my feet to follow and my heart to hold by @daechwitatamic
genre : written (73k words), rommates!au, college!au, s2l
summary : You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.
Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.
21st century girl by @sopebubbles
genre : smau, college!au, e2l, fuckboy!au
summary : Campus activist Y/n was only looking for a one night stand with campus fuckboy Namjoon, but they’re both in for more than they bargained for, with many lessons for both to learn along the way.
summary : A bad breakup. A new company in need of start up funds. A competition in Vegas. Two strangers desperately in need of a new start. What could possibly go wrong?
summary : in which you are a college student, struggling to graduate. Namjoon comes at just the right time, you attempt to woo him but, he can’t think you’re a try-hard.
ONE SHOTS
train by @xovisa
genre : written (1k words), meet cute, fluff
summary : you meet a beautiful stranger on the train and accidentally fall asleep on him.
note : short hair namjoon is so hot like there's something very masculine and attractive about it im in love
재즈민 EDITION 𓈒 𓈒 umm… im back…? i guess. this may not last long so do NAWT expect much. maybe like 1 gbwbh chapter
“you said you were just picking up your stuff, why are you just staring at me?”, you scoffed, rolling your eyes and scowling at him. “calm down, baby. can’t a man appreciate a beautiful sight?”, he cooed, his eyes travelling down your elegant frame, clad with silk pyjama shorts and a baby pink tank top.
“stop trying to sweet talk me and get to packing up,” you replied, yet the butterflies that fluttered wildly in your belly contradicted the words you spoke. he chuckled and went back to packing his clothes into a bag, not before sneaking another glance at you though.
after a second that felt like an age, he paused mid-fold, a half-packed hoodie dangling from his grip like he’d already forgotten what he was doing.
you crossed your arms tighter over your chest, trying to appear annoyed instead of affected. “i said pack. what’s wrong now?”
his mouth curved slow, into that dangerous, beautiful smile you knew all too well, the smile that perfectly melted your resolve and brought you to his feet. and still did. fuck him.
“baby,” he murmured, voice low, syrupy, “you keep saying that like you actually want me to leave. we both know you don’t, hm?”
he dropped the hoodie into the duffel without looking, then took a deliberate step toward you. then another. the air between you was electric, pulsing and thick.
you opened your mouth to snap back something sly, but the words caught when his palm found your jaw, slowly tilting you upwards to face him, while his other found the outside of your thigh — light at first, just fingertips grazing the hem of your silk shorts.
“hm?” he purred.
instead of a scolding, your breath hitched, heat pooling at your core. traitorous body.
“see?” he whispered. “this happens when you wear things like that and tell me to hurry up.”
your back met the edge of the dresser with a soft thud. you hadn’t even realized you’d been backing up.
“don’t—” you started, but it came out breathy, weak, more plea than protest of anything.
his hand slid upwards to your waist, caressing gently, steadying you against him—while his other made a slow, torturous journey down, towards where you needed him most. he leaned in till his lips hovered right next to your ear, kissing the lobe.
“tell me to stop, princess,” he hummed, voice velvet-soft, “and i’ll stop right now. mhm?”
silence stretched. further. your heart hammered so loudly, violently, that you were sure he could hear it. you didn’t say stop.
instead your thighs parted the tiniest fraction — invitation, surrender, whatever you wanted to call it. he hummed in approval, low in his throat. then his fingers finally slipped beneath the silk, finding warm skin, finding you already slick and wanting despite all your scowling earlier.
a shaky breath left you when he traced you through the thin fabric first — teasing, feather-light. then he nudged it aside and slid one finger inside, slow, deliberate, curling just right.
your head tipped back against the dresser mirror. “fuck—”
“there she is, that’s the pretty slut i know,” he breathed against your throat, adding a second finger, pumping lazily while his thumb circled your clit in lazy, perfect strokes. “knew you missed this.”
your hips jerked into his hand before you could stop yourself, chasing the pressure, the stretch, the way only he could unravel you, every time.
he kissed the corner of your jaw, then lower, sucking softly at your pulse, closing his eyes blissfully while his fingers worked you open, faster, deeper now.
the room filled with the slick, obscene sounds of your cunt and your broken, little whimpers — your every attempt at words turning futile. he gazed at your dissolving state, smirking, then pressing his forehead to yours. “still want me to pack and leave, sweetheart?”
you could barely manage a head shake, fingers digging into his shoulder.
“didn’t think so.”
his pace picked up, relentless, curling against that spot that made your thighs tremble. your stomach clenched, heat coiling tight and fast.
“gonna come for me, baby?” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “come all over my fingers pretty girl.”
you shattered with a choked cry, clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking as relentless waves swept through you.
he worked you through it, his pace slowly becoming gentle, slowing till you were boneless against him, panting.
only then did his fingers ease free, glistening, then brought to his mouth and were sucked clean while he held your dazed gaze.
you stared at him, chest heaving, cheeks burning.
“what? does my pretty girl miss my cock too? hm?” he teased, while throbbing in his sweats.
you gulped, rolling your eyes at him, yet pulled him in for a searing kiss.
i’ve gotten into riize recently so i’m gonna start writing for all the members now!!! pls pls pls send me requests <3 don’t forget to read my rules beforehand!
୭ SUMMARY. sunday mornings with hoseok always mean slow dancing together while cooking.
୭ WORD COUNT. 362
the late morning sunlight shone through the curtains as you and your husband, hoseok, stood in your kitchen, hands covered in pancake mix.
music flowed through your home, the speaker playing a combination of songs you both loved.
as you watched him stir the batter, a new sound began playing: your wedding song.
his eyes met yours, recognition already in them. his smile grew as the melody continued, bringing back memories of the day you devoted your lives to one another.
he took a towel and dusted some flour off his hands, immediately taking yours and spinning you away from the kitchen counter to the middle of the room.
“what are you doing?” you giggled, hands finding their way to his neck.
“let’s dance,” he replied, his arms coming to rest on the small of your back.
you followed in hoseok’s footsteps while he guided you.
his movements were playful as he led you in slow, smooth circles around the kitchen.
“hoseok, the pancakes—”
“it can wait,” he replied quickly, not wanting to let go of you yet.
he continued swaying you side by side, a content grin on his lips. he still looked like the man you married all that time ago and the boy who asked you out on a date.
the faint smell of vanilla and butter lingered through the air as you stared into your husband’s eyes, letting him guide your hips to the rhythm of the music.
“every time i hear this song,” he started, voice low. “i’m reminded how grateful i am that you said yes to me.”
“i could’ve never said anything but yes,” you smiled.
he smiled in return, pulling you closer to him, his arms fully wrapped around you.
the two of you stayed in the same position for a few moments before he pulled you back to look at you.
“are you hungry?” he spoke up again, making you laugh from his abrupt question.
“a little. you?”
“starving. can we finish the pancakes?” he asked. you could never say no to hoseok, whether it was breakfast or spending the rest of your life with him.
“it’s always going to be yes, hoseok.”
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you and your boyfriend heeseung walked side by side beneath the night sky, coming back from an evening full of sweet laughter and good food.
he quietly listened as you finished the story you had started at the restaurant you just left when he paused mid step to look at you.
the street lamp you both stopped under casted a warm glow on your features, highlighting the traits he loved most about you. his gaze softened as he studied your face for a few seconds.
“do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, though he meant it as a rhetorical question.
your lips erupted into a grin, letting his words linger in the air. no matter how long you had been together, he still made your heart race like it would when you first developed a crush on him.
“thank you, hee,” you replied, a shy grin on your face.
he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “let’s go,” he murmured. “don’t want you to get home too late.”
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