#bts jeon jeongguk
the love of my life
no one asked but…..I miss bts :(
will never forget the chaos that happened when this picture was posted
happy birthday to my sunshine ☀️
happy birthday cutie pie
jikook at the beginning of the decade v.s. the end
ੈ♡‧₊" ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ᵒᶠ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ “ ྀ ྀ
Jungkook: Unfortunately for everybody else, I’m going to keep doing whatever I want.
Jungkook: If we’re ever in a situation where I’m the voice of reason…
Jungkook: Then we’re in a very very badsituation.
Hoseok: Why are your fingers covered in bandaids?? What happened??
Jungkook: Y'know those chefs on tv who can chop up vegetables really really fast??
Hoseok: … Yeah..
Jungkook: I can’t do that.
happy jungkook day everybody
the broken hearts club
TYPES OF KINKS (MAKNAE LINE)
includes hard kinks
Park Jimin-
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Agoraphilia - preference for having sex in public places or outdoors
“Jimin, there are people watching,” Yn hissed as Jimin hitched Yn’s skirt up her thigh, making her breath shallow. “Darling, relax and focus on the movie, people won’t know unless you want them to,” he replied with a sweet smile as his fingers found their way underneath her panties, Yn gripped the handle of the car door tight, trying to control her expressions as an orgasm ripped through her body.
Masochism - physically or psychologically suffering pain or humiliation for sexual gratification.
Jimin moaned as Yn grinned, rolling her hips on his clothed lap, he wasn’t allowed to touch, just feel and see, he could feel himself reach the point of no control and he was sure Yn could see how desperate he was. “What a slut,” Yn scoffed when she felt Jimin’s pants dampen from his orgasm.
Blindfold:sexual preference for blindfolding a partner.
“Jimin-ah are you sure about this,” Yn asked as Jimin tightened the blind fold, “Just trust me baby, I will never hurt you.”
Pet play: any kink where someone acts like a domesticated pet.
“Come show me what a good puppy you are darling, I need to make sure I’m training you well.”
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Kim Taehyung -
Hard Dom
Acarophilia: arousal from scratching. Scratching is often an element incorporated into rough sex.
“Taehyung what’s that on your back?” Jin asked as he eyed the scratches which seemed quite deep. Tae just smirked, his mind going back to last night, the nasty, rough fun the two of you had on pretty much every counter of the house and how much he had loved the feeling of your nails digging into his back.
Barebacking: sex without a condom.
“Fuck Yn you feel so good, oh my God, fuckk, I’m going to cum inside you baby.”
Begging: kink for begging and pleading
“Beg baby, you can’t have all this just for free, you have to ask for it and you have to ask nicely,” Taehyung smirked, placing a peck on yn’s jaw. He wanted her to beg, he wanted her to tell him just how much she wanted his cock in her pretty little mouth.
Collaring: the act of wearing a collar to show submission, loyalty and/or devotion to a dominant. The collar may be an actual collar purchased from a pet store, one that is hand-tooled or a safe-for-work necklace or choker that can be worn in non-kinky spaces.
Taehyung pulled Yn closer by her choker, tucking her into his side, he didn’t want others anywhere near his darling Yn, that was what the choker was for. A collar, just more fashionable and pretty, it made Yn look gorgeous but more importantly it made her look taken.
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Jeon Jungkook
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Vincilagnia: kink for being tied up and at the mercy of another person
“Fuckk, Yn babe, slow down before I cum in my pants, Jesus fucking christ”
“Sorry babe, but no,” ; continues torture
Teasing (Tantalolagnia): To enjoy teasing as sexual gratification.
Jungkook slowly rubbed the head of his cock against Yn’s cute little opening, teasing her with the tip, he could hear Yn hiss in frustration but he didn’t care, what he care about right now was to make Yn cry.
Masochism: enjoyment of pain, punishment, and torture.+ Sadism
Face fucking: an extreme form of blowjob where a man roughly fucks a partner’s mouth.
“Fuck babe, you look so hot taking my cock down your throat like a good whore.
(Bro I always thought of jungkook as a baby, I never thought of him as a sexual person even though he loved groping everyone’s butt which is why I had such a tough time picking kinks for him lol.)
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Theme: Roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, fuckboy Jungkook x fuckgirl reader.
Summary: He was tired of waiting for her.
