughing at him you opened your eyes to see him smiling as well. “Omg Jimin.”

[red-hot-vampire-punk]

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[jeonbunnie]

hate you

pairing: reader x jeon jeongguk

summary: This time, the break up breaks Jeongguk

genre: angst

content/warnings: ex-boyfriend!jeongguk; established relationship;break up!au; drinking; suggestive thoughts

Soundtrack: hate you— by Jeongguk

a/n:hi hi! long time no see. thought i’d break into the new year with a lol drabble based on beloved lol drabble i wrote last year. you don’t have to read the last posts to understand but you read them for context here and here.

word count: 1.2K

It's not the truth. It's not the cure. But hatin' you's the only way it doesn't hurt.

Jeongguk tipped his head back, letting the liquid gold slide down his throat. Chugging his beer was nothing, especially when he’d had so much practice lately. But when he slammed down his empty glass on the bar, there was no satisfaction or warmth blooming in his chest to erase that hollow feeling lingering inside him since last year. 

Since you.

“Hey, slow down,” chided Namjoon beside him. “Haven’t you had enough?”

No. Jeongguk’s sure there’s not enough alcohol at this party to drown out the taste of your lips on his or the memory of what it felt like to hold you in his arms and feel your smile against his cheek. Not when he has a front-row seat to watch you do all those things with someone else. 

But damn it all to hell. He’d rather die trying than sit here sober with the cold, hard reality of watching you move on with someone new. 

Jeongguk doesn’t mean to be an ass, ignoring his best friend’s concerns (he’s sure they’re valid). It’s self-preservation, not noncompliance, that has him reaching back into the cooler to pull out another cold one. 

“Jeongguk, I’m worried about you.”

Jeongguk laughed. “I’m fine,” he said. . . But his voice is low and bitter and sharp like poison.

Namjoon shook his head, “You’re not fine, Jeongguk. You’ve been self-destructing since you broke up with (Y/n).”

“Yeah, well, maybe this is my karma.”

Jeongguk used to think luck or fate brought the two of you together, having always run in the same friend groups and circles. But now, it seemed his luck had run out, or fate thought it’d be a cruel joke to keep him in your orbit even after you broke up. 

No, this had to be some kind of punishment for running away from your love. In return, he was forced to watch your love story play out with someone else.

Literally. Jeongguk’s so fucking jealous; it’s all he can do not to stride across the room and rip you away from the stranger you’re currently entangled with. The sight is enough to make his blood boil, and he can’t help the tick in his jaw or keep the glare out of his eyes.  

 Jeongguk can’t stop staring at the fucker who has his tongue down your throat. 

It should be his tongue down your throat. His hands on your ass, pulling you close and your grinder, your bodies impossibly close, and only hoping to get closer. Because you’re his. 

Or at least you used to be.

The thought alone is enough to have Jeongguk flag down another drink. But before he could reach for another cold one, Namjoon blocked him off. “No. You’ve already had one too many.”

“So what? Who cares if I get a little fucked up?”

“I care. This isn’t you.”

Jeongguk couldn’t help the rueful smile that split across his lips. “Maybe it is me. I fucked it all up.”

That’s the worst part. That ugly feeling in his chest, the jealousy burning him up inside as he watched you love another. It was all his fault. 

It made Jeongguk sick to see you laugh, eyes sparking at something this asshole said because he remembers when that look was reserved only for him. And now here you were, giving it to another. Jeongguk knew he had no right to feel this jealousy. Not when he’s the one who set you free. But still—It should be him taking you home tonight, stripping off your clothes, pounding into your tight little—

Fuck.

Just the thought of having you again had him hard. He couldn’t turn it off, the need for you. He couldn’t keep his hands off you even when he ended things. He replayed that last night in his head like a broken record, but he couldn’t rewind time like he did his memories.

“Jeongguk. . .are you crying?”

“No,” he said. And then, “Maybe.”

“We don’t have to be here. You wanna get fucked up? We can do that in any bar. It doesn’t have to be here. 

“Why are you torturing yourself?” 

“You’re a good friend, Joon. But I can’t. I can’t walk away.” Yeah, he knew it was ruining him, making him bitter, but if this was the only way he could be close to you, then so be it.

He can’t help it. That’s what he tells himself. He can’t help but watch you—crave you—even if you don’t so much as glance in his direction.

Or maybe he’s torturing himself because it’s what he deserves. 

“I’m not gonna watch you destroy yourself over some girl.”

“She’s not just some girl.”

You were everything. You were golden. Or at least that’s what it felt like, loving you. 

You were the heat of summer. The only warmth on a cold winter day. You were the golden light of the first sunrise and the radiant glow of the sun setting low. You were the only bright spot in this cold, dark world.

