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gyu loves your titties

❛ content | kim mingyu x female reader | sort of fluff, pwp, breast worship, oral fixation, nursing kink, light somnophilia

mingyu really doesn’t think it’s weird.

that’s the worst part.

you try to call him out once, half-laughing, half-scandalized, like “gyu. baby. again?” and he just blinks up at you from where he’s comfortably nuzzled between your tits like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

like he wasn’t just mouthing at your nipple for the past five minutes with the softest, most annoyingly content hum in his throat. like you weren’t fully clothed two seconds ago and he didn’t just part your shirt with two fingers and a single-minded sense of purpose that made your knees weak.

“what?” mingyu mumbles, all doe-eyed and warm-palmed and completely unrepentant.

like you’re the weirdo here.

like it’s not objectively insane how fast he goes from “casual couch cuddle” to “nursing kink.” like he doesn’t seek your chest like it’s a grounding point, something instinctual and compulsive, something built into the wiring of his fucking brain.

like he doesn’t suck on you in his sleep sometimes, half-conscious, slow little laps of his tongue and a breathy whine when he wakes up in your arms, face buried in your cleavage like a man starved.

and god help you if you’re actually naked.

god help you if you’re sitting on top of him, hips slow and grinding, and he’s already panting, glassy-eyed, barely holding it together—because the second you lean forward, the second your chest brushes his mouth, the second your nipple even grazes his bottom lip—

he latches.

without shame. without hesitation. wraps an arm around your waist, holds you still, mouth warm and suckling and reverent like he’s been waiting for this, like your tits are oxygen and he’s been drowning without them.

you go limp. every time.

because he’s strong—so fucking strong—but gentle with it, like he knows exactly how fragile you are. how soft. how easy you melt for him.

mingyu groans into your skin. rubs calloused hands up your spine. kisses the swell of your chest like a prayer.

“my favorite part,” he murmurs.

like that’s normal. like he’s normal.

he’s not. you know this. but it’s hard to argue when he’s making out with your tits like they’re the main course and dessert, when his mouth is warm and sweet and his tongue circles slow, when he sucks just hard enough to make you gasp and mumbles, “good girl,” with a sleepy smile and a grind of his hips like he knows you’re about to soak his dick just from this.

oral fixation, your ass.

he’s in love.

you go to the studio with yoongi and he needs to take out his pent up exhaustion

❛ content | min yoongi x female reader | suggestive content, no actual smut but there’s still sexual tension, heavy makeout session, slight breast stimulation

sitting in the studio with yoongi was one of your favorite things. watching him move through the different recording booths, pick up different guitars, and go to work was always entertaining.

yoongi was a living storm, a whirlwind of guitars, microphones, and infectious energy. he moved effortlessly from one booth to the next, each instrument under his fingers like and extension of himself. his voice reverberated through the studio, filing every corner with a soulful, raw power that left you breathless.

every time he stood in front of the microphone, his features took on a different air, a different persona. his eyes would light with life as he played with the various settings and effects, experimenting with his voice to produce sounds you’ve never heard before.

you’ve always loved the way yoongi raps. however, nothing is better than watching him play guitar.

there was something mesmerizing about watching him play. his fingers moved like lighting across the strings, plucking out complex riffs and solos effortlessly. the way he gripped the guitar, his entire body moving in sync with the music, was like watching a piece of art come to life.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered down to his ring adorned hands.

as yoongi continued to play, his eyes met yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. he gave you a small smile, and you felt your heart race in response. you couldn’t take your eyes off him, the way he moved, the way he played, it was all so captivating.

yoongi puts down his guitar and walks out of the booth to the couch where you’re sitting. “how’s it sounding, darling?” he asks, his voice smooth and confident.

you can’t help but smile at his endearing pet-name for you. “it sounds amazing. i liked the last guitar solo a lot,” you reply with a smile as you look up at him.

yoongi’s smile widens, and he takes a seat next you on the couch. “i’m glad you think so.” he says, eyes sparkling with pride. you both sit there, listening to the playback of his latest recording.

as yoongi settles next to you, his thigh brushing against yours, you felt a flutter in your chest. he pulls out a cigarette and leans back against the couch, his fingers grazing your knee while talking to the producers in the studio as they mix and edit his recordings. the smoke swirls through the air, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere. your stomach tightens slightly at the sudden feeling of his firm grip on your thigh.

being min yoongi’s girlfriend is hard because there’s never enough time. when yoongi isn’t somewhere on a stage, he’s in the studio writing. that’s why you always go to the studio with him. the both of you hold on to any time you have that you can spend together, even if that means sitting on a couch and listening to him play for hours.

yoongi’s fingers drummed a gentle rhythm on your thigh. you felt his gaze shift from the producers to you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

he took a slow drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around you like veil, and you could sense the weight of his exhaustion, the toll of constant creativity and performance. his hand on your thigh tightened, the a subtle tilt of his head that told you “i need to get my frustrations out.”

you smiled and rolled your eyes as yoongi’s hand left your thigh. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled your closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“do you want to?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his actions. yoongi’s not usually needy. and on very rare occasions does he show a particular need for affection and attention. but when he does, he takes advantage of those moments as much as he can. even when his writing team were all sitting six feet away from you both.

“yoongi, there are four other people in here,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the music playing in the background. “what are you thinking?” you playfully shrug his arm away. yoongi’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back against the couch, his eyes never leaving yours.

he took another slow drag on his cigarette, you could sense the tension in his body, the pent-up frustrations and overstimulations from the day, waiting to be released.

“alright, i think that’s enough for today,” he says to the producers, putting out the cigarette.

while they packed up their gear, yoongi’s gaze remained fixed on you, giving you a look that made your stomach flip violently. he waited quietly, nodding to the team as they left the room. until, everyone was gone, leaving you both alone in the suddenly silent studio.

he doesn’t give you a chance to speak. just shifts, slow and certain, reaching out to tug you by the waist until you're in his lap. straddling him.

“yoongi—” you start, but your voice cracks, and you’re not even sure what you were gonna say. don’t? stop? kiss me already?

he’s looking up at you like you’re the chorus he never quite finishes. so he kisses you. and god—it’s devastating. all tongue and teeth and heat, hands on your thighs, under your shirt, dragging you closer like he wants to wear you. your fingers twist in his hair, yanking a sound from him that goes straight to your core.

you grind down without thinking. he groans, his head dropping to your neck, nipping at the skin. “going to be the death of me, you know.”

yoongi looked up at you and smiled before he lifted your shirt to expose a bit of your skin, and placed small kisses to your stomach. your hands found his hair as you scratched his head lightly. the impatient mind that you lived in was begging him to just rip your clothes off and fuck you already, but you knew yoongi loved to take his time.

and as if he was reading your mind, he looked up at you again and smirked. his hands drifted up your back, pulling your shirt up as they moved and revealed your breast, mouth attaching immediately to your nipple.

your head fell back, reveling in the feeling of his wet lips on your skin, fingers scratching at his scalp and threading through his hair. a harsh tug when he nipped at your skin had him smirking into you. keen whimpers escapes your throat.

one of these days… he’s gonna use your moans in a backing track.

...the one where morning breath can't stop you and hoshi from being in love

❛ content | kwon soonyoung x female reader | domestic fluff, morning breath, established relationship, latte

for someone who was easily disgusted by the idea of morning breath, you find all your mornings spent in kissing your boyfriend, soonyoung, senseless.

you’re not even sure how it started. one minute you were blinking the sleep from your eyes, and the next, soonyoung had you under him, palms on either side of your head, lips moving lazily against yours like you were some kind of morning prayer.

"we should really brush our teeth," you mumble between kisses, except your hands are already threading into his messy hair and you’re not exactly keen on stopping him anytime soon.

"mmm," soonyoung hums, not disagreeing, not stopping either. "too far."

"the bathroom?"

"yeah."

"it’s literally what—" you tilt your head to look, "like five steps away."

"too many steps," he says, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to smirk softly. "besides, you taste fine, honey."

"that is objectively false," you mumble, even as your thumb brushes his cheek and he nuzzles his face into your palm. he looks like the morning. and you're so grateful he is your morning.

"maybe i’m just in love, then. love makes people stupid."

"you were stupid before you met me, kwon."

"ouch.” he grins. “but fair."

you giggle and he swoops in again, kissing you until you’re breathless. it’s slow and lazy. like you’ve got all the time in the world. your upper leg shifts to wrap around his waist lazily as he shifts and lies beside you. soonyoung sighs like he’s never been more content.

"what’s the plan for today?" you ask, voice muffled against his shoulder. he’s moved down now, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.

"this," he says. "you. me. this bed. repeat."

"you do know we’ve got laundry, yeah?"

"ignore it. the laundry can do itself."

"that’s not how laundry works."

"we’ll manifest it. or we'll have latte help."

you snort. "alright, mystic soonyoung. tell me what the cards say."

he lifts his head, eyes squinting at his open palm like he’s pretending to focus. "they say… stay in bed, kiss the pretty thing on your bed senseless, avoid responsibilities at all costs."

"very convenient."

"very wise."

you both giggle. soonyoung’s little squeaks in between laughs and 10:10 eyes on full display have you falling in love with him all over again.

there’s a moment of silence after that. comfortable. you look at him, and he’s already looking at you. you reach out to trace the curve of his jaw, and he leans into it like a cat seeking warmth.

"you’re kind of gross, you know," you whisper.

"you kissed me first."

"i’ll do it again."

"threats don’t work on me, babe," he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “especially not when they’re promises."

you pull him in, kiss him again, longer this time. one hand in his hair, the other resting on his bare shoulder, fingers idly tracing nonsense. he tastes like sleep and the soonyoung you've always known.

he whispers your name between kisses, ever so tenderly.

