5:52 PM - Namjoon

5:52 PM - Namjoon

(A/N: For the anon requesting love my like you do lyric based soft smut!Part of my ITS series! WARNING! Smut ahead!)

You can feel your heart race fast when Namjoon kisses you.

A raging fullness in your chest that only grew when he smiled at you, laughing sheepishly as you clumsily climbed over his lap, throwing one leg over his hips where he sat up in bed. He just looked so gorgeous and completely fond of you, a mushy set of heart eyes tracking your every move.

"Hi," He mumbled, smiling up at you in a small, shy sort of way.

"Hi- I had fun today," You mumbled. "It's been awhile since we got so spend so much uninterrupted time together."

He breathed in deeply, his hair still wet from his shower from earlier. He smelt clean and plain, generic soap he always kept in his travel on bag a sharp contrast from the sandalwood fragranced body wash you kept stocked in the apartment.

"Yeah, we needed a vacation." Namjoon agreed, "It's strange- I know we live together, but I still miss you when I get busy at work. Miss your sweet face when you're at work and I'm in the studio."

You hummed, sharing the sentiment. The way you felt about Joon was unlike anything else you had ever experienced.

"I don't think I've ever loved someone like this," You mumbled, a desperate tone to your voice you were surprised to hear reflected back to your own ears.

Namjoon paused, hand pushed flat against your lower back, holding you steady in his lap. His eyes searched yours for a moment, thrown off by the sudden admission. He knew you loved him- sure, but the feeling in your chest that grew and ached at the sight of him wasn't something you could say very easily.

Namjoon was a busy guy- constantly surrounded by people and things and tasks. It was rare that the two of you got to be together like this, alone and unattached to the world. It was easy to ignore how different he felt to you in your everyday life- but not here, where you only had your own thoughts and his company to keep you occupied.

When he brought up the idea of a vacation you were unsure whether he could really detach completely for that long but here you were, in the middle of the woods in a tiny cabin. You had spent the day wandering around and exploring together, biking down a trail until you found a lake shimmering sunlight off the surface.

"Wanna go for a swim?" You asked, throwing him a carefree smile as you pulled your shirt off.

He froze, mulling it over for a millisecond before following you lead, kicking his shirt off.

He looked up at you now, settled back into your cabin for the night with you straddled across his lap on a bed you weren't used to sleeping in and tilted his head back, "Yeah? Tell me more."

You let out a shaky breath, flattening your hands on his shoulders and dragging them up to cup either side of his face, liking the way you could feel his jaw tense in anticipation under your touch.

"I mean, you know I love you but," You mumbled, thumb pushing down on his lower lip, "I mean I really love you- you're big, larger than life in my eyes. I don't say it as often as I should."

"I feel the same," He assured, arms tightening around your frame, "Sometimes I feel like my heart's on fire when you smile at me."

"It's scary," You admitted, pouting slightly.

Namjoon nodded, a hand anchoring your neck down to angle your face towards his, his lips brushing yours lightly before pushing against them harder. He Kissed you like he cherished you, wholeheartedly and passionately. You whimpered against his kiss, wanting him impossibly close and then closer still.

"I know baby, I know," He comforted, mumbling the words against your skin as your hands roamed his body, thankful he wasn't wearing a shirt to begin with. His hands smoothed down your back, fingers pushing against vertebrates one by one, "You're the only thing I want to touch."

You felt your head beginning to spin, letting him set the pace for the both of you. He rolled you onto your back, arms caging you in. The look Namjoon gave you was molten, scorching hot and melted your brain. You couldn't think of anything but him- fading in and out of control as he kissed his way down your body, hands covering your chest and rubbing circles into the flesh of it, nipples hardening under his skilled fingers.

You moaned when his lips reached between your thighs, latching onto the most sensitive part of you. Your hands flew to his hair, fisting the short strands that grew too fast and twisted your fingers around it, hips bucking up against his tongue as he switched from thrusting it into you and laving around your clit.

No one could ever love him the way you did- no one could ever love you the way he did. It was a strange, overpowering feeling that spilled over into your body's physical desire for him, gazing down at the way his muscles flexed and wrapped around your body, tan skin practically glowing in the dim lit room.

"Please-" You begged, unsure of what exactly you were asking for.

"I know, baby," He said again, knowing you like the back of his hand and loving every square inch of you.

He knew the pattern of your breathing, the quickened pace and the way your thighs tightened around his head, the soft tremble of your fingers and the way you whined out his name.

