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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙼)
+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳.
+𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4𝘬
+ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
+ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘣-𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!!, 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦
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“I don’t think you could handle it.”
“Aw, why not? Are you underestimating me because I’m a girl? That’s seriously fucked up!” Jungkook gives the punching bag one more jab before stepping back and exhaling deeply.
You were sitting idly on a bench, arms crossed as you watched Jungkook work through his usual gym schedule. He had a match coming up soon and if he didn’t have any time to hang out with you, you might as well show support by watching him practice.
Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead. He was wearing a loose pair of gym shorts and he had ditched his shirt about an hour ago. As you watch him from the bench, you can’t help admiring your friend. He always had a passion for working out but he didn’t seriously get into boxing until maybe a year and a half ago. He’d grown so much since then. And not just emotionally.
Not only was he more confident but he was fucking built. He had delicious, golden washboard abs that you practically drooled over while watching him exercise. Literally. You could feel your mouth watering as his abdomen tensed and untensed with each punch to the punching bag, sweat dripping down his body, pecks jiggling-
“Ah, don’t put words in my mouth. It’s not because you’re a girl. It’s because, I don’t know, you have absolutely no prior boxing experience?” Jungkook rolls his eyes and unstraps his boxing gloves, an incredulous look on his face. His lips were parted and he was still breathing heavily from the intense workout.
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Euphoria (M)
Jungkook x reader
angst • fluff • smut
established relationship, time travel au
Word count: 6k
At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day.
Part of the Love Yourself collab
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photobooth | knj
Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 12k
Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding
A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.
It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.
That day had practically gone down in history.
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cha eunwoo — material boyfriend !!
stretch you out | knj. & jjk. (m)
banner by the lovely kiri @rkivian !! <33
➵ summary: you have a plan for your crappy, diabolical ex who’s set on ruining your life; making him jealous by snagging a raunchy photo with two hot employees at the gym. what you didn’t have a plan for? befriending the mischievous pair to aid in your revenge and ending up underneath not just one, but both of them.
➵ pairing: gym employee!namjoon x f. reader x gym employee!jungkook
➵ genre: college!au, strangers to friends to lovers!au, porn but with plot :), the dIRTIEst smut, fluff
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 24k
➵ warnings: swearing, toxic masculinity (the ex), heavy making out, sexual tENSION, explicit sexual content, threesome <3, dom!namjoon & jungkook, sub!reader, big dicc!namjoon & jungkook, praising!! with a side of humiliation/degradation, use of slut, breast fondling, dirty talk, size kink cause this features our bIG BEEFY VIRGOS, delicious amounts of teasing, lots of ear-licking/sucking, pussy fondling, pussy-eating, clit play, finger-sucking, oral (m. receiving) x2, spanking, hair-pulling, ball-fondling, deep-throating, face-fucking, fingering, swallowing, unprotected sex (pls be safer!!), begging, roughhh sex, voyuerism, exhibitionism, slight possession kink, facial hehe, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, face-sitting/riding, double penetration, spitting, creampie, aftercare <33
➵ a/n: YAYYY it’s here!! this was supposed to be me namkook september birthday gift but ugh life really got in the way! pls forgive me and enjoy, your feedback means the world to me <3 ALSO thank you endlessly to @rkivian for creating this pretty banner for me!! (pls excuse mistakes i did not have a beta pFT)
“Hobi, you know I’m not gonna do that.”
“C’mon, Y/N, it’s the only solution.”
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that dimple is illegal
Frost Impressions (M) | JJK
Summary: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade.
❄ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
❄ Genre: Teacher AU / Gamer AU / Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers + Best Friends to Lovers + Idiots to Lovers AU / Humor / Tooth-rotting Fluff / Smut / Heavy Pining / Slight Angst
❄ Rating: 18+ / Explicit
❄ Word Count: 41.3k
❄ Chaptered AO3 link in case you don’t want to read the fic all at once or your app crashes: HERE
❄ CW and other tags: Jungkook is disgustingly smitten, Jungkook is a MESS, seriously the second-hand embarrassment that writing this fic gave me deserves it’s own warning, please help Jungkook, swearing, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, Jungkook can’t stop putting his foot in his mouth, disgusting amounts of pining, past bullying/harassment mention, horribly awkward situations, wet dreams, accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, thigh riding, making out, masturbation, Jungkook is lowkey a freak, Jungkook has a sexy teacher kink (nevermind that he IS a teacher), more masturbation, love kink, oral sex (female receiving), sexual fantasies involving inappropriate places to cum, I spell Jungkook “Jeongguk” the entire fic, that’s not a warning I just wanted to make that clear, angry sexual tension, fat cock indeed, waking up from a “nightmare” lmao, footsie =) =) =), some sad angst but it’s really not that bad, just emotional, face riding, protected vaginal sex, mentions of unprotected sex, reader loves creampies lol, a whole lot more love kink, accidental (very minor) injuries, I really can’t stress the ‘love kink’ or second-hand embarrassment enough, I probably forgot a bunch of stuff and I’m sorry, I’m trying to remember everything I wrote, but if you see something not listed, let me know and I’ll tag it <3, but hopefully I got most of everything, anyway this fic is really, really, grossly soft and fluffy, tooth-rotting fluff, really,
❄ A/N: This is my favorite thing I’ve written and my favorite Jungkook that I’ve written, by far, and I’ve written a lot of Jungkook. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Addendum - if you wanted to reblog and leave comments, or just come back to it later, but the app is crashing, I’ve been told that quick-reblogs work.
