This Is Really Random, But Imagine Jimin And You As Really Close Friends, And That He Calls You Noona.

This is really random, but imagine Jimin and you as really close friends, and that he calls you noona. And then one perfectly sober night (so maybe it was the cold), you two end up having sex, like really intense, hard-pounding, skin-clawing sex; and he wakes up the next morning looking all shy and slightly guilty, going "I'm sorry noona" because he thought he fucked up a perfectly good friendship. (and the only way to convince him otherwise was more sex lol)

changed it a bit cause drunken sex worked better but the proper smut comes later i promise hahah /lays down/ i had Ride by SoMo playing on loop for like a whole day to get this down man im so rusty with smut D: requests are: closed

tightroperated m for mama mia this got longword count: 3,729

Jimin’s hands travel down the skin of your back, his lipslatching onto your shoulder as he anchors you to him, your eyes squeezing shutas he opens his mouth to whisper against your ear, and god you want it—

“Noona~!”

You jolt up, cheeks burning, till you realize that thewarmth you’d been feeling along your skin is none other than Park Jimin,leaning too close, grinning to wide, eyes bent in their signature crescents andyou groan. That expression can’t bodewell.

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request: Scenario- friends with benefits with yoongi. You break it off cuz you love him. He starts getting jealous when you talk to other guys.

titel: we’re different

genre: jealousy, angst (kinda?), a little fluff

pairing: yoongi x you

word count: 1,658

A/N: Holy guacamole, this turned out longer than I thought lol. Anyways I hope this is kinda what you were looking for anonnie and if not I’m sorry heh, it’s my very first taken request v_v

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Tell Her You Love Her: Step Eleven: You'll Tell Her Them, Too...

Hello, everyone! Here’s step eleven! WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT! Enjoy. 

Tell Her You Love Her

Step 11: You’ll Tell Her Them, Too…

“Namjoon,” I sighed, pulling his long, lean body into mine, “Please—.”

My face was warm, flushed with desire or embarrassment—I still wasn’t certain about which. White-hot flames licked up my body with each kiss, each lingering brush of skin. It was a miracle I hadn’t caught fire—yet.

I had never, ever felt anything like this in my life. Had never known the pain, the ache—the agony of needing someone to just complete me.

Every time the bruised flesh of his lips met mine, I felt my senses crescendo to new heights. I was the towering skyscraper going up, up, up into clouds and sky and sunlight, unafraid of getting burned, or even worse, plummeting.

The pealing of bells sang in my ears, awakening some primal need within me—a part I never knew was chained away. Well, whatever it was, the shackles were loose. It was free. I was free. I came to life there in those devouring arms, in those tender fingers, in that hungry mouth. I found me. But, more importantly, I found him.

Somewhere in the canyon ripping through me—life as I knew it—there was Namjoon, waiting for me with the darkness of trees, with the rippling of lust, with my beating heart in his mouth. I swear I was losing my mind. That raw, undiluted passion pressing into my bone, straight into my blood, and then the impulse of each brain cell, until I was lost in illusion and fantasy.

His voice was husky, “Please, what?”

I couldn’t answer. Not with those hands and eyes, and God those lips sinking into me, tearing away the sentient part of me to reveal some uncaged, wild, feral animal inside. My fingers dug into the mattress, trying desperately to buoy me to some part of this world.

Is this real?

As if in answer, his swollen lips brushed down the column of my throat, holding onto that thread that was tethering us to sanity—to a semblance of reality and all of its consequences. But I was gone, lost in feral fantasies. There was no string left for me. Hell, I am fairly certain I forgot my damn name—I know that I forgot about my life. My friends. My lovers.

It was just me and Namjoon. Swimming in forbidden waters. We circled round and round the stormy water until those waves were surging right for us. I was drowning in it—that magnificent, powerful desire.

Why did I wait so long to do this?

My mind never reached an answer. I’m not even sure that it finished the question before his lips nipped at my ear, his tongue running the perimeter of the hardened tip, to the fleshy lobe, and finally back to my neck. I felt his breath on my collarbone, his body sliding over mine, our clothes begging to be shrugged away, to lie forgotten somewhere far, far away.

I found my voice on a sharp intake of breath, his teeth doing unimaginable things to my shoulder. “Ah—please…please. Too—too much clothing.”

