Gon’ pop like trouble

Two noonas rambling, writing, thirsting about kpop (mostly BTS) This is a safe space for everyone, come share your thoughts and thirsts with us. 🔞 please don't interact if you're underage. Masterlist

[ramblingnoonas]

Masterlist

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hobi

Namjoon

Jimin

♡Butter

♡Trade It All

Taehyung

Jungkook

♡Steam

♡morning head drabble

♡Appreciation

Moodboards

♡Jikook Tropical Moodboards 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

♡Jungkook Tropical Moodboard

♡Jimin Tropical Moodboard

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If you're taking requests (and don't mind writing this, no pressure) Snake hybrid Jimin and him being embarrassed/shy about you seeing his forked tongue. I'll leave the details up to you, smut or fluff whatever 🙈

I have little experience writing hybrids so I hope this is acceptable 🤞 (sorry for the title i panicked)

Sharing Sssssecrets

hybrid!jimin x reader

Wc: 932

Jimin rocks back and forth, his criss-crossed legs tucked underneath himself on your couch, a position he's become all too familiar with over the last few weeks.

"Just a second, I'm grabbing salt." Your head pokes around the corner. "You like salt on your popcorn, right?"

"Sure, I do." Jimin likes anything you suggest basically.

He's just kinda excited you wanted to hang out with him. Having a close friend is somewhat new territory for him because...well, people don't usually want to have a snake as a best friend. One particular reason he's refrained from telling you what he is.

A few moments later, you plop next to him on the cushion and happily offer to let him hold the popcorn bowl. You're always really nice with little things like this and it makes Jimin like you more.

When he takes the bowl, you spy something odd poking out from underneath his long sleeve. "What's that?"

"Nothing." Jimin quickly tugs his sleeve over his wrist, successfully creating perhaps the cutest sweater paws you've ever seen, but your curiosity is not distracted that easily.

Based on Jimin's expression and sudden inability to look you in the eye, you discern it must not be something he's willing to talk about, so you drop the issue...or so he presumes.

"I still can't believe you've never seen The Nightmare Before Christmas. It's a classic holiday masterpiece."

You press play and Jimin can sense the immediate excitement spilling from your aura. His senses are on high alert due to the amount of energy coming from your pores. You smell like a meadow littered in sunflowers and snow. It's really nice, specifically since most humans don't smell nearly as lovely. He can only imagine what it would be like to kiss you.

He does his best to pay attention to the movie. It's your favorite, apparently, so he wants to be able to talk about it with you when it's over. The plot is interesting but it's mainly the art style that catches his attention. He gets why it's a classic.

"This is my favorite song!" you exclaim, shifting to your knees and opening your mouth wide to release the loudest voice Jimin has heard in a long time. It's long and steady and holy shit you're howling?!

Jimin's eyes grow three sizes when he sees two fluffy, grey ears pop up on your head and a large fluffy tail slips from the waistline of your shorts. He doesn't say anything and you continue your half singing/half howling performance. With happy, pink cheeks you hit the final note and fall back on the couch, clearly satisfied with your song.

"___?" he says carefully. "You're a--"

"Hybrid?" you respond, turning your head and consequently flopping your cute ears from side to side. "Yeah. Aren't you?"

How you found out, Jimin will never know. But somehow you know, so there's no point in denying it. He nods.

You smile. "There's no need to be shy. It's okay if you don't want to shift here, but you should know I'm totally okay with it."

Jimin has never known anyone like you. You're so open about what you are, completely unashamed of your Husky features despite the prejudice and stereotypes waiting outside your front door. Jimin can only wish he could be as confident as you.

Then again....maybe he can be.

Slowly, he rolls up his sleeve to reveal scattered patches of rough scales traveling the expanse of his forearm.

"Whoa," you gasp, your tail beginning to wag behind you happily, "so you're a reptile hybrid? That's so cool! Can I ask what kind?"