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#take me here ☹️
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
the singularity theory 01 (m)
➾ 9.4k, yoongi x reader ft taehyung
➾ the singularity theory posits that privilege of anonymity, combined with the element of restricted physical contact, has the ability to foster an emotional intimacy between two strangers that is genuine and non-forced.
➾ summary: in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong.
but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?
➾ warnings: mentions of gloryholes/ use of actual gloryhole (though unintended), mentions of watching porn, male masturbation
➾ a/n: this one’s for anyone currently doing a final year thesis, like i am :”)) i feel your pain but it will all be worth it someday!!! press on, my friends, i’m sending you lots of love!!
01 | 02 | 03 (complete)
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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 jungkook x reader || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 6.6k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 part of the love yourself collab run by yours truly. your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 language, fingering, oral (f receiving), jungkook being an absolute gentlemen in the bedroom and an absolute crackhead everywhere else, riding, protected sex, missionary, pretty vanilla sex, body worship, praising, mid-fuck love declarations, pretty soft honestly
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“You’re trying to tell me the two of you are married?”
You blink at the therapist. “Y-yeah. Yes. We are, indeed, married.”
Jungkook swallows, eyes wide. “Very married.”
Hoseok (he refused to let you call him Mister Jung) narrows his eyes, chin cocked suspiciously. “I don’t buy it. Do you have your documents on hand?”
You choke on spit, heart racing. He knows. “Do you- do we need to- I haven’t-”
The two of you stare in bewilderment as he drops the glare and slaps his knee, throwing his head back with a peak of laughter. “Ah, I’m just messing with you folks, you’re fine.” He calms, letting out a satisfied sigh as he looks back and forth between you. “I like to have fun here,” he reveals, “keep it real. The couples that come to me are going through the roughest times in their relationship, sometimes their whole lives, you know? Anyways, let’s move on. When did the two of you start having problems?”
“It was a dark and stormy Tuesday,” Jungkook divulges in a hushed tone. “I had indigestion because I had eaten three packets of ramen when I normally stick to two, so I was distracting myself with the new game I-”
“Okay, Tarantino,” you break in, “nobody gives a shit.” You turn to Hoseok. “There’s nothing wrong with Jungkook, so you don’t need to bother talking to him. I’m the problem; my mental health is pretty poor and I know I need help.”
The therapist nods slowly. “I appreciate you sharing your opinion, Y/n. However, marriage is a two-way street. In addition, I ask that the two of you refrain from interrupting each other in the future. The two of you deserve to have your say.”
“Yeah, Y/n,” Jungkook jibes, “let me speak! You should listen to your husband!”
Hoseok looks stricken. “Let’s avoid enforcing any gender roles, Jungkook. It’s not constructive or relevant in a marriage.”
Jungkook considers this. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m like, the best husband ever, but I would still absolutely ace the housewife shtick.”
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Premonition (m)
Rated m for fingering, dirty talk, ddlg kink, public sex
Summary: What if you had the power to dictate your future? What if the things you wrote down on paper became reality?
Word Count: 6,980 words
The words on the piece of paper blur together before your eyes, and no matter how hard you try to focus them again, it doesn’t work. Heaving a sigh, you toss your assignment rubric aside and slam the lid of your laptop closed.
The noise attracts the attention of your roommate, Do Yeon, who is sprawled out on her bed working on her own research assignment, and she shoots you a concerned look.
“You alright ____? I haven’t seen you this stressed about an assignment since… well never. What mod is it for?”
“It’s for Creative Writing with Prof Park… ugh I can’t seem to get a single word out without just deleting it all. I’m screwed this time, it’s due in a week!” You thread your hands through your hair in desperation.
Do Yeon let out a mock horrified gasp, “And you always need to have all your assignments written and proof read at least 2 weeks before! You’re dead this time ______.”
You give her an eye roll in response, not bothering to come up with an actual retort.
“You need to relax Y/N ah, you still have a week to go! You should come out tonight with me and the guys from the basketball team, it’ll be really fun I promise!”
You narrow your eyes at her, unfolding your legs from your seat at your desk and joining her on the bed.
“Ya, since when did you get to know guys from the basketball team? Is there something I need to know? Kang Do Yeon, you’d better spill right this instant!” You reach towards her waist with threatening fingers, knowing exactly where her weak spots are.
She squeals in response, wielding her laptop as a shield as she scrambles back on the bed. “It’s nothing, I just met them when I decided to take up a sports elective! There’s nothing to update I promise, unless you count a teeny tiny kiss and hand holding as the start of something…”
It’s your turn to let out a gasp. “Details, now! What’s his name? Major? Does he live in the dorms too?”
“You’ll know everything if you come out with us tonight… maybe we could even find you someone,” Do Yeon says with a saucy wink.
You groan audibly and sit back on your heels. “Yeon-ah you know I don’t like to go out when I have unfinished assignments… where are we even going?”
“It’s a secret, but I promise I’ll tell you everything. You’ll even get to see him in the flesh! C’mon ______, all work and no play makes Jackie a dull boy!”
“It’s Jack,” you grumble under your breath, almost ready to cave in to her pleading. Glancing at the clock on your desk, it reads 8pm. “Alright, if I can get at least 2 pages written before 10, then I’ll come along.”
The following exclamation of triumph is nearly deafening, and you push yourself off her bed before Do Yeon can envelope you in one of her bone crushing hugs.
Situating yourself at your desk again, you plug your earphones in to drown out the sounds of your roommate chattering about plans to someone, probably the mysterious guy, on the phone and try to focus on the five thousand word assignment that lay ahead.
