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Welcome to my blog
About me
You can call me bori
This blog will be both nsfw and sfw but still mdni
I’m 21
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Change of heart
This whole thing started the night he comforted you after a terrible day.
You had shown up at his place in tears, your ex had texted, your manager was overworking and underpaying you, and your body felt heavy with stress. Yeosang opened the door in sweatpants, hair messy, eyes soft. One look at you and he stepped aside silently.
You curled up on his couch. He made tea.
He sat beside you without asking questions, just letting you exist.
You must’ve stared at him for too long. You noticed the curve of his mouth, the way his chest rose when he sighed, how his fingers absentmindedly tapped against his thigh.
Then you leaned in and kissed him.
He paused for half a second just long enough to give you a chance to stop, but you didn’t so he kissed you back. Slow. Exploring. Like he’d been holding back for too long.
That night, neither of you said much. You fell into bed like magnets. Clothes scattered on the floor. He kissed your shoulder when he slid into you the first time, eyes flicking up like he needed to know it was okay.
It was more than okay. He felt like home.
And it felt terrifying.
The next morning, you sat on his kitchen counter wearing his t-shirt and sipping coffee when he brought it up.
“So… that happened,” he said quietly.
You looked over the rim of your mug. “Yeah.”
He scratched his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now. And I don’t think you are either.”
You stayed quiet, processing.
“We could… keep doing this. But no feelings. No jealousy. Just sex. If you want,” he added, glancing at you again.
You should’ve said no. You should’ve stopped it right there.
Instead, you said: “Okay.”
And just like that, you became friends with benefits.
And Yeosang became a habit.
It was never planned, but you always ended up in his bed. You’d be watching movies and end up with his head between your thighs. You’d come over to study and he’d bend you over the desk halfway through. You’d leave his apartment with trembling legs and flushed cheeks, every time saying “see you later” like it didn’t mean everything.
He was…different in bed.
He was rough and gentle at the same time, he touched you like he knew your body better than anyone even you did. Like he memorized your reactions and took pride in unraveling you, slowly at first, then mercilessly.
Some nights were fast and desperate. him fucking you against the wall, hands gripping your throat, your legs shaking from orgasm after orgasm.
Other nights were slower, more intimate. His tongue would explore you for what felt like hours, taking his time like he needed to taste every inch of you. Then he’d fuck you lazily, forehead to forehead, whispering things he wasn’t supposed to say.
“You feel like home.”
“Don’t look at me like that or I’ll fall for you.”
“Stay.”
You laughed them off.
Because you weren’t supposed to fall.
And neither was he.
But Yeosang had been unraveling for weeks.
He didn’t tell you he started noticing the way you hummed when you brushed your hair. Or how you always let him take the first bite of your food. He didn’t tell you that he smiled when he smelled your perfume on his pillows after you left.
And he definitely didn’t tell you that it killed him to imagine you with someone else.
But tonight might be the night where things change
Because as you leaned against the wall at San’s party, laughing with some new trainee, you felt the weight of a stare burn into your skin.
Yeosang.
He hadn’t said a word in the last hour. Just watched you from across the room, jaw set, drink in hand, expression unreadable but eyes absolutely dangerous. You knew that look.
Before you could react, he was moving. Fast.
“Come with me,” he said low, gripping your wrist firmly but not harshly.
“Yeosang—”
“I said come.”
He led you down the hallway, away from the music, away from the stares. He found the nearest empty bedroom and shut the door behind you, locking it with a loud click.
The silence that followed was loud.
“You like playing games?” he asked, stepping in close. “Is that what this is now?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he growled, trapping you between his arms. “You touched him like that on purpose. You laughed at his jokes like you forgot who’s been fucking you every night.”
Your breath hitched. “We’re not together, remember? That’s what you wanted.”
His jaw clenched. “I changed my mind.”
You blinked.
He grabbed your waist and turned you around, pressing your back to his chest, his voice low and dangerous against your ear. “I don’t want to see anyone else touching you. Not when you still have my marks on your thighs.”
Your knees weakened.
