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I am obsessed with tattoo hearts. Could you please add me to the tag list? I don't want to miss any updates.🫶🏼

I would absolutely love to, but you submitted this anonymously so I can’t see your @, you can message me if you’d like and I’ll be more than happy to add you to the tag list 🫶

Hiii!! Love you fic Tattooed heart so much that i can't wait for the next part! So please me to the taglist <3

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Hi.. I just wanted to know if you can add me to the tag list for tattoo heart. Thank you

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Tattooed Hearts VII

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VIII *** God, she was meant to be a quick fuck and leave. Why couldn’t I get her out of my mind? I need her…

It was stupid of me to get drunk, and even stupider that I went to her apartment. She didn’t want me there, but she looked so cute in her pjs, I couldn’t help staying. I wasn’t so drunk that I couldn’t move, how’d you think I got there? It was a good excuse, even if she didn’t know it, to get her to touch me again. Her touch was intoxicating, something my body craved, yearned for, but I fucked it up. Ever heard the saying ‘drunk words are sober thoughts?’ “M’missed you…you looked s-so good in that long thing you were wearing in the flower home…”; “Baby, I know what I’m saying…miss you…miss your pussy…miss your love…”; “So pretty…su..such a good girl…my baby…” Even if some thought are more vulgar than others, they’re still true. Showing up drunk probably proved her point of how reckless and selfish I am, but you don’t know how much I miss you. I couldn’t get you out of my head, your curves, your eyes, your laugh…I need you beside me.

Playing limp body was fun, I got to hold her leg, cuddle up to her and even kiss her a little. So I have to pretend to be drunk all the time? No, no, bad idea! You’re trying to prove to her that you need her and only her. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture of some kind, but it failed…miserably. What happened to me? Every time I see her now, talking with Eloise, laughing with V, something burns inside of me. It’s an emptiness that I can’t explain, eating me from the inside out. Using other women to try and fill the hole was a shitty idea, especially since she found me with one. I think I get somewhere with her, but then I fuck it up again. She kicked me out of her apartment, “Stop coming to me when you’re high.” That one sentence haunting my mind, making me lose sleep at night. I fucked it up so bad, I need to earn her trust again, I can’t breathe without her. She doesn’t know the things she does to me, making me spend hours in my office, fucking my hand imagining it was her. My blood boils every time I see her with V, she laughs at his jokes, he gave her juice. He gave her the juice I bought for her, waiting for her to come back! Of course I had to lie to the others, saying I mixed up the flavours, no way I was telling them about the girl I was pinning over that I was also waiting for to return. God, I was whipped…

You were hard to find. I had to dig through the fucking system at work to figure out how to contact you. I swear, I wasn’t trying to be a creep, I just knew you wouldn’t willingly give me your number! And I doubt Lindsay would give it to me either. You sounded so sweet over the phone…your voice was like honey, something I’d be willing to drown in if it came from you. Yeah, you hung up on me, but I got to talk to you for a little! I’d call that a win. Another win was when you took the bouquet…I knew you’d like them. You always told me how you loved secret stories behind things, even if I could T give them to you, I’m glad Eloise could. Building that bouquet was hard! I wanted to take all the flowers you liked, but that wasn’t allowed. If I had a dime for the amount of times Eloise slapped my hand and told me to express my emotions through the flowers instead of pick what was prettiest, I’d be a millionaire. All those flowers that were strategically placed to tell you a story were working. After work, I’d come in to ask Eloise if you’d stopped by, gladly listening to her as she told me about your sweet smile and laugh, the way your nose scrunched up when you found a new flower and wanted to know what it signified. All of this will be worth it in the long run. Seeing you at the bar alone, sipping your rum and coke made me smile. The drink you ordered the first time we met. Sitting down, I expected you to leave or to tell me to leave. But you didn’t. Sure, you put up a fight, telling me to spit out what I wanted, so you could be alone and drink in peace but I wasn’t expecting you to listen. “I want you,” it just slipped out. But it sent shockwaves through me when you spoke “If you want me…like genuinely want me, you have to beg for it.” I had never been one for begging, but if that’s what it takes to have you in my life, I will beg for hours and hours, days, weeks, months. I need you in my life.

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Me too !! I love the story a lot and also how quick you update 😭

Tysm💕

I’ve been having a lot of fun with it so I post one part and almost immediately start the next!

I’m loving your story Tattooed heart ❤️

Oh thank you so much! I went out on a limb here, so I’m glad you’re liking it❤️

Tattooed Hearts VI

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V *** “Please, god, leave me alone!” You shouted at Jungkook for what seemed to be for the hundredth time. “No, no! I want you to tell me! What did you mean when you mentioned ‘the other woman?’ What woman are you talking about? And why the hell do you care?” He yelled back, chasing after you down the sidewalk, people were definitely looking and probably judging. “Why can’t you drop it, Jungkook?! I was tired and I rambled, something you’re used to!” Yelling at him the other day when you weren’t thinking straight was definitely the wrong choice. Look at you now! You’re literally running away from him. “Because it’s not every day you hear the girl you slept with yell at you for sleeping with another woman!” You stopped, making him almost run into you. You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside, a deathly glare on your face. “Keep your damn voice down. I don’t need the whole of Main Street knowing we slept together, which might I add was a huge mistake!” Jungkook scoffed, leaning in close, “You begged for it, night after night. Not my fault you were drunk on my dick.” He spat back, not knowing how childish both of you were being. You groaned, wanting to strangle him right then and there. “Listen, I was sleep deprived and running off of coffee. I spoke out of line, so just forget it.” You walked off, being stopped when he grabbed your waist, pulling you in close. “Knowing you, you wouldn’t mention something if it wasn’t on your mind. So would you just fucking tell me what ‘other woman’ you’re talking about?” Jungkook kept a tight grip on your waist, not letting you budge. You sighed, feeling defeated you reluctantly told him. “The woman you fuck in the tattoo parlour. The one I walked in on you fucking in the break room. That woman.” He froze, tilting his head a little “Are you serious? God, you’re jealous of Cathy, Y/N? Holy crap, get a grip! And when the hell did you walk in on us?” His grip on you loosened, allowing you to pull away from him. “None of your business. Anyways, now you know, so please leave me the hell alone!” You began walking away again. Leaving Jungkook standing dumbfounded beside some bookstore. You got a mere five feet away before you were being grabbed again, “She’s not my girlfriend.” *** It had been three days since Jungkook told you that. But why had he told you that? Did he feel obligated to do so? Did he pity you? So many questions that would never be answered. Your phone rang, an unknown number appearing on the screen. You: Hello? Unkwn : Hey, I didn’t think you’d pick up. You: I’m sorry, what? I don’t even know you. Unkwn: Y/N, come on, I’m not that unforgettable. You paused, thinking for a moment…holy fucking Christ! You: Jungkook, how the hell do you have my number? JK: I’ve got my ways, I’m magic in other ways too, you know. You: I never thought you were magic before. JK: That’s a lie and you know it, the amount of time I’ve made you cum with my magical fin- You: Okay! Jesus, what do you want? JK: I want to talk, duh. You: Lies. Bye then. JK: No! Wait! Don’t hang up…please… You: Why shouldn’t I? JK: Because I want to talk to you. You: Well I don’t want to talk to you, so goodbye. You hung up the phone, throwing it beside you. What the hell was happening now? Why did he want to talk with you all of a sudden? You looked over to the bouquet that was still sitting on your counter, noticing something you hadn’t before. Signs of purple were poking out from the corners of the bouquet, making you stand up to see them closer. Taking out your phone, you took a picture of it, grabbing your jacket and running out your door. Hopefully Ms Eloise was in shop today. *** ”That would be a betony, darling. It symbolizes surprise…why do you ask?” Ms Eloise asked, handing you your phone back. You took your phone back, swallowing a lump in your throat, “I just noticed it in the bouquet…and it’s odd, the flowers somehow remind me of something…but I can’t figure out what.”

Ms Eloise smiled, grabbing your hand, “It’s okay to think about him, sweetheart. It’s understandable that you would.” She thought you were thinking of Jungkook…no, she knew you were thinking of him. Oh my god, you were thinking of him! After chatting for a while, you walked out of the flower shop, slowly making your way down Main Street, to your favourite bar. You sat down in a small booth, sipping your rum and coke. Dazed, you didn’t notice Jungkook who’d shown up a few minutes earlier. “You know, it’s rude to hang up on people.” He said as he sat across from you in the booth. Looking you up and down, seemingly checking you out. You made eye contact with him, bitterly laughing, “It’s also rude getting someone’s number without them knowing and then calling them randomly.” Your comment made him chuckle, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. Those fingers that had been in you once…stop it! “I wasn’t trying to be rude, I just wanted to say hi.” “You never want to ‘just say hi.’ So what do you want, Jungkook? I’d rather you just spit it out so I don’t have to play guessing games with you. Also so I can preferably drink alone.” “I want you.” The comment made you choke on your sip of rum and coke, coughing into your elbow. You looked at him bewildered, “Excuse me?!” “Come on, Y/N, you heard what I said. I want you.” He said it again! And so nonchalantly as well. “Uh, no.” “Why not?” “Because I said so.” “That’s not an answer, Y/N.”

“Yes it is.” He scoffs, leaning back in the booth, staring at you. His tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, was it just you or did the room just get extremely hot? He leaned forward, lowering his voice so only you could hear him. “Listen, I don’t know what the hell happened between us, all I know is that I can’t get you off of my damn mind. I can’t think or sleep, I can only think of you.” “…you should become a poet.” Why was that the only damn thing you said?! How stupid are you??? “Why should I even let you try to pursue me? You walk around fucking everything and anything that gets your dick wet. I can’t fucking trust you.” “I know, I know you can’t. What can I do to prove that I actually want you? That you’re not just a fuck and leave?” He sounded desperate…sincere almost. You thought for a moment, taking a sip of your drink, placing it down on the table. “If you want me…like genuinely want me, you have to beg for it.” He looked at you, dead in the eyes, nothing about him seemed in a joking manner. “I’ll beg as much as you want me to, baby. As long as I get you in return.” Taglist: @talyaaas-blog @cassies-cookies

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Tattooed Hearts | Pre story

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Edit: I thought it would be fun to do a short story of JK and Y/N hooking up before the main plot of Tattooed Hearts. So it basically just sex…anyways, enjoy!

Tattooed Hearts: Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII *** You laid on his bed, clothes off, Jungkook standing over you like you were his prey. This wasn’t the first time you’d slept together, it had been a while since you’d first met. He was kind, thoughtful, hot and good in bed. You met him at the tattoo parlour, he was the one that was doing your tattoo, the skeleton hand holding a rose. You both talked, laughed, then he asked you to dinner. Agreeing, he took you to a nice restaurant, wine and dined you and after, topped it off with amazing sex. Now, you’d had sex before, but all of your ex’s had been so self absorbed that they almost never focused on you. When you accidentally let that slip to Jungkook a few days after your first time sleeping together, he was determined to fix the wrong doings of your idiotic ex’s. That’s why you were now lying on his bed, spread out for him. This was the night that Jungkook decided to treat you like a goddess, making you cum over and over again until you knew nothing but his name. He was perfect, he was the one, he was yours. “Okay, baby, gonna need you to keep your legs spread for me. Can you do that?” He asked in a sweet, but husky voice. Getting on his knees, he gently kissed your inner thighs. You nodded, feeling your clit throb when he touched it gently with his fingers. He lightly caressed your pussy, spreading your slick around. You let out small whimpers and whines, never having been this turned on by someone. His lips trailed from your inner thighs to your pussy, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You moaned, hands gripping the sheets beside you, feeling his hot tongue swirl around your clit. He detached his lips from your clit, licking a stripe from you opening to your clit. Brining your hand up to cover your mouth, it was stopped by Jungkook grabbing your wrist, “No, baby. I wanna hear all your sounds. I wanna hear how good I make you feel. My good girl.” His fingers intertwined with yours, placing your hands on your tummy. He quickly returned to your pussy, sucking on your clit, pushing his tongue into your hole, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You squeezed his hand tight, thighs going to close but being stopped by him. “Keep your legs spread.” He spoke in a dark and dominant voice, using his free hand to push two fingers into you. By doing that, he made you yelp, feeing his fingers search around in you for that one spot. “Fuck, kookie…!” You moaned loudly, making Jungkook smirk against your pussy, pressing the spot harder as he fingered you deep. “Found it…” He whispered against your cunt, gently scraping his teeth against your clit. That one movement made you grind onto his tongue, moaning loudly, pleading for more. He pulled away, grabbing your waist and pulling you to sit up, making your pussy come in contact with his dick. “Be a good girl and take my dick.” He groaned into your ear, aligning the tip of his dick with your entrance. Guiding you down onto him, he held your waist and made you grind gently on him. The feeling of your clit rubbing up against his pubic bone sent you into a frenzy. Once you were adjusted to his size, he made you bounce up and down on his dick, speeding up gradually making slapping sounds echo through his room. “Plea-…please! I can’t h-hold it…n-need to cum…!” You begged, nails scraping his back. He moaned from feeling you claw at him, holding your thighs, thrusting his hips up into yours. “Fuck, baby, so good…cum for me, cum for me.” He told you, releasing himself inside of you, bringing you to the edge as well. Your hips stuttered as you relaxed in his lap from your orgasm. His big hands slowly caressing your sides to help calm you down, “Thank you…that was really, really good…” you giggled, looking at him. “Oh, baby. Who said I was done yet?” He asked, flipping you onto your back, retreating back down to your already throbbing pussy again.

