For months, Jimin spent all of his time hating you, for the only reason being that you replaced his former partner after being declared a better dancer. He hated you for that, with every inch of his being, and there was nothing that could change that.
Or so he thought.
There was a sudden drop in your performance, an opportunity that he grabbed as soon as it came his way, mocking you and making sure to rub it into your face. He would laugh at the way you stumbled over your own feet, and would also scream at you in frustration when you had begun to forget a few steps towards the end of the routine.
But soon, Jimin began to grow silent the moment you had someone else behind your case instead.
He would watch your instructor yell at you for being sloppy, increase the intensity of warm-ups before the session which left you exhausted within the first ten minutes. That confused Jimin, considering the stamina that you used to have not too long ago. There were moments he would stand quietly in the corner with a frown, just to see you fall to the floor on your knees in a weak attempt to catch your breath.
Jimin was also confused when he had taken up for you in your absence, standing up to the instructor who was insulting you behind your back. He wondered how it was possible to defend a person he hated with his whole heart. But there was a sudden need to protect you, even if you were not around.
From that moment on, Jimin paid close attention to you, silently hoping you wouldn't notice the extra bottle of water that he would carry, for you. With wordless gestures, he would point out the places you needed to make an improvement, and each time your instructor tried to make you feel bad about it, Jimin would cause a scene and divert the attention towards something else instead.
Then came the d-day, costumes on and makeup heavy and glittery, Jimin stood at the opposite end of the stage, worried eyes trying to squint through the darkness and make out what was happening on your end. Moments before the music could start playing, Jimin sprinted across the stage towards you when he saw you collapse onto the floor, gliding on his knees and pulling your head up into his arms.
Even when the music began to boom through the theatre and the white lights focused on the stage, Jimin couldn't care less about the performance with you lying unconscious in his arms. With trembling arms, he lifted you up and rushed further into the tight space backstage, placing you down on some plastic chair that he found and supporting the rest of your weight with his arms.
"Please wake up, (Y/n)," He pleaded, voice soft in a broken whisper.
"Please, you're scaring me. Wake up. I'm right here with you."
Kim Taehyung: Office Romance
You were a little too bubbly and kind for his liking when he first met you. Kim Taehyung, a man who carried his strong personality and aura with his crisp shirts and shiny black shoes that notified everyone of his presence when he walked through the company building that he had built for himself, had initially denied your position as his personal secretary.
But then the woman who was ultimately chosen had become too suffocating and Taehyung would often find himself gazing at you through the glass window of his cabin, occasionally calling for you and assigning a few tasks to you that was usually done by his secretary.
That continued until one day he had called for you, saying nothing when you entered his cabin early in the morning, simply holding a tie in his hand and waiting for you to take the hint.
Taehyung bit back the smile that was tearing at his mouth, focused eyes looking down at you as you lifted your arms higher up to run the material of the tie around his neck. Moments before you could finish, Taehyung caught both of your hands in his, making you freeze.
"Sir...?"
A brief silence filled the room before Taehyung leaned forward and caught your lips in a sweet embrace, one arm circling around your back to pull you into him. Nothing could make him happier than the moment you responded to his touch, fingers curious as they traveled over the expanse of his covered chest.
"Is it..." Taehyung breathed out in a heavy gasp when he had pulled away, forehead against yours and chests heaving.
"Is it too much to ask for?"
You shook your head a little, too lost in a daze to consider the fact that you were in an office, currently in the arms of the man you worked for. But then again, there was no denying the lingering gazes and sweet conversations that you had shared which led you both to this very moment.
"This is more than I could ask for."
A sharp buzz made him jump a little in surprise, looking back to the door behind which his secretary was standing, probably with a few files in her hand. Your fingers reached for his collar, straightening it over the tie and patting it down before gently touching his face and placing one last kiss on the corner of his lips.
"I'll be at my desk."
Jeon Jungkook: Soulmates
Talk about the bells.
Very briefly, Jungkook had mentioned that he believed he would meet the girl of his dreams with bells ringing somewhere in the background, a confession that left him scarred for life because the boys never let him see the end of it.
They would occasionally pull his leg by ringing a little bell that they carried around with them for this very purpose, thoroughly enjoying it when Jungkook would get flustered and wildly gesture for his members to stop acting like a bunch of lunatics in front of random girls.
That was until he began to hear that sound when none of them were around. Jungkook was suspicious, eyes running all over the place in search for Jin or Jimin, the two people who were most likely to prank him, until they landed on you.
He wouldn't have even noticed you standing further down the aisle of the supermarket with both of your hands inside the refrigerator that tried to pull out the biggest packet of cheese if it wasn't for your head lifting at the sound of the bell at the entrance ringing when someone entered. The first thing he did notice was that it wasn't the boys pranking him or his mind playing games with him.
