i removed the song from the carriage scene because that song choice was AWFUL and was totally ruining the vibe. I think it's better like this imo. the music is supposed to enhance, not distract!
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you're his and he is yours on the paper – but what is the reality?
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, friends to lovers
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), unprotected sex
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+
a/n: commissioned
The tall modern building is not usually a place you hang around. In fact, you could count on your fingers how many times you've been here. The modern and clean interior never fails to amaze you, but that can be expected from such a prestigious company. It looks like the ones people get to see in movies – it definitely feels different to be inside and see it with your own eyes.
Now you're not a complete stranger to wealth and fortune, but you see it from a completely different side than people would've expected. You weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Even if it's a common assumption people have about you.
“Welcome, Mrs. Jeon.”
The young receptionist welcomes you as soon as she spots you in a crowd full of working employees. Sometimes you wonder if you stick out so much, or they just know your face so much that they've got no problem recognizing you. Which is odd because you don't hang around in this circle of people very often.
Mrs. Jeon.
Even after a year, you feel a mixture of butterflies and oddness when hearing people addressing you like this. At the beginning, it took you quite a long time to get used to this. To hold such a powerful surname. Though, you felt proudness even though you're not sure if you had the right to feel it in the first place.
Just a reminder that none of this is real.
Do you even deserve to be addressed by this surname that is technically yours only on papers? Morally, you're not so sure.
A polite greeting makes it past your lips, trying not to squirm at the prying eyes of other people passing by. You're not exactly formally dressed, like every employee is. But you're not an employee.
“Is my husband in his office?” you ask.
Again. After a year of marriage, you feel like you're letting a lie out of your mouth at addressing someone as your husband.
The woman remains unbothered and completely clueless to your inner thoughts though. You haven't been doing this for a week, a year is a long time for you to improve your acting skills.
“Yes, he just finished a meeting ten minutes ago. He's waiting for you.”
Giving her a simple nod and a soft 'thank you', you make your way to the elevators and click on the number of his floor where his office is located.
It reminds you of the first time you settled on a deal that changed your lives. You've known Jungkook, though you never actually became close friends. There weren't actually many opportunities for you to get to know him better, the only heir to his parents company was too busy getting prepared for the new role and position as a CEO of Jeon industries. Funnily enough, two people with completely different backgrounds, you had some mutual friends where you actually met him.
You clicked, even from the few and very casual conversations you had. He wasn't the overly confident and cocky heir somebody would peg him for. He was grounded (in a way), polite and extremely charming. Though his parents were never strict about who he hangs out with or what he likes to do in his free time, one of the things they would pester him about was the need for him to settle down. It was the only pressure Jungkook always found in his parents.
It's not like he didn't have a choice to decide about his future – at that time the young twenty year old man wanted nothing more than to continue his family business. It's actually something he loves to do. He wasn't forced into it.
But with years passing by, Jungkook's parents would grow impatient and rather concerned about their son's lack of commitment. Random women taking their turns in his bed wasn't his strongest part.
Naturally, they would start introducing him to their partners' daughters. And despite Jungkook's wildlife and freedom he had, they were nothing like him. Not that he's the romantic type who believes in soulmates and all that stuff, he wouldn't want to marry someone for money or any possible benefits for the company. The company was doing very well on itself and he didn't need to do any arranged marriage.
He loves his parents to the bone. He is grateful for everything they've done for him – even more how they raised him and never were controlling. Not like his peers experienced in similar situations.
Jungkook knows many people his age and in a same situation. It was bound for him to meet them, considering how many parties and social gatherings he had to attend, especially after being introduced as the new CEO. That's when he realized, after hearing his peers' struggles, how lucky and fortunate he is.
So when his parents wouldn't let go of the topic of commitment and marriage, it was like a huge slap to his face. No matter what he would do or say, it wouldn't change their minds and eventually, Jungkook found himself stuck.
And that's when you came into the picture.
The first time you heard his plan, you called him insane. You laughed into his face and told him you don't need anything he's offering you. Though Jungkook assured you he doesn't think of you as someone who needs or wants his money, he was more than willing to help you financially. He told you he would take care of you – something you found offending at first.
Why would you need a man to take care of you?
You are completely capable of taking care of yourself. You don't need any Jeon Jungkook to bathe you in wealth and luxury.
But just like Jungkook – you're a loving daughter who would do anything for her parents. Well, unlike Jungkook, you weren't lucky enough to be growing up with two loving parents.
The money Jungkook offered you by simply saying 'yes' would take care of any family member. Jungkook was no stranger, he still isn't. And after weighing the pros and cons for many sleepless nights, you found yourself nodding to his insane plan.
Nobody could know. Rule number one.
The marriage would last for one year. It's the reason why you agreed to it in the first place. You wouldn't be bound to a man based on an arranged marriage for the rest of your life. You want your own family, kids, to fall in love. And a year didn't seem like a long time.
Jungkook made sure it didn't.
Whenever he would have free time, he would take you to places you would never dream about seeing. Countless vacations, trips and activities you would never be able to experience if it wasn't for him. And for that you will be grateful for the rest of your life.
To not make anyone suspicious, you agreed not to mess around with other people. Though, this particular deal wasn't settled at the beginning. It happened naturally. You couldn't risk being seen with other people, no matter how much you would try to hide it.
You will be watched, it was one of the things Jungkook was preparing you for.
And to be honest, you didn't want to go behind Jungkook's back, no matter how fake this marriage was. It's just a year, you will be fine.
But having to share a bedroom, and two young people who find each other attractive, it didn't take long for you to succumb yourselves to your desires. There was nothing wrong about sleeping together, you were practically married.
You've found yourselves in a healthy and good relationship where two people became close friends. Even if the marriage is fake. The sex is mindblowing, so none of you actually miss the thrill of hooking up with anyone else. For the first time, Jungkook is committed, even though it's not exactly the way his parents think it is.