And I was going to New York with dreams of journalism. Right. I couldn’t even form a complete sentence! What was circulating in my brain? What drug had stupefied me?

A soft, sensual laugh escaped his plush mouth, those long fingers sliding his own shirt over his head. My cheeks warmed instantly. I had, of course, seen my best friend without a shirt before, but this was different. It meant something new.

A promise; an oath between lovers. The gate that had been locked for so long trundled open, waiting for me to cross—to step over that threshold and erase the line.

Glittering onyx eyes met mine expectantly, flashing in bars of moonlight. I bit my lip, nervous swarms of butterflies wheeling in my belly. The heat of my cheeks was a wildfire that spread to my neck and chest as my hands trembled over my tank top. I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t let him see how truly nervous I was.

So I averted my gaze. But he was there to pull me back, to lead me toward that gate once again.

“Let me,” Namjoon purred, his hands covering mine.

They were so warm, so sure. The crown of his head met mine, craning me up to peer into those breathtaking eyes as he carefully, so carefully, slid the cotton of my top away. Inch by inch I felt myself being exposed to his steady, bright gaze: the swatch of stomach above my shorts; the tiny, decorative bellybutton; the staircase of ribs; and, finally, the lace covering my breasts.

I felt every insecurity rack me in the gut. I’m too fat. I’m too ugly. I’m too…

“Goddamn—you’re beautiful, you know that?”

Those sharpened knives dove back into their respective drawers to be revisited at another time. For now, Namjoon had control of my securities, my confidence—my heart. I loosed a breath, tremors still raking down my body as his chest brushed mine. His eyes found my darting pair, and he smiled—no predator sensuality, just a chaste, warm smile that held me still, his palms cupping my cheeks.

“We don’t have to do this, ok?” I nodded and began looking down again, but he gave my face a gentle squeeze. “Just tell me when to stop.”

But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to live in this glorious moment for an eternity, not the blink of a mortal life. I wanted this piece of him for myself. It was selfish, and needy, and possessive, but it was so true it pained me to think that it really was just a brief, passing moment of human life.

That epiphany set off something inside of me—some sort of primal aggression. One that sent me clinging to him, breathing him in greedy gulps, consuming anything I found within. His eyes widened, utterly shocked by the shift. Who is this girl?  

I felt—more than moved—my mouth collide with his, teeth singing painfully as they crashed, and my tongue swept the aching porcelain, delving into his sweet, sweet mouth. Memorizing the sinuous cavern, I felt his arms encircling my waist, holding me to his molten heat, the shock dissipating.

His hands were rooting through my sun-kissed hair, touching my nape with such sexual prowess I nearly melted away. My own hands clawed at the golden skin of his shoulders, his arms, his back—anything I could find purchase upon. The dance between mouths and tongues, and dominance, and lust raging on within this fleeting moment.

We may not have an eternity, but I sure as hell am going to make this last as long as possible…

Aggression subsided, as uncertainty, awkwardness, and embarrassment took the reins once again. My lips halted in their pursuit down his jaw and neck, unsure of how to proceed. I was letting logic cloud instinct. Fear of the unknown had me caught in its web, frozen in its phantom fingers. Blinking, I stared at the planes of his chest, marveling at how the white-wine glow of starlight lit each muscle, each line, to absolute perfection.

Barrels of uncertainty fell over me. How can I please this perfect being? How can I touch him? How do I touch him?

But then I saw those eyes. Those eyes that glittered like tiny universes. Those eyes with their nebulous glow. Eyes that beheld me in the same way I did him. With love, with admiration, with fear and disbelief—with the heat of earth’s scorching core.

Just do it.

“Do you want to sto—.”

I dove into those lips once more—departing through the swinging gate; past the point of no return. I was vulnerable—totally exposed in those twisted sheets, writhing along a sea of gold. An ocean made of secrets and sighs and skin. Finally, only our flesh parted us, and then it was like we were one—like we were really, truly apart of each other. One breath; one, single, throbbing, beating heart.

“Are you ready?”

The precipice loomed before me. A dark, indefinite ravine. Should I jump? Or will I stay here, hanging onto this edge. Onto my safety. Onto my sanity.  

My throat worked down a nervous lump. My blood rushed in my ears until it was the only sound in the sticky room. Namjoon’s groans and my breathless sighs disappearing in hazy little clouds, hiding behind that harvest moon.

