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synopsis: relationships, love and commitment are never taehyung’s thing, yet he finds his heart skipping a beat everytime he crosses paths with you.
⤷ kim taehyung x reader || college au, fuckboy!taehyung, mild angst, fluff || 920 words || rating: G || no warnings
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It’s no secret that Kim Taehyung is a stud.
Whether it was because of his godly looks, his deep baritone that could sway even the toughest of hearts or because of his ability to capture hearts with just the twitch of his pink lips; he’s had an innumerable amount of women lined up to obey his every whim.
Despite having countless flings and endless numbers of hook-ups during both his high school and college life, none of them have ever caught his eye the way you have.
The little crowd that had gathered around the table in the kitchen screamed in celebration as Seokjin landed the little white ball into the last cup, effectively ending the game much to the disappointment of Jungkook and Jisoo, who groaned loudly. Jungkook started calling foul as Seokjin hugged you in victory, spinning you around as you laughed. Turns out, in addition to being extremely handsome, Seokjin had great aim, making this the third game the two of you had won.
“They can’t win Best Dressed and Beer Pong! That’s unfair!” Jimin whined, still annoyed that your rendition of “mismatched home outfit” - his words - had won over his expensive “hand-stitched” playboy bunny outfit, which in all reality was a set of bunny ears and tail from Party City, and a pair of expensive leather booty shorts that he already owned.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Jiminie,” you joked as you pet his head, your totally non-canon heels making it easier for you to reach him than usual. He scowled in return, shrugging you off but couldn’t help break into a laugh as you stumbled, giggly and inebriated. That last game had really pushed you from tipsy to drunk. Despite the way Seokjin was taunting Jungkook, your win was pure luck. Jungkook and Jisoo were insanely good at beer pong and even before you started, you were seeing in two.
Hello readers! I've been missing for a long time, but words have been drained from me. I've been having a hard time writing, and I'm sorry I haven't been addressing those months-old requests in my inbox. I promise I wil get to them as long as I don't feel silent anymore.
I started this drabble after 2021 BangBangcon, and it's been progressing slowly and painfully. I'm glad I can offer it now. I'm also working on the final for Mold Me New and on Jungkook's Illicit Affairs. I can't promise much after that, except Lavender Honey. It's been saving me lately.
Synopsis: Namjoon is lounging alone in his room after the concert. Fortunately (or maybe not) an unexpected guest has come to visit. The joy of being reunited slowly melts at worries of the past, and of the future.
Triggers: Vixen is very moody, mostly because of jetlag and a pregnancy scare and the wedding preparations. There is plenty of nakedness -- unkinky one. They're both very volatile and vulnerable, Namjoon is worried he's not taking care of her and he's guiltripping himself.
Thank you for staying at my side, reader. Thank you for joining me in case you're a new one. Mostly, thank you, @joheunsaram, for beta reading this and unknowingly, silently, being my safe place together with @hobiandsprite. To my friends in nets and projects and collabs, to the people who reach out to me and I've reached out to. Thank you.
Namjoon finally sat on his bed, feeling the comforting exhaustion that comes after a performance, the kind of soothing, relaxing content of having done well, of everything going according to plan.
He was relieved and tired, ready to sleep.
His mind went to you as soon as he laid down, towel wrapped around his waist, rolling onto the bed.
It was almost eleven and, though he had loved having dinner with the guys and some of the dancers too, he was not in the mood for being around people.
He felt tired and lonely, especially after seeing a few staff members go for a late walk, hand in hand, exploring the nightlife in the city.
He just wanted to sleep.
He wanted the gooey, gelatinous feeling of nostalgia and melancholy to leave his chest. He counted the weeks until he would be back home. He took out his phone, sending you a text.
It felt strange that you hadn’t texted him yet.
He somehow expected better from you, his fiancée, beloved darling of his heart.
Just the thought of you brought a smile back on his face before he pouted and shook his head. Still, you hadn’t texted him.
He told himself it was just the adrenaline dying down, that he was feeling blue because the excitement of the performance and the crowd was receding.
He didn’t think about the way he missed touching your hair before falling asleep or feeling your limbs tighten around him. He didn’t think about the extra pillows he’d been ordering in the last three hotels just so he could get some peace of mind, placing them so he could get in his usual sleeping position — the one where your leg would end up between his and your head would find its place underneath his chin.
He missed your fingers in his hair, combing it until your arm got heavy and you drifted off to sleep like a pup.
His daydreaming was stopped by a quick, quiet knock on the door.
He was startled by it, and almost worried for a second, slipping on his bathrobe in case it was someone unfamiliar.
He was waiting for a second knock, just in case it was one of the guys messing around, before a voice called, “Mr Fox. I think there’s a special delivery for you.”
Namjoon blinked a few times. There were slim chances anyone would call him that unless they were extremely close to him. The kind of people that would see him with you, celebrate birthdays and holidays and drive the two of you around, protect you from the press.
The kind of people that knew about his little fox.
He opened the door slightly.
There you appeared, a bit messy and chaotic. It wasn’t your usual look. Your hair was tied up and half hidden in a bandana, you were wearing glasses and you had a face mask on, but he would recognise you anywhere. Plus, the charm hanging from your necklace made your identity obvious. You were the only one who could have it.