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Tattooed Hearts V

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

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Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV *** Why did you think he’d change? Just because he was nice to you in the flower shop? How naive could you be? You’d walked into the tattoo parlour, it being unusually empty. Walking around a little, you tried to find someone, a customer, RM, V, anyone. But all you were met with, was Jungkook fucking some woman in the break room. You froze, staring at the girl being pounded into. She looked at you, exaggerating her moans even more when she saw you. You clenched your jaw and walked out, not wanting to deal with this today. Not knowing where to go, you wandered around Main Street, trying to get the image of him and the woman out of your head. Your face was wet…why was it wet? Oh god, you were crying over him again. Lock him out, keep him locked out, never let him in again. *** Laying on the couch in your apartment, you stared at the ceiling. You felt numb, curious on why he had such an effect on you. The voice in your head was calling you an idiot for letting him in again. Who did she think she was? Jesus Howard Christ, you were a stupid little girl that got jealous over a player! Why were you so rung up about some stupid guy that can’t keep it in his pants-! Your doorbell…who the hell was ringing your doorbell at 9:30 at night? You stood up, pulling your pj shirt down, looking through the peephole on your door. Oddly, no one was there…you opened your door, feeling and hearing a loud thud onto your floor. “Jungkook?!” You yelled, seeing the man lying on your floor, eyes half-opened. “Hey, pretty girl…” He mumbled out, running a hand through his hair. He sat up, leaning on your doorway. “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, confused, angry and possibly even a little happy. Jungkook tilted his head up to look at you, giving you a hazy and drink smile. “M’missed you…you looked s-so good in that long thing you were wearing in the flower home…” He missed you…? No, stop it, he’s just drunk. “My long thing…? My dress? What…? Jungkook, why are you here?” You used your foot to move his legs so you could close your apartment door. He laughed, gently grabbing your leg, resting his head on it, “Missed you…needed…needed to see you…” Jungkook nuzzled your leg with his head, pressing his lips to it. “Jungkook, you’re drunk…possibly high. You don’t know what you’re saying. How’d you even get here? It’s too long of a walk from here to your place.” Okay, maybe you remembered how to get to his place from that one time he called you in the middle of the night, looking for a quick fuck. “Baby, I know what I’m saying…miss you…miss your pussy…miss your love…” He mumbled against your leg. Why hadn’t you pulled him off yet? Why hadn’t you kicked him out? Was it because you get bad? God, he looked adorable right now…but what were you gonna do with him? He can’t stay the night! But you have no way of getting him home. Fuck, why was your life so hard all of a second? “Okay, get up. Let-…no, let go of my leg!” You tried to pry him off of your leg, causing you to almost fall. Use your legs, that was the one thing you learned from the gym when lifting things. Struggling, you looped your arms around his waist, trying to pull him up to stand, but he was stronger and he pulled you down. He pulled you down into his lap. “You smell so good, baby…always so sweet…” Placing his head on your shoulder, he closed his eyes. “No! No! Open your eyes! You are not sleeping on my floor!” You wiggled yourself out of his lap, grabbing his arm, dragging him across the floor. At first glance, he didn’t look heavy, but I guess having all those muscles adds to it. Groaning, Jungkook tried to move your hands away, not liking the feeling of being dragged across the floor. “Ow, hurts….m’into that.” He smirks up at you. You drop his arms instantly, “ Stand up, Jungkook. I can’t drag you to my room.” Holding your hands out for him to grab. “Ooo, taking me to your room already?” He smiled drunkly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He grabbed your hands, pulling himself

to stand up, stumbling into you. “You could at least wine and dine me first.” You’ve already done that to me. You sighed, taking his hand and leading him to your room. He threw himself onto your bed, cuddling up with your pillows. He fell asleep pretty quickly, most likely unaware of his surroundings. You sat down on the floor, looking up at his sleeping form on your bed. Why’d you come? Why didn’t you go to the other girl? Staring at him made tears well up into your eyes, you never should’ve looked at him. He was bad for you, like a parasite you couldn’t get rid of. Something that kept infecting you and burning you to the floor. You shouldn’t have even let him in tonight. “So pretty…su..such a good girl…my baby…” He mumbled in his sleep, you stood up, walking out of your room. Even in his sleep he talks about the other woman. Why try to be friendly when all he does is play you? Just shut up, keep your pretty poison lips shut. You’ve poisoned me enough. *** Rubbing your temples, you stared at the TV in front of you, listening to Lindsay ramble on and on. “He’s in your bed?! Like, right now he’s laying, in YOUR bed?? Oh my god, Y/N, did you sleep with him? Girl, I told you to find other dick! You can do so much better!” You shushed her, “Keep your voice down. I didn’t sleep with him, he showed up drunk last night at my door. He wouldn’t leave. So I let him in and put him in my bed.” You were running off of caffeine, two hours of sleep and a full season of Gilmore Girls. “How does he even know where you live?” She asked sceptically, placing her hands on her hips and looking you up and down. “One of the nights we were drunk and horny, my place was the closest. We came here.” Looking up at her, it posed a question, why did he still remember where you lived? “And he still remembers? Girl, I don’t know if that’s cute or stalker-ish.” “I don’t even want to think about it.” You rubbed at your eyes, the lack of sleep was making it hard to think about the fact you had Jungkook in your bed. The door creaked open, revealing a sleepy looking Jungkook. He walked out and paused, looking between you and Lindsay, then at his surroundings. Lindsay cleared her throat, pointing towards the door, “I’m gonna head out…I’ll see you later, Y/N.” With that, she escaped the situation. Why was god always on her side? Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, looking towards you. He cleared his throat, “Morning…” holy fuck, his voice was deep and sultry. That alone was enough to make your panties damp. “Can you get out of my house now?” You more so told him than asked, standing to motion towards the front door. “Sure, but don’t you want me to stay a little longer? Maybe some head would get you out of this sour mood.” He quipped, smirking slightly. “Sour mood? Sour mood?! You came to my house at 10 last night, drunk as a pig! Pushing yourself into my house, pleading you missed me and needed me! I dragged your sorry ass from the front to my bedroom, allowing you to sleep in my bed and stay the night, and you’re telling me I’m being sour? You’re lucky I let you in! I could’ve shut you out and called the police, telling them some drunk showed up at my apartment! It’s weird enough you remember where I live, I don’t need you coming into my home! You could’ve gone to that other woman’s house, but nooo, you came here! So quit telling me I’m sour, when I’m the one that let you in even after all the shit you’ve done to me!” Your ramble left him stunned, staring at you with utter shock. He wanted to say things, apologize, talk it out, but no words came out. You scoffed, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door, opening it and pushing him out. “Stop coming to me when you’re high.”

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Tattooed Hearts IV

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities, mentions of being kidnapped

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII

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“Come on, slut, cum for daddy.” The rando spoke as he thrusted into you. You laid on the bed, not moving except from the occasional jump from his hard thrusts. Listen, you weren’t one for calling things stupid, lying or faking things. But the amount of times you’ve faked an orgasm tonight was hilarious. It’s been two hours of nothing but faking moans, whines, whimpers and orgasms. You couldn’t wait to leave, feeing stupid for even agreeing to have sex with this guy. Once he was finally done, you hurriedly put your clothes back on and gave him a quick smile before leaving. God, you really were a dumbass. The streets were dark, nothing but the street lights illuminating the road and sidewalk. Every sound you heard caused you to jump, it was never the safest option to walk home at 11 PM, fearing of being kidnapped or taken. You knew you weren’t gonna make it home without freaking out, so you walked into the nearest store, which just happened to be a flower shop. The scent of flowers and different herbs hit your senses like a truck. You walked around a little, curious about the beautiful blue flowers you saw.

“Blue hydrangeas, they symbolize remorse and regret.” You whipped your head around, seeing a pretty lady, thick curly hair with a green apron on, the worker. “You walked right to them, maybe it’s because something’s happened?” You paused, looking at the lady with slight shock in your eyes, “How did you…?”

“Honey, I work with flowers. Every flower in my shop has a story…just like you apparently.” You gave you a gap toothed smile, it was one of those rare smiles that filled your heart with joy. “Uhm, yeah…Sorry, I’ve had a rough night.” You smiled apologetically, turning to look at her. Eloise…what a fitting name, derived from ‘Helios’ meaning sun in Greek. “Well don’t keep me in the dark now! Tell me about it, hun.” She sat down behind a wooden table, making full bouquets, each one telling a story. You didn’t know why you felt the need to tell her what had happened, but she felt like someone to lean on. Catching her up about your night, Lindsay telling you to get dick, hooking up with some random guy, faking everything, even about Jungkook. You were now an open book to her, she chuckled, cutting off the bottom of the stems, “Sounds like your friend was just tryin’ to help, darling.” “I know, but I shouldn’t have listened. I’ve had experience like that in the past, I should’ve known.” You spoke quietly, looking down at the chrysanthemums on the table. “Listen to me, life is about experiences. Good or bad, they make you who you are. And you can’t let this man take control of your love life just because he hurt you. You gotta pull your pants up and find yourself a nice man that treats you right in life AND in bed.” She smiled up at you, giving you a knowing look. Blushing, you laughed, nodding your head. Maybe you should let Jungkook go. Yes, he’s hurt you in the past, but you can’t dwell on it. You sat with Eloise, watching her make bouquets, looking at the time you saw it was getting later than it already was. “I think I’m gonna head out…thank you, Ms Eloise.” You smiled, grabbing your bag and making your way to the door. “Honey, wait! Take this, I think it’ll help start your new story.” She smiled at you, handing you a bouquet. It was made up of hyacinths; representing young love, lilies and orchids; representing missing someone, daffodils; representing new beginnings and gardenias; representing secret love. You took the bouquet, smiling gratefully at her, waving and bidding your goodbyes, you left. *** The bouquet sat in a vase on your kitchen counter, standing full and tall, proudly almost. You stared at the luscious flowers, the bright colours illuminating your apartment. It seemed almost chaotic, the bouquet, so many colours, different flowers…it matched your life. There was so much chaos, yet it was so beautiful. You brushed it off, but the thought still in your mind as you got ready for bed. Brushing your teeth, your phone buzzed; it was Lindsay. Girl I trust🫶: Hey babes, I hope the hookup went well 😏 You: Yeah, I love faking everything for almost two hours Girl I trust🫶: OMG NOOO Girl I trust🫶: IM SO SORRY!!! You: Honestly, it’s okay, I met a nice lady that gave me flowers You: So something nice happened at least The both of you texted for a while, saying good night and heading to bed. Something about this whole night was itching away at you, almost as if you knew something was going to happen, but you didn’t know what. *** With two coffees in your hand, you walked down the street, it was a thank you gift to Ms Eloise for the flowers and listening to your currently fucked up life. You made it to the shop, it looked even brighter in the daylight, the flowers looking their absolute best just waiting to be put into someone else’s story. You tried to open the door, but it was hard when holding two coffees. “Let me get that,” You heard from behind you, someone opening the door for you. You turned to smile and say thank you, but remained stoic when you saw it was Jungkook. Don’t let him ruin your life. You gave him a tight lipped smile, “Thank you.” You walked into the shop, not saying anything else. The shop wasn’t busy, but you could see Ms Eloise behind that same wood table, making beautiful bouquets.

The little ring of the bell alerted her someone came in, she looked up and gave you her gap toothed smile. “Why, it’s lovely to see you again, darlin’!”  

“Hi, Ms Eloise.” You smiled back, walking further into the shop. “I got you this coffee as a gift for the flowers last night. I hope you like it!” 

She threw down her scissors, hands raising in happiness, “Ooo, honey, you don’t know how much this means to me. I absolutely love it, thank you.” She took the coffee carefully, sipping it and humming in delight. Ms Eloise looked past you, raising her brow, “Boy, I thought I told you to stop comin’ in here if you weren’t gonna get any flowers!” 

The deep chuckle, the one you knew all too well sounded through the shop. “Come on, Eloise, I was just helping this lovely lady open the door! Her hands were full and you know me, I love to help damsels in distress.” Jungkook walked further into the shop, leaning on the table beside you. 

