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[bbeanbbao]

hello there!

i guess as a little intro: thirty year old lover of all things bts, kpop, anime, fashion and cute things, and sometimes i write too! you can find my masterlist here - please check the tags before reading, and please no minors as my writing is mostly explicit. otherwise, enjoy! 💜

[hopelesstaemintic-deactivated20]

Whatever this is

It's finally complete, the story that was going to just be a silly sexy diversion of maybe a couple of hundred words and turned into nearly my longest work. I adore Taeil, Johnny, and Haechan together so much. Their dynamic is everything to me and I hope it will be to you too.

As per usual there is a mammoth related spotify playlist so you can listen along and links to that and my twitter (where I am much more active) are on my carrd.

STATUS:

Complete (11/04/24), 42,578 words, 11 chapters

SUMMARY:

You, a freelance writer in your thirties, finally have an excuse to get to know the cute guy next door (Taeil), but little did you think you'd be getting to know him so well, so soon. You also didn't count on him being a package deal with his two best friends (Haechan and Johnny). Will your hideous ex-boyfriend ruin everything? Or will the four of you find your own form of happy ever after?

RELATIONSHIPS:

Taeil/female reader, Johnny/female reader, Haechan/female reader

TAGS:

Older Woman/Younger Man, Polyamory, San Francisco, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Food, Neighbours to Lovers, Asshole Ex-Boyfriend, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Unprotected Sex, Fluff and Smut, Romance,Porn With Plot,Porn with Feelings, Healthy Relationships, just a shameless tribute to this trio, dance, Outdoor Sex, Tucked in t-shirts, chocolate cake, What on earth have I started?, Bagels, bad religious metaphors, Haechan is a little pervert, Mommy Kink, More cake than expected, I would make Johnny a sandwich, shameless fondness, extremely mild asphyxiation, it's business time

LINK TO FULL WORK

PREVIEW:

“Do you need a hand?”

You carefully twist your neck to peer around the top box of the pile in your arms. One false move and all seven are going to succumb to gravity, an outcome you should have foreseen prior to building your personal leaning tower of parcels. Sure, you’d made it safely into the lift and up to the fourth floor, but the buttons had all been hand height. Now you are faced with your true nemesis: the front door, lock higher than your current grip and keys unhelpfully held firmly between your teeth. It’s a formidable foe. For the last 5 minutes you’ve been at an impasse. Normally, you pride yourself on your resourcefulness and tenacity, but the bottom right corner of the architectural marvel that is your eBay splurge is starting to dig into your thigh. You groan and your mystery saviour moves into your line of sight.

It’s your neighbour: an attractive, slightly younger, man with whom you’ve previously only exchanged pleasantaries. He’s looking at you with a mix of awe and light concern. You’d vaguely registered someone arriving on your floor two minutes into your stalemate, but hadn’t realised it was the cute guy next door. What was his name again? Tim? Tony? Tae-something?

So far, he’d been content to watch on as you quietly struggle, but something in the way you were staring down the door with a look of outrage finally lured him in. So much anger for such a small person. You catch his eyes, try to smile, and glance back towards your door in a way you hope signals that, although you are a strong, independent, fully-embodied fourth-wave feminist, you are grateful for the assistance.

At that precise moment an errant hair falls to tickle your nose. You try and blow it out the way before you sneeze, forgetting your tenuous grip on the leather “cats before hoes” keyring between your teeth, and wince as it falls out your mouth and heads to the floor. When you don’t hear the expected crash of keys you reopen your eyes. Cute, revise that: HOT, Neighbour with the golden skin and good taste in EDM (thin walls) is holding your slightly soggy spit-laden keys in his open palm. He isn’t openly disgusted, which you suppose is a good sign.

“Oh god, I’m sorry…”

“Taeil.”

“Taeil.” Your brain glitches at the way his eyes flicker to your lips as you say his name, “Ah, yeah, would you mind getting the door? Sorry about… anyway I have gingerbread hand soap.”

“It’s August.”

“Seasonal scents are for basic bitches.”

CONTINUE READING HERE!