“Oh, sorry I ruined your plans,” you cooed, batting your eyelashes. “I believe I’m welcome— Ah!”
Namjoon stretched his arms out, picking you up and hugging you to him, a grin widening on his face.
“Please, go inside,” a security guard told him, Namjoon nodding and carrying you into his room.
By the time he closed the door, he was already kissing you like a man possessed, mask shoved down to your chin; still, you felt his arms shaking and insisted to be put down. “Hi baby,” he murmured, unhooking the elastic bands from your ears and removing the garment, cupping your cheeks.
“Sorry, I’m a sweaty mess,” you said, taking off your bandana and glasses. “I was at the show tonight!”
His eyes widened. “Really? And I didn’t spot you?”
“I was a bit far from the stage. Giggles and Candy and Kitten are here too! We were together! And I think Yoongi noticed Kitten! I’m sure Hobi spotted Giggles but he managed to keep a straight face. She was swooning over him the whole time, it was so hilarious!” You told him, still excited. “And the crowd was great. It was magnificent! They knew every word! I was so surprised,” you went on, Namjoon beaming at your enthusiasm.
“Did you eat? Would you like to wash up? Where are you staying?” He asked, already trying to understand how much time he would have.
“You guys are leaving the day after tomorrow, right?” You checked in, ignoring the other questions.
“Yeah, around seven a.m. Answer my questions, baby.”
“Okay, we sort of ate, and we’re staying in this hotel. We got a room for the four of us because we knew it wouldn’t be actually used,” you confessed with a shy smile, placing your hands on his hips and shyly getting closer. “We arranged everything with your managers. They were so sweet.”
“Vixen. Did you eat?” he asked again, slightly upset at you not answering the question.
“We had something after the concert, but I wasn’t really hungry.”
“Vixen.”
“Okay. I had a steak. We ate in the hotel’s restaurant. I drank two cups of water and ate a fruit salad for dessert. Happy? And don’t call the girls, I believe they have better stuff to do instead of filling you in on my meal plans.”
He inhaled. “Why didn’t you bring a change of clothes?”
“It’s in my room,” you said, your finger sliding into the deep neckline of his robe, separating the lapels until your lips could meet the skin of his chest.
“Why didn’t you shower there?” he asked, letting your hands get curious. He had missed your touch, your girlish ways, everything.
“I wanted your soap.” You stared at the dark circle of his nipple once you managed to get the robe off his shoulder.
“Do you need help undressing, little one?” he asked, his fingers sliding underneath your shirt and tugging it out of your tennis skirt.
You nodded, lifting your arms up. “I missed being undressed.”
He smiled and let his large palms brush up your sides, slightly wet with perspiration. “I bet.” As soon as your shirt was off, he was happy to find a light cotton bra with a funny flower print. He took it off gently as you watched his every move. “I missed you,” you said tenderly once his hands cupped the curves of your breasts.
He kissed both before cupping your cheeks instead and kissing your mouth chastely, innocently. “I missed you too. I love you so much, Vixen. So, so much, little fox.”
You hugged him close, welcoming the way you felt at home in his arms. “I love you too, you big cuddle bear.”
His smile was so heartwarming you could barely hold back tears of joy.
“I missed kissing you and touching you so bad,” he went on, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand to his cheek, kissing your palm.
“Please, get me naked,” you reminded him, hoping he would take care of it.
He was ecstatic to reacquaint with the tattoo on your hip, kneeling and kissing it as soon as he pushed the waistband of your skirt and panties low enough. “Do you have plans tomorrow?” he asked, placing his lips over your belly button.
“I think so.”
He clenched his jaw and tried to look like he wasn’t bothered by that. Why would you make plans if you had travelled for twenty-five hours to see him? Shouldn’t you have kept yourself free so he could spend time with you?
He tried not to sulk. He really tried hard not to…
“Aw, don’t sulk, Joonie bear. The only plan I have is spending at least six hours making love with you.”
He blinked a couple times before he squeezed your waist between his hands. “You played me?” he asked with a wide grin. He was too happy to scold you. “And who told you I’m even interested in making love to you, naughty girl.”
You crossed your arms, entirely unafraid no matter your completely naked state. “Is that so?”
Namjoon backtracked quickly. “Vixen, wait. Baby—”
You were pouting. And it was not your cute pout. It was a sad pout and he hated seeing it. It usually didn’t announce anything good.
“Can I please shower?”
And now he had you out of your little space.
“Babylove?”
“Don’t mind me, I’m just fussy from jetlag.” Your expression was tired, quickly losing the happy gleam you had on a few minutes ago.
Namjoon knew your mood swings could be very brusque, but from how quickly you had lost your temper, he also understood how tired and stressed you had to be.
He couldn’t do much once you locked the door.
A playful joke had turned into silent treatment and although a part of him wanted to complain about how utterly insufferable you were, a smarter side told him to wait and talk it out.
From being with you for more than one year, he had learned that you had a tendency to hide your fears and insecurities, attacking whenever someone hit too close to an unspoken vulnerability.
He knew what to do. He mustered all his patience and nerves and common sense and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as time ticked by before you finally decided to come out of the bathroom.
