10/22/22 - i've realized i dont have much interest or motivation for writing here anymore, so i will be archiving (i think thats the right word lol) this blog; some people seemed to enjoy my writing, so i'd like to leave the option for people to look back on my blog and my fics if they wish to, rather than completely deleting this blog!! thank you for the lovely memories the past two (nearly three omg) years, for sending in requests, for reading my fics, and for over 800 followers! <3
i stopped writing for them + lost interest in them bc of almost all the members doing things that were problematic and then the apologies just being⊠the way they were (and also most of the fandom on twt being horrible)đ§ that old song jisung wrote resurfacing and a lot of the fandom being toxic and defending it all was just my last straw đ
contains m!reader (amab anatomy), dom!reader, sub!san, breath play (choking), mild praise kink, anal sex (san receiving), pwp, unprotected sex/bareback, aftercare
summary san wakes you up at 2 AM
words 0.9K
note(s) mixed emotions bout this one ngl
requested by @dejunexiaobella
"y/n," you groan, feeling like you're being shaken awake - you are, and you're trying to stay asleep. it must be some ungodly time in the middle of the night because your eyelids still feel too heavy and somewhat like they're glued shut by sleep.
"y/n!"
"ugh," you rip your eyes open and blink several times, and rub at your eyelids to adjust your vision. when everything is a lot less blurry, you look at the clock, it reads '2:23 AM'. you huff and run a hand over your face before you turned to your boyfriend, the only person who'd dare wake you up at such an hour. even though it's dark, you know he's wearing one of your shirts, and he's perched at your side, sitting on his calves.
san reaches over you to turn on the lamp, it's painfully dim but still brighter than the pitch black that coated the room previously, so you cringe, squinting your eyes. you feel san straddle your hips while your eyes still adjust; once they do, you stare up at san, he's stupidly pretty with the dim light hitting his skin - really, he's always pretty.
"what have you woken me up at this ungodly hour for this time, my love?" you say somewhat sarcastically, not particularly enjoying being woken up at such a time.
he makes a face at the slightly cringey term of endearment (you know they're cringey and that's the entire reason you say them) before he leans down and places a lingering kiss over your lips and grinds his hips - ah, that's it. you can feel his dick, hard against yours which is currently soft. the kiss tastes bad, like morning breath, or well, two am breath but you can't help but ignore it when you're so painfully whipped for the person you're kissing.
your hands find san's hips, he's still grinding against you; you softly groan, beginning to feel like you're getting hard as well.
he suddenly stops, lifting his hips to rushedly tug down your pants and underwear and shove the comforter completely out of the way. you give a shiver at the sudden cool air. when san brings his hips back down, it's bare skin against bare skin - of course, he wasn't wearing anything else.
when your hands go back to his hips, that time, you sneak your hands under the shirt and over his bare hips; san sighs contentedly against your lips and you reach farther than his hips with an adventurous hand. you're met with a surprise though, you feel excess lube over his rim - he rarely preps himself, you usually do it but he must've been that needy.
you feel san reach back to hold your cock in place, you're already hard, so it's not a struggle for san to sit on it easily with all that lube.
san sighs, satisfied; your hands are still on his hips when he plants his own on your chest for leverage, to fuck himself on your cock. he keeps at it for longer than you thought he would, with breathy moans mingling with his panting. you were more than happy to be the one sitting back and doing no work for once; but eventually, san's thighs keep quivering and he whines with a frown, "c-can't,"
you hum before you sit up and swiftly flip your positions so that you're on top of san, who's still got a frown on his lips. you try to kiss it away before saying, "it's okay, you did so good for me, baby," while you grab the backs of his achy thighs, pushing them forward; that gets him to stop frowning, instead san blushes, a cute pinkish tint to his cheeks.
you start thrusting, quick - quicker than the pace san had previously set; you're aiming for something specific and you knew you'd found it when san's moans become higher in his throat and whinier. truthfully, you're tired, and as much as you enjoy an intimate moment with your lovely boyfriend, you would like to get a few more hours of sleep, and thankfully, you also know which 'buttons' to push to get him to cum quicker.
you keep aiming for his prostate and trail a hand to his bare neck - save for a few hickeys that had yet to disappear - letting go of the backs of his thighs and letting them settle loosely around your hips. you find the correct grip before you tighten on the sides, not too much. san's moans come out a little more strained; his cheeks are pink and there's already pre-cum dripping onto his stomach, under the head of his cock.
