AMELIAAAAA!! Im Gonna Cry When I Read This Am Right. Im Not Ready BUT IM EXCITED AHHHHH. Fuck Tyler Bro

AMELIAAAAA!! im gonna cry when i read this am right. im not ready BUT IM EXCITED AHHHHH. fuck Tyler bro i really HATE those type of guys like 🤚

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posting date: tbd early july

pairing ↠ mechanic!jimin x reader

genre ↠ enemies to lovers (it’s more complicated though) | fluff, angst, smut

teaser word count ↠ 811 (estimated wc. 15k)

18+ | warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, there’s a brief high school au (in the form of a flashback), arguing, explicit sexual content. (detailed warnings will be added to the full fic).

summary ↠ When your car breaks down late at night in your hometown and the door you knock on just happens to belong to the man that was almost yours, it opens the floodgates to memories you had hoped to keep suppressed and those you’ve never forgotten about. 

Jimin remembers it all too — the many words that were left unsaid between you, and the many feelings left unresolved. And now he wants to make it right.

a/n. the recent photoshoots have inspired me 🥴 I couldn’t not write something for this cherry!jimin, so here we are. also, I figured out a way to get some car sex in there ;)

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THIS TAEHYUNG...is a damn tease! NAUR I CAN'T HAVE ANOTHER EX MAKING ME FEEL THINGS???

This be hella sexy and damn I be kinda sad for the "let go" part, something I have a hard time dealing with irl :((

ML JEAN I'LL JUST IMAGINE THEY GOT BACK TOGETHER IDC IDC 😭

Hiraeth (M)

“Hiraeth |ˈhirˌīTH | (noun): (especially in the context of Wales or Welsh culture) deep longing for something, especially one’s home”

Pairing: Model!Taehyung x Model!Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: angst, graphic smut, pwp-ish, unprotected sex (wrap it up like dynamite), mentions of blood, oral sex (f. receiving), hate(?) sex, mirror kink (if you squint), fluff (squint harder), toxic exes (and they know it) -- I think that's it, let me know if I should add more

Cross-posted in my AO3.

Please do NOT repost. No translating, etc. Stay safe and healthy... oh and love yourselves.

**Thank you to @bluewhale52 and @taegularities for being so patient and incredibly helpful on beta-reading this piece for me. I am so grateful, thank you!!!!**

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You knew your own angles like the back of your hand. It only took very few directions from the photographer to get their desired pose from you. Today’s photoshoot, however, required you to use a different technique than what you were used to: intimate couple photoshoots.

Ones which involve overly paid male celebrities were never your cup of tea. Even more so if said celebrity was someone you personally knew. The memories you shared with him are still fresh in your mind like they just happened yesterday.

Yes, shared.

He was your best friend, your partner in crime, your ultimate companion, your enemy, everything in one. The time you spent together was unforgettable and would always be a part of who you are. But, as cliche as it sounds, nothing lasts forever.

A time came when the two of you had to put yourselves first to the point that you couldn’t bear to hold on to both yourselves and each other at the same time. It was at that turning point of your life when you began to work for where you are right now that things fell apart.

You have always been optimistic about it though. Rather than thinking about how things fell “apart”, you have always thought about how things actually fell “into place”. All for a reason, and hopefully for the best. You are proud of what you became. Besides, it was the decisions you made then that led you to where you are now.

The dress you were wearing today would have been extremely uncomfortable for people who don’t do this on a daily basis. It snuggly hugged around your figure and emphasized each curve with sparkling sequins of different colors which were beautifully patterned all over the dress. It had a bold cut which exposed a lot of your skin: from that special cut to expose your love handles and the huge slit on one side that let your right leg out for everyone to see. Other than that, you also liked how it freely exposed your shoulders and your cleavage, your personal favorite features of yourself.

Among the many things you picked up while pursuing this career, you knew better than to doubt yourself and how you looked. It is a job where you eat criticism for all three meals of the day. It took time and several, painful yet rewarding struggles to reach this level of self acceptance. But in the end, you realized the only criticism that matters the most was the one you give yourself.