“Hey,” he called, patting the bed at his side.
Wrapped in a towel, you followed his suggestion, taking place at his side.
“What was it, love?”
You shook your head.
“Babylove?” he spurred you again.
Once more, you shook your head, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “Sorry, it just sent me spiraling. As I said I’m messed up with jetlag and I’ve been a bit all over the place with my feelings.”
He placed an arm behind your back, pulling you closer. “What is it that you’re not telling me, ____?”
It felt easier to say once in the cocoon of his loving embrace. “About three weeks ago I took a test.”
Namjoon inhaled loudly. He’d been in Los Angeles three weeks ago. Wait, was it Los Angeles? He couldn’t even remember. “Okay. And?”
You rubbed his chest. “It was negative. Still, I was really scared.”
He nodded, his hand still rubbing your shoulders. Hold on. “You mean a pregnancy test?” he asked, now more worried.
You nodded with tiny, imperceptible movements.
He had you in his lap in seconds, pulling your body flush to his. “For fuck’s sake.” He covered your face in kisses. “Are you feeling okay, baby?”
You nodded again, this time more convinced as he reassured you. “It was just a bad scare. I think it was a mix of stress and the weather and… yeah. All of that.”
“Oh, god.” Namjoon touched your face, making you look into his eyes. He was so worried. “I should have been there—”
“It’s okay, I’m okay, I took care of it,” you reassured him in return, stopping him from quickly losing his mind.
“What if it had been positive, uh? I should have been there,” he fussed, tugging at his hair violently out of stress.
You kissed him to make him quiet. “Well, it wasn’t positive so let’s not fuss about that. Stop worrying. You’ll get wrinkles and get bald. I don’t want to marry a bald man. Bold yes, bald meh.”
You got him to smile faintly.
“See. That’s it.” You kissed the tip of his nose. “Don’t worry.”
He bobbed his head and held you tighter, sniffing at you. “I really like you in my shower gel,” he said out of the blue.
“That’s why I travelled for twenty-five hours and snuck in your hotel room.”
He let himself chuckle. “I like you even more in my body lotion.” He kissed the shell of your ear. “May I propose that as atonement?”
You shed your towel comfortably and layed on your back in the middle of the bed. “Don’t make me wait,” you murmured, looking at him sweetly.
He licked his lips, staring a little before grabbing the tube of lotion and pouring some on his palm. “Massage boy is right on track.”
He started from your calves, the lotion only slightly chilly after he had warmed it up in his hands. He rubbed the tendons of your ankles before digging into your twin muscles. “Need me to take care of the footsies, love?”
You purred and nodded, his thumbs pressing down the arch of your foot, where the muscles had stayed stressed all day due to pressure, the weather and all the walking and standing.
He worked the pads of your toes, the ball of your feet, your heels—
“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips landing on the back of your knee. “I bet I would die of beauty overload if I ever saw you in your white dress.”
You smirked, trying to reach for him though you were laying on your back and couldn't see him. “Be patient.”
Namjoon couldn't. “And I would die again if I ever saw you with a baby bump.”
Your heart stopped.
“So pretty. Radiant. Full and round and florid. You'd look so alive. So… so beautiful.” He kept massaging the back of your thighs until he reached your bottom, getting more lotion before starting to knead into the soft, plush flesh.
“You'd be into that?” You asked, insecure, your voice shaky.
“I'd be into that, as long as it's you,” he replied, melting all the knots in your glutes before reaching your lower back, getting your spine to crack a few times as he diligently released all the pressure packed there.
“You want to see me pregnant?” you asked again.
“When you're ready for it. Possibly after we get married and I get to have you for a full week naked in a comfy, artsy villa in the middle of a very thick, very deserted forest.”
You chuckled. “You found the villa?” You felt incredulous.
“I found the villa. And it's free two weeks after the ceremony. For ten days.” He reached your nape. “Can you believe it?”
“Tell me you booked it, please.”
“Booked two weeks ago.” He kissed your neck. “We're only missing the plane tickets but I don't even care, I'm willing to pay tens of thousands.”
You snickered. “Don't splurge. I'll get the tickets. Do you think we can travel together?”
“I'm finally putting a ring on your finger, Vixen. I don't fucking care if anyone sees us. They can put us on the papers all they want. We'll be married, little fox. Husband and wife. Till death do us part and all of that. Turn, babylove,” he instructed you.
You obeyed, your eyes locking with his, his strong thighs straddling you. “Are you sure about the whole forever thingie?”
“You mean if I'm sure about committing to the smartest, sexiest, cutest brat I've ever met?” Namjoon's eyes filled with joy. “where do I sign up?” His focus lasted little. “Hello, my pretty cherries,” he whispered flirtily, cupping your breasts and kissing one nipple, then the other. “So perfect,” he murmured.
Your hand drew a thin, light line up the back of his thigh, underneath the robe. “I don't even know why you like them.”
“I love them.” He let his palms skim your sides and belly. “I think I've never properly showed them some love…”
“Except that time you covered them in chocolate.”
He hummed and climbed off you, starting once more from your calves. “Memorable days. We should do that more often.” His hands slid up all the way to your thighs, making you hum as he kneaded the knots in your quads. “Feels good?”
