Summary:Harbored feelings over the years start to build up. Both you and Taehyung are so obviously in love with each other – well at least it was obvious to everyone except the two of you – and the world (aka Park Jimin) has made it it’s mission to get the two of you to realize the feelings are mutual.
A/N:This is what happens when I have an idea and decide to run with it – I write a fucking novel. I was listening to ‘Fools’ by Lauren Aquilina last night and branched this off of that song. This is officially the lengthiest thing I’ve ever written and I can tell you I’ve never felt as satisfied with an ending than I have before with this one. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! xx.
There’s always an up in the air situation when it came to having a best friend of the opposite sex. Everyone always assumed that the two people were together and when they tell them they’re not, they’re faced with comments telling them ‘Oh, you’d be perfect together!’ Or ‘You’re pretty much together already so why not make it official?’ Which can lead to one of two things; an awkward atmosphere that ends up putting too much strain on said friendship, thus the two friends drifting apart and ultimately never speaking again. Or it could lead to the seemingly inevitable – admitting the hidden feelings.
When it comes to yours and Taehyung’s friendship, both of those options seem to scare the living shit out of you.
I’ll be a bitch here and want to request something.. this is no good but maybe a nasty-smutty scene with suga while his gf’s present and she’s actually one of my good friends? :)))))))))))))))))
Bodies pressed close enough together that a piece of paper wouldn’t have slipped from between them, drinks sloshing over the edges of plastic cups, music blaring loudly enough that you felt the bass vibrating your bones. You huffed a sigh, taking a small sip of the now-warm rum and coke you’d been nursing for a good hour and a half. The only reason you were here was because of your best friend, Eunji, who decided to host a spur of the moment, “small get together”. There were more people cramped into her small house than you’d met in your entire life.
The worst part of it was that Eunji was one of the only people you knew, and you hadn’t seen her since she greeted you with a hug at the door almost two hours ago, leaving you to stand awkwardly next to the table of liquor and pop bottles, glancing around to try and find her. The task was difficult enough, but it was made near impossible with the way the multi-coloured lights flashed and danced across the room, occasionally pointing directly into your eyes and momentarily blinding you.
A finger tapped on your shoulder and you swung your head in one direction, then the other, before settling on Yoongi, Eunji’s boyfriend’s, smiling face. It felt like a rock the size of your fist had dropped from your throat and landed in the pit of your stomach, staring at him for a few seconds too long before you were finally able to force your mouth to form a returning smile.
He leaned in closer to you, the tip of his nose bumping against the shell of your ear as he raised his voice enough to be heard over the music. “You don’t look like you’re having much fun.”
Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love, in a forced marriage between you and Jungkook?
Word Count: 4,535
Genre: fluff and soon to be angst
A/N: So, someone requested an arranged marriage series with Jungkook, and someone else requested a scenario where the reader and Jungkook are dating for publicity so I figured I would combine the two and make it into a chaptered fanfic
• pairing: min yoongi x reader • original series/chapter: dtms 07 • words: 1137 → request: yoongi hears the reader is in love with him
Yoongi’s phone began to vibrate on his desk signalling that he had an incoming call. He sighed when he saw it was Namjoon—he was already running late after dithering too much; thinking about your future after a run in at the mall earlier. Everything felt like it was closing in around him; the walls caving in as he felt his life fall apart around him—and then he picked up the phone and it just got worse.
Scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Genre: smut/fluff/angst
Word Count: 5,702
Chapter 1
I plopped down at an empty seat at the bar, already starting to feel the beginning effects of the drink I had earlier. “Rum and coke,” I said to the bartender when he looked my way, having to raise my voice over the loud, pulsing bass of whatever song was blasting through the speakers right now. He nodded before disappearing to the other end of the crowded counter.
Your boyfriend Jimin has a bit of a surprise for you on your birthday, and he goes by the name of Yoongi.
Word Count: 6,059 Warning(s): Language, Smut, a little bit of boy on boy action. A/N: this is literally just pure smut I’m so sorry lmao. this probably isn’t even that kinky but it’s the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written oops
@pinchejimin HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY HOE!!! honestly I wanted to send this to you like so many times through out writing it to see if it was any good but I wanted it to be a surprise so here it is, I hope it doesn’t suck ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
You’ve never quite liked your name until it’s rolling off his tongue. Even if they’re spoken with a hint of daunting. And you’ve never quite felt your heart beat this loud until you’ve backed up and feel your behind hit the teacher’s desk.
“Of you? Honestly.” You find a sort of boldness that might get you in trouble.
In trouble with the notorious bad boy of the school nonetheless.