The bells were really ringing.
The second thing that left his knees wobbly and weak like jelly was that as soon as your head lifted up, your eyes locked with his. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to look away because the intensity of your gaze had slowly begun to scare him, but he couldn't. He physically couldn't.
That was until his phone and keys fell simultaneously from his hand just as the packet of cheese that you were pulling out hit a few bottles of flavored milk. You both had gasped at the same time, eye contact briefly breaking until one of the bottles with banana milk began to roll all the way across the floor and stopped at his feet.
Jungkook would've laughed at this if he had watched it as some dramatic scene in a drama, but at that moment, he froze, too stunned to speak. And he could see that you had a similar expression on your face too.
You blinked a few times, quickly picking up the bottles that had scattered around you and taking your cheese, walking closer to him and feeling like it was not just your heart that was beating straight out of your chest, but his too.
He bent down to pick up the bottle of milk just as you did to pick up his keys, eyes briefly meeting before he coughed, straightening up.
"Here," you held up the keys for him to take.
"Ah... yes," Jungkook let out a shaky breath, thanking you with a bow.
"Do you believe in soulmates?" You asked him.
He blinked, too embarrassed to reply. So he simply nodded.
"I don't know if this is weird, it probably is...but I've always believed that if I've dropped a bottle and it goes rolling and stops at someone's feet, I'm destined to meet that person."
Idk what happened here. Sometimes you’re trying to write Yoongi smut but Kim Taehyung comes for you and it ends up being yandere shit, I guess.
Warnings: non-con/dub con smut, somnophilia, light degradation, noona kink, 2:1 ratio of female to male orgasms, really just good dirty fucked up shit.
Word count: 1100, really just pwp
I don’t condone this behavior in real life, DO NOT CLICK if the warnings make you uncomfortable. 18+ ONLY. SMUT. SMUUUUUUT.
oc reading to baby jihoon, and falling asleep in her arms. daddy jin coming to their shared room, "hold on, let me take a photo of you both". then hoist their baby to his room to sleep and, and pound his wife unto the night. which surprisingly she enjoyed.
warning/s, mentions of [ somnophilia, !DADDY JIN IS BEING SOFT AND ROMANTIC THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ]
pairing - [ husband seokjin x wife reader]
28.07.2021 [ I write my smut with depth but idk about this one lol ]
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Seokjin looks back at his son for one last time when he slightly closes the door behind him before impatiently walking back to his room, the erection that tents obviously against his slacks growing painful by the moment. The moment he enters the room and locks it behind to avoid his son waddling back unannounced like a few hours ago he walks towards your sleeping form, a book filled with a collection of bedtime stories sprawled open in your lap as you lay sideways with his shirt covering your nude glory.
He didn’t waste more time as he shut the book and placed it on the floor, (red riding hood doesn’t have to know what the wolf is hungry for). Seokjin softly turned you flat on your back and paused for a moment when you stirred before going back to sleep with your mouth slightly parted. He smiled and bent down to peck your lips before dragging it down to your neck to kiss the marks he had sucked on before his son barged in crying about a nightmare.
With one hand planted right next to your hips the other swiftly moved to undo the buttons of his shirt that you had hastily pulled on. He groaned directly in your skin when his cold hands came in contact with your bare waist. As the lust in him further spurred the erection was getting harder to confine within his boxers.
With bated breaths he further glided his mouth down to your exposed breasts to capture the calm nipple in his mouth to swirl his tongue around the bud to excite it. He spreads your thighs apart and you whimper in your sleep but he only guides his hand down to feel the arousal that clung onto your hole, with his middle finger he runs it over your slit before letting his index join to rub your clit.
You uncomfortably stir in your sleep but Seokjin only continues to rub your clit sideways whilst sucking on your nipple, filling the room with the lewd sounds. He growls as he unzips his pants to let his heavy, flushed cock spring free and hit his lower abdomen. Groaning he moves his hand away from your clit to wrap it around his shaft. You flinch awake when you feel his tip brushing against your folds. “What-”
“Go back to sleep” he mutters against the supple skin of your breasts as he pushes himself in at once with a grunt. You naturally spreads your legs wider and buck your hips up for a short second with a strangled whimper let out in surprise but Seokjin holds you down and starts rocking into you while grunting into your breasts,
“I’m sleepy I can’t” you whispered and looked at him through half lids, desperate to close itself. He smiles and moves up to suck on your bottom lip, “Try sleeping, I’ll stop when I cum-fuck” you whine at his absurd request but he doesn’t heed as he continues to drag his cock deep in your inner walls.
Knowing well that you weren’t going to fall asleep he hooks his arm under your thigh and wraps it around his waist as he leans down to press his body against yours, completely covering your entire form. You grab onto his arm and whimper into his chest as he directly grunts into your ear.