“Very,” you mewled, parting your legs only slightly as he kept heading up, digging his digits in your hips, finding the spots that always made you weak. “There…”
“Right here baby fox.” He kissed your belly as he kept massaging you. He slowed down to deliver another small kiss, just below your belly button. “Do you need me to take care of it? Your period should be close…” he murmured, offering you pleasure but also knowing your libido could be slightly different due to hormones.
“Can we just sleep for tonight? I kept myself up to catch good sleep.”
Namjoon smiled before he stretched to kiss your nose. “Such a good girl. You must be so sleepy and grumpy, baby love, uh?”
You nodded and wrapped your legs around him, beginning to take off his robe. Few things made you happier than falling asleep wrapped up in Namjoon and nothing else. You could love him like that, all the time.
You would love him and nobody else, and require for nothing but him. You knew once in his arms you would be in need of nothing but his heartbeat harmonising with yours.
“Daddy?”
He kissed your forehead. “Yes, my love,” he replied calmly.
“I want to be held.”
He smiled so wide the whole room lit up. “I have to wash my hands first, baby.” He kissed your cheek, buttering you up so he would get you to cooperate. “I'll be back in ten seconds.”
You whined as he made to stand, hooking your legs around him.
“Let go, baby fox. If you don’t get bratty, this will be done in seconds and I'll be back to braid your hair for bed.”
You pouted and let him go, turning with your back to him.
He snickered and headed for the bathroom, cleaning his hands quickly and energetically before placing the robe on the hook and coming back to bed, completely naked — just in case you turned around and wanted a bit of an eye candy.
You did not turn. He laid behind you as delicately as possible, given his size. “Can I braid your hair?”
“Do you still remember how to do that?” You murmured reluctantly.
He felt twice as wrong. “If I forgot, I'll learn again. Over and over. Just for you.” He kissed your nape. “And the baby daughter we'll have someday.”
Once more you felt your body tense. You forced yourself to relax as Namjoon's hands started stroking your slightly damp hair, dividing it in three sections.
“From the sides to the middle,” you reminded him absentmindedly.
He did have some muscle memory, but the locks were too messy and they kept getting tangled and in the end he had something far from the neat, balanced, aesthetic pleat you would make. He still wrapped the end in a tie and placed it down, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. “You really feel too nice in my body wash and lotion.”
You fixed your stance against him. “Switch off the light, please?”
He blinked and did as you asked. He wanted his little one back — not this old and distant woman.
Somehow in the dark you found it easier to talk. You turned and spread your limbs all over him, Namjoon feeling relieved as your body language announced yet another shift.
“I'm scared of children,” you murmured. “I— I don't want to think I'll have to share you with even more people. I already have to share so much of you.”
He held you closer and exhaled. He knew the time he gave you was always little compared to the one you deserved. He knew sometimes he felt too distant, too away, and it caused you to suffer. He trusted your rational part, the one that appreciated every moment he gave you and never dared ask for more; however, he knew you were greatly restraining yourself from roaring at him and asking for more. For a full weekend. For a Friday night. For an unplanned dinner at the restaurant mid-week. For a trip to a bookshop or a visit at the museum. For anything and everything you deserved.
“I can handle sharing you with your job and your fans and your friends. But children? No,” you opposed. “I couldn't handle raising them by myself eighty percent of the time, watching them suffer because dad never has much time for them.”
Namjoon felt ice in his veins. “You mean to tell me you don't want them ever?”
You shook your head. “I know you want them and I wouldn't have said yes to marrying you if I didn't want kids myself. I'm just saying I want them to live in a safe, emotionally stable and healthy environment. I don't want them to grow up with mom and a sliver of dad.”
He knew the topic came from your own upbringing and he was twice as delicate just for that. “Then we can have them once I start slowing down.”
You kissed his heart. “Sometimes I doubt you'll ever slow down. You can't go ten thousand miles an hour and get to see the first tooth, the first step, hear the first babbling, the first word… Plus, I love my job. I don't want to give up on it.”
He clenched his jaw and slipped his fingers into the hair at your nape. “Look at me, ____.”
Shyly you did so in the dark. You could barely see his face, still you could feel the tension on him. “I won't let you be alone. I'll be there. When you're down, when you're up. And I'll be a dad just as much as you'll be a mom. I won't leave you alone. Ever. I'll stand at your side. I need you to believe in me, babylove.” He kissed your mouth feverishly, like all his fears could crumble the moment your lips met his, an antidote to anxiety and insecurity. “I want to be your husband, your equal, and I need you to have faith in me, Vixen. The moment we're ready, I'll take a step back. I'm even ready to be a stay at home dad. We'll get a bigger place, and I'll produce and write from home, get a part time nanny. I'm ready for everything, as long as it's with you.”
You were short of words, mostly for the way his thoughts came from a place of unspoken understanding, from cares he never forgot to deliver and small things you had told him once, in the dark, terrified that the scars of old wounds would drive him away.
“I love you,” you whispered, touching his face and kissing his heart.
Namjoon caressed your hair. “I love you too. I trust you, baby fox. Do you trust me?”
You nodded, your eyes getting watery. “I do.”