“Oh honey, if you knew this one, you’d know she ain’t need any help from you.” She smirked at him, then looked to you, sipping her coffee.  

“Trust me, I know she doesn’t.” He looked over to you, glancing down your body, admiring the sundress you were wearing. 

You stood there stunned, “How do you know each other…?” It was almost like you’d been hit in the face with flowers.  

Ms Eloise laughs, grabbing a sunflower from the table in front of her. “He likes to pop in every once in a while to bug me, he’s like a pest that won’t get off my flowers! Only thing is, he never buys any.” She raised her eyebrow looking at Jungkook. 

He raised his hands up in defence, “I didn’t know there was a problem coming to say hello to friends!”  

“There ain’t, honey, but you could at least fill my pockets a little bit! The amount of times you walk in and never do anything is incredible!” Ms Eloise teased him, placing the flowers on brown wrapping paper.  

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at their playful banter, laughing a little as well. You talked with Ms Eloise for a little before deciding to head out, needing to get some errands done. You said goodbye and walked out of the shop, hearing your name being called. This time, you knew who it was and you turned around. “Y/N, where you going?” Jungkook asked as he walked to catch up with you. 

“Just running errands.” You spoke, your tone was no longer spiteful or hurt, but calm and more confident. 

He nodded, placing his hands in his pocket, staring at your eyes for a second too long. He looked to the street, seeing others walking around, shopping and talking. “Listen, I wanted to apologize for the other day. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with anything.” His voice was sincere, different from what you’ve heard from him before. 

You nodded, looking into his dark brown eyes, “Thank you, Jungkook…that’s very nice of you.” You both stood there, looking at each other, but not saying anything until you broke the silence. “I…I have some errands to get done, so I have to get going, but I’ll see you around.” 

“Alright, yeah. Have fun with your errands, Y/N.” He gave you a small smile, turning around to walk away, leaving you to walk your own way. 

How funny, you pictured the bouquet sitting on your counter, white tulips being the centre…forgiveness being the central part of your story.

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Tattooed Hearts III

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII

*** Life really couldn’t get any worse, could it? You were just informed that V wasn’t able to finish up your tattoo today, but luckily, Jungkook was. Due to some confidential issues, V wouldn’t be back for a while and the only other person that fit the style for your tattoo was Jungkook. That’s how you ended up here, sitting in his office, skirt slightly riding up your thighs, waiting for him to enter and finish your tattoo. How ironic that he was the one that started it, and the one to finish it, even though now it had a completely different meaning. A few (long) minutes later, JK walked into his office, looking at you sitting so nicely. “Look who’s back. Couldn’t get enough of me, I see?” He speaks in a cocky tone and it makes you want to punch his handsome face. “Quit acting like you’re special. I’m here to get the tattoo finished. That’s it.” Venom laced your voice, you were not willing to put up with his bullshit today. He shrugged, sitting on the small stool beside the tattooing chair. You pulled down your sweater sleeve to expose the tattoo that needed to be finished, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. Waiting for the familiar prick of the tattoo gun, you closed your eyes and looked away…but it never came. You turned your head to look at Jungkook, wondering why he hadn’t started yet. His tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, why did he have to look hot when doing that? You could feel your pussy throb a little, not being able to deny that you’ve missed him. Jungkook leans his forearms onto his knees, giving you a knowing look, “You gotta take the sweater off. I can’t do anything if you don’t, the gun could get caught on your sweater and pull it.” “That’s fine, just do it now. It’s an old sweater anyways.” There were boundaries, sure you could compliment how hot he was internally, and you could still moan his name when using your vibrator, but there’s no way in hell you’re gonna strip for him. He sighed at your stubbornness, leaning back on the stool, crossing his arms. Those actions made it easier to see his muscles, made it easier to imagine how he could pick you up and fuck himself into you if he wanted…he’d never want you. Look at yourself. It was a one time thing. “You need to take the sweater off, it’s not like I haven’t seen you in a bra before. Just do it, Y/N. I’m not in the mood for your stubborn attitude.” With hesitation, you took off your sweater, placing it beside you. You used your arms to cross over your tummy, god damn it, he’d managed to even make you insecure! A low groan echoed through his office, but he played it off as he stood up to grab black gloves. No words were spoken as he turned on the tattoo gun and began his work. You were screaming internally, why had it hurt so much? Squeezing your eyes shut, you turned your head to the side trying not to let the pain be evident on your face. Everything was fine, until you felt a gloved hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it to comfort you. You wanted to shove his hand off, but the feeling was comforting in an odd way, so you decided to leave it. You both stayed like that for a while, him getting up every now and again to get or refill an ink container. But when one prick got too much for you, you flinched and pulled away. This made Jungkook stop in his tracks, his eyes meeting yours when he turned off the ink gun. “Too much?” He asked lowly, keeping his hand on your thigh, carefully and slowly moving it up just a little. “I just need a second…” you asked quietly, letting out a shaky breath. His hand kept getting closer and closer to where you really wanted him. No, not wanted, needed. Jungkook stayed still, looking up at you as his gloved hands kept moving up. They reached the hem of your panties, he gently fiddled with it. Reality hit you hard, pulling away and furrowing your brows. Jungkook seemed to be knocked out of some sort of daze, “What?” He asked, clearly oblivious…or maybe he knew just what he was doing.

“This is never going to happen. Not now, not ever.” You spat at him, grabbing your sweater and standing up.  

Jungkook stopped you before you could stand up, “Why not, baby? You’ve fallen for me before, you can do it again.” He leaned in closer, whispering into your ear, “Or maybe I should fuck it back into you…”

Those words went straight to your core, making your panties wet with desire and possibly hate. “You touch me and I’ll break your dick off.” That wasn’t true, maybe you’d suck his dick off, but not break it off.  

He chuckled, a deep and husky laugh. He grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. Gently kissing your neck, he let his hands wander down to your pussy again. “God, baby, you say you’d break my dick off, yet you’re so wet already. Which one is it?”  

Don’t fall for it, he’ll hurt you again, just like before! But god…sometimes pain felt so good. You moaned at his touch, spreading your legs a little to give him easier access. There was eagerness to his movements, hastily moving your parties to the side, rubbing your slick all over his fingers. His grunts and groan were like music to your ears, you moaned as he rubbed at your clit, the once foreign feeling returning. It was good, too good…this was not good. You pushed him off, your eyes going wide. Jungkook seemed to be confused, watching as you pulled your sweater over your head, moving your panties back into place and walking out of his office. As you walked through the parlour, you saw the woman, the same woman from the last week. God, you’d fallen into the rabbit hole again.  

*** 

Lindsay’s eyes were wide, staring at you like you’d just told her you killed a kid. “You let him do what now?!” She yelled at you, placing down her phone. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking! It happened like there was nothing in the past! God, I’m such an idiot!” You pulled at your hair, pacing around the living room. 

“Oh my god, Y/N! What did I tell you? You need dick! You need to get your mind off of that prick! That’s it, we’re going to the club and you’re gonna find the hottest man there and fuck the shit out of him.” Lindsay seemed so certain about this plan, she grabbed your hand and dragged you to her room.  

Mistakes were meant to be learned from. Once you made them, don’t make them again. But with him, it was inevitable, it was out of your control. You warned yourself before to not deal with the devil because you will get burned, but what happens when the devil is in the form of a muscular, tattooed and hot man? You’ll get burned a thousand times before you learn.

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Tattooed Hearts II

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V• Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII

***

What a jackass! Months of not seeing you, and all he had to say was ‘glad you’re back?!’ Seriously? Watching him walk away so nonchalant made your blood boil, he was a player. What did you expect? He wasn’t gonna drop to his knees and start sobbing! It was dumb if you to even have hopes of him doing that. You glared at the closed office door, hoping he would trip over a stone and scrape his knees. Yes, it was childish, but scraping your knees hurts! You opened your juice, sipping it while cursing Jungkook out in your mind.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the buzzing of the tattoo gun again, “Is the juice good?” V asked with a small smile.

You nodded happily, drinking even more. The question stood in your mind, how did they know it was your favourite drink? You hadn’t told any of them apart from Jungkook…oh my god. OH MY GOD! Was he still thinking about you?! No, there’s no way, all he thinks about is getting his dick wet, he was not thinking about you. It was probably just a mix up with a flavour. V continued with the tattoo, mentioning that you’d have to come back for a second round to do the colouring and final touches. You agreed, wanting to finally have the tattoo finished. Time went by and a woman walked into the parlour, she was wearing a black latex looking skirt with a matching top, fishnets and some funky looking heels. She was his next client? Good god. Listen, you weren’t one for being insecure. You loved your body! It was amazing! But looking at the woman that just walked in, you couldn’t help but compare yourself just a little bit. She had the ‘perfect body,’ almost no body hair, an hour glass shape, perfect face (probably because of Botox), she was the ideal woman. So watching Jungkook step out of his office and lean on the doorway, smirking at her, made me know that it wasn’t just a touch up that was about to happen. I groaned and looked at V, “Am I almost done…?” “Yep! Just gonna wipe it down with an alcohol wipe and tape you up, then you’re free to go.” He smiled politely at you, which you returned. You luckily finished just before the moans echoed through the parlour, the woman from before, moaning and screaming for Jungkook. You made a small face of disgust, walking to the front desk to pay. RM gave you a sympathetic look, setting up the machine so you could pay. The worst part, was that you could hear his grunts. The grunts he used to make when he fucked you, when he touched you, when he ate you out, even when you bent over to pick something up. Now you’re realizing that you weren’t that special to him. You were a quick fuck and drop. After paying, you walked out of the parlour, a sense of rage present in your gut. Who the hell did he think he was? Honestly, he will never find someone to love forever. He'll always be a player. *** “Is that even sanitary?” Lindsay asked as you guys walked to the bar. You’d came home and told her about your adventures at the tattoo parlour. You weren’t sure if she was treating you to drinks because she felt bad for you, or if it was because she needed to wipe away the vivid picture you painted for her of Jungkoon fucking a woman in his office. You shrugged, stopping in front of the bar, pulling the door open. “I don’t think he’d care even if it wasn’t. Such an asshole…” You mumbled, getting seats at the bar top. You ordered your drinks, a gin and tonic and a dirty Shirley, waiting for the bartender to make them, Lindsay nudged you.

“Look at Mr Hottie over there! God, I’d let him bend me over the bar and fuck me.” She said proudly, biting her bottom lip.

You almost choked on your spit, “I’m sorry, wHaT? Lindsay, you can’t just go around saying that!”

She leaned back and smiled at you, “Come on! I haven’t been fucked in a good while, my vibrators not cutting it anymore! I need a real dick.” Turning her head, she smiled at the guy, winking.

“I thought you were here to drink with me, not get fucked by some random guy.” The drinks came and you instantly drank some, you had a feeling this was gonna be a long night. Grabbing her drink, Lindsay smiled at you once again, walking in the direction of the guy. You groaned and leaned your head on your hand, mixing your drink. Maybe it was from the day, but the gin didn’t feel strong enough. After about 30 minutes, you turned to look at your friend, but not to your surprise, she was gone and so was the guy. “Hope you have a nice fuck.” You mumble to yourself. “Thank you, I will.” The voice caught you off guard, making you jump and turn your head. Jesus Howard Christ. Jungkook smirked down at you, leaning on the bar top. “It was nice seeing you again today. Still looking good.” You didn’t reply, don’t speak to the devil, he’ll hurt you. You sipped your drink in silence, trying not to pay attention to the muscular man beside you. “Come on, you could at least say hi.” “You can at least tell me when you decide to cheat.” You shot back, angrily. Damn it, where’s Lindsay when you need her? “Woah, woah, woah, I never cheated.” Jungkook replied, grabbing his scotch on the rocks. “We were never together, so technically I didn’t actually cheat on you.” Was he serious right now? “Oh, sorry, my bad. I was a fuck toy.” Your jaw clenched, hand gripping the glass of gin and tonic tightly. You could see him smirk from the corner of your eye, “You were a good fuck toy. Always let me use your pretty pussy…fuck you so good. Bet you haven’t had good dick since.” “I’ve had plenty of dick, many that've topped yours.” You snarked back, god, where was your buffer? What happened to ignoring him? And what was with all the lies? “Sure you have. Speaking of, where’s that friend of yours? Did she dump you for dick?” He was trying to get a ride out of you….it was working. “No, she escaped before you came. God blessed her today, but I unfortunately haven’t had his graces placed upon me yet.” You could hear him chuckle lowly, his laugh was deep and husky…fuck, it was hot. “Come on, Y/N, we both know you don’t worship god. You like to worship me when you’re on your hands and knees, waiting to be fucked like a good girl.” He whispered in your ear, using that soft but husky voice you liked. Why’d he have to say your name? Why couldn’t he have kept his stupid mouth shut? “That’s in the past. I’m never going to stoop to a level so low ever again.” Grabbing your bag, you placed a $20 bill on the bar top, paying for you and your friend’s drink. You pushed by Jungkook and made your way to the exit. The air outside was refreshing, something you craved after being stuck in there with Jungkook and his sweet smelling cologne. When you were walking away, your name was called, but you knew it was him. You weren’t gonna answer this time. Not now, not ever again.

