In The Frosty Air | A Jjk Drabble

in the frosty air | a jjk drabble

summary: two weeks ago you and your roommate slept together. which would be fine, if you knew you both felt the same about each other. but you don’t. and now it’s christmas, and jungkook is still gorgeous and gentle and wonderful and here, and and you don’t really know what to do about that.

{college!au, roommates!au}

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: this is just an angst train tbh, but it has a happy ending! word count: 1.6k warnings: mentions of past alcohol consumption, this centers around everyone’s favorite capitalist holiday, being sad in the wintertime a/n: OHHHHHHHHHH *internet breaks* anyway yeah i’m back baby!!! here’s a little drabble to celebrate because i can’t help myself when it comes to jungkook. love me or we both go down coming soon!

“This Christmas is pretty fucking lame, isn’t it?”

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chapped. myg

pairing: min yoongi x female!reader

genre: the softest of smuts, domestic!au, do not interact if you’re under 18

summary: having injured his shoulder and unable to preform, the only thing yoongi has to look forward to are your lazy mornings spent in bed

warnings: unprotected sex, sloppy kisses, bulging kink, slight size kink, body worship, the most disgustingly sweet fluff, soft!yoongi, he also has a big dick

word count: 3.3k, a baby fic if you will

note: this was written while yoongi was out sick, please enjoy some filthy domestic antics

Sharp aches tightening around his arm was what woke Yoongi from his deep slumber, stirring from sleep with a soft sigh once the familiar dull pain inflicted against his sore muscles.

Having undergone recent surgery he was left to fend for himself back at the dorms, the others embarking on tour without him. He tried to welcome the rare peace and quiet, giving him a chance to finally bask in the tranquility of their shared space without the loud chattering or playful fighting disrupting him in the background. He almost appreciated the emptiness, being able to concentrate on his music more and finally reading the books he swore to get back to but always left to collect dust in the corner of his room, but he couldn’t stop his heart from yearning the other boys, missing their overdramatic ways and pestering. He missed Jin popping in to make sure that he wasn’t overworking himself, Namjoon giving him advice on his new tracks, Jungkook playing video games with him when he was free; just the overall dysfunctional family unit they seemed to create in the messy dormitory.

Except - as he lolled his head over to the right - you were filling the void.

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ten out of ten (m)

→ Pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

→ Summary: Fratboy Taehyung has been torturing you on campus for the last three years, finding anything that’ll irritate the life out of you, doing anything to drive you absolutely insane during the classes you unfortunately shared. But now that you’re seniors, that energy has somehow shifted and he’s come to learn that he may or may not have secret feelings for you. What happens when you make the same earth-shattering realization?

→ Genres: Smut | Humor

→ AU: College | Enemies to Lovers | Fratboy!Bangtan

→ Word Count: 8.8k

→ Rating: 18+

→ Warnings: Explicit & unprotected sex | consensual drunk sex | ‘revenge’ sex (all fun and games) | mentions of alcohol | alcohol consumption | party crashed by police | dirty talk | soft kissing | rough kissing | hard dom!taehyung | soft dom!taehyung | grinding | fingering | sloppy oral sex | cock swallowing | choking on tae’s cock | throat fucking | slight praising | begging | sense of ownership | size kink | taehyung has a huge dong | belly bulge | reader gets dicked down almost too good (if that’s a thing) | breast & nipple play | riding | reversal | biting | teasing | cockwarming | creampie | cum play | cum eating | cum stuffing | spanking | choking ft. tae’s beautiful hands | pussy slapping | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | multiple sex scenes

→ Other: For @btshoneyhive​​’s College Enemies 101 Project, check out the masterlist here! Inspired by this popular post I saw way back in 2018 when I posted a variation of this storyline as an exo fanfic (some of you may remember lol), if it feels familiar when reading that’s probably why! And a major THANK YOU to Nye @taeshobipop​​​ for reading this over and for helping so much more than she know ♡ if she hadn’t motivated me the ending would still be unfinished lol

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Pretty Little Things | kth

Your husband is determined to make things up to you after falling asleep on your anniversary and missing out on the surprise you had planned for him…

💎 Pairing: husband!taehyung x reader

💎 Word Count: 2.4k

💎 Rating: 18+

💎 Genre: Husband au, anniverysary au, smut, fluff

💎 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (this one is straight into the smut lol), oral (f receiving), making out, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking/biting, groping, scratching, cum eating, brief handjob, teasing, unprotected sex (be safe out there pls), multiple orgasms, dresser sex that’s also mirror sex, brief spanking, mention of possessiveness, brief choking, rough sex, but also they’re married and so in love with each other so it’s also soft™️