“Wonderful! We’ll take a 5, then we’ll start with the close-up couple shots.”

A group of staff members from both yours and your partner’s started to go up to where you two were. Your stylists took out their brushes and tissues from their pockets as if they were their very own war weapons. One of them had been your best friend since you could remember. She could pass as your manager if she wanted to, but she loved her work and it didn’t take too much to persuade you for her to remain as your main stylist. You were thankful to have someone so familiar and trustworthy next to you all this time.

“Hey,” you felt her nudge her shoulder at your side when the rest of your styling team went back to their places. Her little attention-seeking act made you look down to her direction since your little friend was at least half a foot shorter than you, “His stylist is basically begging me to have you meet him tonight.”

Of course. Manipulative as always. On top of that, he was powerful and he knew how to use his power. And by power, you meant his undeniable attractiveness.

You rolled your eyes while you were about to walk away when you felt her grip your arm and hold you back from your escape, “Listen, I see how you look at him. Clearly, everyone sees how he looks at you too.”

“You know it’s not that easy, Lena.”

“I know, Y/N. But it’s been years. Are you sure about this?”

It was true, and Lena knew that too. After you fell out, Lena was there. She was like your sister who was kind enough to let you share a room in her tiny apartment when you were first starting with your career. Eventually, she and her boyfriend decided to settle down and you knew better than to be the extra person in the house. Besides, by the time they tied the knot, you were making enough to be one of the sponsors to their wedding. Not that you were. You definitely fought for that flower girl spot.

Another thing your best friend was right about was that it indeed had been years since you’d last seen him. Shows and projects from designers all over the world meant you had to go all over the world. Being in the comfort of your home was a luxury.

You never spoke with him all these years but both of you being celebrities meant you did not need to contact him regularly to know how he had been doing. As the highest paid male celebrity who could practically sell out anything with the wide array of talents he possessed, everyone wanted to know him and what he did every minute of every day. And in this day and age, social media gave you a quick run through of how he had been all these years.

When you got the offer to work on this project, however, you never thought you’d be with him. Considering how the two of you worked under the same profession, you knew you’d eventually cross paths with him. A part of you hoped that lady luck may be on your side and you’d never have to encounter him until you signed your retirement papers. It took a lot of convincing and reasoning from your agency before they got you to agree. Oddly enough, they were saying the other party was eager to make this happen. Very odd, as you knew, both of you were on the same page when it came to avoiding each other like the plague. Confrontation was never one of your best assets.

“Alright!! Places everyone!!”

The photoshoot director’s voice boomed throughout the studio before you could even come up with an answer to Lena’s question.

When am I ever sure of anything?

You walked up to the set to find him already standing in position. He was leaning against the background with both of his hands in his slacks’ pockets. He wore a three piece suit which emphasized his broad figure and looked like a gentleman any woman would not hesitate to go on a date with.

If stares could melt, you would have turned into a puddle right there and then. He would’ve probably been turned into one too. Unbeknownst to you, you have been staring at him since you laid your eyes on him. You would never get tired of looking at him. He was, after all and despite everything that had happened, one of the most gorgeous pieces of work you had ever laid your eyes on.

You cleared your throat because of your apparently watering mouth, and quickly made your way to where he was; not wanting the rest of the staff to notice the tension between the two of you. Not that they already had.

“Hello, Y/N.”

He greeted you with a low chuckle. You had felt his gaze never leaving you and it took all the strength in you to avoid locking your eyes with him again.

“Taehyung.”

“Hmm…” he took one step closer next to you and wrapped one arm around your waist, “It’s nice to see you doing well.”

A few moments ago, you’d loved how the cut of this dress fit you, but with the contrasting feeling of his warm, large hand and the cool sensation of the metal pieces around his fingers all on your bare skin, you were starting to shout every curse you knew in your head. Every inch of your skin still craved for his touch. Despite everything that had happened. Despite all the pain he had caused you. As much as you would’ve liked to deny this, your body spoke for yourself and traced the veins on his hand that were resting on the side of his body. Panic washed over you when you realized how desperate you seemed to him. His lips turned into a smirk when he saw your expression, even if it was just for a brief moment.

