I Dont Mind. Jjk (m) Part One.

i dont mind. jjk (m) part one.

part two. pairing: rockstar!Jungkook x reader genre: band!au, strangers to lovers, lots of fluff, smut, future angst warnings: overstimulation, he spits in your mouth yum(jungkook has a thing for spit ok), multiple orgasms, oral, face sitting, fingering, its sweet & playful okay word count: 21k+ summary: What do you do when a cute boy barges into your car and demands you floor it because he’s being chased by security? Well, you floor it of course, and somehow manage to fall for him because of it. author’s note: I’ve been writing this for ages whenever i’d get a minute to spare but its here and will be two parts!! plsplspls give it a read and drop some feedback or a reblog. please listen to I Don’t Mind by Defeater, that song it the reason I wrote this lmfao. 

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I've written this ask like 10 times but it never makes any sense as much as it makes in my head but here goes nothing: how would 🌺jk react to y/n switching shampoo or bodywash (bc if he's sensitive to smell like jk is that'd be fun to know). I am sensitive to smell myself and if I wash my own hair with different shampoo it bothers me to no end to constanly smell it and knowing the tf couple dynamics i feel like this would be hilarious. -🇫🇮

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship

word count: 700+

a/n: i think it turned out cuter than “hilarious” kslañks. but i enjoyed this concept so muchhh, thank you for bringing it up to me hahah. so uh, yeah, i wrote a drabble lol. i hope you enjoy!

“Shower’s all yours” you announced, untangling your wet hair with one of your hands as you made your way into your shared bedroom.

Receiving a small, absent-minded nod from your boyfriend, who seemed to be way too into whatever he was looking at on his phone as he lied on the bed to fully acknowledge your presence, you tightened your hold on the towel you had wrapped around your figure one minute ago — knowing you had done your part by letting him know, and deciding to just leave it at that before you went over to your wardrobe instead.

And although both your voice and presence hadn’t managed to catch his attention, something else surely did.

Unconsciously sniffing around a couple of times as his eyes still remained fixed on his phone, he ended up putting it down, looking around with knitted eyebrows as his sniffs became loud enough to catch your attention.

“Allergies?” you wondered, back facing him while you looked for something comfortable to wear indoors that day.

He shook his head no, well aware of the fact that you could not see him doing so. “That smell...”

“What smell?” your eyebrows furrowed. “Maybe Tigger—”

“It’s not that” he denied before you could even begin to blame the puppy of yours that wasn’t even in the room.

“Then?” you pushed it, smiling to yourself when you found the perfect sweatshirt for that day.

Not saying another word, Jeongguk stood up from the bed, following the source of the sweet smell invading his nostrils until he reached you. Jumping up at his sudden touch after his hands were placed on each side of your waist, you let out a breathy laugh when his head was lowered just enough for his nose to bump against the crown of your head.

“Yah!” you called him out with a giggle, placing the sweatshirt back on its place as you failed to turn fully around so you would be facing him instead. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Coconut?” he answered your question by making another one.

Although confused for a moment, you then realised he was talking about your new shampoo. And you couldn’t help but be amazed yet again by how good he was when it came to telling smells apart.

“Does it bother you?” you asked, being well aware of how sensitive he could be to it. “Because I’ve got a whole new bottle of it that I won’t just throw away, so you’ll just have to suck it up”.

“Yah,” he pinched your sides at your teasing words, slumping his chin down on your bare shoulder. “You’d really choose your shampoo over my well-being?”

“Mm…” you puckered your lips as you pretended to be deep in thought.

“Unbelievable”.

Throwing your head back as you let a throaty laugh escape your mouth, your head pressed to his chest — deciding to leave it there for a few seconds, and allowing him to wrap his arms around your figure before you pressed a brief kiss to his cheek.

“Does it really bother you, bun?” you asked again, seriously this time.

Jeongguk shook his head no, nuzzling the crook of your neck and pressing his lips on it. “I love it. Could get used to it”.

You smiled at that, enjoying the tickling touch of his nose on your skin. “Good”.

Counting on him to let go of you after having found out where the source of said new smell was coming from, you took in your hands once again the sweatshirt you had decided to wear moments ago. However, when you tried to reach for a pair of shorts as well and you felt him pull away from your neck, only for his nose to once more rest against your head —more precisely, your still wet hair—, you realised he had no plans of letting go of you anytime soon.