"already so close?" you loosen your grip. "yes - mh, p-please,"
"all good?" you add before continuing. "yes, please... 'm so close,"
you re-tighten your grip and thrust a bit more harshly, relishing in the more than pleased moans it earns from san. it takes a few more thrusts before he comes with a strained moan, squeezing his legs tight around your hips. he clenches around your cock so tightly, it's practically impossible not to cum then.
after you're both a bit more composed, you pull out carefully, hissing at the oversensitivity. you place a lingering kiss over san's lips before you pull your pants back up and pick san up bridal style - he makes a surprised noise but doesn't complain as you carry him to the bathroom.
as tired as you are, aftercare is important; you clean both san and yourself thoroughly, get a glass of water for the both of you and give him all the kisses and praise in the world - or at least as much as you can manage before you settle back in bed with san in your arms and drift back to sleep.
Is there going to be a second part of âfwb - jung hoseokâ? It was really good, the angst at the end is just brilliant.
i dont have any plans for a second part, i feel like the ending is right as is and i dont have anything to add to it. plus the requester didnt ask for anything more
contains m!reader (he/him used like once + male-specific terms), angst, cheating, idol!au (solo idol!reader + idol!tae), ambiguous/open ending, lapslock, brief mention of homophobia
summary when taehyung cheats on you, you're left with no choice but to forget about him.
notes(s) let me just pretend i didnt spend like two hours trying to choose a gif đ
words 1.7K
requested by @kuroshiblack
youâd been in your hotel room when you found out.
you were exhausted and fresh out of the shower, and tiredly fell back onto your hotel bed. of course, you had to check your phone and send a text to taehyung, even if he may be busy.
first, though, you tapped on twitter to just see whatâs going on; you expected to see mostly tags related to the concert you just finished up trending - they were in there but tags relating to taehyung were trending even more. curiosity piqued, you scrolled and saw a lot of negative tags which made you begin to worry.
a bit reluctantly - worried about what you were going to see - you tapped on one of the trending tags and had to scroll through to see what was happening. once you made it through the variants of people saying they couldnât believe taehyung and several, concerning death threats, you saw it.
a picture of taehyung leaving a hotel with a woman on his arm. they both looked red-cheeked and disheveled.
the less logical part of your mind tried to justify it; maybe it was a complete misunderstanding, maybe something completely unrelated to what was being insinuated happened and thereâs a perfectly good explanation for this. of course, the silly theory is proven wrong by more images of taehyung and this mystery woman looking close, faces too close for comfort.
you donât know how long you stare at the images, heart beating out of your chest, thoughts running rampant, and your face blank out of disbelief. somehow you wanted to vehemently deny it - taehyung couldnât cheat, you love each other - but the evidence stared right back at you, disproving your illogical thoughts in an instant.
eventually, you put the phone down; you debated texting taehyung but the thought of speaking to him at that moment made your breath hitch, hands shaking as you pulled the comforter over you. what would he even say? would he try to deny it?
god, you donât know but you were too tired to deal with that shit.
-
the next day, nothing seems better. everything about taehyung is still very much blowing up and that doesnât make you feel any better, it actually makes you feel a lot worse since that means you have to keep seeing it as well. both yours and taehyungâs - btsâ - fandoms kept posting about it and tagging you in posts about it.
theyâre probably expecting some form of a statement from you - and your manager would probably advise you to do so eventually - but you just wanted to pretend nothing existed outside of your hotel room for the rest of the day, until youâre supposed to leave tomorrow.
but before that, you needed to try to talk to taehyung. you knew you needed to, even if the thought of doing so had your stomach in knots; if he doesnât deny anything it feels like that will make it really true, no room to deny it any longer. but if he does deny it, youâre sure that would make you more upset, because how could he lie when the transparent evidence is all over the internet?
your thumb hovered over the call button on taehyungâs contact. your hands were all clammy and jittery as you pressed call and brought the device to your ear.
it felt like it rang forever until it stopped. there was no answer. shakily sighing, you brought your phone back down to text taehyung instead. you had no idea what to say to him, you donât think you even wanted to say anything to him.
though, a simple âwe need to talk.â sufficed before you shut off your phone.
thank god you didnât have any more concerts for now, you were sure you wouldnât be able to pretend to be perfectly fine with all this going on. you threw yourself back into bed and planned to do only that for the remainder of the day.
