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[muniimyg]

post nut ! yoongi (3)

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Ungodly Hour (1)

That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

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Word count: 1.687

Warning: idk yall, i was bored, smut, college au, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with good reasons, dirty talking, swallowing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cumming,

Your mouth wrapped around the tip of Jungkook’s cock, twirling the head in your mouth. You only slightly (maybe more than you want to admit) the way the salty pre-cum drips into your mouth as you suck. Even better were his moans - so soft and velvety; melodic. 

if anyone was to blame it had to be your brother - he was the nuisance in your life. It was as if he intended on making your life a complete mess.

You were a good person, daughter and sister. You did what you had to do - attend classes everyday. You went to work and then home without a care. You worked at a grocery store part time and made enough to pay your half of the rent. Sure, with the price of groceries now you couldn’t be bothered to buy any. But that’s where your parents came in. You craved independence from them but only for privacy. You made sure you were there every night for dinner and sometimes if you had time, breakfast in the mornings. 

Your brother was just upset that you accidentally bought an add-on on his hulu account - but how else were you supposed to watch what you wanted if he was too cheap to pay for anything further? It was bad enough you had to sit through 2 minute ads - it was the least he could do.

This is how you now found yourself sucking Jungkook off - the same man you had been dodging ever since the pair of you met. He gave off fuck boy vibes and the last thing you needed was that in your life - until you actually did need Jungkook. The irony.

Jungkook watches with hooded eyes at the beautiful sight of you. You had now grasped the length of his cock and began to pump him, focusing more on the tip of his head. He was glad the two of you were alone - seeing as you didn’t even have the decency to take him to your room and insisted on doing this on the couch. But Jungkook wasn’t a picky person - he prayed for times such as this. You were the play hard to get type and one thing he enjoyed was the chase. 

Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and thrusts lighty into your mouth, groaning as he does so. You allowed it. You laid your tongue flat, eyes flickering up to watch his expression. Satisfaction bubbled deep inside of you at the sight of his lust-filled expression. Dark hooded eyes, gasping lips.

“I waited, fuck…so long for this.” Jungkook groans, pumping inside of your mouth a little faster. His thumb caresses your cheek. “I told you that I’d have you one day, didn’t I?” he says smugly. 

You groan a response, throat vibrating against his cock. That bastard, you thought. Jungkook did - he told you that one day your “play hard to get” act would crumble and when it did, he’d be there. But this couldn’t count - right? You were doing this for the greater good, after all. You had shows to watch and Jungkook just so happened to be the one that had a premium account.

You feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock tickling the back of your throat, testing to see how far you’d let him go. There’s a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and it drips slowly down your chin. Your mouth was heavy - wet and warm and inviting. You were determined to make him cum and he was determined to do just that. 

Jungkook’s hand grips your hair - you moan at the sensation. He pumps just a little faster, your slurps and gagging hitting his ears and he moans at just how filthy you were for him. 

“I’m about to cum.” Jungkook groans. His free hand wipes away a lone tear that releases from your eye. “You okay?” he asks, slowing his thrusts.

Your response was to bring him deeper into your mouth, blinking up at him. You slap his thigh harshly and that was all the permission he needed to fuck your throat. He shudders, feeling his toes curl. It didn’t help that your teary eyes watched his every move - and Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Even now while he took control, you remain just as stubborn; challenging him. “F-Fuck…” Jungkook grunts. “W-Where do I cum?”

Jungkook wants to slap himself, forgetting that you can’t exactly respond to him. But he’s unsure if cumming inside of your mouth would be too intimate - but then again, you could always spit it out and he would be fine with that. 

You gag, feeling your throat swell with the warm, salty substance. You inhale through your nose and moan. “L-Let me find-” Jungkook watches as you swallow and lick your lips - he feels his cheeks redden and his heart thump.

You wipe your eyes of the pathetic tears and hum. “Don’t get big headed.” you hiss.

Jungkook smirks and bats his eyelashes. “Never.” he says. “I already made you a profile on my hulu account.”

You watch as Jungkook takes out his phone to show you the account and like state, he did make you your own profile. You snort at the name - stargirl. “I’ll text you the information to get into it.”

You place your hands onto his thighs. Your eyes lower to his cock - it wasn’t completely erect, but it wasn’t softening, either. 

“I was told I would get peacock and hbo max.” you say to him. You didn’t want to tell him that you were wet and wanted to ride him, his head was already big enough. 

“I have hbo max as an add on with hulu.” Jungkook responds, eyes darkening at the thought of feeling you. 

“Hm. That’s too bad.” you tilt your head. “I wanted to ride you.”

“I can add disney.” Jungkook responds far too quickly, mentally cursing at how desperate he appeared.