Your excitement is foreign to him; most people don't favor reptile hybrids. They're not cute like dogs or cats or bunnies. Even foxes are more readily accepted than he is.

"A...snake," he answers quietly.

"Do you have any other hybrid features?"

He nods and you raise your eyebrows expectantly.

But Jimin hangs his head, his shyness overpowering his desire to share with you. "It's not...I mean, you might think it's weird."

In the next moment, your hand feels over his arm, stroking his scales with your insanely smooth palms and fingertips. He looks up at you, your eyes exactly like that of a puppy, innocent and welcoming, warm and understanding.

"You don't have to show me anything you don't want to. But I hope you know, nothing will change the way I feel about you."

"How you feel about me?"

"I like you, Jimin. I think you're cool."

"You do?"

Your nod causes your ears to flop again and Jimin feels that deep in his chest, courage and comfort surging through his bones enough to trust you with his secret.

Parting his lips, he sticks his tongue out, the tip slowly splitting until half the muscle has come apart. The size of your eyes is unreal as you lean closer to see better. Instantly your cheeks are dusted in a precious pink, the color flushing darker the longer you watch Jimin make each split end dance and flick against the air.

A million and one questions flood your head and you can't help but ask them.

"Can you smell with it?"

"Uh, not really."

"Can you make it do that hiss thing?"

"Sorta but it makes me spit a lot."

"Can you make it go back to one?"

"No, but it's easy enough to hide like this."

"Wow," you respond, cutely pawing at your ear and shrugging your shoulders, "you must be a pretty good kisser, huh?"

"I guess so....wait, what?!"

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Love this!! The cuteness!!

[a-detraque-barista]

The Type To...NSFW ver.

Hoseok’s the type to piston into you while hitting your g-spot every single time. His dancer hips give him excellent accuracy. He would love to keep going until you’re absolutely destroyed, you have to beg for it a few times if you want him to do that though.

Jungkook’s the type to keep eating you out even after he’s made you come about two times. Whether you’re sitting on his face or he’s got you on your back, he’s holding you there until his thirst for your cunt is satiated for the time being.

Namjoon’s the type to shut you up by shoving his cock in your mouth. It’s his favorite thing to do when you’re being a brat.

Taehyung’s the type to use small toys on you first. Big enough to penetrate you, about as long as his index finger, but not long enough to get you off. Just short of your g-spot. He’d also take his time, pumping the toy inside you slowly and leisurely.

Seokjin’s the type to get turned on by seeing you cook or bake. The second you get cream or sauce on your face he’s right there to lick it up. Tempted to take the rest and pour it on you so he can lick you clean.

Jimin’s the type to leave marks. Not the small pink ones that are barely noticeable. His hickeys are dark purple and he bites hard enough to leave imprints for days. Your thighs and neck are his favorite places to mark.

Yoongi’s the type to worship your body as he pounds into you. If you’re into pet play, praises come out of him left and right. If you’re not, he’ll still praise you just not as much. He’d rather let you hear his growls and groans. Either way, he’s gonna find you the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

[ramblingnoonas]

nsfw morning head

Jungkook x reader drabble

gentle smut and fluff.

 You slowly open your eyes and look over to see a still sleeping Jungkook in bed. His sweet little cheeks puffy and lips pouty, gently breathing in and out. You take your hand and place it on his bare stomach giving loving rubs as you start to wake up. You run your hand along the waistband of his underwear and notice his erection. Deciding to wake him up with morning head you move your body down under the warm covers and slowly start to palm him then slide his boxer down over his hips and hardness. He starts to move some in the sheets but he still seems to be asleep. Taking him in your mouth you slowly start to suck, hearing the littlest moan leave his lips. You feel him push his hips towards your face trying to put his cock further into your mouth as he starts to feel the wet warmth around him. You happily oblige taking him deeper and he whispers "baby, mmmmm you don't have to." barely being able to get out a sentence from being so sleepy but yet it feeling so good that he would hate for it to stop. Jungkook then gently grabs your hair getting it out of your face and helps to slowly guide your head at the pace he wants until he cums.

