Freaking Hell, This... Just Makes The Whole Vlive Thing Even Worse For Me Now! Amelia Ty For Making Me

Freaking hell, this... just makes the whole vlive thing even worse for me now! 🥲🔥 Amelia ty for making me suffer in a perfectly good way, I definitely needed it 😌❤

studio session (m) | jjk

↠ jungkook x reader ↠ friends with benefits to lovers | brother’s best friend AU ↠ 2585 words ↠ warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, sexual content — masturbation (briefly), oral (f. receiving), teasing, edging, sex.

↠ note: I have no excuses for this but let’s blame jungkook bc that man is fine af and he knows exactly what he was doing to us today 😌

There’s many perks to having an older brother with a successful recording studio. 

For starters you get access to some of the best music before anyone else, even being asked to give your opinion on early samples and lyrics. As well as that, you get to meet some of the artists behind the songs, making friends with them and hanging out together. 

But one of the perks you didn’t expect, was being fucked senseless over a desk by the latest musical prodigy in Seoul, Jeon Jungkook. 

thirty minutes earlier. 

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These two are the cutest pleeease!!! Taetae is such a sweetheart, I mean, the epitome of comfort indeed! I wanna a roommate now, I can't– 😭❤

hi angel! for the prompt game could you do roommates!au 3 + 6 (if two prompts aren’t allowed then just 3!) with tae or jimin, you pick👀

helloooo kenna! 🥰 I did both bc they worked together for what I had in mind :) also I said it was gonna be 1k or less but it seems I can’t write short stuff so here’s 2k of garbage 🤠 and it’s unedited!!

↠ taehyung x reader ↠ roommates (college) au | fluff ↠ 2077 words ↠ warnings: fear of thunderstorms. 

prompts: “it’s pitch black in here and I can see you’re blushing.” + “i’ve never kissed anyone before.”

The rain slams heavily into the window, the sound sending shivers down your spine and fear creeping up your throat as every second passes, and it’s all made worse by the sudden clap of thunder that occurs every few moments.

This is quite possibly one of your worst nightmares, being alone during a thunderstorm. All throughout high school you would always run to your parents room, even when you got older, not giving a damn that you were a whole eighteen year old clambering between her parents to hide beneath the covers while your mom would stroke your hair soothingly.

When moving out for college, you never thought it would be an issue considering you’ve moved close to the coast where it’s typically always warm and sunny.

But here you are, curled up into a ball, almost trembling beneath the covers.

You don’t quite know what it is about a thunderstorm that makes your body react like this, sending your mind into a state of panic and fear, and the only thing that ever soothed you was the quiet conversation your parents would have to distract you from the loud noises outside, and your mom gently stroking your hair. God, you miss her.

“Y/N?” comes a soft voice, alongside a quiet knocking at your door. Taehyung.

“Yeah?” you answer, poking your head out from above the sheets.

Taehyung is stood in his pajamas, straddling the doorway. The hallway light softly illuminates his honey tinted skin, his hair a fluffy mess, making him look like the epitome of comfort right now.

Or maybe not just now.

When you moved out six months ago, you never expected your roommate to be a guy, but you weren’t fussed as long as he was friendly and clean. Taehyung is both, and more. So much more.

Taehyung hesitates, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and then he takes two steps into your room.

“Um, well,” he starts, looking away awkwardly. “I remember you told me you don’t like storms and I just, uh, I wanted to see if you’re okay with…” he points towards the window before looking at you, his heart melting into a puddle at the sight of you mostly hidden by the covers. He knows you’re scared, and even though his own heartbeat always goes through the roof around you, he wants to make sure you’re okay.

“I’m okay,” you answer, nodding reassuringly, except your voice comes out a little too high and you’re nodding a little too fast.

Taehyung purses his lips, taking one more step. “Are you sure? I mean, I can stay with you if you like?”