Summary: Late night phone calls seldom end but one way, especially with Taehyung; and especially when Jungkook awakes his possessive inclinations.
Count: 7.2k (RIP)
Warning(s): Smut, casual breath play because I’m trash, and (very) light spanking cause, you know…
A/N: Smut debut with Taehyung because, yeah, I guess you could say I like to suffer.
You were violently jerked awake by the sudden buzzing of your pillow. With a lazy hand, you trailed your fingers up the bed until the very tips of them grazed the cold metallic surface of the device. The room was completely dark until you flipped over your phone with clumsy hands. On the screen, his smile seemed a thousand times brighter than ever before, illuminating every corner of your shared bedroom. The unexpected flash made your eyes press shut urgently avoiding the blinding flare of light, and it made a gruff hand smack down on the dumb smile that disturbed your precious sleep, as though you could dull its brightness with your intentions alone.
A sloppy swipe of your index fingers in rushed fashion was all you managed, eyes still shut in stubborn effort to remain asleep. You barely checked to see if the call was answered at all before flopping back down and turning on your side so you could precariously balance the device against your ear.
“What?” You snapped not bothering to hide the annoyance in your hoarse voice at all because though you weren’t exactly sure what time it was, you were certain it was still dark out and that was unacceptable.
“Baby,” He purred quietly and in a low voice. It was they sort of tone that drew your full attention with little effort, and had your eyes snapping open in knowing understanding.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you shouldn’t get involved with. He was the guy who slept around, the guy who was gone before you woke up, who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. And you hated yourself for falling for his charms every damn time empty compliments spilled from his pinky lips. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights.
It was all just a simple four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you. What could possibly go wrong?
A/N:I’m here to add to the cause of fuckboy!bts and sub!jungkook (because we can never get enough of that) . Also, a huge thank you to @caffelattaes for being such an amazing person and curing my writer’s block. Bless u, gurl.
Feat. Jennie (from blackpink) as The Friend™
Hope you guys like it!because it took me like four days to finish this lmao rip hands
The cool breeze of the overcast night crawled through the open window, bringing along the distant sounds of the most diverse conversations that filled the campus on that interminable Friday night. Your dormitory was lit only by the dim streetlights and your little yellowish lamp, tracing shadows on the belongings that you had already reorganized so many times that afternoon. The semester had barely come to an end, and you were already flooded with an endless, distressing feeling of the purest, unwavering boredom. It didn’t take long for your consciousness to begin to dissipate amidst the white sheets, sleep comfortably embracing your body as your worries were lost in the arrival of a new world of dreams.
Your eyes opened abruptly as your phone rang, vibrations spreading through the ocean of blankets
. You blinked a few times, confused as you realized you were almost falling asleep, and reached out, groping blindly at your annoying device. With a slight grunt, you found it, bringing the bright screen closer to your drowsy face. The letters seemed to mock you, almost as if to say that your long-awaited rest would not come so easily.
There are days where you love life to the end of time. Everything seemed to be a domino effect of pleasant things going your way; planned itinerary finishing on time, unexpected good news, maybe even a raise in your salary but that’s highly doubtful but a person can hope, no? It’s all the possible good emotions bottled up into a day, the span of twenty-four hours oozing with nothing but smiles and giggles. Those days are what you aim for the most, or at least, try.
Holy shit I haven’t written smut/2nd POV in a long time but this was REALLY FUN. I HAD SO MUCH FUN. I should do this more often!!! (I’m super nervous about posting this though askfhjkgfdifg)
Rated M for masturbation, shower sex, slight D/s, and some weirdly intimate fluff for good measure!
Word count: 5.1k
The door slammed behind you emphatically, so much so that the walls shook and the pictures rattled on them.
You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.
You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.
And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.
You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.
Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.
You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.
He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.
Clever as the devil and twice as pretty. -Holly Black
Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs,…
A/N: For people who read my J JK fic, I’m sorry, you’ll recognize one part - I just really wanted it here. None of these pictures are mine - credits to the owners.
It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.
It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.
And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.
Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.
Dear Yoongi,
Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.
requested || by the one and only @chimcharms (SURPRISE BIBI ILY)
genre: sinful smut / oral
characters: Park Jimin
word count: 8853 (IDFK)
CEO!Jimin / Boss!Jimin. Need I say more?
a/n: I’m finally back guys! Woah I haven’t written a full length scenario in years almost a month… Not gonna lie, I seriously thought of naming this Redemption 2.0 AHA >:) I haven’t written smut of any form in SO long, please forgive me if this is terrible!