I had dreamed of this moment for so long, had waited patiently to embrace it. I envisioned how he would taste, feel, touch, but now that I was here, teetering on this cliff, I found myself hesitant, afraid of that endless fall.

Will you catch me, Namjoon? Or will I splatter over the jagged stones left behind? Will you leave behind more scars for someone else to kiss, to caress—to coax back into a cage?  

His eyes were watching, waiting—waiting for me to make up my mind: to stay or jump. Jump with him. Cross that line in the sand.

Fingers brushed my cheeks, steadying his impulsive, naked hips. The tip of his sex pressed into my thigh, and it was all I could do to breathe, to remind my lungs what that even meant.

Goodnight, love. I love you—always. Sweet dreams. —Noah.

Noah.

Who?

Noah.

Oh, God…

“I can’t—I can’t do this!” I cried. My palms were pushing that perfect heat away, pushing that gate firmly closed. I wriggled free from his grasp. A petrified child cowering in the corner of my bed.

“You have to leave.”

“Please, don’t do this. Please, not aga—,” he begged. Those hands fumbled for the girl he’d awoken on the lawn.

She was fading. Fast.

“Now.” My voice was a flat, dead thing in my throat. The air was polluted with it, suffocating us—choking me.

How could I have forgotten about Noah? How could I do this to him?

Because you love Namjoon.

Ebony eyes flashed, nameless emotion flickering within those glowing embers as he scuttled away, collecting his clothes with inhuman speed. He was at the doorway before I’d even lifted my head from my knees.

“What happened…what happened to your dream?” The back of his tee-shirt shifted with the word, moving with his strangled cry.

I found my own voice to be brittle, threatening to crumble with each strained breath. “It’s complicated, Namjoon. Noah—he—.”

One muscular arm braced itself to the doorframe. His shoulders racking with sobs at the mere mention of my boyfriend’s name. Cries clawed their way up my throat for Namjoon, for our lost dreams, for Noah, for my betrayal.

And then, my best friend said in his smooth, calm voice, “I understand.” And just like that, he was gone. A fading white dot on my stairs, on the concrete, in his car, driving back to his reality while I sat broken in mine.

“You’re still my dream,” I whispered, rocking onto my heels, salted cheeks cold against the warm summer night.

My phone vibrated, lighting with one message to remind me that, “yes, tonight was real, and you royally messed it up. Nice going.”

Namjoon’s name. I winced, but allowed myself to read the words typed on the screen: You’re still my dream. When you remember that girl that said the same to me, find me. I’ll be waiting. Goodbye. Good luck in the Big Apple, I always knew you could do it, bucket. I love you.  

I never replied before I left for my new journey. I left behind the tension, that night, and Kim Namjoon. But I brought along the baggage of guilt, anger (with myself), and Noah.

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Don’t worry beautiful people, that is NOT the final step! More to come next time! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought! 

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Monster // A Jimin Scenario.

The morning news is filled with stories of missing persons from all over the region. They believe they are all related, and, you admit, it sure does seem that way. From what witnesses there are, which isn’t many, the attacker was all described the same way: “a black shadow that moved like lightning with claws like daggers."  What kind of beast lurked the streets outside at night? You thought monsters were just make believe creatures from stories, but could this be a fable come true? The thought makes you uneasy. As the attacks move closer to home, you are nervous to even venture next door at night. 

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Early Mornings (Suga x Reader)

Requested by minjnie/myworldisj-rock: Hi, your scenarios are just amazing, can you pretty please *puppy eyes* write some fluffy, but little bit smut scenario with Suga? I love you *hug* 

 [[A/N: I really hope you like it 😁😁😁]] 

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You sat in your bed watching over your boyfriend sleeping. You were attentive to many things while Yoongi was asleep such as how his chest rose at the amount of air he inhaled and how it fell as he deeply exhaled, or how cute he looked with his mouth slightly open. You were always so fascinated by him when he slept. His eyebrows gently quivered as his eye lids slowly opened, the first thing he saw when he awoke was your face beaming while the rays of the daylight illuminated your skin - this was probably due to him trying to gain back his consciousness but he could have sworn that he saw you glowing in the midst of the early morning. He extended his arms and legs out to stretch, his arm ever so lightly nudged you as a feeble smile placed itself on his lips “_____~ah” he groaned in a deep sleepy voice. 