-
you finally speak to taehyung a few days later, when youâd already flown back to korea and had been holing up in your room.
your phone had been shut off since that day in the hotel and you only barely got the energy and courage to turn it back on after a few days. and then you finally saw all the texts and missed calls from taehyung.
you were surprised he hadn't resorted to banging on your front door with the number of ignored messages and calls.
this time you went to his contact more confidently, not hesitating over the call button. it only rang for a few seconds before he picked up. "y/n baby, i'm so sorry i didn't-"
you were clearly wrong in thinking that you could be calm. you thought the few days of isolating yourself gave you time to process and think but hearing taehyung's voice and his worthless apologies made anger boil in your gut. you were angry, pissed; how could he do that to you? how could he even begin to think a simple 'sorry' would do a damn thing besides irritate you?
"save it, just shut the fuck up, taehyung," you sneered, grip on your phone tightening. the other side of the line went quiet, and you can't remember a time when you were ever glad to not hear taehyung's voice. you huff and take a minute before saying something else. "what the fuck were you thinking?"
"did you not at least have the decency to at least try to be discreet? oh, you probably have zero decency to cheat on me in broad daylight with some bitch!"
"y/n i'm-"
"just tell me why. no excuses."
"i... i don't know i just," he sighs, "i went out and i was drunk... and lonely."
"if you were lonely maybe you should call your fucking boyfriend and not fuck some girl you met, you dick."
"i-i know i'm-"
"don't apologize. i don't want to hear it." you dragged your hand over your face, "fuck you, taehyung. don't speak to me again. ever." scowling, you hung up and went to block his number before turning your phone off yet again.
-
of course, things don't end there. as much as you wish they did. your manager did advise you to make some kind of statement. you reluctantly posted something on twitter after mulling over it for an entire day.
it was simple; just you acknowledging everything and asking people to stop tagging you in things about it for the most part. not only did you just not want to say too much about it, but you also didn't have to, you're not the one who did anything wrong.
then a few days after that, you had to return to your schedules. though you would have preferred to continue staying confined in your apartment for longer, they provide a good distraction from everything. you don't have to think about much else when you're focused on making a track, recording, or panting, out of breath on the floor of the practice room from practicing choreo.
you avoided your phone mostly, usually only using it when your manager wants to yell at you for being late. but occasionally you look to look at the shitshow that is twitter; things have only slightly died down, several still trending tags related to the situation that you (stupidly) tap on and scroll through; taehyung's reputation had been tarnished (for the most part, rightfully so) but unfortunately, the other members of bts were being dragged into it as well.
even though they did nothing wrong and namjoon had even sent you a kind text, assuring you that he or the others don't condone what taehyung did and that they'd all be there for you if you wanted them to be.
your reply was a plain 'thank you' but to be fair you had little energy those days. usually, seeing your name almost everywhere would do the opposite but when it's all just 'kim taehyung cheats on his boyfriend l/n y/n blah blah blah' among homophobes who say they knew taehyung couldn't be gay or that the relationship was already damned in the first place, that can't not be draining.
as an openly gay couple in korea of all places, both you and taehyung got your fair share of hate for it but this whole situation seemed to magnify it.
and if all that wasn't already bad, taehyung kept trying to get in contact with you. at first, he was trying to get into your apartment building but you had already told the security to not let him in but then he mailed gifts, notes and tried to get to you through your company.
you weren't having it at all, and frankly, you wanted to forget kim taehyung existed.
and eventually, you sort of did. filtering things out relating to him and avoiding any news-related things and such helped. so did focusing on yourself, your career, and your album. taehyung stopped trying to get you back, talk to you, or whatever he was pulling, it took a few months but he stopped.
you didn't even have time to think about him much, being too preoccupied with promotions after releasing an album; and thankfully, because of your album, when you see your name it's not in the same sentence as taehyung's. instead of 'taehyung cheats on y/n' it's more 'l/n y/n and his new album', etc.
things were great, for you at least. meanwhile, taehyung had been on a hiatus ever since everything happened; at first, bts entirely went on hiatus, but eventually returned minus one member, taehyung who was still receiving large amounts of hate. part of you managed to feel bad but you remembered heâs the only one to blame, if he hadnât cheated on you, especially in broad daylight, all this could have been avoided.
the thought of him makes you groan, you were supposed to be forgetting him, and you had forgotten him enough but you canât help but think of him at times; after all, heâs a man you loved, one you mightâve spent your life with even.
maybe the proper way to fully move on includes speaking to taehyung, maybe thereâs some form of closure youâre missing.
