Love, Secret Santa | Kth Ft. Pjm

love, secret santa | kth ft. pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: every year, on christmas day, for as long as you could remember, you’ve gotten little notes of confession. you don’t know who it’s from, as they’re only signed off as ‘love, secret santa’. and every year, you hope to figure out the mysterious identity of your admirer. secretly, you hope it’s your childhood best friend. friends to lovers. idiots to lovers. idiots to idiots. lovers to friends. this fic has it all yeehaw

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader; jimin x reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 36k ↬ MOBILE USERS GET REKT but also god i’m so fucking sorry

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: lots of pining,,,, god there’s so much fucking pining, everyone in this story is a fucking idiot and there’s so much miscommunication that i wanted to scream at them even though I’m the idiot writing them like this, this smut is something else n im in love with kim taehyung, soft!dom taehyung, sub!reader, big cock!taehyung, teasing, nipple/breast play, body worship kinda idk he’s just v soft and so in love with her, cunnilingus, hair pulling, handjob, fingering, mutual handjobs? is that a thing? i guess it is for this fic lmao, cum eating, unprotected, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this kinda switches between POVs so I hope it’s not too fucking confusing,,,,

⏤ Part of the 12 Days of Bangtan Christmas Collab

December 2017

One cold, midwinter day in Seoul, you find yourself sitting in your bedroom. The plush, beige carpet keeps you warm, your legs curled under your butt as you stare down at the ornate brown box. It’s a beautiful container: made of soft, dark cherrywood, the surfaces intricately carved with beautiful designs and the edges trimmed with gold. You can’t help but tenderly brush your fingers against it, holding it gently - almost as if afraid that anything but a delicate touch would cause it to break. You don’t really care about how beautiful opulent it is; you deeply cherish the box. It has sentimental value - a gift from Taehyung, one of your childhood best friends, on your eighteenth birthday.

However, what’s inside the box holds more value to you than the box itself. Reaching inside, you delicately pull out the small pieces of paper, a tender smile curling on your lips. You shift backwards, leaning your back against the side of your bed and pulling your knees up as you begin flicking through the short letters. Each piece of parchment paper is completely different, some plain white - others more ornately designed with little festive doodles - like the green and red holly dotted in the corners of one note, or the little hand-drawn snowman on another, or even the scrawled, poorly drawn gingerbread man that looks as if a six-year-old had drawn it. Which, of course, makes sense as a six-year-old had drawn it.

Flipping the paper backwards, your smile widens. There, on the back of the note with the gingerbread man, is a little ‘Christmas, 2000’, written in your own five-year-old writing. Your first note. You barely remember the year, if you’re being honest, how could you? It’s been more than a decade since then. Almost two, in fact. Turning the note back around, you fondly run your finger over the writing. ‘I love when you make gingerbread men with me - Love, Secret Santa.’ the note reads. Again, you cannot clearly remember your fifth Christmas, but you do have a faint memory of you standing in Jimin’s kitchen, his mother hovering beside you, Taehyung, and Jimin while you bossed the two boys around. The memory fills you with nostalgia, a light laugh leaving you. Not much had really changed since then.

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— CHOOSE; DUTY OR LOVE?

if you were forced to choose between honor on the one hand, and those you love on the other; what would you do? we all do our duty when there is no cost to it; honor comes easy then. but, sooner or later, there will come a day in your life when it is not easy.

for love is the death of duty; and sometimes, duty is the death of love.

you must make that choice yourself; and live with it for the rest of your days.

house— stark. heir— jungkook. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

house— targaryen. heir— hoseok. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

the great beasts plummeted into the god’s eye with such ferocity that you feared the water would rise up and swallow your ship whole. even in the pale moonlight you could see the lake stained red, and you were certain the dragonriders could not have survived such a fall.

house— martell. heir— taehyung. sigil— a spear piercing the sun. words— “unbowed, unbent, unbroken.” seat— sunspear.

read the legend.

when he took the helmet off, shaking out his damp hair even as the strands still clung to his skin, he stole your breath away. the cheers for the prince were deafening, but it was as if there was no one else but the two of you when you gazed upon his bright smile. his dark eyes were almost on yours when the screams of his opponent cut through the air. all the eyes in the tourney turned to your eldest brother, the ground beneath his lying form quickly staining red.

house— tyrell. heir— seokjin. sigil— golden rose. words— “growing strong.” seat— highgarden.

read the legend.