"you make monday mornings so much better," he mumbles into your skin.

and you think, yeah. you could do this every day.

you always knew you would run into namjoon at your high schools’s reunion. what you didn’t expect is to fall right back into the way things used to be. even more surprising, namjoon asking to try again.

❛ content | kim namjoon x female reader | high school sweetheart!namjoo , dad!namjoon, fluffy, bittersweet, missed chances, mainly dialogue, happy ending

the reunion was louder than you expected. music thumping through the speakers, laughter filling the gaps between conversations. you knew coming here meant opening a time capsule, but you didn’t expect your heart to stumble the second you saw him.

kim namjoon.

your high school sweetheart. the boy who once held your heart in his calloused hands, who whispered forever against your lips during late-night walks through the park. the one you let go.

he looks good. too good. taller, broader, still wearing that easy, dimply smile. but there’s something softer in his eyes now, a weight of time and experience.

then you see her.

a little girl, maybe five or six, clinging to his hand. she’s dressed in a pale blue dress with frilly sleeves, her dark hair tucked into two neat braids. when she looks up at him with wide eyes, full of curiosity and trust, your stomach turns.

she has his eyes.

your breath catches. it’s not like you ever expected namjoon to stay frozen in time, but this? this is something you hadn’t prepared for. before you can decide whether to turn away or walk over, he sees you.

his expression shifts, surprise flickering across his face before something else settles in. hesitation, nostalgia, maybe even something softer. he says something to the person he was talking to, then, before you know it, he’s making his way toward you.

“hey,” he says, voice warm, familiar.

“hey, namjoon.”

a beat passes. his daughter tugs at his hand, shifting shyly behind him, and he glances down at her before crouching beside her.

“this is nabi,” he introduces, his voice gentler now. “nabi, this is an old friend of mine.”

nabi blinks up at you, her small hands gripping the fabric of her dad’s jacket. for a second, she doesn’t say anything. then, carefully, “hi.”

you crouch slightly to meet her at eye level, offering a small smile. “hi, nabi. i really like your dress, it’s very pretty.”

she lights up at the compliment, glancing down at the fabric like she’d forgotten what she was wearing. “thank you,” she says, her voice a little brighter this time. “daddy let me pick it out.”

you steal a glance at namjoon, who only shakes his head with a helpless smile.

“you have good taste,” you tell her, and she giggles before getting distracted by something across the room.

namjoon stands again, exhaling like he has a million things to say but doesn’t know where to start.

“she’s beautiful,” you offer gently. she is beautiful, much like her name: butterfly.

“yeah,” he murmurs, watching her fondly. then, quieter, “she’s the best thing that came out of my marriage.”

your heart clenches.

“i heard.”

he nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “divorced two years ago.”

you don’t know what to say. the air between you feels different now, weighted by time and distance. you should tell him you’re happy he’s here, that life looks good on him, but all you can do is watch the way his shoulders shift like he’s bracing for something.

“do you want to catch up?” his voice is careful, like he’s giving you an out. “just for a bit?”

you exhale a soft laugh, tilting your head. “yeah. i’d like that.”

his lips twitch, like he wants to smile but doesn’t want to get ahead of himself.

and just like that, time folds, bringing you back to him.

it was quieter now. the music still hums in the background, but most people have trickled away into smaller groups, laughter fading into softer conversations.

you and namjoon find yourselves outside, sitting on the stone bleachers of the sports field like you used to when you were young. the air is cooler now, the night stretching wide above you, and for a moment, neither of you speak.

“so,” he finally says, turning his head to look at you. “this is weird, right?”

you huff a laugh. “a little.”

“seeing you again… i didn’t expect it to hit me like this.”

you glance over, meeting his eyes. they’re the same, warm and deep, but there’s something new behind them; experience, loss, love in a different form. you wonder if he sees something different in you, too.

“me neither,” you admit, your voice quieter now.

he leans back on his hands, exhaling slowly. “nabi really liked you.”

you smile at the mention of his daughter. “she’s adorable. she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, huh?”

namjoon laughs under his breath. “you have no idea.”

there’s something tender in the way he talks about her, and it makes your heart ache in a way you don’t fully understand. he’s a dad now. he’s built a life, one that no longer revolves around running around past midnight and whispered promises.

but sitting here like this, the past doesn’t feel so far away.

“i always wondered what it’d be like,” he murmurs suddenly.

you tilt your head. “what?”

“seeing you again.” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. “i don’t know what i expected, but… i think i was scared it wouldn’t feel the same.”

your breath catches. “and does it?”

namjoon studies you for a long moment, his gaze dipping to your lips, then back to your eyes. he doesn’t answer right away, but you can feel it in the air between you.

finally, he exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “yeah,” he says. “it does.”

you don’t know what that means. maybe he doesn’t either. but for tonight, you let the silence settle around you, warm and familiar, like time never stole you away from each other at all.

nabi was a few feet away, standing on the stone step and balancing on the edge like it’s a tightrope, her little arms stretched out for balance.

“careful, nabi,” namjoon calls, though his voice is light, more amused than worried.

“i got it, daddy!” she giggles, hopping onto the pavement with a dramatic flourish before running back toward you both. she stops right in front of you, tilting her head. “so, you were daddy’s friend?”

the question makes namjoon shift beside you, but you only smile. “yeah. a long time ago.”

she blinks up at you, then turns to her dad. “but you said you don’t see your old friends.”

namjoon clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “well, this is a special case.”

nabi narrows her eyes like she’s trying to solve a puzzle. “hmm,” she hums, then looks back at you. “i think daddy likes you.”

namjoon nearly chokes. “nabi—”

you bite back a laugh, leaning down slightly. “oh yeah? what makes you think that?”

she grins mischievously. you notice she’s even got his dimples. and even deeper ones. “because he’s looking at you like he looks at ice cream.”

you do laugh this time, covering your mouth. namjoon groans, dragging a hand down his face. “you’ve gotta stop exposing me like this, kid.”

nabi just giggles, clearly pleased with herself. then she yawns, rubbing at her eyes before tugging at her dad’s sleeve. “i’m sleepy.”

namjoon sighs, giving her a fond look before lifting her into his arms with practiced ease. she immediately curls into him, tiny hands gripping his jacket.

he looks at you, hesitant. “i should probably get her home.”

you nod, something warm settling in your chest at the sight of him holding her so gently.

“yeah,” you say softly. “it was really nice seeing you again, namjoon.”

he doesn’t respond right away, just watches you for a beat, like he’s memorizing your face. then he smiles, a little softer this time.

“you too.”

and as you follow behind him down the steps, nabi peeks over his shoulder and waves sleepily. you wave back.

you start to walk away, back inside maybe when you here namjoon speak again.

“wait.”

you turn. he shifts so he’s holding nabi more securely, but his gaze is fixed on you, something unreadable behind it.

“do you wanna get frozen yogurt sometime?” he asks, almost hesitant. “like we used to?”

you blink, caught off guard. “frozen yogurt?”

“yeah,” he says, lips twitching like he’s trying to play it off as casual. “i mean, obviously nabi would come too, but… i think she’d like it. i think you’d like it.”

you hesitate. there’s a part of you that wants to say no. to leave things as they are, neatly tied up in the past. but there’s a bigger part of you that still remembers the way frozen yogurt tasted at 11 p.m., sitting across from him in a booth, laughing over nothing and everything.

you nod. “okay.”

the next night, you find yourself at the same shop you used to go to as teens. the frozen yogurt shop is quieter than you remember, the neon glow of the sign casting soft light over the street. it used to be a special spot for the two of you.

tonight, it’s just the two of you. namjoon had dropped nabi off at home first—“she would’ve fallen asleep in the cup,” he’d joked. now, he sits across from you, stirring his yogurt with his spoon, watching you with that same unreadable expression.

“i never thought we’d be here again,” he admits suddenly.

you glance up.

he exhales, tapping his spoon against the edge of the cup. “i imagined it, but…i never thought it’d actually happen. if we’d ever run into each other, if we’d still get along. if—” he pauses, then shakes his head, lips pressing into a wry smile. “just… a lot of ifs.”

your chest tightens. you know what he means.

“i thought about it too,” you confess. “but i always figured it was better not to dwell on it.”

namjoon huffs a soft laugh. “yeah. me too.”

the silence between you is thick with all the things left unsaid, the missed chances, the roads you both chose that led you away from each other. but there’s something warm underneath it, too. something familiar.

“i’m glad we’re here, though,” you say after a moment, offering him a small smile. “even if it took us a while.”

namjoon looks at you for a long moment, his gaze softer now.

“me too.”

and as you sit there, frozen yogurt melting between you, it doesn’t feel like a second chance. not yet. but maybe, it’s the start of something new.

“so… divorced, huh?”

namjoon snorts, leaning back against the booth. “yeah.”

“was it bad?”

he shrugs. “it wasn’t good. but we both knew it wasn’t working. i think we held on longer than we should have because of nabi.”

you nod, stirring your spoon through your yogurt. “she’s lucky to have you.”

namjoon smiles at that, but there’s something wistful in his eyes. “thanks. i try. even when i have no clue what i’m doing.”

you chuckle. “that’s parenting, right?”

he huffs a laugh. “yeah. pretty much.” then, after a beat, he asks, “what about you?”

you glance up. “what about me?”

“you never got married?”

you shake your head. “no. came close, once, but… it didn’t work out.”

namjoon watches you carefully. “why not?”

you exhale, resting your spoon against the cup. “i think… i think a part of me was always looking for something that felt like this.” you motion between the two of you, then laugh softly. “not us, exactly. just… the way it used to be.”

he doesn’t say anything right away, just looks at you with something unreadable in his expression.

