Masterlist Volume 2

Masterlist Volume 2

Status: Working on things.

Latest Update: 07/09/23

Total Works: TBD

Requests: Open

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--Special notes about requests: I will not write about--:

*abuse (domestic, mental..etc)

*child abuse

*incest (true, blood related type stuff!)

*rape

Requests should include the member desired, and a few kinks/things you want to have happen. If you have a specific story idea, I will do my best.

I'm not good at Mafia or Historical pieces, so those are generally avoided.

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**Note: Updates are done as I post a work (usually). **

**A bit about my 'style':

-I don't really have a set genre. I write a lot of PwP with softness, humor, angst and slow burn. Occasionally it's scary or tense.

-I go with my mood. I don't have a writing schedule or deadline.

-I don't aim for practicality or realism in a story. It's about escape. It's fantasy and not reality. I don't pretend to know the tastes, personalities or preferences of every member.

-The stories will have events, actions, plot concepts or characters not everyone will like. There's flaws, bad behaviors, inconsistencies and nonsense.

My writing isn't for everyone and I don't expect all readers to love, or even like it.

If you don't, please feel free to move on and not read further. Reader preference is very subjective.

I don't like to limit myself but I also don't expect anyone to stick around if they're bothered by something. The world of fan fiction is vast and provides many options.

I'm not looking for criticism or constructive feedback but I am grateful for every reader. I'm fully aware my work has issues (potholes, problems, inconsistencies and stuff that doesn't 'make sense'). I don't ask to be notified about every incidence.

There are many, MANY authors and works. If you took the time to read my stuff, I do appreciate that. If you liked it and took the time to tell me, give a like, or reblog? I'm also beyond grateful.

I'm shy and friendly, but a sensitive soul. I'm here to share and that's all. If you're here in this space for a while and you enjoy yourself? I love that, and thank you for stopping in. ❤️

Masterlist Vol 1

Namjoon

Oneshots/Drabbles

2 Plus 1

Baby Me

Busy Body Pt. 2

Comfortable

Depth (Of You)

Fine

Flex

Hung Up

Independent Study

Kid Gloves

Knotty

Know Your Role

Night Moves

Play With Me

Privacy

Ripple

Salve

Surprise Me

Time Flies

The Trouble With Two

Three's A Crowd (Busy Body Pt. 3)

What We Want (Is The Same)

You Don't Know Me

Asks

Angry Bang

Asking For It

Big Boy

Blurry

Catching Feelings

Do It For Me

Grad Party

Indulge Me

Know It All

Made Up

No Contest

Nothing Like You

Pain Killer

Repeat After Me

Shift

Sorbet

Through The Wringer

Unravel Me

Series

Just A Bite: Chapter 1

Jimin

Oneshots/Drabbles

The Trouble With Two

Asks

In A Pinch

No Contest

Series

Taehyung

Oneshots/Drabbles

Smash

Can't Help Myself

Asks

Do It For Me

You and Tae In The Recording Booth (in front of Jimin)

Series

Yoongi

Oneshots/Drabbles

2 Plus 1

All Roads Lead To You

Busy Body Pt. 2

Company

Downtime

Nerve

Never Have I Ever...

Pay To Play

Ripple

Second Chance

Supply and Demand

Three's A Crowd (Busy Body Pt. 3)

Wild Mood Swing

You Think You Know Someone

Asks

Through The Wringer

Series

Seokjin

Oneshots/Drabbles

Ego

Get A Grip

Play With Me

Red Rump

Asks

Love Language

Professor Jin Punishes You

Series

Hoseok

Oneshots/Drabbles

Quicksilver

You Don't Know Me

Just My Type

Asks

Series

Jungkook

Oneshots/Drabbles

Adore Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Boo

Impress You

Insatiable

Snow Blow(ies)

Woah

You Think You Know Someone

Asks

Angry Bang

Asking For It

Feel It Out

Pain Killer

Series

The Roommate Jungkook:

Outage

Juice

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I need more Taehyung fics on here😭

hi there~ this might be random but what are your thoughts on dry humping sunwoo? idk if you've ever written about it but i think the idea is so hot 🥵 he'd totally be a mess and get all handsy (and even whiny) trying to control the situation but losing it in the end...

Oh he'd definitely be the type to go handsy on you

Just imagine sunwoo being the type on a first date who's willing to go all the way but you don't roll like that so instead you guys just intensely makeout on his couch.