He shoved your skirt up with one hand, the other slipping between your legs to find the soaked lace of your panties. “Look at you,” he muttered, breath heavy. “You’re already this wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Yeosang—”
He turned you around and kissed you hard, messy, with tongue and teeth and all the frustration he’d been holding in for weeks. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed between kisses. “You make me lose my mind.”
Your hands clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He stripped, pushing you onto the bed with a hunger you hadn’t seen in him before. This wasn’t casual. This was personal.
He pulled your panties off and spread your legs open, staring down like he was about to devour you whole.
“No more pretending,” he said, lowering his face to your core. “You’re mine.”
You cried out as his tongue flattened against you, licking slow stripes, then flicking quick circles over your clit that had you arching into his mouth.
“Fuck, Yeosang—”
He moaned into you, tongue plunging deeper, hands gripping your thighs to keep you wide open for him.
“Say it,” he growled, lips slick. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” you whimpered. “You. Only you.”
That’s all he needed to hear.
He climbed up your body, kissing you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Then he lined up at your entrance, locking eyes with you.
“This is going to be different,” he warned, voice trembling with restraint. “I need to feel all of you.”
You nodded. “I want it.”
He pushed in slow, but deep. You gasped at the stretch, your nails digging into his back as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, baby,” he cursed. “You feel too good. Always so fucking perfect for me.”
His thrusts started rough, deep and possessive, each one hitting with a rhythm that made your entire body jolt. He gripped your hips and pounded into you, sweat building between your bodies, moans filling the room.
“Tell me this is more than just sex,” he begged against your neck. “Tell me you feel it too.”
You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I do—I feel it—I’ve always felt it.”
That’s when he lost control .
Yeosang slowed down, his movements becoming gentler but more emotional, like he was trying to pour everything he’d been hiding into you.
He cupped your face, kissed your forehead. “You’re not just some fling. You’re not just a good fuck. You’re everything to me.”
Your heart pounded, not from the sex, but from the truth.
He loved you.
And he wasn’t hiding it anymore.
When the orgasm hit, it tore through both of you like a wave. He buried his face in your neck as he came, whispering your name. You held him just as tightly.
He love the way I ride it
You and jungwon were friends you both met through Jake at an event and since then you and jungwon have been pretty close.
Tonight he invited you to a late-night studio session. He’d texted around midnight “Need your ear for this track, please” and you proudly agreed but you didn’t expect things to go left.
When you arrived, he was alone, headphones resting around his neck, fingers tapping a beat on the console. The moment he saw you in the doorway jeans hugging your curves, lips stained red, his whole world tilted.
“Hey, y/n” he said, voice husky. The way he said your name felt like electricity in your veins.
“Hey,” you answered, closing the distance.
He handed you the headphones and played the rough cut of the song: that pulsing bass, those breathy vocals, the promise of something sexy and urgent in every note. You swayed to the beat, hips moving almost involuntarily.
He watched. Eyes fixed on your body like a man starving for more than just music.
When the track faded, the room was silent except for Jungwon’s ragged breath.
“You ride that beat like you were born for it,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Show me.”
Your heart thundered as he unzipped his hoodie, revealing bare skin and the hint of muscle under the studio’s soft lights. Without thinking, you reached for his belt.
He grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Not yet.”
He guided you to the leather couch and sat you down, brushing a finger along your thigh. The contact was electric. He leaned in, lips brushing your earlobe: “Everything about you drives me crazy.”
Your breath hitched. He stood and tugged you to your feet, pressing you against the glass window overlooking the empty parking lot. His mouth found yours, slow and demanding, as one hand curled in your hair and the other roamed over your hips.
You melted into him, slipping your hands over his warm skin. He groaned and stepped back, lifting you effortlessly onto the sill. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he kicked off his shoes, throwing them to the side.
“I want to see you move,” he whispered, voice thick with need.
You closed your eyes and began to ride him, rocking your hips, rolling your pelvis to an imaginary beat, watching as his hands slid to your waist to guide you, his breath coming faster with every roll.
The sensation of his length pressing into you through his boxers made you gasp, Jungwon’s eyes darkened.
“Fuck,” he groaned, tugging down his pants. His dick finally sprang free, hard and shining. He lined himself at your entrance, then you sank down on him slowly.