A/N: porn without plot? more like porn that grew a plot // fuckboy-ish Jimin ahoy
s/o to @yoongimnida for releasing my caged beast because this fic was welling at the bottom of my list
& @sugajpg for having the “porcelain moon shine bright” on us tonight
[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you
[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.
It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.
It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.
It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.
And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.
Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.
Dear Yoongi,
Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.
genre/warnings: smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers
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words: 14,930
→summary: An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him…
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note. this is a remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly (very?) different.
“Three months?!” You squeaked, your voice shrill as your eyes widened in shock.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t really have a choice. My mom misses me and she wants me to visit her over the summer. I can’t do anything about it,” your best friend Gian, apologised, biting her bottom lip nervously, her gaze meeting yours.
Wow, she must really feel that guilty… you hadn’t realised, and you sighed in defeat, “It’s okay Gian, really,” you reassured her, placing your hand over hers, “it’s just you know how I get about bills, I’m just worried about paying rent, that’s all — it’s okay, though, I’ll figure something out.”
You watched her swallow loudly, eyes beginning to flicker around, “um, about that Y/N,” she began, and you watched as she bit her lip more furiously, ripping off bits of dry skin, “I’ve kinda already sorted that out.”
You watched her smile weakly at you, and you nodded your head enthusiastically back at her for her to continue, feeling confused as to why she looked so nervous. This was good news. This meant you didn’t have to look for a last minute temporary roommate — or, worst scenario, try and find all the money to pay for rent yourself.
“Well, he needed somewhere to stay for a bit seeing as his lease just ran out at his last apartment… so, I said he could stay till I come back, or before then, whenever he —
“Gian, who’s he?” You cut her off, your tone demanding. You suddenly had a bad feeling, the story of an expired lease sounding familiar, as if you’d heard it before, and then the realisation washed over you. You knew who he was. Of course you did.
“Yoongi,” she squeaked out, her voice barely audible.
Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.
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Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being
“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”
He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.
“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.
“How could you do this so suddenly like—”
You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.
“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class, talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry I didn’t know that.”
You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your sweet loving making techniques a lot more than I did.”
You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had, it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your relationships ever were.
A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it. You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to relationships.
genre/warnings: romance, fluff, heavy petting, smuuut, they finally get down and dirty, college! yoongi
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words: 11,752
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summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you’re can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?
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note. this is it guys *sobs* THE END. I don’t want to be soppy, and I don’t want to bore you with my drivel, but thank you to every single one of you who have read and enjoyed this series! It means the world to me! This may be the end of dtms as a whole, but don’t worry I have some drabbles up my sleeve, so watch this space!!!
The night Yoongi asked you to be his girlfriend was one filled with awkwardness and giggling, but it turned out amazing in the end — no, more than amazing, because you got to call Yoongi yours. Finally, after all this time, he was yours. It seemed near impossible just over three months ago, when your life literally felt like it was ending (not to be over dramatic, or anything.)
Sometimes you were caught short, realising how crazy it was that Yoongi was back in your life. It would hit you when you were both laughing at each other’s terrible jokes, or bickering over something trivial, like your differing views on a stupid movie he made you watch, and then he’d grumble and kiss your forehead, letting you win whatever you had been debating about, because he was soft like that. Yoongi was here, and he wanted you — as much as you wanted him.
There was a difference in your relationship now, even though over time you had gotten over your awkwardness and forgiven each other, returning to how you two had been before you ended it — this time around was just better. It seemed sincerer knowing you were both on the same wavelength. There wasn’t any worry and doubt that clouded your brain, because every time Yoongi grinned at you, you saw love. He didn’t even have to say the words, you were content with the feeling that flowed out of his body whenever he was near. You weren’t going to push him into anything as you wanted him to take it at his own pace. Being in touch with his feelings was all new to him and you wanted to him to do everything in his own time. That’s why when he asked you to be his girlfriend so soon it took you by surprise.
→ summary: you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?
You had no clue why you were here. Well, that was a lie, you did. It was because of your best friend. Jisoo had begged you to come to this stupid house party with her because she wanted to meet some college guy she had been flirting with on Facebook. You were adamant that it was no to start with, but she slowly pecked away at you, guilt tripping you into coming with her.
“Please, pretty please, don’t you want me to fall in love and me happy?” She had pouted.
“Oh my god, ok I’ll go. If it makes you so damn happy.” You yelled, finally giving in.
“Yay! This is going to be great! I can’t wait for you to meet Namjoon,” she squealed.
Only, you hadn’t even met him because as soon as you arrived she had made a bee line for him and they now had disappeared somewhere.