Joon's hand joined his tongue, working a digit in and out of you. You worked yourself against his tongue, pushed harshly against your clit and you threw your head back, feeling a second finger stretch you out deliciously. You moaned weakly, back arching as your came too quickly, whimpering out his name in broken syllables. Namjoon didn't back away, eyes peering up at you through it all as you floated back down to earth.

He reveled in the fact that while he might not have been the first to hear the sounds you made when you were on the edge of paradise, he'd be the last and no one had heard what you sound like when you loved someone as much as you loved him. No one would see the shy look on your face when he told you he loved you- no one would love each other as much as the two of you.

You looked down at him as your breathing regulated, cheeks burning bright red. Namjoon smiled up at you, tilting his head to the side, "We should go on vacation more often."

You laughed, covering your face with your arm, "Yeah- probably." You breathed out, feeling Namjoon's lips trail back up your body.

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ain’t real cherry | p.jm. | one-shot (m)

🎧 candy by doja cat come my way by plvtinum

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. taehyung)

rating: m (18+) 

genre: smut | humor | fluff | touches of angst if you really squint | college!au | roommate!au

summary: Not to be too sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in.

And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge, every single time. 

warnings: swearing + unresolved (?) sexual tension + nude photos + vivid descriptions of curvaceous female bodies + careless objectification of said bodies by horny college students + mentions of masturbation + heavy making out + sexual situations (oral (m+f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, softdom!jimin, switch!reader, choking, manhandling, rough sex, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, overstimulation, marking) + unrequited (?) lustful (?) pining [citation needed] + fuckboy tae with a dick for brain + unintended allusions to Ryan Reynolds’ dick + mentions of blue beanbags + mentions of erect dingalings +  explicit conversations featuring dingalings + i realize these are getting progressively more ridiculous so ima stop

word count: 24.2 k

note: IT’S FINALLY HERE! so this was the result of me obsessively listening to doja cat’s candy and daydreaming about jimin. i wanted to make a pwp-ish drabble out of this concept, but yet again, i kept adding backstory and it was nearing 5k words by the time things actually started to get heated up for real, so i decided to actually add more depth and plot to it, and — here we are, at more than three times the initially planned wordcount. i’ve been slaving since the beginning of june. why am i like this??? 😩😭

it’s really more than 15k words of pure filth, proceed with caution!

a few honorable mentions in the form of @getmemyfries who constantly helped me push through and finish this up. ily bby. 🥺💕 @ressjeon​ @sugasbabiie​ & @jamaisjoons​ for helping me out in the BS server when i was stuck! i appreciate y’all loadsss! 🥰❤

annnywayyy, hope y’all like this one, while i go work on the jk birthday fic before going back to the youth series. much love~ 🥺💜

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Late at night, do the things to him, mean that guy who Need someone who’s sweet enough, who’ll shoot to make that high note~

Park Jimin was having a surprisingly nice Wednesday. And you were the reason why.

The fact was surprising, because Wednesdays were one of the three days that housed the most despicable compulsory classes he’d ever sat in his life, Cognitive Psychology 101. He honestly still didn’t get why he, a finance major, was forced through this torture – what was up with this university and its combinations, he didn’t know. But since he had to endure it, he braved the class with a grimace and slumping on the very last row of seats in the lecture hall with Taehyung.

“You look happy today,” the guy in question mumbled around the lollipop in his mouth.

Jimin gave him a small grin, shrugging. “I just have these positive vibes going around my head this morning.”

Your words from this morning, aka, said positive vibes, still echoed in his head.

There’s this… guy I’ve kinda been thinking about. I’m, like, ready to put out if he’d take it, but I feel like I might be out of his league…

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hi harrow :) i have a drabble req

21 and jiminie if you’re feeling up for it!!

pairing: Park Jimin x female reader word count: 708 prompt: "You better run!" genre: the absolute fluffiest of fluff a/n: hello anon! thank you so much for this lovely drabble request!! i was so happy to receive it and then to write it! i hope you enjoy it :)

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You are not paying attention to your book. You’ve read the same sentence six times now and that is all because of the heat.

The sun beams down on the tree above which shades you, just a little, as you lounge on the blanket that you’ve laid down. It’s a hot summer day and the high-waisted jean shorts you decided to wear are just not doing enough to keep you cool. Or perhaps that’s because the shirt you borrowed from Jimin is a thicker cotton than you thought it was.

You run your hand over your forehead and sigh. Your sister needed the break and you were glad to give it to her but you would rather be inside your apartment, instead you’re out in the park watching your new husband and your two year old niece run around the grassy park.

No, you shouldn’t complain about that. It is actually fantastic to watch him pick her up and throw her over his shoulder with such ease.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as your book falls from your hands into your lap and you give your full attention to the two.