“You know,” he used the considerable amount of height difference between the two of you to lean down and bring his face closer to yours with his confidence, “every little thing you do speaks louder for you. It’s always been like that with you.”

“You don’t know me anymore, Tae.”

You tried to subtly move yourself away from him. Every movement you made, you tried to incorporate into a pose for the camera that had been taking photos of the two of you since you stood next to each other. That little moment of vulnerability shouldn’t have come back. Not now. Not when all eyes were on both of you, at least. The last thing you needed right now was for every staff member on set to start whispering about whatever it was that was going on between you and Taehyung.

Flash.

“Mhmm… Are you sure about that?”

The first pose had Taehyung wrap one of his arms around your waist. His warm hand was still on your bare skin. Both of you had to face the camera with half-lidded eyes. The expressions on your faces had to show elegance and seduction, two characteristics you did not have a problem to showcase given the situation at hand.

Flash.

“Positive,” you muttered under your breath but it was enough for him to hear.

The director wanted a more intimate pose for the next few shots. Taehyung lifted his free hand to cup a side of your face. His fingers were gracefully spread from your jawline to your neck while the other hand was firmly pressed on the same spot on your waist. You had to crane your neck to the side and so did he to make it look like you were about to share a kiss. Just the thought itself had you feel your whole body shiver with want. You were reminded, yet again, of how addicting his touches were.

Flash.

He still smelt the same as he did back then. He never used any sort of perfume but he covered himself with a strawberry scented body cream that you would never get tired of. Unconsciously, your body moved closer to him. It was a very addicting scent.

“See? Your body still moves as if my voice has strings connected to it.”

Flash.

“Kim Taehyung, we’re working right now.” You gritted the words against your teeth. He was really pushing all your buttons right now and you couldn’t help but drown in his voice.

Flash.

The next pose finally gave you a chance to tear your gaze away from his distracting features. With your back against his chest, you had your arms crossed against your chest while he held your waist from behind. While it did let you steer your eyes away from him, that did not stop his looming presence behind you. Not with his chin resting on your shoulders while he was holding your body against his.

“Speak for yourself, Y/N. We should settle this little feud once and for all, don’t you think?”

“What do you propose?”

Flash.

“You know I live next door. We should… talk.”

You felt his face move closer to yours and at this point, the way his lips were ghosting against the shell of your ear made it impossible to resist the shiver of lust that went through your body.

“And of course, I can’t deny my woman her needs.”

Flash.

“Fine. But I never said I needed something. Or anyone for that matter.”

Just as the photographer shouted the cue that he got all the shots he needed, Taehyung spun you back around to face him and took one of your hands and lifted it, pressing his lips against your knuckles.

His seductive, irresistible eyes never left yours when he whispered, “Hmm… we’ll see, princess.”

Fucking great.

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Despite the bitter end of your relationship, everyone knew how inseparable you and Taehyung were. He would always have his arms wrapped around you. Your hands would always find their way into his. Your eyes and lips were locked with one another every chance you’d gotten. It were those moments of tenderness that drowned your fear and gave you the strength to stand in front of the glass doors leading to where he was.

Blinded by both worry and excitement, you absentmindedly ran out with the dress you were wearing for your shoot. It’s not like you had the time to change anyway. The shoot ended late and the nerves of being alone with him again after such a long time was eating you away.

It only occurred to you how little your attire was serving its purpose when you were standing outside of the building on that cold autumn night. One little thing Taehyung forgot to tell you earlier was how the security in his apartment had changed, so you had to wait for him to come get you from inside.

You could feel every bit of you freeze until you saw a silhouette of a familiar figure running towards you from the side entrance. Relief washed over you the moment he stepped in front of you and took off his coat to wrap it around you.

“I miss you too, but why would you recklessly freeze yourself to death like this?”