You sighed, pressing your head back against the sofa you were on and clutched your drink. Was this what it was going to be like from now on? You, the single friend who sat at home doing homework every night, whilst Jisoo was off out with her new college boyfriend. You took a swig of your drink and winced when you felt the burn hit the back of your throat as you swallowed.
Gross. You didn’t even like drinking that much. Also, your parents would flip if they knew you were here.
Your skin suddenly started to tingle and you felt goose bumps start to form on your arms, the tell-tale signs that you were being watched. You looked up across the room and met the eyes of a guy. Usually, you would look away, embarrassed that you had just caught someone watching you - and he was watching you; watching you with such an intensity that you couldn’t break eye contact.
Shouldn’t he be the one feeling embarrassed? You mean, you had just caught him staring at you so brazenly and he still wasn’t looking away.
You took in his appearance and noticed that he had the most unusual dyed dusty pink coloured hair that fell in front of his eyes. He was dressed pretty casual in black jeans with holes in the knees and a checked shirt, open on top of a black t-shirt, but then again it was a house party. He was still looking at you, even while his friends stood around and spoke to him, nodding every now and again or murmuring simple words in agreement with them.
You raised up your lips, slightly smiling at him. You had just shared a moment, right? This was the right thing to do - acknowledge him? But he just kept on staring, raising his cup up to his lips and taking a sip.
Nobody’s ever been able to get you off, including yourself, and you’re really starting to think sex is overrated until your best friend changes your mind.
Word Count: 5,646 Warning(s): Language, smut, faCE RIDING!!1!
You’ve never quite liked your name until it’s rolling off his tongue. Even if they’re spoken with a hint of daunting. And you’ve never quite felt your heart beat this loud until you’ve backed up and feel your behind hit the teacher’s desk.
“Of you? Honestly.” You find a sort of boldness that might get you in trouble.
In trouble with the notorious bad boy of the school nonetheless.
“You know, when we bought this stuff I thought I was gonna be the one using it on you,” Jimin huffed, fidgeting beneath your grip as you tightened the restraints around his wrists.
“You’ll get your turn, selfish,” You teased from your straddled position across his thighs before shimmying your way up towards his chest. “Pull against the headboard. I wanna make sure they aren’t loose.” You tapped against his arms, and to your surprise he followed your directions almost instantly.
The ties kept his wrists perfectly reigned in above his head, and it filled you with a sense of glee for what was to come. You peered down, fully expecting to find a look of disdain adorning Jimin’s features due to the restrictive nature of his position, but what you were met with was the complete opposite.
Scenario:Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.
Genre: college au
Word Count: 11,249
A/N: Finally, the Jungkook fic I’ve been waiting to write! Originally this wasn’t supposed to be in multiple parts, but it ended up being so long that I had to split it up. The second part isn’t written yet, so let me know if you guys think I should continue :)
Summary: The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan. Pairing: problematic idol!Jimin x reader Word Count: 20.088 A/N: not what I should have been working on but what demanded to be written. Jimin’s hair goes from orange to black to blond to silver, and you’ll see why. The story begins in mid-August, and conversations in italics are spoken in English. I hope you like it!
The first thing Park Jimin hears is, “Rise and shine, superstar,” and then cold water is poured on his face.
“What the fuck!” Jimin snaps, jerking up in bed. He’d been warm and content, wrapped around a pretty brunette he couldn’t recall the features of, couldn’t remember the name of to ask her to please shut the fuck up, your screaming is really annoying this early in the morning, the fuck. She’d been splashed with some of the water, and maybe if it wasn’t so early- the sun wasn’t even in the sky yet, the fuck- then Jimin would feel a little bit of sympathy. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Jimin pushes his wet bangs from his eyes, narrowed and pointed in anger when he comes face to face with his manager, grinning victoriously over an empty bottle. Jimin’s starkly naked, but his manager has seen him in worse conditions before. On his hangover scale this morning barely registers as a five, so other than the ice cold wake up call, Jimin’s doing pretty hot.
“Unfortunately, I do. Now get up, Park. Your flight leaves in three hours.”
description: you weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, especially since he already had a girlfriend.
a/n: my plan for this series (if it’s wanted) is to use songs + lyrics by the 1975 and use my interpretation to create the storyline. it’s also kind of a college/university!au.
(m)- mature | word count: 3679 | Teacher!Jimin | much love~
Req: @coffeecupsandjiminsmuts said: Can I request an orange haired Jimin smut where he’s a teacher, you stay behind for supported study and you end up doing stuff together. Can you please include a “daddy & little girl” kink 😅❤️
You read through the list of vocabulary words swiftly, already knowing most of them enough to not feel the need to study. But this one, this one word, makes you stop in the monotonous drone of your bedroom to flip it over, reading the information on the back.