The clatter that sounds in the adjoining bathroom is enough to alert you that it was already almost 10. Blinking wearily and rubbing your eyes, you indulge in a luxurious stretch before saving your work and skimming it briefly. Not bad, almost 2k words in and your plot was developing nicely.
You pull your headphones out and decide to get dressed, heading to your shared closet and giving its contents a critical once over. Do Yeon emerges from the bathroom, already dressed in a crop top and mini skirt combo, putting the final touches on her makeup. Seeing your hesitation, she nudges you aside and selects a hanger from her side of the closet, pulling it out to reveal a glittery black bodycon dress.
Putting two and two together, you take the hanger from her. “So, we’re going to a club tonight?” You surmise, immediately stripping and pulling the dress over your head. It reaches slightly above your mid thigh, a little shorter than you were used to. You release your hair from its bun, causing it to cascade in loose curls over your shoulder as you reach for your foundation compact.
“Yeah, but it’s not just any club, and the company we’re going with is to die for I promise. Did you get your work done?”
“I guess… Prof Park specified a realistic romance this time, and I just don’t want it to be cliché or too cringe worthy, y’know? So far all my protagonist has done is make out with a guy in a club,” you mused grimly. Swiping a little gloss over your lips, you step away from the mirror and gather your essentials for the night into a small purse and slide into your favourite pair of strappy heels.
“Well hopefully that’s what you’ll be doing tonight too…” Her voice trails off when you shoot her a look. “Just forget about it for tonight… I’ll help you proof read it when you’re done, if that makes you feel any better.”
You give her a thankful smile, watching as she locks the dorm room. “Where are we meeting this company that’s ‘to die for’?”
“We’re meeting them there directly. Come on, let’s go.”
“Where are they? Did they ditch us?” You struggle to be heard over the loud bass sounding throughout the dance floor and the mesh of sweaty bodies around you. Do Yeon only shakes her head in response, mumbling something that gets lost in the cheers and hoots when the beat drops yet again. You see her turn around suddenly, and glance up behind her only to see a mint haired boy greeting her with a smirk upon his lips.
Ah, so that must be her mystery guy. Not bad, he had an air of arrogance about him that only seemed to add to his attractiveness, and his milky white skin stood out even in the darkness of the club. You follow his piercing gaze to somewhere behind you, and it registers that the rest of his friends must have arrived as well. Do Yeon’s cheery smile and wave confirms this, and you spin around. Surely enough, there are three others standing behind you, but your eyes are drawn to the tallest of them.
His silver hair is swept off his forehead and styled in place with gel, but his dimples had to be his most defining feature. You faintly recognise him from one of your classes, but he usually dons a pair of wire glasses and wears his hair down then, sporting caps or beanies that allows him to hide his bright hair and blend in with the rest. His gaze pins you in place, and the sexual attraction is undeniable. Suddenly aware of your staring, you immediately shift your gaze to his companions, thankful for the dim lighting of the club.
You catch a glimpse of Do Yeon’s teasing smile from the corner of your eye, and shoot up a desperate prayer that she wouldn’t do anything embarrassing, at least not in front of this handsome not-so stranger. A sudden nudge at your lower back catches you off guard, causing you to stumble straight into his arms. The firmness of his chest against your cheek makes you gasp in mortification.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, did I step on you?” You sputter, all semblance of coherence and calm vanishing at the feeling of his large hands settling on your waist.
A low chuckle emits from his chest, one that you feel more than hear, and it sends shivers down your spine. He brings his plump lips closer to your ear, and you tell yourself that it’s because of the sheer volume of the music in the club that’s playing, not because of anything else.
“Not at all. We’ve met before, haven’t we? In Prof Lee’s psychology class. You’re ____ right?”
It’s an uphill battle with your racing heart as you struggle to get your next words out without your voice trembling. But it’s a relief to finally place the handsome, tall boy.
“Yeah! You looked so familiar, you’re Namjoon right? The one who questioned me continuously for five minutes about my presentation on the spotlight effect.”
He chuckles again, and you suddenly feel like you would do anything if only to hear the rich, melodious sound from him again. You remember him as the studious one in class, always asking questions and raising doubts with whoever was presenting content. It would have been weird to be discussing a presentation whilst in a club with anyone else, but with Namjoon, it feels perfectly normal.
The crowd of people around you are moving along to the beat, but Namjoon and you are relatively calm in the sea of bodies. He pulls you in closer to his chest so that you can stay out of the way of a stray elbow, and you relish the feel of his strong arms around you. The warmth of his lithe body is intoxicating, and before long you find yourself winding your arms around his slim waist as well, leaning your head onto his chest and feeling more secure than you have in a long while.
His proximity serves a dual purpose when he tilts his head down, “I’m glad you came out today, ___. I’ve been wanting to ask you out for ages.
His blunt words shock you, and you glance up at him uncertainly. But his brown eyes are unwavering, and his unbridled honestly brings a flattered smile to your face. You’re unsure of what to reply to such an outright statement. Instead, you reach up to run your fingers through his silvery hair, something you’ve been wanting to do ever since you saw him. Your next move shocks even you, and you’re not sure if it’s Namjoon’s spicy cologne that draws you in or the three shots of liquid courage that Do Yeon forced down your throat earlier on at the bar, but as you reach up to press your lips against his, the bugging question lingering at the back of your mind is finally answered.
His lips are as soft as they look.