You were the fucking sun. 

And without you, Jeongguk might as well be dead inside. 

Jeongguk wasn’t blind (but god, did he wish he was right now). He knew it was over. It was clear as day you’d moved on—and worse—that you’re happy with someone new, someone that’s not him. He starts towards you, ready to tell you as much, get on his knees, beg your forgiveness again, and plead for your safe return into his arms when the world tilts and his vision blurs.

It’s Joon who helped him stay upright. Joon, who took the beer can from his hands and slung an arm around his shoulder, guided him through the crowd. 

“You’re so wasted up right now. I’m taking you home.” 

Joon, who drove him back to his apartment and led him to the bed. 

It felt like seconds, or maybe it’s been hours; Jeongguk couldn’t tell. He’s too fucked up to be sure of the footsteps he takes passing between doors. He only knew where he was when his face planted into the comforter, and the laundry scent told him he was home.

Because it’s your scent. Or rather, the smell of your laundry detergent. It was the only thing you left behind when you moved out, and now Jeongguk bought it for himself, clinging to the only piece of you he could have. He could almost pretend you were right there with him if he got under the sheets and closed his eyes.

Jeongguk’s the one who broke it off, but he can’t even remember the reason why now. It was stupid, thinking your relationship was too comfortable, too boring. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good, wasn’t it? Why did he ever want to explore something else? But in the short months you were apart, all he discovered was that for him, there was no one else.

Jeongguk wished he could blame it on something, someone, anything else. It’d be easy to blame it on you, but you were blameless. He almost wished that you lied, that the betrayal he felt blooming had started when you were still together so that this anger inside him could be directed elsewhere.  

It’d be so much easier to paint you as the villain, but that’s not who you are in his story. You’re the one who got away. 

It’d be so much easier for Jeongguk to hate you—not love you.

But he can’t. So, instead, he just hates himself. 

For being weak and losing you.

For falling in love too late. 

[god-i-hope-so]

I wonder how many of Tommy haters ever experienced racism. My guess is a very small part of them because let me tell you one thing: you don't spend after work time with your racist coworker on your own. EVER. You don't share stories and jokes with them. EVER. You know the mental cost of spending time with a racist when you're a poc? No you don't. And you think Hen and Chim would choose to spend their free time with a racist instead of anyone else? Instead of going home? No one forced them, and there's no one else. They decided to have drinks together because Tommy changed and they want to support change.

You can call out his past behavior, absolutely, and I did it myself because it needs to be done. You know what needs to be done too? Acknowledge positive change. It's crucial to see and support change. Change is what makes the world better, little by little. But you wouldn't know if you're not a poc, right? How does it feel to be a white knight trying to get some "good ally" points from the poc you use for you hate campaign? All that for a fucking ship? Is it worth it? Do you have your ship canon now?

But please, educate me on racism and how Hen and Chim acted in S2, apparently forced (by who?) to spend their free time with Tommy.

[sugdendingle]

Let's be real there's only one juicy peach he was talking about here

[7brownsuga7]

Reassurance | Taehyung

MDNI!

Taehyung had a habit of making you watch yourself in the mirror as he pleased you. The glow of the dimly lit room casting a soft golden hue over your reflection. Taehyung standing behind you, his chest flush against your back, his arms wrapped securely around you.

Presence solid, warm, and intoxicating. His dark eyes meet yours in the mirror, filled with something deeper than desire—something reassuring, grounding.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice thick with admiration as his hands trace slow, deliberate patterns over your bare skin. His lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitches as his fingers glide lower, teasing, testing. “You’re doing so well for me, baby,” he whispers, the deep tone of his voice washing over you like a lullaby. He knows he has you in a vulnerable position - bare and open. But he’s proud of you, he wants you to see what he sees every time he touches you and fucks you. You should be able to witness how beautiful you look when you take him.

His finger circles around your wet hole - collecting the moisture before sliding in between your folds. You jerk at the soothing and sinful touch, chest rising as you study yourself in the mirror. Your face flushed, skin glowing, and eyes glimmering. Your eyes lower to his slender fingers as they rub your clit - causing your knees to buckle.

“I’ve got you” his voice soothes you as you adjust to the feeling of this intense pleasure. His hold around you tightens when he adds a finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out - earning a few breathless sighs from you. Every whispered praise, every slow stroke of his fingers, every deliberate movement pulls you deeper into the moment, into him.

Your fingers clutch at the cool surface of the vanity, your body arching into his touch. “Taehyung…” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut, but he tuts softly, one hand tilting your chin back up.