“you won’t regret it,” he said, so quietly and so sincerely that you believed him. “i promise you.” his arms were firm around your body, holding you close, but his fingers were gentle on your skin. you wanted to stay in his embrace forever, wanted to lean back so you could see his face, wanted to push yourself forward to press your mouth against his. you didn’t know for certain if he meant the words that spilled from his lips, but you wanted to believe them; so you did. 

house— lannister. heir— jimin. sigil— gold lion. words— “hear me roar.” seat— casterly rock.

read the legend.

and stood there beside his horse, he looked every part the lannister prince. his eyes met yours amongst the lords and ladies seeing him and his men off, and he smiled wickedly as he walked over to you. taking your hand in his, he bowed to press his lips to your knuckles in a chaste kiss that would draw the eyes of the people around you. then he pulled you close, until you were pressed to his armor clad chest, and you hoped the lords and ladies were enjoying the show he was putting on for them.

house— targaryen. heir— yoongi. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

he had fallen to his knees, eyes ablaze with fury, and blood splattered on his mouth. this was the man they called the young dragon? you wondered why he would garner such a name amongst his people. you wondered if they would still call him the young dragon when he returned or if they would whisper behind his back at his failures. when the man’s eyes met yours, you were glad he was just that; a man. for if he had been a dragon like that of the blood that ran in his veins, you supposed he would have swallowed you whole.

house— stark. heir— namjoon. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

centuries of independence, of strength, of power, gone in the blink of an eye. it was all gone, the moment that his knee touched the snow beneath your feet. his face was set in stone as hard and as unforgiving as the one’s used to build the castle. history would remember him unkindly, you knew.

but what they would not know was that yielding was the most honorable thing he could have done.

all rights reserved © junqkook | 16 AUG 2019 | do not repost, copy, modify, and/or translate in any form on any medium.

the devil’s change up (m)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff / college, baseball player au

warnings: graphic dirty talk, demeaning names, dom themes, mild jealousy, non-penetrative bat play, semi-public sex, unprotected sex

word count: 41,317

description: Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better. 

note: the symbol (◇) means the scene is in jungkook’s perspective

You were sitting against the cool metal bleachers located inside the dugout. You scowled out at the field as you watched the players prance around on the hunter green turf, cleats pattering with each step. Their orange, clay-stained uniforms passed by one after another, only seeming to do so in order to taunt you with painful memories.

You hated your shift with the baseball team — absolutely despised it.

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— CHOOSE; DUTY OR LOVE?

if you were forced to choose between honor on the one hand, and those you love on the other; what would you do? we all do our duty when there is no cost to it; honor comes easy then. but, sooner or later, there will come a day in your life when it is not easy.

for love is the death of duty; and sometimes, duty is the death of love.

you must make that choice yourself; and live with it for the rest of your days.

house— stark. heir— jungkook. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

house— targaryen. heir— hoseok. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

the great beasts plummeted into the god’s eye with such ferocity that you feared the water would rise up and swallow your ship whole. even in the pale moonlight you could see the lake stained red, and you were certain the dragonriders could not have survived such a fall.

house— martell. heir— taehyung. sigil— a spear piercing the sun. words— “unbowed, unbent, unbroken.” seat— sunspear.

read the legend.

when he took the helmet off, shaking out his damp hair even as the strands still clung to his skin, he stole your breath away. the cheers for the prince were deafening, but it was as if there was no one else but the two of you when you gazed upon his bright smile. his dark eyes were almost on yours when the screams of his opponent cut through the air. all the eyes in the tourney turned to your eldest brother, the ground beneath his lying form quickly staining red.

house— tyrell. heir— seokjin. sigil— golden rose. words— “growing strong.” seat— highgarden.

read the legend.