Your husband's relentless and hurried thrusts results in your pussy clenching against his length in a couple more minutes , “you’re close?” you could only nod as you felt your toes curling and your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss as he fucked you hard enough for your body to tremble under him.
It doesn’t take long for your mouth to part open in pleas for your husband to let you come but he’s quick to catch on as he speeds his thrusts for your body to shake against him, “not yet darling hold on for a little longer and cum with me yeah?” you throw your head back and whine but morph it into a silent scream when he presses his thumb down your clit to furiously rub it while ramming into your cunt faster, the clapping of skin getting louder.
“Let yourself go” the rare reassurance that leaves him in a short while takes over you as your pussy spasms violently around his cock as you cum over it. Seokjin holds down your hips and plummets harder into you, cursing into your neck before grunting one last time before he shoots his load deep inside you, as your pussy couldn’t hold the entire amount it sends dollops of it out and it drips down your hole and stains the sheet below.
“There, there” he coaxed into your ear and softly rocked your heaving body down to calm you down, your breasts moving with his rhythm. “Sleep now” his hand comes up to brush the strands of hair that covers your vision away. Seokjin continues to rock his hips as he pecks your cheek, as if he was lulling you to sleep.
In your tired state, it works. Seokjin falls next to you and pulls your body closer to him to let you snuggle into his warmth. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep with you in his arms and your warm walls wrapped around his cock.
hello, first of all just want to tell you that i do love your writing, it's so addicting to read. Well, now the request ahhh plss, one of Taehyung having a somnophilia and cum inside kink with the reader (who is his girlfriend and she gave him consent to do that). Plsss
another somnophilia drabble people... this will end up being my thing lol
If there was one thing Taehyung knew about you well, it was how you loved cumming before going to sleep. An orgasm seemed to be exactly what your brain needed to switch off, that good, good rush of dopamine that calmed you down, tired your body out till all you could do was close your eyes and drift off in the exact position you were in. You needed it like a drug. Most nights, Taehyung was there to fuck you to sleep. And on the nights Taehyung wasn’t home by the time you went to bed —either because he was out of town or just running late due to his busy schedule— he knew you were rubbing your clit lazily, nothing too extravagant, just enough to get a small high out of your body to help you in deep hibernation.
Taehyung felt like he was being conditioned to it as well; needing to fuck you every night, one way or another, or he didn’t sleep very well. And he almost got annoyed when he found you sleeping just fine without him; as if you didn’t have to have him the way he did. Your little, amateur fingers apparently doing it for you, you didn’t have to have Taehyung use his amazing skills on you. He knew, of course, that his touches were always preferred and welcome. You had told him many times about how you were always craving for him, even when asleep. And you had given him the green light— or perhaps more accurately you had pleaded him to make you cum even on those nights you were forced to fall asleep without him, only half satisfied. Something about being touched in your sleep turning you on so much and making you think it was an even better option than just regular sex. That way, Taehyung could get himself off while you were given exactly what you would have been striving for from the beginning.
The man got home late yet again, thinking about how he couldn’t wait to go to bed. About how he couldn’t wait to fuck you just like always. But he found you already slumbering, little snores coming from your nose as you had your face partly buried in a pillow you were hugging— poor substitution for the man you loved. He clicked his tongue in disappointment; before he realized this shouldn’t upset him. Not at all. You looked so cute sleeping like that. You were laying on your side, ass perked as if you were throwing it back on him. And he knew you were still needy. He knew those little fingers of yours hadn’t done a good job at giving you an orgasm hard enough to make you pass out for the rest of the night.
Taehyung knew you had been touching yourself by the smell in the room. And when he crawled on the bed, pulling the shirt you were dressed in over your hips, he discovered you were completely naked underneath. A small groan in the back of his throat, hand stroking your ass and delving through your cheeks until he found your cunt, squished between your thighs.
“Fuck,” he gasped. Fingertips grazing your slick folds, so slick they just glided up and down with no friction at all. You had definitely been touching yourself, the evidence still dripping out of you. Just how hot Taehyung found that, you had no idea. How he instantly got hard as he started feeling you up even more, breath getting heavier as he thought about you rubbing your cunt desperately, trying to find your release, and surely wishing your boyfriend had been there for you. There was a soft whine that vibrated in your throat, and you squirmed. “My pretty girl…” he mumbled, fingers touching you harder. “I bet she really wants my cock inside her right now.”
Your body was reacting to his presence even if you were unaware of it. And it filled Taehyung with such pride. Even in your sleep, you wanted him to fuck you. Such a needy, little slut, you were almost moaning at him even if your eyes were still closed. He decided he wanted to be quiet, he didn’t want to wake you. Just so that he could slip his hard cock inside your soaking cunt that felt so tight in that position, and fuck you slowly while he watched you twitch, your face scrunching up with pleasure unbeknownst to you, mouth dropping to breathe more heavily against that pillow you were still clutching.