“I do.” He squished your cheeks together and rolled on top of you, your back now against the mattress. “Remember those words, Vixen. You'll have to say them again soon.”
You grinned and tickled him, making him jump off you as you reclaimed your position on his chest. “Oh, trust me. I won't forget them. And you'd better remember them too.”
He tangled his legs with yours. “I keep them in my head. All the time.”
You searched for his hair, petting it fondly. “I can't wait to be your wife.”
BTS scenario: Yoongi finds you after 1,871 days (3)
Summary: It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you. Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul.
Warnings/Notes: The continuation to Yoongi’s part in this scenario drabble. Please read because it might not sense if you don’t lol. No warnings as of now.
NCT characters will come in. Slight one-sided Taeyong x reader. This is a transition chapter for the next chapter (THE CHALLENGE!!) so it might not be as juicy as the previous chapters, bear with me.
Word Count: 1,610+ words
READ PART ONE HERE
READ PART TWO HERE
“Get up.”
Squinting, you stare up at Ten’s strict form from your place on the ground where you’d rolled after receiving one of his kicks. He looks fucking impeccable, no hair out of place, and here you are, gasping for breath.
Without answering, you pick yourself up, tasting the blood in your mouth from the kick he delivered to your face. Spitting it out, you level him with a glare, gingerly touching your ribs.
Ten narrows his eyes at you, surveying you from head to toe. “Fix your form - try not to get hit this time.”
He comes at you quick, arms light and close to his body, not an ounce of energy wasted. His left foot sweeps under you, nearly sending your sprawling to the ground again. Thinking fast, you jump back, feeling your muscles protest at each of your movements.
Gritting your teeth, you dart forward, going low. You catch Ten just before he springs up, arms around his waist, using your weight to propel both of you to the ground.
You have a better shot at beating the shit out of him in the dirt than upright.
Ten beats at your back, fists first then his elbows, but you hold tight before straddling him with your legs and using your central force to keep him down. You gather your strength to your arms, swinging precisely—
“You—“
“Hey! Lunch is ready!” Taeyong calls from behind you, and that’s enough to break your focus. Ten drives the heel of his hand up your nose, effectively breaking it. You roll away, barely even flinching at the pain and determinedly set your bone with a resounding crack.
Ten looks at you, a little ruffled, with a tiny smirk on his face. “Good choice going low, but that won’t work with a bigger opponent.”
You roll your eyes and turn to the direction of Taeyong’s voice. He’s at the veranda, complete with snacks and refreshments.
“Thanks for the tip. And the broken nose.”
Ten shrugs, “It’s not over ’til someone’s incapacitated or dead. Alphas don’t fight fair - especially with their pride on the line. You’ll do well to remember that.”
A little sequel to platonic because @ressjeon wanted it hehe.
word count - 1.8k
pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader
rating- PG-15
genre- fluff, fwb2lovers, bff2l
warnings- none! (I am an idiot and left the warnings from the original pwp on haha sorry friends 😅😅)
a.n- Well guess what… my self indulgent bullshit turned into more self indulgent bullshit ayoooo 🤪 special thanks to @ressjeon, @moccahobi, and @agustdjoon for their guest appearance as the gang’s girlfriends hehehehe
A big warm thank you to @hobiandsprite, @sugasbabiie and @taegularities for beta reading! ily guys 💕 also almost forget but thank you @casuallyimagining for the perfect seokjin pic for the banner 🥺
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
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You could hear the chirps of the tiny birds resting on your window sill as you opened your eyes, the morning chill warded off by Seokjin’s warm body wrapped around you, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You smiled, relishing the moment before opening your eyes, the hazy early sun greeting your eyes as it bathed your room in a soft glow from the drapes you had left undrawn the night before.
Yawning contentedly, you loosened his grip around you to sit up, only for him to cling onto your legs, humming as he snuggled his face into your hip. Mornings were his favourite. He savoured the quiet times he could lose himself next to you, tethering between consciousness as your scent engulfed him. No matter how many times he had woken up next to you, it never got old for Seokjin.
Summary: Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi were street punks pulling heists before they pulled the wrong one. Now, they have to drag a weird alien and his caretaker to another planet because otherwise the galaxy will fall into chaos. Oh, and the alien’s got the same birthmark as Namjoon. Weird, amiright?
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you
Tags: Soulmates, smut, angst, Graphic Depictions of Violence (fight scenes), gun violence, alien!Jimin, alien!Jin, criminal activity, hacking, sci-fi, futuristic dystopia, repressed memories, mentions of war, mentions of traumatic pasts, mentions of mental illness, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, swearing/cursing,
A/N: I wanted to thank @erotikkook for beta-ing this and the first chapter for me! you’re the best! <3
Chapter 1 < Masterlist > Chapter 3
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They grouped them together in the interrogation room. Namjoon found it particularly strange. Everything these guys did seemed off. When they arrested them, they did not force them into a cell immediately. They did not get a phone call, a lawyer, or even a damn sandwich. He knew Dee was going to kill him if she heard he got arrested again. Seeing the severity of their arrest, he knew she would eventually.
“We’re fucked,” hissed Hoseok, arms crossed over his chest. “If these bastards don’t kill us, Hutch will.”
“It’s your own damn fault we’re even here,” said Yoongi from the other side of Namjoon.
