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SCORE THAT GOAL! — smau

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

football-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre ; rlly just humour, football / sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers.

extras ; teasing and profanity | sexual and death jokes | reader is down bad | jisung kinda dislikes reader and closed off at the start | my knowledge on football isn’t the BEST but i know above basics and enough for this fic | idrc if some of these subject clubs don’t exist this is for entertainment 😸

notes ; 😭 mostly posting this for myself cos i’ve wanted to try a smau for a while now but i hope anyone else enjoys too.

PLAYLIST ; Rising , TripleS — Hype Boy , newjeans — Awkward , SZA — Gasoline , ROSY (FT. LILMONEY) — Attracted To You , Pinkpantheress — Cognac Queen , Megan Thee Stallion — Goodie Bag , Still Woozy — Eyedress , Something About You .

STATUS ; completed! (24.02.24)

profiles (1) | profiles (2)

1 ) donghyuck’s fault

2 ) 20% more insane

3 ) it’s the voices again

4 ) yes captain!

5 ) invest in a priv account

6 ) peach lipton ice tea

7 ) no suicide EVER

8 ) always believe women

9 ) grape & lemon drink

10 ) favourite teammate

11 ) wingman

12 ) jeno’s food provider

13 ) no lunch

14 ) awkward tension

15 ) a simple conversation

16 ) an even more normal conversation

17 ) under my umbrella

18 ) a canon event (ft. Renjun's Black Friday offer)

19 ) feeling submissive and fragile

20 ) woman hobbies & failed courseworks

21 ) man up and break it

22 ) make-up brush vs subway sandwich

23 ) OFFICIAL FRIENDSHIP!!!

24 ) a nice gesture

25 ) NOT my boyfriend

26 ) business exchange

27 ) what about mark?

28 ) winter wonders with you

29 ) JISUNG vs MARK

30 ) my princess (very lame)

31 ) riddle me this

32 ) do you like her? (probably)

33 ) wtf does QUORA know?

34 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan A

35 ) evil out the way, GOOD RIDDANCE

36 ) basketball incidents.

37 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan B (the jisung quiz)

38 ) E-DATING 🔛🔝🔥

39 ) wise words from renjun

40 ) that one sign

41 ) guess it’s a date

42 ) (unofficial) couple goals

43 ) the y/nle argument

44 ) professional over-thinker

45 ) executing major girlboss energy

46 ) the confession prep

47 ) knock some sense into them

48 ) war is over

49 ) knock some sense into JISUNG

50 ) an overdue confession

51 ) be your boyfriend?

52 ) scored that goal!

BONUS:

jisung the blonde

JISUNG vs MARK pt.2

jaemin’s hit tweets

the jeno quiz

one huge polyamory relationship

thank you for reading!

— LOVE YOU FIRST

★ summary: kim taehyung was his college’s heartthrob — local fuck boy and everyone’s dream. he had it all — the girls, the friend group, the status. he even had his childhood best friend who he would do anything for. but through drunken nights, one night stands, and having his best friend start dating for the first time, taehyung realizes that maybe he doesn’t have everything he’s ever wanted.

“did you fuck him?”

“what? taehyung i —”

“yes or no, y/n? did you fuck him?…did you let him touch you?”

★ pairing: fuckboyartist!taehyung x reader

★ genre: fluff, angst, humor, social media au, best friends to lovers, college au, slow-burn, non-idol au, drama, childhood best friends, more fluff, sexual content.

★ status: ongoing

★ schedule: updates on wednesdays and saturdays at 6 pm est.

★ authors note: this is my first social media au so please be gentle while i get the hang of it. i’ll mark written parts and mature content as needed. hope you guys like it and let me know what u think. xo

➳ part one: introductions 

➳ part two: biggest baby

➳ part three: mhm

➳ part four: all day

➳ part five: reminds me of you (written)

➳ part six: favorite girl 

➳ part seven: unbelievable

#bawlingmyeyesout thank you for this

Soft Hours ~ Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, Fatherly Love.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Taehyung doing everything every father should do. Maybe him loving his baby's bum cheeks a little too much.

3:24 AM

Taehyung’s eyes landed on the digital clock that displayed the time by the corner of the room, a hand reaching to grab the blanket and shrug it off of his body. Distant whines, squeaky and soft reached his ears, a warm smile tugging at his lips when he paused his movements to just sit on the bed and let the tips of his finger trace his wedding ring.

