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If anyone is selling BTS tickets for Hamilton, Ontario please let me know!

I have been trying to get tickets since they went on sale to surprise my best friend for her 16th birthday. Please, if any of you are selling, or know anyone who is selling, 2 tickets for any 3 of the days please let me know.

Please, even if you aren’t selling tickets, signal boost this. I am kind of desperate lol

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So YouTube is Screwing Over Small Channels

Hey guys. You know my best friend is Juju over at @exoticdaydreams. She runs a fashion, beauty and music YouTube channel and right now she has barely over 400 subs. She also runs a K-Pop Game themed channel. This is her livelihood. It is how she makes her own money because she is in too poor of health to work a job. No one is willing to hire her.  

She just told me YouTube will no longer be allowing her, or anyone else, to monetize their videos if they have under 1000 subs. And as you can imagine, that fucks people over. That fucks her over. 

My friend worked hard to earn her first cheque from YouTube not that long ago. That 100 dollars made all the difference to her. She needs this to be able to contribute to her household and YouTube is taking it away because they deem both of her channels as not popular enough. 

9500 people follow this blog. And she only needs another six hundred subs to be able to monetize again. 

Please please sub to her channel. She really needs to be able to make money off of her videos. You don’t even have to watch her content, but please do her a big favour and subscribe anyways. Without this money, she doesn’t have a reliable way to help her household or put money aside for herself should she need it for a medical emergency. You know how shitty the US health system is right now. 

It would mean the world to me if you would go help her out. Both of her channels rock and right now she isn’t making any revenue from either. Please, just help her be able to monetize again. It will mean the world to her too. 

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-Admin Katie

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The Executioner - Rap Monster (Drabble)

Genre: Angst/Drabble/Historical (Middle/Dark Ages) POV: Third (He/She, Him/Her) Word Count: 400 A/N: HAPPY NAMJOON DAY! I wrote this yesterday, and I will probably write one or two more, so just watch out for those lol) -Katie

WARNING: Public Execution, Graphic depictions of blood/Execution via ax, Eeath

A tale as old as time itself. A princess and a frog. An angel and demon. A young lady scraping together enough money for a loaf of bread, and a young man doing something much more gruesome.

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Everything about him had her hooked. From the apathetic look in his eye as he picked up the ax, to the gruff way he pulled his hood off as he travelled from the beheaded body. His silent anger as he sat in front of her, ordering pint after pint to drain away the memories of the day.

Everyone knew him; everyone feared him. She sometimes wondered if there would ever be a time where he could be normal. Where they wouldn’t be shunned for what was between them.

People called him by what he was; The Executioner. He was, and always will be, known as that repulsive name.

Especially when he had to bind her hands, a woven cloth shoved between her teeth, bending her over the blood-stained wood, picking up the ax, waiting for the demand to be called.

“This woman has been convicted for the death of three officers of the law, illegal cross-border trade, and illegal business dealing with foreign hierarchy.” The wretched man called to the crowd, turning towards the sunken frame before him, her hair cascading down and around her, the cloth gag silencing her sobs.

Namjoon could hear from his place a poisonous whisper escape the man, each word cutting like a knife.

“We are gonna slaughter you like the pig that you are.”

He must have had more to say, but before any other word could slither out of his mouth, Namjoon was swinging the heavy ax above his head, the sharp metal blade separating the man’s head clean from his body.

Grabbing her arm, he picked her bloodied frame from the ground, away from the beheaded man, down the stairs and to the stable.

He cut her binds, lifted her onto a horse, and sent her away from the city to the closest border. He watched as she rode away from him, her body slowly getting smaller and smaller as the distance between them grew bigger and bigger.

Namjoon was executed that evening for high treason and endangerment of the King, but if he had the chance, he wouldn’t have changed a thing.

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Word never reached his lost love. She built a life for herself in her new country, boarders away from her birthplace. She tried to find love, have a family. But the same question always nagged at the back of her mind, her whole heart fully occupied by the man in the black hood. Do you miss ever me?