DEAR LORD you k n o w how to affect the reader and your writing shows it so much. at first the angst was just the best, but then, then- the ending. after finishing your tae angst oneshot i just wanted to throw hands at the mc >:((( and maybe myself too cuz who isn't like that for him
ackshdj thank you im glad you liked the angst :)) and maybe the mc deserves more of a break before getting his ass beat đ
contains m!reader (he/him used like once + masc terms), angst, cheating, idol!au (solo idol!reader + idol!tae), ambiguous/open ending, lapslock, brief mention of homophobia
summary when taehyung cheats on you, you're left with no choice but to forget about him.
notes(s) let me just pretend i didnt spend like two hours trying to choose a gif đ
words 1.7K
requested by @kuroshiblack
youâd been in your hotel room when you found out.
you were exhausted and fresh out of the shower, and tiredly fell back onto your hotel bed. of course, you had to check your phone and send a text to taehyung, even if he may be busy.
first, though, you tapped on twitter to just see whatâs going on; you expected to see mostly tags related to the concert you just finished up trending - they were in there but tags relating to taehyung were trending even more. curiosity piqued, you scrolled and saw a lot of negative tags which made you begin to worry.
a bit reluctantly - worried about what you were going to see - you tapped on one of the trending tags and had to scroll through to see what was happening. once you made it through the variants of people saying they couldnât believe taehyung and several, concerning death threats, you saw it.
a picture of taehyung leaving a hotel with a woman on his arm. they both looked red-cheeked and disheveled.
the less logical part of your mind tried to justify it; maybe it was a complete misunderstanding, maybe something completely unrelated to what was being insinuated happened and thereâs a perfectly good explanation for this. of course, the silly theory is proven wrong by more images of taehyung and this mystery woman looking close, faces too close for comfort.
you donât know how long you stare at the images, heart beating out of your chest, thoughts running rampant, and your face blank out of disbelief. somehow you wanted to vehemently deny it - taehyung couldnât cheat, you love each other - but the evidence stared right back at you, disproving your illogical thoughts in an instant.
eventually, you put the phone down; you debated texting taehyung but the thought of speaking to him at that moment made your breath hitch, hands shaking as you pulled the comforter over you. what would he even say? would he try to deny it?
god, you donât know but you were too tired to deal with that shit.
-
the next day, nothing seems better. everything about taehyung is still very much blowing up and that doesnât make you feel any better, it actually makes you feel a lot worse since that means you have to keep seeing it as well. both yours and taehyungâs - btsâ - fandoms kept posting about it and tagging you in posts about it.
theyâre probably expecting some form of a statement from you - and your manager would probably advise you to do so eventually - but you just wanted to pretend nothing existed outside of your hotel room for the rest of the day, until youâre supposed to leave tomorrow.
but before that, you needed to try to talk to taehyung. you knew you needed to, even if the thought of doing so had your stomach in knots; if he doesnât deny anything it feels like that will make it really true, no room to deny it any longer. but if he does deny it, youâre sure that would make you more upset, because how could he lie when the transparent evidence is all over the internet?
your thumb hovered over the call button on taehyungâs contact. your hands were all clammy and jittery as you pressed call and brought the device to your ear.
it felt like it rang forever until it stopped. there was no answer. shakily sighing, you brought your phone back down to text taehyung instead. you had no idea what to say to him, you donât think you even wanted to say anything to him.
though, a simple âwe need to talk.â sufficed before you shut off your phone.
thank god you didnât have any more concerts for now, you were sure you wouldnât be able to pretend to be perfectly fine with all this going on. you threw yourself back into bed and planned to do only that for the remainder of the day.
