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.
Description: Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual. Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Angst and Smut
Word Count: 26,321
A/N: I’m so sorry. I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore. Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.
And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth. I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.
It was around the time warm layers between summer and fall melted the shades of orange cinnamon and green leaves together, days falling behind and time starts to pack up. School had started, drawing a line of students prepping and studying for future exams, overwhelming majority of the last month of break. A cool, succumbed breeze brushed by when she stepped into his life by a step into a small cafe, welcoming her with a genuine smile from ear to ear as he offered her to sit with him.
Little specks and smears of coffee stain the brown napkins, soaking up the sticky liquid as it absorbs into the thick sheet of tissue from her arm. Apologetic whines and hands caressing her wrist made her throw her head back and laugh at the sincerity of the boy holding the girl. She really thought it was just the smell of coffee draining into her head, blistering her cheeks from her unforgettable smiles and giggles that formed.
• pairing: jung hoseok x reader • genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (this is low-key cute and sad at the same time, my heart) • words: 5,959 → summary: you’ve been in a long-distance friendship with Hoseok for a couple of years, hiding feelings that you think he may also reciprocate. What happens when you finally cross paths with him again… • note. based on a request. Named after this song here. Also, periods of italics indicate the characters are speaking English!
a/n: by the way, who’s shocked I managed to write something under 6k…Has this ever happened before?! Also, this is really different for me because I don’t usually like writing so close to reality, but I loved the idea so much, I had to write it!
Summary:In Namjoon’s eyes, you were just a simple worker in an office somewhere in Seoul. And in your eyes, Namjoon worked as a corporate lawyer for one of the many different companies around the city – what the two of you didn’t know is that you were actually working for rival businesses who fought dirty, which is why they hired both you and Namjoon respectively as assassins. But things take a turn when you’re handed a folder with your boyfriend’s picture and name on it, the love of your life now labeled as your next kill.
A/N:It’s finally done!!!!! This was both fun and challenging to write but I think it turned out okay. At least I hope it did, lmao. It’s definitely the longest thing I’ve ever written but it’ll suffice for now. This is also loosely, and I mean loosely, based off of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Enjoy, loves. xx
The scent of bacon and coffee fills your nose as you walk down the stairs, your eyes closing as you relished in the delicious smells filling the house. Slowly opening your eyes, your gaze falls on the bare broad back of your boyfriend standing at the counter, muscles flexing with every move he makes. A small smile forms on your lips as you walk towards him, your arms wrapping around his waist and your face pressing into the flesh of his back as you kiss his skin softly. A quiet hum of appreciation escapes him as he stops what he’s doing and turns around to face you, a dimpled grin forming on his face as he wraps his arms around you.
“Morning, beautiful,” he chimes, locking his hands together around your back and pulling you in close. Lifting your head to look up at him, you grin.
“Morning handsome,” leaning up on your toes you nudge his head down gently with your hand so that you can press your lips to his, properly greeting him before pulling away. “Breakfast smells good.”
Warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, some swearing
Word count: 7.5k (aka my death)
Synopsis: You get lucky in Amsterdam, in more ways than one.
A/N: This is something I got inspired to write on my trip to Amsterdam and tbh, who would fit this better than journalism student!Taehyung? Please stay safe if you do couchsurfing or think of doing it. My thanks go out to @thules@ayyosuga and @sydist for beta-ing this and Milky Chance for keeping me awake and inspiring me with their wonderful music (check my boys out and listen to their new album while reading this). This is my take on the @kwritersnet prompt event and I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated :)
You huffed as you stepped into the dimly lit bar, the smell of alcohol and weed filling your nose and you looked around to see a little booth with no one in. Walking towards it, you slowly slipped your backpack off your shoulders, gently throwing it into the booth as you sighed in content while you slumped down on the red leather bench.
You had been wandering around Amsterdam the whole day, your shoulders cramping and feet burning. Your host had canceled you for an ‘urgent matter’ right when you arrived, right when you were stepping out of the train. Your mind raced in confusion and anger but you shrugged and carried on with your plan for the weekend. Opening the Couchsurfing app and asking for help, you knew you’d find another couch to sleep on.
So there you were, your head in your hands as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths to calm your racing heart. A friendly waiter walked up to you and took your order, which consisted of a Screwdriver and a glass of water. You desperately needed something to get your mind off the tiring walk through the city, the pain in your back and feet and the pounding in your head. Your lips were attached to the straw as soon as the drinks arrived and you closed your eyes at the heavenly taste that seemed to ease your mind, relaxing your tense body, leaving it in a pleasant tingling state.
