⎠summary: After spending a gloomy afternoon  trying to get out of your own head alone , you finally seek out your boyfriend for help
⎠masterlist
⎠one shot
⎠pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader
⎠word count: 2k
⎠rating: pg-13
⎠genre: soft angst, comfort, established relationship
⎠warnings: oc is struggling with something akin to depression, itâs alluded to but not explicitly stated
⎠authorâs note: this is incredibly self indulgent and was written in one go. Iâll edit later. Iâd rather have it here to share sooner in case anyone needs it as much as me.
âJoonie, what are you doing? Are you busy?â Your voice comes out small as you peak around the corner into his office, sweater pawed knuckles sneaking around the edge of the door frame.
He doesnât look up at first. Perhaps you really were too quiet. Or maybe heâs just that immersed in his book. Itâs not a cover youâve seen before so it very well may be the latter. You know how he is when he has a new thing to get lost in. Ever your astronaut adrift, exploring the moons just beyond whatever new world heâs found.
Itâs a little juvenile, you admit. These movie nights with your friends. All of you holed up in someoneâs living room, blankets and popcorn everywhere like youâre back in high school. Like itâs the first time your parents are letting you have boys over and everyoneâs paired off and huddled up awkwardly together.Â
Everyone that is, except for you. Well, you and Yoongi but that doesnât come as much of a surprise to anyone. If thereâs one thing Yoongi detests, itâs general physical closeness to other human beings. In fact, youâre not sure youâve ever so much as hugged Yoongi once in your entire college career together.Â
But tonight youâre at Hoseokâs and his place is significantly smaller, so youâre left with two options. Share the couch with Yoongi or find a blanket and make yourself comfortable on the floor.Â
Youâre more than fine with the latter since being next to Yoongi makes you nervous. Itâd be too hard to pay attention. Too hard to hide the way your heart would be racing or your fingers would be fiddling with your clothes to combat the butterflies in your stomach. Because despite Yoongiâs withdrawn demeanor, youâd be a filthy liar if you said you didnât have the fattest crush on him.Â
Sure he mostly keeps to himself but youâve seen him come out of his shell enough times to know that heâs got a soft heart. Plus heâs funny in a dry kind of way, intelligent too and cute as all hell.Â
So yeah, you have no problem admitting to yourself that you have feelings for him. What you do have a problem with, however, is admitting it to him or any of your other friends. So, in summation, the floor is going to be your friend tonight.
Only thereâs one problem. No extra blankets left over and youâll be damned if you shiver to death on Hoseokâs hardwood floor.Â
Yoongi must see the way you survey the room, your brow creasing in displeasure when you realize thereâs none left because he has the audacity to laugh aloud at your misfortune. But rather than tease you, he offers you an olive branch.
âCome here,â he says with a wave of his hand, âyou can borrow mine.â
You breathe a breath of relief. Thankful that you wonât have to sit next to him and expose yourself for the lovesick fool that you are. You offer Yoongi a smile of gratitude and amble your way towards his seated place a few feet away.
âThank y-hey!â you gasp as youâre tugged on to the couch.Â
Yoongi leans forward and wraps his fingers around your wrist so swiftly you arenât able to put up any sort of defense against him and his trickery. He looks pleased with himself, while he shifts to give you enough room to sit. But of course itâs not enough that you arenât touching. The blanket is then placed neatly over both your laps.Â
âOh sorry,â he grins, âdid I say borrow? I meant we can share.â
Before you can protest he throws an arm over your shoulder and focuses his attention on the opening credits of the movie.Â
Youâre flabbergasted to say the least. Staring up at Yoongi with an open mouth â your body pressed comfortably to his like youâre on some sort of date. Youâve imagined what this must be like countless time and youâve got to admit, itâs so much more than any of that. Yoongi is warm, soft and he smells like fresh laundry. Plus what a move that was! The bastard is smooth, youâve got to give him that. It makes you wonder just how much of this he planned because thereâs no way in hell that jump from friends to flirtation was spontaneous. Itâs just not like Yoongi.Â
âGood?â he grunts, his eyes trained forward as he tries to appear indifferent. You can tell that he wants to smile though â can see the way his lips twitch with satisfaction at how you continue to stare.
And oh how your heart does that damning thing - beating like a pair of sneakers in a dryer.
Heâs sweet. Such a fucking softy, you could kiss him.
âGood,â you smile and turn your head to the television.