-
you finally speak to taehyung a few days later, when youâd already flown back to korea and had been holing up in your room.
your phone had been shut off since that day in the hotel and you only barely got the energy and courage to turn it back on after a few days. and then you finally saw all the texts and missed calls from taehyung.
you were surprised he hadn't resorted to banging on your front door with the number of ignored messages and calls.
this time you went to his contact more confidently, not hesitating over the call button. it only rang for a few seconds before he picked up. "y/n baby, i'm so sorry i didn't-"
you were clearly wrong in thinking that you could be calm. you thought the few days of isolating yourself gave you time to process and think but hearing taehyung's voice and his worthless apologies made anger boil in your gut. you were angry, pissed; how could he do that to you? how could he even begin to think a simple 'sorry' would do a damn thing besides irritate you?
"save it, just shut the fuck up, taehyung," you sneered, grip on your phone tightening. the other side of the line went quiet, and you can't remember a time when you were ever glad to not hear taehyung's voice. you huff and take a minute before saying something else. "what the fuck were you thinking?"
"did you not at least have the decency to at least try to be discreet? oh, you probably have zero decency to cheat on me in broad daylight with some bitch!"
"y/n i'm-"
"just tell me why. no excuses."
"i... i don't know i just," he sighs, "i went out and i was drunk... and lonely."
"if you were lonely maybe you should call your fucking boyfriend and not fuck some girl you met, you dick."
"i-i know i'm-"
"don't apologize. i don't want to hear it." you dragged your hand over your face, "fuck you, taehyung. don't speak to me again. ever." scowling, you hung up and went to block his number before turning your phone off yet again.
-
of course, things don't end there. as much as you wish they did. your manager did advise you to make some kind of statement. you reluctantly posted something on twitter after mulling over it for an entire day.
it was simple; just you acknowledging everything and asking people to stop tagging you in things about it for the most part. not only did you just not want to say too much about it, but you also didn't have to, you're not the one who did anything wrong.
then a few days after that, you had to return to your schedules. though you would have preferred to continue staying confined in your apartment for longer, they provide a good distraction from everything. you don't have to think about much else when you're focused on making a track, recording, or panting, out of breath on the floor of the practice room from practicing choreo.
you avoided your phone mostly, usually only using it when your manager wants to yell at you for being late. but occasionally you look to look at the shitshow that is twitter; things have only slightly died down, several still trending tags related to the situation that you (stupidly) tap on and scroll through; taehyung's reputation had been tarnished (for the most part, rightfully so) but unfortunately, the other members of bts were being dragged into it as well.
even though they did nothing wrong and namjoon had even sent you a kind text, assuring you that he or the others don't condone what taehyung did and that they'd all be there for you if you wanted them to be.
your reply was a plain 'thank you' but to be fair you had little energy those days. usually, seeing your name almost everywhere would do the opposite but when it's all just 'kim taehyung cheats on his boyfriend l/n y/n blah blah blah' among homophobes who say they knew taehyung couldn't be gay or that the relationship was already damned in the first place, that can't not be draining.
as an openly gay couple in korea of all places, both you and taehyung got your fair share of hate for it but this whole situation seemed to magnify it.
and if all that wasn't already bad, taehyung kept trying to get in contact with you. at first, he was trying to get into your apartment building but you had already told the security to not let him in but then he mailed gifts, notes and tried to get to you through your company.
you weren't having it at all, and frankly, you wanted to forget kim taehyung existed.
and eventually, you sort of did. filtering things out relating to him and avoiding any news-related things and such helped. so did focusing on yourself, your career, and your album. taehyung stopped trying to get you back, talk to you, or whatever he was pulling, it took a few months but he stopped.
you didn't even have time to think about him much, being too preoccupied with promotions after releasing an album; and thankfully, because of your album, when you see your name it's not in the same sentence as taehyung's. instead of 'taehyung cheats on y/n' it's more 'l/n y/n and his new album', etc.
things were great, for you at least. meanwhile, taehyung had been on a hiatus ever since everything happened; at first, bts entirely went on hiatus, but eventually returned minus one member, taehyung who was still receiving large amounts of hate. part of you managed to feel bad but you remembered heâs the only one to blame, if he hadnât cheated on you, especially in broad daylight, all this could have been avoided.
the thought of him makes you groan, you were supposed to be forgetting him, and you had forgotten him enough but you canât help but think of him at times; after all, heâs a man you loved, one you mightâve spent your life with even.
maybe the proper way to fully move on includes speaking to taehyung, maybe thereâs some form of closure youâre missing.