Enjoy this work? leave a like or reblog - every single one is appreciated. If you want to read more you can find links and descriptions to everything in my master list.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

[bbeanbbao]

another masterpiece from my bestie 😍🙏

[rjshope]

happy boys✨ (cr. 0613data)

[taee]

i'm suing (for @bluemingdream ♡)

[sopekooks]

e·the·re·al [ih-theer-ee-uhl]

adjetive

1. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

for @bubmyg ︎♡

[jung-koook]

230629 - yoongi on instagram: SEOUL 💜

[jung-koook]

JUNGKOOK SOLO SINGLE

[jung-koook]

my source of happiness ♡

[rjshope]

Jungkook and his funny hair

[bbeanbbao]

maaaan haven’t been on here in ages, need to get back into it seeing as el*n is determined to kill twitter 😭 lmk what cute accounts i should follow so i can build this up a bit!! 🫶

[hopelesstaemintic-deactivated20]

Our Place

I've had this idea in my head for a while so I thought I'd get it out my system so here is a cute/sexy one shot to celebrate the birthday of one of my lovely readers who adores Taeil just as much as I do. Sorry for any and all typos.

I'll be returning to my Ao3 request series soon so watch this space.

Status

complete (24/03/23), 2,134 words, one chapter

Summary

Taeil takes you out for the day to see his new place. You thoroughly enjoy all the countryside has to offer.

Relationships

Taeil/female reader

Tags

f/m, one shot, fluff and smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, outdoor sex, summer love, flowers, friends to lovers

Link to full work

Preview

"Where even are we?"

You jump down lightly from the old hyundai pick-up, the dust from the track immediately finding its way into the open toes of your sandals. Taeil slides out the driver's side. The sound of the heavy door shutting breaks the quiet and makes you jump even though you were expecting it. He wanders round to lean on the tailgate, one hand in the front pocket of his faded blue 501s, the other picking absentmindedly at his lip. You walk round to join him, leaning back to take in the fingers of orange that are creeping into the sky. The horizon streches wide open, summer breeze rippling over miles of buckwheat.

"I told you I bought a farm."

"I thought you were kidding"

Taeil stops figeting and pushes off from where he was leaning against the truck, hand still in his pockets, to stand in front of you. His smile is shy but pleased.

"Want me to show you?"

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Thank you for reading 😊If you enjoyed it please leave a like or reblog. I promise every single one makes me smile. If you want to read more you can find links and descriptions to everything in my master list.

If you want to listen along to the accompanying playlist you can find links to my spotify on my soundtracks page and also on my caard, which also has a link to my twitter.

Also if anyone wants to be added to a tag list just drop me an ask or let me know in a reblog. 🤗

[sugajimin]

EST. 19940218

HAPPY HOBI DAY!!

click for hq / don’t repost /don’t claim as your own / insp x, xx

[jimimn]

squishy 🤏 (cr. @jung-koook)

[sugajimin]

‘on the street’ poster

03.03 | 2PM KST

[joonie]

210925 Jimin

[sugajimin]

GINGER YOONGI ..I REPEAT GINGER YOONGI

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I Got You Babe (Ao3versary requests 2)

It's here, the second of my five Ao3versary request fics! Apologies for the delay, I have had a hideous cold and also these are all turning out to be far longer than I thought they would be. With this in mind, I will probably be revising the schedule to one fic every two weeks but if I get anything done earlier I will let you know 😊

This 5700+ word love letter to Yuta was requested by the amazing @cherrypeachyme, who always leaves the loveliest comments.

Details, tags, preview and link to the full fic are all below. Please read the tags carefully. I hope you like it!

Status

complete (17/02/23), 5,780 words, one chapter.

Summary

You and Yuta have made it back after a long tour. You've known each other a long time but your relationship has never crossed the line. Maybe it's time to give in and take things from the bus to the bedroom.

Or a band AU where you and Yuta finally give after years of tension.

Relationships

Yuta/female reader

Tags

f/m, female reader, older woman/younger man, friends to lovers, smutty-fluff, vaginal sex, oral sex (giving and receiving), cocktails, power cut, candles, Band AU, porn with plot, weirdly specific cultural references (sorry)

Link to full work

Preview

"Babe?"

"In here!"

Yuta smiles to himself at the general chaos he's greeted with as he pushes open your front door. Clambering over several pairs of shoes and carefully sidesteping your A1 framed poster from the Wembley Arena stop of Incubus' 2002 European tour, he clicks it shut behind him and follows the sound of banging.