A/N: So funny story, I actually wrote most of this immediately after writing and posting Pillow Prince, but I went into a creative and writing slump right after, so I never felt motivated or inspired enough to finish it. Until now that is, thank you Grammy’s Tae 🙏 This is technically the follow up to the Pillow Prince drabble, but it also can just be read as a standalone anniversary drabble too. This is the first time I’ve been able to write in months, so hopefully that means I’m coming out of this rut and will be able to get back to writing more regularly and consistently soon! Thank you as always for your love and support and understanding and patience, and I hope you enjoy this if you decide to read it 💜 Also my possums as always have been so supportive and encouraging to me during this difficult time of struggling to write and I love and appreciate all of you endlessly 🥺 Especially @thatlongspringnight and @miscelunaaa for giving me encouragement and advice when I was feeling so stuck, I truly couldn’t have finished this without both of you 🥰Last thing is that since this starts off with the smut immediately the fic will be under the cut!!

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DRUNK WORDS ; kth

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: your boyfriend comes home from a night out drunk, and it turns out he loves you more than you think.

warnings: tae is drunk but it’s ok bc he’s cute, reader takes care of him, mentions of alcohol, very brief mention of (happy) tears, talk of marriage + kids

songs i listened to whilst writing: best years — 5sos

a/n: ok since my other account is totally lost and i cant get any of my writing back, take this shitty drabble while i get my stuff together! i actually think this is one of the first bts things i ever wrote.

You loved your boyfriend very much. Of course you did. You loved his boxy smile and the way his hair felt under your fingers and the warmth of his eyes and the smoothness of his skin. You loved his deep voice and his insane talent, and — there were a lot of things you loved about Kim Taehyung. Of course there were.

What you didn’t love was Jimin showing up at your apartment at two in the morning, dragging your very drunk boyfriend with him and shoving him through the door. “Here’s your boyfriend! Enjoy!”

You glared at Jimin’s smugly retreating figure, but hauled Taehyung inside your apartment anyway, rolling your eyes as he clung to you.

“Babyyyyy!” he cheered drunkenly when his bleary eyes recognised you.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you muttered absently, your sole focus being getting him out of his shoes and jacket. Once successful, you grabbed his arm and tried to manoeuvre him into your shared bedroom.

“Wait,” he whined childishly, as you tugged him towards the bathroom.

Yoh stopped immediately, eyes flicking to him in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

His arms wrapped around you tightly and he buried his face into your shoulder, breathing you in with a long, shuddering sigh. “Wanna hold you. I missed you.”

Your eyes softened, and you pressed a kiss to his hair. “I missed you too,” you murmured. “You have a good time?”

”Mm,” he hummed. “Was good. Wish you were with me.”

”S’okay,” you shrugged, your heart warming anyway. “I’m here now. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

”Okay,” he agreed happily, allowing you to guide him to the bathroom and change his clothes and wash him up. When you were done, he pushed you back towards the bed, giggling slightly when you protested.

The second you slid between the sheets, his arms were around you, pulling your back into his chest with a contented sigh. His nose nuzzled the crook where your neck met your shoulder, and you couldn’t help the faint smile of affection that graced your lips.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispered suddenly into your skin.

You smiled, expecting some sort of drunken ramble about his fans and his music, as he tended to do. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Cause I have you.” He kissed your neck again. “And you take care of me all the time. You’re so good to me.”

Your heart melted. “Idiot,” you said affectionately, turning in his arms so you could meet his sleepy gaze. “Of course I do. You do the same for me.”

A slightly goofy grin flickered on his lips when he caught your gaze. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “‘Cause you love me,” he sang softly. “And I love you.”

A small giggle bubbled out of your mouth at his reference to his bandmate. “Good song,” you smiled, missing the way his eyes completely softened at the sound of your tired laugh, the way he squeezed you even closer at the sound.

“I love you, baby,” he said again, leaving a gentle kiss on your nose. You flushed slightly, which only made his endeared smile widen.

“I love you too,” you murmured back, as he cuddled closer to you. He hooked a leg over yours, entangling your limbs to be closer to you and obligingly, you rested your head on his chest.

He burrowed back into the crook of your neck, releasing another satisfied sigh. “My baby.”

You smiled warmly, kissing his chest. “Yeah, Tae. All yours.” You paused, running your hands through his hair. “Go to sleep now,” you instructed gently. “You’re exhausted.”

He let out a tiny whine, but nodded. “Mkay.”

You continued smoothing his hair down, listening as his breaths slowly began to even out, sure he was drifting into sleep, when his husky voice broke the silence.

“You know,” he mumbled. “I‘m going to marry you some day.”

You froze. Of course you froze. Because where the hell did that come from? You pulled back to try to gage his expression, to understand, but with a blink, you realised that Taehyung had fallen fast asleep, his lips slightly parted, hair slipping over his closed eyes.