Smirking, you nod your head. “Deal.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you lift from your knees and kick off your shorts, panties flying with them. He’s erect once more at the sight of your slick trailing down your thighs. Your thighs trap him beneath you as you center yourself on him. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Jungkook gulps. His hands place themselves firmly on your hips. “I can pull out.” he nods. “Unless you want another streaming service as payment for me cumming inside of you.” he jokes - unless…

Jungkook smirks at you and you could only glare. You sit down on him completely and wipe the smirk from his lips. Your hands grip his shoulders as you begin to pound on him. It doesn’t take time for the entire sitting room is filled with your moans mixed with Jungkooks as well as skin slapping.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Jungkook murmurs, inching closer to capture your lips with his own. You never said anything against kissing is his defense.

You deepen the kiss, grinding against him. “Says the man who hasn’t stopped moaning since we started.”

Jungkook chuckles and does just that. His hands trail from your hips, to your thighs and upwards towards your breast. He grips both of your clothed breasts into his palms. “Pussy feels so good, I can’t help myself.”

You swallow your own moan back. You can’t let him know his words turn you on - he would never let you live it down. It’s bad enough you were fucking him for streaming services.

You shifted yourself, your feet firmly against the couch. You looked into his eyes as you began to bounce on him once more, satisfied that the man below you was a moaning mess - and broke eye contact first. His eyes begin to roll at the new found pleasure.

You decided that you wouldn’t hide your own pleasure anymore. Jungkook was big and this position only meant that his cock was hitting the right spot each time. 

“I know it feels good, baby.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality - and so does his thumb upon your clit. His thumb rubs hastily on it, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his cock.

“It does.” Maybe you were growing weak - but only because it did feel good. That, and the way Jungkook’s voice grows deeper and more sultry as he speaks is an added turn on. 

“What happened to the playing hard to get girl I know?” Jungkook’s now thrusting upwards inside of you to meet you halfway.

You clench around him. “Fuck you.” you murmur.

“I intend to.” Jungkook manages to laugh, his thumb leaving your clit to hook beneath your thighs. He continues where you left off, stamina unmatched. He pounds into you with such need - as if this was what he had been waiting for for who knows how long.

Your arms wrap around his neck and allow him the control - just this once. Jungkook’s reveling in your submission, murmuring dirty words in your ears as he fucks you. You were so wet - slick gripping out of you and onto his thighs - that he knew neither of you would last long.

You bite your lip when you feel Jungkook’s hands on your ass. He squeezes it with such need, moaning beautifully in your ears as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Where do I cum?” he asks suddenly.

“Anywhere.” was your response.

Jungkook took your lack of direction as a sign. His fingers lean down from your ass to find your clit once more. He toys with it as he thrusts, hellbent on making sure you cum right along with him. He wasn’t going to last - not with the way you were squeezing his cock right now.

“S-Shit!” you hiss, feeling yourself come undone right as Jungkook pulls out of you, cum leaking on your ass.

Jungkook leans against the couch and pants. There was no way he was going to leave you alone after this - but that’s okay because he knows you’ll close up once more and play that game you’ve been playing. Jungkook loved the chase and deep down, so do you.

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[theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass]

Drunk In Desire

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: Friends with benefits

Word count: ~800

A/n: Could be read as genderless reader if you don’t mind wearing a dress and heels! Should I write a part 2 for this?

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You and Jungkook have been secretly friends with benefits for a few months now. You two had agreed to keep your relationship strictly physical, with no strings attached since neither of you could emotionally afford to date. You’d meet up every once in a while for some fun, but other than that, you were just regular friends.

One night, Jungkook was invited to a Calvin Klein party. He went with some of his friends and was having a great time. But as the night went on, Jungkook drank more and more, which wasn’t a problem… until it was. He wasn't that heavy of a drinker, so after a few gin & tonic cocktails and a series of shots he became drunk and started to seriously let loose.

You were desperately trying to keep your distance from Jungkook because a drunk Kook was an unpredictable Kook. You didn't want him to ‘accidentally’ out your secret ‘relationship’. However, as you watched Jungkook getting more and more drunk, you started to feel concerned for the man. You knew him enough to know that he wasn't in a state to make decisions he won’t regret tomorrow so you kept a close eye on him.

As the party was winding down, Jungkook stumbled over to you and slouched against your arm.

"Y/n, come home with me," he slurred peering at you through his thick lashes. You hesitated for a moment trying to calm your heart, but you could see that he was in no shape to be left alone.

“Alright, let’s go,” you agreed letting out a sign.

You stumbled out of the party with Jungkook heavy on your shoulder and into a taxi. All the way over to his apartment Jungkook was clinging to you,

trying to keep himself balanced. You were doing your best to keep him steady while walking to the elevator which let you relax for a few seconds.