The loud blare of your alarm the next morning jolts you out of your sleep, and you awaken with a groan. Fumbling in the sheets around you to locate your phone, an unusual grin makes its way onto your lips when you see the message waiting there, even though it’s only 8am.
Namjoon: Hey I’m really sorry last night got cut short because of Taehyung… but I’d love to see you again. Have dinner with me today?
You allow yourself to stare at his message with a grin on your face for a while longer, before realising that Do Yeon is still asleep and about to miss her morning lecture.
“Ya Kang Do Yeon, it’s 8am, you’re going to be late for Econs!” You flip the covers off the lump in her bed. She whines in response, and you have to physically drag her out of bed and push her into the bathroom before she’s awake.
You’re just typing out a response to his message before Do Yeon’s hung over voice sounds from the attached bathroom.
“So… how’s you and Namjoon? I hope you guys were safe last night.” Her words elicit a blush onto your cheeks, and you quickly exit the app on your phone before you mess up and send something unintelligible.
“We didn’t do anything for your information… he had to go take care of his friend who was drunk off his ass and making a scene. And you didn’t spill about yours like you promised!” Your effort to change the topic succeeds, and there are gargling sounds before Do Yeon replies.
“His name is Yoongi, and he’s majoring in architecture. He’s pretty chill, I kinda like him. Pity last night had to end so soon huh?” She steps out of the bathroom in a manner too calm for someone who’s late for class. Sensing that she’s about to question you about Namjoon once more, you stand and grab her bag from her desk and shove it into her hands, pushing her out the door.
“You don’t have time to waste, you’re late for class! We’ll talk later, bye!” You slam the door in her face, heaving a sigh of relief at her retreating steps.
Pulling up the message on your phone once more, you type out a proper response before setting your phone aside and pulling your laptop towards you to work on your assignment. The moment the word document comes up on your screen, you frown as you glance over your brief attempt at writing, finding it a little too similar to what actually happened.
You brush it aside. People make out in clubs all the time, and this happened to be a coincidence. There was no way you’d predicted meeting Namjoon and making out with him at the club last night. He’d simply lingered in your sub-conscious since you knew him from another class, and it all just ended up on paper. Right?
But every detail, even the silver hair and his black dress shirt paired with dark washed denim jeans ripped at the knee down to the scruffed brown Timberlands were exactly on point. A chill comes over you, and you sit back in disbelief. The faint buzz of alcohol last night may have prevented you from realising anything at the club, but at the very moment, even with the slight pounding headache of a hangover, everything is crystal clear.
No way. Such things only happen in the realm of fiction. Your phone buzzes with an incoming message, and you glance toward it, a flutter of butterflies erupting in your stomach when your eyes scan over Namjoon’s affirmative reply.
It clicks, and there’s only one way to prove your crazy theory wrong. You take a deep breath, and begin typing at your laptop furiously.
The strain of sitting through 2 lectures after a late night out has taken its toll on you, and you tiredly massage your shoulders while balancing your laptop in one arm. You rotate your shoulders and sigh in relief, your thoughts flashing back to your assignment that you’d slaved over that morning. Finishing the dinner date that was about to happen left you about a thousand words from the limit, but you can’t decide if your newly discovered ‘power’ is an advantage or not. What’s the fun in being able to predict everything, leaving nothing to chance? Variety is the spice of life, the more rational part of your mind argues. It’s as if you are dictating someone else’s thoughts and actions, and it feels wrong. A rush of nerves floods your chest as you glance at your watch, standing outside the café you and Namjoon had agreed to meet at earlier.
He was late, just as you had written him to be.
Telling yourself firmly that it was another coincidence, you push open the glass doors of the café, deciding to get a table first. Situating yourself in a cozy corner, you close your eyes briefly and try to fight the tendrils of fatigue tempting you to call off the date and snuggle in your bed back at your dorm.
Before long, there are footsteps coming toward your table in the relatively quiet café, and the drag of a chair against the floor alerts you to his presence. You keep your eyes closed for a moment longer. Maroon shirt, black snapback and black ripped jeans. You pray that you’re both right and wrong.
“Do I put you to sleep already? Am I that boring?” His timbre voice sounds from directly in front of you, and you can’t avoid the moment any longer. Opening your eyes, they immediately land on his, taking in the silver blob of hair poking out from his black snapback positioned backwards on his head. His smile is broad, and it makes the corner of his eyes crinkle in the most adorable way, but you can’t focus on that right now. Especially when you see his maroon shirt with sleeves that cut off at just the right length, exposing his toned biceps.
You’re shell shocked and tongue tied, and it doesn’t help when Namjoon engulfs one of your hands in his in concern.
“____, are you okay?”
His words bring you back to the situation at hand, and you blink rapidly to focus again.
“Yyeah, just tired from a long day. How was yours?” You manage a smile as he runs his thumb across your palm soothingly.
He launches into a description of his classes for the day, and you’re happy to settle in and listen to him speak so passionately about his major. A waiter brings the menu to your table, and you open it, scanning down the dinner items briefly. Deciding to test things out once more, you glance back up at him.
“How do you feel about the bacon and mushroom truffle cream pasta?”
His eyes widen comically in disbelief, “I’ve been craving that ever since I woke up this morning. It’s like you read my mind or something.
The uncomfortable semi truth in his words makes your heart skip a beat, and you laugh it off. “Really? Nah, it’s only because I was craving the exact same thing,” you lie, passing the menu back to the waiter after placing your order.
“You look beautiful today by the way.” His sudden compliment surprises you; you hadn’t written that into his speech. Maybe there were some things you couldn’t predict, and a sense of relief threatens to overwhelm you.
