Jin, In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy, “You wanna bet?”
i’m sorry, this just screams “smut” to me <3
In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy + “You wanna bet?” - Seokjin x female reader
Wc: around 700
warning: mature content; pwp!!
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“How are you not tired?” Seokjin asked, yawning as he wrapped his arms around your soft body, pressing you impossibly close into his chest. “Gotta be honest, interacting with so many people drained me entirely.”
Your fingers brushed through his hair, tugging at it slightly before you answered. “I mostly just sat around and waited for you to be done. I’m not a famous actress whose attention everyone needs, you know?”
He laughed sweetly, taking in the scent of your shampoo mixed with the hairspray as he sighed. “It’s 2am. We should sleep.”
“I don’t feel like sleeping yet. The night is still young!” The whole evening, Seokjin had looked like a meal, his suit hugging his body perfectly and his light brown hair styled back elegantly. You’d been drooling practically all the time as you saw your boyfriend walk through the crowd with elan, his smile always gentle and beautiful. And quite honestly, you’d just been waiting for the party to end, for you to come back home, so you could finally touch him in the comfort of your four walls again.
“Y/N. We’re in bed. What is there that we can do instead of sleeping?”
You smirked at his question - you weren’t sure if he was being serious or if his drowsy mood was actually fogging his mind so much that he didn’t know what you were referring to. To help clear his head and wake him up a little, you brought your hand to the side of his thighs, softly brushing them with your nimble fingers until he opened his eyes.
His naked chest started moving up and down just a bit faster, his expression confused and tired. “What are you doing?”
“Waking you up?”
He laughed again, his hand coming up to cup your face, full lips kissing yours tentatively. “Oh, you think you can actually do that?”
“You wanna bet?” you asked, suddenly palming his cock under the thin shorts he was wearing, and you heard him moan quietly against your mouth. Feeling as he got hard under your touch, you slowly freed yourself out of his grip, moving down his body as you left wet kisses on his jaw, neck, chest and stomach.
And when you reached the hem of his underwear, Seokjin blissfully closed his eyes as his breathing became unsteady, you removing your hand from his hardening length. Instead, you pulled the shorts down, revealing one of the parts of his body you loved and adored so much, always ready for it.
When you teasingly licked the leaking tip, his hips started moving, making himself comfortable as he looked down at you. And when you took his thick cock into your mouth entirely, he moaned out your name in pleasure, just spurring you on even more. Doing this felt so good everytime - Seokjin was so reactive, so beautiful, so damn sexy.
Soon, his hand was gripping your hair, slightly helping you move up and down his shaft, his hips thrusting up to meet your motions. Not that you needed any help. But seeing him be so eager tightened the knot in your stomach endlessly each time. You increased your pace, sucking him until he became a writhing mess under you, your tongue delicately licking along his veins.
He’d been tired, yes, but you’d now woken him up enough to feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his release near. And it took only a few more actions from your side, your hand palming his balls, your moaning causing vibrations around his cock, for him to come undone, hot stripes shooting into your throat that you swallowed fast, eagerly.
Panting and going limp on your mattress, he put a hand on his chest, concentrating on finding his composure again as you climbed up, kissing his lips before you settled on his chest like you had before. You heard him laugh, his voice loud and clear against your ear.
And as you looked at him, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, whispering quietly, “oh, you woke me up, alright. Can’t let it end here, though.” You grinned as the words left his mouth, kissing him again as you readied yourself excitedly for what couldn’t come soon enough.
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kasss hiiiiii!!! okay okay so "Rumored Nights | KNJ" is something i have been working on literally for years. i’m not even kidding like i started it in like 2017. it’s me attempting to write a lovers to enemies to lovers crime au. basically my oc and namjoon have ~history~ and then he betrayed her and she hates him now but history doesn’t just go away ya know. i have no idea when i’ll actually finish it or if it'll be a series or a long oneshot or what. i love it but it’s been a struggle. i will put a snippet of a bit of what i actually have written below!
tw: profanity, a knife, and threats
Rage filled Serenity’s body as she unsheathed her knife, straddled Namjoon’s lap, and held the blade to his throat in one swift movement. He quickly raised his hand up into the air to signal to Jungkook not to shoot. Serenity leaned close enough to Namjoon that her thick, brown curls shielded her hand. They were sat in a way that to a bystander walking by, they were simply a couple cuddling on a bench.
“I ought to kill you right here right now,” she said through gritted teeth.