“Bunny?” you called him.

“Mm?” he hummed, letting go of your waist, only to place his arms over your shoulders and loosely around your neck.

“Will you let me change now?” you couldn’t hide your amusement.

“Oh,” his lips turned into a pout. “Right”.

No longer being under his touch as he now stood a decent distance away from you, you managed to stand on the tip of your toes as you looked for your favourite bra. “And make sure to turn around when I do” you teased him.

He smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he rested against the wall. “Do I even have to anymore?”

When the black piece of lace he was quite familiar with by now collided against his face, he knew what the answer to his rather cocky question was.

Certain Things (m) | myg

original photo by snowmari on picsart

summary- you were in love with min yoongi, because he was a good person. You never thought he’d feel the same. F2l

rating- explicit 18+

word count- 5869

pairing- yoongi x reader

genre- fluff, smut

Warnings - oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, daddy kink, slight rough sex

Title inspired by Certain Things by James Arthur. <3

You did not fall in love with Min Yoongi because he was the dreamiest man you’d ever laid eyes on. 

You did not fall in love with Min Yoongi because he was skilled in just about everything 

You did not fall in love with him because of the way his body moved when he danced, almost like telling a story. 

It wasn’t the way he remembered your coffee order or the way he stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating. It wasn’t the look of concern in his eyes when you had a rough day. It wasn’t the way he could (almost) always tell what you were thinking. 

No. 

You fell in love with Min Yoongi because he was a genuinely good person. The kind of person who made you want to be better too. 

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idk you yet | myg

Summary- Yoongi was enamoured by the quiet girl who sat in the corner of his coffee shop every morning. word count- 1.5k pairing- yoongi x reader genre- fluff Warnings- a little angst? a/n: for my lovely @excusemin​ ; weirdly in third person, idk what i was doing lol Based on “IDK You Yet” by Alexander23

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Twelve Years

Summary: Best friends make the best lovers. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Light fluff, allusions to sex

Word Count: 1072

“Honestly, it’s not even that big of a deal, you can hardly see it.” Taehyung lied, grinning like the piece of shit he was.

“It’s a giant effing hickey on my neck, of course you can see it!” You hissed, grabbing your shirt off the floor.

“Well at least your shirt covers the ones on your boobs,” he replied nonchalantly, “silver lining.”

“This isn’t funny, Tae!” You snapped, pawing at your neck. “My parents are out there and this is meant to be a family friendly function.”

“Well you should have thought about that before wearing such a cute little skirt.” He groaned as you slid said skirt over your hips, tucking in your shirt. “Your ass was just begging me to spank it.”

You turned to roll your eyes at him, “I’ve worn this skirt millions of times but you’ve never forced me into the bathroom before.”

“That’s because I was still very firmly in the friend zone,” Taehyung smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in the crook of your neck, “I’m so glad to be out of there, it was so dark and lonely.” His teeth sinking into the skin just below your ear had you hissing and pulling away.

“I swear, if you put another hickey on my body I’ll send you flying so fast back into the friend zone you won’t even know what hit you.”

“Well that’s not fair,” Taehyung pouted, “now that you know what my dick feels like there’s no way you’d be able to follow through on that threat.”

You spluttered, blushing hotly because he was so freaking right and he damn well knew it. He didn’t get to be your best friend of 15 years for nothing. “Seriously, stop. No one knows about us yet. I don’t even really know about us. We haven’t exactly talked about the ‘terms and conditions’ of this thing yet.”

“Really?” He frowned, eyebrow rising, “You’re gonna let your best friend bone you repeatedly and still act like you’re not dating?”

“Well we haven’t discussed it!” You blushed.

“OK, so let’s discuss it.” He said, leaning back against the counter and pulling your body into his. “I don’t just sleep with anyone, you know? And considering that we’ve been best friends for the better half of our lives, wouldn’t you think that this meant more to me than just a few opportunities to get lucky? Come on, Y/n, your friendship means everything to me…why would I throw that all away if this didn’t mean something more to me? I wouldn’t risk losing you as my friend over something so trivial.”