And you do end up kissing him â or rather he kisses you first. Once the night is over and he walks you back to your place. He kisses you without explanation for his sudden forwardness and you accept each one with a pliant mouth and a stomach full of those same butterflies.
âł summary: Youâve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseokâs nerdy friend Namjoon, whoâs almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.
âł pairing: Namjoon x reader
âł genre: smut with plot, slow burn, fluff, a pinch of angst, and a happy ending
âł word count: 25.5k (this is a completed oneshot)
âł tags:Â so much teasing, non-completed foot job in public, sensual massages, cuddling for warmth, nursing ur loved one back to health, relying on each other, face-riding, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breathplay, cumplay, biting, rough sex, sweet gentle loving sex, fucking in water, sex outside, a small hint of a daddy kink, so much dirty talk, like 6k of this is just dirty talk
KAKSKAKSKAKSKAKA OH MY GOD???????? what an incredible story. the plot? *chefs kiss* the romance? amazing. the SEX??? phenomenal. the connection between namjoon and the reader is so strong and intense that would seem out of place given the situation but the buildup and the little nuances sprinkled in between makes it work. seriously, one of the best namjoon fics ive ever read.
summary ⏠being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkookâs soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. thereâs only one teensy tiny problem. he doesnât want to fuck you.
pairing ⏠werewolf!jungkook x reader
genre âŹÂ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)
word count ⏠10.4k my hand slipped
warnings âŹÂ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i donât go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is hadâŠi know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!
authors note âŹÂ hello lovelies! hereâs a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)
(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didnât. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)
summary ⏠being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkookâs soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. thereâs only one teensy tiny problem. he doesnât want to fuck you.
pairing ⏠werewolf!jungkook x reader
genre âŹÂ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)
word count ⏠10.4k my hand slipped
warnings âŹÂ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i donât go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is hadâŠi know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!
authors note âŹÂ hello lovelies! hereâs a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)
(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didnât. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)
the return of jock!jaykay whoâs very obsessed with his pretty gf :)) um im sorry i wrote this idk why i did. body worship, cum eating, oral sex (fem receiving)âŠ.. nothing else to add honestly. listen to nasty by ariana grande.
Jeongguk adores every part of your body â to the point of obsession almost. He loves how your hand fits in his, gentle against his calloused palm. He lives for the moments when your curl your body into his, slotting snug against his chest, your head resting fondly above his heart. But most of all he loves this, the moments after heâs fucked you hard enough to leave marks in your skin, and then you grant him the pleasure of caging his head with your thighs, tongue licking everything he put in you out. Your thighs tremble hard when his tongue creeps forward, hot along the folds of your cunt. He wishes he could be ashamed by how turned on he is right now but he couldnât muster it in him if he tried. Your low moans colour the air, hitting sharp in his gut when he finally slips in, mouth pressed into you. The groan that leaves his throat when he tastes the both of you surprises him, but itâs not unwelcomed judging by how your hips buck forward, burying his nose into the apex of your cunt. He laps it up like a starved man, firm hands gripping your hips tight when you start to squirm away, attempting to escape his eager tongue.
pairing. skaterboy!jk x reader
genre. fluff, smut, himbo energy
word count. 16.7k âŠ.donât look at me
warnings. sweet summer romance, blonde!jk, brief depictions of drugs (marijuana usage), alcohol, lots of making out, messy car sex, fingering, spit kink !! (duh), light tit play, playful dirty talk, protected sex, overall cute, jungkook is a big fking dork and a softie!
summary. when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could you ever say no to him
note. thank you to @cutechim @jungkxook for indulging my thirsty rambles as well as @coepiteamare for beta reading this for me like an absolute angel âŁïž ily babes !! ps. @jjkxlaâ come get ur mans ! (i also made a bby playlist for the fic here !)
leave some feedback, send a message, tell me u love me pls u know the drill <3
The California sun beats high from itâs spot in the sky, zero clouds coming between the harsh rays that bounce off the concrete and warm up Jungkookâs body in an almost uncomfortable way. He can feel the sweat accumulating on the back of his neck, leaving the blonde strands damp with moisture, ends curling up as he ruffles his hands through them.Â
okay wow this was so fucking sweet. like cavity inducing. jk is written so wonderfully. the ability to make him cocky but not in an abrasive way is so difficult. the rapport between him and the reader kept me on my toes the whole time. i never knew what either of them were going to say but i knew it was going to be good. their quick banter made the smut that much more hot and so personal. it was very them. such an amazing feel-good read!!!!!!