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The she-sus thing is from beautiful not war of hormone... Right? Lol

I believe so, haha thank you anon! We are fixing it now :)~Katie

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Semi-Permanent Hiatus

This is probably the hardest post I have ever had to make on this blog, but I think its for the best. The Admins of bts-exo-reactions have decided to go on a semi-permanent hiatus until further notice. If we have something we would like to post, such as a typography/edit or a scenario, then we will post it. But requests are closed. If you have any questions please send us a message, but any requests will be deleted. The reason for this is that we are all extremely busy. Two of us are entering high school, and the other is studying for her SATs. When we are back we will be better than ever. We can promise that. We love you all so so much. Xoxo Katie

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G'day! Can I please have an EXO and BTS (if you can) reaction to their gf being really depressed, but had a strong front that makes everyone believe she's happy and full of life. But he didn't know nor did he see any signs until she told him (becuz even though she's had depression for a long time, she doesn't cut, she lets it destroy her on the inside) thank you so so much! (If you're wondering why it's so specific, is because it's how I feel. I feel so alone sometimes)

BABY GIRL IF U EVER FEEL LONLEY AGAIN HMU ON MY PERSONAL

Jin: Jin, not being able to put the pieces together would be v suprised , but mama jin would make sure you get the medical attention you need. Hed even just listen to you rant about your feelings for hours on end 

Hoseok: HOBI OUR PRECIOUS BABY WOULD COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL. Hed make sure to push out any negative energy around you and would always comfort you when you feel down.

Jungkook: He probably wouldnt know how to deal with this as he’s never been  exposed to these types of situations. but would make sure to give you emotional support whenever.

Jimin: It would upset jimin so much knowing the person he loved most felt that way. Jimin would do his best to lift your moods and keep you happy. He would dedicate more of his time with you, letting you know everyday that your perfect

Rap Monster: he would be angry at himself for not knowing sooner, hed probably beat himself over it for days. He would make sure you get the medical help you need while letting you know that everything was going to be okay 

Suga: Hed be very suprised by it and it would deeply upset him. The bb would often try and distract you from your feelings and have you talk to him and get all that negative ish out.

Tae: *DEPRESSION = SADNESS gotta make my bb happy*

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Well SINCE YOU SAID I CAN! Bts reaction to their gf with big boobs take them on bra shopping and wants them to see every single one on her and tell her what they think (is this weird or boring and if it is you dont need to do it)

ENNjoOYY

Jin: Jin would be very confident in taking you and helping you pick the best bra.

Suga: “BRa ShOpping?? .. okay,, no problem”

Hoseok: “Will YOu ModEL ThEm For ME ;)”

Namjoon: @ Victoria secrets *CONFLICTED* WHERE CAN I LAY MY EYES

Tae: *Confuzzled* “CuPS??!”

Jimin: 

Jungkook: BB MAKNAE WOULD BE SO AWKWARD OMFF

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BTS - Beautiful typography

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EXO Reaction to Their GF Having Small Hands

Baekhyun:

He would laugh about the size difference, only because he loves it so much.

Chanyeol:

This tree guy would hold your hands, always complementing how they fit so perfectly into his larger hand.

Chen:

This little shit would tease you about it- in a joking way, of course- even though you both know he finds it adorable and loves the way your hands fit perfectly together.

D.O:

Being a smol person himself, Kyungsoo would greatly enjoy being larger than someone in any case. He would love holding them and feeling big.

Lay:

This man lives for all that is adorable, so you just know he’d absolutely love holding and kissing your small hands all the time.

Sehun:

Sassy little maknae, he'd tease you endlessly about it; "jagi, can you grab the- oh wait never mind it won't fit in your hands I'll get it myself." Despite this, he'd secretly think it's super cute and would adore holding your lil hands.

Suho:

Junmyeon always being sweet, he would never mention anything about your hands unless it was so complement them.

Xiumin:

Minseok would appreciate your hands being smaller, and when you would say something negative about them, he would say something along the lines of “Everyone has something they don’t like about themselves. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you are beautiful no matter what.”

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Healing

Word Count: 3,038

POV: First

Genre: Smut/Angst

Author: AK-P

Message: I hope this satisfies your lustful thoughts! It may be a tearjerker to some, but that only adds to the experience, I guess! 

Synopsis: 

An encounter with a young, hurt Jungkook. A night never to forget. 