Your heart felt full with his gestures and words. It felt like you were a teenager that got confessed to by her first crush. It was invigorating. But you liked it.

“I don’t have the keycard to get in. And I never said I missed you, did I?”

Taehyung quietly let out a sigh at your remark and took your hand into his. Without words, you followed him through the doors and across the empty glamorous lobby.

You had been to this building a number of times and the beautiful architecture and design never failed to amaze you. When you reached the elevator hallway, worry started to wash over you since it finally occurred to you how silent Taehyung had been the whole entire time. Not once had he spoken a word, nor had he ever looked at you.

Another resident rushed into the elevator with the two of you. As if on instinct, you were going to let go of his hand to protect either one of you from rumors but Taehyung’s grip on yours grew tighter. When the stranger finally got off his floor and the doors closed, leaving the two of you alone once more, you heard his voice for the first time since you entered the building.

“I know. I really missed you too.”

You looked up to him and realized he was giving you a reassuring smile when he said that.

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The moment his private elevator reached the entrance to his penthouse suite, you felt your body being pushed out of the confined space and slammed against the nearest marble wall. Dull pain ran through your back as it hit the cold, hard surface.

It was a good thing his hand caught your head before you reflexively threw it back because of the pleasure he was giving you. You arched your back as you felt his wet lips press against the sensitive skin behind your ear. The pressure against it grew along with the clothed erection he was continuously grinding against your own.

“Tae… My feet hurt. Can we go to your bed or wherever it is you can fuck me comfortably?”

The sound of ripping fabric was the only audible reply you were given along with the fresh stinging sensation of Taehyung’s fingers scratching the skin of your outer thigh.

“Really, princess? You’re whining already?”

“Tell you what…” he continued, “You’re not taking those shoes off unless I say so. That is, if I ever feel like letting you remove them.”

“But--”

“Are you seriously going to say more?”

“No.”

You felt his fingers subtly trace the outline of your waist and slowly make its way up to your chin. As soft and as soothing his touch was, Taehyung was always known for his complex duality. He was no different when it came to your activities. The same gentle fingers running along your skin took hold of your jaw, gripping it tight, leaving you with no choice but to look into his eyes.

“‘No’ what?”

“No, sir.”

“Perfect.”

You were ready to feel him slide his tongue back into your mouth while pressing you tightly against the wall behind you. These expectations were left as it is when he simply left a chaste kiss on your lips and walked away, taking all the warmth you felt with him.

It was when he walked away, however, were you faced with how you looked right there and then. Your pantyhose was a disaster. Not to mention your hair and makeup: the red lipstick smothered away from where it was supposed to be and your hair looked as if you had just woken up from a sleep where you went from one side of the bed to the other multiple times throughout the night. A mess. And to point out, you hadn’t even reached his bedroom yet.

Your eyes drifted away from the full length mirrors in front of you to Taehyung’s back as he made his way to where his kitchen was.

You watched him walk up to his refrigerator and turn back around with a bottle of red wine in his right hand. He placed it on top of the black marble counter that separated the kitchen space from the dining area while searching for something in the cabinets next to him. He grabbed a crystal wine glass and filled it a quarter full before bringing the glass up to his lips.

It was like you were stuck on the wall where he’d left you and were only watching him in silence the entire time. Your body decided to play his game and craved for him to command you as much as it craved for him to fuck you senseless that night.

“Princess,” his eyes shifted from the swirling wine in his glass to your eyes, one eyebrow raised as soon as he did, “you’re really disappointing me tonight. I know it has been a while, but are you just going to stand there or do I have to spell out every little thing I expected you to be doing by now?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

The sound of your heels was the only thing that filled the air as you walked up to where he was standing. You could see the way Taehyung kept his eyes on you even while he was drinking from his glass. When you finally stood next to where he was, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

He settled the glass of wine he had on the counter to tuck all of your long hair to one side, exposing your ear and your neck. He brought his lips to lightly touch the skin behind your ear; his breath was stable and it tickled and aroused you at the same time.

“Back there, you were talking about going to my bedroom.”