Your heart fluttered like the pathetic floosy she is. If someone had asked you 6 months ago if you’d start a romantic relationship with your platonic best friend you would have laughed in their face. Though Taehyung was always handsome, you’d never seen him as anything more than a friend until that night you’d caught him tending to the wing of a tiny injured chickadee in the garden.

Once he’d released the tiny white bird you’d asked him what he was doing and after jumping and cursing you for scaring him he’d flushed so deeply you were startled by the increased beating of your heart at his embarrassment. Had he always been this cute? When did his eyes get so brown? Was there always a little tiny freckle on his bottom lip and when had you decided you wanted to kiss it?

“Well,” You mumbled absently, eyes trailing back to his lips as the memory faded, “I suppose not.” Playing with the collar of his shirt you looked up at him. His eyes were soft, so soft, and he was peering down at you through his eyelashes.

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?” He grinned and you scoffed, though you couldn’t help the quirk of your own lips.

“Go ahead, then.”

“I’m in love with you,” He said simply, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “like, the super gross, mushy kind. I wanna date you and marry you and someday make babies with you kind.”

You blushed furiously, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip.  “And how long have you known you were in love with the patient?” You said and Taehyung smirked.

“Oh, are you a therapist now?” You hummed in acknowledgement and he continued, “well, doctor, I can remember the first time I realized pretty vividly that I liked her as way more than a friend. She was dressed in a pretty pink dress, all ready to do her dance recital with her dance partner, Jimin, a scrappy guy who ended up being her boyfriend for 4 of the longest years of my life. She danced beautifully. It’s not even that she was graceful because, trust me, she wasn’t,” you slapped his chest, laughing, “but she just danced with so much conviction. She was really trying her best and I’d never seen anything so beautiful.”

“I was 15 at that dance recital.” You whispered.

“Yeah.” He murmured softly in return. Twelve years. He’d waited twelve long years to tell you how he really felt about you.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.” You frowned.

“Does that mean the wait is over?” He asked softly and you smiled, nodding.

“The wait is over.”

“It was worth it.” He whispered, kissing you softly. Threading your fingers through his hair, you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled back, resting his forehead against your own.

“I love you too.” You sighed, tilting your head up for one more quick kiss. “So does that mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?”

“You could have been calling me that for year’s sweetheart,” at your frown he grinned, winking, “but yes, that’s definitely what it means.”

“Well,” you sighed, pulling away and smoothing down your clothing, “we should probably go back to the party. My parents will be wondering where we’ve been and with this bear sized hickey on my neck, now they’ll know.”

“Maybe you should pull down your shirt a little, that way they’ll really know.” He said. You laughed, reaching back to smack his stomach before unlocking the door and lacing your fingers through his.

“Come on, lover boy.”

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I wrote a thing. Just a little thing while I keep writing chapters for my different series. Please let me know what you think loves!

Copyright © 2018  by taeken-my-heart (Nora). All rights reserved.

Mine -

Kim Taehyung

A Soft One Shot based on a lovely dream I had about him confirming your relationship to the public.

There was an incessant sighing coming from the pile of blankets beside you. You knew there was nothing really wrong, Taehyung just had a tendency to be overly dramatic and pouty when he was irritated. 

A dark mop of hair and long fingers scrolling through his phone were the only visible part of him peeking out from his hiding spot under the duvet. You couldn't see his face but didn't need to, to know he was frowning. 

Turning over abruptly he tossed the device onto the bedside table with a thud and pulled the blankets fully over himself. 

"Baby, is there something you'd like to talk about? I'm getting the feeling something's on your mind." 

The pile of boyfriend beside you groaned, his mood was definitely going to need an intervention. 

Setting your book down you slid closer and began the arduous task of burrowing into his cocoon. 

"Tae," you nuzzled into the nape of his neck leaving little kisses. "Gucci Bear," you giggled. "Love of my life, are you going to tell me what's wrong."

He pulled the covers down and reached for his phone handing it to you. 

"Dispatch? Since when are you concerned about a gossip column?" 

"Read it" He rolled over propping himself on his elbow to watch while you scanned the article. 

Meet the mystery BTS girlfriend that's been hiding in plain sight for months!

Below the headline was an Incheon arrival picture from a few weeks prior. Seven boys, the security team and you. 

"This isn't really new, we know they've been digging around. Why is it bothering you so much?"

He motioned back to the phone, "Keep reading." 