“it wasn’t always easy,” he says after a moment.

you smile faintly. “no. but it was real.”

namjoon swallows, looking down at his yogurt. “yeah. it was.”

for a while, neither of you speak. the shop is quiet, save for the soft hum of music overhead and the occasional laughter from a group near the counter.

then, namjoon shifts, leaning forward, arms resting against the table. “you ever think about what would’ve happened if we hadn’t…” he trails off, searching for the right word.

“fallen apart?” you supply.

he chuckles, though there’s no real humor in it. “yeah.”

you sigh, tracing the rim of your cup with your finger. “sometimes. but it doesn’t change anything.”

“no,” he agrees. “but it’s nice to wonder.”

you look at him then, really look at him, and for a moment, it feels like being seventeen again. like you’re sitting across from the boy who once knew every piece of you. who kissed you like you were his whole world. who touched you like you were a piece of art in a museum. who looked at you like you hung the stars in his sky.

but you’re not seventeen. and he’s not just namjoon from high school. he’s a father now, a man who’s lived a whole life without you in it.

and yet, somehow, you’re here.

“yeah,” you murmur, smiling just a little. “it is.”

namjoon watches you for a beat longer, then leans back, exhaling like he’s letting go of something.

“you wanna get out of here?” he asks. “go for a drive?”

you raise an eyebrow. “right now?”

he grins. “why not?”

and maybe it’s reckless. maybe it’s a bad idea. but when you nod and grab your coat, following him out into the cool night air, it feels like the only choice you were ever meant to make.

you and namjoon are back in the car, the hum of the engine mixing with the soft sound of the radio playing in the background. the night air is cool through the open windows, but the familiar hum of his car feels comforting, like nothing ever really changed. he’s driving aimlessly, the road stretching out before you, but neither of you seems in any hurry to get anywhere.

“you know,” namjoon says suddenly, breaking the silence, “we never really had closure, did we?”

you glance at him, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows over his face. his expression is thoughtful, almost distant, as though he’s still figuring out the words.

“we had the end, didn’t we?” you reply softly, leaning back against the headrest.

namjoon sighs, his grip on the steering wheel tightening for a moment before he relaxes. “yeah. but not the kind of closure i wanted.” he pauses, glancing at you. “not the kind that would let me move on.”

you’re silent for a few moments, letting the words settle between you. there’s no easy way to answer that. the truth is, you’ve never really moved on either. not completely. not when every time you thought you had, something about him or the way things were came rushing back.

“namjoon, i—” you start, but the words don’t come out right. you don’t know how to say it without it all sounding like some kind of apology, like it’s something you both need to fix.

he interrupts you gently. “i’m not asking you to fix anything. i just… i miss us. i’ve missed us.”

your chest tightens at that, the sincerity in his voice reaching deep into you. the old longing resurfaces. something that’s been quietly there under everything all these years, and you’ve tried so hard not to admit it.

the car slows, and namjoon pulls off onto a quiet road that you don’t quite recognize. he parks on the side, the headlights casting long shadows against the empty street.

namjoon kills the engine, and suddenly, the quiet between you is thick with something unspoken. it’s almost too much, too fragile, like if either of you spoke, the moment would shatter.

“nabi,” namjoon says after a beat, his voice softer. “i think it would be good for her. you and her.”

you turn your head to look at him, caught off guard. “what do you mean?”

he hesitates for a moment before speaking again, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a way that suggests how much he means it. “i know you’re not the same person you were when we were younger. but seeing you again… i think it would be good for nabi, you know? you’re perfect with kids. and i’ve seen how you are with her, how gentle and patient you are. it would be good for her to have someone like you in her life.”

his words hang in the air, and you feel a rush of warmth flood your chest. you hadn’t expected this, hadn’t realized how much he still saw in you.

“but more than that,” namjoon adds, his gaze softer now, “i just… i want to try again. not just for her, but for us. i think we could make it work, for her and for us. i want to give it a real chance. i think we both deserve that.”

you stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest. you’ve been through so much, both of you, and yet here he is, asking you to try again. the weight of it is almost too much, but there’s a sweetness in his eyes, a sincerity that makes your heart ache in all the right ways.

“you know i’ve missed you, right?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

namjoon nods, his thumb tracing the edge of the steering wheel. “i think i’ve missed you more than i realized. and i think nabi would be lucky to have someone like you around.” he glances over at you, his voice turning quieter, more intimate. “i don’t want to go back to how things were. but i want to go forward. with you.”

you’re silent for a moment, letting the truth of his words settle over you. it’s so easy to say no, to protect yourself from the hurt, from the uncertainty. but it’s also so easy to say yes, to step forward into something that feels both familiar and new.

“i want to try too,” you say, your voice steady despite the storm inside you. “i really do.”

namjoon smiles, his relief visible in the way his shoulders relax, the tension leaving his face. he leans over the console, his eyes searching yours, and then gently cups your face with both hands, his touch warm and tender.

you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the space between you, the closeness of him now almost overwhelming. the car feels too small, too intimate, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away. his eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, as though asking for permission, silently waiting for you to decide.

“i—” he starts softly, his voice low, “can i kiss you?”

your heart races, and the question feels like a formality, something he already knows the answer to, but you nod anyway. it feels like you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it’s finally here, so much sweeter than you imagined.

namjoon leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull back if you want to. but you don’t. you don’t want to. you meet him halfway, your lips brushing against his gently at first, like a question neither of you has answered until now. and when it deepens, when you both let go of the hesitation that’s kept you apart all this time, it feels like coming home.

the kiss is soft but filled with everything unspoken between you, a promise of what could be. it’s sweet, it’s messy, and it’s everything you’ve both been holding back for far too long. when he pulls back just enough to look at you again, there’s a look in his eyes that makes your heart flutter.

“thank you,” namjoon whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “for giving us a chance.”

you smile at him, your forehead resting against his, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything’s going to be okay.

jeonghan is a cheater when it comes to mario kart, and you’re rightfully a sore loser

❛ content | yoon jeonghan x female reader | fluff, gamerbf!jeonghan, banter, video games

you plopped yourself onto the couch, cross-legged with your wheel gripped tightly in your hands. as far away from him as you could possibly be, because you weren’t falling for it this time. not after the last four weekends.

jeonghan was the biggest cheater you knew, especially when it came to mario kart. every game was full of not-so-subtle nudges at your arm so your character would get knocked off the track, and him snaking one of his hands down your side to send you into a tickling fit that always ended up with him crossing the finish line, and you squirming uncontrollably on the couch as your character came in eighth place.

“hey,” you would whine when jeonghan smacks at the controller in your hand.

he’s the absolute worst at games - both in his ability to play them and his ability to play them fairly - like all the time. like hand over your eyes, loud distracting exclamations, pressing your buttons kind of cheating. he’s a child, really, and a rotten one at that.

“stop it!” you watch as your character, adorable yoshi, brakes hard on the screen and then you sadly watch him scoot across the finish line. a split second behind jeonghan’s princess peach kart. “that’s not fair.”

you stand up, letting your controller fall to the floor and planting your hands angrily on your hips.

“you said you wouldn’t cheat again. i should have won first place or at least came in seventh.”

jeonghan lets his controller drop to his lap, leaning back on the sofa, and smugly throws his hands behind his head. “sorry darling,” he drawls arrogantly, “it’s all apart of the game.”

the irritatingly cheerful victory music played tauntingly in the background.

“tickling is not part of the game,” you huff, shifting from one foot to another, “and putting your annoying bony hands up to blind me is not fair.”

he makes show of examining his hands quizzically, and really it’s adorable, but you’re too fed up to bother with his antics. you continue to level with him with an unamused glare until he looks up at you. he’s annoyingly unbothered by your complaints, instead looks even more satisfied with himself the longer you refuse to break.

you figure you’re both staring at each other silently for nearly a minute before his face splits into a giant grin, the kind where it’s slightly gummy and his eyes crinkle into a gentle crescent shape.

“you’re a child,” you grumble, turning on your heel to march out of the room with your arms crossed defiantly across your chest. but not before you’re being pulled back by your elbow, falling into jeonghan’s lap. you’re overwhelmed by his scent as he tucks his chin over your shoulder and nudge his face into your neck.

“you’re cute,” his arms wrap fully around your waist, holding you tightly in place, “i’ll let you win next round.”

“i don’t need you to let me win,” you argue as he pressed distractingly sloppy kisses against your neck, “just need you to play fair.”

“never.”

“why are you like this? really, you’re such an insufferable, sore, path-”

you’re interrupted when his fingers find your sides, sending your body into a spasm as you try to wiggle away. he’s laughing gleefully and as annoyed as you are, you can’t help the giggle threatening to leave your lips.

“come on, don’t hold back,” he goads, relentless in his attacks.

“stop trying to make me laugh, jeonghan,” you suppressed, “i’m seriously mad at you.”

at this point, you’re both on the floor. he’s got you beneath him, and he’s fighting off your arms with one hand, his other hand still poking at your ribs.

“say you’re not mad.” jeonghan demands.

“i am mad.”

he manages to pin both of your hands, now nipping at your jaw, your neck, shoulder, and suddenly you’re quite defenseless to his touch. after that, it only takes a minute until you surrender.

“fine! fine!” he stops and sits back so his weight is around your waist. “i’m not mad. but you’re still a cheater.”

“i’m not.”

“you are.”

jeonghan raises a threatening hand.

“okay! you’re not, you ass.”

he seems satisfied with that and finally pulls you up but keeps you between his legs, your back resting against his chest.

