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(completed = ✓ ; angst = a ; fluff = f ; smut = s )
→ Since i really enjoy reading fanfictions i thought it could be a good idea to share some of them with you! So here’s a fic-rec list of some stories that i’ve read and am i love with
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I’ll try to update it regularly !
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A HUGE THANK YOU to all these talented writers for letting us read their amazing stories ! (PLS make sure to check out their masterlist/works because their stories are really awesome)
Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut (someone save me)
Warnings: Daddy kink, fingering, teasing, bondage, etc.
2/11/16 update: and now mafia AU!
Words: 3,481
Summary: You wake up tied to a chair. This nice-looking blond haired guy says it’s because you have information he wants, but you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about. Why? Because he’s a bit of an idiot, that’s why.
A/N: listen…I don’t even know what to say about this. I’ve been reading a lot of Mafia AU’s lately and Namjoon really looks good in Mafia AU’s and…and…yeah. Just…go ahead and read. Comments/Reblogs/Favs always appreciated!
The rope is tight against your arms and legs, unwilling to let you budge an inch when you try to wiggle your way free, and your heart thrumming against your ribs—your wide eyes taking in the dark space around you.
It looks like a warehouse—something out of a mafia movie you’ve seen before—but you don’t understand why you’re here. As far as you’re concerned, you’ve done nothing wrong. Sure, you may have accidently forgotten to tip your waitress last week, but you’re pretty sure that doesn’t warrant being kidnapped and tied to a goddamn chair!
Huffing, you try and break free again, your feet scuffing against the ground with your efforts. In the distance, a metal door creeks open and you freeze, eyes fearfully searching the darkness surrounding the illuminated circle in which you reside.
Shoes start tapping against the pavement far away, the sound echoing throughout the barren room and you brace yourself for whoever is coming to meet you. The room is chilly already, goosebumps having risen on your skin the moment you’d awoken, but with each enclosing step from the person in front of you a shiver rakes your spine.
Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,061
Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.
A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Angst & Smut Word count: 3,592
Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.
A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles. SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual.
He believed you didn’t know.
Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.
But you knew.
You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.
He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.
You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.
Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!
You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.
Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.
Slamming the front door behind him Jungkook twisted your body round to face him, his jaw clenched impossibly tight with anger as his eyes searched your face. Despite the fact you’d been together almost four years now, he still became irrationally jealous over the smallest of interactions with other men. You’d met Jungkook one Saturday night in your favourite club in Seoul, a middle aged man had tried to flirt with you and buy you a drink but to tell you the truth his presence had you on edge; and a tall, dark and handsome stranger managed to salvage the situation; acting as your jealous boyfriend who demanded to talk to you outside.
Of course when the two of you made it outside the club he lit up a cigarette and admitted he was watching you most of the night, and couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked around the older man. Any normal woman would feel invaded if someone had admitted to visually stalking them all night, but he seemed harmless. He was beautiful, mysterious and frankly the most charming man you’d ever encountered. The strangers name was Jeon Jungkook, the maknae and lead vocalist of the famous Kpop group BTS; you couldn’t believe your luck when he asked you out that night, he was possibly everything you’d ever wanted in a significant other.
But the jealous boyfriend act wasn’t just an act anymore.
» jungkook x reader » 7.3k » can I please request a cop!jungkook… » warning: implied death, smut: riding
“Aish! This is unbelievable.” The words from Jungkook’s mouth were accompanied by him throwing himself down onto the bench outside the building he’d stormed from.
Before him stood his three friends – Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. They didn’t really know how to comfort him, but luckily enough Hoseok had some idea on what to say to someone who was generally upset.
“Yah, Jungkook-ah…”
“No, Hoseok, you don’t understand!” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the eldest of their friends, neglecting to use proper terms for his hyung. He didn’t even use his nickname. “They’re sending you all to Shanghai and I’m staying here to watch over some… some kids playing around with drugs! Why can’t I be involved with the mafia, huh? Why does everyone have something against me here!”
Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)
A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.
Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)
A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader Genre: Smut, Comedy, Angst, Fluff Word Count: 30,587 Warnings: cursing/cussing, sexual content, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, past bullying, past abusive relationship, mentions of drug usage, mentions of depression, anxiety attacks, self-harm
SUMMARY First, there were hot tongues and meaningless moans, anger and grudges hidden behind sex. Then, there were laughter and inside jokes, fleeting kisses and warm gazes trapped in time. Jungkook has never known love before, but if he has to define it, he’s sure that love is everything he feels for her.
AUTHOR’S NOTE for the sake of the story, BTS’s ages are ambiguous. however, 95 line are still the same age, and jungkook/reader are the same age as well. jimin and taehyung will be in their third year of college, while jungkook and the reader in their first. hoseok and namjoon are also in their last year. the reader/female character will always just be referred to as she/her/the girl. any other female character (the reader’s roommate) will be referred to using their name (or in this case, “her roommate”). P.S. ALSO EXCUSE THE SMUT THX P.P.S. if you’ve ever read the overwhelming light surrounding us, see if you can catch my little reference ;) P.P.P.S. thanks @sydist for reading the whole thing and sorting out the plot with me, @thules for making sure the smut’s okay, and @trbld-writer for encouraging me to write this!
The winter air is colder today; Jungkook shoves his fingers into the pocket of his jeans. He quickly strides forward, breathing ragged as white mist dances before his lips; his camera slams against his chest as he breaks into a run.
He has always enjoyed winter. There’s something about the serenity of the season—a time littered with sprinkles of hope, joy, and laughter—that somehow always manages to warm his heart. His fondest memories are born during this time of year, images of a chocolate fondue, his smiling older brother, and giant Christmas presents tucked neatly into the corner of his mind.
His camera bounces as he halts abruptly, and he pushes through the doors of the coffee shop.
> Since i really enjoy reading fanfictions i thought it could be a good idea to share some of them with you! So here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am i love with! > You might know some of them ! • A HUGE THANK YOU to all these talented writers for letting us read their amazing stories, also thank you for your time and compassion <3 Enjoy ! (angst = a ; fluff = f ; smut = s)
pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
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summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
Summary: Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it. Word Count: 24.314 Genre: college au, basketball player Jimin, sports university A/N: A while ago @workofteaguk was doubting my lane while simultaneously having a crisis over Jimin. So naturally, retaliation was in order. This is all @minsvga‘s fault for encouraging me to run with this idea.
Elitism brings out the worst in people. Feelings of superiority run unchecked where talent and hard work meet to flourish and thrive, where young athletes spend their days training their bodies to the limits, pushing themselves harder to reach the ultimate dream: to receive validation and know that the years they’ve spent sacrificing sleep and jobs and romance for medals, winning seasons, and future professions has been worth it.
And as any good athlete knows, elitism leads to rivalry. Rivalries between teammates, between neighboring schools, or, most notably, a rivalry between Seoul Sports University’s top gymnast and one of the best point guards to grace the basketball court. And when rivalry and hatred reach such a level, it attracts attention from outsiders, from those who find amusement from such bitter hatred between two young people. Two young people who share common goals and similar training regimes, who for all intents and purposes should be close, but cannot stand the sight of one another.
Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.
A/N: Here is the long awaited Hoseok POV chapter. If you haven’t read Chapters 1-4 already, I highly recommend doing so by using the links below. I’d also like to take this opportunity to thank @redmandalore who’s been a hell of a beta-reader and has helped me tremendously.
“Ok, Jin, it’s your turn,” You lazily drawl out, half-heartedly throwing a pretzel at him to catch his attention, “Fuck, marry, or kill: Hani, Hyuna, and Lee Gukjoo.”
Jungkook boos you at once, “That’s way too easy!”
You chortle at his outraged expression, “I don’t care, I like Jin.”
“You made me choose between Bang PD, Manager Sejin, and Kang Hodong!”