The peace was interrupted by your buzzing phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and let your fingers ghost over the Couchsurfing app, the notification being a message from a guy called Taehyung Kim. Furrowing your brows and opening the message, you felt your heart pounding at its content.
Taehyung Kim: I saw your host canceled, you can come to my place. It’s just a few blocks from the bar you’re sitting in.
Synopsis: when your pact with Jimin to lose your virginity by the end of Valentine’s Day fails, the two of you decide to just lose it to each other…
Warning: Graphic smut
Word Count: 8,357
You’re halfway through The Notebook— right at the iconic kiss scene in the rain, when your phone rings. You curse the person stupid enough to call you at such an important moment as you dive to press pause before you spoil the moment. Checking to make sure the screen stays frozen, you pick up your phone.
“What?” You growl, irritated by the interruption.
“Hey, ___, are you home right now?”
You identify the voice as your best friend’s, “Yeah. What do you want, Jimin?”
“Can I come over?”
“What right now? Aren’t you at the club with Namjoon?”
“Yeah, but it didn’t go very well,” his pout is nearly audible on the other end, “Please let me sleep over?”
You glance around the room, taking in the half-eaten boxes of chocolate and the enormous heart-shaped cake on the coffee table with unease, “I’m a bit busy right now, Jimin.”
“Oh? Am I interrupting something? ___-ah, did you actually get laid?!”
“What?” Heat rises in your cheeks, “No! Of course not. What would make you think that?”
•pairing: min yoongi x reader, pianist! yoongi • genre/warnings: smut, oral, fingering, slightly-dom! yoongi, • words: 4,373 → summary: in which Yoongi is your piano teacher and you just can’t stop yourself from looking at those delicate fingers and all the not-so delicate things he could do with them… • note. inspired by a request I received here. I have never studied the form of a piano so intently before now just to make this smut doable.
“You’re such a masterpiece… a masterpiece I want to get a taste of.”
Synopsis:Your nude modeling portfolios are due in a few days and, with all your sketches an absolute mess, Namjoon offers to help; though, his idea of aiding your lack of skill is different that what you thought…
A/N: my friend and i had a talk abt her nude modeling portfolio, then with my thirst for joonie, this spiraled out
Two more minutes until class is over — two more aching minutes left to finish the sketch of the bare model that is posing with ductile in the center of the art studio.
You are busying yourself with the details of the fair model, attempting to perfect the shading of her skin under the dim lighting despite having half of her body drafted onto your paper. Then, those two minutes pass by within a dream, the timer blaring off to indicate that the session has run out of seconds — that you have run out of time.
The model breaks from her pose, standing upright and stretching her limbs as you strive to catch the last of her sitting, but you do not catch it and all you are left with is a half drawn model — four, to be exact. It is always like this; your class has been working on perfecting the nude portfolio for a week by now, but you do not hold a fraction of what perfection in bare beauty on paper is.
Your head hangs low when you let out an exasperated sigh, tired from your lack of skill. The nude portfolio that should have all the poses of each model from the past week is due in six days, and that date draws out the stressed artist within you. You are a painter, a photographer, a graphic artist — everything but someone who sketches nude models to perfection.
Which is probably why your classmate who situated himself next to you is releasing bubbly laughter the moment he sees your exposed sketches.
You dart your eyes towards him. “What do you want, Namjoon?”
• pairing: kim seokjin x reader • genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin • words: 7,520 → summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is. After this chapter, we can officially head into everything @ellieljade and I have planned. You’re not ready, tbh. As always, thank you to Nicole for being my beta and soundboard.
“Please pick up.” you whispered as you paced the floor of your bedroom, “Come on, Momo pick up my damn call”
Your prayers were answered with the sound of your facetime call being accepted and seconds later your best friend’s face appeared on the screen in front of you.
“What’s up dude?” Momo asked as she shoved what looked like a burger into her mouth.
You squinted at the screen in disbelief “Did you make that yourself?”
Momo laughed, “Hell no, I ordered it” she flashed the burger in front of her camera “Do you really think I would be able to make something like this without the entire kitchen catching on fire?”
You sank down on your mattress, “I almost had a heart attack. I thought the big city had changed my best friend”
“Nope, I just make more money now so I can order out whenever I want.”
“Good, the last thing I need right now is to find out my best friend has become victim to the body snatchers” you sigh.
“I heard his song on the radio.”