And there he is.
After politely knocking on the door and hearing his voice to invite you in, you open the door and find him sitting behind his desk. He looks fine as always, a few buttons unbuttoned to show how comfortable he allows himself to feel after a two hours long meeting. His suit is draped over the chair while he's slouched on the chair with a pen twirling between his long fingers.
“No lunch this time?” he asks, tilting his brow at you when he sees your empty hands.
You crack a smile, making your way to his desk while you sit on the small white leather couches. “Sorry, came straight from work.”
“It's fine,” he chuckles, “I'm only joking. How's the new employee?”
One of your dreams was to open your business. Jungkook helped you every step of the way, supported you in more ways than financially, while he helped to make your final decision. You've decided to own a clothing brand where you connected with amazing designers who helped to make your dream come true. Two years ago, you didn't even know it was something you'd like to do.
Opening your e-shop has been absolutely amazing, making sure any body type is able to find their size. It's actually very rare in Korea to do that and you love to bring something new to the table. Jungkook liked the idea. You invested everything from your previous job to this project of yours. Living with Jungkook and not having to worry about any bills allowed you to freely focus and invest in your business. Sure, Jungkook must've helped but he was more than happy to do so.
With your help, he got his parents off his back.
After a year, he would tell them you decided to break it off. He's sure they won't pressure him into any other relationship or marriage after the divorce. If they do, he will handle it in a different way.
“He's great,” you smile, “Actually does the job this time, compared to the last one.”
Jungkook laughs a little, knowing how tense you've been about this one particular employee who wasn't doing his job. Jungkook encouraged you to take care of it, and showed you you have to think about your business more than people's hearts. Especially to someone who's getting paid and not doing their job.
Jungkook has been your guide from day one. A huge help.
“Great,” he nods, twirling the pen a few times before he tosses it on his desk. “I'm getting off work earlier today, should be home at six. Is that alright?”
He sounds so gentle, the way he says home makes your heart squeeze.
“Yeah, sure.” you tell him.
You've made plans for tonight, have been preparing yourself to talk to him about your deal. It's been a year and three months after your marriage, yet it's not ending and he has never brought this topic up.
“I'm meeting Jungseok in an hour, then I'm going home to prepare dinner for us.” you inform him, completely missing the way Jungkook's face drops at the mention of your close friend.
You've met him during your marriage, though there were no boundaries crossed, the man seemed to show an awful interest in a married woman. The worst thing about it is that he can't really say anything about it because technically, you're not really his. He knows you're not having anything serious with the mentioned man, though he's aware of your deal.
And he doesn't like any of it.
“Oh, I didn't know.” he tries to say lightly, hating how tight his throat suddenly feels.
“Ah, he texted me this morning. We haven't seen each other for a while now, we usually just text.”
Oh, like that's not enough.
The amount of times the man decided to suddenly text you is hilarious. Fuck, he would even call when Jungkook was balls deep inside you and he actually feared you will pick up the call, instead of finishing what you had going on. Luckily, that never happened but it pissed Jungkook to the core.
“Mhm,” he hums, scratching his chin. “Well, I've got one last meeting but that shouldn't take long.”
You both talk for a moment, catching up with each other's day before you discuss the dinner plans. Jungkook sees you're a little on edge these days and though he thinks he knows why, there's this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
In the middle of your giggling, you're interrupted by a gentle knock from Jungkook's assistant, informing him of his meeting.
However, he doesn't go to the meeting board room like he usually does, he actually invites the person to his office. And when that person is someone you've grown to know, someone very well-known in the CEO community, you do everything in your power to be polite and welcoming.
She's special partner, even you can see that and you know zero fuck about Jungkook's business. He treats her differently.
He welcomes her with a warm smile and of course, you're forced to bid goodbye to your husband as you part your ways. The kiss you and Jungkook share feels great, especially with her eyes on you two.
And you know you're petty.
But it seems to be the least of your worries because tonight, you might end everything you and Jungkook settled on. But it's only fair because in the end – that was the deal.
You should've known it would end up like this.
But how could you?
Could you have really known?
The dinner was delicious. Just the two of you like every other evening. Talking, laughing, smiling…
Until you brought up your fake marriage.
“It's because of him, isn't it?” Jungkook chuckles bitterly, throwing a tantrum like a little kid while you gape at him completely stunned.
Out of all responses, you never expected him to get so… upset over something he came up with.
“What?” You find your voice, breathing out confusingly. “This has nothing to do with him.”
“Oh, please.” he scoffs, turning away from you to grip the kitchen's counter. “You always text, you even meet him during your lunch breaks.”
All of that is true. Well, you don't always text with him. And you want to point that out, but something stops you and justifying your relationship with Jungkook seems like a bigger priority.
“Jungkook, this marriage is fake.” you inform him as if he didn't know.
You're confused.
His shoulders tense, knuckles whiten from how tightly he's gripping the expensive marble counter.
“All of it has been fake then?” he asks, still not facing you which starts to worry you for some reason.
You haven't seen Jungkook acting like this. Upset, maybe a little. Not in the mood? Rarely but it happened. But this time you're actually left totally confused.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Y/N,” he chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slowly turns around.
You're met with a pained expression, a single look at his face causing you to feel a sting in your heart.
“I know we started this as an arrangement, a convenience for both of us… but is that all it's been for you all this time?” he asks, slowly stepping closer to your distraught form.
“Jungkook.”
“No,” he says, “Answer me.”
And then he stands right in front of you, his entire figure hovering over you as if you were the littlest thing in the room. Like you're this little lost girl – not the confident woman you've grown to be.
“Do you want this divorce?”
Do you want it?
What is he even asking?
“That was the deal.” you remind him silently as he presses his lips tightly.
He doesn't look pleased with your response but you can't bring yourself to say something more.
“So, what? We get divorce and then you're going to him?”