You breathed out, long and slow. Your boyfriend slept on, oblivious to your thuddinf heart and wide eyes as you held him close.

Taehyung woke next morning to an empty bed. He hated that feeling, when your side of the bed was cold and his arms were wrapped around a pillow instead of around your soft skin.

On the bright side, he could hear you humming in the kitchen, and he could smell the pancakes you were making. The scent made his mouth water, and sure enough, when you returned moments later, holding a tray of pancakes, Nutella, and some aspire in and water, he sat up in delight.

”I don’t deserve you,” he groaned, immediately taking the aspirin and water you offered him. His head was fucking pounding as he swallowed the pills. “Jesus, I drank too much. How’d I even get home?”

Something in your face flickered, for a split second, but then your usual smile made a reappearance. “Jimin brought you,” you said lightly.

Taehyung frowned as he helped himself to some pancakes. “Okay, sweetheart, what did I do? Did I say something or do something stupid last night?”

You jumped. “No,” you said carefully, but Taehyung knew you better. He set down his knife and fork and leaned forward to force you to look at him.

“What did I say?” he asked gently. “I’m sorry, I don’t — ”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said quickly, with a heavy smile. “You — uh, you just told me you were going to marry me one day.”

Taehyung‘s eyes widened so comically huge that you almost burst out laughing.

“Shit,” he exhaled. “I’m sorry, baby, that must have freaked you out, I didn’t mean — ”

“It’s okay!” you said quickly. “It’s okay, you were drunk, you didn’t mean it.”

Taehyung paused. “Wh— what? No, baby, no — no, I meant it. I just wasn‘t planning on dropping it on you like… like that.”

Whej he looked at you nervously, your eyes were round with surprise, a hand partway to your mouth in shock. When you blinked, he realised that slowly, tears were forming at the edge of your eyes, but before he could reach out for you, you spoke.

“You — you want to marry me?” you whispered, eyes shining.

Taehyung went pink, uncharacteristically flustered. “I — yes. Of course. Of course I want to marry you.”

“This isn’t a proposal,” he added hastily. “I don’t think either of us could handle a wedding anytime soon, it’s just — it’s just a promise. For us.” Then he stopped and his eyes widened in panic. “Unless you don’t want to marry me, which is — that’s — ”

“Kim Taehyung, I would marry the shit out of you.” Your voice was quiet, but strong, and the smile he gave you then was fucking radiant. He pulled you into his arms, feeding you a bite of pancake with his fork.

“I want lots of kids,” he suddenly blurted, not sure what possessed him in that moment.

You cocked your head to the side, a teasing grin on your face as you chewed. “How many?”

“Five,” he confessed, and you choked on the pancake.

“Five?” you echoed in disbelief. “Fuck no. Do you know how hard labour is?”

He smiled sheepishly, mouth full of pancake. “Four?”

“Three,” you said stubbornly. Really, you could be convinced to go for four, but you wanted to be a little shit sometimes.

He pouted and you stuck your tongue out.

“I hope they look like you,” you admitted suddenly, as you admired his smile, his tousled hair, his flawless bone structure.

“No, I hope they have your eyes,” he said suddenly, his face moving close to yours as his intense gaze roved your face. “And your nose. And my hair colour and cheekbones. Our children are going to be the prettiest people alive.”

Your heart did cartwheels at his ‘our children’ and when you leant forward to kiss him, you could have sworn that right then, you were the happiest person alive. Talking about all your forevers with your person, your Taehyung — your heart warmed more than you thought was possible.

“Can you imagine?” he said softly, brushing your hair with his fingers. His eyes glazed over, and a wistful smile graced his lips. “A little us running around. I can’t wait.”

You beamed at the thought. “Me too,” you breathed, sinking back into your lover’s arms as he pressed a gentle kiss to your hair. “I can’t wait.”

mind of mine

summary: you, a data scientist, have always found comfort in numbers and analysis. and there’s jungkook, a tattoo artist who has always been in your orbit, just on the edge. for years. attraction has swirled between you both from the beginning, but neither of you seem to do anything about it. until now. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: alcohol, cursing, driving without a helmet, smut in later chapters, toxic friendship/dynamics a/n: i’ll try to post this twice a week…but no promises. and yeah this is based off of some zayn songs across all 3 albums<3

one. GOOD YEARS two. BRIGHT three. WRONG four. BORDERSZ five. REAR VIEW six. RAINBERRY seven. IF I GOT YOU eight.  TIO nine. UNFUCKWITABLE ten. TIGHTROPE eleven. IMPRINT twelve. WHEN LOVE’S AROUND

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last update: july 18; main story is COMPLETE