“re-match?” he hands your controller to you and you agree, determined. he starts the game again, his lips finding your neck once more as you nudge your shoulder into his chest to push him away.

his unbelievable charm and ability to worm himself out of any situation was always enough for you to forgive him. other times, even, never being able to say no to his pouting, big captivating eyes, and awful excuses about how he just wants to touch and be close to you at all times.

as frustrating as it was, the old beat up wii he’d bought on ebay had been a staple of your date nights, allowing you both to bask in the nostalgia and down bottles of wine that were far too expensive to be carelessly sipped in between races. you’d order take out, that he’d often ask for you to spoon-feed him as you took a break, and he continued to play.

tattooartist!jungkook who…

❛ content | tattooartist! jungkook x female reader | tattoo artist au, slice of life, first tattoo experience, friends-to-lovers energy, yoongi & jimin mention, fluff, mention of sex but no smut

tattooartist!jungkook who… you met at a tattoo expo where he was a featuring artist, you were just a curious first-timer. you’ve been toying with the thought of a tattoo for a very  long time, yet hesitation keeps holding you back. what design do you want to get? the placement? what about the pain? what if you regret it? so you told yourself that coming here was a way to get you inspired, to see the artists in action, to get a real feel for the culture — a step towards making it real. as a matter of a fact, you went with a list, literal notes app receipts of artists you'd stalked online for weeks: this was your research mission.

tattooartist!jungkook who… you absolutely looked up the second you got home. just to verify, obviously. for research purposes, due diligence. you booked the appointment partly out of curiosity.

tattooartist!jungkook who… could tell you were very nervous but stubborn as hell, refusing to back down and leave the appointment. honestly you’d bite down on your very last nerves before admitting to them. you told yourself it wasn’t faintheartedness, just anticipation. still, you fidget your feet a little too rhythmically under the desk.

tattooartist!jungkook who… keeps seeing you show up at the shop’s doors again and again, session after session — each time with a new design in mind, always requesting him by name. you two pretend it’s about work and business, but he secretly scans the booking sheet every morning, searching for your name.

tattooartist!jungkook who…  should be taking those rare moments between appointments to rest, to stretch his back, close his eyes — but instead he sketches extra pieces with you in mind. spontaneous ideas and designs he hoped might catch your eye if you happened to walk in unannounced and need something fresh on the spot, like always. that familiar impulsive spark in your eyes when you see something new, just before kicking off your shoes, pulling up your sleeves, and saying, “put it here,” like your body was made to wear his work? it never got old to him. it only urged him more to create something just for you, right then and there.

tattooartist!jungkook who… listens — really listens — during appointments. he’s careful with his hands on you but focused with his ears, eyes occasionally flicking up from your plush skin to catch the way your soft lips move when you talk. you tell him about your job, your playlist, the dumb thing your roommate did this morning. whatever it is, he would listen and drink in every word like it’s the most important thing in the room.

tattooartist!jungkook who… keeps a slim, black portfolio near the front desk with yoongi — tucked neatly beside the appointment book and labeled ‘designs just for y/n’ in his own handwriting.

tattooartist!jungkook who… always puts on your playlist before tattooing you. you’d mentioned offhand what you liked to listen to when you’re on edge — and the next session, he already had them queued as the needle buzzed. soft synths, sugary vocals, crooning through the shop speakers. a little sabrina carpenter, some justin thrown in like glitter, and janet jackson rounding it out with groove-heavy nostalgia.

tattooartist!jungkook who… is a sweet boy in disguise. a buff lover boy in a compression tee, really. when he’s laser focused on his work or deep in his own thoughts, his brow naturally furrows into what most people mistake for a glare of doom.

tattooartist!jungkook who… lets you hang out at the studio after hours and pretend you’re just ‘browsing flash tattoos’, but really you’re stalling and he’s hoping you’ll stay a little longer.

tattooartist!jungkook who… never minds when you steal his ipad and start doodling absolute nonsense on it — crooked stars and hearts, a sword with a bow tied to the handle, angry little frogs, a tiny cartoon him with hearts eyes and a caption underneath that reads ‘cranky tattoo boy’. he never deletes any of it, in fact he saves them. all of them. one quiet evening, while you’re curled up sideways on a worn chair in the waiting area, and he’s finishing up with a walk-in client, you accidentally stumble across a hidden folder in his files. originally labeled ‘better than jimin’s’, it’s now been quietly renamed to ‘not mine but mine’.

tattooartist!jungkook who… tells you not to get tattooed by anyone else. not just because he’s confident in his work (which he is, to a borderline arrogant degree) but because the idea of someone else — especially another guy — leaning in close, pulling at your clothes, touching your skin, mapping it like it’s theirs to read, marking you? yeah, no. absolutely not.

tattooartist!jungkook who… has coworkers who all know exactly who you are the second you walk through the door.

tattooartist!jungkook who… keeps a blanket just for you at the studio, folded neatly over the back of your chair…

tattooartist!jungkook who… believes in a lot of aftercare — after tattoos and after sex.

tattooartist!jungkook who… you notice doesn’t really do social media. he barely posts, especially compared to jimin’s constant flood of updates. when he does post, it’s quick — maybe a flash drop, a booking form, or the rare repost of a freshly healed tattoo. his feed is a curated gallery of ink masterpieces.

tattooartist!jungkook who… is always hustling to grow his business — his books are full three months out, getting dms from big-name shops across the country, running on fumes and his sketchbook’s overflowing with new concepts. which means traveling for guest spots, conventions, and collaborations. he’ll do them — but not without you. he can’t imagine going without you. “every time i travel with you,” he’d admit, “it feels less like work.”

tattooartist!jungkook who… lets you talk him into getting a tattoo to commemorate the trip.

tattooartist!jungkook who… insists on covering your nail appointments like it’s not even a conversation, “you use those hands to feed me, the least i can do is keep 'em cute.” he’d say, already sending the transfer.

tattooartist!jungkook who… is a man who only has two modes: working or being with you… sometimes both at once.

tattooartist!jungkook who… you wake up before him, the early light just began to filter through the blinds, casting soft patterns across the bed and tracing the curve of his bare shoulder where the blanket’s slipped down.

tattooartist!jungkook who… absolutely melts whenever you offer to massage his back and neck after a long day.

tattooartist!jungkook who… is a little bit of a nerd when it comes to his craft. okay — not a little. a lot.

tattooartist!jungkook who… lets his hair grow out — not on purpose, not at first.

tattooartist!jungkook who… always, always shows you his sketches first.

tattooartist!jungkook who… agrees — maybe too confidently — when you suggest a mario kart bet one lazy afternoon: winner gets to tattoo the loser.

tattooartist!jungkook who… pretends to act unfazed when you walk into the studio, lean against the counter with your chin resting on your folded arms, and dead-seriously say, “i think i want a tramp stamp.”

tattooartist!jungkook who... doesn’t finish the tramp stamp that first session. not because of technique, or timing, or because he’s tired. but because the second you whimpered his name, squirmed just a little too much beneath his hands… and the way you turned your head to look at him after he wiped off the stencil? dazed, pouty, half-pissed? yeah. that look on your face was enough reason for him to keep the machine from ever moving past idle.

tattooartist!jungkook who… surprises you by agreeing almost instantly when you suggest getting tiny matching lollipop tattoos — just a small, playful token of something only the two of you understand.

partially based on casual by chappell roan

❛ content | vernon chwe x female reader | fwb, angst (no happy ending), references to smut, alcohol, bisexual reader, vernon being a douche

vernon (12:47 a.m.): come over?

you (12:50 a.m.): give me 15

vernon (12:52 a.m.): k

it’s not unusual for your nights to look like this. or your early mornings, rather.

it wasn’t always this way. when you first met vernon, you wanted nothing to do with him romantically or intimately. you’d heard about his reputation — it wasn’t anything bad as long as you were looking for the same thing. he was an expert in bed and the friends that slept with him always provided rave reviews. ever excited rumblings of, “oh my god, he’s so caring! he made me finish twice before he even took his cock out” and “he’s the perfect one night stand — seriously, i’ve never had anyone better.”

but you didn’t care for that.

you were a serial monogamous, always bumping around from one lengthy relationship to the next. in hindsight, you suppose you weren’t any better than vernon, who earned his notoriety from a series — a long series — of casual hookups.

if you needed a rebound, you went to vernon.

if you were going through a dry spell, you went to vernon.

if you were just horny and needed someone to go home with at the end of the night (and he hadn’t miraculously already found somebody else yet), you went to vernon.

and you never planned to sleep with him. ever, really. he was a fine friend, someone who mixed well with your mutual friends, but they hardly exchanged conversation except for the occasional ‘nice shirt’. you had his phone number from seungkwan’s surprise birthday party last year and you were friends on venmo, passing back the same $20 every month for drinks or a shared uber.

that was the extent of your friendship.

until a few months back, when you were down in the dumps. you’d been seeing this girl for a month or two, assuming that you both were headed straight towards a happy, exclusive relationship — only to discover that she was sleeping with and seeing just about 10 other people on the side. and it only came out because she happened to contract chlamydia from one of her sexual partners, so she’d been forced to tell you for the sake of your health.

your friends gave you time to wallow. they offered it to you on a silver platter, even, offering multiple girls nights out (and in), providing you all the space you needed to cry and complain and talk about how hurt you felt.

but then… a week of moping turned into two, which turned into three, which eventually turned into a month and a half. your friends were exhausted from watching you spiral into sadness, so they did the only thing they knew: they sat you down and told you you needed to rebound. fast.