You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders. The friction was everything, the way you fit around him, the way he filled you, the slick heat flooding between your thighs.
“Ride me,” he rasped, gripping your hips. “Show me how you like it.”
You obeyed, bouncing once to feel the full length, then setting a steady pace rocking up and down, grinding back and forth. His hands clamped to your ass, squeezing and lifting you higher.
“Just like that,” he urged, voice thick. “So good.”
His encouragement fueled you. You went faster, hips snapping, breasts brushing his chest. He thrust up to meet you, deep and hard, matching your rhythm.
Every time you looked at him every time his gaze locked on yours your stomach twisted and your breath caught. You could feel him losing control, pupils blown wide, jaw clenched. The power of your ride had him in a trance.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he panted, guiding you backward so you were straddling his lap facing him. Your arms curled around his neck, pulling him deeper as he thrust into you relentlessly.
His fingers tangled in your hair, holding you as you rode out your orgasm, a shuddering release that left you breathless and trembling.
He didn’t stop. He kept going, fucking you through your release until his own release hit a hot pulse deep inside you as he came, groaning your name.
For a moment you both stayed still, chests heaving, foreheads resting together.
A few hours later
He lies awake in the dark studio, replaying the feel of you riding him, your voice calling out in pleasure. His stomach twists, knees go weak. Every mix he does, every beat he writes, he imagines you moving to it, your body, your confidence, your fire. He texts you at 3 AM: “I miss you already.”
Later that day Jungwon couldn’t focus during dance practice. Every turn, every beat, his mind slipped back to the memory of you riding him, your hips rolling, your breathy moans, the way your body clenched around him like a vise. His stomach twisted, his knees felt weak every time he closed his eyes.
By the end of rehearsal, he was dripping with sweat but shaking with need. He ducked past his members, grabbed his keys, and practically sprinted out of the building and into a waiting taxi.
He stood on your porch, heart thudding so loud he swore you could hear it through the door. You opened the door in jeans and a tank top, hair falling in soft curls around your shoulders. When you saw him, your breath caught.
“Jungwon…” you whispered.
He didn’t answer. He simply closed the distance, pressing you back against the door with urgent hands on your hips. His mouth crashed into yours hard, demanding, tongue plunging in to claim yours.
You moaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted you, hooking your legs around his waist. He carried you inside, kissing a trail along your jaw, neck, collarbone, until you settled onto the edge of your bed.
He stared at you his eyes dark with need, he ripped off your jeans in one motion. You kicked them aside, braless under your tank, nipples pebbled and begging. He peeled it off with one hand while tugging his own shirt over his head.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, eyes drinking you in.
He knelt between your legs, thumb brushing your clothed slit. You gasped at the feather-light touch, hips arching. He slid your panties to the side and thumbed your soaked center, drawing a long, slow circle that had you trembling.
“Already this wet for me?” he murmured, lips brushing your inner thigh. He leaned in, tongue dragging up your soaking folds, then pressed two fingers in with a rough curl. You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.
He held you down, savoring every whimper, every twitch, every shudder as he drilled those fingers in and out. When you were trembling on the edge again, he pulled out, licked his fingers clean, then stood and kicked off his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard,thick and beautiful.
He slid in one slow inch, watching your face as your eyes rolled back. Then he bottomed out and still didn’t move, letting you feel all of him. He rested his forehead on yours.
“You feel so damn good,” he groaned. “I’ve missed this.”
He began to fuck you with long, deep thrusts that pressed right against that spot inside you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, holding him closer, guiding his pace.
His hands gripped your waist, knuckles white as he picked up speed, hard, merciless. The headboard thumped against the wall with each slam. Your moans turned into cries.
“Cum for me,” he panted, voice thick. “Cum on my cock.”
You came, body arching, nails digging into his back, voice raw with need. He rode out your orgasm, spilling inside you in one violent, perfect thrust. You both trembled, breathless, chest to chest.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. Your legs draped over his, skin slick.
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I think I’m going to be weak all week,” he whispered.
You giggled, running your fingers through his damp hair. “Good. I like knowing it’s cuz of me.”