You felt the hand that was on your waist slowly make its way up to your side and eventually reach the part of your dress that kept the material on you. With much care and precision, he slid down the zipper of your dress until it was open enough to slide off of your body.

“Who the hell said we were going there tonight?” his eyes were trained on you while he said this.

“What do you--”

Your sentence was cut short when he suddenly dropped to his knees and grabbed either side of your hips with both of his hands. His lips were sucking every inch of the sensitive skin between your thighs.

He then continued to use both his tongue and lips until they landed just above the waistband of your underwear: the only garment on your body other than your awfully painful heels. You felt his teeth bite on the garment and slide one side down your leg. However, being the impatient man that he was, he used his hands to get rid of the fabric completely.

“I’m still debating whether or not we’ll get there. But for now, this counter is pretty steady.”

He stood back up and held your hips to help you get yourself up on the kitchen counter. The cold marble felt electrifying when it touched the skin of your bare ass. However, warmth filled you right away when Taehyung’s hand was on either of your thighs, soothing you.

“Now, spread those legs for me, princess.”

It goes without question. Your body moved to his command like a servant would follow its master. His hands travelled from your thighs to either side of your hips to pull you close to the edge of the counter. Your legs spread even wider to accommodate him. The feeling of his pulsating dick underneath the layer of clothes he had on against your bare pussy had you closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

“Sshhhh… look at me.”

One of his hands was at the back of your neck, supporting your head to look at him. His eyes were full of lust and seduction. They were filled with want. His lips were slightly parted and he was breathing at a rapid yet steady pace: a trait he had whenever he was totally aroused. All that was running across your thoughts at that time was the fact that you wanted to give him everything. Besides, giving him what he wanted was also giving yourself what you longed for.

“Tae…” you brought your arms up over his shoulders and around his neck to bring him closer than he already was. Your lips were merely less than an inch away from each other when you spoke under your breath, eyes never leaving his… “Don’t look at me like that if you’re not going to take me to bed.”

“We’ll get there… but I really want you now. Please tell me you want me now too.”

Talking like that made both of you impatient. Desperation made your lips crash with each others’. His mouth tasted even more addicting with the mix of the wine he’d just drunk. The taste made you suck on his tongue and bite his lips every chance you got. Your hands were moving faster than your thoughts too. They were flying over his torso, unbuckling Taehyung’s belt and popping the buttons off his pants open. Taehyung had to pull you by your hair to break the kiss and tell you how impatient you were getting.

“Princess, please…” he attached his lips up your neck and sucked on the skin harshly, “let me have you, now.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t help but agree to his whims. His lips were tracing down your body, leaving different shades of pink and purple on the spots of your body that he used to mark a long time ago as well. He eventually reached your aching core and you felt his presence when he mercilessly licked a stripe up your lower lips.

Without hesitation, you opened your legs further to give him more room. The heels of your shoes were digging his shoulders while his arms hugged your thighs open. You did not know where to grip your hands on to but you decided to not let yourself fall off the counter, so you held onto the edge of the marble top like your life depended on it. The heat, this position, it was too much.

Your head fell back and you let out with a whisper, “I’ve always been yours, Tae-bear”.

It was a mistake. A slip of the tongue. You were about to succumb into panic because you knew he’d heard you. He paused and his breath stilled at the same time yours did.

All of your impending anxiety was washed away when you felt his lips attach themselves on your engorged clit. He gathered your sensitive nerves in his mouth as if sucking all of it out of you. He was alternating between sucking your clit and lapping up your juices. You reached out one of your hands to grab his hair because of the ecstasy he was giving you. Slightly sitting up, you opened your eyes to see him looking up at you as he drank in all of you. The visual and the actual sensations he was making you feel were enough to send you to the edge.

“Tae… I’m…”

You couldn’t even complete your words. You were too out of breath to do so. Having him hum against you in agreement did not help either. You knew that was his way of telling you to go ahead and let yourself loose.

And so you did.

You let the stars take over your vision as your release washed your core and Taehyung’s mouth. Without hesitation, he sucked every bit of it, like a man starved.