He tries his best to control where his hands go but when you're rolling your hips like that, your core deliciously grinding against his painful hard on he does nothing but whine like a virgin

"Baby, please. Take it easy..." But the moment he says that you grind on him faster and he's losing it. He really wants to grab all your sensitive parts but he doesn't wanna fuck it up and break anything he promised you tonight but you decide to get a lil cheeky and just try to tempt him even further by removing your shirt and revealing your lace covered breasts

you push him down, his back lying against the couch while you continue to quicken the pace of your hips rolling, your hands on each side of his head balancing you while your chest is literally all up in his face. He can feel his incoming

"fuck- please let me touch you" he begs.

"cmon sunwoo, you can hold it a little longer cant you?" you tease.

"pleaaaasseeeee" he whines this time, desperate to feel your soft skin in his hands and on his mouth. His mind going dizzy at the thought of littering you with his marks. If this keeps going any longer he might just cum in his pants.

"fine, but no sex got it?" You look down at him with a "stern" look. The moment you give him the green light, he wraps his arms around your torso and flips you both, your body under his now.

He immediately goes straight to kissing the exposed skin on your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down to latch onto your perked nipple, making you gasp and instantly grab his hair, you body slowly giving into his actions. Releasing your nipple with a pop he looks at you with a mischievous grin,

"I'll try my best, but can't make any promises 😏"

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(A/N: hi omg to the anon that sent this over months ago I am SO sorry I never got to answering this. No it didn't get lost I just really wanted to save this and turn it into a full fic but the inspiration was so dead at the time please forgive me 🥺 I still wanna give this idea a longer fic if you're still around huhu hope you still enjoy this very short piece!)

Claimed (m) | JJK

He promised that he is going to fuck you hard so you won't be able to walk after that. You took that lightly but the thing is, Jungkook never breaks his promises.

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff, est.rel

W/c: 6k

Warnings: Porn☠️, "I will burn down this world for you" energy JK, rough s*x, angry s'x, dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, using of rope and tape, punishment, he makes you orgasm while driving☠️, overstimulation, reader is stubborn, chasing, clit biting, licking, spanking like for once, oral (f. receiving), Jungkook has bigd'ck energy and also has it, also he is over possessive and protective towards reader, crying out from pleasure and some creepy old man, UNEDITED.

Listen to heaven by Julia, animals by Maroon 5...

A/n: someone request a similar one to this a long time ago and now it's here. I'm still in semi-hiatus but wanted to post something so here it is!

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“So, want me to show you some good time?” he said quite literally hovering over you as he planted his both arms each side of yours.

You were enjoying your drink in silence a few minutes ago, not literally silence though. You’re at J-hope’s listening party Jack in the box. You knew you were going to be invited to the party even though it was limited to only famous artists in the entertainment industry. Talented singers, rappers and even actors were invited.

You on the other hand, played a very much important role in helping Hoseok making this album. You were one of the composers in the production team. You’ve been working for big-hit entertainment, especially for BTS, so you’ve become quite familiar with their group.

So, now you’re standing here, in a black button-up coat dress paired with black ankle length lace up pump heel, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, cleavage peeking out from the short dress hugging every curve of your body perfectly, giving it a subtle seductive look while leaving plenty of room for their imagination, a silver chain dangling from your neck.

You swirl the glass of wine in your hand, staring out from the huge glass window. The city lights sparking in the darkness of the night, alluring you in it’s hazardous beauty, you keep you eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city in front of you distracting yourself from the loud beating music coming from behind you.

You were simply minding your own business until you felt a hand on your back. You immediately flinch and jumped away from the wandering hand only then you came face to face with the intruder of your peaceful time.

“My apologies, for making you scared, Miss ___,” he raised an eyebrow tauntingly at you, lopsided grin on his face and the only thing you can think of, is how vulgar he is looking.

He is one of the sponsors, a billionaire businesses man in his 40s, old enough for you but the way his eyes scan your body like a hungry creature, made you feel like you’re naked, made you feel sick to your stomach. Fucking gross!

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” you shrug the uneasiness and tried to act normal. He chew on his bottom lip as he said “I must say, you’re looking hot. A girl as beautiful as you standing here alone! Not fair!”

Seriously? He is staring at you like he can devour you with his eyes alone at any time now. You felt filthy under his preying eyes. You want nothing but to run into your boyfriend’s arm and let him hold you. But you can’t do that, not in front of People.

Jungkook loves you, cares for you and he never back down from showing it to you but he is also a celebrity and it is not a very wise decision to show his affection in front of dozen of people let alone announcing his relationship with you, even though he wanted to.

He did suggested that you both should make it official to the whole world and call it out. He wasn’t afraid of showing his love for you to the entire world but you knew it wouldn’t end up well. He is in the peak of his career and announcing he is taken now would people lash out in a very negative way and also when his company isn’t very fond of the idea, you both dropped it. So, now you can’t even go to him for help.

