you watch us run

private party → 01™

genre: smut, fwb!au, slight fluff, brother’s best friend!au
word count: 5.9k

The only girl Jungkook wants is the one he can never have.

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

The door to Jungkook’s home carelessly flew open and his lips were instantly pressed to yours. He swiftly closed the door behind you with his foot before pushing you against the wall. You melted into him as you coiled your arms around his neck, your lips finding his in a sweet, but intense kiss. His tongue tapped your lips for entrance and you let out a small moan of approval, causing him to grin as he broke the kiss, attacking every centimetre of exposed skin that he could find on your neck and jawline.

“God, dinner lasted forever,” you gasped breathlessly, letting your head fall back against the wall as he feathered kisses across your jawline, “And your little trick under the table almost got us caught.”

He pressed his erection into your lower stomach as he lowered his lips to your ear and his voice came out in a deep hiss. “I guess I just can’t resist you,” he spoke huskily, his tongue lightly brushing against your earlobe as he smirked and kissed your sweet spot behind your ear. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your lips parting slightly as you breathed out a moan and melted into him and the wall behind you. If his body hadn’t been pressed against yours, you knew you would’ve slid down the wall. He barely did anything to you and you already felt utterly wrecked. Your legs felt like jello and your breathing was heavy. You couldn’t think of something funny or sarcastic to say, so you focused on calming your pounding heart.

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One Track Mind
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • John: *sitting in his chair, tapping his leg; bored*
  • Rosamund: *colouring; looks up* What's wrong, Daddy?
  • John: *raises an eyebrow* Have you noticed lately...your Uncle manages to make every conversation about your Aunt?
  • Rosamund: *giggles* Really?
  • John: *nods* Watch *clears his throat; leans around his chair* hey, Sherlock? What time is that client due?
  • Sherlock: *still looking through the microscope* Four thirty. Half an hour before my wife's shift ends.
  • John: *gestures*
  • Rosamund: *happily* Ooh, lemme try *excited* Uncle Sherlock, on the way home from school, I saw a squirrel and- and it runned up a tree!
  • Sherlock: *looks up; smiles* That's nice.
  • Rosamund: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *softly* Molly likes to feed the squirrels. We go to the park especially *goes back to work*
  • Rosmund: *grins at her dad* That's love, bitch.
  • John: ...
  • Rosamund: *goes back to colouring*
Lights, Camera, Action ( i )

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Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Excerpt: ‘ Your face had spread into a smirk, reaching over you pulled one of the cameras off the stand and brought it over so the audience could see his wrecked out form better.

Genre: smut, camboy! jimin

Length: 1.1k

A/N: so this happened,, and there are loads of parts but it’s so much fun to write so i’m not complaning. if you want to see anything make a request and please show some suPPORT!!! cus i need motivation to churn these out no matter how much i love them lol rip

this chapter is mainly setting up a realtionship and foundation but its gonna get real dirty in the following chapters

Warnings: bdsm

Originally posted by harunyany

“I’m awake,” Jimin turned to look at you, shoulders rising and falling in a deep sleep, but instead he moved to lay on your chest, “Y/N pay attention to me.” You let out a raspy groan, your eyes slowly opening to be greeted with his black bed hair and wide mischevious smile.

With another moan, you raised your arms and Jimin’s smiled widened as he closed his eyes ready for a hug before he was abruptly shoved off of your warm chest with a grunt, “we’re not on camera anymore, stop being a brat.”

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Romantic interpretations of the Doctor&Clara are like making one of those ludicrously complex Masterchef-type dishes, dry and arid and spicy, bits that crunch over occasional balls of something savoury smooth, layering in hints of sour or salt—and then, at the end, grabbing a entire bottle of syrup and drowning it.

(Nothing against people who do that, but, like… what?)

(The Doctor&River, on the other hand, is like a fruity, juicy dessert, dollops of custard and moist cakes that blend in just a little bitterness at the back of your throat, topped with wafer or crushed nuts or those swirly solid caramel things—just as complex, just as tasty, but this time the syrup is meant to be there. Always was.)