A smile appears on your face as you watch him as he tickles her as he sets her back down on the grass and starts his run back to you. A run in slow motion as she chases behind him, her arms outstretched in front of her, the widest and happiest smile plastered on her beautiful round face.

He jumps down on the blanket at your feet and holds out a hand to stop her, “I’m safe!” he calls and she looks down at the ground disappointed but still laughing.

“You look good,” he says as he turns and winks at you.

You have been married for a little over a month, dating for almost four years and he still has the ability to make you feel like a teenager in love.

You wrinkle your nose at him and he smirks.

“Having fun?” you ask as turns and lays down, resting his head on your thigh. His fingers find the hem of your shorts leg without looking and he begins to trace a small line back and forth on your skin just under the hem.

“I think we should create one,” he says it so casually and your eyes go wide.

“Oh?”

He nods watching your niece as she bends down and begins to pick blades of grass. She is a marvel to watch and you love that you get to watch her grow up. You love that you get to watch Jimin with her. He’s grown to be her favorite human in the whole world and it lights up your entire being whenever the two of them are together.

“I think we’d create a great little person,” he says softly as you slip your fingers through his hair.

“Imobu! Imobu!!” her little voice carries over the windless air and pulls the two out of your own little world.

“Ya?” he calls over to her.

“Again?” she asks as she holds up her little fist holding the blades of grass she has just picked.

He arches an eyebrow, “what?”

“Again?” she repeats, now at the two of you and then suddenly she throws the blades of grass at him.

It doesn’t have the effect that she is hoping for, the majority of them falling against her but as soon as she sees two of them fall against his leg and his eyes go wide at her, she squeals and waits for him to say something, her whole body on the ready.

“You better run,” he says, lifting himself up a little and she turns around and takes a few steps, glancing back to see if he’s chasing her yet. “You better run!” he yells and she lets out a delighted squeal and starts to run as fast as her legs can carry her.

“Think about it,” he says to you on his hands and knees and kisses you quickly before he pushes himself up and chases after her.

The park is full of squeals of joy, laughter from all three of you, and you think maybe you would like to do this with him.

lover

pairing: park jimin x f!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: approx. 1k

request: here // “HII i love ur writing i was wondering if i could request a slow dancing kind of thing w/ jimin? just like domestic cutesy fluff 🥺”

warnings: nothing, just lots of cute fluff <3

a/n: guys im so serious i need a jimin in my life. also i hope he’s recovering well! anyway, my first request, i hope you like it @ anon. please send in more requests, i love them! (also, uh, yeah, somehow my inner swiftie resurgent and i really made them dance to lover im sorry it just made so much sense in my mind)

YOU AREN’T EXPECTING Jimin to be very energetic when he gets home. It’s close to two in the morning, and he’d barely been getting any sleep the past week, because of his packed schedule. You insist on waiting up for him, even though he scolds you. You can’t help it. It’s hard to sleep without him, anyway.

Which is exactly why you’re cleaning the kitchen at 1:48am, when Jimin gets home. His scolding is half-hearted today, because after a few whines about how you need sleep, he’s collapsing onto the living room sofa, with a tired groan.

You glance up at him from where you’re scrubbing the work surface, through the open door that connects the kitchen and living room of your apartment. “Go to sleep, baby,” you urge.

“Can’t. You’re not in bed yet.” He shoots you an overdramatic glare, but the softness in his eyes let’s you know he’s just kidding. You scoff and roll your eyes, choosing to turn up the music you’d been blaring from your phone instead.

“Sometimes I go blurry-eyed, small talk and you tell me that I’m on fire,” you sing along quietly, barely even realising that you’re doing it.

Jimin realises, of course, and his tired eyes flutter open to watch you as you clean, crooning lyrics. He smiles softly, and the grin only widens when you start bouncing to the beat.

God, he loves you.

He’s a total, complete, utter fool for you. Everything you do, say; the way you smile, the way you smell, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you think — he loves every inch of you.

Which is exactly why he sneaks up behind you, just as the song begins to fade out. You turn in his arms to face him, with that wide smile he loves so much. He kisses you almost immediately, no warning — it’s automatic, because he just needs to show you how much he loves you. Because it’s impossible to put into words.

Just as he begins to pull away, the song changes into Taylor Swift’s Lover. How fitting, he muses. And then he suddenly releases you from his hold, only to bow and proffer his hand. “May I have this dance, my lady?” he asks, with a flirtatious raise of the eyebrows and a wide grin.

The smile you give him in return is worth any goofy act he has to make up. “You may,” you respond, clicking in with his skit immediately, and taking his hand. He slides his other hand around your waist, pulling you close to him, and beginning to lead you in a slow dance.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?