“It’s okay, baby,” Taehyung was moaning as he felt the way your walls were pulsing around him, a tiny whine with each of his thrusts. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” He leaned forward, tummy pressed against your hip as he caged you underneath him, mouth hot over your ear as he started nibbling you. “Gonna make you cum in your sleep, baby,” he whispered in his deep voice, words broken up by little puffs. “Just how you like it.”
You were moaning harder, making him wonder if you were waking up. Arms tightening around that pillow, back arching so that your ass was pressing harder down on him. And Taehyung held himself over you, gaining some momentum and ramming his dick harder into you. One hand holding your ass so that he could find the position that allowed him to attack you right on that swollen spot in your cunt. And you were crying in response, squirming under him so much— you must have woken up. Or perhaps you thought this was all a dream and didn’t bother opening your eyes. Just high-pitched, needy moans escaping your mouth, legs rubbing together and confining his dick tighter.
“Come on, baby,” he cooed. “Cum for Daddy. Give me a good, big orgasm ‘cause I know you have more in you.” You were shaking under him now, whining so hard you almost woke yourself up. “So fucking hot…” he was moaning as well. Both hands on your hip now as he started thrusting you over his dick to meet his own movements. “Pretty, little girl getting fucked in her sleep.” You were clenching him so hard that it had him groaning loudly. “I bet you love it. I bet you’re dreaming about me filling you up right now.”
Almost like you could hear his words —and perhaps your brain somehow could— you cried out and came all over him, jerking at the intense peak that Taehyung had managed to give you. And just the fact that he managed to do that without waking you up had him so close, too. He leaned down to kiss your neck again, grunting in your ear. “So good, baby. Good girl. Daddy’s gonna give you all of his cum now. Gonna fill that pussy up well so that you can sleep like a baby tonight. Full.”
And he spilled into you, seed hot and tickling you, flowing out in a combination with your own juices when he finally pulled out and staining your thighs. Your boyfriend looked at you, noticing your breathing gone back to normal, face calm and blissful. You looked happier now that you were full of his cum. And he gave you a kiss on your temple before spooning you to sleep. “Told you Daddy would take good care of you, baby…”
[ part of the 'birthday series' | blog masterpost ]
Hoseok walked into your shared apartment and quietly closed the door behind him.
Except for the lone lamp in the kitchen that helped him safely navigate the flat, the lights were turned off and the house was dark. One glance at the clock told him it was beyond midnight; only a handful of hours left before dawn broke. He walked into your shared bedroom, kicking off his shoes, knowing you were presumably fast asleep by now.
Though he loved coming home from work while you were still awake, Hoseok couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed coming home late to see your beautiful form nestled into the sheets. You looked so soft and cuddly while you slept that he couldn't help but want to jump in and cuddle up right next to you. Chuckling to himself, he slipped into the bathroom and showered quickly, throwing on a pair of shorts after.
When he finally slid onto the mattress by your side, the dull aching in his muscles from late hours of dancing practically vanished. The sheets were smooth against his back and the bed felt as soft as a cloud. He sighed contentedly as his arms curled around your smaller body, relief swirling through his veins at the feeling of you in his embrace after a long day. Hoseok could smell the sweet scent of your shampoo when he pressed himself closer to you, his body melting into yours.
But the relaxation seemed to dissolve as quickly as it came.
Hoseok pulled back in surprise because you were warm, too warm on his body. His chilly fingertips caressed your forehead and then your neck, a contrast to the warmth oozing off your skin. As you stirred, the quiet snores that had been departing your lips had turned into whines. Worry creased his forehead when his hand slipped under your shirt and touched the small of your back, feeling the same amount of heat from your body.
Had you not been eating or sleeping well? You were completely fine this morning, how could you be running a fever already?
Hoseok slowly peeled his arms off you, mind racing to where he last saw you keep the medicines. His frown only deepened when he noticed the thin sheen of sweat covering your body.
He prepared to whip up a quick meal for you and grab some pills to help, when his eyes shifted to a damp patch near your legs and on the inside of your thighs. The oversized shirt you'd been wearing had ridden up, exposing your bare cunt as your legs parted lazily. The cold air hit your exposed pussy making you whimper in your sleep and Hoseok felt his dick twitch in his pants at the sound.
"It's like she's begging to be fucked awake." A part of his mind hissed as his muscles locked in place.
His eyes then widened in realization ― you weren't sick. You'd just been very naughty while he was away.
There had been plenty of times in the past where he had woken you up with sex (mostly in the mornings) and vice versa. You had expressed your liking towards the subject and though he was reluctant at first due to the vagueness of consent in the situation, you assured him about your trust in him and that it was okay.