“Look at yourself,” he orders gently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want you to see how perfect you are—how much I adore you.”

His touch is slow, reverent, as if he’s savoring every inch of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Every part of you. Do you see what I see?”

You nod, breath catching as his fingers trace down your sides, teasing, exploring. He watches your expression in the mirror, eyes dark yet tender. When your gaze flickers downward, hesitant, he tilts your chin back up with gentle fingers.

“Don’t look away,” he whispers.

His hands continue their slow worship, and a soft whimper escapes your lips. He shushes you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

You exhale shakily, leaning into him, trusting him. He strokes soothing circles into your skin, grounding you. “I’ve got you,” he reassures. “I always do. Just focus on me. Focus on how good you feel.”

His movements become more deliberate, his lips trailing along your neck as he whispers, “You deserve this. You deserve to be cherished.”

And in that moment, with his warmth surrounding you, his touch guiding you, you believe him.

[iveneverbeenhere]

✂️Reaction to Namjoon’s Buzzcut✂️

Genre: Fluff

A/N: WOOOOOO ANOTHER NAMJOON x READER LETS FUCKIN GO

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“Baldie.”

That was the first thing you said to Namjoon when he shaved his head.

“You look like a giant dandelion.”

That is what you said to him when he dyed his hair a silverly-blonde.

After a few months of having a buzzcut, you’ve grown accustomed to it. You both lay in your shared bed; your limbs tangled into each other like loose rope knots. Namjoon lays on your chest, clad in nothing but his baggy sweats. Your face lies halfway into the pillow and Namjoon’s head; one hand holds Namjoon’s while the other makes a soothing back-and-forth motion on Namjoon’s head. His small strands of hair prick you like his head is a dormant grass field. It reminds you of when you were a kid; running around and getting lost in the neighborhood park in the late fall hours. Namjoon swears he can feel you humming his new song into his scalp.

“Do you like it?”

“Hm?”

“My hair, I mean?”

“Yeah. It suits you.”

Namjoon burrows himself further into your chest, closing his eyes. He swears he feels you smile into his scalp.

[linos-luna]

Be quiet ❣️

Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ SMUT! Rough sex, jealousy

Not proofread

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The room was filled with the noise of skin slapping, grunting, and the slightest whimpers that could escape your lips. ‘Could’ is the key word.

Yoongi was taking you from behind, covering your mouth as he mercilessly fucked you against the wall. Desperate moans and whimpers were smothered by his big hand, squeezing lightly as a warning.

“Hey, quiet!” He whispered in your ear. “You don’t want my friends to hear, do you?”

You almost forgot that his friends were right outside the door. Congregating in the living room, waiting for you and your boyfriend to come out. What were they there for? If only you could remember. You have no thoughts, if it wasn’t for your boyfriend covering your mouth, you’d definitely be loud.

But how did you get here? You were hanging out with his friends. Someone mentioned something about your skirt. And next thing you know, you’re being fucked against the wall with your panties at your ankles and skirt hiked up. Was he mad about something? It sure felt like it.

“Stupid sutty little skirt…” he grunted as he went extra hard on that sweet spot, enunciating each word, making your brain malfunction.

Your moans sounded more like squeaks as he reached to finger your clit. This had your body twitching

“Does my sweet girl wanna cum?” He teased with a pout. “Is she gonna make a mess all over for me?”

You couldn’t answer. Partially because his hand was still firmly covering your mouth, and the fact that you’re too drunk on sex to think.

Tears streamed down your face as you hit that orgasm. All your energy released, practically making you fall limp against him.

Yoongi pulled out and pulled you back against his chest, now holding onto your chin.

“Wow baby.” Your boyfriend smirked as he continued rubbing his fingers along your cunt, making you shake and whimper, doing your best to stay quiet. “You’re good at following directions.”

He can’t wait to take you out of the room. To have you dressed like nothing happened, knowing full well that he just fucked your brains out. Or maybe he should let them know. You wouldn’t mind a little humiliation, right? Plus, that’ll show his friends not to make sly comments. Why not make them jealous?

[vhyunjinverse]

“TALK!”

p. jimin x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated!! <3

warnings: smut !, squirting, reader is a bit on the more thicker side (but still can be read in any way that you like!), pussy eating, whiny Jimin, dirty talk

You didn’t talk much. It wasn’t a huge thing for you- or better yet, it wasn’t huge when it came to talking to people you didn’t know. Those close to you got many, many words. Strangers? Not a thing. You’d rather sell a leg. You didn’t speak unless spoken to, it’s respectful.

You’ve just always been a quiet girl. Even when you met your favorite celebrities. All seven of them standing there, smiling at your small group of people. A group trip for college, you’re a dance major. It was only a matter of time before meeting them but this early in your career is insane. The nerves you felt, looking up at them to see them already staring back at you.