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contains gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), angst >:), fwb, unhappy ending, implied smut, college au
summary you walk in on hoseok with someone else, but youâre just friends with benefits, arenât you?
words 1.3K
note(s) has my angst improved đđ? also me already having another request finished?? weird
requested
you sighed, falling back onto the soft sheets. still breathing heavily, you forced yourself up even if you wanted to lay longer, catch your breath, and cuddle.
you wet a small towel in the bathroom sink and returned to the bedroom with it; hoseok was still in the same position you left him, laying on his stomach, already half-asleep. tsking, you rolled him over and wiped off his lower stomach and face before wiping yourself off a bit as well.
thankfully the sheets hadnât received too much damage, so you threw yourself back into bed, where hoseok clung to you right away - heâs already a pretty physically affectionate person on his own, it was barely a surprise when you realized heâs a post-coital cuddler.
ây/n?â hoseok mumbled tiredly, from where his face rested against your chest. âhm?â
âyou free this weekend? probably gonna go to this party, wanna come?â
âi have to study,â you groaned, âgot this dumbass test next week,â adjusting your position to cuddle up to hoseok more closely, you sighed comfortably.
âmm. that sucks,â
it really did.
-
you almost groaned audibly before remembering you were very much in a library. with a quiet sigh, you let your blue highlighter fall from your achy hand, making an audible clacking noise as it made contact with the desk. you got a look or two for that one and simply rolled your eyes.
refraining from just dropping your head onto the desk, you closed up your book, gathered your supplies and papers, and stuffed them into your bag.
it was a sunday, and youâd been studying for quite a few hours straight; if only youâd studied more and hadnât begun practically last minute. though, you guess it was your fault for procrastinatingâŠ
you rubbed your temple, trying to ease the aching to no avail. youâd have to hurry home - to take some painkillers, and probably grab a snack and some water. you wanted to stop by hoseokâs within a few hours, it was still a bit early in the night, so he wouldnât be home yet, but hey, more time for you to relax.
and surely, you really did relax; youâd promptly fell asleep after lying in bed, telling yourself you were just gonna rest your eyes before. you blinked your eyes open from your nap and groaned before grabbing your phone, it was a while after midnight.
at least you hadnât slept longer, otherwise, you would have of had to abandon your plan of seeing hoseok in favor of sleeping. though, more sleep sounded quite appealing⊠no, you already got up from bed.
the trip to hoseokâs apartment is a quick one, thankfully; you werenât up for going anywhere too far, and hoseok only lived a few blocks away.
you stopped at his door, on the fifth floor and brought your hand to the keypad to type in the code. it beeped with a green light so you pushed the door open. shutting the door behind you, you stepped further into the entryway, cursing under your breath when a pair of shoes almost made you trip. said shoes were an unfamiliar pair and instead of sitting neatly to the side they were tossed carelessly in the middle of the entrance, another pair - one of hoseokâs familiar pairs - was as well; it was odd because hoseok was a bit of a neat freak.
shrugging off your confusion, you took off your own shoes and placed them neatly before heading in the direction of hoseokâs room. the door was open and you could make out the dim lighting in the dark hallway.
a moan made you stop in your tracks. it was undoubtedly hoseok.
you stupidly continued to the door, the curiosity and anxiousness gnawing at your mind. your breath hitched when you peeked inside.
it was hoseok with another person. and it shouldnât make you feel anything besides maybe embarrassment from witnessing your friend having sex with someone else. but instead, a frown sets on your lips, and thereâs an ugly disruptive churn in your gut; you feel sad, angry, even though you probably have no right to.
youâre the one who agreed to this kind of relationship after all, and youâd never spoken about being exclusive; hoseok would probably say something like, âdoesnât that make us seem like a couple?â and make a face. you knew hoseok hadnât particularly been looking for a romantic relationship when you agreed to this, yet you never stopped your heart from fluttering or pitter-pattering when hoseok smiled so brightly at you or when he held you so tightly.
you silently slipped back out of the apartment, leaving no trace of your visit, and made your way back home, feet dragging on the concrete.
your bed seemed nice, safe right at that moment. you replaced your outfit with a comfortable pair of pajamas and fell into bed.
you hadnât been oblivious to the fact that hoseok slept with others besides you, you werenât dumb. but knowing of it and actually seeing and acknowledging it are two completely different things. so, what now?