When you both finally arrived at Jungkook's apartment, he practically fell through the door which pulled a giggle out of you. Jungkooks starry eyes starred at you slipping out of your heels and hanging up your jacket. It all felt so right.

You wordlessly helped a barely awake Jungkook to his bed and started to undress him. As you were undressing him, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. You knew that you were supposed to be just friends with benefits, but in all honesty you had started to develop feelings and yearn for more with him.

Jungkook looked up at you with bleary eyes.

"Y/n, stay with me tonight," he said holding eye contact with you. You knew that it was a bad idea, but you couldn't resist.

“Let me just slip into something more comfortable,” you told him before opening up his closet to find yourself something more sleep appropriate than a cocktail dress.

As you were rummaging through his T-shirts your hand landed on one of his white ones.

“Wear the white one,” you heard him mumble out “you look so beautiful in white.”

The moment you crawled into bed with him, his arms found your body and wrapped themselves around you, pulling you in closer. This was too intimate you thought to yourself. Yes your relationship could be described as only intimate but not this kind… this kind of intimate involves too much emotion, but you couldn’t let yourself slip out of his warm hands.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up with a headache and a vague memory of the night before. He looked over at his side and saw you sleeping peacefully next to him. He couldn't help but smile at your pouty lips. He knew that you two were just friends with benefits, but he couldn't deny that he had more feelings for you that he neatly kept hidden.

As you started to wake up, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you sending a warm sensation starting at your lips and ending at your toes.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night," he said giving you the loveliest of smiles. You smiled back at him.

"Anytime," you replied and poked his dimple.

You both knew that your relationship has crossed a line, but that didn’t matter anymore. You two were happy to be together, even if it was just for a moment…

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[shadowofahope]

Tell Me Again

Warnings: Mentions of sexual relationship and nudity

Pairing: FWB! Jungkook x (f)reader

Premise: You always knew what your relationship was. You always knew he was still in love with his ex. Now she's back, but you won't let him avoid his feelings.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. After a death in the family I found out I was pregnant. So far this pregnancy has been really rough and all I'm really able to do is sleep. I'm hoping now that I'm in my second trimester I'll have more energy and the brain fog will clear. In the mean time here's a little drabble for you! 💜

Word count: 1.4K

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“Tell me again why you’re here right now and not running to her hotel begging her to stay?” You chide him, watching his naked form climb out from under your covers. Gathering them around you, you keep yourself comfy in the after glow. But still manage to eye him curiously as he moves around your space collecting his clothes, searching his face for what should be an obvious answer. 

“It’s not that easy y/n” He groans in annoyance, pulling his jeans over his perk butt. The sounds of the metal of his zipper echo his uneasiness. Even after so many conversations about this topic it never seemed to get easier for him.

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our little one on ones.” You throw a pillow at him, shifting his focus back to you. Quick reflexes he catches it before it collides with his still naked back. “But this is the same woman you’ve told me about since we became friends. The one you’ve never been able to forget. Her having to leave the country was the only reason for you breaking up, blah blah blah.” 

“Yes, that one. But…” His fists tighten on the white linen of the pillow. His demeanour morphing into something anxiety ridden. “What about …. This?”

“Jeon, we both agreed what this was, and still is. Nothing has changed on my end, we are still friends.” You smile affectionately at his concern. “Unless you’re inlove with me then i completely get it.”

“HA. HA.” You both burst into laughter. One of the bonus’ of having Jeon as your FWB was that you had agreed right at the beginning to keep an open line of communication. No lines would be crossed behind closed doors, no accidental feelings, no possiblility of heart break or a one-sided loss. And as much fun as you two had together, other than physically you weren’t eachothers type. You fit well in the bedroom, but you regularly annoyed one another. Your personalities were a bit much, so being casual friends that met up only because your friend groups crossed was the best decision to keep you from killing one another. 

“Besides your friend Mingyu looks like he could be fun.”

The smuggness in your voice is not lost on him as you feel the cool thump of a pillow landing on your bare back. “Be nice.”

“Just saying.” You grumble at him, sitting up allowing the sheet to slide off your skin leaving you bare in the chilled air. Neither of you react to it as you gather your hair to put it in a butterfly clip.

“I’ll give him your number then?” His smirk is still there as he rolls his eyes at you.

“You better.” Climbing out of bed you throw on your bra and sweater, sweat pants then glasses.  “Honestly though, if your source is as creditable as you say then not only does she have an 80% chance of staying, but she’s also single. And by what your friend has said, it sounds like she’s still in love with you too.”

He hesitates, “What if I ask her to stay… What if I tell her I still love her and she leaves again?”

“You would have done all you can, it’ll still hurt. But this time you’ll know there was no saving it.” You sigh, you don’t have all the answers he wants to hear. You can’t tell him she’ll stay and they’ll live happily ever after. 