“Namjoon, can I ask you something? You’re majoring in psychology right?” You continue on at his answering nod. “Is there a theory or something where um, a person is able to predict future events of their lives? Like they can tell the immediate future, kinda like premonition?”
Your cheeks heat up once your words are out. His nose wrinkles a little in the most attractive way as he seriously considers your question, and you appreciate that he doesn’t immediately burst out in laughter at your question.
“Hmmm there is something called correlation and prediction, but that’s more to do with data collection. I don’t think you meant that right? There’s also something called the schemata theory, which has to deal with the way an individual’s preconceived notions and beliefs affect the way they interpret new situations and knowledge. But that’s not really it either…” His voice trails off apologetically as he meets your eyes again. “Why do you ask, though?”
You smile at his genuine attempt to answer you, and pat his hand gently on the tabletop.
“Hmmm nothing, it’s just a thought I had while brainstorming for my creative writing minor I’m taking.” It’s not exactly the truth, but you’re not sure how he would react to the idea of you dictating his every action, so you decide that this has to be the most you can divulge.
“Damn, your mind never stops working, does it? You’re out on a date with me and all you can think about is school.”
You’re about to accuse him of doing the exact same thing, but his smirk tells you that he’s only teasing. You roll your eyes, “Excuse me, who said this was a date? Are we officially dating without my consent now?”
“We have been ever since you eye fucked me at the club last night. It would have ended differently had Taehyung not messed things up.” He licks his lips, and his gaze is almost predatory as it drops from your eyes to your own lips. The sight of his tongue sends naughty thoughts coursing through your mind, and you wonder just how good he is with it.
His boldness is unpredicted, and so are his chuckles as he reaches up to remove his snapback, running his fingers through his silver platinum hair the exact same way that you did last night. You’re unable to look away from his long, slim fingers, and suddenly you wonder how they would feel like inside you. That thought causes heat to flare in your lower belly, and you clench your thighs together, thankful that he can’t see it from his seat.
You’re caught between trying to meet his smoldering gaze and wondering where the limits of your predictive ability lie, since there were several things that didn’t go as planned. You’d intentionally written the night to end in a rather PG rated way, since you couldn’t exactly turn in erotica for 40% of your grade. Prof Park might be open minded, like most of the arts faculty, but it was still a risk you were unwilling to take. The thought disappoints you a little, but your thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of your food. Despite yourself, you reach for your phone and send a text to Do Yeon just in case.
Our room might be otherwise occupied tonight. Come back at your own risk.
The night air is serene and there is a comfortable silence between you and Namjoon as the both of you stroll leisurely back towards the dorms. You’re again reminded of just how tall he is when you barely reach up to his shoulder, and you’re just waiting from him to grab your hand when you feel his warmth as he interlaces his fingers with yours.
You squeeze his fingers a little in response, and the question he asks next is one that you remember writing into his dialogue, so you already have a response at the tip of your tongue.
“I can’t believe you almost didn’t recognise me at the club yesterday. Even after almost half a semester together, am I really that forgettable?” He feigns a hurt tone, and you reach up to poke him in one of his dimples.
“You’re always wearing a snapback or a beanie so your hair is hidden… and I usually sit at the front row too.”
“Noted. Ditch the headgear. And I’ll start sitting at the front row from the next lecture onwards, so save me a seat.” A wry grin makes its way onto your face at his inner dork.
He walks you all the way back to just outside your door, and your heart is in your throat as you try to stall for time, fishing around for your keys in your bag for as long as possible.
“Do you have a black hole in there or something?” His playful question lets you know that you’re out of time, and you sigh mentally before pulling them out and unlocking your door. You’re just about to step inside when he stops you with a hand on your wrist, and your heart skips a beat, though you try to conceal it as best as you can as you slowly turn around.
But he doesn’t ask for an invite in, neither does he push you against the door in a heated kiss like you hope. Instead he does exactly as you’d written him, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead and muttering a soft goodnight. The feeling of his lean body reminds you of the previous night in the club, and all you want to do is grab him by the collar and pull him inside and straddle him on the bed. It’s all you can do to keep the disappointment from showing on your face as you wish him in return, and gently close the door.
You immediately head towards the drawer by your bedside, withdrawing your little orange vibrator and it’s a long, heated night filled with images of his wet tongue and and glimpses of silver hair between your legs, but you’re nowhere close to satisfied by the end of it.
The next few days pass in a blur, and your progress on your assignment is at a standstill. It’s more than just a simple writer’s block, and you’re at a loss of how to end your protagonist’s romance without effectively ending yours as well. The thought of having to relive whatever scenario you write next dampens your mood somewhat, and you begin to curse whatever deity who had bestowed this ‘power’ upon you. Suddenly, being able to dictate your future doesn’t seem all that appealing anymore, and the weight of your unwritten words weigh heavily upon your shoulders.
Do Yeon offers to proof read whatever you have up to this point and give tips on how to continue, but you reject her offer vehemently. It feels much too private to let anyone but yourself be privy to, and you almost consider scrapping the whole assignment and starting from scratch again. But the deadline looms in less than a day, and you have no idea what rewriting your assignment would mean for your relationship with Namjoon.
So you have no choice but to soldier on. You pick up your rubric again, and slowly tick off every element that Prof Park mentioned he’d be looking out for. All but one item remains to be checked off: Creativity and originality. There is nothing that original so far, but a thousand words is enough to change that, with a drastic twist. You decide that the only way to achieve that is for your main characters to break up, contrary to the romance theme.