“Why do you keep bringing him into this?” you ask, brows scrunching as Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Are you jealous?”
“If I was?”
That shuts you up for a minute, eyes widening. Jungkook never really had a reason to be jealous, not that you were together in reality. But you had each other – none of you messed around with other people.
“There's nothing going on between me and him. Never will.” you whisper, gasping when Jungkook suddenly cups one side of your face with his big palm.
He presses his forehead against yours, breathing slowly and calmly as if his heart wasn't about to explode.
“Give me a chance.”
“A chance?” you whisper.
“Yes,” he says, “To prove to you that this could work.”
“Jungkook–”
“I love you Y/N, don't you get it?” he suddenly exclaims, pushing himself off you while he rubs his forehead in frustration.
“But–”
“But what? I can't?”
Even being frustrated, he looks handsome as ever. His hair is getting too long, almost always falling to his eyes and hiding the beautiful color in them.
“I didn't say that.”
That makes him whine. He actually whines – like all the times he has done it when he was frustrated. You would always giggle, finding him adorable for acting like a little kid when he's a whole grown-ass man, a successful and well-known CEO at that. It's one of the things you appreciate about him.
Looking at him, you realize the three words he confessed to you in the midst of his frustration. It starts to kick in and your eyes widen again.
You might look fine, maybe a little shaken up but fine, but this isn't any easier for you. You've been thinking about every single word you would say, replaying different scenarios every free second you had. You don't know what the afterlife is after Jungkook. In all honesty, you aren't keen to find out. But you had to do this.
To protect yourself and your heart.
You could go on and on with this for who knows how long. You like Jungkook's company and hearing him confessing his true feelings to you, which is still a bit shocking to you, you might actually feel the same. You've been so in denial, for the longest time actually.
“Do you really love me?” You find yourself asking.
Jungkook's cheeks redden and he does the typical Jungkook thing when he is nervous. He scratches his ear and avoids your gaze.
“Isn't that what I said?” he mutters.
You turn your back to him, tracing your shaking fingers over your lips.
“Talk to me please.” he suddenly whines after a minute of silence.
Just as you're about to turn around, your back is pressed against Jungkook's chest as you gasp. Jungkook wraps you in a back hug, lips touching the top of your head.
“I don't want to lose you.” he confesses shyly. The frustrated and upset Jungkook is long gone.
Your heart melts, moving your body into action as you turn around. For a second, Jungkook looks scared you're trying to pry his hands off you to get away from him. But in reality you offer him the sweetest smile. Your hands find his ones as you grip them tight.
“I… I don't want divorce.” you confess.
“But you brought it up.”
“Simply because that was our deal. I was scared you're gonna bring it up and it's going to be too late for me. I didn't know what I felt… but hearing you–I love you too.”
Jungkook gasps, searching your face frantically as if you just pulled the biggest prank on him.
“You do?”
“Yes. I don't want anyone else, Jungkook.” you admit.
And then his face breaks into the biggest smile, your own soon cupped by his large hands as he gives you a big kiss. You kiss him back, squeezing his wrists because you need to feel him. You need to know he's not going anywhere. He's right where he is supposed to be.
And so are you.
“Yes, right there!”
The sound of crashing waves from the outside is a white noise, no longer properly acknowledged as you barely recognize your own voice and the desperation behind it.
“Jungkook, please, just fuck me.” you whine, raising your hips off the mattress to meet his hungry mouth.
He lifts his head up from between your thighs, lips completely glistening and wet as he frowns. “But I wanna eat you out first.” he whines this time and while your heart does the weird jump it always does when it comes to him, you find yourself smiling his way.
“There is enough time for that. Please. I need to feel you.” you plead with him.
He's thinking about it. You see the uncertainty on his face and while he loves to go down on you, he can't disobey his wife who's pleading so nicely for him.
Your body aches from your previous activities. You had eight hours (precisely) to recover when you fell asleep in the arms of the man you love. Your husband. It still gives you the same ticklish feeling in your chest and the pit of your stomach but this time, it's actually true. It's not official on the papers but in your heart too. Ah, god… it sounds so cheesy but all you want to do is to giggle like a teenage girl about how much in love you are with this man.
He stares at you with those doe eyes, still wearing the ponytail he made to wear while working out. But you messed up his plans. Flattered those pretty eyelashes at him and the most angelic smile, sheets sliding off your naked and marked body.
Oh, how many times Jungkook made love to you because you felt insecure. He never knew you feel that way about yourself – about the body he loves and wouldn't change for anything. Because it's you.
You love this man so much that you have to show him. Now it's your turn.
You get on top of him, just how he loves and enjoys having you. Letting him enter you for what seems like the hundredth time over these past seven days, you both moan in pleasure. He holds you close to him, letting you take the charge as he occasionally thrusts his hips into you. The pleasure increases with each minute and you grow weaker for this man.
Bodies becoming one, the sweet “I love you's” are exchanged in breathless moans.
“I love you so much,” Jungkook moans into your ear, your walls tightening around him. “My sweet love. My angel.”
This is your second anniversary. Technically your first one where you truly celebrate your marriage, making love all day long. And after so many nights of keeping thing adventurous and fun, letting Jungkook to fuck you into the mattress and everywhere in the vila he rented for this special occasion, making love just feels right.
You both come together in a record time.
Jungkook fills you up like many times before, the sensation making your legs buckle. You calm down in one another's hold, Jungkook's strong arms around you as he peppers kisses all over the side of your face.
“I was thinking.” Jungkook starts.
“Oh.”
“Hey!” he laughs, shifting on his spot as you finally lay down next to him, ear pressed against his chest where you hear his heartbeat. “How about we start a family?”
“What?” you gasp, lifting your head immediately to look at him as he gives you a shy grin.
“I know we're together for one year, officially, but I've been thinking about our future and–”
You shut him up with a kiss to his surprised lips while he melts, relaxing under your touch.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he squeals, “Just like that? Yes? I didn't even tell you the speech I prepared.”