They were both pursuing their careers, and unfortunately that took them away from eachother. But if it has brought her back and she can still grow here, with him…it would be worth the risk, in your opinion. 

You watch him pull his shirt over his head, covering his abs. Standing to the side as he grabs his shoes from where he discarded them on his hasty entrance, he sits on your bed to put them on.

He catches at you staring intently at him. 

“What? You want another round?” His stupid smirk and bunny teeth on full display as he cocks his head towards you. 

“Like you could manage.” You taunt.

“Maybe not after the last two, but I’m sure I could get you there atleast once more before I go.” His cockiness really knows no bounds sometimes. His face may scream innocence, but his sex drive and dirty mouth completely shatter that image. He saunters towards you in an overly sexualized way, making it more comical than if he was actually trying.

“Get out Jeon. We’ve spent too much time together this week, you’re starting to irk me.” You shove him towards your front door, genuine laugh coming from him as he lets you lead him out. 

“Yea yea. Like anyone could stand being with you any longer.” Sarcasm rolling off his lewd tongue, as you reach the door.

“Hey! I am a ball of sunshine. I’ll have you know people love my company!” You play up the hurt in your tone. You both knew you preferred being by yourself then with most company. It was a personality flaw you came to appreciate about yourself.

“Who exactly?” He mocks openly. “Drama characters don’t count.” 

“....…. Go!” You bark. No serious anger in your voice. 

“Bye bye” he scoots out your door, closing it behind him. You lock it, mind already going 100 miles an hour. You’d help him not loose this chance. Not again. 

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Heels clacking against the cement slabs beneath you, the fragrant bouquet increasing your determination every step. Dressed presentably in a nice dress, long coat to give an air of ease, you didn’t want to over dress but then again you didn’t want to show up in sweats. Today would be an important day.

The light breeze feels like it’s pushing you forward. You know exactly where to go, you’ve done your sleuthing from his friends. If he thought you would let this go he was sorely mistaken. You’d never let him pass up this opportunity, after all this time. Never forgetting, never willing to let go. 

Regardless, you weren't’ the type of person who sat by idly while your friend didn’t let himself an attempt at true happiness. 

Marching into the hotel lobby, you don’t slow your pace. Heading straight to the elevator and pushing the button for floor 12. You smile to yourself in the reflection of the mirrored walls. You had a good feeling about this. 

The chime brings you back and you step out onto the carpet, down the long hallway and stopping in front of room 1212.

Rolling your shoulders back you reach out and knock on the door. 

“Delivery!” You call pleasantly.

You hear a sweet voice through the door answer back, “coming!”

Shuffling comes through the wood before the door opens, “Yes?” 

“Special delivery from one Euphoria florists.” You hold out the bouquet of specially chosen flowers. You can see the look fash behind her eyes, the recognition of the name. A past she hadn’t forgotten, regret she still felt.

“There all-” Her voice trails off absently as she take them from you, examining each bulb and leaf.

“Your favourites Miss. This is a custom order for you, along with this card.” The astonishment in her eyes is not lost on you. Nonetheless you hold out the envelope patiently waiting for her to be ready to take it. When she comes back to herself she gently but hastily takes it from you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Thank you Miss-?” An open ended question. One that you deemed unimportant for right now.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile even brighter at her, taking a step back you take a step to leave, but you can’t help yourself. 

“Yuri?” You say her first name, you can see the surprise ripple through her. “He named it after you, Euphoria.”

“Who are you?” Her gentle voice taken over by a slight tremor. Panic or excitement, you weren’t too sure. 

“A friend.” 

She takes a moment to stare at the bouquet in her hands, slowly a small careful smile appears. That’s the one you were hoping for.

“Thank you.” She offers you a hopeful smile, her eyes now looking watery from the pooling tears.

You wave to her as you retreat down the hallway back towards the elevators. 

He was either going to grovel at your feet in thanks or you were going to get your ass kicked for the rest of eternity. Meh, you could take Jeon if necessary. 

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[strawbearytae]

question...?

bsf with benefits!kth x reader

genre: angst ft. Fluff (small smut scenes)

word count: ???

warning: unrequited love, drunk! th, y/n is kinda a bamf, taylor swift song references (this queen deserves her own warning), th is oblivious and it’s annoying but we still love him (ig), small smut scene/oral sex, first time writing smut in like 2 years so please wash your eyes with this wattpad level writing I will employ.

synopsis: leaving your small hometown with Taehyung to pursue your dream of being a fashion designer and his of being a painter was probably not your brightest idea. But 5 years later, your careers have blossomed and so did your underlying feelings for him. When an unexpected event leaves Taehyung heartbroken, you take it upon yourself to drag him through his heartbreak. Anything for your friend... right?