Trigger Warning: Violence, Mental Illness, Drug Use, Death

From Jungkook’s perspective 

“Get out of the house right now! I mean it, Jungkook. One less fucking mouth to feed. Get the fuck out. I don’t need you here. Go look for another place to stay. I couldn’t give less of a shit about you leaving me. I regretted you the day you were born.” she told me. She landed a firm slap on my face. My mother and I were constantly in some state of tension after my father died from a drug overdose. “it’s your fault. All your fault.” she’d tell me. “You neglected him.” It wasn't my fault. It never really was. And I knew that. Dad was always a fucking druggy, but he never beat us the way my mother did. I wanted to look up to him, I really did, but the drugs. Those fucking drugs, I swear to god. I could never give him the label of “good father.” How the fuck was a thirteen year-old supposed to know how to take care of an addict? 

I remember the first time I saw him chasing the dragon. He was sweating, beads of liquid dripping down his face. He turned around to look at me, white powder caked around his nose and above his mouth. It was disgusting. "Jungkook, turn around. Don't look at me. I don't want you to see." He was startled by my sudden movement, frantically attempting to wipe the powder off his face. I ran out of the house and onto the street, falling over and scraping my knee in the process. Tears fell down my cheeks, and my head hit the pavement. The next thing I remember was waking up in my friend's room on her bed. "____? What am I doing here?" I asked her, pulling the sheets off my legs, my blurred vision scanning the room.  "I saw you in the street. Your head and knees were bleeding, you were sweating, and you were passed out in the street. I wasn't just going to leave my best fucking friend in the street, idiot." She leaned over and pulled me into her embrace. "Jungkook. You're going to be okay." She stroked my hair, and tears rolled down my face, heavy sobs ensuing. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sweat and vanilla mixed together. Good lord, did I fucking sob that night. I didn’t even want to leave her house and go back to my shitty dump of a place. I didn’t want to see my dad ever again. That was years ago. I’m eighteen now, and for some reason, I haven’t learned to get over the fact that my dad was a damn coke head. 

I wake up in the middle of the night- my nightmare is his bloodshot eyes staring at me and hoarse voice telling me to turn around. I wake up sweating, my sheets damp. And every single time, ____ has to put me back to sleep. 

From ____’s perspective

He woke up again. He always does. I wrapped him in my arms and he sobbed into the crook of my neck. I planted kisses on his forehead, reassuring him and pulling him tighter into my embrace. Jungkook wasn’t always like this. Back in the day, when we were around thirteen or so, I remember him being the happiest kid. His smile was so beautiful, and I remember falling in love with it every day. He was so unaware of the effect he had on me. His happiness was my happiness, his sorrows mine as well. He barely even smiles anymore, especially after what happened with his father. I understand why, though. He has no reason to. But he always saves the tiniest shred of happiness he still has for me. And I appreciate, more than anything in this world, that he does so. 

As he sobbed on, I felt a fever growing on him. “Jungkook. Jungkook, wake up. Wake up.” His sobs quieted. I shook him, but he wouldn’t respond, so I listened to his breathing. It was labored and heavy. His sweat grew cold, and this time, it was me sobbing. I left him alone for a little to grab a wet towel and put it on his forehead. He was in the same state as before I left him, breathing heavily and unresponsive. I quietly cried as I sat by him for the night, watching over his breathing and temperature. In the early hours of the morning, I felt his hand on my arm, abruptly waking me up. “Junkook. Jungkook?” “____?” Relief washed over me as he responded to my words. I lay my head on his chest, and he stroked my hair. Words couldn’t express my relief. 

Present Day- 3 years later

From Jungkook’s perspective

“One more shot.” she asked the bartender. “Don’t you think that’s a bit too much for you? I don’t want you to fucking die, jesus christ.” I was worried. In the span of that night, I’d only had a beer, and she was already on her sixth shot of tequila. I was such a damn lightweight. “No. She won’t be having another one.” I said, as I left a tip on the counter. I dragged her out of the bar, angered slurs leaving her mouth. “Come on Jungkook. Let me fucking have it.” “No.” I simply answered. Fucking christ, she was so drunk. I led her to the car, and drove us home, as the beer wore off. She was in no position to be driving. 