summary âŹÂ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. youâre about to change that.
pairing ⏠idol!namjoon x reader
genre âŹÂ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationshipÂ
word count ⏠2.8k
warnings âŹÂ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (donât we all), overuse of the word thigh
authors note âŹÂ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoonâs thighs. pls let me know what you think!
also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.
omg hi so this me,,,,um this is the first bts fic ive posted on my main and id really appreciate it if you gave it a read and gave me some feedback!! itâs relatively short but im proud of it and i worked really hard to make it into something i can be proud of. im super nervous about posting it so pls be nice to me im very fragile :) okay thank you bye!!
⏠Genre | Smut, Sexual Tension!au, Teacher!Jin, Teacher!reader, Tattooed Biker!Jin
⏠Summary | A new place to live, a new job, a new beginning. Six months have passed and everything has been going well for you in starting over. The warm welcome from your students and peers have quickly made you feel at home, yet you still long to have one calm day where you wouldnât have to walk into the school with a heavy weight on your shoulders and the air thick with tension. Blame it on himâthe strict Math teacher who keeps giving you cold shoulders no matter how many times you try to play nice. One night out with your girls and a drunken dare ultimately lead you to uncover what heâs been trying to hide. People do say that the quiet ones always keep the biggest secret.
âł Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
âł Warning | Slow burn, mutual pinning, mention of alcohol consumption, hard dom!Jin, sexual tension, tattooed Jin.
âł Word count | 9.5k words
â„ Cross post | AO3 | InkittÂ
â„ Next chapter âą
⏠Authorâs Note | Iâve done it again. I have decided to split this story into a few chapters (hopefully only two) because it seems like I would be rushing it if I force to post this as a one-shot and I donât want to have you waiting for much longer. I hope youâll love this one as I have been extremely excited to share it :) | PS. Happy belated birthday, Seokjinnie!Â
ââŠHis door was open, but I sort of knocked on it anyway, just to be polite and all. I could see where he was sitting. He was sitting in a big leather chair, all wrapped up in that blanket I just told you about. He looked over at me when I knocked. âWhoâs that?â he yelled. âCaulfield? Come in, boy.â He was always yelling, outside class. It got on your nerves sometimes.â
Keen eyes looking straight at you as you read through the passages of Salingerâs book from the front of the class.
A rare sight that you wouldnât normally find on a Friday, especially when it comes to presenting a book which would be a part of their upcoming essay assignment. It pleases you to have your students giving you their rapt attention while staying on their best behaviour instead of looking like they are wishing to have been somewhere else but here, enough to have your words flowing nicely as you continue on,
ââŠI donât much like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. Their bumpy old chests are always showing. And their legs. Old guysâ legs, at beaches and places, always look so white and unhairyâŠâ
You almost cringe in the middle of reading. You remember hating the nights you spent working an essay on this book many years ago. But looking at the various expressions your students are giving you now, you can already picture how exciting it would be to read their thoughts on this book or to have them talk about them on next weekâs group discussion.
Except that the more you read through the bitter dialogues between the passages, pointing up some parts that you want your students to focus on in their essay, a face appears in your head to act as the main character. The familiar face that always looks daunting as he stares at you with so much disdain in his eyes it always put you in the corner, not completely sure just what to make of it. The face that welcomes you each morning when you arrive at school, and the one who is somehow always there despite the efforts you have made to avoid him.
well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)
pairing: jock!jk and oc
warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3
Thereâs an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. Itâs sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yunho said. The pair of them were always around, clambering around Jeonggukâs dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (thereâs also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when youâre panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.
Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.
âYou good?â He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.
The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.
âPerfect,â you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.
He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that itâs almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.
The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.
âItâs youâre turn now, love.â Itâs murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.
Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame drops. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.Â
Love.
You.
He thinks he might. He knows he does.
He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that youâd gotten hurt. The itch didnât leave even after youâd explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.
I love you.
Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. Thereâs four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. Heâd just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps itâs warranted.
When he looks back at you, youâre staring at him funny. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.
âActually,â you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. âWe... You... What if we didnât use it?â
Oh.Â
âBecause, well,â you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. âWe both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.â
Fuck. He most definitely cum a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasnât thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.