"Are you completely sure about this?" He remembered asking you one night as the two of you stayed up late talking.
You were both awake, lying side by side on the bed, hands intertwined, staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence. One of the best parts of your relationship was how comfortable Hoseok felt being open to you. He knew you would never judge or make fun of him for his likes and preferences and although he was normally the same way when it came to you, the topic of fucking you while you were asleep didn't seem completely right to him.
He would never deny what you wanted and he was open to trying new things, but consent was important.
You smiled, playfully nipping him on his shoulder. "I've known you for years. You're my boyfriend Hobi. I trust you completely, and I mean it when I say I don't mind at all."
But waking you up in the middle of the night was different. You had work early tomorrow ― well, today ― so he hoped you wouldn't be mad.
Parting your legs hastily, he dipped down peppering kissing from the side of your knee to the apex of your thighs. You whined once more in your sleep, legs shivering against his hold. Kissing your clit, he chuckled at how arousal leaked out of your twitching cunt even though he had barely gotten started. Licking a long strip along your slit, he moaned at the sweet taste of you on his tongue; something he would never get tired of.
Licking his fingers, he slipped them inside your tight pussy, eagerly watching your tight walls swallow him up to the knuckles. Pumping them in and out of your hole while his tongue swirled around your swollen clit, he began stretching you out as his free hand slipped underneath his boxers and fisted his hardened cock.
Your eyes were still closed when Hoseok glanced up and he wondered what kind of dreams you would be having as he played with your pussy. Judging by the broken sighs and moans of his name, he knew that he was definitely a part of them.
A much as he wanted to continue lapping at your cunt, the throbbing of his cock was getting hard to ignore and he desperately wanted to be inside you when you woke up. Shuffling out of his boxers, he reached out to your bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. Squirting a sufficient amount into the palm of his hand, he pumped his hard cock a couple of times, spreading it evenly.
Wasting no more time, he pushed himself inside your tight warmth, a sigh leaving his lips. Despite stretching you out with his fingers, your cunt was still firm, sucking him in like a vacuum. Dragging his cock out slowly, he snapped his hips into yours once more.
His gaze dropped down to your now soaked shirt while he continued to thrust in and out of you slowly, hard nipples poking through the fabric. He grabbed a fistful of the fabric and pushed it up to your shoulders. Hoseok groaned at the sight of your perky breasts and pebbled nipples while his hands groped the soft flesh. So, so, pretty.
He squeezed your tits, pushing them together and pinching the sensitive nubs. A smirk tugged at his lips as he dipped down, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipples and sucking. Teeth grazing the delicate tissue, his lips dragged upwards while nipping bruises onto your smooth skin from your sternum to your collarbone.
The slight clench around his cock broke him out of his reverie as his halted hips resumed its pace.
Arms holding him up, Hoseok buried his face in your neck and trailed open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping at the sweet spot under your ear. His pace gradually increased with every thrust, only lifting his head when he felt you stir.
You looked so fucking cute as your eyes fluttered open, a confused whimper leaving your lips while you gripped his biceps. He watched the realization set in slowly, walls clenching around him in a vice grip. Your eyes were half open, drool dribbling down the corner of your parted lips as you moaned. From the look on your face you were on the edge of awareness; not fully asleep but ungrasping of the situation you were currently in. The room was silent, save for the lewd sounds of skin slapping and the low groans that he let out every time you tightened around him.
A Hoseok felt your thighs quiver around his hips, walls fluttering right before you squirted around his length. Your half lidded gaze snapped open, jaw slacking as your hips subconsciously bucked, riding out your high.
"Oh fuck ―" The sight of your juices smeared all over both of you as you dripped down his cock was more than enough to push him over the edge. Spilling thick ropes of his cum into your abused hole, he muttered a string of curses while he emptied his balls as deep as he could inside you.
Hoseok rode out his orgasm while you lazily peppered kisses on his jaw, feeling thick globs of his cum dribble down your ass. He pulled his softening cock out of you slowly, trying not to jostle you too much as he collapsed on the bed next to you, breathing heavily.
"Hoseok?" You panted, voice raspy from both sleep and prior activities. His tired gaze dropped to you, watching the corner of your lip twitch up and he knew exactly what you were going to say even before the words left your mouth.
→ pairing: single dad!hoseok x female reader
→ genre: smut, fluff
→ au/trope: slight friends to lovers, bdsm au, dilf!hoseok, single parent au, nanny!reader, ceo!hoseok
→ summary: Mr. Jung helps you enjoy your night off.