“You couldn’t kill me even if you wanted to.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because of all of the opportunities over the years that you’ve had to kill me not once did you do it. How many times have we played this game? You constantly get me in a position where you could end my life and yet you never do. I’m starting to think you’re still in love with me.”
They were so close that their noses nearly brushed. Years ago this would’ve made Serenity’s heart beat out of her chest, but all it did was fuel her anger.
The two held eye contact for several more seconds, Serenity’s grip on the knife never loosening until she felt Namjoon’s hand that wasn’t raised, on her back. His fingers trailed from her shoulders down to the base of her spine. This broke her out of her trance and she abruptly lifted herself from his lap, slipping her knife back in its place.
Namjoon stood as well, straightening out his clothes. “Think about what I said. You can keep doing the petty shit you and your friends do, or you can come to your senses and join me. You’re a smart woman and we could use you. Either way, never steal from me again or I’ll make sure Jungkook doesn’t miss his shot like he did last night.” With that, Namjoon turned on his heels and walked away from her without another word.
I've going stray a bit from your given list xD Yoongi - Date night gone wrong - “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
you always just do whatever 😂💖
Date night gone wrong + “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” - Yoongi x female reader
Wc: around 700
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Wrapping your thick jacket around your torso, you stepped out into the icy night air, still disgusted from what your tongue had endured the last one hour and a half. Your date appeared next to you a second after you, sighing relieved as he looked at you.
You both pouted as you stared into each other’s eyes, eyebrows furrowed and having the same thought. That’d been hilarious. Before any of you could say even one word, both of you broke out into laughter, still a little intoxicated from the terrible champagne the waiter had served you.
The food had been almost inedible, the potatoes gross and your drink had tasted like piss. Sitting through the torture of three whole meals had you cringing, and you felt bad for Yoongi’s wallet that was definitely way lighter now than it had been before.
This was definitely not how you had imagined a date with your crush of two years to go. Not only had one of Yoongi’s friend recommended him a terrible place to eat - you’d also been late after ripping the dress you’d initially planned to wear. Oh, and not to forget: your stockings had been too small and his hair had caught itself in your earrings when you’d hugged him earlier in the evening.
As you both calmed down from your sudden euphoric laughter, he asked you, “Could it get any worse?”
“I know, right? This was downright awful!”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin our first date. This was probably a scarring experience for you,” he said, his lips coming up to form a grin, displaying his famous gummy smile that girls fell for at your college so much.
You nodded dramatically, eyes widening. “Definitely. I’ll never be able to be with a boy anymore, just because of that.”
He laughed again, taking your hand into his gently as you started walking to his car that stood on the other side of the road. It was snowing today. The snowflakes fell softly from the dark sky, covering your town in a beautiful white whose sight warmed your heart, despite the temperature having dropped below zero.
Seeing his car fully hidden under the snow, your mind spit out a small idea. Instead of getting in the vehicle, your hand came up to grab enough snow to form a snowball that you directed at him. And when he finally noticed, his expression changed completely. His eyes screamed at you to not do it, his hands shielding his face. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”, he started, but you’d interrupted him mid-sentence, hitting his wrist as he yelled, dramatically declaring how cold the snow felt.
And when he’d calmed down a little, he walked around the car, grabbing some snow himself as he approached your shivering figure. You immediately started laughing, half screaming at him to not take revenge, but it was too late. He threw the snowball at you just after you turned around, the cold material hitting your hair and slowly trickling down your back. You gasped sharply, and glaring at him playfully, repeated your actions - and this is how it went for a while, both of your noses reddening as your little prank evolved into a full-fledged war between you.
As you reached out to form another ball, his arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you away from all the snow you could throw at him. “Hey! Unfair! Let me go right now!”
“And if I don’t?” he teased you, his cold breath grazing your cheek from behind you. He twirled you around and held you close, looking at you with a sort of soft feeling you couldn’t entirely decipher yet.
You shrugged, lips pressing together, causing him to shift his gaze from your eyes to your mouth. You knew what he was about to do, and you leaned in automatically before his deep voice asked, “can I kiss you?”
Smiling, you nodded, breath hitching as you felt him press his lips on yours, ice against ice, yet warming your insides immediately. You don’t know how long you stood there, just kissing each other, relishing in the moment before you eventually realized that not everything had been horrific today.
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you've been here since the beginning and are one of the very few people i go to when something about life is bothering me. you're always there, always cheer and hype me up, are a huge supporter and i admire and respect you so much!!! my talented, sweet bean who's just the softest in our chats, I LOVE YOU BABY!!! 😭💞
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