“Perfect. Always so perfect.”

He stood up and wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. You would never get tired of seeing him like this.

He helped you off of the counter and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and all you could hear were your pants and breaths.

It felt… very intimate. Not that level of intimacy was something you should’ve been worried about at this point. But that kiss, this moment, felt very personal that you felt flutters in your chest.

Taehyung pulled back and walked towards the door to his bedroom. He was shedding every piece of clothing he had on and was about to enter when he noticed he never heard you follow him.

“Are you seriously still waiting for an invitation, princess?”

He took off his boxers and motioned for you to come into his room. You almost had to stop yourself from gaping at him and that you could only wish time could stand still so he wouldn’t notice how you loved staring at his beauty.

“I thought you said we’re not going to your bedroom?”

“I said I was debating. And now, I’ve come to a decision. Don’t get so cocky.”

You felt a hard slap against your bare ass when he said the last word. And that’s when you saw it. One of the first things you found in his room was the full body mirror that served as his closet doors.

Your body was full of marks. Full of his marks. From behind you, you saw him rub the back of his neck with his hand.

“Right… sorry. Don’t think you can do any shoots showing too much skin for the next few days.”

This. This was the man you’d fallen in love with. The man in your memories. You walked up to him and touched his cheek with one of your hands. He immediately held onto that hand and kissed it. He grabbed you by your waist and spun you around with your back facing his bed. Before being able to push you down the soft mattress, your eyes grew twice their size upon seeing Taehyung’s back in the mirror.

“Tae! I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you say anything, you idiot?!”

He gave you a puzzled look before turning his head to the side to look at the mirror. His back had blotches of red. Some drips of dried blood were coming from two spots right around either of his shoulders. You must have dug those stilettos too hard.

“I really don’t care,” he went back to facing you while his other hand went up to caress your cheek, making your eyes swim back into his own, “you, of all people, should know this isn’t something new to me.”

“But---”

Before you could even continue, he closed the small distance between the two of you. His lips felt like fire against yours and everything else just burned down with it. He gently pushed his weight on yours, making both of your bodies rest on the soft mattress beneath you. He was caring throughout, so much contrasting with how he’d presented himself when the night had begun.

With this momentum, you took the chance to switch the tables. You suddenly had a huge rush to take over and just like how it had always been with you two, he seemed to have the same idea in mind.

He grasped either side of your hips as you wrapped a hand around his throbbing length. Without breaking your eye contact with him, you took him in slowly while drawing out the sweetest of moans. It always felt right when you were together like this.

If only these moments would last.

From beneath you, Taehyung looked as fucked out as you hoped he would be. You were both chanting each other’s names while you rode him through ecstasy. Your eyes never left his and during the highs of your intimacy, it always felt as if you were both swimming in each other’s souls.

This time, however, you felt it. That undeniable sadness. You both longed for each other and here you were. But you knew, you both knew, that you could never call each other your home anymore.

You didn’t realize the emotions overwhelming you until you felt him cup one of your cheeks with his hand. He used his thumb to brush off the tear that managed to build up and creep down the side of your face.

“Oh shit…” you breathed out while resting your forehead against his shoulders. He took the chance to take over and held onto your waist, thrusting into you at the speed and precision that you knew would make both of you finally reach your breaking points.

“Yes, princess. Let go. It’s time for me to do the same.”

The way he said those words made you feel so much more than it should have. You tried your hardest to focus on the pressure that was building up in your stomach. You only needed a bit more to let it reach the tipping point.

Let go. Both of you should let go.

The moment you felt your walls spasm was the same time you felt him coat your insides with his warmth as well. You couldn’t move. Not only because of physical exhaustion, but you knew that moving meant it was time to face the inevitable. You were ready… but at the same time you were not.

You couldn’t even lift your head. The feeling of your bare self pressed against his was familiar. And you couldn’t help but think of how much you missed it, of how much you missed him. You wanted to stay like this but you knew you shouldn’t.