“and who the hell am i supposed to rebound with?” you asked through a sniffle. the only thing that made this whole thing worse was your friends staging an intervention for you because you were being annoyingly sad about your not-really-breakup-but-felt-like-a-breakup. “see, that’s the best part of being friends with a man whore,” one friend replied eagerly. they sat on either side of you with bright eyes, nodding excitedly. “vernon! he already said he’s down and everything!” “wait— you already asked him?” “we just put the idea in his head. don’t worry, men are stupid,” another friend quickly waved you off, “but he’s going out with everyone tonight. we’ll feed you a few shots to get you just buzzy enough, and then send you off to your night in heaven. you won’t even remember that girl’s name by the time vernon’s done with you!” you cringed. “hasn’t, like… everyone slept with him though?” they shrugged. “yeah, but he’s clean. he gets regular testing and uses condoms. really, y/n, it’s sort of a rite of passage at this point. but you should do it only if you’re comfortable— don’t let us force you into it.” you swallowed tightly. you had to admit, the thought of a rebound sounded… appealing. you’d swiped through dating apps looking for one, but you were too scared that a one night stand would end in your bloody murder. and it helped that vernon already knew what he was doing, and— wait, were you crazy or were you actually starting to consider this? “alright, fine,” you replied with a shaky exhale, “let’s do this.”

that was four months ago.

and what was supposed to be an evening of stupid, lusty, casual sex turned into you falling hard. it wasn’t your fault, though — no, not when he panted breathy promises into your mouth in the back of the uber, mumblings of “just tonight, you know that, right?”. you’d replied just how you’d rehearsed it in your brain hours prior: “yes, yeah, i know— just tonight. just for tonight.”

"just for tonight" shifted into vernon asking you to stay until the morning for breakfast and shower sex. then, the following weekend, he texted you the ever classic you still awake? at just past midnight. you were indeed up, doing nothing but rotting on your couch and watching a documentary about the deep sea — and your hookup with vernon had been good, really good, and you weren’t going to turn down another night of orgasms.

as he wrapped a condom around his dick and pressed messy kisses down your neck, he whispered the same hurried sentiments from the weekend before: “didn’t see anyone i wanted tonight and we were good, yeah? it was good. so just… just one more night, okay? that’s fine, right?”

foolishly, with flittering eyelashes and your nails scraping down his back as he pushed inside, you nodded and echoed his words. “just one more night, that’s fine.”

it didn’t take long for your friends to catch on when vernon would leave the bar an hour early without looking for someone to take home. or, when you’d both be out and, like magnets slowly being pulled towards one another, you’d end up kissing on the street as you waited for an uber to take you both back to vernon’s place.

the guys hounded vernon about it, asking if you were finally the one to tie him down.

“nah,” he’d reply with a shake of his head, “she’s a good girl. too good for me.”

when your friends demanded to know every last detail, you shrugged.

"i'm not really sure. it's... good, i think."

they only responded with small, tight smiles.

“your mom texted me today. she invited us to come see them this weekend.”

vernon doesn’t reply — or rather, he makes an unassuming humming noise — as he gets out of your bed, untangling his naked form from your sheets. he hunts down his briefs and pulls them on before stretching his arms out.

“did you eat dinner?” he asks, grabbing your t-shirt off the floor and tossing it to you. you sat up, tightening the sheet around your chest. you shook your head as you clutched the fabric of your shirt in your hands and watched him scroll on his phone.

“no. i thought we could get something.”

vernon hums again, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. swallowing, you put your shirt back on. you’re not sure why, but you always felt oddly vulnerable once you’ve both finished hooking up. when you’re still naked and he’s already moved onto the next thing, like having plans with the guys or taking a shower before he heads home. you’d even purchased his favorite body wash and shampoo when he started sticking around a bit longer, but he'd never even mentioned it or uttered a thank you.

“yeah, maybe,” he finally replies. he locks his phone and places it back on the ledge of the tv stand in your bedroom. the simple act makes your heart jump — usually, he’ll stuff his phone in his pocket as he’s leaving. maybe he was planning on staying the night. “so listen, i know i took you to dinner at my parents’ place that one time, but i don’t really feel comfortable with you talking to my mom.”

you furrowed your brows in confusion. “she texted me, vernon. i don’t, like, regularly reach out to her.”

“right, but it just makes this whole thing feel way more serious than it is.” he says, sitting back down on the bed. he maintains a steady distance between you both and it makes a small lump form in your throat.

“okay,” you murmured slowly, “that’s fine, i get it. but… we never really talked about what this is.”

vernon glances up with wide, confused eyes. “we’ve said it a million times, y/n. this is casual. completely and totally casual sex.”

an ugly, involuntary chortle left your chest. he raises his eyebrows.

“we’ve been fucking for four months. that’s not really casual.”

“yes, it is. it’s friends with benefits.”

“sure, maybe, but that’s if you explicitly outline that you’re just having sex. no feelings involved.”

“we did that.”

“when?”

“at the beginning,” vernon responds. he seems frustrated now, but it feels as though he’s recalling a memory that you were never even around for. “remember? i told you, it was all just for tonight type shit. nothing real.”

“then why the fuck did you take me to your parents’ house two months ago?” you demanded, anger rising in your chest, “and why am i your date to all of your stupid, boring work events? and why the hell are you at my house like four times a week, and why do you have a drawer full of my clothes at your place?”

“y/n—”

“this isn’t fucking casual, vernon. this is dating. you’re dating me and you don't even realize it.”

“i would know if i was dating you, but i never asked you to be my girlfriend. i don’t want a girlfriend, you know that.”

you groan and shook your head, ignoring the way your jaw already aches from clenching it so hard. you grabbed a clean pair of underwear from your drawer and quickly slipped them on. vernon’s silent the entire time.

suddenly, you whipped around and faced him. “have you been fucking other people?”

a wrinkle forms between his brows. he shakes his head.

“no. i wouldn’t do that, and it’s unsafe.”

“right,” you murmured, placing your hands on your hips, “so piece it together, vernon. neither of us are sleeping with other people. we’re exclusively seeing one another.”

“you’re just making this out to be way more of a thing than it is—”

“oh, fuck off!” you exclaim, “you have a key to my house! that’s pretty serious!”

“i didn’t ask you for that!” he fires back as he stands up from the bed. you’re both in a stand-off now, staring at one another with angry eyes. you snorted and shaking your head in disbelief.

“my friends were so fucking right about you. you’re such an asshole. you know they called me a loser for thinking you were a good guy?”

vernon rolls his eyes as he grabs his phone and leather jacket, “yeah, i’m sure.”

the two of you don’t exchange any other words as he leaves your room. you sat back down on the edge of the mattress, listening as he stuffs his feet in his sneakers and slams the front door shut. you didn’t even notice that tears were lining your eyes and falling onto the apples of your cheeks.

it’s barely 48 hours later when you’re watching a youtube video as you stood in the bathroom, doing your nighttime routine.

like four months prior, when you hoped vernon would be a good rebound for your heartbreak, you’d been moping around in self-hatred and sadness. you’re in awe of how cruel and oblivious he's being, but more than that, you couldn’t believe you actually believed he had real feelings for you. ones that extended beyond sex.

you’re brushing your teeth when you noticed a text notification come down, redirecting your attention from the influencer vlog to read the name of the sender. you tapped on it to see the familiar contact.

vernon (10:32 p.m.): sorry for what i said. can i come over?

best friend joshua trying to remove your makeup and put you to bed because you’re drunk

❛ content | joshua hong x female reader | domestic fluff, best friends, drunk!reader, this made me so fuzzy

he's been keeping an eye on you all night, despite having to host in his own house, making sure you never crossed the line from euphoric drunk to desolate drunk and started sobbing on all of your friends. joshua’s always been attentive like that—the more observant of the two in your friendship. and he’s more than happy to be, especially in moments like these, as the last of his guests are starting to make their way out and you’re sitting cross-legged on the sofa; head in the clouds with a blissed out smile on your face.

“you had a good night, y/n?” joshua perch beside you, a large, warm palm encircling your knee.

your head turns to him slowly—a shine in your eyes as you take him in—almost as if you had forgotten he was here with you and are pleasantly surprised to see him. “yeah,” you breathe, smile dopey. joshua squeezes your knee, a far more sober and endeared smile on his face.

“the guest room’s all set up for you.” you sit up slightly at the idea of going to bed, the alcohol in your system having traded your previous animation for drowsiness.

“didn’t wanna share with me?” you pout, standing up and gripping the shoulder of joshua’s shirt to steady yourself. joshua’s cuddles are a craving you can’t hide when you aren't sober; slightly more meek about initiating them on most occasions.

joshua stands up with you, gentle hands resting on your elbows before turning you around and guiding you to the bathroom. “not tonight, darling. you drool when you’re drunk.”

you whip around the best you can, gasping, “i do not!” and joshua receives a harsh prod to his chest that he covers with his hand with a small, heyyy.

“you can brush your teeth alone for that.”

when you emerge from the bathroom, minty and dressed in much more comfortable sleepwear, you see joshua waiting for you on the guest bed. you make your way over with a dreamy expression and heavily plonk yourself down, bouncing the bed, sitting on your knees and facing his side.

the makeup remover is cold on your face and joshua sighs affectionately when you squirm under his grip. “stay still, y/n. i don’t want to blind you,” he murmurs, with your toiletry bag on his lap.