âOkay,â Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether itâs fear or excitement he canât discern yet. âWe can do that, yeah.â
You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesnât miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. Thereâs a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. Youâre delirious, your moans colouring his room. He canât help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to against, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.
âBunny,â he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. âBunny.â
âHmm?âÂ
âLook at me.â It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeonggukâs. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind him. âGood girl.â Thereâs the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug. You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. âBe good for me, hmm? Iâm not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, canât you?â
âY-yes.â
âArenât you perfect,â Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. âPussy made just for me.â
Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesnât help that youâve cum twice since youâve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they canât compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. Itâs euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.
âJ-Jeongguk! Canât â I canât ââ
âYou can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.â He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk canât be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, itâs what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He canât think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.
Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really cause that means heâd never see you again). Thereâs nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his.Â
He canât dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile at he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.
âJeongguk, baby,â you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. âI love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. Itâs kind of leaking out of me.â
Pairing: Korean exchange/visiting student!Taehyung x (slight) tsundere!reader
Rating: M, NSFW
Summary: When your roommate drops out right before the end of the semester and leaves you high and dry for next monthâs rent, youâre forced to turn to craigslist to find an absolute stranger to save you from financial ruin. The shy Korean exchange student you find to replace her seems nice enough despite the language barrier, but what will happen when the heat cuts off one fateful evening, and youâre forced to turn to each other for warmth?
Alternatively:Â
âI want to sleep with you.â
âYou what?â
Warnings: swearing (of course), misunderstandings because iâm contractually obligated, angst (but itâs mostly angst related to those misunderstandings and you already know thereâs gonna be a happy ending so suck it up), mean people, pining, self-blaming, dry humping, really cold weather, lots of swearing, more dry humping, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (this is fiction, people), creampie, cockwarming, aftecare, so much fluff
Word Count: 25.1k (*nervous laugh*)
(A/N): ok 3 things:
yâall, iâve been sitting on this idea forever and frankly had a REALLY hard time getting this one out. nonetheless, i still had fun writing it and i finally got the hang of tumblr tags, so hopefully more people than ever will be able to see this and (ideally) enjoy it.Â
This fic features a Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference that is not insignificant to the plot. If you havenât watched that show, what are you even doing? Go! Shoo! Watch it Right Now!
â ïžÂ The timestamps at the beginning of each section refer to the present: some sections may begin with a reference to the past, but the timestamp refers to when the story resumes in present tense.
Tuesday, November 26, 8:26 a.m.
âYouâre what?!â
âI just told you, Iâm dropping out,â your roommate enunciates each word slowly, inspecting her nails. âKeep up.â
âKat, you bitch, I didnât mean that part,â you fume from your seat on the couch, pinching the bridge of your nose (you resist the urge to address her with even more colorful language) before continuing. âI was referring to the part where youâre leaving tomorrow? In the middle of the semester? What about next monthâs rent?!â
âYeah⊠my parents really wanted me to move back asap, so theyâ âshe makes air-quotes with her fingersâ ââdonât have to keep paying for something theyâre not getting anymore.â Sorry,â she shrugs.
Summary Namjoonâs been gone for a week. Thatâs it, thatâs the tweet.
Rating 18+
Genre Smut, fluff, my attempt at crack, established relationship
Warnings Explicit sexual content, phone sex, daddy kink youâve been warned, dom/sub undertones, begging, edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, Namjoonâs packing, OC is a bro girl at heart, self gratuitous porn with no plot
Summary: Your more than eager boyfriend helps you relieve stress after a hard day at work - and what better place is there to do so than the shower?
pairing: Taehyung x female reader
rating: 18+
genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff, literally mostly just⊠smut
warnings: explicit sexual content, soft dom!taehyung, dirty talk, handjob, marking/biting, fingering, praise kink, rough sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill *thumbs up*), light choking, breast play, some pet names, teasing, orgasm delay, cockwarming kinda, tae is the bestest boyfriend! ⊠i hope i didnât forget anything haaa
word count: 2.4k (RID. WROTE. SMTH. SHORT!!)
a/n: i wasnât going to post anything, really - but SOMEONE (*cough* @kookie-chimchim) practically urged me to write this. damn these horny moods. also, thank you @kithtaehyungâ, my love, for being my beta, banner-maker, title-giver and for listening to my tae-breakdowns for the past few hours LMAO i love you looootts!! đ okay, so - hereâs another taehyung-filth (and this guy is definitely getting a break now); i hope you guys enjoy!