Yeosang as your boyfriend
Yeosang who is shy and quiet most of the time, yeosang isn’t the type to smother you with attention publicly, but his eyes are always on you
Yeosang who will take care of you when you’re sick. He’ll make you soup and make sure you’re hydrated and taken care of
Yeosang who instead of constantly saying he loves you he actually shows because he knows that actions are stronger than words
Yeosang who if another guy flirts with you he doesn’t get mad but instead he quietly would wrap his arms around your waist and give the guy that look that screams she’s mine
Yeosang who spoils you he takes you out to fancy restaurants or expensive vacations he’ll never admit but he loves spoiling you
Yeosang who gets sad and sulky when you’re mad at him
Yeosang who text you throughout the day to tell you how much he loves you and misses you
Yeosang who is secretly clingy he doesn’t like to admit it but loved to have you in his arms at all times
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We all know that the quiet ones are the freakiest
Yeosang who’s duality is insane he’s sweet and shy and soft spoke but at night? It’s like he’s a different person especially if he’s behind closed doors with you
Yeosang who has a praising kink he loves to praise and make sure that he lets you know how beautiful you are and how good you ride him or how good you taste on his lips
Yeosang who wants to be the only one taking control , he loves seeing you fall apart and hearing you scream because of him it just turns him on even more knowing that he’s the one making you feel good
Yeosang who tries so hard to be quiet and not moan loud but struggles all because of you, he can’t help but moan when he hears you moan his name
Yeosang who loves seeing you in lingerie he’ll sit back on the bed with a smirk on his face and his eyes dark while you show off your set “turn around” he’ll say
Yeosang who has a major breeding kink the thought of filling you up and possibly getting you pregnant turns him on “fuck baby I’m going to get you pregnant” he groans while filling you up
Yeosang who has a voice kink only for you though. He loves the sounds you make when he’s inside of you, he’ll encourage you not to stay quiet he’ll whisper “let me hear your pretty voice” while thrusting deep inside of you
Yeosang who texts you dirty messages telling you what e wants to do to you just to tease you
Yeosang who smacks your ass every time you walk by him
Happy birthday yeosang
In honor of all our military husbands being back!!!
🔞WARNING: linked fic’s contain smut! Read at your own risk and beware of their warnings!🔞
Members are listed in order of fanchant! Enjoy and show these writers some love~
❥At ease (KNJ one shot by @mrsvante )
❥(I really couldn’t find a Jin military related one I’m so sorry!!🥲)
❥ Daddy’s home (MYG one shot by @kpopslutsafterd4rk )
❥ LIFE | jhs (JHS one shot by @hoseoksluna )
❥Safe & Sound (PJM one shot by @mrsvante )
❥Honorably discharged (KTH one shot by @mrsvante )
❥ military wife │ jjk 18+ (JJK one shot by @littlegochu )
LOL NO in Korean he said they were just hanging out and just parted ways (which translated to broken up lol). As in they were having out talking and parted to go back to their own homes lol.
Ohhhhhh Im sorry 💔😭😭
Daddy’s home
Yoongi had been away in the military for two extremely long years. To you, it hadn’t just felt like two years it felt like two entire decades. Every day without him was heavy, every night empty without his voice, his touch, his warmth beside you. You had convinced yourself that you could survive a few more days without him, that you’d hold on just a little longer until his expected return.
But then you suddenly heard the jingle of keys at the door, your heart nearly stopped.
Your head snapped up from your phone, eyes wide. You weren’t expecting anyone. Cautiously, you stood up, your breath caught in your throat as the front door slowly creaked open.
And then there he was.
Your boyfriend stood in the doorway, dressed in casual clothes, hair slightly longer, his face a little leaner but still familiar. He was even more handsome than you remembered. That same soft, gummy smile spread across his face when your eyes met, and suddenly the room disappeared. Time stopped.
“Yoongi?” you whispered, frozen in place.
His smile widened. “Hey, baby.”
You squealed and ran across the room, jumping into his arms so hard that it knocked him a step. He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go. And neither did you.
“You’re back,” you breathed, voice shaky as you buried your face in his neck, holding him like he might disappear again. “I thought you weren’t coming home for a few more days.”