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like an idiot, you pretended everything was okay. the day after, you saw hoseok, hooked up, and listened to him talk about the party, where heâd conveniently left out the part where he spent his night with someone else.
you pretended just fine for a few weeks; it wore you down and in the end, you felt like you were wilting a bit, missing something.
you distanced from hoseok, only seeing him now and then for a quick hookup and losing the hangouts and conversations about everything and nothing. it would be fine.
maybe not. you were going to hoseokâs for the first time in two weeks and had seen him with the same person from before - you never saw their face but they had a distinct hair color. you dragged yourself back home again and laid in bed.
maybe the universe is giving you blatant signs to give up. you sigh at the ceiling, perhaps thatâs what you should do. give up.
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you lose track of time, suddenly the semesterâs coming to an end and you canât remember when you last saw hoseok, spoke to him even. was your friendship with him that fragile, invaluable? maybe.
âhey,â
blinking, you angle your head up to see the man youâd just been thinking of, hoseok, whoâs in your favorite cafe. âcan i sit?â
you shrug and hoseok chews his lower lip before sitting across from you. itâs awkward and your shoulders are tensed, you stare down at the drink in your hands, anything to avoid looking at hoseok at that moment.
ây/n⊠ah, weâve been so busy, i feel like i havenât seen you in months.â
probably because it may have been months, you donât know. âyeah.â you answer plainly.
ââŠwe should catch up soon. i would suggest today but iâm actually supposed to be meeting someone,â hoseok gives a strained smile.
âoh-â
âbabe, there you are!â a voice says through a smile, and suddenly thereâs someone standing next to hoseok and greeting him with a kiss. you recognize the hair color. hoseok smiles, bright and carefree. ây/n, this is my partner,â
âi actually met them at that party and-â
you act like youâre listening, nodding, and giving tight smiles, but youâre more in your head than anything, an endless train of what ifâs plaguing your mind.
what if youâd just told hoseok how you felt? what if you went to the party with hoseok? what if you never agreed to the whole friends with benefits thing? what if-
ây/n?â
ââŠyeah?â
âi said iâd text you. see about meeting up sometime soon.â
âoh, yeah. okay,â you said dismissively with a nod. you werenât planning on seeing him again.
i should probably do a lil update even if its possibly dead here-
so my bad for basically going on a hiatus w/o saying anything and letting this acc die i thinkđ§i had completely lost motivation for writing requests on here, still not sure if ive really gained that back, i just got some random motivation to write one request atm-
so i might try to actually be active on here again and ive updated some things in my navigation, and changed my username (used to be xvvder)! and i had to update every single goddamn link after changing it
Hi I really like your writing and I wanted to as if I can request BTS Jungkook smut where Jungkook is wearing a cute dress and before the fansign they have a rough quickie also overstimulated Jungkook ty
contains gn!reader (no pronouns or gender-specific terms), cross-dressing (jk wears a dress), smut, sub!jk, dom!reader, overstimulation, oral, fingering (anal + jk receiving), toys (vibrator), whiny jk, fluff
summary canât go wrong with a quickie before a fansign, right?
words 0.9K
note(s) i forgot fansigns existed fr. look im alive!!! happy new year (*ÂŽêł`*)
requested
"y/n, i'm gonna be late," jungkook pouted.
"c'mon~ you can spare like... twenty minutes," you mumbled, pecking jungkook's neck from behind, where you were back-hugging him.
jungkook groaned and turns in your hold, "yeah right." he rolls his eyes, âyou always say âonly a few minutesâ, or âonly like twenty minutesâ and then iâm an hour or a few late.â he imitated your voice - very poorly and offensively if you might add.
you tsked, âi promise iâll actually be quick this time. scoutâs honor or some shit,â
âyou werenât even a-â not giving him a chance to finish his sentence, you pressed your lips to jungkookâs, less than gentle. he kissed back, a bit too eager for someone complaining about not wanting to be late.
you pulled away with an audible smack, âis that a yes then?â
jungkook furrowed his brows, âyou better not make me late.â
âyeah, yeah,â you gave him a peck of the lips before happily dragging him back to your room and settling him on your bed. you kissed him all over - his lips, his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, you would have continued had there not been fabric in the way, and if jungkook werenât an impatient brat.