→ rating: 18+
→ warnings: mentions infidelity(not hoseok), mentions divorce, mentions bad parenting(not hoseok), alcohol consumption, inappropriate relationship between boss and employee, manhandling, sex rooms, rough sex, unprotected sex, heavy BDSM themes, sir kink, light thigh riding/grinding, color system, bondage, fingering, double penetration, breast/nipple play, overstimulation, choking/breath play, sex toys, anal & anal play, punishment & obedience play, impact play in the form of spanking/slapping, spitting, degradation, cum swallowing, squirting, deep throating, scent kink if you squint, hair pulling, gagging, wax play, begging, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, pain kink, dirty talk, marking, oral sex(f. & m. receiving), face fucking, aftercare happens but not mentioned, name calling, orgasm control, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms mentions pregnancy, multiple positions, edging, use of lube, light sub training, heavy explicit smut and mature themes of bdsm nature; please proceed with caution.
→ word count: 10k
→ a/n: This is a new and improved version of Off Duty. Thank you @hobeemin for the beautiful banner. This is a repost from my old blog that needed a lot of work so I made some changes. Special thanks to my beta readers @chateautae & @yoon2k for looking over this and helping me clean it up…and for the supportive comments/feedback. I hope you all enjoy this version as much, if not more than the older one.
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⟶ genre: vampire!jungkook / college au / friends-to-lovers + fluff / smut
⟶ words: 9,784
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.
⟶ warnings: pretty much a crack fic!!!, dumbass new world vampire jungkook who is completely incompetent as a vampire, general dumbass-to-lovers shenanigans, twilight references, sweet love making, dry humping, jungkook comes in his pants, riding, marking, biting, a brief mention of blood (so blood play?), breast play, fondling, possession kink??, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, clit play, fingering, missionary, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie
⟶ note: happy halloween!!!👻 to celebrate, here is my fic for the nightmare on tumblr.com collab with the lovelies @underthejoon @bratkook @junghelioseok @hobidreams @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster !!! pls keep an eye out for their fics when they drop bc it’s going to be fangtastic! this fic was inspired by an old tumblr post i’ve seen but i’ve since lost the link to it! also dedicating this fic to the loml @rockwithwoo !! <3
Jungkook’s been acting strange lately.
Then again, Jungkook’s always been strange ━ like the text-you-at-all-hours-of-the day strange, drop by your house unannounced when it’s two in the morning and he’s craving burgers from the diner down the street strange; or send you one of his many unsolicited memes (yes, like quoting dead Vines and dumb Tiktoks and forwarding you horrendous selfies you’ve sent him and snapshots he’s taken of you when you’re least expecting it) from his repertoire at any given moment strange (because he seems to have a meme for every occasion. No, seriously. Like, every occasion).
authors note: i have been writing a lot of jjk stuff and i swear i love all 7 members so i’m determined to put out all my works with all members to prove it 😩😩😩 enjoy this work that i started in october 💀
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“yoongi, what is love?” you ask him. his body physically freezes, his muscles visibly tense with the random question. you felt bad for asking, thinking you might’ve upset him in some way, when, in reality, it was the furthest from the truth.
“why do you ask?” he refutes, trying to purposely derail the conversation away from him as best as he could.
you and yoongi were nestled in the warmth of his studio: him currently working on a project and you working on a project of your own. you were a writer, a published and successful one at that, and you found that a lot of your novels have come from motivation from within your own life. scenarios that played out differently had YOU done something differently. your life wasn’t nearly as interesting as the characters you created, but you wished that the things you’ve conjured up for each person had actually happened to you.
you were a hopeless romantic, and it seemed to be a viral curse that came with being an author of certain genres (your mind instantly wandered to all the penelope douglas novels you’ve binge read overnight). you have written out beautiful stories about finding love in the most curious of places. however, you’ve never experienced it for yourself.
or maybe you have and you don’t really care to admit that you have fallen under the “best friends to lovers” trope you always lean to when you plan out your stories.
you loved yoongi, simple as that.
but what is it to him?
“i’m trying to gather a male’s perspective of love and you’re the only male i trust. plus, you have such a poetic way with words, with you being a lyricist and all, that maybe you could give me something to use,” you state. it was true, you were currently tackling a new project. you have never written a story where the male has fallen in love before the female.
you’ve seen many dramas with it but you wanted something different but familiar in a sense. it wasn’t like you to ask for help, usually entrapping yourself in your office space at home for weeks at a time. usually it would be yoongi who would stop by every day to assure you’ve showered and eaten at some point. hell, he’s even wrestled you to a flat surface of some sort and forced your eyes shut just so you could get some type of rest.
“and you think i’ve been in love before?” he asks incredulously. you roll your eyes and then narrow them at him, hinting the fact that you know he has.
and he has.
he’s told you all about his first love: the piano. he wrote an entire song about it. although that wasn’t the type of love you were going for, love is love. you needed something to get you out of this writer’s block you were quicksanded into.
“what about first love? a song about your literal first love?” you chide, folding your legs underneath you to sit on them.