"Well I am pretty... flexible...”

“If you keep wiggling your eyebrows like that, I’m walking out of here and taking the panties with me.”

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COMING: January 29

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fwb - jung hoseok

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 you’re just friends with benefits, aren’t you?

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note(s) has my angst improved 👁👁? also me already having another request finished?? weird

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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 hadn’t received too much damage, so you threw yourself back into bed, where hoseok clung to you right away - he’s already a pretty physically affectionate person on his own, it was barely a surprise when you realized he’s a post-coital cuddler.

“y/n?” hoseok mumbled tiredly, from where his face rested against your chest. “hm?”

“you free this weekend? probably gonna go to this party, wanna come?”

“i have to study,” you groaned, “got this dumbass test next week,” adjusting your position to cuddle up to hoseok more closely, you sighed comfortably.

“mm. that sucks,”

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 you’d been studying for quite a few hours straight; if only you’d studied more and hadn’t begun practically last minute. though, you guess it was your fault for procrastinating…

you rubbed your temple, trying to ease the aching to no avail. you’d have to hurry home - to take some painkillers, and probably grab a snack and some water. you wanted to stop by hoseok’s within a few hours, it was still a bit early in the night, so he wouldn’t be home yet, but hey, more time for you to relax.

and surely, you really did relax; you’d 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 hadn’t 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 hoseok’s apartment is a quick one, thankfully; you weren’t 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 hoseok’s 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 hoseok’s 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 shouldn’t 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 there’s an ugly disruptive churn in your gut; you feel sad, angry, even though you probably have no right to.

you’re the one who agreed to this kind of relationship after all, and you’d never spoken about being exclusive; hoseok would probably say something like, ‘doesn’t that make us seem like a couple?’ and make a face. you knew hoseok hadn’t 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 hadn’t been oblivious to the fact that hoseok slept with others besides you, you weren’t dumb. but knowing of it and actually seeing and acknowledging it are two completely different things. so, what now?

-

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 he’d 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 hoseok’s 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 that’s what you should do. give up.

-

you lose track of time, suddenly the semester’s coming to an end and you can’t remember when you last saw hoseok, spoke to him even. was your friendship with him that fragile, invaluable? maybe.

“hey,”

blinking, you angle your head up to see the man you’d just been thinking of, hoseok, who’s in your favorite cafe. “can i sit?”

you shrug and hoseok chews his lower lip before sitting across from you. it’s awkward and your shoulders are tensed, you stare down at the drink in your hands, anything to avoid looking at hoseok at that moment.

“y/n… ah, we’ve been so busy, i feel like i haven’t seen you in months.”

probably because it may have been months, you don’t know. “yeah.” you answer plainly.

“…we should catch up soon. i would suggest today but i’m actually supposed to be meeting someone,” hoseok gives a strained smile.

“oh-“

“babe, there you are!” a voice says through a smile, and suddenly there’s someone standing next to hoseok and greeting him with a kiss. you recognize the hair color. hoseok smiles, bright and carefree. “y/n, this is my partner,“

“i actually met them at that party and-“

you act like you’re listening, nodding, and giving tight smiles, but you’re more in your head than anything, an endless train of what if’s plaguing your mind.

what if you’d 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-

“y/n?”

“…yeah?”

“i said i’d text you. see about meeting up sometime soon.”

“oh, yeah. okay,” you said dismissively with a nod. you weren’t planning on seeing him again.

[vinetae]

Love Me, Leave Me - (M) Series

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x f.reader

Genre: Friends with benefits!au, idol!au, Eventual smut, Mature Audiences.

Synopsis: It was one simple rule. Don't fall for each other. His idol life could never support your needs as a woman, and you couldn't support him emotionally with the stress of being 'on' all the time. Only one thing... too late

Warnings: Eventual smut, heartbreak, forbidden love kinda trop, Hoseok kinda mean, Y/n is just so hurt by him (poor bby), don't worry it gets better. Dom!Hoseok, Blowjobs, Fuck sessions, Cum play (ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˢqᵘⁱⁿᵗ), switch!Reader, I think that's it..?

W.c: 1,954

Edited: Yes

A/n: It's getting colder outside where I live. Time to turn up the heat.

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Chapter 1 - More than this

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When you find the love of your life, people say you just know. Know that you’ll forever love the way they part their hair. Their style of clothes, their attitude towards life. You’ll fall for everything about them when it comes to love at first sight. 

How had things gone so wrong?

You just wanted the stupid perfect future family. Two or three kids, a big house with a wrap around porch, and white picket fencing guardian what should’ve been rightfully yours. 

Maybe you had known it all along. 

You never felt like he had been truly yours. 

Sharing a man you’ve come to love so much, 

With millions of others. 