“There’s so much crowd down there so I came here. I’m fine really, don’t worry,” you pull your lips into a straight line, trying to smile but the growing uneasiness evident in your body language.

“Oh honey! I’m sure you’re feeling bored alone here, don’t you? Come on, let me show you some good time,” he leaned towards you and his hand shot up directly on your ass. You got startled by the sudden move from his side. Anger seeping from your eyes as you hardened your gaze, glaring at him hard and just when you were about to yank his hand away from you, Jungkook stepped in and grabbed his hand, pulled him away from you.

He stumbled at the force but Jungkook hold him by his arm, preventing him from landing straight on his ass “can’t you see how uncomfortable she is? And who the fuck gave you permission to touch her?” Jungkook seethes at him as his body consumes with anger, you can see the muscles of his body tensing up beneath his black t-shirt.

That old geezer tried to wiggle out from his grip but miserably failed, Jungkook still hold him with a death grip on his arm. “Oh! Is she your girlfriend? Or a new play toy? Possessive enough, baby boy? How about the media comes to know about this secret affair of yours? Huh?” he tauntingly said that to Jungkook, laughing at his face.

But Jungkook was having none of it, he push him on the floor and he dropped on his ass, groaning like a little child in pain. Jungkook hovered over him, his eyes throwing daggers in his way “And how about your dirty little secrets made it to the headlines of tomorrow’s news? You’d like that huh? Sinclair?”

He eyes goes wide with shock and fear as he shallow the lump in his throat, trying to grasp the fact that Jungkook knew about him. “I’ll fucking destroy you, YOU GET THAT? And that little bitch-,“

He doesn’t take that anymore as he plunge his boot covered feet straight on his face, knocking his air out of his lungs and blood covered his mouth. “I fucking dare you to say that! I fucking dare you to complete that sentence! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO CALL HER THAT AGAIN!,” he screamed at him but before he can land another kick on his weak body, you grab him by his hand and pulled him out of there. You don’t want any scene here so you left. “Jungkook, let’s go,”

You force him to walk behind you through the crowd, people glancing at you with confusion on their face. You spot Hoseok and quickly bid your goodbye as you make it to the car.

Jungkook didn’t resist, let you pull him out of the party as you both settled in his car. You were breathing hard so as Jungkook. You didn’t know what just happened or what was about to happen. You heart was beating so fast that you can feel it in your throat. Then without another word, he started the engine, pulling his car out of the parking lot, heading towards his house.

When the silence became too much, you spoke “Jungkook, what will happen now? I-I mean he is influential, what if he-,“ you whispered those words out of your mouth as your eyes got watery.

“Are you saying that I should sit back and watch him touching what’s mine? Kept my mouth shut as he assault my girlfriend? Let that fucking sick bastard grab your ass!?,”

You teared up this time as you let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears at bay “No, i-I –,” your voice cracked and you cringe at that.

“Spread you legs ____,”

You eyes shot up to his face at his demanding tone. You’re confused to why is he saying that? He can’t be serious!

“____ don’t make me repeat myself. SPREAD.YOUR.FUCKING.LEGS,” he growled as he ordered you. Warmth spread through your cheeks as you shallow the lump in your throat. Then slowly spreading your legs as he demanded from you. Trying to steady your breath as you open your legs as wide as possible.

There are people on the street but you don’t think they’ll be able to see what’s going on inside of the car since it’s moving but that’s the thing. Jungkook is fucking driving and why the fuck he wants you to spread your legs? The thrill of the moment already turning you on and making a pool of arousal coming out of you.

He grabbed your black thong in an instant, pulling on it harshly as it shred to the pieces and making you sit closer to him. You let out a whimper at his harshness.

He didn’t divert his eyes from the road, solely forcing on it but his hand travel towards you pussy as he land a harsh slap on it.

The friction makes you moan out his name and you arch your back, making you dress hike up to your hips. Your glistening pussy is now clearly visible to his eyes.

Without wasting time, he slides his finger over your clit sliding them down then plunging them inside of you “You’re fucking dripping. It turns you on seeing me like that, didn’t it?,” he asked through gritted teeth.

Your mind was spinning so hard that you can’t even focus whatever he was saying. After gathering your arousal, he slide them up to your clit and started massaging it in a circular motion and you arch your back more. The feel of his finger so good on your pussy. You throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

He kept circling it nice and slow, pinching it occasionally making you whimper “Gonna remind you how good my cock makes you feel, baby,” he growl through gritted teeth, lust dripping from them.