The shortest of the three, Yoongi’s leather jacket and skinny jeans made him seem even smaller. Namjoon looked to the cybernetic plates in his hair. Black strands shaved on the sides, the small plates glowed a soft pink underneath his hair. “You good?” he asked him quietly.
“Fine,” Yoongi muttered. “Just the regular dose. Nothing to worry about.”
“They didn’t hit you too hard though, right? I don’t need that shit breaking inside your brain.”
He smirked, “No. They saw the plates and my medical card. They know better than to abuse a patient.”
“When the hell are they gonna come in here?” asked Hoseok.
“I thought you’d want to stay in here as long as possible. Hutch can’t get you from in here.”
“No way,” he looked to Yoongi. “You saw those government guys when we pulled up? The soldiers? This is some serious stuff.”
Summary: Everybody talks about the terror, the calm, the longing in staring in the abyss. But nobody talks what happens when the abyss starts staring right back at you. Or, you’ve love him all your life and now you don’t know what to do.
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (slight Namjoon x Reader)
Warnings: Not much. Maybe a question on what feminism is.
Notes: Special thanks to @xjoonchildx ! This story probably would’ve stayed in the basement if not for them!
This is an interlude chapter, short quick transitionary piece for the more active part of the story.
Word Count: 585
Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart. Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Kim Taehyung, the one you had a crush on.
Pairing: Taehyung x female reader
Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.
Genre: nonidol!au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefit
WC: 6.4k
Warning: big dick Tae, oral (m & f), fingering, protected sex, ass slapping, hair pulling, a bit of exhibitionist kink, OC is greedy for Tae’s third leg, 69, facial, talk about threesome but no threesome act, a bit of begging, Grammy 2020 Tae for reference.
A/N: Cameo from the Wooga squad, though only Seojoon has speaking line in this one, we see Yoongi again briefly, mystery boyfriend finally makes an appearance (though we all know who he is by now).
I can’t believe I wrote so much smut for Tae in this one. Hope you enjoy this chapter! And always, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! 💜
Series Masterlist: Little Black Book
You should be embarrassed at how loud your stomach growled but you were too exhausted to care. You murmured a ‘thank you’ as your order of Katsu Kimchi Nabe was placed on your table. You immediately dug in, closing your eyes in satisfaction at the first bite.
With your stomach in a better condition, you looked around. The small cramped space was half full, it was way past lunch time anyway. The little katsu place was a hole in the wall, but the food was homely and delicious. And its location, just a block away from your office, hidden in an alley, was perfect. It was a good getaway place when things got a bit too much.
Your eyes caught a couple of men sitting just next to your table. You noticed the EMS uniform first, and when your eyes travelled up to their faces, you had to look away. You had encountered handsome men- Seokjin for one, Hoseok another- but these two took your breath away.
Perhaps feeling your eyes on them, the one with the curly hair turned to you and smiled. “Came here often?” He asked.
Summary: Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi were street punks pulling heists before they pulled the wrong one. Now, they have to drag a weird alien and his caretaker to another planet because otherwise the galaxy will fall into chaos. Oh, and the alien’s got the same birthmark as Namjoon. Weird, amiright?
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you
Tags: Soulmates, smut, angst, Graphic Depictions of Violence (fight scenes), gun violence, alien!Jimin, alien!Jin, criminal activity, hacking, sci-fi, futuristic dystopia, repressed memories, mentions of war, mentions of traumatic pasts, mentions of mental illness, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, swearing/cursing,
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So many things could go wrong. Rackham could have changed their passcodes; they could have issued new security cards. They could have doubled their security cameras or they could have simply shut down the building for the day. It’s why Namjoon needed to be on his toes the entire time. On his motorcycle, he kept himself a few cars away from the caravan by the light. Large, black, with the signature triangular symbol of Rackham Enterprises, it stood out in the sea of cars around them. The driver could catch him in the side view mirror and decide to give him a run-around. He’d have to adapt the plan should that happen.
“Yoongs,” Namjoon said, his bluetooth earbud picking up his voice, “You seeing them?”
“Crystal clear,” said a voice on the other end.
“What are you picking up?”
“A bunch of bullshit,” said the technician. “Apparently, one of their girlfriends is mad because he ditched her to transport this energy thing. Must be pretty important, huh? Sounds like he was gonna get lucky too.”
“If Hutch wants it, then yeah, it must be.”
Hutch Robinson was another southside kingpin who ruled the streets with money and blood. Namjoon thought about the massive man as he followed the caravan down the street. They wouldn’t be doing this job were it not partially for Hutch. He told them the best way to repay their debt is by doing a job for him. The other half of this scheme goes to Hoseok, whose pride and stupidity earned him a gambling debt he could not payback. Namjoon told him a million times that you don’t play against a card shark like Hutch and expect to win. He almost wrung the scrawny man’s neck when he came home and dropped the number on him. Sixty-thousand CM chips. Sixty. Thousand. Credit. Money. Chips. It was money the little street boys did not have. It was money he knew they could not payback. If Namjoon had not offered their services in exchange, Hoseok would be dead in a dumpster somewhere.
synopsis: in which your actions have consequences since having a hand in breaking up one of the hottest couples doesn’t always end well; no matter how good your intentions were.