He chuckled softly, the sound making your chest ache in the best way. “They let me go early. I’m not sure why, but I don’t care. All that matters is that I’m here with you now.”
You pulled back just enough to look at his face, your eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I missed you so much, Yoongi,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You don’t understand every single day without you just felt like hell. I didn’t know how to function sometimes.”
Tears started falling, and he frowned gently, reaching up to cup your cheeks.
“Baby… don’t cry,” he whispered, brushing a tear away with his thumb. “You know I hate seeing you like this.”
His own eyes were watery now, glistening under the soft lighting of the hallway. “I missed you too. Every single day. I thought about you from the moment I woke up to the second I closed my eyes. Some nights I couldn’t sleep at all because I missed you so damn much.”
You sobbed into his chest again, and he held you tighter, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But it’s okay now. I’m here. I’m not leaving again, I promise you. Not ever.”
Later that night, after hours of cuddling and catching up, you pulled out a bottle of wine, his favorite and sat on the floor together with music playing softly in the background. The two of you giggled about old memories, clinking glasses, drinking more than you probably should’ve.
Yoongi’s cheeks were flushed pink, his body relaxed as he laid back on the rug and looked up at the ceiling, one hand lazily resting on your thigh.
“You still hum in your sleep, you know that?” he slurred slightly, grinning.
You laughed, your head resting on his shoulder. “Shut up, no I don’t.”
“You do,” he insisted, poking your side. “Like a little jazz track. Cutest thing ever.”
You snorted and leaned over him, tracing the curve of his jaw with your fingertip. “And you still talk in your sleep. One night you called me ‘your sexy rice cake.’”
He groaned and covered his face with one hand, laughing. “God, I was so deprived.”
You leaned down and kissed his flushed cheek, both of you warm and a little tipsy. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
He turned to you, eyes softer than ever. “Me too. Being away from you… it reminded me that nothing else matters as much as you do.”
The wine bottle was nearly empty now, the playlist had shifted to slower, more sensual tracks, and you and Yoongi were sprawled together on the living room floor, tangled in each other. The soft, golden glow from the lamp cast a cozy warmth over the space, making everything feel dreamlike.
Yoongi was more giggly than usual, the tipsy flush in his cheeks giving him a boyish glow, but his eyes never left you. They were darker now, quieter, studying your face with something far deeper than amusement.
“You know I missed you, right?” he mumbled, his voice dipping into that familiar, low rasp that always got to you. His hand slid lazily across your thigh, just enough to make your breath hitch.
You turned your face toward him, cheeks warm, heart thudding. “I know. I missed you too.”
But Yoongi wasn’t done.
His fingers tightened gently on your skin, holding you in place. “No, baby,” he said, sitting up just a little, resting his forehead against yours. “I mean I really missed you. Everything about you. The way you smile, the way you talk in your sleep, the way you say my name when you want something…”
Your breath caught.
“Jagiya,” he said suddenly, soft, low, and intentional.
You froze for a moment. That word,that tone. He knew exactly what that did to you. Your heart stumbled in your chest, and warmth bloomed low in your belly.
“Yes?” you whispered, your voice already breathless.
He grinned, eyes slightly hooded. “Come here.”
He didn’t give you time to think. he pulled you by the waist until you were straddling his lap. You could feel him already getting hard beneath you, through his sweats, and you instinctively pressed your thighs together at the contact.
Yoongi looked up at you, his hands sliding under your oversized shirt, his shirt actually and traveling up your sides slowly, fingers grazing your skin like he was rediscovering it for the first time in years.
Chills raced down your spine.
“You feel so soft,” he murmured, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts before dragging back down to your waist. His touch was light, teasing.
You gasped slightly as his lips brushed over your jawline, then to your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. “Do you know how many nights I About you? About what I’d do when I finally had you again?”
His hands gripped your hips tighter now, guiding you to grind against him. You whimpered softly, your head tipping back, the heat between your legs pulsing.
“Yoongi…” He looked up at you, eyes dark and heavy with want. “Tell me what you want, jagi. I’ve waited so long I want to give you everything.”