It was even worse with Jimin between your legs, your thick thighs being held, one being on his shoulder. “Cmon…still won’t say a thing?” You look down at him nervously, shying away behind your crochet sleeve.

“It’s hot.” you swallow, feeling the tip of his tongue kiss your clit. He hums softly, head lifting up just a bit to stare at you. He was so fucking scary at times. “…Jimin-“

“I love it when you talk.” He dips back in like nothing happened. Moaning softly, you feel the spit roll off his tongue onto your leaking cunt. “My pretty girl..” he muttered into your heat. You gasp quietly, biting down on your lip. His thumb rubbed small circles onto your thighs to calm you. He ate you out slowly, savoring every taste of you- every drop of cum that leaked from your wet cunt.

You trembled. Your hands holding onto the yarn of your sleeves. You whine softly- quietly, but Jimin heard just enough of you. How breathless you sound when you call his name. It wasn’t a secret he was experienced…some people seemed to think the opposite. You knew better though. “Fuck-“ you gasp, crying out. It was embarrassing, a silent moaner like yourself croaking the second Jimin’s fingers laid on you.

A fucking mess he made out of you. Sloppily eating your cunt, tongue flicking inside of you. You shut your eyes, feeling your body heat up- or maybe you were hot to begin with. Sweat bedding your forehead, hands finding a way to Jimin’s hair. You rutted against his plump lips, small whines of “Jimin please…” absentmindedly slipping as you came. You held him in place, wet cunt squeezing around whatever you could. Still, his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit while you rode out your orgasm on his face.

You couldn’t breathe. You felt his touch on the hand in his hair. Too tight, you figured. You release him, hand soothing over the spot. He sits up, erection obvious in the shorts he wore.

“Shit..” He chuckles. He looks over your form, biting his lip on how vulnerable you looked. You glance up at him, spreading your legs wider. Your glistening pussy on display. “Sweet girl..shall I fuck you now? Or are we still playing the quiet game? I mean you lost and everything-“ He licks the slick off his lips, tugging the shorts down to let his cock spring free. Tip pink and leaking. If you weren’t spread out for him you’d kick his hip from his little comments.

Every part of him was just so cute. His body leans over yours almost perfectly, part from the kisses he littered on your neck, up your face, to your lips.

“You alright?” he murmurs softly to you, tucking his face into your neck. “Need a break baby?” You found yourself lifting your legs just a bit.

“..I’m okay..just put it in.” You turn your head a bit, kissing the side of his hair. You shut your eyes once again, Jimin’s cock slipping between your folds. You moan loudly, aching clit throbbing. Every inch of him being sucked in, how you waited and waited..he was such a fucking tease but you loved it. Jimin shudders above you, a small whine leaving his lips as he drew his hips back.

“Oh fuck-“ You roll your hips in sync with his. The thick head of his cock disappearing further with each thrust. Whining softly, your mouth falls open. Jimin speeding up his pace. Your body so sensitive every inch of you felt on fire- every bit on edge. Your legs shook, he held them almost instantly to steady himself. Repeated hard thrusts fucking into your gushing cunt. “Ah- hah…J-Jimin-!” You felt your orgasm near.

Cock twitching inside of you, he slowed down. His moans becoming louder, pants heavier, his eyes fluttering. A whiny moan tearing from his throat as he looked down at you. Sweat covering his chest, balls slapping against your ass. Aside from the wet sounds coming from your bodies connecting, Jimin was going crazy. He started mumbling, gasping when your hole tightened around him.

“..gonna fuck this pussy..gonna cum inside you s’much baby…takin’ me so well so good fuck-“

You came with a silent scream, your body trembling, toes curled as you held onto the man with everything left in you. He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he tucked his face into your shoulder. Hips rolling into you to ride out his orgasm. Jimin panted above you, a small chuckle leaving his lips while he kissed below your ear

Of course that was only the first round..he’d be filling you up more before you know it.

[misbangtan]

JIN HOLY FUCK 🔥🔥🔥

[minyoongisprivateaccount]

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rkive There are certain scents and textures that evoke feelings of home, like the smell of fresh laundry or the aroma of a hearty soup simmering on the stove on a cold day. These sensations not only bring warmth, but also a sense of comfort and nostalgia. If it were possible to embody that feeling of warmth and comfort in a person, for me, that person is you. Although we've only known each other for a short time, every touch and shared laugh has filled me with a sense of comfort and ease. I've yet to find the words to adequately express these emotions, but for now, I'll simply say that you bring me that feeling of belonging and magnitude to you.

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