You giggle, “You can tell me later.” you assure him as he chuckles.
“So? Are we gonna do it? Us? Parents?”
You giggle how out of his element he seems to be. It makes you love him even more as you caress his chest before you stare deeply into his soft brown eyes. You brush a few of his hair off his face and send him another angelic smile.
“I can't wait to have your baby, Mr. Jeon.”
Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back before he looks at you all lovingly, cupping your cheek.
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; It started with a supposed virus all around the world. It continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: blood and violence, death, injury, character death, horror au (?), smut, angst, fluff, explicit language… other warnings will be listed in each chapter
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mentions of sex, making out
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k+
↳ previous parts
“Fuck, JK. Do you always keep toys on the couch?” Taehyung curses, pulling the baby rattle under his ass with an unpleasant scowl – the toy no longer digging into his asscheek. “Isn’t she too little for these toys anyway?”
“Sorry, they are kinda just everywhere.” Jungkook apologizes, the two men staring at him rather surprised that he had no snarky remark in return – the old Jungkook would’ve told him to fuck off.
Maybe the present Jungkook would’ve too because after all, he’s not so different. He’s just a dad now. But most importantly, he feels odd to have his friends to come over. After freshly becoming a father, he kind of avoided having them over. Not that they tried to have their way in. Even though his friends probably don’t understand what Jungkook had to go through, what he still has to go through, they’ve always been supportive and never tried to invade Jungkook’s new territory.
genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)
18+ | warnings ↠ all sorts of crime (including: drug and arms trade, embezzlement, mentions of kidnapping and attempted kidnapping), frequent use of guns and knives, gore (non-descriptive), mild injuries to multiple characters including reader, death.
word count ↠ 6.3k
summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.
taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3
notes ↠ this is one of the fics i’ve been most excited to share since i came up with the idea almost a year ago now, i hope i can do justice to the story that’s in my head LOL. with the next part, i’ll be sharing the series masterlist and a glossary of sorts to keep up with the characters + locations as the story progresses :)
biggest thank you to mimi @personasintro for putting up with me for the last few months when i’ve been so annoying 😭 i really appreciate your help and support so so so much! ❤️+ my sweet ash, @jimilter thank you for being the most supportive and lovely beta (i have changed this a little too since you read it i think ) <3 + hadi @amourtae for listening to me so many times and always checking in 🥺 + hana @cutechim + naia @opaljm for helping me out too! (it was a while ago now lol) 🥰
lastly, if you read it, please tell me how you find it send a comment/dm/send an ask it means so much to me <3
in honor of yoongi’s birthday we have put together the fics of our members for you to enjoy right in one masterlist. happy reading and happy birthday to min yoongi.
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after receiving unpleasant news that doesn't allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises
planter’s punch | ♛ ⊕
— @aglassofpinkchampagne
Yoongi finds you drinking your break-up away in a bar. He wants to get you to stop drinking....but he is the cause of your break up.
silver locks | ❦ ✓
— @hobisuniverse
There are a few ways to distract your lover from an injury that prevents him from performing in front of his fans. You happen to know his favourite.
my true love gave to me | ❀ ✓
— @sunshinejunghoseokie
cookie confessions | ❀ ✓
— @aredheadedmess
It’s the holidays once again, and you want nothing more than to spend it with him.
bet on it | ❦ ❀ ✓
— @sunshinerainbowsbts
What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?
you need to know | ❀ ⊕
— @moon-write
yoongi wants to be alone with you and you need him to know something.
point of view | ❀ ♛ ✓
— @jtrbluv
you were eight when you first met your soulmate. then you were eighteen when you realized that the boy who just got hired at the local record store next door, is also your soulmate. the issue at hand: you are the only one that knows.
Thank you to all of the amazing writers who share such beautiful stories with us! This is only a fraction of the wonderful talent we have in our growing network!
➳ summary: As the botanist on a deep-space exploration vessel, you’ve seen your fair share of weird and unexplainable. This large pink alien flower you and your crew picked up on one of the outer terraformed mining planets, however, might just take the cake. You’re pretty sure it’s fine, but you’ve been ordered to study the plant and determine whether or not it’s safe for humans to be around, and you’re having trouble discerning what exactly is inside the alien flower’s bulb that just refuses to bloom. Namjoon — the captain of your ship and the man you’ve been secretly in love with since first joining the Galactic Academy — is eager to help you any way he can, but just as love begins to bloom, so does the alien flower.
➳ pairing: spaceship captain!Namjoon x spaceship botanist!reader
➳ genre: smut, sci fi au
➳ word count: 17.5k (this is a completed oneshot)
➳ tags: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, desperate sex, dry humping then actual sex, sort of the “fuck or die” trope if you squint, maybe more like a “they need to fuck right now” trope, soft dom namjoon gone wild, dirty talk (no degradation), bondage i suppose but not on purpose, technically exhibitionism, sweet happy ending, previously seemingly unrequited love/mutual pining, almost all of this is smut, drug mention but not drug use
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➳ a/n: This fic includes zero actual science, botany, or facts. It’s all made up and not real to serve the plot and get to the smut. Enjoy! And thank you so much to @gukgalore for reading this before I was even halfway through and to @lynnthevirgo for beta-ing!
Summary: Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.
Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; mafia au; fluff; angst
Word count: 15.6k
Warnings: Angsty feelings, unrequited feelings, Jimin uses the nickname Princess, there’s a ‘minor’ character death, blood, feelings of shock, misogyny, the story flicks between ages, there’s a five year age gap, I guess just lots of things you’d imagine from a gang/mafia fic but overall it’s also not that dark.
Authors Note: I know, I know, another gang fic, I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy this one :)
You can’t remember when you first met Park Jimin, can’t remember what the situation was or what your first feelings towards him were. He’s always been in your life. A constant figure. Your brothers best friend and confident.