“but you’re hurting me—ouch—ow!” giggling at your own theatrics and joshua rolls his eyes, hand at the back of your head, angling you just right so he can wipe at your eyes. his shirt is scrunched up in your hands as you try to relax into his ministrations, heart full despite being near asleep. “love you, shua,” you mumble, aching to hug him now. “you’re the best friend ever. best person ever, actually.”

joshua smiles, admiring your closed eyes and clean face. “i am,” he says as he dots cream onto your skin and rubs it in tenderly. “love you too.” you peel your eyes open and are sure you see a glimpse of a halo around his fluffy hair.

hands that are gripping his shirt slide up and around his neck, pulling you both down and into the sheets. your head lands just shy of the pillow and joshua hoists you up slightly, tugging the covers out from underneath you and drawing them to the side. despite being dozy, your arms are tight around him and you sigh happily into his collarbone when he lets himself drop down slightly, one of his hands coming up to pet at your hair. you inhale deeply and feel yourself drift further and further, no stress or anxiety present in any part of your body. joshua’s legs are twisted awkwardly off the side of the bed, and your feet are draped across his thighs, but he wouldn’t dare try and move.

as your breathing evens out and your arms gravitate towards the mattress, joshua brings them down softly, unhooking your hand from his neck when it fights to stay—even in sleep. you frown slightly and turn on your side, burying your face into the pillow that smells of joshua’s detergent, legs curling up. he brings the sheets over your body and tucks you in with care, before dropping a light kiss to your temple. when he leans back, your lips are turned upwards and joshua’s heart flutters a little—but also schemes with all the different ways he can tease you about your reaction to his affection when you wake up disgruntled in the morning.

and as he settles into his own bed, exhaustion takes over and his body melts with a warmth that can only be caused by the deepest of love.

mingyu’s never been a romantic, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's sex.

❛ content | kim mingyu x female reader | college au, established relationship, boyfriend!mingyu, frat!mingyu, dom!mingyu, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

nothing is ever innocent with mingyu, you should’ve learnt your lesson by now. he never just comes over to help you study, or watch a movie. so why did you think tonight would be any different?

maybe you just hoped your boyfriend would be a little more spontaneous in the romantic sense. because he isspontaneous, absolutely. but you’re not sure mingyu has a single romantic bone in his body.

and if he does, he doesn’t seem to have any need nor want to show it.

you don’t want to complain about him, not in the slightest — because he does make you happy, and you do love him with every ounce of your being.

it’s just sometimes, you’d appreciate the little things. like a kiss to your knuckles, or a random bunch of flowers. you get the pet names; baby, honey, sweetheart — but that’s as far as endearment goes with mingyu.

maybe it’s just a phase, you find yourself wondering most of the time. perhaps he’s just in that horny, frat boy era and the second university is over, that’s when the romance will start.

if you’re honest, you’re kind of hoping so. you don’t need romance, your relationship is passionate enough without it, but god, a little would be nice.

so really, in hindsight, you shouldn't have expected some cute date when mingyu told you he was picking you up this evening for pizza and a late night drive.

you got your pizza (mingyu’s treat), before piling back up in his car for a late night drive.

you can’t lie, late drives with mingyu are one of your favorite things to do together. windows down, blaring music. and maybe you were a little harsh earlier.

there’s been a couple instances where a drive has turned into parking at the peak of a hill, the pair of you laid across the hood trying to count all the stars you could see above you.

that’s not what tonight was supposed to be, because the drive lasted fifteen minutes before mingyu stuck his hand down your pants and his tongue in your mouth.

but you’ll never complain about that.

he’s gentle in the most feverish way possible. he needs you, wants you, craves you—but his touch is soft and tender, each caress bringing another surge of warmth to the surface of your skin.

the windows are foggy, though you haven’t opened your eyes in a while. mingyu’s got his mouth enveloped over your nipple, suckling and nibbling oh so gently.

one hand is stuffed in your underwear, the other around your throat. your seat’s been reclined all the way back, your body completely horizontal as he hovers over you.

you never want to open your eyes, not even to take a peek. you’re too in awe of the way he makes you feel - even with the gentlest of touches.

his fingers toy with your clit, rubbing in such tight circles it feels more like a side-to-side movement. but it’s what you love and mingyu knows it.

he’s always known how to get you there; when to push, when to pull. your body relaxes completely when he has his way – no part of you has ever doubted his touch, never will.

“i wanna touch you,” you pant.

your hips are rolling against his hand, back arching ever so slightly when he bites a little harder than before. mingyu pecks your perked nipple, doting kisses across your chest and neck until his lips are level with your ear.

“i don’t remember telling you to speak.”

oh. we’re playing like that tonight.

you purse your lips shut tight, knowing exactly what mingyu wants from this. a smirk graces his stupidly handsome face as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“that’s a good girl. keep your mouth closed and let me get to work.”

you can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, feel the hairs on your body stand on end, feel the gush of arousal seep from your cunt.

mingyu lets his hand dip further into your underwear, the tip of his middle finger swiping at the throbbing entrance of your pussy. you’re soaking wet, a little plump with anticipation.

he teases your hole for a few moments, tauntingly dipping a finger to the first knuckle before withdrawing again. it’s an agonising game he likes to play – to see how long until you’re begging for something more, for anything.

last time, it ended in you sobbing for his cock, you wouldn’t stop until it was shoved down your throat. such a naughty girl. mingyu’s cock leaps at the memory, but that’s not how tonight is going to go.

maybe if you’re good, you can have his cock when you get home. maybe he’ll let you suck him to sleep, only if you’re lucky. for now, though, he’s too fucking horny for the foreplay.

mingyu crawls down your body, reaching under the seat to push it back as far as it goes, and he settles in the foot space below.

pulling your underwear down your legs, mingyu props your thighs so they rest over his shoulders, leaving him with a face full of your glistening cunt. his mouth salivates, eyes dark and hooded.

the smell of your arousal alone is enough to send mingyu into a state of euphoric bliss, so it’s no shock to you when he very quickly buries his face between your thighs and laps up your cunt.

his tongue is warm and skilled, flat as he runs a stripe from your leaking hole to your throbbing clit, then wraps his lips around your nub, suckling and flicking as your back arches.

you know how this goes – keep your eyes closed and hands to yourself. and most importantly, keep that pretty little mouth shut.

“such a sweet fucking cunt, baby.”

you jut your hips into his face, grinding against his tongue and he drags it back to your hole. it’s pure ecstasy, complete and utter bliss.

mingyu reaches for your hands, guides them to your chest. you waste no time in grabbing your tits, pinching nipples between fingers the way mingyu would.

he lets his hands snake back down to your hips, holding you in place with one as the other sneaks between your thighs. mingyu spits your arousal back over your hole, his finger spreading it across your pussy and taunting your entrance.

a sweet gasp slips past your lips at the sensation–the feel of him circling your cunt and easing his thick digit in. one knuckle… two… he curls his finger as he eases into the third and your back arches.

“you’re being such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”

the praises feel like clouds surrounding you, making you feel light and airy. you love nothing more than hearing mingyu tell you how good you’ve been. and mingyu loves nothing more than telling you, watching you buck and squeak in response.

he’s quick to put his lips back on your clit, slurping and flicking with his skilled tongue. there’s something so filthy about doing this in the car, parked in a ditch at the side of the road.

anyone could catch you, anyone could drive past and see. neither of you give a shit. he’s too busy burying his face in your cunt and you’re too busy trying to keep your breathing regulated.

his tongue works meticulously, swiping and folding at every tender point he knows. your legs are starting to shake, knees folding in and hitting against the back of his head but he doesn’t care.

mingyu will welcome any pain if it comes with your pleasure. that’s how he’s always been. if you’re not crushing his skull, he’s not doing a good enough job.

he doesn’t need verbal reassurance. he has no doubts he makes you feel like an angel. watching you react, the way your body folds and coils, the limp noises that escape your pretty lips, it feeds mingyu.

it’s not long before your entire body begins to twitch; involuntarily jerking at every suck, every curve of his finger. mingyu works your g-spot until you’re seeing stars behind closed eyes, until your jaw is slack and strangled, wanton moans break through the silence.

it’s music to his fucking ears, everything he’s ever wanted to hear and more. if he could, he’d catch your cries on tape, have them replayed in his headphones all hours of the day.

he lets you get closer and closer–teetering you to the edge until you’re fucking desperate. mingyu’s rock hard in his pants, can actually feel the pre-cum beginning to seep out of his cock.

now, he’s never been a selfish lover (in or out of bed), but right now, he doesn’t want to let you finish – he wants to see you beg and cry and shove his length in your cunt.

he wants to stretch you out with no warning, fuck you into that damn seat until you’re desperately holding onto something, anything. in mingyu’s mind, there’s nothing more pressing, more desirable than that.

so he pulls away the second you’re about to burst. you’re far too dazed and confused to fully realise what he’s just done; that he’s actually stopped you from reaching your high.

and it’s only when your eyes finally start to flutter open that you notice what he’s doing. how his sweats are pulled down mid-thigh and his throbbing red cock is heavy in his hand.

you blink a couple of times, clearing your distorted vision. his length is angry, desperate for touch as his top stays an agonising shade of purple.

you start to reach closer, to touch him, kiss him, make him feel as good as he’s made you – but mingyu swats your hand away and pushes on your chest so you’re laid back in the seat.

you watch him with eager eyes, the way he smears his full cock across your cunt, soaking in the juices you’ve left and the mess he’s made of you. his tip pushes at your clit, a shock of bliss coursing through your body.