âcâmon, hurry up,â he whined petulantly. you tsked and lifted the hem of his dress up, revealing the rest of his thighs and more than part of his toned stomach. âbrat,â you rolled your eyes lovingly, before going to dig out a bottle of lube from the nightstand and push a pillow under jungkookâs hips; you gave him a sweet kiss before lowering between his legs, kissing softly up his right inner thigh.
you stopped at the tent in his underwear, giving it a peck, making jungkook wriggle, clearly wanting more than that. licking up the length through the fabric, you temporarily stained it with your saliva. you mouthed at jungkookâs clothed erection until the latter became fed up with your teasing. ây/n stop - need more,â he whined.
ââcourse you do,â you pecked his cock one more time, âneedy little bun,â you chuckled and pulled off his underwear, the wet fabric peeling from jungkookâs dick. you tossed it away carelessly and kissed your whiny boyfriend's now bare cock before taking it in your mouth; the latter softly moaned, wriggling his hips that were currently held down.
âmore - ah, please,â
and who were you to deny him? you reluctantly pulled your mouth off him, reaching for the lube to squeeze some onto your dry fingers; you warmed the cool substance between your fingers before bringing them to massage at jungkookâs rim. âplease, please,â the latter pouted with wide eyes. you couldnât say no to those eyes, so you pressed your index and middle finger in carefully.
you kept still for a moment until jungkook whined and you thrust your fingers inside him, starting carefully. you lowered your head again, taking his erection back into your mouth. jungkook was squirming, wanting more than he was getting. you bobbed your head once you got your throat to relax, which seemed to satiate your needy boyfriend. while doing so, you managed to ease your ring finger in his ass, alongside the others.
you pulled off him for a last time, replacing your mouth with your hand so that you could focus on fingering him a bit more, wanting to find his prostate. you angled your thrusts more, aiming to find it while simultaneously jerking him off slowly, you knew you had found it when a louder, surprised moan interrupted jungkookâs soft ones; you made sure to keep that angle and thrust your fingers more harshly, tightening your fist around his cock as well and jerking faster.
jungkook whined loudly and continuously, thick thighs trying to clamp closed, ây/n - ah, âm gonna cum, mm-â his moans picked up in both volume and pitch until he came, white stripes painting his stomach and dress - guess heâs not wearing that out today.
of course, you werenât done just yet; you kissed jungkook before getting up to grab something from the closet, that something being a vibrator. you made sure it had batteries in it before returning to your spot between jungkookâs legs. ây/n?â
âyes, bun?â you responded sweetly, pressing the cold vibrator onto jungkookâs softening cock. he quietly whimpered, looking down. you flicked the vibrator on, setting it to a slow speed; jungkook whined and wriggled. ây/n i-â you upped the speed, running the vibrator up and down jungkookâs now re-hardening cock.
jungkookâs melodic moans filled the room while you pressed your fingers back into him, aiming for his prostate right away, tearing a yelp from him.
you kissed against jungkookâs neck and collarbone, watching him already begin to come undone a second time. he arched with teary eyes, ââm gonna cum,â he hiccuped before he came and stained his dress even more. you turned the vibrator off, tossing it somewhere on the bed, and carefully eased your fingers out.
âsuch a good boy, bun,â you praised, kissing jungkookâs lips and his flushed cheeks. you managed to get the dirty dress off him before you went to retrieve a warmly wet towel and a bottle of water.
giving jungkook another kiss, you wiped him off and got him to drink some water, you put a clean pair of underwear on him as well before glancing at the clock which rested on the nightstand. âsee, i told you iâd be quick, you still got twenty minutes,â
jungkook fondly rolled his eyes. âgive me a snack,â he demanded. you did just that, of course, feeding him before he had regained his energy to get up and get ready to go to that fansign.
âhave fun, love you, bun,â you kissed jungkook goodbye at the door.
Hey could I get a story with Jisung from NCT where him and the reader struggle to keep their relationship private, but then they come out and everyone accepts them?