Your fingers curled into his hair as you leaned down, lips brushing his. “I want you,” you breathed. “Right now. All of you.”
And that was all it took.
He crashed his mouth against yours in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and desperation. His hands gripped your thighs, your ass, anything he could touch, and in one motion, he stood up still holding you and carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing.
The door slammed shut behind him.
He tossed you onto the bed and crawled over you, hunger in his every movement. His mouth trailed down your neck, biting, sucking, leaving his mark on you. His hands were everywhere, yanking your panties down, spreading you open with a low growl.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured against your inner thigh. “Is this all for me?”
You moaned his name in response, and he smirked.
“Good.”
And then, without warning, he dipped his head between your legs his tongue flattened against your soaked core before sliding up and circling your clit in deep, slow strokes. Your hips bucked, but his strong hands were already on your thighs, pinning you open, keeping you where he wanted you.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned into you, his voice low and wrecked. “I almost forgot how good this pussy is.”
Your eyes rolled back. He devoured you like he needed it to breathe, tongue flicking, lips sucking, moaning against your heat as if he wanted you to feel how much he missed you in every stroke.
When he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, your back arched violently, a strangled cry ripping from your throat. You grabbed his hair, trying to ground yourself, but he didn’t let up.
“Come on, baby,” he muttered, pulling back only slightly to look up at you. His lips glistening, chin wet. “Cum on my tongue. Right now.”
You shattered.
Your thighs clamped around his head as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Yoongi groaned as you came, licking you through it, not letting up until you were shaking under him.
When he finally pulled away, his smirk was dangerous.
“I’ve been dreaming about this exact moment for two fucking years.”
You were still panting, barely recovered, when he stood up and pulled off his shirt, revealing the body you’d only seen in pictures since he enlisted, more defined now, stronger, but still so Yoongi. He pushed down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing free, hard and heavy, flushed at the tip.
Your mouth watered.
“Eyes up here,” he chuckled. “You’re gonna get it soon.”
He crawled back onto the bed and hovered over you, dragging his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick. His tip bumped your clit and you whimpered, body still sensitive.
Yoongi leaned down, whispering against your lips, “You ready, baby?”
“Please,” you breathed. “I need you so bad.”
With one deep, hard thrust, he buried himself inside you and both of you moaned at the feeling.
“Shit, you’re still so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips and starting to move, slow and deep at first, grinding into you like he had all the time in the world. “Like this pussy was made for me.”
You wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper. “Faster, Yoongi—fuck me.”
He growled at your words, slamming into you harder, faster, until the bed creaked and your body rocked with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping, your wetness, and Yoongi’s filthy praises filled the room.
“You like being fucked like this, huh?” he panted. “Missed having me stretch you open, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Yoongi, fuck—I missed you so much—”
He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“Then watch me when I cum in you,” he growled. “You’re taking every drop, understand?”
You nodded quickly, breathless, and just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he slipped his hand between your bodies and rubbed tight circles on your clit.
You fell apart in seconds.
You came again with a scream, your walls clenching so hard around him it drove Yoongi over the edge. He moaned your name his rhythm slowed as he spilled into you, thrusting through it until he was spent and panting above you.
Both of you collapsed, tangled together, hot skin against hot skin, his cum slowly dripping out of you and onto the sheets.
Yoongi pressed kisses all over your face, still catching his breath.
“I’m never going that long without you again,” he murmured. “Next time, you’re coming with me.”
You laughed weakly, pulling him in closer.
In honor of yoongi being back
Jimin Weverse update
Am I delulu or does this look like a poem or lyrics I’m so confused 😭💕💜
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Impatient
You have been counting down the minutes the whole evening, it’s currently 8PM, and yoongi wouldn’t be home for another hour or two from his studio session. Normally him coming home to you meant one thing: filthy raw sex that leaves the both of you breathless and desperate for more. But right now you just couldn’t wait for him.
You slipped out of bed and stepped into the hot shower. Steam curled around you as you washed your body, as you showered you imagined his hands trailing over your every curve. When you dried off you slipped into your black lace set that yoongi loved seeing you wear, you topped it with your long coat and black stiletto heels.