The other two maknae line members burst into laughter at the foot of the couch, Jimin turning to bury his face in your lap in amusement. “Still can’t believe you chose to kill Sejin!”
“Hodong is a very illustrious athlete!” The maknae yells at them in response.
You affectionately run your fingers through Jimin’s hair when he’s overcome with giggles again, “Shut up, kid, and let Jin answer!”
The eldest member takes another moment to think his answer through before he answers, “Fuck Hani, obviously.”
The younger members roll their eyes at the stereotypical answer, “Obviously.”
“Marry Gukjoo, kill Hyuna.”
There’s a brief silence in the living room. Then—
“Wait what?!”
Everyone turns to stare at him in shock, “What?!”
Jin simply blinks his innocent doe eyes and takes another sip of his beer, “Gukjoo knows how to cook. She’s definitely wife material.”
“Yes, but how could you possibly pick her over Hyuna?!”
A/N: Okay. When I say this is filthy, I mean it’s filthy. I made myself blush. Multiple times. I let myself go crazy on this, y’all. It’s pretty much just a PWP chapter. So, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type
Genre: Fluff, Angst
A/N: weow 1 month later here is part 5!! thank you for your patience ya dumplings (’:
Tae was right, he warned you to watch yourself around him and you felt so dumb, so hurt that you had let yourself become one of those girls. You had sworn that you wouldn’t let Jimin get to you but here you were sitting in your bed feeling as broken as all the other girls that had slept with the player that was Park Jimin. Stupid, stupid you.
Glancing at the time on your phone, you pick up the pace of your steps. Your cousin had given you 10 minutes to get to the restaurant before he makes you buy your own meal. The cold winter air bites at your skin as you sprint towards the entrance of the diner, hoping and praying that the heater had been turned on to its highest setting in there. You were so cold that you were sure your fingers were going to fall off at any point now but damn it you’d do anything for free food.
Stepping into the diner, you let out a sigh of relief at the wave of warm air that hits you. Honestly, how can anyone enjoy winter when it’s so horridly cold? You shrug off your hood, eyes scanning the establishment as you look for your cousin.
“Y/N!”
Damn.
“Mina,” You smile stiffly as you watch her drape her coat over the back of her chair.
“You made it!” She beams and you hesitate for a while before walking over to take a seat next to your cousin who only looks at you in shock. “I told you she would!” She exclaims, turning to your cousin who now had his head in his hands.
“Crap, I can’t believe you actually got here in time,” Your cousin groans as he pulls out his wallet to count the number of bills he had. “Remind me to never underestimate your will when it comes to getting free food.”
“I told you not to bet against me, didn’t I?” You laugh, trying your best to cover the look of disdain as you sit across Mina, envy running through your veins at the mere sight of her.
“Whatever,” Your cousin huffs, dismissing you with a wave of his hand before he turns to Mina. “What’re you doing here so late anyway?” He asks.
“Well I could ask the same,” She quips.
“We had a busy night so we got up pretty late.”
“Huh, what a coincidence… Me too,” She smirks and you let your fingernails dig into your palm, wishing nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face.
Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon
Word Count: 5.3k
A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep
You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.
But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.
Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.
There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”
genre/warnings: smut, explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk
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words: 7,960
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summary: where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another…
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note. inspired by this song here, and finally Taehyung has a story all by himself haha, usually he’s my go-to guy for threesomes, but this time he doesn’t have to share!
You knew he had been staring at you all night. As if you had some sort of psychic intuition, where you sensed someone’s eyes on you from across the room. You felt his eyes on you when you danced aside the stage, hips swaying, hands in your hair, a smile on your face, and you felt his eyes on you when you sat at your table, drinking with your friends.
Once you’d searched for the culprit, your eyes scanning the heads of different people, either dancing or sitting down around the little tables dotting the bar, your gaze finally landed on a red head. Obviously unnatural, that was for sure.