It’s hard, yes. 

Do you tire of it? 

Absolutely. 

But what can you do? Waltz into that bastard of a boss’s office of the man you’ve been sleeping with for the past six months, demanding that he takes your love out of his back-breaking career? 

It’d crush him. 

You’re just …

Stuck. 

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“I wish you would’ve waited for me” She whines, coming to link her arm to yours. “I’m sorry, but I was too hungry” You both laugh, taking a lick of your rolled ice creams. “So, what should we do this weekend?” You shrug, burying your face into your sweet goddess.

 “I don’t know. I have a little more work to send into Dr. Berkeley” Your response makes her pout. 

“Come on, ____! He’s such an ass anyways, what’s a day’s difference?” she pokes your side, setting you both off into a fit of giggles. To others, you might’ve looked a bit too close. But to you two, it was only friendship. You’d both made that clear at the very beginning. 

February 2nd, 2019

“Nice to meet you, ____! My name is Soo-a.” You both exchange handshakes, returning the smiles. “This place all ours?” She sets her things down in your doorway, walking in awe at the high ceilings. “Yep, my old roommate moved in with her fiance. Though, not sure how long that’s gonna last” she chuckles, and hands you a white envelope. 

“Thank you for taking me in, _____" You nod, giving her the rest of your tour.

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“Still, even if he might be the worst person on the EARTH, he still controls my paycheck balance!” She laughs, taking a sip of her milk tea creme boba. 

“Yeah, but it’s your birthday! Can’t you just tell him that?” You shake your head. “He’s the hardest one to compensate for”. She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Hard?” Punching her arm, you both resume your laughter. “Shut up!”

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“Come on girly! We’re gonna be late for cocktail hour!” Soo-ah yells down the stairs, hurrying up your motions. “Almost finished!” You slip on the knee high boots, adjusting the hem of your dress to not be too flashy. Your eyes pause on the little dinky piece of jewelry your ex had gotten you for your anniversary last year. 

…

“Why can’t you just believe me, ____??” The glass shattering brings back the recently observed memories of what your asshole of a boyfriend had been doing in the club that night. 

“Believe you!? Why should I when you literally have lipstick and hickey marks on you!?” He  huffs, following you around the apartment, trying to stop your motions from throwing his shit out of the balcony window.

 “HEY! We’re on the 37th floor, you bitch!” He raises his hand, before you know it, you're on the floor with bruises and cuts all over your shaking body.

The rain poured down almost as hard as your tears. Silent cries are heard through the whole apartment when he left much later after his anger-releasing session, which you had been unfortunately on the receiving end of. That night, he’d taken something from you much more than happiness. 

Your love. 

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That’s how you ended up here. Sleeping with every person known to man. Being gone in the morning with nothing but a trail of self-deprivation and an even larger hate for yourself. Anything but the hurt from love you remembered. Never the same person, too much of  a risk for falling. 

Again. 

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“Which one are you thinking, ____?” Soo-ah’s sweet voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh?” She giggles, setting the teal blue button up sheer shirt down on the rack once more. 

“Earth to ___?. Where’d you run off this time, Dorothy?~” Your cheeks redden from the nickname. 

“Shushhh” You press a finger to her lips, you both laugh at the scene. 

“Why are we even here? Is your closet AND my closet not good enough?” She chuckles, walking hand-in-hand with yours. The action wasn’t new. You’ve been friends for almost 5 years. Sleeping in the same bed sometimes, even. She’s been your rock, the only one you can really open up to. She’s an amazing listener. She sat with you for 3 days in your bay window, silently letting you cry on her shoulder after your bad breakup. Bringing you everything from ice cream, to your laptop to curl up and watch stupid people in stupid love. 

How stupid. 

“I knowww, but we’re going to the club again tonight! I can’t be seen in the same outfit! What would people think of me??” you laugh, nodding at her.

“Okay okay, just hurry up. I still need to send in that report for Dr. Berkeley.” She nods, acting like a kid in a candy store.

“No promises, babes!” She peaks her head out from behind the curtain once, before retreating to try on more clothes. 

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With each of the man’s thrust, you’re pushed further into a pit of boredom. Getting lost in all the chores you have to do, once you get back to your apartment. Soo-ah had already picked a guy up at the bar, not even five minutes into arriving. So, looks like it's just you for dinner once again.

“I told you the blue works~” she teases, whispering as she gets led away from the crowd, and you. 

“Fucking hell, Yes, GOD YES!” 

You thought it'd be a good idea to scope out a guy of your own to release your stress. Though, it hadn’t gone the way you planned. He’d immediately pulled you into the bathroom stalls, already stripping you of your cute black skirt.

 At least finger me, bastard. You thought.

“S-shit! I’m gonna cum!” He moans, two more wear slaps to your ass applied. 