⤷ jeon jungkook x reader || boxer au, angst, fluff, smut || 2.5k words || rating: M || might’ve stolen a line or two from damon salvatore in here, profanity, infidelity, crying, tae is a meanie, self-loathing, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, cover your tool), fingering, soft!koo, shitty ending (i literally have no idea how to wrap up after a sex scene), unedited because reading my own shit makes me cringe
⤷ treat you better (part one) | blog masterlist
heres a prompt i was thinking of!! oc is not really affectionate towards jk since she’s not used to feeling so loved and jk feels sorta upset (?? he gets kinda sad) then its an argument etc etc and oc cries and jk feels so shocked because he’s never seen her cry and he calls her pretty girl (this thought makes me cry) and hugs her and its all good in the end
hi bby! jeez i’ve really been suffering with writers block in this segment for so long that your request was exactly what i needed to get this story moving forward <3 thank you for the wonderful prompt and i hope you enjoyed reading it!
“Taehyung ― what in the world are you doing here?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” He replied sarcastically, waving his arms about. “I’m kind of here to know why you’re cheating on my sister!”
Summary- Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.
word count - 3.1k
pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader
rating- R
genre- smut, fluff, pwp, fwb2lovers, bff2l
warnings- masturbation (f and m), cockwarming, missionary, bants, cuddling, seokjin and reader are literal oblivious idiots.
a.n- Enjoy this shameless self-indulgent bullshit, that started from a very hot weird dream I had and Seokjin’s latest selfie 🥵.
A big warm thank you to @sugasbabiie and @chemicalpink for beta reading on such short notice! ily guys 💕
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
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“Seokjin! I’m stressed,” you declared as soon as you walked into your best friend’s apartment, your eyes quickly finding his large frame reclining on the couch while he scrolled through the channels. Barely sparing you a glance, he hummed while nodding slightly. Exasperated, you sighed, stomping over to stand next to him and repeating your earlier statement, albeit with an extra nasally whine.
➵ summary : feeling sick and under the weather, all it really takes is your husband to make you feel better.
↳ part of the high-class series!
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, established relationship!au (at this point), tooth-rotting fluff
➵ rating : sfw
➵ word count : 6k (my sad excuse of a drabble)
➵ warnings : none!! this is super fluffy and domestic, lots of hugs and cuddling and kissing 🥺
➵ a/n: so i’m sure not many expected this, but i really, really wanted to gift you all with a little something for my birthday today, so here’s the fluffiest drabble i could write for our maybe i do babies!! thank you to my lovely beta-reader @hantaev as always 🥺 and feedback means the world to me <3
➵ important note : reading this drabble isn’t necessary to the maybe i do series, though it’s suggested to gain some exclusive information on the couple. this drabble can also be read as a stand-alone though it would make your experience much better to be familiar with our favourite couple !!
chapter nine. five : “you are too good to be true”
Summary: Packed like sardines in a tin, that’s your fate this morning. Until you encounter a beautiful stranger on your morning rush to work.
Pairing: Jimin x OC Female
Genre: S2L, nonidol!au
Rating: NSFW, no explicit sexual scenes but still, if you’re a minor, please kindly shoo.
WC: 1.4K
Warning: accidental stimulation, public stimulation, public grinding, public touching, it’s not really that PUBLIC public but yeah it’s in public
A/N: Just a little one as I’m having a massive block and also time isn’t really on my side. But as I wrote this, I am becoming very fond of OC and Jimin, so let me know if you’d like to read more about these two horny people.
As always, comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 💜
You take a deep breath as you squeeze your way into the train carriage. It is so packed, you don’t even have to hold on to anything once the train starts moving; you and your fellow commuters keep each other standing upright. You always go to work earlier to avoid the morning rush hour, however it is your own fault for pressing snooze one time too many this time.
You gasp as the train jerks and instinctively your hand reaches out to grab onto something, only to be jostled around by the other passengers. You are losing your balance and falling backwards, only for your back to hit something hard.
Genre: fluff, romance, established relationship, idol!AU
Rating: 18+ (these two are very explicit in their flirting)
Hello everyone! I've been through a rough bit of time and decided to return to my comfort couple for a little. This scenario was inspired by @ironicarmy's Dirty Laundry (you can find the teaser over here). Thank you Lau for introducing such a great concept in my life. I will forever owe you my most delightful drabble. Writing this really brought me extreme joy while I was in a really dark place and I like to believe it was some sort of a gift you sent me haha ✨🥰
Big thanks go to @thejooncrew for beta reading. Bucca, your love for these two has very few rivals 🥰💕
Plot: not much. Just watch Namjoon have an mental breakdown as he finds Vixen bent over the dryer while she's trying to get the laudry out.
Warnings: these two flirt *heavy* (Vixen is wearing just an oversized shirt and Namjoon loves groping her), DDLG dynamics, tolxsmol galore, allusions to voyeurism and recording a uhmmm... mature video (?), biting. Very domestic flirting
Here is my masterlist! Enjoy 💜✨
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Namjoon stood from his chair, finding it extremely strange that by now you hadn’t yet sneaked into his home studio, curling up on his sofa and mewling obnoxiously until he paid attention to you.