[ilikemesometaetaes]

POV: You give Jimin a small strip show over Facetime.

DO NOT REPOST © @ilikemesometaetaes

[namchyoon]

thank u for answering all my questions namjoon i will now proceed to scream

[wildflowermooon]

@thotpickle-has-seen-nct @sookie-dxb

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Woof woof bark woof 🥵🥵🥵

[parkdatjimin]

found this on @hsavinien blog and it looked too fun to pass up so here we go. thank you for posting!!

I feel like I'm doing decently 😅👉👈 also I've been really getting into DKB recently and I've got some ideas for my ever present obsession with BNHA so the multifandom writer blank may be filled sooner than later 🤐

Tagging: @ramblingnoonas @kookieswan @readyplayerhobi @eureka-its-zico @xjoonchildx @joyfulhopelox @xpeachesncream @gimmesumsuga @gyukult and anyone who wants to (no pressure <3)

[ramblingnoonas]

Thanks for the tag @parkdatjimin 🥰💕

Tagging - @lunaandhertrashheap @koos-euphoria @4joonkookie

And anyone else who wants to play

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Maknae Line ~ New ARMY Membership Photos

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Hyung Line ~ New ARMY Membership Photos

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🏝 Jimin Tropical Moodboard 🏝

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🏝 Jungkook Tropical Moodboard 🏝

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🏝 Jikook Tropical Moodboard (pt5) 🏝

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🏝 Jikook Tropical Moodboard (pt4) 🏝

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🏝 Jikook Tropical Moodboard (pt3) 🏝

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🏝Jikook Tropical Moodboard (pt2)🏝

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🏝Jikook Tropical Moodboard (pt1) 🏝

We've been talking about what a tropical vacation with Jimin and Jungkook would be like, and by talking about, I mean obsessing, drooling, thirsting, longing 🤭

Imagine them all wet coming out of the sea, pushing wet bangs out of their face. Water dripping down their bare chests, abs, that sexy V line at their hips...Lazy days lying on the beach, drinking, talking, kissing, fucking 😏

I couldn't stop thinking about it (and noonaI was having a bad day) so I've made a little series of moodboards to cheer us all up💙

(Pictures not mine. All credit to owners. All found on Pinterest)

[ramblingnoonas]

Butter

 

Ø  Pairing – idol!Jimin x female reader

Ø  Genre – smut

Ø  Warnings – 18+ NSFW, oral (f recieving), misuse of BH property. Dom jimin (a tiny bit, not really, if you squint)

Ø  Word count – 1.2k

Ø  Summary – Jimin invites you to the filming of Butter mv

(written by NoonaL - this is my first fanfic, please be gentle)

 

 

Reading his text again, your frown deepened;

come see me on set. Wear a dress. 

Wear a dress?! Jimin had never been that specific about your outfit before and he knew that you weren't really a dress girl. Feeling confused you typed a reply, telling him you'd be there soon.

When you arrived there were a lot of staff around that you knew so you were able to find Jimin quickly, but you still felt incredibly self conscious in the knee length summer dress that was world's apart from your usual jeans and jumper attire.

He was in the middle of filming and oh god did he look good. Too good! Like every Mafia and CEO au you'd ever read combined. Newly dyed blonde hair slicked back with added rainbow coloured highlights had you biting your lip. What really had you quivering was the sharp grey suit he was wearing. Oof. Teamed with over-sized sunglasses and a cocky look on his face as he bent over the table, eye brows raising suggestively as he gazed into the camera had your thighs clenching together.