You’re just waiting for him and his shrimpy dick to hurry up and finish. Maybe you could stop by and get some fried chicken on the way home? If this fucker would hurry up already. 

“F-fucking yES!!-”  He sounds like a screaming banshee. How’d you find him attractive before the 5 tequila shots you had downed? You didn’t. No amount of alcohol in the world would make this boy attractive to you. Period. 

Beads of hot cum drip down your thighs, as his thrusts start to subside. His sweaty body leaning forward for support against your own. You immediately move out from under him, quickly fixing yourself and making your way out of that sex-filled place. 

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Your mind is still racing with thoughts on food. Chicken? Naengmyeon? Should you order some chinese food instead? Maybe you can even get some of those crab rangoo-

“Oh shit! I’m sorry-” The cold liquid drips down your white blouse, soaking and staining the material quickly. 

“Fucking- ..Damn it!” You groan, grabbing napkins out of the man’s grip, wiping yourself off. 

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t see you there” You look up, eyes met with a dark haired man, with an alluring aura. His brown eyes pull you in like the kid dipping his whole hand into the chocolate stream in willy-wonka and the Chocolate factory. His white undershirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his tanned collarbone. 

“I..it’s okay-” You reply, still studying his frame. A little taller than your own, with muscles threatening to break his suit. The charcoal grey black suit he’d been sporting. 

“No, I should’ve been looking where I was going-” he shakes his head, denying your excuse. 

“No, it’s my fault, darling. My contacts had been messing with me.” offering some more napkins stolen from the bar side. “Fucking blind eyes..” he mumbles, trying to help you wipe off the liquid, before quickly releasing that he’d been overstepping, You chuckle at his cuteness. How can someone be so hot … be so adorable?

“No really, it’s fine. I never liked this stupid thing anyways” his shoulders relax a bit, now knowing that you won’t be suing him.

“Still,”

His frame takes up much more space than you’d thought.

“I’d like to make it up to you..” He whispers against the shell of your ear, the room sounding a lot less deep. You look up, returning the same look in his eyes. He pulls you closer to his figure, pressed up against each other’s bodies now. 

“Your place or mine?”

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His apartment hadn’t been what you were expecting. Same figures dance still-like on his top shelves, Some of animes you’d never heard of nor seen, and some just pictures of him with (what you’re guessing) is his friends. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” He walks in, a glass of water in hand. 

“No thank you.” Your arms folded across your chest, examining the detailed and very minimally decorated apartment. A dark gray comforter, one that almost matches the shade of his suit, lays across one of the beds. Two beds?

“Do you live alone?” You ask, joining him on what you’re guessing is his bed. 

“No. I live with my roommate, Jimin. But he’s out with his family right now so..” The look in his eyes tells you anything and everything you might ask. 

“So.. no water?” You shake your head. Leaning in, closing the gap between you both. He doesn’t hesitate, meeting your lips in the middle. A hand comes trailing up your cheek, while the other guides you to crawl onto his lap. You obliged, sitting yourself against his taut frame. Your hips grind down to meet his own, hand coming to wrap around your head, gripping your locks firmly. He gives a slight tug, testing the waters. 

“Fuck-” you moan against his lips, pushing him backwards onto his bed. You both barely make a dent, ironically. His kisses are passionate to say the least. Fighting with the only weapon a rapper knows how to use. 

Tongue. 

“Off.” He tugs on your shirt, the message sinking in quickly. You raise your alcohol stained shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere across the room. Your hand travels down his chiseled frame, resting atop his hardening clothed cock. Your palms press lightly against the fabric, teasing him. He throws his head back, pushing against the sheets, moans heaving from his chest.

“F-fuck baby please- don’t tease” You giggle, unzipping the fancy fabric, Shimming your way down his torso, you place your hands on his thighs, eye-level with his crotch. 

He sits up, putting his weight on his elbows to watch your moves. You pull his trousers down his thick thighs, just enough to free his throbbing cock.

“Holy shit..” He curses, you giving kitten-like licks up and down his shaft. He moves a free hand back to his original position on your head, firmly gripping brunches of your hair at the root.

Spitting in the palm of your hand, you wrap your hand around his dick, motioning it up and down, pressing butterfly-like kisses to the tip, allowing more pre-cum to spill out the slit. You wrap your lips around the top, before taking in a big breath through your nose, loosening your jaw. The rest, wrapped in your hand perfectly, moving with the rhythm of your bobbing. It had been a while since you'd sucked some actual dick. The random guys you'd slept with had just shoved it in like an impatient kid wanting the stupid gumball machine toy.

“F-fucking sh-shit!” He stop your motions, holding you above his dick pausing the session. “Did I do something wrong?” He shakes his head. 

“I..I forgot to ask your name..”