You moan out his name when he hit that particular spot and his pace sped up “Fuck, oh God, Yes!,”

He kept abusing your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you bend your legs and bring them up to the seat, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Fuck, ____, I’m going to rip that pussy apart- just you wait,” his jaw clenches so hard that you thought it was going to break then he sped up the speed of the car, overtaking the car in front of you.

You gasped when you saw how fast he was driving, panicking as your breath got hitched, your eyes goes wide but Jungkook’s hand only fasten on your pussy, rubbing it fast and hard.

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you’re gasping for air. The thrill and the fear making everything more intense, knowing that it might lead to a accident but still can’t able to stop him from touching you.

You can let him do anything he wants with you.

The knot in your stomach was ready to explode in any second then he slide his finger down and put them in, you clench around his finger as he pump them in and out.

“Ah- Jungkook!,” your eyes rolls back and you arch your back, your hand goes to your covered tits, kneading it. Your thighs started shaking, every muscle in your body tenses. He glances at your direction for a mili-seconds and nearly loses his control.

Your legs were spread apart, your hand fondling your tits as your hips push into his hand grinding on it. Fuck!

He quickly calm his composure, reminding himself that he is still driving.

His fingers again goes back to your clit, rubbing it in a faster pace and you cry out from the intensity of it, you clench around nothing as you grind on his fingers, riding it. Your orgasm break through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips automatically goes up. Jungkook kept rubbing you as he curse under his breath.

“Oh, fuck! Ah, Jungkook!,” you moan as you ride his fingers, Your vision got blurred as you try to stable your breath but then a loud horn piercing your ears, you shot your eyes forward at the direction of the noise as you see a car coming at your direction and just as you thought it’s going to crush with your car Jungkook turn the car at the other direction, avoiding the accident. The car goes unbalanced for a second but he managed it soon.

Your eyes were going to came out of your socket, you suck in your breath as you tried to grasp the fact that you were so close to death. Your heart was racing, you were terrified.

Then the car came to a halt means you’ve reached home. You hurriedly loose the seat belt as you ready yourself to jump out of the car. You can sense Jungkook fuming with rage beside you and you’re afraid what’s his next move going to be.

Not only it makes you feel excited, you wanted to see how far you can push him. He likes it when you run away from him and you likes it when he chases after you.

Before you step out the car, you glances over Jungkook and seeing him sucking and licking his finger cleaning your essence from them while looking at you intensely. You gulp at the scenario.

“You can run if you want but, if I catch you I’ll make it sure that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he warned you with a low voice but you’re already spinning out of the car and running towards his house.

The mansion he has built is huge, you still couldn’t find out the purpose behind it. You run for the front door, leaving it open you fled towards the room you and Jungkook shares which is on the second floor.

This time you locked the door behind you as you stay still in the darkness, doesn’t bother to switch on any of the lights. Your senses heightens with time as you hear some footsteps coming from the outside, heart beating so fast you felt it in your throat.

You quickly dodge the bed, hiding behind it as you wait for further movements. You heard the door lock clicking and you thought how stupid you’re to lock it behind, of course he would know!

But it’s not that bad, you want him to find you. Sometimes stupid decisions leads to blissful results.

The door opened and you heard clicking of the boots on the marble floor. Your heart sunk in your ribcage, swelling with excitement, you know you’re soaking wet.

“____, come out now then maybe I’ll show you some mercy,” he growl, his voice becoming close with every minute. You tried to calm your senses and slow down your breathing but it was no use. You are quite literally panting at this point.

“I can hear your breathing, I know you’re here baby, I know,” a deep chuckle come out from his mouth and you wouldn’t dare to move. You just stilled on your spot, waiting.

Then suddenly a hand pulled you out of your hideaway, tugging your hands as you land on his hard chest, gasping for air. You see him smile wickedly at you before throwing you on the bed, you groan from the force.

He kneels on the bed, hovering over your body as he tore your dress along with your bra, leaving you bare under him. Devouring your body with his hungry eyes he grab both of your arms, then you feel something rough gliding around each of them. Your breath lodges in your throat when you come to the realization of what he was doing. Before you can cry out, he taped your mouth shut.

You come to the realization that your arms are above tied to the headboard with thick rope, completely naked when he is still fully clothed. You can’t move, you struggle against that but it goes into vain.

His thick thighs trapped you into a firm hold, his hooded eyes piercing through your soul.

“What did I told you, baby?,” his asks, his deep voice barely above a whisper, you panicked under his gaze and his threat.

You did remember what he told you.

He plant his hands on your hips and roughly pins then to the bed. Electric shocks travels from his body to yours, the feeling making you tremble beneath his calloused hands.