For as long as you’ve lived and been conscious of the world, you’ve been in love with Jimin.
Maybe your feelings grew slowly, or maybe it was like a switch, one day waking up and realising that you like him a little more than the brother like figure he was supposed to be. You’re not sure, because whichever it was, it was so long ago that you’ve long forgotten. All you have ever known is the increase in heart rate when he’s near you, the flush of heat to your skin, the way your thoughts go haywire, and you don’t act quite right. It’s all you’ve ever known around him. Or at least all you can remember.
At the start maybe it was nerves, this dominant figure in your life, someone everyone around you feared, even despite his young age. But as you grew and got to know him, you realised he couldn’t hurt a fly. Well, he definitely could, in fact you know he had killed men before, but you at least knew he would never hurt you. And that brought on a whole other swath of problems.
Your brother’s best friend. Someone high up in the gang. Someone who kills people and does hideous acts calling it his job.
⏤𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; Namjoon is an art himself. Shame that he’s forbidden - he’s your brother’s best friend. And your colleague.
⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: strong language
⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: namjoon x reader
⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff, angst, smut
⏤𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.3k+
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Having to tell Seokjin the truth about you and Namjoon – at least what was left of it – has been undoubtedly the toughest part for you two in your only starting relationship. It’s safe to say things have turned out well and no more punches have been thrown. At the end of the day, Seokjin had to learn how to accept the blooming love between his sister and best friend, no matter how unpleasant he seemed to be at the briefest and slightest sign of affection happening between you and Namjoon.
In your defense, you tried to keep it low and minimal with the whole affection, not wanting to give him a heart attack whenever Namjoon would want to sneak his arm around your frame or press a soft kiss to your cheek. Though, not even keeping it minimal didn’t hold him back from gagging anytime Namjoon would call you ‘gorgeous’ or whatever pet name that wanted you to swoon all over him again.
He’s getting used to your relationship with his best friend. Not that he has a choice.
I can't believe this story is at it's end 😭 thank you for this beautiful fic. I hope you will explore more story lines with Joon, Jin or Hobi as the main character. Surprisingly I'd love to see more Jimin stories from you as well. But honestly, any story from you will be a gem.
I found you from MTS on ao3 and started following you on wattpad and even opened a tumbler just to catch all your other stories. Cheers to this beautiful finish 🥂 I will always love prohibido Namjoon ❤️
May you never run out of ideas and inspirations and have the energy and capacity to always write and type out your stories. Bless you 😘
they show you how to swim, then they throw you in the deep end. what if I don’t float? - float, the neighborhood.
↳ summary- years after the breakup, yoongi, a successful award-winning rapper with an unhealthy addiction, finds your wedding invite on Facebook.
↳ rating- explicit/18+
↳ word count- 12.6k
↳ pairing- yoongi x reader
↳ genre- idol!au, postbreakup!au, very heavy angst, smut, fluff
↳ warnings- discussions of drugs and death, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), creampie, dirty talk, min yoongi being a mental health king
↳ a.n- hi everyone! some of you may recognize this fic. this fic is my baby. i went through and edited it a little more and put all the chapters together to make it a one shot. i think it flows better that way! i hope you enjoy this. this fic means so so so much to me and while it’s heavy, i hope you enjoy the ride it will take you on. this fic got me back into writing and i will forever be thankful for that.
↳ this fic contains adult content, such as drug use, discussions of suicide, accidental overdose, discussions of drugs and addictions. while this is not romanticized, or idolized, it is discussed. please take care of yourself and proceed with caution. 18+ | discretion is advised.
‘We cordially invite you to the wedding of…’
Min Yoongi felt numb.
Yoongi always felt numb, but this felt different, wrong. Like he was falling and had no ledge to grip.
It felt as if the world had stopped on its axis, and at any moment, gravity would turn off and he would just float, float away to nothingness.
There was no sound. Everything existed in silence.
His fingers couldn’t move. Eyes were glued to his phone screen where he stared at the wedding invite on fucking Facebook.
“Yoongi had finally lived for himself. Not for the money, the fame., the status, the reputation, or even you. Yoongi loved himself, as he was. Broken and healing. Addicted and sober. Yoongi lived for Min Yoongi, alone.”
I’m in awe of this fic and it seems like I will never find the right words to talk about it. While it is an x reader fic, the truth is that this fic is also about life, is about one-self, about healing and learning to live and not only survive.
“She is not your entire world, Yoongi. You are your entire world”
You need to read it to undestand what I’m talking about and I hope that this fic reaches many people and touches their hearts the same way it did mine.
This is the type of fic that gives you a new perspective and that contains lessons and advices that you will carry with you forever.
“Do not run from the pain, allow it to sit within you and give yourself permission to hurt, and then move through it.”
Note: I said before that this is a fic about healing and that is true but even so I will tag it as angst because it hurt a lot to read it– but it was the good kind of hurt, I promise.
ah, so incredibly touched by your words. thank you for reading and leaving such lovely feedback. I’m glad it was able to touch your heart the way it did mine as I wrote it. ❤️❤️❤️
a bts x txt crossover mini series • loosely based off of miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children
summary: as a destructive half hollow and half peculiar that is capable of wiping out an entire planet and resetting its evolution, you are banished to the void, a state of nothingness and darkness, with no escape route. all you want to do is prove to miss davarr that you wouldn’t harm anyone, wouldn’t hurt a soul— so, you try to find ways to free yourself. until this day, no one has been able to find your whereabouts since miss davarr has kept your location a secret, tucked tightly in the depths of her mind and hidden well; your identity a lost memory. therefore, all while trying to outweigh the good vs. the bad within you, you attempt to communicate with a peculiar who has the strongest connection to hollows and has the ability to put the pieces of the puzzle together to free you.
the only problem? he’s not aware of his peculiarity.
genre: peculiar children au, dark fantasy au, action/adventure au
Omg! I can't wait for this and looking forward! Like I can't imagine BTS and TXT characters collide in this unique world. It doesn't help that I enjoyed reading the Peregrine series as well. Haha
Summary: Taking viagra while your roommate is around should not be legal.