He was sitting at one of the tables in the far end of the room, the dim red lighting making his hair look nearing florescent as it reflected off him. It was like you knew — even though his eyes weren’t on you at that moment in time — you knew he was the one, and no sooner had the thought entered your head, his head was lifting, his fringe falling out of his eyes and turning in your direction. As quick as lightning, (or so you liked to think) you averted your gaze again, busying yourself with talking to your friend, feeling a cold sweat appear on your spine, when you sensed that he had already caught you; his eyes still on you as you chatted, a smirk on his face…
It wasn’t until half an hour later he came up to you whilst you were dancing — or, scrap that — he tried to make it look like he had bumped into you, a smirk on his face as you turned around to face the perpetrator.
“Sorry, I must have tripped over my own feet,” he grinned jokingly, although he wasn’t trying to make it believable.
You scoffed a laugh, following his eyes down his body as they landed on his feet, “maybe you should get off the dance floor then,” your tone unimpressed, but the grin on your face told him you were teasing too — and that you didn’t believe his white lie.
He chuckled then, itching the side of his forehead and dipping his head, before he met your gaze again with another grin, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled, although you saw some mischief beneath the surface.
Description: When your student debts stack up too high, you decide to apply for a position to take care of Kim Namjoon’s heat for three days…
Word Count: 6,866
“Miss ___? Is there a Miss ___ here?”
You immediately spring to your feet at the sound of your name and offer the secretary a short bow, “Yes, that’s me.”
In the waiting room, all the other girls giggle and exchange little snide whispers. Your face flushes from the way they eye you, eyebrows raised at your shabby appearance. The button-down you borrowed from your roommate clearly does not impress these modelesque girls in their skin-tight designer sheaths and sky-rocketing Jimmy Choos. You awkwardly squirm your toes in your worn down loafers, head ducked from embarrassment as you wish you’d thought to at least borrow a pair of heels as well. But now it’s too late.
The secretary barely manages to suppress a sneer as she eyes you up and down with condescension. But her professionalism barely manages to hold together as she clears her throat and forces a smile, “Mr. Kim’s office is down this way.”
Trepidation bubbles up your throat as you follow her down the elegant, modern hallway. Every click of the secretary’s stilettos on the gleaming marble seems to match a double beat of the rapid pounding of your beat. Why are you here? There’s no way the CEO will choose you. Every single one of the girls in the lobby could be a Victoria’s Secret model. What were you even thinking?!
Before you can turn to run for your life, the secretary stops you in front of door, “Mr. Kim, your next appointment is here to see you.”
It’s too late to run for your life now. You swallow the lump in your throat and anxiously wipe your palms on your pants.
Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook, the most known greaser in town. Every girl would do anything to stand by his side, but you? You’re wiping tables and spending every single day brushing off his flirtatious self. It’s just one date… right?
Pairing: Greaser!Jungkook x Reader (Outsiders AU)
Genre: Fluff/Smut (oh boy)
Word Count: 6,363
Oneshot
A/N: a quick little thing i typed up yesterday! ^^
Jeon Jungkook. As if his name isn’t said enough around this dusty town. He has a reputation that’s effortless for him to keep up with bright smiles and charming looks to devious motives and inhuman skills. From the way he dresses all slack, black, white, and red color scheme as his signature, down to his playful personality; he’s literally the golden boy of the town and everybody knows it, striving to be him or be with him. Sour glances from absolute strangers are always tossed his way when a flock of girls surround him at the local diner he visits from time to time. Girls would fawn over the tiniest things, whether it would be brushing his shoulder or tussling his hair, and you would have to deal with the annoying chatter every second during work.
You work at the quaint diner that became oh-so-popular due to his frequent visits. The crowd’s annoying, but you aren’t complaining because money’s money. As much as your boss would love to yell at Jungkook and his “gang” to simmer down, he bites all of his rude remarks back because he’s aware of the possibilities that could happen from defying any one of them. Sure, their smiles are as angelic as ever and the move swiftly with a hint of grace, but one wrong move and you’re a goner.
inspired by this particular gif (credit to @/natka9721)
i swear this boy is out to kill all of us but stay strong just like that last button on his shirt
Rated M
Word Count: 3469
Jeongguk x Reader
Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.