You squirms under him, tugging at the rope but only succeed in rubbing the raw skin. You don’t want to be tied, you want to touch him.

You scream with frustration, attempting to free yourself. He laughs at your attempts, the rich sound of his amusement burn your skin.

You still, huffing and puffing against the tape, your hair is disarray with several tendrils scattered across your face and constructing his view.

Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of your face, tenderness in his touch.

“Fascinating that you have yet to learn after so many years, I always keep my promises,” then he smiles at you viciously.

You shout under the tape, they’re muffled. Your frustration reach it’s peak when you see he is indeed not going to let you free. A muffled “Fuck, you!,” come out of your mouth.

He grabs your face in his hands roughly, brings his face down into yours. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over you.

“keep pissing me off, baby. I do enjoy giving you pain. It’s music to my ear,” you struggle against him, muffled curses spilling from your taped mouth.

And then he chuckles again. “you’ve been a bad girl baby, so I’ve to show you what happens to bad girls,”

Sweat pricks at you hairline and trails down your back. You’re panicking and shaking with fear but the thrill kept you on edge.

Your nipples are tighten into hard peaks. “you’re absolutely mesmerizing, and I’ll be damned if I let any other man have a view of your beauty,”

You are growing frustrated and needy with every second but this asshole doesn’t seem to bother about it.

“Fuck. Off,” you growl again.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells you, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.

Your fight renews, kicking at him and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves down your legs.

You growl deep in your chest and use both legs putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of your feet before you can push him away.

Dammit, you just want to you touch him.

Quickly he works his hands around both ankles, pinning your knees to the bed as he bares your pussy.

You feel rage and helplessness flooding through your body. You scream beneath the tape as his eyes eat up the expenses of your center. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to give in.

The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much. He inhales sharply “Fuck, you smell just like always, so fucking sweet.”

He leans and places a gentle kiss on your pelvic bone and you arch your back. Pushing your body into his face further. You’re panting harshly through your nose, imitating a pissed off bull.

You’re the one who instigated him–pushed him when he warned what would happen. Now you’ve to face the consequences.

Another soft kiss, an inch above your clit. You can’t stop the whimper that releases from your mouth, muffled.

He heard it loud and clear which makes him smile against your skin. You shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive area. Your knees jerk inwards, another useless attempt to close your legs.

Then you feel a stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scraps against your mound. You scream from the sensation, hot and bothered. Your pussy is still sensitive from the previous orgasm as you thrash against the feeling only for your body to jerk right back into his mouth.

You gasp, feeling far more than his teeth this time. His tongue slides against your clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes you. Uncontrollably, your eyes roll and your head kicks back as the most delicious feeling evolves you.

“Fuck,” he growls against you, the vibration forcing you to suck in a deep breath. “you’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of your throbbing pussy from his words and the attention he’s giving you. You can smell your own arousal, feeling the juices sliding down your asscheeks.

You shake from the intensity as he licks the entirety of your slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to bundle of nerves before he sucks your clit between his teeth and clamp down.

You scream from both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across your clit but not hand enough to truly hurt you. He pulls his head away slowly, your clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud. You try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind your knees and forcefully push them back to your ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as you thrash against your bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, you’re far more exposed and vulnerable to him. Whimper coming out of your mouth as you tried to convince him in untie your hands but he was taking none of it.

But just as it always does, the thrill of danger and restriction sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to your core.

He has your body curled so far inward, your ass is no longer on the bed. As if you wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you feel your arousal sliding down your stomach. He growls, noting the desire flooding from your entrance. you can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body. He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to your pussy and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

You jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at your bud. He doesn’t lick you again, refusing to use his tongue against you—only his teeth. Asshole.

Every time you move, he clamps harder. So you force yourself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from your clit. you squeal from the sting, screaming muffled curses at him through the tape. And just when it becomes too much, he lets go. You pant through the relief and the lingering pain, you clit throbbing and sore.

But he doesn’t allow you to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of you, curling to hit that sweet spot. Your hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of you. A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.

“Did that hurt?” he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of you, juices collecting in the palm of his hand.

Yes, you fucking asshole!

Now that one of your legs is free, you’re tempted to drive your foot into his face. But the reminder of that bite keeps your legs still. So you just fume silently, glaring holes into him. The anger feels like it’s burning you from the inside out.

He hums, disappointed by your silence. Leaning down, he captures the abused nub between his teeth, sucking in but keeping his bite minimal. Combined with his finger curling up to hit that spot, you can no longer breathe. Pleasure seizing all of your senses. You know you’re close.