Your lips brushed against his forehead barely giving him as much of a peck so he sluggishly wrapped his arms and legs around you, enveloping you in an amorous embrace “Yoongi~ah … Aish jinjja?!” He looked down, nodding at you “Ne. I’ll only let you go if …” You looked up at him quite alarmed and apprehending whatever he wanted to request “Ne? If what?” He smirked narrowing his eyes to trick you into thinking he was going to say something dirty “If you promise to stay in with me today.” Your eyes squinted as you grinned “Ok, ok I promise.” He loosened his grip on you however you didn’t feel like getting off him therefore you laid your head against his chest listening to the steady pace of his heartbeat while he tangled his fingers in your hair - gently playing with it by twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger “Jagiya, I don’t feel like getting out of bed today.” You tutted at his comment “Aniyo … I’m not letting you miss breakfast this time” he stopped playing with your hair and proceeded to hold your hand close to his face so that the back of your hand rested against his cheek “When have I ever missed breakfast?” He smugly smiled at you “Really?” You raised your eyebrows as to avoid stating the obvious “Fine, I’ll eat breakfast” you sat up “Good because I put my heart and soul into cooking your breakfast”

You led him down to the kitchen by firmly holding onto his wrists as he strolled behind you. He wiped his eyes to distinguish that he wasn’t seeing things, it had surprised him that everything was already set up - all the food was prepared the only thing that was left to be done was to eat it. “Wait, when did you wake up?” He frowned while sitting at the table “It doesn’t matter” impatience had over taken your actions leading you to try to feed him what you had prepared but he shut his lips tightly to prevent the food from entering his mouth “Ah Yoongi don’t be like this …” He stared at you waiting for you to tell him at what time you woke up “Arasso arasso. I’ll admit that I woke up at least an hour early to prepare this … Can you please just eat it?” He opened his mouth allowing you to finally feed him “You must be so tired. Next time, you should sleep more. I can take care of myself” he spoke with a mouth full of food “Is it good?” You tried to change the subject at all cost to distract him from the fact that you were often lacking sleep just so you could take care of him. You didn’t get much opportunities to take care of him as he was usually always working meaning the time you had together was often very limited. He put his thumb up in response and grabbed the chopsticks out of your hands “Hajima, please? You don’t have to feed me, I can do it myself. But, I think you should just go relax, arachi?” You got up lightly showering his face with kisses “Okay … If you need me I’ll be in the shower”

You hurried to the bathroom wishing to take a quick shower so that you could later watch over him. You couldn’t help but feel responsible over him - it’s not as if you were a clingy girlfriend because you really wasn’t but there were times when you didn’t particularly want to leave his side … In a way, you could say that you wanted to profit merely from his presence. Rushing out of your clothes you turned on the tap to test the temperature of the water before going in the enclosed shower cubicle. Once you got in, minuscule sprinkles of lukewarm water poured over you making you feel refreshed. You adored the feeling of the water slowly trickling on your skin, sure it tickled but it was an indescribable feeling of cleanliness. After a couple of seconds, you started rubbing your body with soap and then blindly shampooing your hair with one of the brands Yoongi used for his hair. The water easily washed out the product but the smell remained imprinted on you.

Showering really relaxed you - sometimes it would make you a little bit too relax meaning you would get so deep into your thoughts that you would forget that the water was still running. On top of the noise of the water running you could hear Yoongi making his way into the bathroom. The whole glass cubicle of the shower was vaporised with steam making it hard to distinguish what Yoongi was doing. You chose to ignore him because you were used for him to come in and out the bathroom whenever you were showering however you started getting worried when you didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom. It felt so bizarre for you to be able to hear his footsteps getting closer causing you to stay almost motionless under the shower jet.

Yoongi unexpectedly entered the cubicle, he pressed his naked body against yours from behind and placed his arms around your waist. So far, you weren’t ready to even question what he was doing. There was something about his skin ship that always seemed to reassure you - somehow no matter how tense you were, as soon as he touched you everything relaxed. His hands started rubbing the sides of your arms up and down at a lengthy pace while he planted soft kisses on your shoulder. An excited huff of air left your lips as you exhaled “Yoongi?” He hummed in response as he stuffed his face into the crook of your neck “W-what are you doing?” You gently shrugged him off your shoulder so you could turn around to face him “I need a shower too.” He chuckled whilst his hands yanked your wrists to bring your body closer to his “Couldn’t you wait until I finished?” He shook his head ever so slightly “Why?” his eyes shifted from one of your eye to the other, making you feel immensely thrilled at just the thought of sharing the shower with him “Because I love you” he kissed your cheek but you turned your head so that his kiss would land on your lips “I love you too” you mumbled against his lips.