MASTERLIST | WIPS
âA little more to the left?â
The man behind you registered your request, his large hands moving to the spot that he knew always hurt the most. And after experiencing one of the most demanding days in a long while, it was an understatement to say that you needed to relax.
When youâd arrived forty minutes ago, you were met with more than youâd ever expected: walking over the threshold, you immediately noticed the calming and pleasant scent of lit candles, the softness of lavender wafting into your direction. Going in further, you soon detected that Taehyungâs preparations didnât end here - a plate of fresh Pasta Carbonara awaited you on the dinner table, still steaming hot and ready for you to consume, having you break out in the biggest smile that heâd seen in the last week.
title: last november (m)
post date: december 14th, 2020, 8pm estÂ
‷ revamped/extended: march 27th, 2021, 10pm est
pairing: seokjin x reader(f)
genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers au
summary: you two broke up on good terms. even seeing each other on your friendsâ yearly end-of-november trip was never awkward. so why did this trip feel so different? and why does it feel like the end of something that wasnât even there in the first place?
warnings: angst, bad puns and jokes, mutual pining, light dom/sub undertones, oral sex (m/f receiving), nipple play, hair-pulling, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex (pls be responsible!), dirty talk, spanking, creampie, seokjin is a consent king, did i say angst?, did i also say bad puns and jokes?
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On the last Friday of every November, your group of friends piled into two cars and set off into the mountains.Â
Ever since you all graduated from high school years ago, everyone branched off into their individual, intricate walks of life. Different towns, different jobs, different social circles.Â
But before those grand adventures started, each of you promised one thing: a yearly trip to keep the friendship alive.
This time around, you happened to be in the âdecidedly more funâ car as Jimin, Taehyung, and your longtime friend Rin jammed the backseat with singing and road trip games. Since Seokjin took driver, you claimed navigator, leaving the front of the vehicle a bit muted compared to the other half. Which was fine - you always loved relaxing on the sidelines while your friends played with chaos and hilarity.Â
Namjoon kept you company from time to time, too, so you werenât completely alone in your preferred space. Â
The only thing that couldâve made the ride awkward was if you and Seokjin were on bad terms.Â
It wasnât every day you found yourself sitting beside your ex, after all.Â
âŁÂ đ đđ§đ«đ | college au. smut. fluff.
âŁÂ đąđ§đđđ±Â | explicit language and sexual content. oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, fingering, multiple orgasms, very soft and fluffy unprotected sex with a very in love namjoon (wrap it up kids)
âŁÂ đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | You werenât sure how Hoseok had persuaded you into actually letting Namjoon tutor you but there you were, waiting for a certain glasses-clad boy to show up.
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   Tethering the pencil between your teeth, your brows furrowed as your eyes scanned the words of your essay on a blindingly bright computer screen, over and over again. You gulped, removing the pencil from your mouth as you silently cursed yourself for not listening to Hoseok when he insisted you attend the study groups leading up to this midterm paper.Â
âAh, shit.â You mumbled under your breath, eyes blinking at the words you had written. The letters danced back at you in a displayed taunt, trying to persuade you into second-guessing yourself. Your mind blanked from any content you had tried to study alone, the loose leaf paper laid in front of youâjotted with your brain vomit but proferring itself useless. The library you were sat in was as distracting as it was quiet, the clitter-clatter of other students typing away confidently let you know that they clearly had more knowledge over what they were doing far greater than yourself. You tried to prepare to write for this paper, you really did but that new Netflix show was just so goodâ you had to finish the first seasonâŠperhaps the second as well.Â
Truthfully, you were lazy and most of the time all you wanted to do was sleep or mindlessly scroll through hours of social media, falling into the pit of all your insecurities caused by people living a much more pleasant life than you. Writing only came to you when you had the surging inspiration to do it; you were useless otherwise. And now, there you were, with less than a week to write this damn essay as the tick of the secondâs hand echoed noisily from the clock that stood just above the fireplace a few feet behind you.