“you’re gonna take this cock like the good girl you are, okay?”

you nod pathetically, rolling your hips to meet his. mingyu slaps his length against your pussy, allowing you to feel the sheer weight of it before he lines himself up with your weeping hole.

with a slap to your thigh, he pushes forward, slowly – until you’re accustomed to the size. his balls gently knock at your ass, the short hairs on his pubic bone tickling at your clit and you gnaw down on your bottom lip.

he finds a slow rhythm, eyes locked on where your bodies intertwine. each time he pulls out, he’s shinier than before, soaking in your arousal and it only makes him harder.

both hands find homage to your hips, fingers marking the skin as he holds a firm grip.

it’s merely seconds before mingyu picks up his pace and starts to fuck into you, each thrust more forceful than the last. your cunt begins to tighten around him; pulsing and twitching in excitement.

mingyu struggles to keep quiet, grunting between heavy pants as he reaches for your clit. he begins to rub, gently flicking from side to side in effort to get you to where you were before.

and it works, like fucking magic.

you’re gripping your tits and biting down on your tongue to keep yourself from screaming, your eyes rolled so far back you’re not sure you’ll see straight for days. and when he pinches your clit, giving it a little twist, it’s like your entire world implodes.

mingyu fucks you through it; rougher, harder. even with him stuffing your cunt, arousal still manages to seep through the sides of his cock, slipping down your ass and dripping onto his seat.

he doesn’t give a shit, not in the slightest. mingyu’s mesmerized by the way your body falls limp and you struggle to catch your breath. he feels his own release catching up with him at the sight of your fucked out face and pretty, pearled nipples.

“good girl. my good fucking girl.”

your body quakes, a second, all-consuming orgasm creeping up on you. there’s no stopping it, not as he hits all the right places, and just as you cum all over him, he shoots his load into you.

mingyu can’t stop the uncontrollable moans that tear through his throat, the need and exhaustion peeling off him. he keeps his movements slow and steady, using your hole to milk himself dry, watching your chest rapidly rise and fall.

“holy shit,” he croaks, running a hand through his hair as he takes a deep breath.

you admire him for a second, needing a moment to come to your senses. you were right, the windows are fogged, nearly dripping with condensation, actually. you giggle to yourself, offering mingyu a shy smile and he grins.

“wanna go back to your dorm and finish the last two episodes of dynamite kiss?”

mingyu asks the question like he isn’t still rock hard and buried in your cunt. you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips but you nod, nonetheless, amused and somewhat impressed by the duality of this man.

you suppose that while mingyu isn’t necessarily a romantic, he knows what you like and still caters to your every need. and if fucking you in the middle of nowhere and then offering cuddles and a tv show after is as close to romantic as you’re gonna get, you’ll take it.

❛ content | lee chan x female reader | newlyweds, first time, shy sex, desperate chan, shaky nervous chan, husband material chan ofc, sappy romantic love, missionary, slow sensual sex, kisses lots of kisses, unprotected sex womp womp

sounds of quiet giggles and rushed kisses filled the hallways of the venue. you and chan crashing into every wall trying to keep your lips connected. chan groaned as he bumped his leg into a flower pot,

“shhh chan they’re gonna hear us!”

chan laughed as he brought he hands forward to cup your face, quickly planting a loud kiss on your lips,

“my love, we’re the guests of honor, i think they’ve noticed we’re gone by now.”

yes, of course the guest have noticed, who wouldn’t notice the newlyweds slipping away for some much deserved alone time.

somehow between kisses you and chan had found your way into an empty bedroom, hopefully it wasn’t one of your guest’s rooms, because by the end of tonight it would be ruined.

chan was quick to drag you towards the bed, giggling as you tripped on the ends of your puffy dress. he sat at the edge of the bed pulling you in between his open legs, admiring you.

“you look like a princess, my princess.”

you smiled down at him cupping his face with your hands before planting a soft kiss to his lips,

“your wife chan, not a princess.”

he chuckled into your light kisses, your lips tickling his face,

“even better baby, my wife. all mine.”

you hummed in agreement, a small smile on your face as you heard chan groan softly below you, your lips trailing down his neck.

his hands came up to hold your waist, pulling you closer into his chest.

“f-feels good baby, ke-keep going,”

you continued to work your lips on his neck, your hands coming up to loosen his tie, his buttons following soon after.

his hands held yours, stopping your movements. you leaned back to look at him, his cheeks already pretty and pink, a soft glow in his eyes.

“i want you baby, so bad. let me have you, please?”

you pecked his pouting lips, holding his hands tightly in yours,

“i’m all yours chan.”

his blush spread further to his ears, heart beating hard against his chest as he let go of your hands, and reaching to unzip the back of your dress. you giggled as he struggled, a light huff escaping his lips.

“stop laughing, i don’t wanna ruin your dress!”

you reached back to help him out, immediately unzipping the dress and shrugging it off your shoulders. chan felt the air leave his lungs as you revealed yourself to him, no bra underneath, just you, bare and beautiful.

he reached forward to hold your breasts, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his cold hands.

“can i?”

you nodded quickly, gasping as he latched onto your nipple. chan thought this might be one of the best moments of his life, right after marrying you of course. he swirled his tongue around the hard bud, sucking gently to savor the taste of your skin. you threaded your fingers gently through his hair, tugging at the strands.

he was quick to pull the rest of your dress down, detaching himself from your chest so that you could step out of the confines. you stood in front of him, only your white lace panties covering your core. chan didn't waste any time in picking you up and laying you on the soft bed before kissing down your body.

"my girl's so beautiful, so beautiful baby, and all mine."

you bit your lip to hold back your whines, his soft lips leaving goosebumps on your skin as he got closer to your core. a light kiss to your clothed cunt was enough to have you whining in his grasp, a light chuckle leaving his lips.

"feel good, baby?"

you nodded quickly,

"yes chan, please, keep going."

he leaned into your core, kissing the wet area lightly before slowly pulling your panties to the side. your breath was tense as you rested on your elbows, watching chan’s every move. his lashes fluttered as he brought his eyes up to meet yours, his tongue poking out shyly to get a taste of you. you jerked your hips up at the sensation, moaning softly. you brought your hand up to cover your face, embarrassed by your movements. chan sucked on your clit gently, hands coming up to grip at your tits,

"don't hide baby, you're so perfect, taste so good, fuck."

all you could do was whine in response as chan dove back into your cunt, lapping at your juices like a man starved. his hands explored your body, flicking at your nipples, gripping your waist, massaging circles into your thighs. chan meant it when he said he wanted all of you.

you felt a strange feeling in your lower belly, the muscles of your legs tightening with every flick of chan’s tongue,

"chan- chan i think i'm close, oh my- please- feel like i'm gonna-"

he brought his hand down, fingers coming to rub quick circles on your swollen clit,

"it's okay, just let it go baby, i'm right here."

your toes curled as you felt the band in your stomach snap, your hips slightly rising from the bed as you chased chan’s rough fingers.

"just like that, mhm, feels good right baby?"

you moaned in agreement, chest heaving as you relaxed back into the bed. you reached for chan’s unbuttoned shirt, pulling him towards your lips. the kiss was sloppy, your muscles weak and chan’s just starting to fire up. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up towards his chest, your core rubbing against his clothed length. you felt him grind into you, the fabric of his suit pants burning your sensitive clit. you winced at the overstimulation, a whine leaving your lips as chan continued to kiss your exposed skin.

"sorry angel, can't wait anymore, need you so bad."

he reached down to his pants, shaky hands working at his belt and zipper as sweat beads along his hairline. he quickly shoved his pants and shirt off, only his cheetah print boxers left on his body. you let out a soft laugh by his choice of underwear. he looked down towards his crotch groaning loudly.

"shit, i forgot! hoshi told me-”

“chan, those are gonna be on the floor in two seconds. i don't care what stupid bet you made with hoshi, please just do something.”

he was quick to take his boxers off, equally as desperate as you.

“fuck, you look so good, oh my-.”

chan looked down between your legs, his cock twitching at the sight of your soaked panties, white lace practically invisible. he brought his thumb up to rub at your slit, his finger harsh against your swollen bud. you sighed at the feeling, hands going down to hold chan’s length.

"shit baby, wait- wait."

he moved your hands, taking a hold of his own length and laying it on your core. chan moaned at the sight of you, laid out in front of him. perfect hair now a mess, nipples perked up and your legs tense as you waited for his next move.

he leaned down against your body, face coming to rest in your neck, his breath shaky. his hand guided his length to your entrance, panties pushed to the side.

"i love you so much baby, i swear-."

he slid into you slowly, your walls burning at the stretch. your arms wrapped around chan’s back as he eased into you. his loud moans filling your ears.

"fuck, fuck, fuck- so tight, oh my-"

the feeling was strange, the slight burn leaving fast as he finally filled you completely. he moved his face from your neck, wanting to see your face,

"feel okay?"

you nodded quickly, blushing at the realization that your makeup was probably a mess, hair that was once neat now a mess against the sheets. chan brought his hand up to move a stray piece from your face, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips, hands clenching your waist as he pressed his hips harder against yours. you moaned at the feeling of him deep inside you, tip kissing your cervix.

"chan, baby, please move."

he nodded against your mouth, a small mhm leaving his lips as he slowly dragged his length out of you. chan was a mess, grabbing at your skin, sweat building on his entire body as he tried not the cum already.

his thrusts were slow but harsh, each thrust pushing you further up the bed. he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you in place as his pace became quicker.

"feels so good baby,"

"yes, yes, yes chan, please don't stop- please."

chan thought he was losing his mind. the feeling of you squeezing around him with each thrust, your nails clawing at his back. chan wanted you to cum around him. no. he needed you to.

he moved his hand down to your core, fingers starting to rub circles on your sensitive bud.

"chan, oh my- chan feel so good, please- fuck."

he watched you squirm under him, leaning down to plant wet kisses all over your chest, his thrust and fingers relentless. his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to hold back from cumming too soon, stomach tightening as your wet pussy clenched around him, your orgasm building quickly.

you threaded your fingers through chan’s hair pulling him away from your chest and towards your lips. the kiss was messy, teeth clashing as his thrusts shook you.