It had been the best year of his life. There was no doubt in that. Marrying the woman that he loved, getting to spend every moment of every day with her, spoiling her, and also getting spoiled in return. Yet, one of the most memorable parts of this journey was the day he finally realized that he had become a dad. It wasn’t right away when he found out that you were pregnant. It wasn’t even when he felt his little child kick against his palm that was resting over the swell of your bump.

It was around this time of the night, a few months ago, when he had randomly woken up with tears simply streaming down his face. He had felt it right then, a feeling that he could never describe even if he tried to. He just knew that for the first time in his life, he was a father. Ever since, this part of his morning had been the highlight of his day. A sense of peace, a mind-boggling memory that made him feel giddy each time his eyes naturally opened. A time that he felt like he was on top of the world.

Taehyung had already begun to murmur little words of praise the moment he stepped into the room of his little angel, eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight of his son waiting for him with his arms outstretched in his tiny bed.

“Hi, baby.”

Chubby legs that kicked excitedly at the sight of his father made Taehyung’s smile widen, bending to duck beneath the florescent stars and moons that hung over the bed to run a gentle hand over his son’s head. The little boy’s face turned towards the warmth of his father’s touch, light brown hair soft and smooth against Taehyung’s palm. The tiny cries were long forgotten by the child; the remnants of the tears now being wiped away ever so softly by Taehyung’s thumb.

“Are you happy to see me?” Taehyung cooed at the way his baby babbled, hands excitedly pushing through the air in an attempt to be lifted up. With a soft kiss to the boy’s temple, Taehyung slipped his hands beneath his son’s body, long fingers supporting his neck, lifting him up and against his chest, a protective hand holding his little one beneath his head and another right under his cute little bum.

“Appa missed you so much,” Taehyung gushed, gently peppering numerous feather light kisses all over his little face. Eyes that shone brightly under the gentle golden glow of the room stared back at his father’s face, eyelashes long and wet with previous tears yet not a trace of sadness evident in them. The little one giggled excitedly, both hands resting against Taehyung’s collarbones while his chubby feet that had a pair of yellow superman socks over them kicked happily against Taehyung’s stomach.

“Aigo, why was my baby crying, huh?” Taehyung gently traced a finger over the tear stains that streaked down his son’s temples. “Were you missing me? Hmm?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but reach forward to catch that little nose between his lips, attempting to softly bite it off even though his lips cushioned his teeth so that he wouldn’t hurt his baby.

“Or were you hungry? Hmm? Haven’t you got your massive appetite from me?”

Walking the two of them into the kitchen, Taehyung continued to chat away with his son, occasionally giving him a little bounce against his hip that pulled joyous squeaks from the little boy's grinning mouth. His hand never left the boy’s middle, protectively keeping him to his own chest, the other expertly pulling out everything that he needed.

Taehyung poured some water into the kettle to bring it to a good boil, pulling out the box of milk powder from the cupboard and opening the sterilizer to take out a freshly sterilized milk bottle. While he began to randomly rap a few parts from one of their songs, something he was quick to notice his son enjoyed thoroughly, Taehyung also began to laugh along with his son who cackled each time he enunciated words that sounded funny to him. Three scoops into the bottle and the knob of the electric kettle ticked shut, the red light turning off and a smooth white streak of steam rushing through the opening.

He held his son away from the kettle, making sure to tighten his grip around the little boy’s waist when he poured the boiling hot water into the bottle, watching how numerous bubbles formed over the milk powder that clumped initially but soon began to melt away into a creamy white meal for his little one. Taehyung hummed at the sweet smell of the milk, covering the bottle and giving it a good shake.

“We’ll let this cool for a bit,” Taehyung turned to look at the boy in his arms, holding his hand and smiling at the way his fingers curled around his thumb. “Okay? Shall we go change you up?”

Experienced hands pushed into the soft material of the pamper, another gentle coo leaving his mouth at the way his pamper sagged just a little, soaked and heavy.

“My little baby is too cute, let me just eat you up,” Taehyung laughed, patting his bum and biting into his reddened cheek. His son squealed, glorious giggles rushing through his chest at the way his father was playing with him.

He set the boy down on the soft material of the grey changing pad, giving him his little toy horse to occupy himself with and placing his pacifier at his lip, waiting for his son to take it in.

“Cutie, cutie,” Taehyung sang ever so softly, pulling out a fresh diaper from the packet and tugging at the soft material of his blue pants. For the first time since his father had held him, the little boy looked away and towards the brown toy in his hand, fingernails that were cut short and neat scraping against the body of the horse.