Straightening your spine, you twirled your pencil between your index and middle finger before clearing your throat.Â
You read your words again.Â
âIn the end, we reach the mirage and it becomes our reality. The fearsome desert becomes the ocean with our blood, sweat and tears. But why do humans often let fear come in between happiness? In Socrates wordsâ, âI was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether.â We treatââ
Your immersion deflected as your peripheral caught a glance of a shadow walk past you. You stiffened, letting the gust of air that followed the figureâs arrival hit you with a scent of white musk cologne. Shuddering as the chill hit your spine, the second floor of the library seemed to have dropped ten degrees lower in temperature. You tried to will yourself from not looking up, putting your efforts to concentrate on the words blinking back at you but you couldnât help but give in to your curious brain as you looked up past your laptop to see none other than Kim Namjoon occupy the empty table right across from yours.Â
The open-planned sky roof of the some, hundred-year-old building that was your universityâs library, allowed the autumn sunlight to bounce off Namjoonâs honey locks. He raked his slender fingers through them while a free hand dug through the pockets of his sweatpants-clad legs in search of his earphones. He was faced away from you, gently lifting the black, Herschel crossbody bag off his shoulder, granting you a delightful visual of the rear of his grey t-shirt stretching around his shoulder blades. Placing the bag on the table, he opened the flap of his bag to pull out his own laptop before retracting the chair away from the table to finally have a seat facing towards you. You followed his movements, eyes trailing down to his exposed, tanned arm when they tensely flexed as he coolly lifted his laptop screen open and snuggly secured an earbud into his right ear.Â
You knew of Kim Namjoon from various different outletsâ the first being from attending the same philosophy class as him. He had written a breathtaking piece on what it truly meant to live a fulfilled life of happiness in a time where social media tainted the authenticity of peopleâlinking it to some of Platoâs passages. It earned him the title as Professor Jinhwanâs favourite student and it was the first time you took notice to him as you listened to his natural vibrato voice when he read it out loud in classâthat was a year ago.
It wasnât until your dear friend, Hoseok, started mentioning his name where you put two and two together, realizing that it was indeed, that Namjoon that he had been talking about. They were friends long before you and Hoseok had even met, through multiple summers of interning at some software brand named Big Hit. It always struck you as odd that Namjoon, a software engineering student would choose something as intricate as philosophy to study as a minor. Granted, you also took philosophy as a minor, however; it would have been dotish of you to not take it alongside your History majorâthey went hand in hand. Namjoon was a completely different story. Youâd never really talked to him and you were certain he only knew of your existence from the brief mentions of your name Hoseok would drop but you doubted he cared for anything beyond that tidbit of information.Â
Namjoon was very good looking, that was no secret, as youâd witness the number of girls that would swoon just from the sight of him. It certainly didnât help that he was incredibly intelligent, aiding the fact that girls would drop to their knees in front of him in a heartbeat if given the chance. Before even becoming acquainted with Hoseok, you heard through hushed mumbles floating around campus that Kim Namjoonâthe boy who came in the top 1% in the entirety of South Korea after taking the CSAT examsâwas going to be attending the same university as you. But, moving forward with your friendship with Hoseok, you learned that Namjoon wasnât much of a lady pleaser anyway. He preferred to have his face stuffed between the pages of a book rather than the legs of a woman. It was almost endearing if you didnât think it was also a shame that he would waste such a pretty face. Even you had to admit it to yourself that the man was a sight to behold, as you stared at him, seated across from where he assiduously typed away on his laptopâgod, you were the creepiest person alive. Â
You peered past your screen as you observed the way Namjoonâs chin jutted out in deep concentration as he nimbly worked away on what you would assume to be the same paper as you or maybe it was a project from one of his engineering coursesâyou didnât know. When his movements suddenly stopped, your eyes travelled back up to the black frames atop his nose, only to meet his own curious gaze. Your eyes widened, snapped away from his piercing stare. A hand came up to shadow your face as your head dropped down to your lap. You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment, fingernails digging into your palms because he definitely saw you staring and the thought of it alone made you have no doubt in your mind that your face was tomato red by now. Snagging your bottom lip between your teeth, you rearranged yourself to focus back on finishing the remainder of your essay, not daring to look back up as you felt the burn of the glasses-clad boyâs gaze remained stoic upon you.Â
Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.
WC: 10.2k
Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, youâd rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.
Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend. Â Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie. Â
AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness!Â
This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party!Â
fake texts | would you still date me if i was a worm?
â everyone on twitter is posting about how their significant otherâs are responding to the question âwould you still date me if i was a worm?â so of course, you have to text your boyfriend and see what his reaction is.
masterlist.Â
A/N: i saw this trend going around on twitter today and it cracked me up omg. so of course, i had to recreate it with yn and bts. donât take it too seriously, and enjoy! let me know whose reaction is your favorite. xoÂ