Themes: just porn 😎
Word Count: 2.95k, not edited
Inspo: i don’t know uhm vIagRa?????? 😭
Warnings: Degradation (calls u a whore bc everyone is a whore for Jung Hoseok 😩), big dick (do I even have to explain), unprotected seggs, oral (m receiving), roughety fuckety, mature language, viagra ingestion, overstim because duh, Jung Hoseok idk y’all should be warned abt him, and a lil bit of pain kink yk (he yanks ur hair and ur jaw, and ooo pussy slapping lololol).
a/n: idk enjoyy 🥰
You shouldn’t have done this. Nope. You really shouldn’t have.
Your hands were trembling, clutching one of your pillows tightly as you groaned in pain feeling another surge or wetness in between your legs. Knees trembling, feeling feverish as you endured the effect of the drug.
Just what the hell were you thinking? You asked yourself repeatedly. Crotch grinding against one of the pillows, eyes closing as you felt fabric grinding against your undeniably sensitive bud.
Moaning uncontrollably as you pushed yourself against the pillow harder, wetness slowly making its way to the fabric of your shorts as your folds cling on your underwear. Desperate for any friction, just anything to help you stimulate your growing need. Neck arching as you sped up, biting your lips in frustration because everything you tried to do had not been enough.
You need dick.
Fuck.
You cursed under your breath. Trying to shake off the image of your roommate, who was probably sleeping peacefully in the other room.
Stupid viagra. You slammed your fist against the pillow you clutched ever so tightly, it was a stupid thing you and your friend came up with, an experimentation with your bodies, you were the stupid one trailing along considering that she had her boyfriend to at least help her whereas here you were, alone, shaking in fervour as you tried to deal with the side effects of the drug all by yourself.
Your breathing was heavy, stomach moving quickly trying to keep up with your lungs as you could no longer take it. Fingertips moving the hem of your tank top as you caressed your breasts, nipples all perked up, while your hips began grinding against nothing.
The air conditioning was doing nothing against the heat that burnt you from within. Tiny droplets of sweat trickled down your skin as you desperately hoped for release.
Your hole was pulsating at this point. The flush walls desperately closing and constricting against nothing. Wetness continued to pour from your cunt, pooling in between your thighs as your thoughts were clouded by Hoseok.
The way his hips move, all imprinted into your tiny little head. His tongue darting out of those pretty lips as he danced along the beat, moving his body smoothly. God, fuck!
Jung Hoseok is the epitome of sin. He’s the embodiment. Your head was creating a series of sensual events, all involving the insatiable thirst that you have for him and him alone.
His pelvic area was truly unforgivable.
Just thinking about his taut arms, the way they moved against the rhythm, hooded lids as he concentrated on the beat.
It was safe to say you were a whore for Jung Hoseok.
A stray shaky hand slowly reached down to pull your undergarments and shorts down, whilst the other one circled around one of your perked up nipples. Holding one of your breasts in its’ entirety as you swallowed thickly, biting your bottom lip as the cold air blew against your warm sex.
Your toes curled, fingers tracing downwards as you felt your belly button, clothing barely making it past your knees as you grounded yourself against the comforters. Breath coming into a halt as you felt how wet you were, folds spread open, covered in your own juices. Gushing from your tiny little hole down the crevice of your ass.
Feeling cold against its’ warmth, you gasped upon touching your clit. The slow burn you once liked whilst masturbating had been long gone as one slender finger found its’ way inside your wet cavern.
Gasping at the sensation, you groaned. Pace quickly moving faster, mind playing with obscure images of you and Hoseok, slowly tearing up due to the obvious lack of his presence as you inched your way towards your climax.
You groaned in the ineradicable longing for him. Knowing the paper thin walls that separated the two of you, you moaned louder, hoping that somehow you’d be able to disrupt his ears and call him, to lure him into fucking you.
Oh to be fucked by Jung Hoseok.
“Shit, Hoseok!” You gasped feeling the first sense of release, it was barely a release. Knees trembling as your fingertips danced along your scorching skin.
Hoseok. Hoseok. Hoseok.
Your mind played its’ tune as for the second time tonight, you were masturbating to his image. Masturbating to his filthy pelvic thrusts. All the while a second finger was slowly entering your warmth, you groaned at the stretch, feeling delightful as the tight ring of muscle quivered.
The fabric of your bed sticking distastefully against your skin, sweat coating your body despite the cold breeze of the air conditioning.
And yet another displeasing orgasm. Short, and lonesome.
Toes clenching, body trembling at the unshakeable heat emanating from every cell. Burning you from your insides, as your head continues to punish you with sinful thoughts of him.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
Clammy hands, still wet from their previous ventures, reached for your phone. Panting while the call connected, you were left speechless as you heard his cute little “hello~” on the other line.
Was he completely oblivious? These walls are proving to be far thicker than they are. Regardless, you remained adamant, “Hoseok, h-help me.” Your voice was small, thighs closing in on one of the pillows you could reach as you desperately sought after another release, or any contact at least with your pulsating clit.
“Please.” You were in a rush, embarrassment flooding in your brain as you dismissed the call. Humping the pillow as you chanted his name like a mantra, trying to summon him in his entirety.
One.
Two.
Three short knocks erupted from the wooden door. “Come in!” You didn’t even think twice. Mind all muddled up at this point, unbothered as you exposed your entire body.
His petite frame came into view as his eyes widen, cheeks turning flush, biting his lip as he tried to stop whatever word it was.
He was quick to turn around, hands closing in on his hips. Your soft moans echoed inside the room, the constant friction between the fabric of your pillowcase and your cunt could also be heard from his current position. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He cursed under his breath, you couldn’t see his expression, unaware of how he felt regarding the situation.