You smirk, wiggling your way out of his grip to continue your motions. You look up through your eyelashes, a glassy look spreads across your gaze. 

“Call me mommy”. 

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[keisl0vergirl]

reversible

[pairings] exboyfriend!jimin x reader

[genre] fluff, angst, somewhat suggestive idk

[warnings] one very short mention of sex

[summary] in which you and jimin are interviewed about your previous fwb relationship

[authors note] i’ve seen this concept in the haikyuu fandom and i wanted to try it😋. i don’t really like this but it’s whatever😔

[ CREDITS : @tetsvhoe ‘s post ]

interviewer : are we set?

director : yep! in 3.. 2.. 1–

interviewer : hello and welcome back to reversible. this is the show were we interview two people with some type of connection between them. this is purely for them to take away whatever they want from the answers. guys, please introduce yourselves.

you : hey i’m y/n y/l/n!

jimin : i’m park jimin of bts.

interviewer : what kind of situation were you in? relationship, friendship etc.

jimin : both. it was more of a friends with benefits type of thing, no strings attached.

you : yeah.. no strings whatsoever.

jimin : …

interviewer : can you explain how you met and how everything came along?

you : well i’ve known jimin since we were 13, we used to go to the same school and had an alright friendship. we got closer after his debut, i don’t know, i guess we kinda gravitated towards each other.

jimin : it was about 4 years into our friendship when we had sex. then we decided to keep our friend aspect but none of us had any issue with doing it once in a while. eventually i guess it got too serious and things just stopped.

you : wayyy too serious

interviewer : can you elaborate?

you : well at first it was fun. you know, something light and refreshing. it was easy, for the both of us, but i guess his fame and my personal emotions ruined it?? in my point of view, it was after bts began blowing up. i guess he started spending less time with me and more with other female idols and i took that as a sign that what we had was over. so i stopped all communication with him and moved on, or tried to. i never really told him this because it’s embarrassing, but i was jealous, i felt like a side piece. you know.. the other girls he was hanging out with were hot, they had that model type beauty. and it’s not that hard to see that i don’t have the face or body to become someone good looking as them. so yeah in the end it was my insecurities and jealousy that ruined it.

you : [took a deep breath] also, the lack of labels. we would often get jealous when seeing the other with someone else. basically breaking our rule of no strings attached. eventually it got too messy but by that time we were already distancing from each other so i assumed that it was the end of whatever we had.

jimin : [looking at y/n] …

interviewer : jimin, do you have anything to say in response to that?

jimin : no.

interviewer : what made you sign up for this interview?

jimin : i wanted answers. we’re both really bad at communicating with each other so i saw my opportunity and took it.

you : what he said.

interviewer : what’s one thing you hated about the other?

you : i hated his tendency to push everyone away. there were periods when we would argue over nothing, but i would actually enjoy it. i mean it was better than him outright ignoring me.

jimin : i didn’t “ignore” you, i was busy and i lost track of time.

you : [rolling your eyes] sure..

jimin : what?

you : nothing.

jimin : y/n we’re both here to get our answers. if you have something to say, you can say it.

you : …i just find it funny how many times you lost track of time whilst “working” but you was spotted partying. it’s odd but insignificant.

jimin : and this is when the arguments start. y/n. im telling you that it meant nothing. yes sometimes i tucked my phone away and went out with my friends. sue me.

you : it’s just— where was this attitude when you blew up at me for dancing with someone at the club. you act like we’re together then we’re not and it’s confusing!! your words aren’t adding up.

jimin : now you know exactly why i did that.

you : i really don’t but okay. next question please.

interviewer : jimin hasn’t given his answer yet.

jimin : i hated when she would overthink. whether that be about herself or us, nothing good came from it.

interviewer : what’s your favourite thing about one another?

jimin : i like everything about her but my favourite thing would have to be her way of loving. being loved by her is something special.

you : his ability to make me smile at all times.

interviewer : what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to tell the other?

you : i fell in love with you.

jimin : i fell in love with you too and it hurt more than anything when we stopped talking.

interviewer : is that all?

jimin : [holding eye contact with you] you are enough.

you : thank you.

interviewer : would you be willing to try again, maybe move onto something further?

you : i feel like i need to take some time off and work through my own personal issues first, but yes i would be willing.

jimin : take as long as you need. i’ll wait for you.

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[1 year later…

interviewer : this exact day a year ago, i interviewed jimin and y/n where they discussed all things in the past. today we’re catching up with them to see how life has changed.

you : ive been doing yoga and jimin has been out of the country, touring and doing whatever he does. we haven’t really met up in person but we text each other 24/7.

jimin : when i come back, we’re planning on staying at a resort for her birthday. just the two of us. we can finally get some alone time and really talk things out.]

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