Gently, he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Over and over until it drives you mad with both the need for more and the need to kick him.

“Remember this, baby,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that the more you show stubbornness, the more it’ll cause you pain.” Another sharp nip. Your hips jerk away, but the action is futile. “How about I slide my tongue inside of this sweet little pussy – or my cock – I bet you’d love that, hmm?”

you know what he is doing, he want you to give in – beg for him but you aren’t going to give it that easily, not yet.

You fight against the part of you that wants to beg for more. A part that has found a voice and is trying to break free. Take over and give in to this man so you both can find relief. you thrash against it, entering a silent battlefield and trying to hold back as much as you can.

But then he withdraws his finger to the very tip, swiping his finger along your entrance, and when he sinks back inside you, he adds two more fingers. your eyes roll as he stretches you, caressing that sweet spot over and over while his teeth bite into your clit anew.

The side of you wins while you watch helplessly as your body renews its struggle. But this time, you’re shamefully grinding yourself against him, no longer restraining yourself. He’s not giving you what you body has begun to crave— to need—in order to assuage the pleasure building deep in your belly. He continues to scour your clit with his teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give you his tongue.

“Asshole! Untie. My. Hands!” you screech against the tape. The answering smile against your pussy is evident that he heard you. Giving into the anger, you kick your leg out with unrestrained force. He dodges the kick by a mere inch. A feral growl tears from his chest, and he pushes your knee back down with bruising force. The sound wasn’t of desire like before—but anger. And you cant deny the fact that how sexy that growl was Or how hard your pussy pulsed in response.

But – you’re not going to confess that.

He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, you’ll have handprints on the underside of your thighs. “What did you learn, baby?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto your clit. you growl, another frustrated tear leaking down your temple and into your hairline.

“ To not being a stubborn brat, right?” ” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before you can get any satisfaction from it. You shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from your mouth. You curse against the flaring pain in your face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear you.

“You fucking asshole –“ your tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to your clit.

“Try again.” You heave, trying to calm yourself down but failing.

“Probably,” you grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark. He nips at you again, but this one lighter and more playful.

“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?” you clamp your mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid question. You understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.

In response to your nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you bereft. But before you can complain, he licks you again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. Your eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from your throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase your spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up your cunt. You arch your back, growling from how easily your body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.

But just as you start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops. “Do. you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.

A frustrated sob works its way up your throat, but you swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before you feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on your tongue. “Loud and clear, baby boy.”

A dark chuckle skitters across your core, and you’re ashamed of how your body responds. your ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs. His tongue dives into your pussy, licking inside of you with ravenous strokes.

A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.

The pressure builds as he finally does what you’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of your pussy. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now you regret the tape ever leaving your mouth. Because you don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to you, but you can’t seem to contain yourself either.

You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as your body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside you just as you do, and the bliss is catastrophic. you no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do you stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

He can die by drowning in your pussy.

“Beg for it.” He says from between your thighs, sending vibration through out your core. This time you didn’t hesitate, you beg for it.

“Please, Jungkook, let me come,” he growl at your desperation.

Moans wrack from your throat, and you feel his answering groan. His hands clutch your thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at your throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than your body can handle.

He rips his mouth away and crawls up your body while continuing to fuck you with his fingers. You’re still delirious, your mouth still parted as you continue to moan. So, when he pinches your cheeks, holding your mouth open, you hardly care. His fingers feel too good.

His mouth skates over your lips once before you watch a trail of saliva drip from his mouth into yours “Swallow your juices,” he rasps. And you do. your throat works as the unique taste blooms across your tongue. He growls deep in his chest before he crushes his lips to yours.

His tongue dives into your mouth, swirling with your own. Both of your tongue crashes with each other, then dragging your bottom lip with his teeth, you can feel the cold metal on his lips, that fucking piercing of his. You trap it in between your teeth and pull into it, dragging it further and slowly letting it go.

Time ceases to exist as he kisses you until your lips are bruised, At one point, he withdrew his fingers and cupped your face with his hands almost sweetly. A stark contrast to how he was abusing your clit just a second ago.

Your whole body is shacking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you saw him untying your hand and as soon as he did, your upper body go limp as you fall back on the bed. You let your eye close to give yourself some time and catch your breath which you desperately needs, but before you can have it, you’re already on your stomach. You realize Jungkook flips you as he holds your hands above your head this time with his own hands.

Then he is yanking your head back, Tears prick your eyes from the force of him holding your hair. Burning, just like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes.

“You sound so sweet when you beg for me,”

“Fuck off,” you don’t know why you’re being so much rebellious but if this is how it turns out to be, you don’t mind. A harsh slap lands on your asscheeck, leaving a burning sensation behind.