Your keys jingled as you walked to your car, you got into the car and drove to the studio. Your heart raced as you stepped inside without knocking.
Yoongi jumped,his earbuds dangling around his neck.”fuck you scared me” he murmured. “What are you doing here?”
You giggled,closing the distance between the two of you. “Sorry baby. I just missed you”
He smiled. But something in his eyes told you that he didn’t completely believe that.
You shrugged off your coat,letting it drop to the floor. His jaw tightened when he realized you wore nothing under that coat.
“Why didn’t you wear anything under that?” He asked,his voice husky.
You stepped closer to him,tracing your fingers down his chest. “Just thought I’d make it easier for you,easy access you know.”
His eyes darkened. He set his earbuds aside and reached for you,but you take a step back.
He frowns and gets closer to you “you drive all this way and you get all coy?” He teased.
“I’m not coy I just want you.”
That was all the invitation he needed. He pulled you into his arms and smashed his lips onto yours. One hand roamed up your back, the other traced the seam of your panties through the lace until he slipped a finger beneath. You gasped into the kiss as his fingers pressed against your wetness.
He backed away slowly and smiled as he unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock. You sank to your knees without hesitation, wrapping your lips around him as he guided your head. His fingers tugging you closer, and you obeyed,taking him deeper.
his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him, he hissed, “Fuck, just like that.” His hand tightened in your hair, guiding you your head back and forth in a steady, punishing rhythm.
You hummed around him, licking a bold stripe from base to crown, then hollowing your cheeks in a wet, sloppy suction that almost made his knees give out. He groaned. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Suck me up.”
Obediently, you bobbed your head faster, when you felt him twitch, you hollowed your cheeks extra hard, making sure to take every last drop. He bucked against your lips, a low growl escaped his lips, and then he shuddered, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, with a satisfied moan.
He pulled you to your feet, pressing rubbing your clit. You whimpered, legs parting instinctively as he hooked his finger under the lace and pushed two fingers inside of you. “So wet,” he breathed. “Always so fucking wet for me.”
You trembled around his fingers, back arching as he his fingers’ sped up. “Yoongi,” you gasped, “please—”
He silenced you with a brutal kiss, one hand fisting around your hair, the other still working your cunt.
When you came, it ripped through you, body shaking, breath shattering. He pulled his fingers free and coated them in your essence before trapping your mouth around them. “Taste yourself,” he demanded, and you did, licking him clean.
He laughed darkly and lowered you to the console, kicking his jeans off completely. He positioned himself at your entrance and sunk in, slow and deep, letting you adjust to his thick length before moving. Then he began to fuck you hard,
“Shit, you feel so good,” he growled, jaw clenched. “You’re mine.”
You cried out, nails digging at his back as he slammed into you without mercy. Every thrust hit your most sensitive spot, every groan from his lips sent shockwaves through your core. When he finally felt himself nearing the edge, he slowed down,burying his face in your neck. “Cum for me,” he whispered, voice rough and urgent.
You did, your legs trembled, body shaking around him as you came again, this time so hard it dragged him over the edge with you. He spilled deep inside, groaning your name.
Two years without you (namjoon version)
Two years, Two whole years without him.
You don’t even remember the way you used to breathe when he was gone. The silence. The ache. The silence. The way you stopped looking at the moon because it reminded you too much of the night he left.
Namjoon had kissed you softly, promising you it’d fly by.
But it didn’t. It dragged.
Every. Single. Day.
But now…
Now you’re in his arms again standing in the middle of your kitchen.
Still in his uniform he looks A little older, a little leaner, skin tanned from the sun and eyes still the exact shade as you remember. his voice deeper, but those dimples? They’re still the same.
When he arrived you had just gotten home from grocery shopping you didn’t hear him come in but you seen a figure in the corner of your eye. You turn around and see him. You freeze. The grocery bag in your hands drops to the floor. Bananas and a box of cereal roll across the hallway, but you didn’t even care. You were too stunned to speak. To move. To breathe.
Then suddenly he walked in front of you.
Pulling you into his arms. Crushing you against his chest. His scent is different. More wood. More smoke. But the way his body fits against yours?
Now here you are still in his arms sobbing.