Taehyung tore the sides of the pamper, holding both of his legs high up into the air and pulling the diaper from beneath him. Rolling it into a nice little ball, Taehyung dumped the used pamper into the bin near the board, giving his cute butt cheeks a soft tap. Sniffling distractedly, Taehyung then pulled a wet wipe from the packet, gently running it all along the places that were covered by the pamper, taking out another one to make sure he was nice and clean.

He then bent a little closer to look for any rashes on the soft skin, running a finger along each side of his hips and bum, a satisfied sigh escaping his chest when he found none. Patting a generous amount of powder onto his hands, he ran it along all corners, around his groin, and along the smooth curve of his butt.

“You really like your horse, don’t you?” Taehyung smiled at the way he was holding his toy high up in the air, quickly reaching for his hand that dropped to push the head of the horse into his mouth.

“Ah, ah! No,” Taehyung shook his head, making sure to emphasize the last word to teach his son the meaning of it. Pushing it a little, the boy soon forgot about it, pulling at the feet and kicking his legs in wonder.

“You’re almost done, sweet thing.”

Taehyung slipped his hand into one of the gaps of the diaper, grabbing the boy's right leg and smoothly pulling it right through. Repeating it for the left one as well, Taehyung lifted both of his legs again and pulled the pamper comfortably against his butt.

“You’re all good. Do you want some pants? Or no?”

The child couldn’t be bothered by the insensible words that floated towards him, soon dropping the horse and reaching both of his hands up for Taehyung to pick him up. A good meal and a good sleep was something he didn’t know he wanted, preoccupying himself with the brown strands of his father’s hair while he was being carried back to the kitchen.

Taehyung picked up the bottle that felt warm against his palm, tilting it slightly under some of it dripped onto the thin skin on the back of his hand.

“Just the right temperature for my little dumpling. Let’s have some nyam nyam before we sleep.”

Taehyung chose to settle down on the couch instead of the nursery, back inclined against the white cushions and settling the excited nine-month-old baby in between his thighs. Pulling him gently until he was resting against Taehyung’s stomach, he placed the nipple of the bottle at his bottom lip, urging the boy to grab the bottle and push it further into his mouth.

Taehyung then loosened the cover just a bit until he could see a stream of bubbles rush through the top end of the bottle, not wanting the boy to struggle to pull the milk through it. Resting further against the comfort of the sofa, Taehyung then placed a firm hand against his son’s stomach, a touch of reassurance so that he wouldn’t jerk awake in fear, while the other rested over his head, his hand large and warm against the soft skin of his son’s forehead. He occasionally let his hand move further until his palm covered the little one’s eyes, then ran the pad of his thumb against his temple and cheek, a touch that usually calms his baby and lulls him into a sweet sleep.

The occasional sounds of the clock ticking in the distance and the suckling sounds that came from the boy who was now halfway through his bottle of milk made Taehyung hum a sigh of relief, feeling light and happy. There was just no way to describe what he felt.

A man who was always good with children, now with his own child in his arms, gently patting him and feeding him until the boy was satisfied. There was nothing on the face of this world that could make him want something else, nothing that he could trade this feeling for.

Becoming a father, and being a father, was the best thing that he had ever grown into. A glove that fit just right, a cool breeze that made him feel like all the burdens of this world would be carried away with it. He felt good.

Great, for that matter.

Thankful for the tiny little boy who was now falling asleep in his father’s hold, grateful for the fact that he could indeed have a chance to become a dad, especially to such a sweet angel.

Heavy eyelids that were now closing in on his will to stay awake kept him from leaning down to kiss his son goodnight. So with lazy yet loving fingers, Taehyung traced his son’s cheeks softly, letting them rest reassuringly over his chest before both of them slipped into yet another content slumber.

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Taehyung is going to be THE best father on this planet if he isn't already.

Masterlist.

genuinely one of the best vmin x reader smuts ever

triads and tribulations (m)

+ featuring … jimin x reader x taehyung

+ summary … if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?

+ genre … pwp, smut

+ wordcount … 8.4k

+ warnings … rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up

When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.

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what the puck!

pairing: hockey player!donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao

word count: 11.6k

synopsis: you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue. 

author’s note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee 😋 also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this fic 

warning(s): brief descriptions of injuries 

playlist: and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize ― mixtape 2003 by the academic ― chit chat by beach weather ― 1983 by neon trees ― fearless by taylor swift

part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3

First off, to set the record straight—

You are not a bad driver.

There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car that’s one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him. 

However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesn’t seem to be getting up off the ground. 

Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently. 

“Oh my God, please don’t die! I literally can’t afford to pay for someone’s funeral right now,” you wail. 

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