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Can you write a fiction where Jimin is a stalker and make it a bit dub-con smut?

hey, I should’ve specified this earlier, but I will not write non-con/dub-con or anything incest related. I’d be glad to write something else if you’d like, but those are just some boundaries for my blog :)

Tattooed Hearts

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period

Edit: Hey guys, I got this idea for some reason and was thinking of making it into a series, so let me know if you enjoy it and want a part two :)

Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII

*** You weren’t one to put out, always waiting for the one person who made you feel special. But you never seemed to feel that, except for when you were with Jungkook. He made you special, he made you happy, he made you feel loved. Maybe giving yourself to him was your mistake, but how could you not? He looked so handsome with his piercings and tattoos. That’s where you should’ve known what you did was a mistake. Sleeping with him was never on your bucket list, sure you’d thought about it before, but you never intended for anything to actually happen. It felt good, it always did, but the pain of being pushed out always pained you after. Mistakes get made, but this one hurt too much.

Sobbing on the bathroom floor was something you’d never wanted to do when it came to a guy. But seeing him with that girl hurt, way too much. Why weren’t you used to this yet? It’s happened before, get used to it. “He doesn’t deserve your tears, Y/N, please stop crying…” Lindsay, your friend, pleaded. She’d been here when it first happened, the other hundred times it had happened, and now. Maybe you were the stupid one for never taking her advice. Now, you hated calling anything stupid, nothing was stupid. There was always reason for something being one way and not the other, but you were just stupid for how many times you’d fallen for his tricks. Tattoos make a story when on your skin, most of the time. The story behind your tattoo was that you’d fallen for a handsome tattoo artist, letting him sweep you off your feet, wine and dine you and then fuck you. Big mistake. It’s almost funny how many mistakes you’ve made with him. Going the day after to get your tattoo finished was not the happy ending you were expecting, instead finding a woman walk out of his office looking drunk off of sex. Just like you did. He apologized, wine and dined you, then fucked you again. The same thing happened. Something wasn’t clicking, stay away from him; he’s bad for you; he’s using you; all things you should’ve listened to, but didn’t. That was on you, you decided to keep going back and keep getting your heart broken. That was until now, countless nights of crying about him, going back to him, waiting for him to call and use you again, you were done.

Wiping your tears for the last time, you wouldn’t let this man or any man make you cry like that ever again. That was a promise. ***

“Are you ever gonna get that tattoo finished?” Lindsay asked as she placed the bowl of popcorn between you two. It was Wednesday night, your scheduled movie night. “I think it would look really cool actually completed.”

You placed some popcorn in your mouth, thinking for a moment, “I don’t know…I think it looks kinda cool now!” Placing the blanket over your legs, you looked at your shoulder, a half finished tattoo of a skeleton hand holding a rose.

“Girl, don’t lie, you need to get it finished. Please? I’ve been looking at it for so long, I can’t stand it anymore! How are you not annoyed it’s only half done?!” She was adamant about making you get it finished, partially because she wanted you to go back to rub it in Jungkook’s face how amazing you were and what he lost when he slummed it with those other women.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll get it finished, but you need to get me tteokbokki after, got it?” It was something you’d dreaded, but having the feeling inside that you’d let him win by not seeing him again was eating at you from the inside.

Lindsay squealed in joy, clapping her hands, “ I’m gonna make you so hot! He’s gonna regret sleeping with those other bitches!”

“Whoa, whoa, I’m going to get my tattoo finished, not see him. And don’t call them bitches! Women stick up for women, no matter how fucked up some might be.” Secretly, you were hoping to make him jealous or upset with how he left you. He deserved to feel like shit.

“Okay, okay, sorry…I’M GONNA GET MY HEELS!!” Lindsay yelled as she ran out of the living room to grab her heels from her room. I sighed, knowing that I couldn’t stop her.

***

A week later, you walked into the shop, seeing the familiar face of RM. He was one of the piercers that worked in the parlour, “Y/N, hey, it’s been a while!” He spoke with a big smile, happy to see you again. With the time you’d spent there before everything, you’d befriended his friends. It felt unfair leaving them behind after it all.

“Yeah, hi, how’ve you been?” Even though Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, you couldn’t help but feel a lump growing in your throat.

RM had a bright smile on his face, one that he’d always had that always managed to make your day better. “Good! I’ve been good, uh, how can I help you today?” He asked, standing up from behind the front desk.

“I want to get my tattoo finished. I think it’s finally time.” You gave him a small smile, he’d known about what happened between you and Jungkook. It was hard not to know, he was friends with him after all.

“Alright, we can do that! Let me see…V could take you.” He looked up from the computer, seeing what was open now. You nodded your head, willing to take anyone who wasn’t Jungkook.

They’d gotten you situated at a station, instructing you to take off your sweater. Your half finished tattoo was now on display, waiting to be finished. V was nice, making small talk here and there, making sure you were comfortable with everything and that nothing was too painful. Pain wasn’t your thing, yes, you had to go through a period every month and maybe one day give birth, but you had a low pain tolerance. He used to squeeze your thigh, kiss your neck, finger you to keep you calm…stop it! Don’t think about him! He’s not in your life anymore, don’t waste precious thinking space on him! Not thinking about the needle piercing your skin was abruptly stopped when you felt a prick, yelping, you moved your shoulder away. V looked at you with wide eyes, “ I’m sorry! Was that painful? Oh god, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no! It’s okay! I’m fine, just startled! Sorry, I zoned out for a moment…” You gave him a sheepish smile, relaxing in the chair again.

“That’s fine, just let me know if you need a break or anything, okay? Maybe I can sneak you a juice if you really want, too.” He gave you his signature boxy smile, instantly warming your heart.

You giggled, nodding your head, “That would be nice…” Smiling up at him, it felt nice to still be friendly with them even though you were nowhere close to being friendly with Jungkook.

V stood up, walking away to get you a juice from the break room. He left you in the chair, leaving you alone to listen to the music playing softly through the speakers. Quietly humming along, your thoughts were halted by hearing two voices. “Hey, RM, when’s my next client?”

“She should be here soon, it’s a touch up.” I could hear RM talk to the person. The other guy hummed, shuffling around a little.

You sat up, being faced with Jungkook. Everything seemed to go fuzzy, your thoughts, the sounds around you, even your eyesight. The lump in your throat returned, making it hard for you to breathe, V returned with your juice, “ I got you watermelon! You know? Since it’s your favourite!”

You were startled out of your trance, looking up at V who was holding your favourite juice. They still had it…? “Thanks…how do you-?”

You were cut off by V smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. “We all thought you’d show up again…but when you didn’t, we kept the fridge stocked for whenever you decided to show up again.”

Heat rushed up to your cheeks, they’d waited for you? Why? His boxy smile came back again, looking over to Jungkook, waving “Hey, JK, lunch was good?”

“Yeah, it was fine. Pussy would’ve been better though.” Jungkook replied as if it were nothing, finally looking over to you. He faltered a little bit, quickly recovering by giving you a cocky smirk, “Glad to see you back, Y/N.”

Without another word, he walked away, back into his office. Biting the inside of your cheek, you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. He was like a parasite, once you had it, it would never go away.

How would y’all feel if I made a series?🤔🤔

Let me know if you have ideas for a series you’d like to read

Are you comfortable with writing yandere au? If you are could you possibly write about yandere!BTS completely lost it when they found out their crush is going on a date with another guy? Thanks 👍

Ngl…I was honestly hoping someone would request this😳 I wrote a small head canon for each of the members, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: yandere au, violence, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour

Namjoon:

Namjoon had always been a quiet and reserved person, preferring to spend most of his time alone, lost in his thoughts. But ever since he laid eyes on Y/N, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Her smile, her laugh, her every move, it all captivated him in a way he couldn't explain.

He had been watching her from afar for months now, too afraid to approach her. He didn't want to scare her off with his awkwardness or worse, reveal his dark secret. He had an unhealthy and obsessive love for Y/N, and the thought of anyone else being with her sent him into a jealous rage.

So when he heard that she was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it. He couldn't believe that she would choose someone else over him, someone who truly loved her with all his heart. He had been planning for this moment ever since he first saw her, and now all his dreams were shattered.

He sat in his room, surrounded by pictures of Y/N, his hands shaking with anger. How could she do this to him? Didn't she know how much he cared for her? He couldn't let her go on that date, he just couldn't.

Without even realizing it, he found himself outside Y/N's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control his actions. He had to protect her, even if it meant going to extreme measures.

He watched as Y/N and the other guy walked out of her house, laughing and holding hands. His blood boiled with jealousy and he felt like he was going to explode. Without a second thought, he ran towards them, his mind clouded with rage.

The couple stopped in their tracks as Namjoon approached them, his eyes filled with madness. Y/N's date tried to push Namjoon away, but he was no match for the yandere's strength. Namjoon grabbed him by the throat, his grip tightening with each passing second.

'You can't have her!' Namjoon yelled, his voice filled with desperation. 'She's mine!'

Y/N's date struggled to break free, gasping for air, while Y/N stood frozen in shock. She had never seen this side of Namjoon before, and it terrified her.

Realizing what he was doing, Namjoon quickly released the guy and turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her. 'I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just can't stand the thought of you with anyone else.'

Y/N took a step back, fear evident in her eyes. She had always thought Namjoon was a little strange, but she never imagined he would do something like this. She quickly ran back into her house, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

Feeling defeated and ashamed of his actions, Namjoon slowly made his way back home. He knew he had crossed a line, and he couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being afraid of him. He loved her too much to hurt her, but his love had turned into an obsession, consuming him completely.

Jin:

Jin had always been a quiet and reserved guy, keeping to himself most of the time. But there was one thing that brought out a different side of him - his crush on Y/N.

Ever since he first laid eyes on her, Jin had been completely smitten. He would watch her from a distance, admiring her beauty and grace. He had never found the courage to approach her, always afraid of being rejected.

But one day, fate seemed to be on his side. Y/N was sitting alone at a café, looking lost and deep in thought. Jin took this as a sign and mustered up all his courage to approach her.

To his surprise, Y/N was friendly and kind, and they hit it off immediately. They talked for hours, and Jin couldn't believe his luck. From that day on, they became good friends, and Jin couldn't help but hope for something more.

However, his hopes were crushed when he found out that Y/N had a date with another guy. He couldn't believe it. How could she choose someone else over him? He had been there for her, always ready to listen and support her. But it seemed like she didn't see him in the same light.

Jin couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being with someone else. He had to do something to stop this date from happening. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself that he had no right to interfere in her personal life. But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control the intense feelings of anger and jealousy building up inside of him.

He started to stalk Y/N, following her every move and keeping a close eye on her. He was consumed by possessiveness, unable to accept the fact that someone else could have her. He even went as far as to sabotage her date, making sure that they wouldn't have a good time.

But despite his efforts, Y/N's date with the other guy went well. Jin couldn't believe it. How could she enjoy someone else's company when he was right there, willing to do anything for her? He was furious.

He couldn't take it anymore. Jin completely lost it. He confronted Y/N, pouring out all his feelings and frustrations. He didn't care if he scared her. All he wanted was for her to see that she belonged with him and no one else.

Y/N was shocked and scared by Jin's sudden outburst. She had never seen this side of him before. She tried to reason with him, telling him that she only saw him as a friend and that she had the right to go on a date with someone else.

But Jin refused to listen. He was convinced that Y/N was meant to be his and that he would do anything to make her see that. He became possessive and controlling, unable to accept any form of rejection.

Y/N was scared for her safety and decided to distance herself from Jin. She couldn't be around someone who was so unstable and obsessed with her. But Jin couldn't let her go. He became more and more desperate, trying to win her over by any means necessary.

J-Hope:

J-Hope had always been a devoted and loving friend, Y/N. He would do anything for her and would often surprise her with romantic gestures and gifts. But beneath his charming smile and caring nature, there was a dark and possessive side to J-Hope that only Y/N knew about.

J-Hope was a yandere, a person who becomes obsessed and possessive over his love interest to the point of violence. He had always managed to keep this side of him hidden, but when he found out that Y/N was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it.

It all started when Y/N received a text from her friend inviting her to a concert. She was excited and immediately told J-Hope about it, not thinking much of it. But when he found out that the concert was with another guy, his mind went into overdrive.

He couldn't believe that Y/N would even consider going on a date with someone else. She was his, and no one else's. He spent hours pacing in his room, trying to come up with a plan to stop Y/N from going on that date.

The day of the concert arrived, and J-Hope's nerves were on edge. He couldn't sit still, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/N with another guy. He knew he had to do something, and he had to do it fast.