The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands over his chest frantically.
“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her your blazer needs to be altered, again. Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”
He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.
You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.
Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.
The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands over his chest frantically.
“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her your blazer needs to be altered, again. Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”
He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.
You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.
You run into him at the nightclub a little after two am, around when his usual horde of groupies give up on all prospects of seducing the youngest Jeon son and go home for the night to regroup in the morning. There’s no use in trying to flirt with him when he’s like this. Obviously he’s more interested in drinking and dancing up a storm than their seduction attempts.
So they trickle out of the club, one by one, in a fury over the lack of attention from the handsome bachelor. But you know his type. He’s still half a kid. Once the excitement of the alcohol and the flashy dance floor wears off, new cravings will set in. You wait at the corner of the club, casually swaying by yourself until the youngest Jeon finally tires himself out and takes a seat at his VIP booth with his quasi entourage-esque group of friends. Then you finally make your move.
Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook. The alluring and beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show, the man who turned your life upside down. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.
Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss :)
Light poured in from the library window as you sat hunched over a large pile of books. You’d only been studying for an hour and already your focus was wavering. Your staying power while working used to be impeccable, it wasn’t like you to be so easily distracted.
You tried so desperately to carefully read the words written down in front of you, yet your mind wouldn’t stop wondering.
Of course, you knew whose fault it was: Jeon Jungkook’s. Lately he was all you could think about. Every large and small detail about him was haunting you, from the sound of his laughter, to his arrogant smirk and surprisingly hardworking nature, he seemed to refuse to get out of your head.
You sighed heavily and slammed your head against the book laid out before you, an older woman sat at an adjacent table gave you a funny look before returning to what she was reading. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how odd you must have looked. The only thing you cared about was Jungkook and his friends.
How had your priorities changed so quickly? A few weeks ago your only goal had been to get into your top choice of university, and now that dream seemed so irrelevant it was almost laughable. You’d never wanted it that much in the first place you supposed.
Three days. That’s what he’d told you last night. He’d asked you so earnestly, and as he had spoken, behind the look of determination in his eyes there had been something more, a softness to them that hadn’t been present before, almost like he was pleading. Every time you thought about that look, you could feel your heart going wild in your chest, beating so quickly it felt as if it could burst out at any second.
You realised you’d completely lost focus again and did your best to bring yourself back, staring intently at the large unappealing blocks of black text. The words just seemed to merge together.
About five minutes later you heard the sound of a chair dragging against the wooden flooring. You glanced briefly upwards to see a man sitting down opposite you at the table, however you quickly looked down in disinterest. He had a baseball cap and sunglasses on which you couldn’t help but find odd, why would you need all that on indoors? Without giving it too much more thought you tried to focus back onto the book in front of you, you had been staring so intently you didn’t even notice the man take off his hat and sunglasses.
When you looked up and caught his eye, you swear you felt chills running down your spine. Deep brown eyes interlocked with yours, his gaze as fiercely intense as ever.
“Oh” you both said in unison, he raised his eyebrows in shock and gave a half smile.
“Jungkook….what are you doing here?” you mumbled quietly, the library was so silent you didn’t dare raise your voice any higher.
Summary: You take up on Jungkook’s offer to meet him at the bonfire, but an incoming storm causes you to change your plans. A continuation of Shades, but can stand on it’s own
↳he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
TITLE: bad | 07
MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)
GENRE: smut, romance, fluff
WORDS: 10 243
WARNINGS: mature & sexual content, profanity, dirty talk & other filth
Word Count: 4296 Warning(s): Language, Smut smut smut. Also super fluffy? Oops? A/N: I was supposed to post this the other day but my writer’s block kicked in. Anyway this is the last part. I hope you all liked it ~~
Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.
Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.
Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.
A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.
You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.
But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life.
☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.
Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Length: 10.4k
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.