“Keep up the bad girl act and I’ll fuck so hard you’ll feel me between your legs for the rest of your life, if not you already do.” He hisses in your ears, then biting on it.

His hand slides up to your neck, tightening his hold around it as your vision get blur from the lack of oxygen. He slams his cock inside you, knocking your breath out. You don't even know when he got rid of his pants or boxers. The force makes you jerk forward as his balls slapping against the sensitive nub. You choke on your words, this angle allowing him in far deeper. you arch your back and dig your nails into the mattress, clawing at the bedsheet as he relentlessly pounds into you.

He grabs your hair and snaps your head back to the side roughly as his lips comes to your mouth dangerously close, his lips brushing against yours “You want to come all over my cock, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, ____.”

You clench around him when you hear your full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “I’m your good little girl,” you breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. He molds his front to your back, spearing through your tightening pussy. The hand on your neck squeezes it tightly while his other palm splays across your flat stomach, reaching your throbbing clit.

You cry out from the intensity as his image blurs and your eyes rolls and the tsunami wave finally crashes through you. You scream so loud, moaning as Jungkook's name spills from your lips on a neurotic chant as your entire world combusts into tiny pieces.

“Tell me baby, who this pussy belongs to?” he asks while keep slamming into you, help you riding out your orgasm.

“You – oh fuck!” your head spins around as tears slipping from your eyes uncontrollably.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Jungkook grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into you one last time, filling you with his seed until you can no longer fit anymore inside of you.

you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs, as you’re left panting and breathless under him. your body convulses from the aftershocks, even after you come down from the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Jungkook flips on the other side and you crashed on the bed, no longer able to hold your body. He then slips his hands around your waist, pull you on his chest and held you tight. You felt the warmth radiating from his body.

After some minute of silence, you speak “I didn’t mean that, I-I was just worried when he said that. I-I –“ your voice is raspy from all the screaming.

“Baby, I’ll always protect you, will always be there for you even if the world goes against you. If it’s you vs. the world, I’ll choose you and if it’s us vs. the world, I’ll gladly watch the world burn down to the ashes as long as you’re with me.” A new pair of tears come back to your eyes as you feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll chase you even in your after life, in heaven or hell, I’ll go wherever you’ll be.” If you wasn’t exhausted and fucking emotional. You sure would cringe from those words but now, it makes you feel happy, makes you feel …. Whole.

You plant a kiss on the side of your forehead as he scramble through the sheet and stand on the floor.

“Come on, Let’s take a shower,” as he walks towards the bathroom, his ass perfectly visible for your eyes to droll over them but you’re sick tired to do so.

But when you tried to do the same, you felt a sharp pain eating every part of your body – especially your legs – they felt like jelly. You land on your ass on the bed, hisses from the pain as a whimper tear through your mouth and Jungkook laughs at that.

Asshole!

“I told you baby, I keep my promises.” You glare at him hard as he ignore your murderous stare, lifts you up as he walk towards the bathroom.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?” he looks at you with all the love in the world and you melt under his gaze.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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tomorrow is tomorrow \ myg

tldr. today is the last day that min yoongi will be able to love you in a way that you can feel.

pairing. yoongi x f.reader.

genre. angst. nothing else. m'srry.

warnings. 18+ major character death.

word count. 1.2k

You were always telling him ‘tomorrow is tomorrow’. If he asked what it meant, you would reason it meant you never wanted him to lose hope in the present by worrying about what comes next. His feet were already planted in ‘today’ so that’s where he should set his sights. After some time, he reasons it means you were a fighter through and through.

“I think today…yes, today.” Your voice is distant, far away, as if you’re already witnessing the end. Your voice, though fragile and weak, was resolute. But still, a soft smile tugged at you. “Today?” He squeaks, fearful and unprepared. “Maybe you’re just tired, angel. Don’t be so morose.” “Honey,” you look at him. “I feel the weakest I’ve ever felt. And I don’t want it to surprise you. I don’t want you to deny this, leave it, and regret it tomorrow. Please listen. Please trust me. I…don’t have any more time.”

“But…I…” I need more time. I’m not ready.

You stop him. “I’m happy the children came to see me all-together. It was such a beautiful sight.”

Panicky with tears pricking at his eyes he questions, “Do you regret it?” “Never. I’ll never regret you. You’re the love of my life. I’m honored to have spent this lifetime with you.” 