“it was about a piano,” he lied, snorting in response.
yes, he lied. to the world and especially, to you.
first love was never about his piano. well.. not entirely. sure, his first passion was the piano. but his first love? it was you. it still is. it always will be.
you and yoongi have achieved the good ol’ “childhood bestfriends” badge when you guys met at a ripe age of 6. you had moved in from the states and were forced to integrate into a korean-speaking classroom. you were shy and reserved, opting to play alone. yoongi noticed you and he also noticed the way the kids started to belittle your ethnic differences. he found you amusing. not in a childlike sense, but in a fatuation kind of way. he found your differences to be a breath of fresh air, staring at you to drink in as much as he could. it took all the courage in the world to speak to you at last, hoping you didn’t revert back into yourself, isolating away completely.
but he should’ve known better. when you first noticed him approaching you, you offered a gentle smile. you offered the first exchange of words, initiating a conversation. yoongi and you played together all day, basking in each others presence. yoongi couldn’t wait for the day to end so it could be tomorrow and he could see you all over again.
when he asked his mother why he was always so excited to see you, she jokingly told him it was young love. when he still felt this way a decade later, he knew it was more than that.
he loved you in a way he couldn’t describe with words. yoongi had always been an “actions speak louder than words” kind of guy. but you were a linguist. you valued words more than actions. so he tried to love you in your own language and wrote first love.
he didn’t think much of the song other than as an outlet. he told his members he wasn’t even considering to use the song as his solo piece for the album. but the more he listened to it, the more he couldn’t deny how good it felt to hear his voice say all that he wanted. he wanted nothing more than to show you it. and he did.
from a distance.
he emailed you the song (despite violating literally every lawful stipulation held against him by his company) and asked you for an honest review.
of course you loved it. you loved every piece of work that yoongi put out. you knew that his love language was actions, so when he spoke with words it never seized to amaze you with how much he actually wanted to say. and when you told him that, he felt his heart clench with absolute pride and joy.
he wanted to tell you the inspiration behind the song. my god, did he want to tell you. but he’s read your novels and he knows what your characters meant when they say “i could never confess for the fear of losing you is greater than the fear of never having loved you at all.” (btw, he nearly got that tattooed on him after he read the line in your first book because it was so painstakingly relatable.)
so when he glanced over to the keyboard nestled against the wall of his studio, he mustered up the best lie as humanly possible.
“it’s about my piano,” he told you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not quite understanding how in the hell this song was about an inanimate object but you shrugged and continued nonetheless.
needless to say, he changed the lyrics into the song it is today. to prevent further embarrassment than what he’d already endured. and he stuck with the story about his first love always being his piano. and he stuck with hiding and withholding his emotions from you.
“love is love, gi. i really just need some sort of inspiration. i feel like my head is going to burst,” you groan, your head rolling back from exhaustion. yoongi chuckled at your actions, spinning around to look at you. he noted the fact that you discarded your shoes, probably long ago. your glasses sat perched on the keyboard of your laptop, scattered sheets of paper overtaking the coffee table. you felt comfortable here, in his safe space. that made his heart race a bit, those small actions meaning more to him than you’ll ever know.
“well, what specifically did you want to know?” he asks, feeding into your curiosity. you heave a deep sigh before picking your head back up. you reach for your glasses, sliding them onto your face before you gather your notepad and pencil.
“how did you know you were in love?” you asked, scribbling down the question. yoongi grew silent, trying to pre-select the proper words to avoid detection.
“uhm… i guess it was when i realized how codependent i was. i couldn’t live, breath, eat or sleep without my piano. whenever i was away. i wished time would speed up so i could see it again. when i was playing, i felt like nothing else mattered. because nothing else did,” yoongi smiled, your face and the memories of your childhood floating in his head as he spoke. he could hear the scribbling of your pencil as you took note of what he said. he watched you with pure adoration.
he wanted to tell you. now would’ve been the perfectly romantic time to do so. but he wasn’t so sure how. he knew you needed words. but how do you tell a love story novelist the right words to explain how he felt? you have written every word in a million different ways to perfectly describe how a confession should go. an omission to how you would want it to go. how could he give that to you?
“if your piano was a girl, she would be the luckiest woman in the world,” you chuckle, a tinge of jealousy underlying in your tone. yoongi, ever the oblivious one, missed it. all he could hang onto was the fact that you said what you had said. you would only have to consider one lucky if it’s something you would want for yourself. did you want to be loved by him?
no, no, no. he couldn’t allow his mind to wander that way. he didn’t want to break his own heart by filling it up with unnecessary hope. but he had to know.