He quickly got dressed and drove to Y/N's house. He found her getting ready and tried to contain his anger as he watched her put on a beautiful dress. She looked stunning, but the thought of her going out with another guy made his blood boil.

'Are you really going to go on a date with that guy?' J-Hope asked, his voice trembling with anger.

Y/N was taken aback by his sudden outburst. She had never seen him like this before, and it scared her. She tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't listen.

'You belong to me, Y/N. No one else has the right to take you out on a date,' J-Hope growled, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.

Y/N was frightened by his words and his intense gaze. She had never seen him like this before, and she didn't know what to do. She tried to reason with him, but he was beyond reasoning.

In a fit of rage, J-Hope grabbed Y/N's arm and dragged her out of the house. He drove her to an isolated spot and locked her in the car. Y/N was now terrified, and she knew that J-Hope was capable of anything in this state.

'You are mine, Y/N. I won't let anyone else have you,' J-Hope said, his voice filled with madness.

Y/N could see the crazed look in his eyes, and she knew that she needed to escape. She managed to unlock the car door and ran out, but J-Hope was hot on her heels.

He chased her through the woods, his mind consumed with thoughts of Y/N being with someone else. Y/N ran as fast as she could, but she couldn't outrun J-Hope. He caught up to her and grabbed her, his grip tight on her arms.

'Please, J-Hope, let me go,' Y/N begged, tears streaming down her face.

But J-Hope was beyond reason. He had completely lost his grip on reality, and the only thing he could think about was keeping Y/N by his side. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it to her throat.

'I won't let anyone take you away from me, Y/N. You are mine, and I will do anything to keep you,' J-Hope said, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Y/N was now trembling with fear as she realized the extent of J-Hope's obsession. She knew that she had to do something to stop him from hurting her or anyone else. With all her strength, she pushed him away and ran as fast as she could.

Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi had always been a quiet and reserved person, keeping to himself and focusing on his studies and music. But there was one person who had caught his eye and captured his heart: Y/N. He had been secretly in love with her for years, admiring her from afar and never having the courage to confess his feelings.

But today, everything changed. Yoongi had overheard Y/N talking to her friend about a date she had planned with another guy. His heart sank and his mind went blank. He couldn't believe that the person he had been dreaming about was going on a date with someone else.

Yoongi's hands clenched into fists as he tried to control his emotions. He couldn't let Y/N go on a date with anyone else, she was meant to be his. He had to do something to stop it.

He quickly ran back to his apartment and started to plan. He couldn't let Y/N slip away from him, not when he had finally built up the courage to make a move. He had to make her realize that she was meant to be with him, and only him.

The next day, Yoongi showed up at Y/N's workplace with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She was surprised to see him, but also happy. She had always considered Yoongi as a friend and was glad to see him. But little did she know, Yoongi's intentions were far from friendly.

He showered her with compliments and attention, making her feel special and wanted. Y/N couldn't help but feel flattered and her heart fluttered at the thought of Yoongi having feelings for her.

But things took a dark turn when Yoongi suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby alleyway. She was confused and scared, not understanding why Yoongi was acting this way. And then it hit her, the realization of Yoongi's true intentions.

He had always been possessive of her, but she never thought he would go to such lengths. Yoongi's grip tightened on her as he whispered in her ear, 'You're mine, Y/N. No one else can have you.'

Y/N's heart raced in fear as she struggled to break free from his hold. She begged him to let her go, but Yoongi was in a trance. He couldn't let her go, not when she was about to go on a date with someone else.

Just then, the guy Y/N was supposed to go on a date with appeared in the alleyway, looking for her. Yoongi's eyes darkened with rage as he saw the guy approaching them. Without thinking, he pushed Y/N behind him and confronted the guy.

'What do you want with her?' Yoongi growled, his fists clenched and ready to defend his territory.

The guy was taken aback by Yoongi's sudden aggression, but he calmly explained that he was Y/N's friend and they had plans to go on a date together. Yoongi's grip on Y/N loosened as he processed the information.

He couldn't believe that Y/N was going on a date with someone else, even though she had no idea about his feelings. His mind was clouded with jealousy and possessiveness, and he couldn't control his actions.

In a fit of rage, Yoongi lunged at the guy and started to attack him. Y/N was horrified at the scene in front of her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that Yoongi was finally letting go of her.

Jimin:

Jimin had always been a quiet and reserved boy, keeping to himself and rarely showing any emotion other than a polite smile. But behind that calm exterior, there was a fire burning inside of him, a possessive love for his crush that he could never reveal.

He had been secretly in love with Y/N for years, admiring her from afar and cherishing every moment they spent together. He had never mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, afraid of losing her altogether.

But one day, everything changed. Y/N excitedly told Jimin that she had a date with a guy she had met at a party. Jimin's world came crashing down at that moment. He could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces as jealousy and rage consumed him.

He tried to keep his composure, not wanting to scare Y/N away, but inside, he was a mess. He couldn't believe that she would choose someone else over him. He had been there for her through everything, always ready to lend a listening ear and offer a shoulder to cry on. And yet, she was going on a date with someone else.

As the days went by, Jimin's mental state deteriorated. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about was Y/N and her date with that other guy. He became obsessed, constantly checking her social media and trying to find out more about this mysterious man she was going out with.

One night, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to see for himself who this guy was and why Y/N had chosen him over Jimin. He followed her to the restaurant where they were supposed to have their date and hid in the shadows, watching as they walked in together, laughing and holding hands.

Jimin's blood boiled at the sight. He couldn't bear to see Y/N with anyone else, it was his worst nightmare come true. He waited until they were seated and then stormed in, confronting them both.

Y/N was shocked to see Jimin there and tried to explain that the guy was just a friend, but Jimin would hear none of it. He had completely lost it, blinded by his love and possessiveness for Y/N. He started shouting and causing a scene, scaring Y/N and her date.

The restaurant staff had to call the police and Jimin was taken away, screaming and struggling, still not willing to let go of Y/N. It was then that Y/N realized the depth of Jimin's feelings for her and the danger she had unknowingly put herself in.

Taehyung/V:

Taehyung had always been a bit possessive when it came to his crush, Y/N. He couldn't help it, he was completely infatuated with them. Every time he saw them, his heart would race and his palms would sweat. He wanted nothing more than to make them his, to have them all to himself.

But when he found out that Y/N was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it. He had been scrolling through his phone when he saw a text from Y/N, excitedly confirming that she had a date with someone else. His heart sank and his mind went into overdrive. Who was this guy? How long had they been seeing each other? Why hadn't Y/N told him?

Taehyung couldn't take it. He had to do something. He couldn't just sit back and watch his crush go on a date with someone else. He had to make them see that he was the one for them, that they belonged together.

He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Y/N's number. It rang a few times before they picked up.

'Hey, Taehyung,' Y/N's voice sounded cheerful on the other end. It only made Taehyung's heart ache even more.

'Y/N, who is this guy you're going on a date with?' Taehyung asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

'What? Oh, he’s no one special.' Y/N sounded surprised.

'Who is he?' Taehyung repeated, feeling a surge of jealousy and anger building up inside him.

'It's just a guy I met at work. We're just going to grab some dinner,' Y/N explained, but Taehyung wasn't listening anymore. He heard the word 'just' and it didn't sit well with him.

'Just a guy? You're going on a date with just a guy?' Taehyung's voice rose in pitch, his emotions getting the better of him.

'It's not a big deal, Taehyung. We're just friends,' Y/N said, trying to calm him down.

'Just friends? You can't go on a date with just a friend, Y/N. It's not right,' Taehyung said, his voice shaking with anger.

'Taehyung, please calm down. It's just one dinner. I promise it's nothing serious,' Y/N pleaded, but Taehyung wasn't listening. He had already hung up the phone, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/N on a date with another guy.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to make Y/N see that they were meant to be together. He couldn't let anyone else come between them.

Taehyung quickly got dressed and made his way to the restaurant where Y/N and the other guy were supposed to be meeting. He waited outside, his heart beating rapidly as he watched couples walking in and out of the restaurant. He couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being with someone else.

Finally, he spotted them. Y/N and the other guy were walking towards the restaurant, laughing and chatting like old friends. Taehyung's heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. He couldn't take it any longer.

He stormed towards them, his eyes wild with jealousy and anger. 'Y/N!' he called out, causing both of them to stop and turn to him.

'Taehyung? What are you doing here?' Y/N asked, looking surprised and a bit worried.

'I can't let you go on a date with this guy. You belong with me, Y/N. You know that,' Taehyung said, his voice trembling with emotion.

'Taehyung, please calm down. We can talk about this,' Y/N said, trying to reason with him.

But Taehyung was beyond reason. He couldn't stand the thought of Y/N being with anyone else. Without thinking, he lunged towards the other guy, pushing him away from Y/N and grabbing their hand.

'Y/N, let's go. We can go somewhere else, just the two of us,' Taehyung said, his grip on Y/N's hand tight.

'Taehyung, stop! You're scaring me,' Y/N said, trying to pull away from him.

But Taehyung wouldn't let go. He was determined to make Y/N see that they were meant to be together. He had to protect them from anyone else who tried to come between them.

Jungkook:

Y/N, his childhood friend, had been the light in his life since they were little. He always admired her from afar, never daring to confess his true feelings for her.

But as they grew older, Jungkook's feelings for Y/N only grew stronger. He found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, but he was too scared to tell her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she rejected him and their friendship was ruined?

So, he kept his feelings hidden, content with just being by her side as her friend. But everything changed when he overheard Y/N talking to one of her friends about going on a date with another guy. His heart dropped to his stomach and his mind went blank.

He couldn't believe it. His Y/N, the girl he had loved for so long, was going on a date with someone else. The thought of her being with someone else made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone other than him.

Jungkook's mind started to spiral out of control. He couldn't think straight, and the only thought that consumed him was that he needed to stop Y/N from going on that date. He had to make her see that he was the only one for her.

He started to stalk her, following her every move, making sure she was safe and that no one would harm her. He even went as far as to install a tracking app on her phone, so he could always know her whereabouts. He was becoming possessive, and his love for her was turning into an obsession.

But Y/N didn't notice anything different about Jungkook. She was too busy getting ready for her date and was excited to finally go out with someone. Little did she know, her childhood friend was slowly losing his sanity.

As she left for her date, Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He followed her to the location and watched from a distance as she walked hand in hand with the other guy. His heart shattered into a million pieces, and he couldn't control his emotions any longer.

He stormed towards them, rage filling his body. He didn't care about anything else but making that guy pay for taking Y/N away from him. He grabbed the guy by the collar and pulled him away from Y/N, ready to attack.

Y/N was shocked and scared at Jungkook's sudden outburst. She had never seen this side of him before. She tried to calm him down, but he was too far gone. He was screaming and yelling at the other guy, accusing him of stealing his Y/N away from him.

The guy managed to break free from Jungkook's grip and ran away, leaving Y/N alone with a crazed Jungkook. She was scared and didn't know what to do. She tried to talk to him, but he was too consumed by his possessiveness towards her.

In a moment of desperation, Y/N confessed her feelings for Jungkook, hoping it would calm him down. And to her surprise, it did. Jungkook's eyes softened, and he calmed down, realizing what he had almost done.

He hugged Y/N tightly, apologizing for his behavior and promising to never let anyone come between them again. Y/N was shocked and confused by his sudden change of heart, but she couldn't deny the love she felt for him.

Hey all!

I was just wondering, was there another genre of BTS members you wanted to read about? Like, we got mafia, regular au, did you want another??? Let me know 😉

Angst Taehyung x reader. 😭 please and thank you.

Warnings: fighting, arguing, yelling, leaving

The tension in the air was thick as you sat on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at your boyfriend, Taehyung. He had just walked in the door, looking exhausted and stressed, as usual. But this time, you couldn't hold back your frustration any longer.

'Where have you been?' you demanded, your voice sharp.

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'Work,' he replied simply, avoiding your gaze.

'Work? You mean the place that you spend every waking moment at, while ignoring me and our relationship?' you retorted, your voice rising in anger.

He finally looked at you, his eyes filled with guilt. 'I know I've been busy, but you know how important this project is for my career,' he said, his tone pleading for understanding.

You scoffed, uncrossing your arms and standing up to face him. 'Your career? What about our relationship? We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, you're always too tired to do anything,' you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

Taehyung's expression turned to one of frustration, and he raised his voice. 'Do you think I want to be working all the time? Do you think I enjoy not being able to spend time with you? But this is my dream, Y/N. I can't just give it up,' he yelled, his hands gesturing wildly.

Your heart clenched at his words, but you refused to back down. 'I'm not asking you to give up your dream, Taehyung. I just want you to find a balance. We used to do everything together, but now I feel like I'm not even a priority in your life,' you said, your voice breaking.