Even though you had been together for a while - his kisses had elements of shyness whenever it came to making out, it was as if he was hesitant to allow his tongue to do as much as brush your bottom lip therefore you had to give him a signal. You parted your lips getting your wrists out of his grasp by comfortably placing your hands at the nape of his neck, gaining more access to his lips to deepen the kiss. Even though on the interior his tongue was wildly attacking yours, the kiss was totally different on the exterior as his kiss didn’t lack any passion. There was something so thrilling about the sexual tension you had in the shower because it was so rare for you guys to have sex in the shower. You were people who believed that the shower was just used to wash yourselves and if you were together you would wash each other so when the opportunity came for you to fornicate under the water pouring over you, you couldn’t really refuse - it felt like a new experiment as if you were able to relive the times of when you were a virgin. The warmth of water only added to the excitement.

He was extremely sensitive to everything, all it took for him to fully erect was merely the contact of your breath tickling the surface of his skin as you broke from the kiss. His erection was gently poking at your inner thigh, it didn’t take you by surprise however you hadn’t expected him to get stiff so quickly. Enclosing your fingers around him, you pumped his member this made him slightly flustered causing his hand to slip over the tap completely turning off the running water. You couldn’t figure out why you found his reaction to your touch so cute but sexy at the same time. It majorly aroused you seeing how he squirmed when you stroked him.

He took your hand off of his cock as he didn’t want you to finish him off so soon, he didn’t feel prepared to cum … Not yet. Once again, his lips were pressed against yours, this time however he suavely approached closer towards you making you back up into the wall. He reached for your leg securing it under his arm as you wrapped it around his waist. He teased your clit by rubbing his length against it - truly he did this to properly prepare himself to enter you and to stimulate you. He cautiously positioned himself at your opening before finally entering you as deeply as he could, softly groaning in your ear and moving his body closer into you to feel your nipples hardening against his chest. It seemed as though his thrusts into you were quick yet tender but the power of him inside you contradicted the movement of his thrusts. This massively satisfied you, occasionally he tried to find the spot inside you that caused you to writhe with pleasure so you decided to help him out attempting to gratify him by discretely moving your hips in circular motions but just enough so that he could fell what you were doing to him. Almost immediately his breathing intensified, you both moved so in sync together that he struggled to even mumble under his breath. He maintained eye contact with you, admiring how beautiful you looked as he made love to you besides he loved observing the affect he had on you.

You weren’t exactly draining his energy plus he had promised himself that he wouldn’t stop until he reached that special spot inside you. He managed to slow down the pace at which he was thrusting to really focus on reaching his ‘main aim’. As soon as he found it, he repetitively hit that spot with the head of his member to make you squeal with pleasure. Your moans resonated in his ears just the way he wanted it to, your moans were like music to his ears. He adored the sound of exhilaration that evaded your mouth, he placed his lips on yours - muffling and swallowing your moans. He had the feeling of butterflies installing themselves in his stomach and with one last deep thrust his releases shot up inside you causing you to bite down on his bottom lip, you used his shoulders as a support but your nails dug so deeply into his skin that you genuinely thought you were hurting him “Oh mianhae” he caressed your wet cheek “It’s fine … Don’t worry about it.”

A few minutes later when you were both finally out of the shower and completely dried, you had put on a pair of pants and wore one of his shirts that fell just above your knees. He was laying in bed listening to a song that he had recently produced. You came to lay next to him proposing to listen to it “Aniyo … It’s not finished yet.” You pouted “Oh geurae” he put his arm around you leading you to lazily sink into bed, your eye lids started to feel heavy - you couldn’t keep your eyes open they were shutting on their own accord “Fine, you can listen to it” he realised that you weren’t responding and quickly glanced down at you only to see that you were fast asleep “_____~ah? Jagiya?” He smiled at how angelic you appeared while you were asleep, his lips lightly pecked your forehead “Saranghae, sleep well" 

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