We arrived back at our apartment, and ____ fumbled for the keys. I moved her hand aside and reached into her pocket and grabbed them. I opened the door, and she led herself in, crashing down on the couch. I turned the lights on and watched as she took off her jacket. “Jungkook.” she whispered playfully. “Jungkook. I wanna do something. Let’s do something.” This wasn’t even her. It was the alcohol talking. She slowly started to unbutton her shirt and pants, walking over to me as she did so. Fuck, I was tired, and definitely not ready to have sex with her again that night, but I did the same. I saw the shirt and pants fly somewhere else in the room as she threw them and straddled herself on my lap. She was never like this. It was a side of her I’d never seen before. 

Our lips played together in a stint of heat, lust, and alcohol, our moans intertwining as we went on. I felt her move from my lips down my face, and finally to my neck, where I felt her teeth as she sucked little red and purple marks onto my skin. I moaned as I pulled on her hair and grasped her neck. She moved downward to my chest, starting to leave the marks all over my collarbone.

I pushed her back onto the couch, and she held onto my arm, bring me down with her. “Come on Jungkook. Let’s get to the fun stuff. Please.” she begged, words slurred and unclear.  And I obliged. I started leaving those marks all over her, from her neck to her chest, and even down her thighs. I stopped in front of her core, already heated and wet from our previous activity. She was already brimming with excitement, and I could tell. So I refused to give into the rest of her wants- she’d have to beg for what she needed from me, especially because I had already granted her wish of going further. I took her panties off agonizingly slow, to the point where she was desperately begging for me to take the off. I took even more of my time to make her wait longer. I’d decided that I wanted to taste her right then and there, so I quickly took them off and satisfied my own needs instead. I used my tongue to lick all the places I knew would drive her crazy. I wanted more. 

Her hands moved down grip my head, tangling themselves in my hair and giving the occasional pull. It was like ecstasy to her, a pure high. I didn’t let her orgasm, though. That was for later. But for now, I slowly ate her out, knowing she was mentally begging me to go harder. 

From ____’s perspective

I was so drunk, my words slurred as Jungkook guided me to the car. I can barely remember anything from that night but his reprimands and the way he pleasured me when we got home from the bar. “I’ll fucking get it.” he snapped at me, grabbing the keys out of my pocket and unlocking the door himself. My drunken self loving every second he was aggressive. It was almost amusing to me. 

On a whim, I decided that I wanted to have sex with Jungkook then and there, so I ripped my shirt off, my pants, too. I was almost bare, except for the pink and black balconette bra and panties. I’d worn them thinking that I might possibly have sex that night- it was just a little something. 

I saw his flushed expression, growing redder and more furious by the minute. The whole experience was blurry- somewhere, I saw a black blur where his shirt was flying, and another where his pants were doing the same. 

Our lips intertwined in lust and aggression. It was delicious, “fucking delicious”, Jungkook might have said. I could feel all of his anger, his disgust, despair, everything, absolutely everything. I sloppily moved down his body, sucking at it, leaving hickies all over him. I knew he was enjoying it, so I kept going. I could tell that he was letting his carnal side get the best of him, as he was constantly pulling at my hair and grasping my neck. I begged that we go further, so he pushed me back onto our couch, and started returning the favor of leaving hickies all over. 

He moved down at an agonizing pace. It was horrible but tantalizing at the same time, and it burned the fire within me the same way vodka burned one’s throat at during the first taste. Finally, he took my panties off slowly, knowing very well that I wanted him to go ahead and taste me already. He started licking down toward my core, and then started sucking on my clit. It was insanity, and he was holding back on what he could really do. I’d already drifted off on a tangent of bliss, wanting him to go further and further, until I finally came, but I knew he was going to let his dominant side get the best of him. He didn’t let me come, wanting to pleasure himself already. I was almost at tears. 

From Jungkook’s perspective

She looked as though she was about to cry. I wanted to keep on going all night, so I wasn’t going to let her fucking come. I kept on sucking at her until she went crazy, her slurred words getting more and more unclear. I decide that I wanted to be inside of her then and there, so I spread her legs apart and let myself in. Her face contorted in surprise, my sudden penetration eliciting a lustful moan from her. “Jungkook, fuck, oh my god.” she yelled. I felt her hands as they crept up and down my back as I pounded into her. She started to pull at my hair, her grip getting tighter and tighter at each thrust I made. 