You wince at her bluntness, but you were also thankful for it. You both knew that it was going to take you a while to muster up the courage to talk about why you were calling out of the blue. Momo was the only person you could talk to about this. Mina was too opinionated. Sana was too empathetic. You needed someone to be honest and straight with you. Except Momo was now hundreds of miles away.
“Yeah, so did I” you murmur, trying to not replay the first time you heard it in your head.
It had been a few weeks now and his song was haunting you. Every time you turned on the radio it was playing. Every time you tried to buy a carton of soy milk at the grocery store it was playing. You prepared yourself for the next time you went to karaoke because god knows someone probably already made it available.
For all you knew they were probably already producing a kids bop version.
Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.
Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin
Genre: Smut (M)
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: breath play, dom!Jimin, lots and lots of filth.
A/N: This is chapter one of… well, I don’t know. @ellieljade and I just keep brainstorming more and more for this sucker. To the point of us joking about finishing this when we’re in our 90′s….. Anyway. I hope you enjoy. I’ll be working on part two for Room for Dessert and The Guest House soon.
(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)
Warnings: 6000+ words of smut,Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place
“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”
Jimin sighed. He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks. One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged. The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.
While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand. Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.
“Does it hurt much?” you asked him.
“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere. The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot. There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you. He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him. He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances. Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.
☆ warnings → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE
☆ word count → 10.4k
☆ summary →
you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions
↳ or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps
→ pt i | pt ii (final)
☆ a/n → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! + shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt@itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls + also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month
☆warning→ public sex, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!junghope, demeaning names during sex if you aren’t into that, jealousy
☆ word count → 5.5k
☆ summary → you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines
– but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions
↳ or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps
→ pt i | pt ii (coming soon!)
☆ a/n → …. why tf did i do this to myself!!! (this is just smut that i had to split into two parts rip) anyways tagging @kstopping@gxtsmxt@thotmi bc nothing says i love you like a junghope smut am i right
Dedicated to the misogynists who tried to ruin my passion for this series. Couldn’t have done it without y’all :)
The next few Tuesdays pass in rapid succession.
The very next day after the accident with Jungkook on the full moon, Jiho breaks up with you. He simply goes up to you at your desk the next morning and tells you that you should break up. It’s so blunt that you almost feel offended. Like the last few months didn’t exist. But for some strange reason, you can’t bring yourself to feel one ounce of indignation, and you accept with a simple nod of your head. And when Jiho storms off, strangely furious, you realize that he had been expecting you to grovel for his forgiveness. That your reaction wasn’t what he had expected at all.
And that’s when you realize that you desperately need a change of scenery. So you go to your boss’s office directly after work and beg for a transfer to a different branch. She’s hesitant at first, utterly dumbfounded over the fact that anyone would want to return to Busan after a high ranking position in Seoul. But she has no choice but to grant your request when you make up a heartbreaking story about ill relatives.
So nearly a decade after your move to the big city as a naïve little teenager, you find yourself moving back to your hometown.
Your parents are utterly bewildered when they find their fully-grown, adult daughter on their doorstep that weekend with just a suitcase in hand. They’re worried at first, but when they begin to piece together the details of your breakup, they decide not to ask any questions. Your father mutters under his breath about your overreaction as he leads you to your childhood bedroom, but of course, he doesn’t know the specifics of Jungkook’s role in the breakup. And you don’t correct him.
The phone calls and texts from the wolf boy decrease in frequency as time passes, but they never cease entirely. He still has his Tuesdays, after all. But you’ve learned to delete the messages without looking at them.
You already know that he loves you. You are reminded every time you look in the mirror and see that ghastly puckered scar on the base of your neck.
Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. The two of you told each other everything. 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.
Pairing: Reader x Jungkook
Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut
Word Count: 7,458
Aisle One
“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.
“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.
Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.
He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”
“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.
“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.
“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.
Prompt: Taehyung was always seen as the good boy, but you quickly realize that that is not quite the case.
Word Count: 7.4k
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This piece contains sexually explicit details. Read with discretion.
Disclaimer: An intoxicated person cannot give sexual consent. I have chosen to include a party scene that includes drinking but the characters portrayed are NOT drunk. I do not condone behavior that includes a person under the influence giving ‘consent.’ Also: always use condoms, kids.
A/N: This is literally 100% unedited because I’m posting this while I still have wifi at this café. I’M SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS IN GRAMMAR AND OR SPELLING.
Kim Taehyung was always seen as the good boy. You saw him that way, and frankly, so did everyone else. He had straight A’s, a kind demeanor, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. To everyone on the outside looking in, it was a mystery how he had ended up with the six other delinquents that he was always surrounded by.