“Oh…” You want to say yes, for more reasons than just seeking comfort from the storm, but your nerves take over and you shake your head. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

“Oh, sure…” Taehyung nods, his head lowering a little, but enough for you to notice it.

It’s not that you don’t want him to stay, because you do, but you’ve never had much luck with romance. The three guys you really liked in the past were either, into someone else or not looking for something serious.

But now there’s Taehyung. He isn’t any of those, and you’re not a stranger to harbouring romantic feelings for someone so you know that Taehyung is feeling at least some of the same feelings as you.

It’s a little more than obvious now. There’s the packed lunches he makes for you, the coffee and chocolates he brings you when you’re studying, the chores he takes over when you’re the slightest bit stressed, the subtle flirty comments he makes, or the way he blushes when you flirt back. He’s never fazed by it though, and always comes back with a sure confidence that has you crushing on him harder.

Although he looks less than confident now and you hate that you just rejected his offer when you know it’s coming from a good place.

“Well, good night then,” he mutters, smiling awkwardly as he avoids your gaze and turns away.

With each step he takes to the door, you feel the sounds of the thunder and rain reverberating in your chest, heightening your fear until:

“Wait,” you blurt, pushing yourself up in bed. Taehyung turns around, wide eyed at your abruptness just as you’re throwing the sheets back. “Stay with me please.”

A kind smile appears on Taehyung’s lips and he nods, closing the door before padding towards your bed. “Of course,” he says quietly, climbing in beside you.

Wordlessly, you slide down into the bed again as he makes himself comfortable. He’s keeping a respectable distance from you but he’s still close enough for you to just make out the shadows of his face. You can imagine it fully now, even the little mole on his nose.

You remember the first time you noticed it. It was three weeks into living here with him and you were both arguing about something to do with the laundry. That was the first time you ever felt comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to bicker with him and know he wouldn’t be offended.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snap up to Taehyung’s eyes and you feel your cheeks burn as you realise you were just staring at him.

Taehyung tries not to smile but the corner of his lips still turn up in amusement. “It’s okay, you can stare at me if it helps distract you,” he quips, staring at you.

“I wasn’t staring,” you respond hotly, momentarily forgetting about the heavy rainfall and sharp winds outside. “I was… daydreaming,” you lie easily, smiling to cover up for it.

“It’s almost pitch black in here and I can see you blushing,” Taehyung smirks. However the moment is cut short when another crash of thunder vibrates through the room.

You instinctively curl tighter into a ball, shrinking into the sheets again.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs soothingly, and you feel him shift closer to your side, his warmth drawing you in. “D’you want me to turn your lamp on?”

“Yes please,” you nod, eyes pressed shut. Taehyung rolls over to turn your lamp on before coming close to you again, and this time, you shuffle closer to his chest.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, and you feel a gentle hand press against your head, and then he strokes you, just like your mom used to.

Your eyes slowly open to see Taehyung’s face now only inches from yours, and his eyes are trained on your face, almost mesmerised. A moment passes in silence with your heart racing in your chest, and it’s not because of the storm. Then Taehyung speaks.

“This timing is really shit,” he murmurs, eyes still roaming your face, “but I think you’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Words get caught in your throat and you’re staring at Taehyung for a few seconds before you manage to respond.

“Thanks, me too.” You panic as soon as you say it. “I mean, about you, not me, I think you’re beautiful too, or handsome, whatever you prefer… uh, yeah…”

You cringe right away. Gosh, I’m an idiot.

Taehyung chuckles softly, reading your inner turmoil on your face with the way your brows furrow together.

“Thanks, I’m cool with either,” he says softly.

“Right,” you nod, pursing your lips together. You can feel the heat rising in your chest from embarrassment, but there’s also more. It’s the way your heart is swelling just from being this close to Taehyung, but it’s not in a suffocating way. It’s comforting, making you feel warm and safe.

You’re no longer shrinking into the sheets, but somehow rising. Your chin tilting upwards to meet Taehyung’s gaze.