Taehyung's expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. 'I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll try to make more time for us, I promise,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

But you couldn't help the tears that spilled from your eyes. 'It's not just about making time, Taehyung. It's about the effort and attention you put into our relationship. I want to feel like I still matter to you,' you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung pulled you into a hug, and you buried your face in his chest, letting out all the emotions you had been holding back. 'I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll do anything to make it up to you,' he whispered, his voice full of regret.

For the next few days, Taehyung made an effort to spend more time with you. He took you out on dates, cooked dinner for you, and even surprised you with small gestures of affection. But as much as you appreciated his efforts, you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was all just temporary.

One night, as you were lying in bed, Taehyung's phone rang. He groaned and reached over to answer it, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. But when you heard the conversation, your heart sank.

'Sorry, I can't. I'm busy with Y/N tonight,' Taehyung said into the phone, his tone dismissive.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then you heard a deep voice say, 'Come on, Taehyung. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You can't pass it up.'

Your heart dropped as Taehyung replied, 'I'll see what I can do,' before hanging up.

He turned to you, a sheepish expression on his face. 'I'm sorry, Y/N. My boss needs me to work late tonight,' he said, his voice apologetic.

But you were done. You couldn't take it anymore. 'No, Taehyung. I'm not putting up with this anymore. You promised you would make time for us, but it's always work first,' you said, your voice shaking with anger.

Taehyung's face fell, and he reached out to grab your hand. 'Please, Y/N. I'll make it up to you, I promise,' he pleaded, but you shook your head.

'No, Taehyung. I'm tired of always being second best. I deserve someone who will put me first, not just when it's convenient for them,' you said, your voice firm.

Tears were streaming down your face as you packed a bag and left the apartment, leaving Taehyung alone with his thoughts. You didn't know where you were going, but you knew you needed time to think and figure out what you wanted.

Days turned into weeks, and you still hadn't heard from Taehyung. You tried to distract yourself with work and spending time with friends, but your heart was still heavy with the memories of your relationship with Taehyung.

One day, as you were walking home from work, you saw Taehyung standing outside your apartment building. You froze, unsure of what to do. But before you could make a move, he saw you and ran over, his eyes filled with regret.

'I'm sorry, Y/N. I know I messed up. I've been so focused on my career that I forgot about what's really important. You,' he said, his voice desperate.

You looked at him, your heart aching at his words. 'Taehyung, I love you. But I can't keep living like this. I need someone who will prioritize our relationship,' you said, your voice trembling.

Taehyung nodded, tears in his eyes. 'I understand. I'll do whatever it takes to make it right. I don't want to lose you,' he said, his voice breaking.

You both stood there, tears streaming down your faces, as you talked and worked through your issues. It wasn't easy, but you both made a conscious effort to communicate and find a balance between work and your relationship.

In the end, your love for each other was stronger than any argument or obstacle. And from then on, you both made sure to always put each other first, no matter how busy life got.

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Can I get a jimin fic where he'd our nemesis but y/n gets jealous and then fucks y/n into the oblivion, pure smut? 🥹

I loved writing this one🥹 so sad to see it go, but so happy to share it with you

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, and pure smut

18+ ONLY

Jimin had been eyeing Y/N all night, his desire growing with each passing moment. She was the epitome of pure sex, and he couldn't resist the urge to have her. As the night wore on, the tension between them grew, and eventually, they found themselves alone in Jimin's bedroom.

Without any words, Jimin pressed Y/N against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his soft hair.

Their clothes were quickly discarded, and Y/N found herself pressed against the bed, Jimin hovering over her. His intense gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't wait any longer. She needed him, all of him.

Jimin's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. He sucked and nibbled on her skin, marking her as his. Y/N's hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling as his mouth made its way down her body.

She gasped as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. His other hand massaged her breast, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. Jimin switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention before trailing his kisses down her stomach.

Y/N's breath hitched as Jimin's lips hovered over her core. She was wet and ready for him, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her. His tongue darted out, teasing her entrance before delving inside. Y/N moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as Jimin's tongue explored her depths.

He flicked his tongue against her clit, causing her to buck her hips in pleasure. Jimin's hands held her down as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. Y/N's moans grew louder, and she couldn't take it anymore.

'Jimin, please,' she begged, her voice filled with need.

He smirked, knowing that he had her exactly where he wanted her. Jimin stood up, his eyes locked with Y/N's as he slowly entered her. She was tight and hot around him, and he couldn't help but groan at the feeling.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the pleasure building with each thrust. Jimin's hands traveled down to Y/N's hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her. She moaned and cried out his name, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

'Fuck, Y/N,' Jimin groaned, his pace becoming more frantic. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final thrust, he sent them both over the edge. They cried out in unison as they reached their release, their bodies trembling with pleasure.

Jimin collapsed beside Y/N, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

'That was...' Y/N trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

'Amazing,' Jimin finished for her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and the feeling of their bodies intertwined. But it wasn't long before their desires took over again, and they were back at it, exploring each other's bodies with pure abandon.

And as the night turned to morning, they continued to pleasure each other, losing themselves in the oblivion of pure sex.

Who knew it only took you almost fighting a girl?

Can I get a mafia jungkook smut in the balcony of a penthouse of a tall newyork building (im sorry my English is bad) just make it very nasty and filthy pls.

Yo I just woke up and saw this😭 I can totally do it and your English is very good!

Warnings: I honestly just write rough sex, enjoy you nasty people 😏

18+ ONLY

The air was thick with tension as Jungkook, the notorious leader of the New York City Mafia, stood on the balcony of his penthouse. He leaned against the railing, his eyes scanning the cityscape below. He could feel the eyes of his men on him, their silent admiration for their fearless leader evident in their gaze.

But Jungkook had something else on his mind tonight. He wanted her. The woman who had been haunting his dreams for weeks. Her name was Y/N, a fierce and beautiful member of a rival gang. But to Jungkook, she was more than just an enemy. She was a challenge.

He turned to his men, his voice low and commanding. 'Leave us,' he said, his eyes never leaving the city below.

They obeyed without question, knowing better than to defy their leader. Jungkook watched as they filed out of the penthouse, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He closed his eyes, picturing Y/N's face, her fiery spirit, and her body, oh her body. He could feel himself growing hard at the mere thought of her.

When he opened his eyes, she was standing before him, her eyes blazing with defiance. 'What do you want, Jungkook?' she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

He smirked, taking a step closer to her. 'You,' he said, his voice husky with desire.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 'I'm not some toy for you to play with,' she said, her tone challenging.

Jungkook chuckled, his eyes raking over her body. 'Oh, I know that,' he said, his voice dripping with lust. 'But I also know that you want me just as much as I want you.'

Y/N's face flushed with anger, but Jungkook could see the desire burning in her eyes. He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her roughly against him. She gasped, but didn't push him away.

Their lips crashed together in a frenzy, their tongues battling for dominance. Jungkook's hands roamed over her body, his touch rough and possessive. He could feel her body responding to him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

He pulled away, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. He reached up and pulled down the zipper of her dress, the fabric falling to the floor in a heap. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her standing before him in nothing but her black lace lingerie.

'Beautiful,' he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

Y/N's cheeks flushed at his words, but she didn't have time to respond as Jungkook pulled her to him once again, his lips claiming hers in a heated kiss. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the edge of the balcony.

'Jungkook, what are you doing?' she gasped, her heart racing with excitement and fear.

He didn't answer, instead, he pushed her back against the railing, the cool metal pressing against her skin. He knelt down, his lips trailing down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. When he reached her panties, he tore them off with his teeth, his mouth finding its way to her core.

Y/N moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in Jungkook's hair as he pleasured her with his tongue. He could feel her body trembling with need, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

'Jungkook, I need you,' she gasped, her voice desperate.

He stood up, his lips claiming hers once again as he lifted her up, her back pressed against the cold glass of the balcony. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with his tip before thrusting into her with one swift movement.

Y/N cried out, her nails digging into Jungkook's back as he filled her completely. He began to move, his thrusts rough and unrelenting. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their moans and cries filling the air as they reached new heights of pleasure.

'Harder, Jungkook,' she begged, her voice raw with need.

He complied, his hips slamming into hers with a force that left her breathless. They were lost in a world of pleasure, the sounds of their moans and the city below the only things that existed.

Jungkook could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his body tense with need. He could tell Y/N was close too, her body trembling in his arms.

'Come for me, Y/N,' he growled, his voice filled with desire.

And with one final thrust, they both reached their climax, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their release. They collapsed against each other, their breathing heavy and their bodies spent.

Jungkook pulled Y/N into his arms, his lips trailing down her neck as they caught their breath. 'You're mine now,' he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. 'Just for tonight,' she said, her voice teasing.

But they both knew it wasn't just for tonight. They were bound to each other now, their passion and desire for one another too strong to ignore.

As they stood on the balcony, looking out over the city, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their story. A story filled with lust, danger, and a love that was as dangerous as it was intense. And they wouldn't want it any other way.

Can I get a smut with jhope and a fem reader who’s a virgin for thé time pls 🙏🏾 age gap

Hobi is so sweet but I feel like he’d fuck the shit out of you…yk?

Warning: mentions loss of virginity, Hobi being a cutie, some heavy petting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), penetration (vaginal), CAR SEX

18+ ONLY

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the city as Y/N walked through the bustling streets. She had just finished her last exam of the semester and was finally free to enjoy her summer break. As she made her way home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. She had been saving herself for the right person and tonight, she was going to give herself to J-Hope.

They had been friends for a while now, but Y/N had always secretly harbored feelings for him. She never had the courage to confess her feelings, but tonight, everything was going to change. J-Hope had asked her out on a date and she knew that this was her chance.

As she walked into her apartment, she quickly freshened up and changed into a cute sundress. She checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before heading out to meet J-Hope. He was waiting for her outside, leaning against his car with a smile on his face.

'Hey, Y/N. You look beautiful,' he said, his eyes lighting up as he saw her.

'Thank you, J-Hope. You look handsome as always,' she replied, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

They got into the car and drove to a secluded spot by the beach. J-Hope had set up a romantic picnic for them, complete with candles, wine, and delicious food. They sat down on the blanket and talked for hours, laughing and getting to know each other even more.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned more serious. J-Hope opened up about his dreams and aspirations, and Y/N couldn't help but be in awe of him. She realized that she had fallen even more in love with him.

As they finished their wine, J-Hope leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes and melted into the kiss. J-Hope deepened the kiss, his hands trailing down her back and pulling her closer to him.

Their kisses became more passionate, and soon enough, J-Hope's hands were roaming all over Y/N's body. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He cupped her breasts, causing her to gasp and arch her back into his touch.

'J-Hope, I-I've never done this before,' Y/N stuttered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

J-Hope pulled away and looked into her eyes. 'It's okay, Y/N. I'll be gentle with you. I promise,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

With a nod from Y/N, J-Hope picked her up and carried her to the backseat of his car. He laid her down and hovered over her, his lips never leaving hers. He slowly started to remove her dress, revealing her lacy bra and panties. Y/N's breathing became uneven as she felt his gaze on her body.

J-Hope took his time exploring every inch of her body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. Y/N moaned and writhed under his touch, her body responding to him in ways she never thought possible. When he reached her core, she gasped as he gently rubbed her through her panties.

'Do you want me to stop, Y/N?' J-Hope asked, looking into her eyes for permission.

'No, please don't stop,' she pleaded, her voice filled with desire.

With a smirk, J-Hope removed her panties and slowly started to lick and suck on her sensitive nub. Y/N moaned and arched her back, her hands tangled in his hair. She had never felt this much pleasure before and she never wanted it to end.

J-Hope could sense that she was close and he didn't want to rush her. He wanted to make her first time special and memorable. He moved his mouth down to her entrance and slowly inserted a finger, causing Y/N to cry out in pleasure.

As he pumped his finger in and out of her, he added another one and soon enough, Y/N was writhing and moaning uncontrollably. She was on the brink of her first orgasm when J-Hope suddenly stopped.

'J-Hope, why did you stop?' Y/N asked, her voice filled with frustration.

'I want to make love to you, Y/N. I want your first time to be special,' J-Hope said, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

He removed his clothes and positioned himself between her legs. He slowly entered her, giving her time to adjust to his size. Y/N moaned and clung onto him, her nails digging into his back.

J-Hope moved slowly at first, giving Y/N time to get used to the feeling. But as their passion grew, their pace quickened. Their moans and cries filled the car as they reached new heights of pleasure.

As they both reached their climax, they collapsed onto each other, their bodies covered in sweat. J-Hope pulled Y/N into his arms and kissed her forehead.

'Thank you, J-Hope. That was amazing,' Y/N said, her voice filled with love and contentment.

'Thank you for trusting me, Y/N. I promise to always take care of you,' J-Hope replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

As they cuddled in the backseat of the car, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for this unforgettable experience. She had given herself to the man she loved and it was everything she ever dreamed of and more. From that moment on, she knew that J-Hope was the one for her, and she couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him.