He secretly loved when you acted dramatic and needy, especially because all he needed to do was pat his thighs to have you quiet and cozying up in his arms.
Furtively, he opened the door, suspicious and almost scared of what he would find. It was almost midnight and by now you should already be pestering him for sleepy time and booty rubs.
He started organising the potential scenarios in his head, grading them for increasing level of danger.
Asleep in the bathtub.
Baking biscuits.
His stomach rumbled, his mouth watering. Biscuits and hot chocolate before bed.
He scratched the idea. Too much sugar and you’d be up all night, dashing around the house like a fennec.
Maybe you’d hit the gym?
His eyes rolled close at the thought, a knowing smirk appearing on his face.
Maybe curled up on the sofa, half asleep as you pretended to watch tv. Maybe reading?
The lights in your small studio were off. He walked down the corridor, ready to reach the living room when he spotted a familiar scene in the laundry room.
With an oversized shirt on, you were cutely bent over the dryer, long, naked legs stretched as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to get the last few bits of laundry from the bottom of the machine.
Namjoon grinned and leaned against the door jamb, crossing his arms — already trying to feature the look that always made you go wobbly legged, blushing and babbling. He smiled even brighter when he noticed your tiptoes leaving the floor, your calves tossing a little as you tried to finally reach the piece before trying to regain your balance.
He watched you struggle a little, his feet padding softly across the floor before he licked his lips and purred, “Need any help, little fox?”
You tried to regain your composure as his hands appeared around your waist, your head hitting the lid of the dryer with a hard thud, causing you to whine in pain.
Namjoon chuckled, completely endeared, empathy overwhelming him. “Poor baby,” he cooed, helping you up and wrapping his forearm around your waist while his other hand rubbed your head. “Are you okay, Vixen?”
You were more than okay. You felt only slightly sorry for your clumsiness. What you felt the most was his hard chest against your back and his crotch against your ass. You clamped your lips shut, nodding wordlessly as Namjoon held you closer.
“You should be asleep, babylove,” he kissed the crown of your head, where you knew the bump would be appearing soon. “Why don’t you let me do these things, mh?”
“Because you always forget about them,” you replied, trying to twist in his arms before noticing he was now pinning you harder.
“Leave me a post-it on the door. I promise I’ll take care of it,” Namjoon kissed the sweet spot under your ear. “I don’t want to see my little one upside down into the dryer.”
“Such a sorry view...” you said through a pout.
“Too sorry to make me get ideas,” he teased, pressing his hips against you in a way that let you know he had spoken anything but the truth. “Poor little, helpless fox, upside down, tiny, struggling, stuck in the dryer.”
“Maybe you should put a camera to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” you suggested with fake innocence.
He hummed in appreciation, gripping you harder as an excuse to feel you up. “Sure. A camera. Maybe next time I’ll feel the obliterating need to watch your cute ass appear from there. Accidentally naked...”
“Your back would look so good caught on camera while you’re fucking me,” you purred, letting your thoughts wander.
“Should we get a mirror installed on the bedroom ceiling?” he asked, letting a hand snake under your shirt, palming your thigh heavily until he reached your waist. “I see you’re already half ready.” The arm around your waist grabbed your shirt and tugged it up, until his free hand could comfortably cup your naked mound.
“In my defence, I was digging for my favourite panties,” you said, pouting at him over your shoulder before batting your lashes, swatting at his wrist before dashing for the door. “Shirt off, sir.”
He arched an eyebrow and licked his lip before shaking his head. “Come here.”
“Shirt. Off,” you said before showing him your teeth.
He cackled at the empty threat you were. Feisty but adorably little. He crossed his arms in front of his waist, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it up, taking off the garment and throwing it at you.
“Here, Vixen.”
At the sight of his chest, you trotted over happily. “Catch!” You called before stopping in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving a small skip as you threw your legs around his waist.
“Good girl,” he murmured fondly as he secured your grip, fixing the room quickly as you nibbled his warm skin. “I’m not a snack, Vixen.”
“You’re a whole damn meal. A large one,” you cooed back, still leaving small, harmless bites.
“All yours, babe.”
He carried you straight to the bedroom, making sure you brushed your teeth before getting anywhere close to the bed. He knew the moment you’d get under the covers would be the moment you crashed. Once clean and calm, he allowed you to tuck yourself under the comforter, laying at your side for a minute. “I need to go switch off my equipment, babylove.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Once he came back, he turned off the lights, taking off his glasses and finding his spot at your side, your limbs adjusting naturally.
Summary: When your niece loses her new favorite toy in Walt Disney World, you turn to a friendly cast member for help. (Written for the April prompt “Whistle” for Castle Bangtan)
Pairing: Jin x Reader (implied/future)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Warnings: Terrible puns
Word Count: 769
A/n: My banner was made by the very talented @seokjinssymphony- thank you! Thanks also to @myevilmouse who cheered me on and encouraged me to write the most self-indulgent tooth-rotting fluff possible, and who then courageously proofread it.
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You hadn’t gotten three steps before the howl wound up like a tornado siren, bringing you to an abrupt halt. Kneeling down to the distraught small human at your side, you blinked in the dim light of the debarkation porch.