Warning: swearing
A/n note: I really need to get the next chapter of run going but enjoy this while I do that
Like and reblog pls <3
“Jesus Yn you’re heavy,” Jungkook huffed as she threw herself on him, his arms automatically wrapping around her waist to stop her from falling and hurting herself, it was like muscle memory.
“Jungkookieee I missed youuuuuu,” she slurred as she locked her hands behind his neck. Yn was a lovey-dovey drunk and she was adamant about showering him with all her love and affection whenever she came home hammered.
“I missed you too,” Jungkook lied as he dragged Yn to the kitchen, her feet barely grazing the floor as they walked.
“Sit down,” Jungkook demanded once they made it to the kitchen counter and Yn followed his command obediently.
“Good girl,” Jungkook praised as he left her side to fill up a glass of water, he didn’t notice the blush that decorated her cheeks.
He went to grab Yn’s makeup bag from the bathroom while she finished the glass of water, hoping that she’d sober up a little by the time he came back.
“Look up,” he instructed, grabbing the makeup wipes from the pouch but Yn was also an extremely stubborn drunk, she kept her head down, refusing to look up.
“Yn….,” Jungkook called, a threat in his voice, “look up,” he said again, firmly gripping her chin to tilt it upwards, if she wasn’t going to do it he’d do it himself.
He got closer to her, wiping down the makeup gently, making sure to use the lightest touch that he could, he started with the smudged lipstick, wiping it away carefully.
“Jungkookie are you angry,” yn asked as she peered at his face, the crinkle of his brow made him look very sexy and intimidating but it wasn’t a good sign.
“No,” Jungkook denied, because it was true, he wasn’t angry, he was jealous, green with envy but not angry, he could never be angry at her.
He was jealous of all the men who had touched her, seen her, or even thought of her, all the men who weren’t good enough for her but still got a chance to be with her. It made him rage and storm but he’d never let her know that.
She didn’t have to know it, he’d just be here, in the back, silent and calm, an anchor to hold her steady while she went wild, he wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let any storm faze her, he’d carry the whole world if it meant she was happy.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Yn tipped his face in her little hands, angling his face to look at her and he could feel his breath being taken away as she grazed her fingers across his jaw.
She stared up at him, for eyes full of concern, and his heart raced at the pretty sight. She brushed his hair back, lovingly stroking his hair while she did so, he closed his eyes, putting this moment away for much later.
He let out a sigh after a moment, a sign full of frustration and longing before gently grabbing her wandering hands, bringing them back to her lap. He put on his strictest face before he opened his eyes, preparing himself for the doe eyes that would bring him to his knees someday.
“Come on Yn, time to go to bed,” he commanded, helping her off the counter. She wasn’t stumbling anymore, quietly walking to her room. She paused at the door, mumbling a quiet “good night Jungkookie,” before heading inside, closing the door behind her.
Jungkook went into his room to bury his face among his many pillows before loudly screaming into them. Calling himself a coward and a spineless fool before falling asleep to the thoughts of pretty yn and her pretty hands and her pretty lips and her pretty eyes and her pretty……..
Yn stared at the ceiling, her grip on the sheets so right it turned her knuckles pale. Her chest hurt as she heard the loud moans coming from the room right opposite hers.
Breathy moans and groans clouded her hearing as she flipped to the other side. No nightmare could be worse than this.
Okay maybe that was an exaggeration but she didn’t know how else to define the pain and sadness she felt. She rolled over again, pulling a pillow over her head to block the noise.
Her headphones were still in Jungkook’s room and she regretted lending them to him but there was nothing she could do about it now, she will have to deal with it.
She didn’t know why she still felt sad after a year of moving in here, she had heard it numerous times but the pain never went away, she never got used to the moans and grunts and the sounds of the squeaky headboard. She didn’t know how that was possible.
She had gotten used to his friends, his routine, his favorite meals, and his shows but she never, NEVER, got used to the girls he brought around every week.
It wasn’t like it was the same girl, it was always a different girl. He never gave them the chance to stop and talk, the chance of a second date but he was still giving them more of a chance than he was giving her.
They were all so pretty, with gorgeous hair and perfect makeup, their jawline sharp enough to cut glass, a striking contrast to her soft face, and finally, the sweet, melodious voice that they all seemed to possess, an overall 10 on 10, she couldn’t compete with them.