"i love you chan, love you so much, i want you to fill me up baby, i'm all yours chan, all yours."

your sweet words were enough to drive chan off the edge, his hands gripping you tightly as he filled you to the brim.

"y/n- fuck, you're all mine baby- fuck, love you so much."

you squeezed your legs around his waist, your second orgasm of the night making your head fuzzy. you gripped onto chan as your mouth fell into a silent moan, only the sound of chan’s heavy breathing filling the room.

you winced as he slowly slid out of you, cum dripping from your core.

"you're so perfect angel, so perfect."

he placed a kiss onto your lips and then another on your cheek, then your forehead, and then your lips again.

"chan-"

"i just married the girl of my dreams and i made her cum twice!"

you giggled as he leaned in to give you another kiss.

"i married a dork! oh my god!" you softly push him away.

he held your hands down, kissing all over your face, "your dork baby, your dork."

your dork indeed.

i know a lot of people say jungkook is so boyfriend coded, but i like pain and i want to challenge that idea by saying; jungkook is so ex-boyfriend coded.

❛ content | female reader, ex! jungkook | fluff, angst, bittersweet, first love, exes to friends, slice of life, nostalgia.

jungkook was the boyfriend you dated when you two were far too young to understand how relationships should be - maybe even first loves.

it was a relationship that ended because love isn't enough – because when you date someone that young, you two were still figuring out who you were and what part you played in the world.

jungkook was the ex boyfriend that you broke up with under the terms of 'mutual understanding', but god does it fucking hurt every now and then. especially the very first time you heard of him moving on.

she's amazing, by the way. the girl that he showed hints of on his instagram posts. and from what you've heard, she's everything he has ever asked for in a partner... maybe even more.

but that's besides the point. it's not like you want him back.

jungkook’s the ex boyfriend you would occasionally check up on social media and see how much his features has matured – his cheekbones and jaw are much more prominent. he also gained that muscle mass he had always talked about when you two dated.

it was strange seeing him now, because although he looked familiar – pieces of the boy you once loved still very much evident whenever he posted images or videos of him smiling and laughing, he was nothing but a stranger.

his taste of music has changed, so has his style... the way he posted was no longer carefree.

you would occasionally watch the vlogs he posted, just to hear his voice again. not in a way where you missed him as a boyfriend... but as a friend.

his laugh still sounded the same, the way he got excited for meals was still very much how you remembered – but there was something different and you can't quite put a finger on what it was.

in the moments stillness, when you couldn't help but think back at how life was before you had reached your goals – your mind would wander back to jungkook. in moments when you are unable to get a full grasp of reality, you allow yourself back to the sense of familiarity – the one that once had him present.

seeing your past in the eyes of someone who you only knew behind your screen is a weird sensation but when the days felt long, and the world felt cold, he somehow made that uneasiness you felt at the pit of your stomach feel like home.

you don't dare to reach out, you two have grown past that.

the occasional updates from mutual friends in passing was more than enough.

jungkook was all just a part of your past after all.

Pairing: Jealous!GOT7 x Reader

Genre: fluff…maybe a little angst, them being big babies, possessive behavior

Warning(s): none, they are a warning in and of themselves

제이비┃JAY B

Jaebum gets jealous more often than he'd like to admit. He trusts you and he knows how much you love him, but he gets very angry very quickly. Seeing someone capture your attention, someone trying to sway you, gets him hot in the face. He settles for leveling the person with a very bored deadpan as he approaches, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you away. Doesn't bother to address them, simply pulls you into him and carries on with his day. After the anger subsides, the shame takes over. He's stuck staring at the ground, mouth curled in a pout before you cup his face and litter him in affection. He doesn't like feeling insecure, to feel like he's doubting you but he can't help it. It's all made better with some warm words and loving kisses.

마크┃MARK TUAN

Mark is not a jealous man. He's confident in himself and your relationship, but he has his moments. He tries his best to keep his jealousy hidden as it's not an emotion he wishes to revel in. If someone approaches you and you seem to enjoy the conversation, he simply hovers behind you and stares. If you seem uncomfortable, however, he's approaching you both. He rests a hand at the small of your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple and calmly ending the conversation. You can always tell when he's upset. His voice gets tighter, sharper, and he's more affectionate following the interaction.

잭슨왕┃JACKSON WANG

He is incredibly protective. He hates the idea of people seeing you. Anything longer than a glance leaves an unsavory taste in his mouth. So when someone actually tries to talk to you it has him on edge. He's moving closer to your side, unabashedly curling around your waist and nuzzling at your neck, hovering over your shoulder. If you don't seem bothered by them, he stops at attempting to mentally burn a whole through their skull. If they actually try and touch you though or start making you uncomfortable, he's not afraid to hurt them—feels it's more than justified—no matter where you are. He gets very needy once you’re back home, draping himself over your lap and pushing his face into your hands. Makes you tell him how much you love him and refuses to move for an hour.

진영┃PARK JINYOUNG

He has a nonexistent tolerance for jealousy, it's always very clear when he gets jealous and quickly boils to the surface. He's not loud, never wants to scare you, and tries not to make a scene. He locks eyes with them over your shoulder, dark and daunting, and makes his intentions very clear. Fuck off. If they're persistent, he wraps a heavy arm around your waist and tugs your back against his chest or hovers over your shoulder and glares. Once they're gone, he gets softer. Subtly touches you: slipping his hand into yours and sitting close enough that your thighs brush.

영재┃CHOI YOUNGJAE

Sweet Youngjae doesn’t really get jealous. He trusts you and almost everyone around him, he understands that the feeling is irrational, you love him and he loves you. If anyone was ever successful in getting him to that point, he would hate the feeling and tries his best to work through it without you noticing. If the person is making you obviously uncomfortable, however, he tries to end the interaction as quickly as possible, firmly introduces himself as your boyfriend. He’ll hide his anger behind a sunny expression, pulling you away from them. His easy smile and soft affection is back the moment you're both alone.

뱀뱀┃BAMBAM

He gets jealous pretty easily, no matter if it's a stranger off the street or a friend you've known for years. Like, he would be unable to hide the fact. He’s very transparent, may get confrontational, and you can just always tell whenever he gets jealous. His smile gets a little darker, jaw clenched tightly and his eyes flashing. He always waits until he feels like a line has been crossed. If they reach a hand to touch you or say something that has you recoiling, he slides his hands over your hips, nosing at your cheek, mumbling a quiet, "you okay, baby?" And takes a little too much pride in the look on the person's face when they shuffle away.

유겸┃KIM YUGYEOM

Gyeomie doesn't usually get jealous easily, mostly because he's too enamored with staring at you to notice anyone else looking, so they have to be pretty shameless for him to notice. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, even if it's only a little, so the moment he does notice, he's removing you from the situation. He has no shame about it either, doesn't even try to hide his intentions when he walks over. He will pick you up and carry you off without so much as a word. He gets really clingy afterwards, whining about you not paying enough attention to him and pressing himself against you, curling over your shoulders.

Pairing: BLACKPINK x Reader

Genre: fluff, mentions of possessive behavior (not detailed)

Warning(s): sprinkle of suggestive for good measure

GIRLFRIEND! JISOO honestly, didn't even know the both of you were dating at first, she didn't want to disrespect your boundaries but once you called her your girlfriend she almost melted on the spot, the thought of being your s/o made her skin tingle with electric shocks that were so fucking addicting. She’s the type of girlfriend to write you cute little letters just because and makes sure to kiss it but not before applying her famous lipstick that you love so much on her. She wouldn‘t admit it but she can be quite a tease sometimes, occasionally scribbling down some lewd things on what she wants you to do to her later that day.

GIRLFRIEND! JENNIE who can become a bit possessive at times, the way she's getting mad for no reason and that cute little pout on her lips in the process, you could kiss her on the spot, (which you sometimes do). But you reassure her that you won't ever leave her side, you're hers and she's yours and nothing will change that. She may become extra clingy around you, and is very open about her feelings so she expects the same of you as well. Nini just really wants this to work between the both of you, you just mean so much to her already <3!

GIRLFRIEND! ROSÉ is very into spoiling too, loves buying you small gifts here and there. She will prepare something special and meaningful every single anniversary. In all honesty though, since you know she's very creative, it'll never be the same thing and will always have its own tone every anniversary. She's passionate about those things so make sure to support her because Chaeyoung herself will make sure to support your dreams as well, it's only natural in a relationship in her eyes!

GIRLFRIEND! LISA is very playful about it, always teasing you — with her hand only slightly above where you needed it the most — and sometimes placing lazy smooches around your wrist if she wants your attention a little bit more. Give her attention she deserves it!! She doesn't want to share you with the other members, you're hers after all. Lala is also very much into PDA, she just loves to casually hold your hand while the both of you walk. Your relationship with her can become quite emotional as well. She’ll accept everything you have, whether it’s your good and bad sides, but she expects the same from you.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x (F) Reader

Genre: friends with benefits

Warning(s): 18+ MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, oral, dom!taehyung

"I can always sleep on the couch."

Taehyung’s pink lips slur out the most obvious solution to your current predicament. The evening sun that had once decorated the small apartment with its golden light had now leaked a mystically romantic moonlight.

Combined with the empty beer bottles littered across the kitchen counter, you were careful about your words that would follow.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but there is no couch."

With you sat on the counter, you watched Taehyung’s curious eyes scan over the empty room. You were still settling in after paying the first rent towards your new apartment, which meant that the place had not been entirely furnished as of yet.

You could feel Taehyung’s hot breath on your shoulder when he tipsily chuckled at himself for being so oblivious to his surroundings. He stood in close proximity at your side, leaning against the counter with his hand close to dangerous territories.