Can I get a mafia yoongi Drabble where they are forced to get married. But at the last second the reader runs away and thinks the coast is clear but yoongi finds her and smut ensues??

Nah because I actually had a lot of fun writing this one 😭😭 I also tried writing with “Y/N” so let me know if you like it!

Warnings: mentions of smut (not completely tho), slight angst in a way??, runaway bride 🏃‍♀️👰‍♀️, kinda yandere vibes

The rain pounded against the windows of the small church as Y/N stood at the altar, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was being forced to marry one of the most feared mafia leaders in the country, Min Yoongi.

She had always known about Yoongi and his infamous reputation in the underworld, but she never thought she would be caught up in it. Her father, who was deeply in debt to Yoongi, had made a deal with him to marry Y/N in order to clear his debts.

Y/N's hands were shaking as she held onto her bouquet of white roses, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew deep down that there was no way out. She was trapped in this marriage and there was nothing she could do about it.

As the priest began the ceremony, Y/N's eyes darted around the room, searching for any possible way out. But her hopes were dashed as she saw Yoongi's men stationed at every exit, guns at the ready.

'Y/N, do you take Min Yoongi as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?' the priest asked, his voice echoing in the quiet church.

Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked at the man standing before her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of determination and anger. She knew she had no choice but to say yes.

'I-I do,' she stuttered, her voice barely audible.

'Yoongi, do you take Y/N as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?' the priest asked, turning to face Yoongi.

Yoongi's gaze never left Y/N's as he answered, 'I do.'

The priest pronounced them husband and wife, and Yoongi wasted no time in pulling Y/N into a searing kiss. Y/N tried to pull away, but Yoongi's grip on her was too strong. She could feel his anger and frustration through the roughness of his kiss.

As they pulled away, Y/N's mind was racing with thoughts of escape. She needed to get out of here, before it was too late. But before she could make a move, Yoongi's voice cut through her thoughts.

'Let's go home, Mrs. Min,' he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N's heart dropped at the sound of those words. She was now officially married to one of the most dangerous men in the country, and there was no turning back.

As they arrived at Yoongi's luxurious mansion, Y/N was greeted by a group of women who were to be her new servants. They showed her to her room, which was more like a prison cell. It had no windows and only one door, which she knew was guarded at all times.

Y/N couldn't believe the situation she was in. She was trapped in a loveless marriage to a man she barely knew, and she had no way out. But she refused to give up. She would find a way to escape, no matter what it took.

As the days went by, Y/N tried to make the best of her situation. She would often find Yoongi in his study, surrounded by his men, discussing business. She could see the ruthless side of him during those meetings, and it only made her fear him more.

But as the nights went by, Y/N found herself drawn to Yoongi's bedroom. She couldn't explain the pull she felt towards him, but she knew she needed him. She needed to feel something other than fear and resentment.

One night, as she lay in her bed, she heard noises coming from Yoongi's room. She couldn't resist the urge to see what was happening, so she quietly made her way to his room and peeked through the slightly open door.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Yoongi with another woman, his hands roaming her body as they kissed passionately. Y/N's heart shattered at the sight, but she couldn't look away.

Suddenly, Yoongi's eyes snapped open and he caught sight of Y/N standing in the doorway. Without a word, he pulled the woman off of him and stormed towards Y/N.

'What are you doing here?' he growled, his eyes blazing with anger.

'I-I heard noises and I-I wanted to see what was happening,' Y/N stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady.

'Get out,' Yoongi spat, his hand grabbing Y/N's arm and pushing her out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Y/N couldn't hold back her tears as she made her way back to her room. She couldn't believe that Yoongi was already cheating on her, just days after their forced marriage. She felt so alone and trapped, with no one to turn to.

But little did she know, Yoongi was also feeling trapped. He didn't want this marriage any more than she did, but he had no choice. He needed to maintain his reputation and keeping Y/N as his wife was the only way to do that.

As the days went by, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. She could feel Yoongi's gaze on her at all times, and it only made her more anxious. She knew she needed to get out of here, before it was too late.

One night, as she lay in bed, she heard a noise outside her room. She cautiously got up and made her way to the door, hoping it was someone who could help her escape.

But as she opened the door, she was met with darkness. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her from behind and a cloth was placed over her mouth. She tried to scream, but the cloth muffled her voice. Before she could fight back, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she found herself in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere. She looked around, confused and disoriented, until she saw Yoongi sitting in a chair across from her, a cold expression on his face.

'What is this place?' Y/N asked, her voice trembling with fear.

'It's a safe house,' Yoongi answered, his voice devoid of any emotion.

'Why am I here?' Y/N asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

'Because you tried to run away. I can't have my wife trying to escape,' Yoongi said, his eyes never leaving Y/N's.

Y/N's heart dropped at the mention of her forced marriage. She couldn't believe that she was still stuck in this situation.

'Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise,' Y/N pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

'I can't do that, Y/N. You know too much about me and my business. I can't risk you going to the authorities,' Yoongi said, his voice cold and calculated.

Y/N's heart shattered at his words. She was just a pawn in his game, a means to maintain his power and control. She felt so helpless and alone.

But as the days went by, Y/N and Yoongi's relationship began to change. They started talking more and slowly, Y/N began to see a different side of Yoongi. He wasn't just a ruthless mafia leader, he was also a man who had been forced into this life, just like her.

One night, as they sat by the fire, Yoongi reached out and took Y/N's hand in his. She looked at him, surprised by his sudden gesture.

'I know this isn't the ideal situation, Y/N. But I want you to know that I won't hurt you. I never wanted this marriage, but I promise to protect you and keep you safe,' Yoongi said, his voice sincere.

Y/N's heart melted at his words. She never thought she would find any sort of comfort in this situation, but Yoongi's words gave her a glimmer of hope.

As they sat there, holding hands and talking, their conversation turned into something more. Yoongi's lips were on hers, and she couldn't resist him any longer. She needed this, she needed to feel something other than fear and resentment.

Their kiss turned into something more passionate and intense, and before they knew it, they were making love on the floor of the cabin. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, their moans filling the small space.

As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just made love to her forced husband, the man she was supposed to fear and hate.

But as Yoongi held her close, she couldn't deny the feelings she had for him. She knew that this was wrong and that she should hate him, but she couldn't. She was falling for him, and there was no turning back.

From that day on, Y/N and Yoongi's relationship changed. They were no longer just a forced couple, but two people who had found solace and love in the most unexpected situation.

As they returned to the mansion, Y/N knew that things would be different from now on. She was no longer a prisoner in this marriage, but a willing partner to the man she loved.

And as they walked through the door, hand in hand, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events. She had found love in the most unlikely of places, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Hey can I have a mafia Taehyung × reader arranged marriage au where he is really standoffish with her but then slowly they fall in love but some angst too

OKAY I’m so sorry for putting this one off for so long! I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, I wanted to make it perfect, so I really hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: angst and some arguments

You never thought you would end up in an arranged marriage, let alone with the leader of a notorious mafia group. But here you were, standing in a grand hall with your hand in his, exchanging vows in front of a room full of strangers.

Taehyung, your husband, was the epitome of coldness. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was with a sharpness that made you shrink away. You couldn't understand why he had agreed to this marriage if he had no intention of making it work.

But as the days went by, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes held a hint of pain, that made you want to get to know him better.

One evening, while sitting in the garden of your new home, you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation with him.

'Taehyung, do you ever regret this marriage?' you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. 'Why do you ask?' he replied, his tone guarded.

You took a deep breath. 'Because it seems like you don't want to be here, and I don't want to force you into something you don't want.'

He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. 'I didn't have a choice in this marriage. My father arranged it with your family to create an alliance between our two organizations. I never wanted to be married, let alone to someone I barely know.'

You felt a pang of sympathy for him. You couldn't imagine being forced into a marriage, especially with someone you didn't have any feelings for. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel hurt by his lack of interest in you.

The months went by, and you tried your best to make the marriage work. You cooked his favorite meals, left little notes for him, and even tried to initiate physical intimacy. But every attempt was met with indifference or rejection.

One day, in a fit of frustration, you confronted him. 'Why won't you even try to make this work? I know we didn't choose this marriage, but can't we at least try to get to know each other?'

He scoffed and turned away from you. 'What's the point? We both know this is just a business deal. I have no interest in getting to know you, or anyone for that matter.'

You felt your heart shatter at his words. In that moment, you realized that no matter how hard you tried, you would never be able to break through the walls he had built around himself.

The next few weeks were filled with tension and silence between the two of you. You couldn't bear to be in the same room as him, and he seemed to be avoiding you as well.

But one day, as you were getting ready to leave for work, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Taehyung standing there, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

'I'm sorry,' he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I've been a terrible husband to you. I know I can't make up for it, but I want to try. I want us to make this work.'

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and you knew that he was being genuine.

'I want that too,' you replied, your voice breaking.

From that moment on, things changed between the two of you. You started to talk more, to laugh and joke with each other. And slowly, you fell in love with each other.

But just when you thought everything was perfect, an argument broke out between the two of you. It started over something small, but quickly escalated into something bigger. Hurtful words were exchanged, and before you knew it, Taehyung stormed out of the house.

You spent the rest of the night crying, wondering if this was the end of your marriage. But the next morning, Taehyung came back with a bouquet of flowers and a sincere apology.

'I never want to lose you,' he said, tears in his eyes. 'I know I can be difficult, but I promise to do better. I love you.'

And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together. Your arranged marriage may have started off on rocky ground, but it had led you to a love that was worth fighting for.

Hey there! I hope you're doing well. Your work is awesome 😍There is this comment still going on in my mind in one of JK's weverse live, "Jungkook are you Kor-IAN?" And the face he made and the expressions he gave it just lit up a fire inside me about the 🔞 FF. If possible for you, If you're not burdened please can you make one FF for me? About how Y/N is JK's virgin best friend/arranged wife, and how Y/N teases JK for the whole week or so on this Kor-IAN thing and one day he has enough of all the teasing and doms her in the sexiest way he can after posting that shirtless tiktok. And if you could please copy this song in the ff when the steamy part begins. I am really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I didn't intend to make you so...

https://www.instagram.com/reels/audio/1283716275746612/

OH MY GOD THIS ONE IS SO HOT😫 you’re never a burden to me, and thank you! I’m glad you like my work! I searched up the clip of JK getting called kor-IAN and that face…that face he made was fucking hot…I hope you enjoy this Warnings: Jungkook being a literal daddy(I can’t with this man), fingering, oral sex(fem receiving), squirting

18+ ONLY

How did you end up like this? Jungkook was behind you, holding you tightly while fucking himself into you. How did this happen? I’ll tell you how it happened, after watching his weverse live, you found out that he accidentally revealed the name Ian, which he chose for his private TikTok account. You had teased him relentlessly, poking fun at your future husband. Every time you teased, you could see this glint in his eyes, a glint that made it look like he wanted to ravish you. Accidentally taking it too far, that’s how you ended up like this…bent over the desk in your shared bedroom, one of his hands wrapping around your stomach ( so you wouldn’t get hurt by his rapid thrusts, pushing you into the edge of the table), while the other was at your clit. Nothing about this interaction had been slow, the second he came home, you teased him and that was the final straw.

https://www.instagram.com/reels/audio/1283716275746612/

“Who’s fucking your pussy so good, huh? It’s not fucking Ian is it, baby girl?” Jungkook asked as he thrusted his cock deep into you. He stretching you out so fucking good, making you a dripping mess on his cock.

“Y-you….Jungkook….m’fucking my pussy so good…!” You whined out as he slid his cock out, replacing it with his fingers. His fingers moved fast, touching you with complete pleasure.

“Is it still okay? I’m not hurting you?” Jungkook asks gently, a total contrast from how he was just acting. But you felt a warm sense flow through your body as you nodded, knowing that he was willing to take care of you. This is what friends did…right? Take care of each other? If so, then you wanted this every day. Keeping his fingers in you, he slowly kissed down your body, making sure to kiss, lick and caress every inch of your body. He didn’t know if you were insecure or not, but after this, he’d make sure to love every inch of you. Jungkook was now kneeling between your legs, placing your thighs over his shoulders so he was face to face with your pussy. Throwing your head back, you felt his warm breath, his got tongue, everything you could’ve dreamt of. Carefully, he took your clit into his mouth, gently sucking on it, scraping his teeth over it a little. It made you mewl, your hips jumping at the amazing feeling. Slowly sucking on your clit made you see stars, you couldn’t breathe, getting so close to the edge. Jungkook took this as a sign to start fucking you again. He positioned himself overtop of you, guiding his cock into your dripping cunt. As he started thrusting again you could feel yourself feeling something, but it wasn’t an orgasm…SHIT!