I could feel myself almost letting go and nearly coming, but I kept on going. It seemed like hours and hours that I thrusted into her, the moans coming from her only growing louder. I kept on thrusting, nearly at my breaking point, and I decided to let her finally come. I did the same myself moments later, the tension in my body releasing into her. 

It wasn’t over, though. I asked her if she was ready to go further, past what we’d already explored. Fuck, was I excited. “Yeah, babe, I’m ready.” she moaned, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

I got off the couch and searched for my pants, my belt still lodged in their loops. I caught a glint of the belt’s sliver buckle somewhere behind the couch, and I reached for it. I heard  _____ moving around on the couch, changing her position to get ready. My dominant side was starting to come into play as I felt the belt in my hands. For the last time, I whispered into ____’s ear, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” She moaned back in consent, holding her ass up in the air. 

I hit the couch with the belt once as a practice round, and I prepared myself for what was to come. I then hit ____’s ass with the belt, a red streak immediately making its way across. She yelped in both pain and pleasure, nodding and giving me the okay to keep on going. So I did. I repeatedly struck her with my belt, each strike causing her to moan. Her voice was going raspy from how much she did so, continuing to get even raspier as I kept on striking. She loved the way I dominated her- it was fucking thrilling to her, that’s why. And how did I know she loved it? There was a glimmer of insanity that glowed in her eyes each time we fucked like this, a sort of insanity that caused her to crave more and more and more. It wasn’t particularly hard to spot. 

From ____’s perspective

Fuck, did his belt hurt against my skin. I could feel the skin on my ass going raw and red, nearly breaking. It seemed as though we went on for hours, when, in reality, it had been a mere fifteen minutes that he kept on striking me. I loved every single moment of it, wanting it to go on longer, but knowing that my body couldn’t take anymore. “Stop, please, Jungkook.” I yelped. He looked surprised, but immediately stopped. “Babe, are you okay?” he asked me gently. I nodded in response, biting my lip from pain I still felt. He let everything go. It was as if he’d released all of his emotions out on me; the evidence was the various marks left all over my body, especially those from the belt. 

I rolled over onto my back and winced a little bit, Jungkook slowly inching his way toward my lips. He bit and sucked on my bottom lip, surely leaving a bruise behind. I returned the favor, but intended to leave an even darker mark on him. That fire in him wanted to bite me hard, but he held back. “Why?” I thought. I figured he’d wanted to be more gentle, so as not to cause me anymore of the pain I so coveted. I wanted all of him tonight, not for him to hold back like this. I looked up at him and saw his face painted with a tired expression. He usually wasn’t like this. 

Without saying a word, he picked his clothes up and made his way to the bathroom. I followed him, trying to grab at his hand, only to have my own shoved away. He washed himself off a little and wiped everything away, leaving almost all evidence of that night behind. “Jungkook, you need to tell me what’s wrong before I can help you, okay?” I said. I became irritated- he just wouldn’t tell me anything. I tried snapping him out of it, but he seemed focused on whatever was on his mind. The bedroom seemed closer and closer as we walked toward it, and Jungkook slipped into bed. I wasn’t understanding him, so I put a shirt on and did the same. 

From Jungkook’s Perspective

Thoughts started to bother me again, and I couldn’t fucking keep up with the sex I was having. ____ seemed to be enjoying it, and I didn’t want to stop her from doing so, but I had to get away. I felt tired having all the thoughts of all the times I was hit reminding me of the moments I struck her with my belt. I just couldn’t fucking do it. Sex with her was tiring and emotionally taxing on the both of us. I wanted to tell her what was on my mind, but felt as though it wouldn’t be necessary. ____ grabbed my hand, and I quickly pulled away. The look in her eyes made me feel guilty, like I was like an adult who had to take candy away from a kid. She wasn’t noticing the tears that welled up in her eyes, or the redness from how angry and irritated she was with the fact that I didn’t want to burden her with my thoughts. 

Without saying anything to her, I fell asleep, another nightmare about mom and dad hurting me again. I hated it. All of it. The pain in the nightmare was almost as real as what I’d truly felt. It was horrifying. 