Just seeing his frame made your insides ignite, you moved against the pillow faster, harder. “Please, I’ve made a mistake.” You meek. “Yeah, I could tell!” His loud voice boomed, you whimpered upon hearing him. “Help me, Hoseok. I can’t do it by myself,” you sobbed, tears falling freely, unable to find your own release.
He held his breath, biting his lip, dick turning hard against the soft silk fabric. “You make it so hard to live with you,” he muttered, finally meeting your eyes, hooded lids continue to intimidate you.
“What the fuck did you do, little one?” Your thighs jolted upon hearing the new nickname, toes curling, back arched as you were met with his imposing figure.
You pulled the pillow closer to yourself, trying to get more use out of it. Your breasts were left exposed, his eyes danced around your entire figure, seeing how broken you looked for him. Desperate and frail, that was how you appeared to him.
“How did you end up in this situation? All fragile and… horny.” He kept distance between the two of you. Regardless of what he was saying his voice alone was enough to stimulate your insides, moaning loudly continuing in a faster pace. “Are you getting yourself off?”
“Jesus, fuck, yes Hobi. I am. Are you helping me or not?” It came out far more aggressive than what you had anticipated it to be, for someone who asked for help you were a little bitchy. “Who’s going to help you besides me?” There was a lilt in his voice, your previous statement making an impact in his aura.
You paused, unsure of what answer he wanted to hear from you. “Hmm?” He stepped closer, prying your legs open, throwing the pillow away. You were left completely exposed to him, head looking away from him from the sudden rush of embarrassment.
You were exposed. He saw the way your hole twitched, how your folds glistened, your sweaty skin, hard nipples, the way your neck constricted, how your throat moved after feeling him get closer to you, the way your hands cupped your breasts. He saw you entirely.
“I asked you a question, least I expected is an answer from the little bitch who disrupted my sleep.” His warm breathe fanned over your face. Feeling his body so close to you, you couldn’t help but grind against one of his thighs, conveniently located in the juncture between both of your legs.
You moaned at the contact.
“You’re gonna call Jimin? Jungkook? Hm? Ask them to fuck you?” You shook your head a no, body pulling away from yours as he gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. Grasping you harder, forcing your lips into a pout. “What would they think when you moan my name, while their dick’s pounding you, hm?”
Pushing you away from him, jaw quickly turning red with his harsh grip. He pried your legs open, cupping your entire womanhood as two of his slender fingers found its’ way inside you. “Come on, little one, where’d your voice go? Just a minute ago you were busy moaning my fucking name.”
Forcing a third finger in, he pounded you harshly, directing your body towards his direction with just the hand he’s fucking you with. Palm hitting the supple flesh of your clit as lewd sounds erupted from your pussy.
His other hand working through the fabric of your tank top, completely ridding you of your clothing. You couldn’t help but moan his name out loud, hips grinding down towards his palm as he thrusted his fingers harder.
You were holding his wrist in an attempt to get away from him, feeling pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, trying to get a grip of yourself as you slowly slipped away from reality. “Fuck, too much!” Despite your earlier orgasms, this one felt a lot more intense.
The rough and calloused pad of his fingertips brushed past the sensitive and spongy area within, your legs began to buckle and shake, trying to close them but his arms pushed them down. “You’re not getting away, little one.” He chuckled darkly, dark hair covering his eyes as he pounded into you faster. “You wanted help, right?” You nodded, hands still holding onto his arm, forcefully closing your legs, tears beginning to brew inside your eyes as you came.
But Hoseok’s thirst was insatiable, despite feeling you tighten and orgasm around his fingers, he continued his rough pace. Aiming for the spot that made you see stars, vision clouded as you began to tear up, moaning his name repeatedly and a hurried amount of syllables that made no sense.
You were losing your fucking mind to Jung Hoseok and you were here for it.
“F-fuckk,” clammy hands desperately clutching onto his arm, voice reverberating. An unfamiliar, sickening twist boiled within your stomach as he pounded you quicker. He was groaning, seeing the way your tight hole enveloped his fingers, secretly hoping it was his dick that your tight cavern hugged.
“You gonna come for me again, hm, little one?”
“Y-yes,” like a porn star in an adult film, that was how you sounded. Moaning his name like a mantra as you held for your dear life, releasing the tight coil that developed in the pit of your stomach.
Eyes closed, back arched, body convulsing as you let a stream of wetness. Pulling away, Hoseok was quick to move, creating friction between his wet fingers and your swollen bundle of nerves, prolonging the gush of wetness.
It was only when you felt how damp the bed was when you had realised you had squirted. What. The. Fuck?
“Oh, we’re not done yet baby.” Pulling your head harshly, creating a makeshift ponytail, as he pulled his pants down.
His dick was long, hard and jutting. The fabric of his boxers creating a prison that confined his large prowess.
He was invigorated at this point.
You weren’t able to catch your breath, chest rising up and down as he pushed you below him. Forcing his dick inside your mouth as he bobbed you head up and down, making you swallow at least the tip of it.
You knees were weak, shaking still. The previous orgasm completely taking your breath away as you teared up.
“God, if I could just paint a picture like this.” He chuckled darkly under his breath, a vein popping against the skin of his neck, collarbones showing under the dangerously low v-cut of his shirt.
Traces of your previous orgasm remained visible in his shirt. Fumbling with the hem of it, tugging it out of him, as you tried to keep up with his pace his dick slowly pushing deeper.
He groaned.
His other arm reached behind him tugging the shirt off in one fluid motion. You grew wetter.
Your hips undulated.
The slight gape of your hole twitching, folds remaining open due to the previous intrusion. Both of your hands wrapped around his thick, long length.
You gagged around him, saliva pooling in your mouth, trickling and creating a stretched thin line between his penis and your lips as he pulled you away. Neck showing as he gripped your hair harshly in a makeshift ponytail.