Not everything happened accordingly the last time at dinner, and it’s all you can hope for as you dredge up your muse and craft an argument to split the couple up, ticking off the last box on your list as you go.
Your calves are burning as you hurry in the direction of your psychology lecture after turning in your paper. Your vision is bleary from staying up half the night to finish your assignment, and as a result you almost miss the silver head in the front row.
You plop down beside Namjoon and he turns to look at you.
“What happened to saving me a seat? Whoa wait, let me guess, late night?” He asks as he takes in the dark circles around your eyes and your messy hair thrown in a bun.
“Yeah, pretty much. Was rushing an assignment for another class.” It’s the first time you’ve seen him ever since the previous night, and a sudden blush blooms across your cheeks as you recall your pathetic attempts at satiating your need. Thankfully, before he can ask any questions, the professor begins the lecture, and a hush of silence falls upon the entire lecture theatre.
The professor leaves you all with a partner project regarding behavioural studies, and Namjoon turns to you, using an index finger to push his glasses back in place. “What do you think of working on cognitive dissonance for our project?”
You’re distracted by his long, slender fingers again, but the flurry of students packing and leaving around the two of you buys you some time to answer him. “Yeah, sure. Let’s meet in the library later to get started.”
The walk to your next class just so happens to share the same route as Namjoon’s, and along the way he’s chatting your ear off on possible references and angles to take on your research project. But you only hear half of what he’s saying as you try to agree with everything, not wanting to tempt fate or whatever mysterious forces at work by disagreeing and signalling the start of an argument.
“Did you think of me after I left that night?” His sudden question has no link whatsoever to his previous topics, and you stop in your tracks, causing a few other students to nearly crash into you.
“Wait what? I thought we were discussing our project.” Your deer in the headlights look is much too telling, and your curse your inability to put on a proper poker face.
“I thought about you for the rest of the night, babygirl.” His blatant statement, along with his neutral expression, as if he were discussing the weather, causes a rush of arousal to slam into you, and you’re speechless as a result. Trust Namjoon to go from nerdy, studious dork to unabashed sex god in a span of less than a few minutes.
Your floundering doesn’t affect him in the least, and he only smirks at your lack of a response.
“Don’t forget, babygirl. 3pm in the library.”
You spend the rest of the day highly aware of the dampness in your panties. Your sexual escapades weren’t much to boast of other than a few bouts of vanilla sex with several exes, but Namjoon’s newly coined nickname for you ignites a heat in your lower belly, and you curse at the thought of having to endure your meeting with him in the library before you can head back and have another session with your vibrator.
3pm comes all too soon by the time you finish your last class and head for the library, both dread and excitement warring inside of you. The more you hang out with Namjoon, the higher the chance of things turning out the way you wrote them to be, so logically, you should end things with him as soon as possible and there might be a slim chance of you remaining friends.
But you were never a logical person at heart.
The library is almost empty, with mid terms just over and you claim a study pod the very back near the psychology section with your belongings. You decide to get a headstart and pick out some of the references he’d mentioned earlier, sending Namjoon a brief text to let him know you’re already here.
By the time he arrives, your cosy study pod is already piled high with books, and you’re so immersed in your research that you don’t realise he’s here until he slides into the seat next to you. The proximity of his jean clad thigh next to your own bare one throws you off focus, and you have to read the same sentence three times before finally grasping its meaning.
Wanting to get your meeting with him over and done with as fast as possible, you shift away a little to regain your focus and keep your eyes fixed on the text in front of you. “The references you stated earlier don’t really fit the angle we’re going for, I think we should- why is it so dark in here?”
“Oh. I drew the privacy screen when I came in. There were a couple of consultations going on outside and I didn’t want us to be interrupted.” Namjoon pulls off his hoodie as he speaks, leaving him in just a thin white shirt that makes you swallow hard. His double entendre, along with being alone with him in such a small, enclosed space reignites your arousal, but he seems totally unaffected. “What were you saying earlier?”
“Um, it’s just that uh, I think we should change our topic, since Prof already lectured quite a bit on it today. It wouldn’t be very impressive if we just copy all his references.” Your voice trembles at the start of your sentence, but you manage to regain your composure by flipping to the notes you’d copiously taken earlier that morning.
Namjoon frowns in disagreement, “But if we can put a new spin to whatever Prof mentioned and convince him that we’re right, it’ll be more than enough. Isn’t that what you did for your last presentation?”
“Yes but that was a brief presentation, this is an essay assignment. I’m not so sure how effectively we can go against years of research done by renowned scientists and still sound reasonable.” Your voice is raised now, eliciting a few hushes from outside and that’s when you realise the pod isn’t soundproof. Your heart sinks as you’re suddenly aware of the escalating argument, seeing as neither of you are the type to give in when it comes to academics. You decide to take the passive aggressive approach and pacify him.
Lowering your voice, you stand slightly and grab your laptop that’s sitting right in front of him, having prepared a few other theses to persuade him to change your essay topic. “Maybe we could work on these instead, I’ve already-“
“You’re so wet that I can smell you from here.”
And there he goes again with his out of the blue sexual comments that affect you way more than they should. Your frustration with him has reached a peak and you consider throwing one of these heavy tomes of research books at his smug little head, but considering you’re in a library, it doesn’t seem like it’ll go well.