Nightmares caused me to wake up, and I had to catch my breath. ____ was awake next to me like always, embracing and comforting me and whispering “It’s alright. You’re okay, babe. They’re not here.” 

I fucking hated having to burden her this way. Through all the years together, she’d always have to comfort me in one way or the other. I don’t understand why I wasn’t strong enough to handle my problems myself. I didn’t always want to depend on her for comfort, to be selfish and always have to deny her any of my love because I wasn’t capable of giving it. I hated that.

 From ____’s Perspective

 Jungkook woke from his usual nightmares. He was sweating profusely, even more so than normal. He seemed angry, more so frustrated with himself. I didn’t understand his thoughts at the time, but he moved closer to me and pulled me under his arm into an embrace. It was a first for him, a small step closer to being able to understand him.

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A Blog Entry

Word Count: 1,308

POV: First Person

Genre: Smut 

Author: AK-P

Synopsis:

You decide to write about a particularly outstanding experience with your roommate on your blog, refusing to leave out a single detail having to do with the affair.

____’s Blog Entry- 15:00

It’s been about two weeks since I’ve had sex with one of my seven roommates. I can’t seem to get it out of my head. Sexual tension is felt each time we pass each other, ever since that one time. I don’t know what’s going to turn out from this, but anyways here’s what happened.

I woke up from my nap at around 19:00, got myself several beers from the fridge, and sat down in the living room to drunkenly watch one of my favorite shows (fuck I don’t remember what it’s called what it’s called but it’s about that one super rich family that’s always doing stupid shit, criticizing each other, getting plastic surgery, blah blah blah. You guys know who I’m talking about, right? On). So I turned on the T.V. and watched for a good 20 minutes until I heard moaning coming from the hallway. The voice it came from sounded pretty deep, so I went through the bedrooms, checking if there was something wrong with any of the guys. They were all fast asleep- these guys could sleep for days, no fucking kidding. I reached the end of the hallway near my bedroom, and the moaning got super damn loud. I opened the door to Namjoon jerking off. His hand was moving up and down so quickly, and he moaned so hard until he saw me and figured out that I knew very well what he was doing. 

I stood in the door way smirking at him, ready to laugh my ass off. Being myself, I made my way over to the side of his bed to see what he was watching on that phone of his. It was one of those bondage videos, in which either the guy or the girl is tied up and they’re doing something like being whipped or fucked. “Learn to fucking knock, please.” he said. He the sheets of his bed up so that the little tent his dick pitched would be a little less visible. It was funny, really. I think he was maintaining that hard-on of his because he was turned on by the idea of getting caught.

He pulled me toward him and whispered harshly, “If you fucking tell ANYONE you caught me beating my meat, you’re never going to hear the end it, okay?” Still maintaining my smirk, I nodded at him. The idea of having drunk sex with him then and there seemed pretty feasible at the time, so me, being the sexually deprived horndog that I am, walked over the other side of his bed and got in with him. He looked over at me like I was a meat market in my shorts and sports bra, like he wanted so desperately to fuck hard. He knew what I wanted, so he straddled himself on top of me and started to make out with me. Rough. I’m talking rough like the stuff you read about in fan fiction (I know! I’m still not over the fact that it happened, okay guys? It was fucking awesome!1!!1!!111!1). My lips were purple and bruised up after that. And a little bit sore, to add on. I even kind of giggled while he took my clothes off.

 He moved from my lips, down my neck, and all over my body, leaving hickeys every where. It was a huge mess of purple and red- so huge I had to wear long sleeve shirts, turtlenecks, and concealer every day for the two weeks following the time we had sex. Then he started sucking on the sweet spot (yall definitely know what I’m talking about), and I giggled a little bit again, but that giggling turned into a soft moan. MMM THAT BOY WAS GOOD! His tongue moved in circles around my clit, and damn was I ready to yell his name out so that the whole apartment building knew we were fucking (but I didn’t because that’s rude af). He kept on going and going until I finally came, and it felt oh-so-good. I was nearly at tears because of that.