Her wishful thoughts that Jungkook would ever give her a chance formed a dark cloud over her mind as she tossed and turned in bed, drifting off to dreamland.
Jungkook grunted as he climbed the last flight of stairs to their apartment when he heard giggling.
Soft, beautiful, honey-like giggles were music to his ears but the deep throaty chuckle that followed was like Santa Clause and Jungkook felt his heart drop to his stomach as he contemplated not going in.
But what would he do? Go upstairs? Go to Namjoon hyung’s house and tell everyone about what a coward he was? Nope. Jungkook wasn’t one to be embarrassed that way.
He stabbed his key into the doorknob, twisting it open to see Yn and a guy with a receding hairline on the couch. Jungkook felt a sense of sadistic pleasure when the conversation halted and all of Yn’s attention shifted to him.
“Welcome back!” Yn greeted before turning back to Mr.Baldy who sat across from her while Jungkook made his way into his room, making sure to take more time than necessary.
He could hear the dude’s hushed “who was that?” Before he entered his room. Jungkook rejoiced knowing that he had made the guy uncomfortable before changing out of his work clothes and into his casuals, pulling on a tight-fitting t-shirt that stretched over his chest and grey joggers for the ultimate boyfriend look before heading out again. He had an appointment to attend to.
Yn stared at Jungkook’s fine ass as he left the house, unable to get her eyes off the thicc cake that he had and her date was clearly not happy with it.
“Are you are he’s just your roommate?” He questioned and Yn nodded frantically, “yea, of course,” she insisted, forcing her focus onto him.
“Why don’t we have a glass of wine,” she offered, getting off the couch. He seemed happy with the offer, slapped her ass as she left him alone to get the alcohol.
Yn tenderly rubbed her butt once she was in the confines of the kitchen, the burn of that smack reminding her why she wasn’t into spanking. Her sensitive little butt wouldn’t be able to handle the violation.
She grabbed the glasses and the bottle of wine before joining him in the living room again, he laid his hand on her thigh as she swirled her drink.
“You look really beautiful tonight,” he said, his hand trailing down Yn’s thigh, reaching the hem of her dress.
“It’s just for you,” Yn lied as he gently pried her legs apart. She placed her glass on the coffee table, trailing her hand up to his torso, leaning in to capture his lips with hers, his hand moving from her knee to the back of her neck when a loud shatter made her jump from her seat.
He had dropped the wine glass and now the mood was gone. “Fuck I’m so sorry!,” he yelled, kneeling to pick up the broken shards when Yn stopped him.
“It’s okay, I’ll clean that up don’t worry about it,” she assured. He moved away and all Yn could think about was how they were one glass short for movie night this month.
Jungkook was in tears from laughing so hard while Yn told him the events of her date after he left, glee taking over him as he heard of the kiss and the glass shattering.
“Serves you right for trying to lower your standards,” he teased, doubling over with laughter as they sat on the terrace, a bottle of cherry vodka between them. It was something they did when the two of them had a shitty day and some extra money to spend.
His day hadn’t been all that great compared to Yn but he wasn’t going to tell her that, she would let him live it down, especially if she found out how he had to jump through the window to get out.
“I wasn’t trying to lower my standards, he was a good guy okay,” Yn defended but even she knew the guy wasn’t worth her time. Jungkook gave her an amused look, “since when was a guy with a bald spot your type,” he snickered, narrowly avoiding her punch, Yn might look tiny but she hit hard.
“Seriously though,” Jungkook continued, avoiding Yn’s eyes as he spoke, “you deserve better Yn, much better.” She stared at Jungkook for a moment before turning to look at the sky, “You deserve better too Jungkook, so much better.”
“Ya Jin, wait for Jungkookie,” Yn demanded as she snuggled deeper into the blanket Jungkook had wrapped her in.
The boys who were scattered across the room in various seats waited patiently as Jungkook made popcorn. Yn opened her blanket wide for him once he came back, letting him into her warm cocoon when Taehyung spoke up.
“You’re both technically married,” he said as Jungkook sank into Yn’s blanket, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
Thetwo of them stared at each other, months worth of longing and sadness clouding their eyes, but neither of them saw it in the other.