Jimin rests his forehead against yours, noses bumping as the two of you beam ridiculously wide. “Thank you,” he whispers, placing a light, feathery kiss on your nose. “For cleaning. And cooking dinner. I know I haven’t done much the past few weeks.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Goof. Of course. I don’t mind, you know that, not when you’re so busy.”

You’re my, my, my, my, Lover.

“I mind,” he says with a cute frown that makes you smile. “It’s not fair. You have to do everything, and I barely see you.”

“I mind that I don’t see you as much,” you correct yourself. “But I’m not mad about it. I understand why. And I know you’ll be home more soon. So I can stand doing a bit of cleaning, when you’re working so hard. I’m really proud of what you do.”

His face softens, and he kisses you again. “Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips, and then pulls back to twirl you with a wide smile. You let out a squeak of surprise, that turns into a laugh when he quickly pulls you back into him. The momentum of your body makes him stumble, but he catches you quickly, and the both of you descend into giggles. Drunk — drunk on love, that’s what the two of you are.

Forever and ever…

“You should be sleeping,” you say in alarm, as you remember the time.

“Day off tomorrow,” he shrugs with an easy grin. “I’m all good.”

You shake your head. “You’re tired!”

“Hey!” he objects. “I’m never too tired to dance with a pretty girl.”

The effect of his words is instantaneous; your cheeks flush bright scarlet. Of course, he notices in a second and he gasps. “Wait! You like that! You like that nickname, right?”

“What? No! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you say quickly, trying to hide in his chest.

“You do! Aw, baby,” he coos. “You should’ve told me!”

“I hate you,” you grumble, and step on his foot.

He throws his head back in a loud laugh. “Did you just step on my foot? Whilst I’m romancing you?”

“Romancing?” you snort. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I would never,” he says, widening his eyes innocently. Then he giggles, and your heart melts at the sound. He kisses your forehead. “You’re not just a pretty girl,” he informs you seriously. “You’re my pretty girl.”

You blush even harder. Jimin starts laughing so hard you wonder how he’s even able to keep leading you in this dance, but he does. “Stop!” you groan, embarrassed, bu he shakes his head, and kisses your forehead again.

“Cutie,” he mumbles, but subdues his laughter.

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

You drop your cheek on his chest, and he tightens his grip on you, dropping his own cheek to rest on your head. You can feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear, his heart beating steadily under your cheek. His smooth hand in yours, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, as he guides you in your impromptu slow-dance.

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

“Hey,” he whispers against your hair.

“Mm?” You hum a response, not bothering to force your drooping eyes open.

“I love you. You know that?”

A smile appears on your face. “Yeah. I know that.”

“Good,” he sighs, and buries the bottom half of his face in your hair.

“Jimin?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you too.”

“I know.”

Darling, you’re my, my, my, my

Lover.

Give Me Love | Part 1 (m)

• fratboy!jimin x reader

• Word count: 6139

• Genre: college au, enemies with benefits to lovers

• Summary: Your relationship with Park Jimin was complicated to say the least, but when the circumstances change and you can no longer keep him at an arms length, you find yourself drawn to him more than you thought possible.

• warnings: Swearing, sexual content.

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flirt buddies | p.jm. | drabble

pairing:  jimin x reader

rating:  pg-15

genre:  humor | fluff | frenemies(?) to lovers!au | college!au

summary:  A mean girl pestering you is what it takes for you and Jimin to move further with the flirting going on between you two for months now. Who would’ve thunk?

warnings:  slight swearing + suggestive words + mentions of oral sex + crackhead energy

word count:  1.4 k

note: THIS BLOG TURNED A MONTH OLD TODAY, YAYYY!  and i also hit another tiny milestone, thank you, every single one of you, that has ever read something i wrote and/or has clicked the follow button. much love. 🥺💓 also, @getmemyfries​ thank you, bestie, for being a constant cheerleader and hyping me up, ilysm!!! 😭💝

striking off the “park jimin” box on my @bangtanwritingbingo​ card with this one!

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You’ve met your share of mean girls through high school and past few years at college, but you’ve never met someone as irritating as this fellow senior trying to stare you down in her eight inch heels.

It isn’t even the fact that she’s trying to be mean that’s grating on you. If she would have come at you about that curly haired cutie you hooked up with, last month, you would have let her have it. The guy was most definitely a catch, and it had most definitely bummed you a little when he’d told you he wasn’t gonna call again. 

(You can use a distraction, right now, especially after you’ve accepted the fact that your back and forth with Jimin isn’t gonna lead to anything.)

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