“Shall we see if you’re as wet as I think you are?” His hand crawls up your inner thigh, causing the hem of your skirt to rise higher and higher. You open your mouth to protest, but he silences you with a hand cupped over your core. “What a naughty girl you are, so wet for me, in the library too…”
“I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to be a good girl for me and answer them truthfully. Or else I’ll put you over my lap and spank you so hard the entire library will hear.” His voice is calm and collected, as if he’s still discussing your project, but there’s an edge to it that makes you nod in reply.
“Did you touch yourself after I left that night?”
“Yes.” Your voice is small and meek, but you admit to it nonetheless. Namjoon smiles in satisfaction, and dips his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers seeking out your clit. He rewards you with three swift, quick strokes, and you whine in protest as his fingers still again.
“Did you want me to come inside and fuck you till you forgot your own name?”
“Yes,” it comes out in a gasp, and his fingers dip down toward your entrance enticingly, gathering the evidence of your arousal and glossing it over your sensitive bud with his coated fingers.
“What do you want me to do to you babygirl? Use your words.” The nickname has you squirming in your seat, trying to angle his fingers to where you need them the most.
“I want to feel you inside me. I need you to make me cum,” your eyes lock onto his own lust filled ones, pupils blown wide, and you realise that you’re not the only one who has been spending the entire day in low key arousal after all.
His long fingers surge into you, and you’re so wet that he slides right in. The resulting noise that echoes in the study pod is positively filthy, but the delicious stretch distracts you and you thrust your hips up towards his hand. His tongue traces the shell of your ear, and you turn towards him, desperate for more friction, for more of his touch, for him in his entirety.
His lips meet yours in a heated kiss, and you moan into his mouth when he grinds his palm onto your clit, and you tighten around him.
“Fuck babygirl, you’re so tight.”
The thrusting of his digits accompanied by the swirling of his thumb around your clit makes the heated coil in your belly tighten even more, and the white hot pleasure has you gasping for air, writhing under his touch. With each stroke of his talented fingers, Namjoon brings you closer and closer to the edge, and towards an orgasm better than any that you’ve ever had with your vibrator or even your previous exes. He seeks out the spot within you that makes you grasp onto his shoulders and bite your lip in an attempt to hold back the sounds of your ecstasy.
You angle your body toward him so that he can reach deeper inside your slick cunt, and one of your hands makes its way up his thigh toward the tent of his jeans. You fumble at the zipper for a few seconds before grasping his steel length from the opening of his pants, and swiping your thumb across the engorged, red head weeping with precum. He mumbles a curse under his breath and you’re delighted to be able to have such an effect on him, but at that moment, his fingers dance over that spot once more, and combined with the consistent pressure against your nub, hurtles you off the edge. You’re too consumed in the feeling of bliss that spreads from your core all the way down to your toes that you slacken your grip on his cock.
Namjoon helps you through your orgasm by giving you a few more thrusts with his fingers, before withdrawing them entirely and you watch with hooded eyes as he licks your essence off each finger individually.
“Take your panties off and straddle me.” His commanding voice has you sitting up and pulling off your white cotton panties off with one hand, and he snatches the garment from you, tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans.
“White hmmm? You’re pretending to be so innocent but here you are, fucking me in a study pod in the library,” his baritone voice and filthy words send shivers down your spine, and he reaches for your waist and helps you to situate yourself over him. His grip prevents you from sinking down onto his cock, and you whine when the tip of him grazes against your still sensitive clit.
“Please,” you rotate your hips helplessly over him, trying to angle yourself just so that he can slip in.
“Please what babygirl?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Say that we can keep this topic for our essay, and then I’ll pound you so good, _____.”
“What?? Namjoon I swear-“
“Come on _____, you’re just one word away from another mindblowing orgasm,” he grinds the head of his cock into your slit, and you try your best to force your weight down on him, but his wiry strength keeps you in place and you almost sob in frustration.
“Cocky bastard, who said I enjoyed the last one?”
“I think the scratches on my shoulder and your bleeding lip might attest to just how much,” He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and you can feel him sucking a bruise into your skin.
You’re so wet at this point that you’re practically dripping onto him, and the feeling of his tongue laving over your sweaty skin is more than you can bear.
“Ok we can keep it so just fuck me already!”
His grip on you loosens at once and he slides in to the hilt, and the sensation of being stretched so wide leaves you breathless and gasping for air. For once, Namjoon’s just as affected as you, as he throws his head back against the headrest, digging his fingers into your thighs so hard that you can already feel bruises forming.
The feeling of your heat gripping him tightly has him panting in your ear, and you realise that he’s just been hiding his arousal all this while. Feeling a sudden rush of empowerment, you tighten your muscles around him, causing his thighs to tense into steel beneath you.
“Fuck, why are you so tight? You’re dripping wet on my cock, do you want to cum?” His penchant for dirty words only fans the flames of your orgasm, and you forget entirely about teasing him.
You place a hand against his chest as he bounces you on top of him, and every stroke fills you perfectly to the brim. He reaches down to roughly stroke your clit again, and his hips surge into yours repeatedly. Namjoon’s harsh, staccato breaths alert you of his nearing climax, and you bring your lips to his ear.
“I want to feel you cum inside me, can you cum for me Daddy?” He lets out a deep growl in response, and his hips start to stutter, thrusts becoming sloppy as he nears his orgasm. He gives one last flick to your clit, and the tension in your core is released, and you clamp your walls down around his pulsing length.
White hot bliss erupts from behind your tightly shut eyelids, and beneath you, Namjoon gives a few more sharp thrusts before painting your walls with his hot cum, and you relish the warmth as you slouch in his arms.
“That was an interesting method of conflict resolution,” you say as you climb off his lap, feeling some of his cum leak out onto your inner thighs. “Can I have my underwear back now?”