I wish they thought before looking away from eachother. “It’s not like that,” Jungkook denied as he snuggled closed to her and she felt stabbing pain in her chest at the words but she shoved them down. Just like any other time.
Jungkook couldn’t believe he was doing this, he couldn’t believe he was doing this IN PUBLIC.
But he couldn’t stop himself as he clicked on the “fine love %” button on his laptop. He was supposed to be working, coding, doing what he was supposed to but here he was, putting in his and Yn’s names in the Love calculator.
It was the 12th time he had done this and he would try it till he got a perfect one hundred percent because he and yn were perfect for each other and a stupid love calculator couldn’t change that.
“You know, if you’re so desperate you could just confess,.” Namjoon’s deep voice interrupted Jungkook’s thoughts, making him jump out of his chair, hiding his laptop screen from the older guy.
“what do you mean hyung,” Jungkook laughed nervously, trying to play innocent but Namjoon wasn’t one to let him get away with it.
Namjoon was one who was adamant about ‘get your feelings out there’ and 'expressions’but there was no way Jungkook was going to confess.
“I’m talking about how you were calculating Yn and your love percentage and let me tell you, the two of you would be a perfect 100 if you both weren’t so fucking dumb,” Namjoon huffed.
“If you aren’t going to confess, maybe you should move on Jungkook,” Namjoon suggested as he looked over the menu, letting his words sink into Jungkook’s mind.
“Look, all you’re doing is hurting by being like this, you see Yn, you don’t t confess, yin keep those feeling bottled up like a pickle and then act surprised when the feelings rot and become stinky. You either need to move on or confess because if you don’t you’ll only end up hating Yn and I don’t think you want to do that, do you?” Namjoon explained, his voice monotonous as he gave Jungkook the facts.
It was true, all he’d feel was a pain if he kept those feelings bottled up, he’d have to let them go before they shriveled up into bitterness.
And Jungkook understood that he did but he didn’t know to bring it up to Yn, but he promised himself he’d do it someday, not today, but someday when he was sure she would love him just as much as he loved her.
On that day he’d put his fate and heart in her tiny hands and let her do as she saw fit.
“You smell different,” She realized as she leaned further into Jungkook’s fluffy hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and him.
“Yes, I ran out of shampoo, do I smell nice?” He asked as Yn refused to move her face from his hair, he smelled so fucking good and she couldn’t get herself to move away.
“I see you like it?” He concluded, not bothering to move away as she buried her face in his hair. “Oh God, you smell better than me,” she moaned making him laugh.
“I’ll use it again if that’s what makes you happy,” he replied and Yn felt a red tint take over her face as she pulled away, she didn’t expect him to say that and she wasn’t prepared for him to say stuff like that!
But she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about what he said. Did he really care that much about her? Was this a sign that he liked her? Was she overthinking? Did he say it as a friend or was he actually serious?
SHE COULDN’T WRAP HER BRAIN AROUND IT.
Jungkook sat on the arm of the couch waiting for Yn. He had been waiting for an hour now and his patience was wearing thin.
“Yn hurry up or I’m leaving,” Jungkook yelled just as the door clicked open and she came out looking gorgeous as hell and Jungkook swore his dick twitched just from looking at her.
“How do I look?” she asked, giving him a twirl making her skirt flare out. “You look pretty as fuck, lets go,” Jungkook assured as he guided Yn out of the house, grabbing a coat on the way out.
The club was crowded and the party was in full swing by the time they got there and it took a while for the two of them to find their friends.
Yn kept a firm grip on Jungkook’s arm so she wouldn’t get lost in the sea of dancing people, sticking as close to his much larger body as possible.
Jungkook shifted Yn’s grip from his arm to his hand, holding her soft palm in his, feeling his heart swell as he guided her to the V.I.P section.
Yn pretended not to notice Jungkook holding her hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice either and they could stay that way for a while.
Jungkook walked slower as they made their way to their friends, trying to extend the time he could hold Yn’s hand. He even made a few wrong turns here and there on purpose but she didn’t have to know that.
“Are you both finally together?” Jimin asked when they finally made it to the table, staring at their intertwined hands.
And despite how much it pained the two of them to pull their hands away, they did it as if they were scorched by each other’s touch, sitting in the last two seats that were left.
They ordered a round of drinks after which Yn demanded Jimin come dance with her. The two of them made their way onto the dance floor followed by Hobi and Taehyung when a pretty girl in an emerald green dress approached the table.