“what do you mean?” he asks, adding in a playful to chuckle to lighten the severity of the question.
it was do or die time for you. either you could be honest and tell him how you really felt, or you could cower away and continue to vicariously live through your characters. you wished you had more time to outweigh each outcome before making such a critical decision. but this wasn’t a novel and you weren’t fictional. this was real and you had to put on your big girl panties and make a choice. god, did you hope you weren’t making a consequential mistake.
“any woman would be lucky to be loved by you yoongi,” you shrug. further scribbling down your conversation onto your notepad.
“even you?” he asked. your eyes widened and the pencil slipped from your grip, a soft clattering sound echoing in the silence. was this happening? was this actually happening? are both of you really panicking at the moment?
“i mean, yeah of course. i’ve always told you i would be better off with you than with any of my shitty exes,” you joke. yes, a joke. that should ease the tension right? that should make the tension less palpable and the air less stiff.
“ya know, when i was first writing first love, i almost didn’t do it…” yoongi trails off. you furrow your eyebrows at the sudden topic change, but decided to roll with it.
“why? it’s such a good song. it’s actually one of my favorite songs written by you,” you confess. this makes yoongi smile to himself.
“it wasn’t about a piano at first. it was about a girl i had learned to fall in love with over time,” yoongi says, absentmindedly speaking out loud. you clung to his words, hoping that it didn’t lead to heartache in the end.
“her love language differs from mine greatly. she prefers words over actions. she needs them. and not words of validation because she practices self validation in her own way, which only makes me love her more. but the kind of words she prefers are poetic ones, ones where metaphors show the extravagance of its significance. she basks in the way words warm her spirit and her soul. she prefers words like alluring and pulchritudinous over cute and beautiful. but that doesn’t mean beautiful doesn’t make her heart race. i don’t even know how to spell pulchritudinous,” yoongi chuckles softly. you were teared up at this point, the tears dancing on your waterline as they wait for the right moment to fall uninterrupted.
“and god i hope she loves me back. i’ve built up some sense of hope because she knows my love language is the opposite of hers. she shows she cares for me in the way that she silently sits next to me in the mornings as i mull over my day. i know she always has a million questions but she lets me sit and stew in my emotions before communicating in the way that we do. it’s the way that she keeps me company from a distance. because even though i value alone time, i prefer being alone with her. while she does her thing and i do mine. it’s the way she knows i love acts of service. whether that be her grocery shopping for me or cooking the food itself. or when she knows how tired i get that cleaning my room is the lowest priority on my list but she still comes to my house and cleans my room for me so i can just go straight to sleep. i know she’s a linguist and words are her entire being and way of life. but when she loves me with her actions, in a language i understand and value, it makes me want to read the god damn dictionary just so i can shower her in whatever words she loves most.”
my god you’ve never cried this much. the tears couldn’t stop, even if you begged them to. you were so overwhelmed with love for this man that you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
“i’ve never really thought to tell her. despite my showering her in her love language, i could never find the proper words to say to explain how i felt at the time. then she wrote her first book. i remember she stayed up all night stressing about the outcome. and when she finished and she published it, i remember feeling this overwhelming joy for her. i felt so proud of her and the story itself. i stood in line when it first came out and was the first one to buy it. i think i finished the book in a span of two hours. and then i read it again and again and i still read it now, even after all this time. i read it so i could get the same feeling i did when i read my favorite line,” yoongi continues.
“what was your favorite line?” you sob. yoongi smiled at you and pulled himself closer to, sitting on the opposite side of the table.
“actually, there’s two. the first one was ‘i could never confess for the fear of losing you is greater than the fear of never having loved you at all.’ it resonated so well with me because i loved her so fucking much. she was the only person in the world that i wanted around me all the time. everyone always says that its better to have loved and lost than better to have never loved at all. but they’re so fucking wrong. because although loving her would be the greatest privilege known to man, the fear of losing her is so much greater because i would rather die than to not have her in my life,” he murmurs, fingers fiddling with one another. you gulp in anticipation, clinging onto every second that passes between you two.
“and the second quote?” you ask hesitantly.
“the second quote? it’s from her first book too. the girl finally confesses to the guy and the guy says to her ‘i have never known a love greater than yours for it has taught me the power of loving myself by loving you’. you have made me a better man. a better artist. a better friend, yn. and if i'm alone in this, tell me now. because, god, i love you," yoongi breathes out. it felt as all time has stopped and that the world was frozen. and for you, that would be alright because then you would get to be here with him, forever.
“have i ever left you alone when you needed me most?” you reply. and to yoongi, that was better than anything you could’ve ever said. because you haven’t. even when the darkness of the night demanded it’s attention and imposed loneliness, you were the light that cut through it all, insisting that your presence was brighter than any light the moon could’ve casted. and what did that mean? yoongi didn’t need anything else. he didn’t need the loneliness and he didn’t need to ever be alone. he had you. and it seemed to him that you were saying that he always will.
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