However, things had drastically turned around in the span of one night, and as Kim Taehyung himself plowed into you from behind, whispering dirty little things into your ear, everything seemed to make more sense and things clicked into place.
Kim Taehyung was not the good boy that everyone had always thought.
Summary: Dancing around each other for years, both you and Yoongi have resigned to stay friends, never knowing the others feelings for each other. However, an impulsive decision from Jin might finally push you two together. Yoongi really shouldn’t have trusted Jin with his phone. BFF!Yoongi, College AU.
Members: Yoongi, ft. Jin being a true bro
Word Count: 6.5k
Warning: Smut
A/N: Okay so, I don’t know if anyone else’s university/school has this but there’s a FB/Instagram account for my school where you send in a message for your crush anonymously and the account publishes it for you, sometimes with a picture and the whole thing just made wheels turn in my head so now here we are.
SUMMARY:All she wanted to do was pass her classes, run the morning radio station, and get herself together. She never expected to fall for - not one- but two very different boys; the shy, sweetheart Park Jimin and the flirty, pain-in-the-ass Min Yoongi.
GENRE/WARNINGS:College!AU; Filled with a Yoonmin love triangle and a shit ton of smut, angst, and fluff.
WORDS:14.2k.
A/N:The final part! I had so much fun co-writing this with Dannie aka @jiminables. We were both pretty divided when it came to deciding who Y/N was going to end up with (considering the fact that her bias is Jimin and mine is Yoongi lmao) but we’re both really happy with the way this turned out. We hope you guys enjoy it just as much as we do! :) xx.
Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.
Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this…
Warnings: Spanking, masturbation
A/N: I…. have no words to explain myself here… This is the first part to Yoongi’s birthday scenario so…. There will be a concluding part posted on his bday ^^ Do I dare tag @ellieljade because she coaxed me to post this tbh….
Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you.
Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.
Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~
Words: 2,932
You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.
It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath.
He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion.
Summary: Jungkook’s had a bad day at work and could use a little stress relief.
Note: i’ve been craving some domestic jungkook smut so i decided to write some. i wouldn’t consider this yalls late christmas present… how about a late stocking stuffer? LOL. also, for the first time ever.. jungkook isn’t totally dom daddy in this GASPPPPP (ok maybe a lil. doNT LOOK AT ME)
Words: 2.6k
Words couldn’t express how glad he was that today was finally over. Work about drove him fucking insane today, so to say that he was happy as he walked through the front door was quite the understatement.
He kicked his shoes off by the door and tossed his keys onto the bar, looking around the apartment as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, looking for you. “Baby?” He called out, and when he got no response he knew you were probably in the bedroom.
So he began to trudge his way in there, scratching the back of his neck and realizing how excited he felt to see you after such a long and irritating day. You always knew how to calm him down.
Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy
It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.
“So what do you think they’re doing?”
Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.
Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”
“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”
Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. AND ALSO, the OC in this is very submissive and pliant because she’s in heat and it’s quite extreme, so if extreme submissiveness makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read!
Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: yeah um this is literally just an excuse to write dogboy jungkook smut lets keep it real but this time there’s actually gonna be plot and a backstory omfg i know right and im laughing so hard at myself becuz in this dogboy AU dogboys apparently have knots but in my dogboy tae fics they dont like wtf im dumb but please have fun and read this but please know that this is the weirdest plot and its generally just weird as fuck but so is all my shit
The air was so thick with your scent, Jungkook thought he was going to choke on it.
His hands were balled into fists, ears laid back atop his head and his whole body was tensed from having to hold himself back. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over and mount you, to fill you up with his cock and his seed, but he knew that had to wait until the meeting was over.
He knew the state you were in was no better. It was no doubt hard for you to be in the presence of an aroused alpha male while the excruciating heat blazed through your body. He could smell the excessive juices you were leaking that were probably staining the armchair you sat in right this very moment. And the way your body would tremble every now and then, let him know how desperate you were for him to be inside of you.
This kind of situation was very common for Jungkook, however. So he was an expert at refraining himself from taking his clients right then and there, no matter how tempting they might be.
Being a prized male hybrid since there were very few males out there, masters would pay him to breed with their female hybrids, so they could have his valuable offsprings - it was almost guaranteed for there to be a male in the litter. There was no telling how many children he had, because after he bred with the girls, he’d never see nor hear from them again.
They gave him money, he gave them children. And that was that.