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Yn glared at the smudged lipstick on Jungkook’s lips which he didn’t seem to notice as he joined the table two hours later.
Her blood boiled as she downed the shot of vodka, raising her hand for another glass. “You need to slow down Yn,” Jungkook suggested but Yn paid him no attention only giving him a very pissed of “hm!” Before downing the next shot.
Everyone else had gotten a partner to dance with, leaving only the two of them at their table. “Yn calm down or you’re gonna get sick,” Jungkook voiced out, worried about her when Yn turned her dagger-like eyes at him.
“Are you angry with me?” He asked, taking the hint but Yn didn’t answer, ordering another drink for herself but the look on her face was enough to convince Jungkook that something was wrong.
“What did I do? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, clueless and very worried about whatever crime he had committed.
Yn pulled herself off her seat, stomping her way towards him, standing between his legs. “Fuck you Jungkook,” she growled as she stared at his stained lips.
“Why, what did I do?” He asked, placing a palm on her hips to hold her steady.
He didn’t know if it was possible but Yn’s glare intensified. “What diD YOU DO? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING ME THAT? WHY DO YOU PLAY WITH ME LIKE THIS YOU FUCKING GUMBALL!?!?” She yelled, trying to kill him with her eyes but Jungkook was still clueless, an oblivious little turtle, that boy.
“Is this boy troubling you, darling,” a guy asked approaching the two of but he quickly left when Yn and Jungkook both told his fuck off before turning back to their conversation.
“Look Yn, I have no clue why you’re angry and I don’t know why you’re angry unless you TELL me, so speak up and what the hell do you mean I’m playing you huh, darling it’s YOU who’s been playing me like a ducking harmonica, not the other way around,” Jungkook huffed, he wasn’t someone to take insults lightly.
“YOU have lipstick on your face and it is driving me insane and how dare you accuse me of playing you, it was ME who had to hear you make some other girl cum every week,” Yn countered as she used her sleeve to aggressively scrub the lipstick off of Jungkook’s lips.
“Are you seriously jealous right now?” Jungkook asked, bewildered and mildly amused by Yn’s behavior.
“Nope, why would I be jealous, that’s crazy,” she denied, pulling away from him once the stain was gone and Jungkook missed the feeling of her body against his but he let her go.
“You wouldn’t have to be jealous if you had just kissed me first you know,” Jungkook retorted and it was true. He hadn’t even touched anyone tonight and the one girl he had made out with found someone else to go home with.
“I’m not jealous,” she repeated before excusing herself from the table, making a beeline for the balcony doors and Jungkook followed, maintaining a little distance between them while doing so.
“Yn look at me,” Jungkook gently asked, leaning against the railing of the balcony. Yn was next to him, but she refused to acknowledge him.
“Yn,” he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, sending shivers down her spine. “Yn, look at me,” he repeated and she obliged.
Her obedience rewarded with Jungkook pressing his lips firmly against hers, giving her a moment to respond. He was greeted with Yn’s soft lips molding with his and he swore he heard bells ring and fireworks.
He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her, the sweetness of her lips addicting and indulging making him crave more and more.
Yn stared at Jungkook once he pulled away, she swore she felt a build of lightning pass through her when he had kissed her, her palms were sweaty and her lios craved more of him.
“Why did you do that?” She asked, staring into his eyes and Jungkook took this as a chance to kiss her nose.
“Because I love you, silly,” he retorted, “and I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, it’s like a dream,” he added, his heart pounding as he waited for her to say something, anything.
Yn didn’t say anything, wordlessly reaching out to hold his face before pressing her lips against his, and Jungkook felt his heart grow light as he pulled her against his chest, deepening the kiss that relieved him of all the longing.
1 year later
Jungkook held Yn’s hand firmly in his as they followed the real estate guide from one room to another.
Their lease on the apartment was coming to an end and they wanted a bigger house that could fit a bigger bed. Jungkook was tired of tightening the screws of the headboard every few days.
“What do you think?” Yn asked, breaking his train of thought, “Nah, I think we should keep looking,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against the ring on Yn’s finger.
now I’m not saying that taehyung definitely has a muscle kink BUT he’s the only one who ever points out or gives attention to jungkook’s muscles even if its not needed at all
never gets old