The mystery woman is being passed off as BigHit staff. However, our sources say she is the companion of one of the Idols. 

We've brought in a body language expert to analyze the arrival and the findings are very telling. 

According to our expert, this mystery lady and Jeon Jungkook are radiating sexual tension! The two are always side by side and he watches over her protectively in crowded situations. If you look at the picture below the pair shares a secret flirtatious smile while Bandmate Kim Taehyung looks on in the background seemingly in disdain at their interaction.

Could this be the beginning of the end for BTS? Will personal relationships destroy the band and the brand? 

Laughing hysterically you couldn't believe how wrong they were. "Are you mad because they called you out on your resting bitch face?"

"No!" he grabbed the phone away from you and flopped back into his pillow. 

"Oh my God, you're jealous they think I'm Guk's girlfriend!" 

He didn't really say anything but you knew that was it. 

"How can you be jealous when you were right there?"

"Why would they assume you're with him? Don't they think I'm good enough for you?" 

"Tae!" swinging your leg over his body you straddled him. "He doesn't have me, you do. He can keep the headlines, as long as Dispatch is following him, you and I can let our guard down a little." 

His fingers fidgeted with the seam of your shorts. "I just wish they knew you were mine." 

"Oh! I have an idea for a grand reveal." You gave him a teasing tickle, "we could leak our own sex tape, sell it to the press!" 

He laughed, "I don't think that's a very good idea." 

"Really? That's too bad. I bet Guk would think it's a fabulous idea."

His intake of breath was shaky and the smile that had been on his lips dissipated rather quickly. 

"Hey, I'm sorry...I'm just playing."  Your hand smoothed through his wavy locks. "What's really going on here? Usually these things don't bother you." 

"It's just...You're the first girlfriend." 

Climbing off of him you cuddled into his side drawing random patterns over his chest with your finger tips. 

"I'm not though? You've all dated before." 

He kissed your forehead and finally smiled. "You're the first girlfriend who's going to be a wife. How we tell the world is kind of important." 

His words knocked the air out of your lungs. 

"That's something you've thought about?"

He chuckled, "We've already had group meetings about it." 

"You know you don't have to prove your feelings to anyone but me." 

"I do, but you're too good of a secret to keep." He rolled on top of you and smiled, "Now let's discuss that sex tape."

The wheels touched down and the flight attendants began the deboarding process. It was the companies arrival protocol that Bodyguards were fist, Band second, Staff last.

Three rows back you struggled to remove your carry on from the overhead. The turbulent flight had knocked it deep into the compartment and even standing on your toes didn't help.

"Don't worry Noona,  I always have to help Jimin with his too." Jungkook stood offering assistance. 

Extending the pull he placed it on the ground and chivalrously offered you the handle. 

Taehyung looked back from the doorway and you gave him a smile. In less than an hour you'd be home, away from prying eyes and secure in his embrace. 

"You should get up there with the others Guk, you're going to be late for the photo op." 

Hurrying ahead, he left you to gather the rest of your things.

Trying to take your time as to avoid the pictures, you were one of the last people off the plane.

Rounding the exit Taehyung stood waiting on the gangway. 

He smiled shyly, "I thought I'd wait for you." 

"Kim Taehyung if I didn't know any better I'd think you're still jealous about that article." 

Not being able to touch in public was the worst, especially when you could tell your boyfriend needed a hug.

He sighed, "It was just a long flight without you." 

"Soon," You reciprocated his pout. "We only have to make it the car and then I promise we can snuggle the whole way home." 

The fans were screaming, the press was shouting and the cumulation of camera flashes illuminated the last 2 feet of the tunnel. 

Pausing to let him move ahead he turned, "I want to go out together." 

"Together." It was unexpected, but it was too late to question now.

Keeping pace the rest of the way the crowd went nuts when you both stepped into view.

Taehyung stuck to your side, his arm pressed against yours. 

They pushed and shoved each other to get the better picture.

"Why are you always with the group? What do you do at Big Hit?" The cameras got in your face. 

His fingers reached out, skimming the skin on the back of your hand. 

Questions flew at you, "What's your name? Are you dating a member?" 

You were frozen, it had never been this intense during an arrival.

Taehyung reached for your hand, wrapping it tightly in his, he moved you forward.

A million cameras clicked in unison the moment he said it,

"She's with me."