“Jung-! Jungkook, wait, wait, I have to pee!” You tried to stop him frantically, but waves of pleasure rushed over your body.

“Shh…it’s okay, baby, it’s not pee, I promise. If it is, I couldn’t care less, okay? Just let it happen, do it for me, princess?” He caressed your face, nipping at your neck, rocking his hips into yours again.

“Kookie….cant…won’t…mmghhh…!” Your walls squeezed him tightly, bringing you right over the edge, squirting all over his lower abdomen. He came inside of you, letting out low groans as he finished himself off. He slowly slipped out of you and went to start a bath. Once he helped settle you in the bubble bath, he kneeled beside the bath, gently washing your body.

“Are we still friends…?” You asked quietly, looking straight ahead, scared for the answer.

“Baby, I just fucked you and you’re asking if we’re friends?” He looked at you, his hands halting their movements, “You’re going to be my wife in a few weeks, I think we’re way past friendship.” Chuckling, he cupped your chin in one of his hands, giving you a long and loving kiss.

Kissing him back, you pulled away for air, “Sorry, I just thought it was a one time thing…”

“I would never be able to only make love to you one time. I’m gonna make sure to treat you like a queen every night. Understand, princess?”

“I do…”

A few weeks later, you said those exact same words.

Can I get mafiajimin and pregnant fem fiancé being worried and gentle with her with soft smut

oh my god so many requests! I love them!💕💕

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, pregnant sex, Jimin being a total softie for reader🥺, fingering, squirting

18+ ONLY

“Come on! Only one orgasm? Pleaseeee?” You’d been begging Jimin to make you cum for a while now. Now, before you start questioning, you’re currently 9 months pregnant. And Jimin has been the most careful about you in that time more than ever before in your relationship. But his one rule was ‘nothing that could harm our little mochi.’ So as the months went on, you only got hornier and hornier.

“No! Jagyia, we said nothing that could harm our little one!” He tried to protest, it’s not that he found you disgusting or didn’t want to make you feel good, he was just extremely nervous about hurting the baby somehow.

“I did some research! You won’t hurt me or the baby! If anything, it’ll release endorphins that will be good for us!” Closer…

“Where did you read that from?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“This medical website! I promise, it will all be okay!” Closer…

“…fine. But this will be the only time until after the birth. Got it jagyia?” Bingo!

You nodded your head eagerly, giving him a heated kiss. He grabbed your hands and guided you over to your couch, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was definitely extremely horny from having to wait nine months. He slid down your sweats and panties, showing off your glistening pussy. Jimin but his bottom lip, gently touching your swollen and sensitive folds. You moaned a little, “M’sorry…I didn’t think you’d actually agree so I didn’t have time to shave…” you admitted slightly embarrassed.

“Jagyia, I get to touch your pretty pussy after nine months, I could care less if you were shaved or not.” The comment made your cheeks turn a bright red.

He started slowly, gently rubbing your clit in circles, spreading your slick around, making you a mess already. When he felt like you were ready, he pressed his fingers into you. Being pregnant had its quirks! Extra sensitive pussy! Your hips jumped at the foreign feeling, making your thighs shake a little from how good it already felt. He took care of you. Slowly pumping his fingers into your pussy, reaching in deep to reach your g-spot. When he found it, he wasted no time in abusing it. You could feel his fingers tickle the inside of your pussy, the pressure point being overly sensitive. It made you see stars. He used his other hand to rub your clit again, applying more pressure to both. You could feel the build up of your orgasm…it was close, but different…he sped up his pace, and before you knew it, you were squirting. You moaned loudly and lifted your hips, Jimin kept his pace going, fast with lots of pressure. It seemed as if it would never stop, but when it did, Jimin pulled out his fingers and licked them clean.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant more often if it means you do that” he chuckled at himself.

Hey can I have a mafia Taehyung × reader where she is a detective angst to fluff please

Also a mafia jungkook × spy reader where he is there to find info about him but they fall in love angst wit fluff ending

Sorry if it's too much

hello! So I did end up choosing only one to do, but if you would like me to do the other one some time in the future, don’t be afraid to ask! Warning: angst

It was never meant to happen. It was supposed to be a quick job…how did we end up like this?

Your assignment was to spy on the Mafia leader, Jungkook, and report back to your boss. But it didn’t go as planned. You were never meant to fall for him, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t…at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I fucking trusted you! I let you in and you fucking betrayed me!” Jungkook’s voice boomed throughout the house. He had found out that you were meant to spy on him and report back to your boss. “How could you do this to me?! To US?! You’re a fucked up person!” He screamed at you with everything he could.

“I swear to god, I didn’t say anything! I promise! I haven’t said a word to my boss! This wasn’t supposed to happen, kookie! I wasn’t supposed to-!” You cut yourself off, you were only digging a deeper and deeper grave for yourself.

“You have no goddamned right to call me that. Do you understand me? You’ve betrayed my trust. You destroyed everything we made together. It’s all your fault.” He spat in your face. He was beyond angry. Beyond feeling hurt and sad, he was vengeful.

“Kook, you gotta listen to me! I didn’t do anything! I prom-….i didn't….baby…” I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, never before crying in front of him. Yet I couldn’t turn away…I’d hurt him. I would never forgive myself.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Hm? Was it so you could kill me yourself? Get some extra dirt on me to give to your boss? God, you’re probably fucking him, aren’t you?!” His insults were becoming worse and worse. Deeper and deeper.

“IT WAS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” You yelled back at him. The forbidden words you two had yet to say to each other, came spilling out of your mouth in a slight desperation.

“You…what?” Jungkook stood there quietly, his once violent and aggressive voice now turned soft and vulnerable. “You love me?”

You scoffed as you wiped away your tears, “Of course I love you…how could I not? You’re perfect…I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring myself to follow through with the assignment. The original plan was to get into a relationship and then be able to get information about you. But…my plans got changed when I actually started to fall in love with you. I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to see me right now, I’ll take my lea-”

You were stopped by strong hands gently grabbing your waist, pulling you close. A gentle pair of lips met yours, kissing you softly, full of love. “Please don’t go…I don’t want you to leave. Stay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things…”

“No, it’s alright. I get it, you were mad. I thought I lost you….” You spoke softly, looking into his deep brown eyes that you loved so deeply.

“You’d never lose me. I love you too much.” Jungkook spoke gently, cupping your face, showing a gentle smile.

“I love you too, kookie.” Smiling, you gave him another kiss.

Can I get a mafia Namjoon and Fem reader Birthday smut age gap like 29 and 23 please 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

I’m absolutely loving your asks! I saw this and was like, done.

Warnings: age gap, smut, lingerie, oral sex (make receiving), choke on that dick!!!, cream pie, namjoon being pussy whipped 🥹

18+ ONLY

You weren’t sure how it all started, but what you did know was that you were now on your knees for the birthday boy. He was holding your hair, pulling you down onto his cock, making you choke and slobber on his dick. He was the birthday boy after all!

It started with you dressing yourself up in a beautiful and sexy red set of lingerie, that left almost nothing to the imagination. That’s how you ended up here. Your boyfriend’s dick down your throat, making him a groaning and moaning mess.

“That’s right, take it like a good slut.” He almost growled out, being so fucked out that it was hard to control any kind of reaction he had. The wet sounds of your mouth on his cock was only egging him on even more. The more you were on your knees for him, the more his ego would grow. Only because he knew you’d do anything for him.

You pulled back, a string of spit connecting your lips to the swollen tip of his hard-on. “My knees hurt, joonie…” whimpering, you shifted on the floor, staring up at him as if you were an obedient puppy.

Namjoon held your hands and helped you up, making you sit over his lap. “Does it feel better now, darling,” he asked softly, gently rubbing your knees.

You nod your head, already grinding on his cock. He let out a low moan, guiding your hips to move you faster. He needed this. He craved this. His hips jump up a little, trying to get more of your slick on himself. Gently, he helped position you into your hands and knees, kneeling behind you. You were able to feel the tip of his dick being rubbed between your folds, teased at your opening. “Joonie, please…”

“Please what, princess?” He asked, slapping his dick over your clit.

“Please fuck me…” you begged, not wanting to have a punishment. You wanted to be on your best behaviour for him. He deserved it! You were his good girl. His one and only. Pushing his cock in, you could feel the stretch of your walls. No matter how much he stretched you out before hand, you were never truly prepared for him. You whined at the feeling of him in you, it wasn’t your birthday, but it sure was a present! Pumping slowly in and out of you, he’d let you adjust to the sudden stretch, Once you were okay with the feeling, he would speed up, making the sound of skin slapping together echo off the walls.

It wasn’t too soon before he felt it, the tightening in his stomach. The clenching of your walls. The euphoria that came with the sudden orgasm. He rode out his high, pumping you full of his cum. When he pulled out, he could see his own cum dripping out of your cunt. His cum mixed with your juices looked like absolute heaven to him. You turned around and felt weak in the knees, giving him a gentle kiss, you whispered to him “Happy birthday, joonie…I love you.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he felt your body lean against his, “I love you so much more, princess.”

I’m BEGGING for a mafiaboss!Yoongi with an enemies to lovers vibe 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Hell yes!!! Nah, because I feel like even in a relationship with him, he’d still be stubborn but in a cute way ya know?

Warnings: mentions of blood, yoongi being a stubborn man, arguing (him telling you to take care of yourself 👀), mentions of not taking care of self properly (eating, sleeping)

You had been working for Min Yoongi for quite a while now being his secretary in a sense. He had horrible working hours, meaning that you had horrible working hours. You were the one that took care of all his meetings, research on targets and just regular chore things he apparently couldn’t do himself (🙄). Sure, he payed well and was nice to look at, but he was a pain in your ass. Almost every day he would have some sort of obscene job for you to complete by the end of the day, and you were 99.9% sure he hated you. You definitely hated him! Who makes a person work on their birthday?! Min Yoongi does, that’s who! You’d missed countless family gatherings, birthdays and random celebrations, just because he gave you a new job. You definitely hated him.

“Where are my files, ___? I need them by 2pm. Get it done.” Speak of the devil and he shall appear! A new job, files that he should be doing, but is instead giving to you because he’s probably too lazy to do it. You scoffed quietly and took the stack of files to your smaller desk that was located outside of his meeting room.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, jackass…” you whispered under your breath. But almost immediately regretted it when you heard his footsteps stop.

“Excuse me?” He said in a dark and threatening tone.

You froze, turning to look at him. “Of course, sir. I’ll have those done.” Giving a small bow, you tried to grab the files and make an escape.

“No, what did you say? Because I know for a fact that you did not just say that. Tell me right now.” His voice was only getting deeper, walking closer towards you.

Your eyes widened, backing up a little. Yes he was a total asshat, but something inside you turned…you felt oddly attracted to him. Wait…WHAT?! No, no, no! Stop thinking like that! “Forgive me, s-sir, I misspoke. It will not happen again.”

“It better not.” He spat, walking past you. “Have those files done by the time I get back.”

You didn’t have time to respond before he walked away and out of sight. Damn…you fucked up, but maybe it was worth it…

~~~ Hours later, you were still working on the files. It was a bunch of bullshit about this upcoming event that he planned on attending so that he could assassinate some rich guy. What a load of bull. You felt like crap, you hadn’t eaten and barely got sleep the night before. It was an awful habit of yours, working so much that you forgot to take basic care of yourself. You had planned on fixing that, you really had, but after working for Yoongi, that plan seemed to crumple up and get thrown into the sewer. You heard steps, heavy ones, ones that sounded fuzzy. Looking up, you saw Yoongi, covered in someone else’s blood. The sight made you nauseous.

“Are the files complete?” He asked in a cold and distant tone.

“Yes, they are, sir…” you slurred out, resting your head in your hand. Composing yourself, you stood up and grabbed the files, handing them to him. The drowsiness got to you and you stumbled, dropping the files, papers scattered everywhere. He caught you in his strong arms, holding your weight.

“The hell…? What’s wrong? ___? ___?!” That was the last thing you heard before passing out.

~~~ You woke up…some time later, but not where you thought you’d be. You were in some dark room, under a blanket. You sat up, trying to make out anything in the dark room, when the door opened. A warm hand touched your forehead, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness to see who it is.

“You know, you should be taking care of yourself.” A deep voice spoke, ah shit, Yoongi. “When was the last time you ate? Or slept?”

“Uhm, I ate today. And slept last night.” You spoke in a quiet voice. Trying to look away.

“Be honest.” He spoke sternly.

“A banana…and only about an hour…”

You could hear the disappointment in his singular sigh. He stood up and turned on a lamp, oh…you were in his office. It was pretty nice…has a couch and everything.

“I’ll be back with food.” He began making his way to the door again.

“You really don’t need to-!”

“But I will. Because I care about you, kitten. Now take a nap. You need it.” He said softly, walking out of the room, closing the door for you to rest.