Your lips were swollen, throat dry from the raw fucking he just did.
“So pretty for me, all fucked up. Can you take more for me, hm?” He pulled your face closer to his as he sealed the gap between the two of you. Neck still pulled backwards.
You were sure he could taste himself. It was filthy, full of your own spit, his precum, but you loved every second of it. “Yes. Anything,” you gave yourself entirely to him, wincing at your harsh voice.
Hand still wrapped around his hard dick, tracing the vein that ran along it. Thumb gently massaging the red tip as his hips voluntarily pushed against the palm of your hand.
He let go of your hair, allowing you to lay flat on your back before he pulled your legs around his thin waist. Spitting in his palm loudly before smacking your cunt, pushing all three of his fingers so suddenly, before giving it another firm slap. “Fuck, Hoseok!” You yelled, pushing towards him as the back of his cock glided along your slit.
He gave you little to no time to prepare.
The same hips you saw moving on stage pushed his cock inside you in one quick stroke. The girth splitting you in half as his length pushed against the walls of your cervix.
Certainly there was a burn, of course there was. But the delicious way it filled you up outshines the initial pain of the intrusion.
It was rough, it was messy. He pounded straight into you with little to no warning, kissing your lips, tongues binding together in a messy make out as you closed your eyes.
Your breasts moved along with his thrusts as you pulled him closer to you, pulling out of the kiss to allow yourself to breath.
One hand tracing the curve and the dips of your hips as he pistoned inside you. Pushing his entire length, pulling away until it’s just the tip before slamming harshly.
“God, f-fuck me,” you muttered under you breath, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses as they marked you with purple hues. Decorating you like his little toy, marking you as his, his possession and his obsession.
“I am, baby.” He replied, hips moving nonstop against your flesh. You hugged him closer to you as you felt another knot brewing from within you. Tears continued to flood your eyes from the never ending pleasure that you felt.
You were unsure if it was the viagra working or the general fact that Hoseok just knew how to fuck like a beast.
Nails clawing his back, drawing harsh lines against them as you sobbed against his shoulder. Your body went numb, calves pulling him closer, deeper into you, muttering gibberish in an uncontrollable manner.
Biting him in an attempt to hush yourself as another orgasm came washing over you.
Hands balling into fists, curling them up, clutching his body tightly as another sob emanated from your mouth. You shook your head repeatedly, his thrusts never coming into a halt as he whispered against your ear.
“I’m close baby, just one more for me, one more,” he licked your lobe, sending shivers up and down your spine.
The thin skin wrapping around his rod burning due to friction, it was painful but you held on for him. As if the previous orgasm had never stopped, you came around him once again, his hips stuttering as he finally filled you up.
Pulling out of you, as your essence mixed together, gushing out of your abused hole.
“Oh the things you do to me, y/n…” he whispered in your ear, you were in a daze. Too high to answer whatever he was saying. “What did you do to get this fucked up?” His voice was soft, genuinely curious. “Viagra… viagra…” your eyes were closing, the ceiling becoming an array of colours.
“What else did I expect from you…” Hoseok chuckled as he stood up, wearing his clothes as he showered. Afterwards cleaning you up and taking your limp body with him towards his room, where the two of you slept peacefully.
a/n: hopefully u enjoyeddd! feedbacks are all welcome. Tysm for reading! 🥰
Hoping to release a few more fics hopefully I don’t become a lazy mofo 😩🙌
• Summary: Your friend Hoseok decided to use his excessive wealth for good and take the both of you on a much-needed vacation. The flight was meant to be relaxing until he broke out one of his most expensive bottles of champagne.
• Warnings/themes: Both reader and Hobi are tipsy as hell, Dom!Hobi, mile high club, hot use of champagne, swearing, allusions to masturbation, dirty talk, discussion and use of safe words, spanking, oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, 34+35, doggy style, unprotected sex (reader is on BC but still), riding, aftercare, jealousy, porn without plot, brief mention of shower sex
• Notes: Inspired by Hoe Hope World and Hobi being a fine piece of work, especially in this GIF; just have Airplane playing on repeat in the back while you read tbh 😬 Hobi’s jet is based off of the Embraer Lineage 1000E (it’s a nice ass jet but the poor in me is screaming) Crossposted to AO3 as well.
• Taglist: @xjoonchildx
It was official. Jung Hoseok had no sense of time whatsoever. Who the hell tells someone to meet them at the airport at a certain time and is going on an hour late?
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tattoo artist!yoongi x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, mini series
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mentions of sex, toxic parenting
After the very much needed shower you took at Yoongi’s place – while you made sure you didn’t waste too much water – you rushed out of his apartment barely giving him a glance, informing him that you’ll text him first.
Poor him, he barely had any chance to react before you were already out of his place.
It’s the next day and you have the need to bang your head against the nearest object. Why the hell did you tell him you’ll text him first? Now you’re completely stuck whether you should just text him and set up another meeting (or more like sex appoitment), or wait for another month for things to cool down.
You feel like you need things to come back to normal before you dive into the world of baby making with your husband’s brother. It sounds terrible in all honesty. It’s such a difficult situation but it’s still a situation all three of you agreed to. So instead of fear of what people around you might say if they knew the truth or how guilty you feel about sleeping with another man that isn’t your husband, you remind yourself every moment you think about this, of the outcome.
The outcome that is two lines on the pregnancy test and a healthy baby that will make your family complete.
It's UP! This chapter, the part btwb yoongi and y/n is wholesome if that makes any sense. I like how we get to know more back story about yoongi and what made him so at odds with his family. I also love how he didn't take advantage of the situation. Ok. Mainly and honestly, I just love yoongi. Lol!
He hikes up your nightgown, expecting to see another barrier but he's completely shocked and welcomed by a sight of your bare pussy. And he looks up, letting you see his sparkling big eyes while you sheepishly grin in return.
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