He'd seen you as soon as you'd arrived, deciding to throw in that little eyebrow raise at the end of his scene just to tease you. Making a bee-line for you as soon as the director shouted cut, he schooled his features into his most innocent look, intensely satisfied by how flustered you looked watching him shoot. Enveloping you in a warm hug he inhaled your scent, "missed you angel." He purred, stroking the exposed strip of skin on your back, goosebumps erupting in the wake of his fingers "mmm...you look so good in this dress. Good enough to eat," you felt him smirk against your ear before he lowered his voice to a whisper,  "let me taste my angel." The dominance in his voice combined with the suit had you whimpering, you would've let this man do anything he wanted. Afraid of moaning out loud, you kept your mouth shut and simply nodded. "Yes? Is that a yes, angel? You'd let me flip your pretty dress up right here on set? You'd let me devour you right here in front of everyone? In front of hyungs?” He chuckled, taking a step back. To your immense embarrassment a needy whine left your lips as your fingers desperately clutched at the lapels of his jacket. Allowing himself to be pulled back in, he smirked, again dropping his voice to a low rumble that only you could hear. "Or maybe we could make use of that table? You think I don't know about your filthy late night reading habits?" He cocked an eyebrow, the tip of his tongue poking out to lick at the corner of his beautiful plump lips, pretending to think before he spoke. "I know what you want angel. Want me to bend you over that table, don't you? Want me to ruin that pretty dress fucking you over that table just like in one of your fanfics." The whole time he'd been talking your hands had been balling his jacket into your fists, you were throbbing, any second you expected to feel wetness glide down the inside of your thigh. You couldn't think, you couldn't speak, all that came out was a desperate whine of his name. Jimin’s thumb stroked across your bottom lip as his inched closer to yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your face, smell that intoxicating mix of cologne and something that was purely Jimin. Just as your eyes fluttered closed at the impending kiss, a loud chorus of his name broke the two of you apart. Huffing with annoyance Jimin turned towards the staff calling his name. "Don't move princess, I'll be right back." Just like that he left you standing there, feeling utterly frustrated. Park Jimin was sure to be the death of you, but oh what a sweet death it would be.

The boys had moved on to filming their individual shots in the elevator, Jimin took this opportunity to grab you, dragging you back to his set from earlier in the day; the press conference table. "Jimin!" You squeaked anxiously, "we can't! Someone will see!" Pulling your body flush with his, silencing your lips with his own he walked you backwards until your legs hit said table. His hand slammed down on the table, "sit!" He was so commanding that your body complied automatically, hoping on to the table and spreading your legs Jimin positioning himself between them. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable, angel." He was always so sweet with you,  so concerned about your comfort. Stroking your thighs he waited patiently, "no, I want to." You giggled, feeling brave all of a sudden. That was all Jimin was waiting to hear, without another word he knelt on the floor, head disappearing under your dress. Your underwear was roughly pushed down your thighs as his tongue made contact at last. Licking a long stripe up to your clit, which he sucked between those plush lips like his life depended on it. You slumped back on the table, hips rising greedy for as much of his mouth as you could get. Feeling his fingers start to gently probe at your entrance, your hips rose higher, legs opening as much as they could with your underwear still restricting movement. Jimin was masterfully skilled with his tongue, it didn't take long to have you clenching around his head and fingers. Tugging strands of pink and purple between your fingers, you tried to warn him that you were close. His fingers sped up, crooking into a 'come hither' motion that perfectly hit the spot every time, while his lips and tongue worked in tandem; licking, sucking, his teeth occasionally scraping across your sensitive bundle of nerves until your back arches, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Just in time too, Jimin barely had time to stand up and yank your panties back up before someone was calling his name again. Smirking and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he helped you up, wrapping an arm securely around your waist when your legs wobbled. Judging by the looks on the other boys faces, you must've looked pretty fucked out, there was no doubt everyone knew what the two of you had just been up to. The stylists tutted and fussed with his dishevelled hair and make up, throwing disapproving glances your way, all the while Jimin beamed cockily.

Heading back to the dorm a few hours later, he intertwined his fingers with yours. Glancing towards Jungkook who was thankfully listening to music before you spoke. "It's a shame you didn't get to fuck me over that table as well, not that I'm complaining, but..." You trailed off as he grinned giving you a cheeky wink, "ah there's always next time angel."