“Thanks for staying with me,” you murmur dazedly.

“You’re welcome,” he responds, voice sounding lower and deeper. “You know I’ll always be here for you.”

You nod, and then your eyes drop to his lips for a split second before moving back to his eyes.

But Taehyung doesn’t miss it.

His own gaze naturally drops to your lips as he smiles, his hand moving down to your face before he slowly starts shifting closer.

That’s when you feel it. The insecurities and uncertainties you have, wondering if you’ll ever be good enough or if this could be something real.

“Wait,” you say suddenly, moving back out to put some distance between you. Taehyung stops, looking at you in concern as he also shifts backwards.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I was making you uncomfortable—“

“No you weren’t,” you interrupt, feeling guilty that he even thinks that. “It’s not you at all, you’re perfect,” you mutter.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything but just watches you carefully. You’re quiet for a moment, fidgeting with the corner of your pillow before you finally swallow the embarrassment and get it out:

“I’ve never dated anyone before,” you admit, watching for his reaction apprehensively.

But it doesn’t come.

He just nods slowly. “I see.”

You swallow, wanting to explain further before he thinks you’re pushing him away. “It’s just that every guy I liked was either not looking for something serious, or they didn’t reciprocate my feelings,” you mutter embarrassedly, looking away. “I’m not sure what to expect now.”

Taehyung smiles, now understanding. “I can tell you,” he says, moving closer to your side again.

You’re surprised he’s still here, you’re surprised he’s not walking away from you with a pitiful smile, you’re surprised that he’s moved closer and even taken your hand now.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you nod.

“Okay, well,” Taehyung starts, feeling slightly embarrassed himself as he openly confesses. “I think it’s probably obvious by now, but I like you, a lot,” he chuckles, eyes flickering back and forth between your face and his hand holding yours, long enough for him the catch the smile that graces your lips when he admits it. “And I was just about to kiss you, and ideally I would like to date you afterwards, and well, have you be my girlfriend… if you wanted…?”

Now it’s Taehyung who’s blushing.

“Okay,” you nod, fighting back a grin.

“Okay?” He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Okay,” you nod again. “I want that.”

“Oh…” That sure confidence returns to Taehyung’s face and he smiles. “Okay.”

The distance between you begins to close again, and your brain stupidly chooses this moment to quietly notify him, “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Taehyung pauses.

“So I might be bad at it.”

Much to your surprise, he breaks into a giggle, fingers now intertwining with yours. “You can’t be bad at it,” he says, slowly coming close again.

“I might be,” you shrug, eyes naturally dropping down to his lips.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything but just smirks, and when he’s close enough, your eyes close and your chin raises…

Then you feel the most tender kiss on your forehead, and Taehyung moves back with nothing more.

When he sees your confused expression, he shrugs, cosying up in the sheets beside you again. “It’s your first kiss, I want you to be sure.”

It’s the sentiment behind it that has your heart swelling for him. Pulling your hand free from his, you place it on his face and cradle his jaw.

When you see his confused expression, you smile. “I am sure.” And you press your lips into his.

You can feel the smile on Taehyung’s lips as you kiss him, but it quickly disappears as he takes over, kissing you gently and firmly before it ends.

“I told you,” he smiles, thumb stroking your jaw, “you can’t be bad at it.”

“So that means I was good?” you beam, feeling content.

“Amazing,” he winks, booping your nose before pulling you into his shoulder. “We can do it again tomorrow if you like.”

Chuckling, you press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’d like that,” you murmur, feeling your body relax in his embrace, and for the rest of the night, the wind seems to calm down, the rain isn’t so loud anymore, and the thunder seems distant.

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GOOD BOY ‖ eleven

Jimin keeps his word and takes you out on a date which turns out to be completely different than what you expected.

word count: 10k genre: angst, smut warnings: mentions of social anxiety/mental health themes; mature themes; smut (oral sex)

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