“I didn’t know how else to make Miss Top Student shut up. And it worked, didn’t it?” He tucks himself back into his pants, but makes no move to return your panties.
You roll your eyes in exasperation, tugging your skirt back into place and standing up so you wouldn’t stain the seat. “If you think you won, then you’re so wrong. But I guess it’s a lot better than the other alternative I imagined. Panties, now.”
“I like the thought of you walking out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs.”
You punch him on the shoulder for his lewd comment, but by now you’re already used to them. He follows your cue as you gather your things, holding the door of the pod open for you.
“What other alternative were you thinking of?”
“Well, let’s just say it was a premonition.”
A/N: Thank you so much for reading!!! I hope you liked my twist on the overly done college AU. Hopefully it wasn’t too confusing? I’ll leave the actual details of how her premonition works and all that ambiguous, but let’s just say that small details can be predicted, but bigger ones are sort of undetermined.
A HUGE THANK YOU to @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts for kindly offering to beta for me!!
I’ve also posted this over at my side blog, @btsmutimagines so yeah haha.
I would love to hear your feedback ♡
Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
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➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
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please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!
➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
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strawberry kisses | jjk sm au
🖇 synopsis:
– an online dating app pairs him with the perfect girl. the two quickly start falling for each other and when things are getting good, he finds out she’s his best friend’s little sister.
pairing: rapper!jeongguk x photographer!reader
side ships: vmin, yoongi x oc, minjoon, hoseok x oc.
genre: smut, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst
status: ongoing
updates: everyday.
A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. please be very vocal abt ur thoughts, good and bad! it gives me motivation to continue!! if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask!
parts:
prologue
character profiles: guk and friends
character profiles: yn and friends
part one: secret boyfriend
part two: dirty dr seuss
part three: fuckinf asshole
part four: catfish
part five: cash, grass or ass
part six: clapping those cheeks
part seven: slumped
part eight: amongst other things
part nine: he’s edging you
part ten: answer my text
part eleven: a problem
time jump: sleazy guys
time jump: still not serious??
time jump: haven’t met him
part twelve: does not sound like a guy
part thirteen: you’re not mad, right?
time jump: sleepy
time jump: shut the door
part fourteen: good luck kiss
part fifteen: been a good girl
bonus: seriously, dude???
part sixteen: first date
part seventeen: boyfriend
part eighteen: dry hump
part nineteen: wanna come over???
part twenty: first time
part twenty-one: like ice cream
part twenty-two: new yoongi
part twenty-two: she looked cute
bonus: let’s see her
part twenty-three: tall, dark and handsome
part twenty-four: maybe jimin??
part twenty-five: different this time
part twenty-six: mastermind
nice guys finish last | m
synopsis. you thought you were over yoongi’s dick move of ending your engagement through his parents - not even a text when he disappeared out of your life. that’s why you agreed to the newly arranged marriage with his brother, namjoon, but on the brink of your wedding day, it becomes apparent that you haven’t really let go of the past as you tear up in front of your soon-to-be husband at the back room of the church.
◟alternatively, “we entered into this marriage for a mutual reason. not dreading to come home is more than i can ask for. so it’s okay if you want to see yoongi just… keep out of the spotlight like many in our shoes who found love outside of it have.”
pairings. husband!ceo!namjoon x doctor!reader x ex-fiance!producer!yoongi
genre. arraged marriage au. angst. fluff. smut.
word. 16.2k
content: age gap factor (namjoon is 5 years older than oc and yoongi is 7 years older than oc). pining. teasing. hoseok cockblocking.
warning(s): heavy adult content. mentions of cheating. hospital scenes.
verse. knj. ksj. myg. kth. pjm. jjk. jhs. story time.
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“i don’t want to marry you at all. the person i love is someone else.” there are tears brimming in your eyes but if there’s anything the years of etiquette class namjoon’s parents forced on him taught him - he’d say he turned out okay - it’s to not mention to the crying lady that she’s crying. but he can’t help stare a little longer. admire a little too much.
the rays flooding through the window paired with the prettiest ivory dress he’s seen you in gives you an iridescent halo. you look like an angel descended from the top most heavens.
but not for him.
“i know,” he lets out a drawn out sigh, hand on his neck. he’s always been the awkward one between the two. if it was him - if it was his brother, he would say it without any ounce of self-reproach. but then again what does namjoon have to be sorry for? for being born? for being the second choice son to step into his brother’s shoes when the aforementioned man threatened to disown the family name if their parents refused to let him marry a girl of his choice who, according to the workers’ gossip, ‘he suddenly woke up one day and decided he was in love with’?
“it’s yoongi, isn’t it? you love yoongi.”
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Kneel.
Word Count: 3.5k
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Established Relationship AU, smut (pwp)
Warnings: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, daddy kink, bondage, blindfolding, thigh-riding, gagging, hair-pulling, choking, degradation, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, pussy-slapping, crying, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare, probably too many pet names
Rating: 18+
Summary: You should have known better. It wasn’t your place to keep disobeying him, but you just kept insisting, didn’t you?
A/N: I literally wrote this entire thing yesterday fuelled only by thirst and the need to prove to myself and my wife @wwilloww that I can in fact write an entire pwp in one night. I hope it incites the same feelings in you as it did to me when I was writing it fhlkdfghd
Also this is entirely a certain someone’s fault that this exists, you know who you are.
Tagging: @moonmintrails @dee-ehn @ezralia-writes @thatlongspringnight
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