Your smile is full, likely the last one he’ll ever see on your beautiful face. His eyes savor the sight. No words, only staring until it fades. Your eyes look so heavy, so full of an ache for sleep. Today. Yes, today. No more tomorrows. His heart is sinking into the depths of despair, evading acceptance at all costs. He’s not ready. He hasn’t loved you enough yet. It was supposed to be forever. He needs more time, but as he watches your hands tremble just to lift ever so lightly to graze his resting fingers, he knows time is the only thing you both no longer have.

He offers you one, final declaration of love. “I don’t regret a single moment. I love everything we experienced. I will forever. Everything we built. You’re my big love of a lifetime. I’ll carry you forever. Until I’m with you. I’m so happy I got to have you, to hold you, and create all of this with you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. There’s never gonna be enough times I can say it for it to express how much I do. I wish I could do it all over and relive it with you one more time. I’ll miss you so, so much.” His voice is frantic, loving words tumbling from quivering lips as if the time he has left has already withered away into nothing right before him. “Good, I’m glad this has been good for you, too. So don’t live with any regrets. Promise me. You still have so much time. Go enjoy life. All the things we wanted to do, please do them. I’ll be with you. I’ll miss you, but I’ll never leave you. I’ll be waiting.” “Okay, I won’t.” You push. “Promise me.” “I won’t live with regrets. I promise. I’ll still do all the things we wanted to do that we didn’t have time to.”

You fall asleep smiling, and he counts the seconds between every inhale and every exhale, clinging to the notion ‘maybe not today? tomorrow is still tomorrow, after all.’

When you wake, you’re dissolving before his eyes and he can’t stop crying as he watches his hope for tomorrow shatter in an instant. Just like a casual blink of an eye, death is taking you from him. Your eyes will hardly open. Your touch is not so warm anymore. You try to reach for him, but you no longer have the strength to move your hands. He takes up the mantle of gathering your delicate hand and cradling it in his own. Your voice is raspy and weak, but still, you give your damndest all to question. “Was it…enough? All of this?” The thumping in his chest is getting louder in his ears, harder to ignore. He feels sick, dizzy, but he can’t fall apart. Not here. Not now. Not yet. 

“More than, angel. It was everything and more.” He promises you and he means it with every fiber of his existence that remains even though the biggest piece of him is leaving now and there won’t be too much left. “Good. I love you, Min Yoongi. I do. Tomorrow is tomorrow, so don’t worry too much right now…but I loved all of our yesterdays. All of them.” “I know. I love you so much. More than anything.” He’s trying so hard to hold in his sobs, but they’re still coming out as these small, squeaky wails and hard sniffs. “Ditto,” your voice is so tired. Tears stream from half-lidded eyes and you ask him for a final favor. “Will you keep hold of my hand?” Without hesitation, he does. He holds your hand until it falls limp in his own.

The day is bleak, eerily quiet. He couldn’t care if he tried.

His lips no longer have a tepid cheek to kiss. His fingers no longer have eager hands to grasp. His chest no longer holds the weight of a resting head as he wakes.

There’s so much nothingness and all of it is so quiet that it’s screaming to be filled. With what? A listless ghost, perhaps? The accumulation of memories that belong to these ever-peering walls and now-desolate halls anyway?

All he hears inside the silence is the absence of your breath, of your voice, of your movements. He always knew it was coming, but it still knocked the wind out of him and stole all the words from the base of his lungs.

In love by 21, alone by his late-30s.

There was still so much he wished you could have done together, but he promised you he wouldn’t live with regrets. He promised you it was enough. He got 17 amazing years with you, nearly 2 decades spent loving each other, nearly 2 decades worth of a life built together. It was enough. It was more than enough. It was everything to him. The home you both built. Your three, beautiful children who are all becoming such incredible individuals deserving of the pride you held for them, spirits as radiant and wonderful as the person who birthed them.

He’s so proud of the life you lived and the life you both lived together.

So he tries to shift his thoughts to all the things you managed to do together in such a short time you were given to love each other. There’s not a single moment he would change of it. Your youth. Your children. Your dreams that shot to life or were left abandoned in the dust for the sake of this love. All of the changes you both made, all of the sacrifices. Every single second of it was worth it. He would do it all over even if he knew this is how it would end. That…does make him smile. Eventually, maybe the aching in his chest will dull enough that he feels like speaking again. Right now, he just wants to remember. It feels like the first day of a much colder life, but he knows there are still so many things to do.

Maybe he can’t do them with you, but he’ll do them for you, because of you. Yes, this is the first day of his life without you. 

And he’ll live it well enough for you both. Until he can meet you again. But if anyone were to ask him about his time and how he felt about you until your dying breath, he would say it was a wonderful existence and he got his happily ever after.

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