“you won’t regret it,” he said, so quietly and so sincerely that you believed him. “i promise you.” his arms were firm around your body, holding you close, but his fingers were gentle on your skin. you wanted to stay in his embrace forever, wanted to lean back so you could see his face, wanted to push yourself forward to press your mouth against his. you didn’t know for certain if he meant the words that spilled from his lips, but you wanted to believe them; so you did. 

house— lannister. heir— jimin. sigil— gold lion. words— “hear me roar.” seat— casterly rock.

read the legend.

and stood there beside his horse, he looked every part the lannister prince. his eyes met yours amongst the lords and ladies seeing him and his men off, and he smiled wickedly as he walked over to you. taking your hand in his, he bowed to press his lips to your knuckles in a chaste kiss that would draw the eyes of the people around you. then he pulled you close, until you were pressed to his armor clad chest, and you hoped the lords and ladies were enjoying the show he was putting on for them.

house— targaryen. heir— yoongi. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

he had fallen to his knees, eyes ablaze with fury, and blood splattered on his mouth. this was the man they called the young dragon? you wondered why he would garner such a name amongst his people. you wondered if they would still call him the young dragon when he returned or if they would whisper behind his back at his failures. when the man’s eyes met yours, you were glad he was just that; a man. for if he had been a dragon like that of the blood that ran in his veins, you supposed he would have swallowed you whole.

house— stark. heir— namjoon. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

centuries of independence, of strength, of power, gone in the blink of an eye. it was all gone, the moment that his knee touched the snow beneath your feet. his face was set in stone as hard and as unforgiving as the one’s used to build the castle. history would remember him unkindly, you knew.

but what they would not know was that yielding was the most honorable thing he could have done.

all rights reserved © junqkook | 16 AUG 2019 | do not repost, copy, modify, and/or translate in any form on any medium.

into the wilderness | pjm

summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

{camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au}

pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy word count: 27k warnings: unrequited love, camp shenanigans, awkwardness, secondhand embarrassment/hurt, ot7 cameos a/n: hello and welcome to the one thing that guyi has wanted to write for literal years now but never go around to! finally i can cross camp counselor au off my list. anyway, it’s been over a year since i wrote for jimin so i hope that this monster 27k fic can make up for that !!! i swear the ending is happy. i swear. i promise.

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suncity | jhs

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to Barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him. 〞stranges to lovers au. vacation au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: hoseok x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: grinding in public (just dancing), kissing, nipple play, fingering, dom!Hoseok, sub!Reader, dirty talk, praise, degradation, cum eating, cum swapping? penetration, creampie, public sex, blowjob, cum swallowing, sacrilege, exhibitionism, the slightest daddy kink (literally used twice,,, for sacrilegious purposes), rough sex, cunningulus, sweet lowkey sad sex, sex on a boat // there are three different smut scenes

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello!! here is the third instalment of the mixtape series! I had quite a bit of fun with this au and I just,,,, fell in love with jung hoseok all over again and I hope you do too! thank you to my beta reader @slashgashbridesmaid for being wonderful and editing this for me!

⇥ part of the mixtape series

Stepping out of the air-conditioned airport, you take in a deep breath, the humidity mixed with the heat already seeping into your pores, sweat forming around your temples. The sun blazes overhead, the sky completely cloudless and streets bustling with both traffic and people. You have no idea if it is the bright weather, the stunning vintage architecture, or just a placebo effect, but everything about Barcelona feels completely different from Seoul. Which, of course, it is, but it’s almost as if the air itself is different. It feels electric; livelier.

You take another deep breath, relishing in the complete change of pace. Barcelona. You’re really in Barcelona. You hadn’t really planned this. In fact, this was probably the most impulsive decision you had made in a very long time, but recently, you’d just had enough of the same routine, fast-paced life in Seoul and you had desperately needed a change of pace lest you finally lose your mind. Thus, you had hopped in the first cab you could hail, ridden straight to Incheon Airport, and grabbed the first flight with a seat open to the sunniest available destination, which just happened to be Barcelona.

Grabbing the handle of your small roller suitcase, you begin walking down the streets, more lost than you had been in, well, years. You’d gotten so used to expertly navigating the streets of Seoul that the sudden displacement and unfamiliarity of Barcelona sent a rush of exhilaration down your spine. Aimlessly wandering down the streets, you can’t help but be in awe of the sights. Everything is vibrant, pulsating with life and music, from the bright vivid colours of various flags, shops and people to the low thrumming of different songs blending together in an intoxicating amalgamation of rhythms.

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