"Shit Yn, how many people did you invite?"

You're standing at your kitchen island surrounded by bottles of varying quantities and colours, ice strewn over the counter, cocktail shaker in hand, and a look of deep concentration on your face.

"Hmm? Oh, only you and the guys. It's been ages since we hung out together somewhere other than a hotel room or the tour bus."

You'd been looking forward to tonight all week. Just an evening of talking nonsense with your best friends and bandmates. Things had come a long way from when it was just you and Yesung practicing in his dad's garage after school. The two of you had done the odd gig during your undergraduate studies but it was only after Suho joined you during your postgrad at King's College that things had got serious. He'd turned up with Jaehyun and Yuta one day and, maybe because of the age-gap, the music had just clicked. They were both such babies then: Yuta in his final year and Jae just a fresher. Now here you were, five years later, and successfully past the milestone of your difficult second album with decent reviews and a twenty-two stop world tour behind you. Sure, you weren't selling out stadiums but you'd had to add those two extra nights in Berlin, and the ticket sales had finally meant you could afford a home. This home. Hence the need for a housewarming. You were planning to do a more responsible one on another weekend, the kind where your friends who hadn't been living on a bus and had instead created small humans could bring them. But tonight was a no-kids allowed kinda affair, hence the Campari and mixology books.

"What you going to make me?"

Yuta saunters over to you and gives you a firm kiss on the cheek before scooping the bag of ice back into the freezer before it melts all over the counter and putting the beers he bought in the fridge.

"I was just deciding. How about we ease in with a Bloody Mary?"

"Sure, seems fitting."

You raise an eyebrow, gesturing him to continue.

"In Japan some cocktails have meanings, you know, like flowers. If I remember rightly a Bloody Mary means resolute victory."

"A little martial, but I like it. Pass me the tomato juice."

"Do you even have tomato juice? I can't see any mixers."

"Ah." You scan the mess that is your kitchen and shrug, "Gin martinis it is then. What does that one mean?"

Yuta frowns as he taps your question into his phone. A second later his eyes widen with mischief. “Even better: beauty with thorns. Describes us both pretty well, don’t you think?”

You smile fondly back at the boy who had become one of your closest friends. He is definitely a beauty. Long chestnut hair scrunched back in a half bun with tendrils escaping into his carefully lined eyes. High cheekbones and full lips. Grin wider than the sky. You finish pouring the martini into two conical glasses, passing him one and holding your own out to make a toast

“Guess that makes me the thorns.”

“Well you did nearly break my nose that one time we were in Mexico…”

“You’re never going to let that go are you? You know it wasn’t intentional.”

“Sure, sure. You just fell and I got in the way.”

Conversation is always light and easy with him. The two of you are the diplomats of the band. You hold back Yesung when his frustration is about to tip over, he disarms Suho’s perfectionism with a clever joke. Both of you encourage Jaehyun when his shyness threatens to get in the way of him contributing. You’ve never had to manage each other.

“I did fall, and you did get in my way, and the fact you’d led that girl on like a complete asshole and I'd downed three shots of tequila had nothing to do with it”

You move to the living room whilst you bicker, Yuta following close behind. When you sit on the couch he sits right next to you, arm round your shoulder and fingers in your hair.

“You’re right, Babe. I was an asshole. Good job I’ve got you to help me see the error of my ways.”

He always calls you babe. You never think much of it. At least that’s what you tell yourself. He’s just being Yuta. He will flirt with anything in or out of a skirt. Weeks of living on a tour bus had broken down your mutual awareness of personal space and it would feel strange if he’d sat in a different chair. This is just the way your friendship works.

The martinis are strong and it’s been a couple of weeks since you caught up, so neither of you think it strange the others haven’t arrived until over an hour has passed.

“What time did they say they’d get here?”

“I thought 8:00. Hang on, I’ll go find my phone. You make the next round.”

“Deal. Any requests?”

“Just something different. Surprise me!”

Continue reading here!

Enjoy this work? leave a like or reblog - every single one is appreciated. If you want to read more you can find links and descriptions to everything in my master list.

If you want to listen along to the accompanying playlist you can find links to my spotify on my soundtracks page and also on my caard, which also has a link to my twitter.