One of the oldest, most used words in the English language.
Licking your dry lips and spreading your damp thighs you blow air through your nose, arching your back until it cracks and sighing in relief at the tension released. Your mind has been wandering since you got home, always back to the man that occupies the house next door.
None other than your English teacher.
He’s young, attractive, funny, and every time he leant down to help you with something his hand would splay across the hard surface of your desk… so big… fingers so long… At first you were sure he was aware of how all the girls whispered about him while he was lecturing, but you’ve been starting to think he really is oblivious. The line between kindness and flirting must be nonexistent for Mr. Park Jimin, one and the same.
It was just last week he moved in next door. Just last week your surface curiosity had deepened, hollowed a hole in your chest and had your eyes wandering to his lawn every few moments. How sometimes he’d be on the phone, walking back and forth with his long legs, a smile on his face, lips so thick, forming words you wished sounded like your name…
Genre: Angst || Smut Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Strong language, Overstimulation, Fingering, Spanking, Thigh Riding, Crying (of pleasure of course), reading this might send you to hell
Description: Waking up next to the emptiness of your own bed after a night with Yoongi was something you were starting to grow tired of. Fuck buddies or not, you were beginning to feel something for Yoongi and it made your heart ache that you were nothing but a meaningless fuck to him. You couldn’t take it anymore. But when you go to cut all ties with him, he shows you just how much you will regret it.
Summary: When your shower-drying session gets cut short and you’re left with nothing but a towel, Jungkook couldn’t help but indulge in his thoughts when he saw you. He opened his mouth to speak what was on his mind just before you ran off to your room and slammed the door shut, only to have your fretting thoughts interrupted as Jungkook entered the room uninvited with eyes darker than sin.
Genre: smut w/ plenty of dirty talk c:
Insert Versions: Noona | (Y/N) | <–(coming soon)
Word count: 5613
Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy & Admin Kookfairy
A/N: So this scenario is based on a dream I had long ago in which I did tell Admin Kookfairy about to which in turn she made this soft, innocent & somewhat comedic dream into a turn for the dirty. The dream was basically me having friends (BTS & others) over and at some point I go and take a shower, get kicked out of the bathroom by my friend’s older brother (played by Yoongi in this) and find Jungkook sitting outside in front of my room to where I freak out inside because I’m in nothing but a towel and then I go to my room and see the mess that it is and freak out more. Then I wake up. LOL. At the time I didn’t think to write out the dream in any way but since I had almost forgotten it completely I considered the idea of it. So here it is now, my fluff dream + Admin Kookfairy’s rude words inspired this scenario to fully be written. We hope you all enjoy another collaboration of ours. ~ Admin Smuttyfairy
P.S. How many times have you seen “Mine” as a title??? xD (def fitting for this scenario)
Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend having sex with your friend, you want nothing more than to erase that stupid tattoo of his name on your body.
Word Count: 5,888
Genre: Smut
A/N: Inspired by Tattoo – ELO ft. Jay Park
“(Y/N)! Wait! I can explain!”
“Oh really? Then explain why the hell both you and my best friend are naked, with your dick in her mouth?” To no surprise, he couldn’t answer that. You stared straight at him and although you felt the urge to just collapse right then and there, you withheld yourself from doing so. This relationship was going to end tonight and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing him how absolutely broken you felt inside. “What? Suddenly you can’t speak now? Cause I’m pretty sure you’re capable of talking as you were just moaning her name a few moments ago.”
“(Y/N), please just let me explain. We were drunk and I-I thought she was you! I was thinking about you the entire time,” he tried to reason and you couldn’t help but snort at the ridiculous excuse he tried to come up with.
“The last time I checked, my name is not Hyuna, the name you were moaning. If you’re going to come up with a lame ass excuse like that, you should try harder. We’re done Song Mino,” you retorted and just as you were about to turn around, he grips onto your upper arm, pulling you back to face him. You were surprised just as he was, when you used the momentum of him spinning you back around to land a slap onto his left cheek, although you were glad you did. The stinging pain in your hand satisfied you because if your hand was ringing with pain right now, so was his face. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me again you horny cheating bastard.”
It was either the slap or the way you said those last few words, whichever it was, it left him staring at you with his mouth agape. As you walked away, you clenched your first, digging your fingernails into the palm of your hands to numb the pain. You weren’t so sure if you were trying to numb the pain in your hand from the slap, or the pain in your heart.