Namjoon wasn’t done, though. I felt his fingers slide into my entrance, and I jolted a little in surprise. Again, this boy knew exactly how to make me weak. I felt something else (now that I realize, it was his dick) enter me for a split second. He put his fingers back in and started thrusting back and forth, making me drip. He then stuck his dick in, and oh god, it felt amazing. He started to grind into me, and it wasn’t his hand giving him pleasure anymore- it was me. I thought I was going to die and go to heaven that night. I have to say it again- this boy was GOOOOOOD!!!!!!! Like, sex god good. After I came again, he shifted positions so that he was sitting down with his back resting on his bedframe, and me sitting on his dick facing him. I moved up and down, gaining more friction and moaning louder and louder. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, and stroked my back up. I could hear him moaning too, but he seemed quiet, trying not to be too loud as he had been when I caught him beating his meat (lmao the poor guy). Soon, it’s a full fucking symphony of moans, and it sounded like music to my ears.

Namjoon was definitely enjoying himself. His hands were no longer stroking my back, but squeezing and fondling my boobs. That only added onto the experience. I think we went on like that for about 20 minutes till he finally came. I had to keep on going but came about 5 minutes after him. I eased myself off of him, and he moaned once more when I did that. We just laid in bed for 10 minutes afterward, and yes, we did have a little after-sex conversation. “Wow. What the fuck was that?” he said. “I don’t even know.” I replied (that was the gist of it). I was super tired after that. I put my sports bra back on, with both my panties and shorts. I left without saying shit, because I was really at a loss for words. I went straight to my room to look for change of clothes to put on after I showered, and then hit the bathroom quick. Namjoon’s sweat was all over me, and I’m sure mine was all over him too, so I took a long time in the shower, making sure I didn’t smell like sex afterward.

I made my way back to my bedroom without even looking into Namjoon’s room, and I fell the fuck asleep. He made me so damn tired. I slept damn well into the next day. I woke up at 13:00, and was greeted by the rest of the boys at the dining room table, lunch already prepared. “Hi.” Jimin said, a smirk on his face. Shit, had they heard us banging? Yes. They had. I was so sure of it. I silently ate and finally, someone broke that silence. “So, how was it?” Jungkook asked. I nearly spit my food out. “Good. It was good.” I quietly replied. I didn’t think the little assholes would hear us. That was truly one of the most awkward things I’ve ever experienced (I mean, other than walking in on my roommate jacking off, that is).

So in those two weeks since we had sex, I’ve contemplated doing it again. I’m pretty sure he has, too. I mean, who knows? We might do it again sometime soon, and I’m not going to lie- I look forward to it. Anyways, this is getting long, so I’m going to leave it to you guys, my lovely followers, to ponder what happens next ;) 

Love ,

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Hi:), can I have a ship with BTS please? I'm 5'2, I have dark brown wavy-ish hair that goes down to my shoulders, I have really deep dimples and I have mocha brown skin, slightly chubby, I also have dark brown eyes, my prominent trait is my heart shaped lips. I'm a really shy person, so if bump into you I would be the one helping you up, while asking if you're okay and apologizing, but as I warm up to you I'm really energized with a smile on my face, I'm motherly & hardworking & generous & loud

I hope you like this! ~Katie

I ship you with....Rap Monster!

I this Namjoon would love that you don’t quite show everything right off the bat, giving him a little challenge to uncover the beautiful stone of your personality that hides outer a shy exterior. He would like that you are very motherly and have a very bubbly personality. He would like that you are hardworking, and he would find that one of the many things he has in common with you.

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Hi:)I've never done this before, but can you ship me with BTS ot7? I'm 5'2 1/2, and I have dark brown shoulder length hair, I like wearing things that is way over my size. I'm a bit chubby and insecure about how I look. I'm motherly & random & loud:)

I ship you with...Jimin!

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Are you still doing EXO ships? If so I'm 20, a leo with an ISFP personality, and I'm currently an art student. My hobbies are rock climbing, gaming, and photography. I was an average student in hs, not really "popular" but still pretty well known, and I've managed to maintain most of my friends from back then. I'm on the shorter side, very petite, with dark hair and caramel skin tone. I look smol and harmless but I'm very opinionated and my sense of humour is rather crass lol.

Please read the bio and ask message. Everything is closed right now, including ships. Im sorry, but please respect that.~Katie