“I’m home,” he breathes against your ear, his voice trembling. “Baby… I’m home.”
You nod, gripping his shirt like your life depends on it. Sobbing uncontrollably
You kiss him. Desperately. Fingers in his hair. Lips smashing into his with everything you had. Every unsent voicemail. Every night you cried yourself to sleep whispering his name into your pillow.
He stumbles you both inside your bedroom, not even bothering to close the door completely. He needs you—now.
The second you’re in the bedroom, it’s like gravity doesn’t exist anymore.
Namjoon’s mouth is on your neck, teeth grazing your skin like he’s starving. “You waited for me,” he breathes between kisses. “You actually waited.”
Your hands slide under his shirt. “Of course I did.”
“You could’ve moved on,” he whispers, voice breaking. “Two years is a long time.”
You shake your head. “There’s no one else. There’s only ever been you, you’re the only one I want.”
His mouth crashes back onto yours with need
He strips you slowly, hands trembling, kissing every inch of skin like it’s sacred.
When he finally enters you, it’s not rough. It’s deep. So deep.
He presses his forehead to yours,
You arch under him, clutching his shoulders. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”
His thrusts are steady, controlled, and full of emotion. You’ve never felt him like this. Never felt him this desperate to feel you. To claim you. To come home to you in.
you both cum together
He collapses next to you, your bodies soaked in sweat and tears
You nod, stroking his damp hair. “Never leave me for that long again.”
Namjoon kisses your shoulder. “Never.”
Two years without- taehyung version
Taehyung left for the military two years ago, since then your life hasn’t been the same.
Two years of silence at dinner.
Two years of reaching for someone in bed who wasn’t there.
Two years of scrolling through old texts, old voicemails, old selfies just to feel something again.
You memorized his voice through the phone. You memorized the way he said “I love you” at the end of every rushed call, always under his breath, always like it hurt.
You memorized the ache in your own chest.
You thought you were prepared. You thought two years would fly.
But no one warned you about the way your soul starves.
But tonight? Tonight it ends
Because he’s here.
In your doorway.
Wearing his military uniform and trembling hands and that same love in his eyes.
He doesn’t even say anything at first. He just stares.
But then
He breaks.
“Baby…” he exhales. His voice is different.
It’s thicker. Rougher. Deeper than you remember.
Tears spill before you can even touch him.
Your knees give out as he drops his bags, arms wrapping around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “I’m home, angel. I’m home.”
Your lips crash against his in a kiss that tastes like grief and hunger. Like two hearts trying to remember how to beat at the same time.
Clothes fall fast. Desperate. Clumsy.
You’re both crying. You’re both shaking.
He lays you down on the floor. You don’t even make it to the bed.
“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, kissing every inch of your skin like an apology. “Can’t believe I survived without you.”
His fingers tremble as they slide between your thighs.
“Still get so wet for me,” he whispers, voice tight. “God, I dreamed of this. Every. Night.”
You nod, barely able to breathe.
“I never stopped loving you, Tae. Not for one second.”
He chokes on a sob, burying his face into your neck.
When he enters you. slow, deep, devastating you both cry harder.
“I missed you,” you gasp.
“I know, baby,” he whispers, rocking his hips gently. “I missed you more.”
He holds your face. Kisses your eyelids. Whispers every dirty, desperate thing he thought while wearing a uniform and sleeping on a cot that was colder than death.
“I thought about you every night. About this pussy. About the way you sound and feel when you cum.”
He thrusts a little deeper.
Your back arches. Your eyes roll.
“I touched myself to the memory of you crying for me,” he groans, chest heaving. “I promised myself the second I got out, I’d come back and fuck you like I never left.”
Your walls squeeze him. You’re close. So close.
“Tae—please—”
He shushes you, forehead pressed to yours.
“Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”
And when you fall apart beneath him, sobbing and clinging and shaking he follows.
Eyes locked. Mouth open. Voice wrecked.
He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t even move for a moment.
He just lays there, inside you, breathing in sync, heart pounding against your chest.
And then he says the words you didn’t even know you needed.
“I’m never leaving you again.”
A/n:
I’m a bit late but I’ll be making one of these for each member