With all the courage you had left, you slowly tried to sit back up until you felt him wrap his arms around you. His fingers drew circles on your back and that’s when you realized he was thinking the same thing. You were both holding back tears when he muttered under his breath.

“One last time. Let me hold you like this.”

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a/n: I was going to add a little bit more in the end but I guess I'm a sucker for open endings. I'm hoping to post more stuff soon. Please let me know what you guys think? And thank you for reading!!!

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will be spamming today since that stupid queue didn't work 🤡

okay Dee Dee why u gotta hurt me like this

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and yes NEXT, I WANT HIM TO BE IN PAIN WHEN HE SEES HER WITH SOMEONE ELSE 😤

Damage: The End || KSJ

This story is rated M for Mature, and also contains dark themes, please proceed with caution. All readers under the age of 18 should stop reading here and exit this blog. You have been warned.

◈ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

◈ Genre/AU: angst, future smut, MafiaAU, Strangers to ??, FWB

◈ Rating: R

◈ Summary: “…with me you know you could do damage.”

◈ Word Count: 0.7k

◈ Warnings:  just some swearing, mentions smut, the morning after a hookup, dark themes

◈ A/N: This little drabble though! Because I’m tired of y’all playing with Jin up in here. That man is hot!!!  I just wanted to write for myself, I needed a break. This is what I came up with. It was inspired by the song Damage by H.E.R. Thank you @sunshinejunghoseokie​ for looking over this for me. Hope you all enjoy.

You know that gut feeling you always have when something’s up? The one where you know something isn’t right? Well, Seokjin has that feeling at this very moment—and for good reason. He’s not in his own bed, and if he’s not in his bed, that means he isn’t at home. And if he isn’t at home, then that means….

“If you got it, it ain’t no question….”

Seokjin sits up immediately, the sun almost blinding him when he opens his eyes too quickly, the heavenly smell of food cooking somewhere filling his nostrils. He’s heard that song before; you and Taehyung are the only two people he knows who listen to H.E.R., and this isn’t Taehyung’s apartment. He spent the night here, with you.

“All night you could be….”

He can hear your voice singing with the music. You sound amazing, and you probably aren’t even trying. He must be imagining this. He has to be dreaming—because Seokjin never sleeps over. Never.

“Telling me lies…."  "Making me cry…."  "Wasting my time….”

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HOMIE? THE WAY IT GRIPPED ME RIGHT FROM THE START TILL THE END?? 🥵🔥

fr tho like holyfuck im speechless and damn this might be short but i think its the fastest i read i swear like in one breathing ✋

there's something in your writing where i feel like im being carried by the gust of wind homie (idk if it makes sense) AND PLS THIS MOODBOARD'S SO SEXY AIQOEHWBWIHDHD

with him. (m) | hyung line

title: with him. (m) pairing: hyung line x reader(f) genre/rating: 18+ ; smut word count: 1.2k summary: in which you remember all the ones before him. warnings: language, house party, penetration, oral, breast play, sl*t/wh*re nicknames notes: this is just a quickie for the wonderful hyung line enthusiast @joheunsaram​ !! i don’t know what came over me bc this just.. produced itself, so happy birthday LOL i hope you like it! if you don’t, you can crumple it, chuck it in the bin, and pretend this never happened sdjklfsd. also, all pics other than the boys can be found on my aesthetic blog @brandisher​ 🤎

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With Hoseok, it started as a blur and ended as a blur. 

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HAHHAAHAHA Did I really read this after having the BTS Meal again? Y E S

Aside from the funny banter between them both, what I really like was how OC asked for Jungkook’s consent. Most boys always get surprised when girls ask them because it’s always been given that they’re the ones who always ask first (unless if they’re not in the lead? sort of?).

But SHISHTER this one is a creative fic with the menu + the H O T damn scenes with a realistic ending (fr if Reader was me I would probably move to MA so I can see him more 🤡)

@ddaechwita WELL FUCK THAT BANNER BE SEXY CHELLE 🥵

mcd*ckin | jungkook | m

snippet: “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, pwp

au: fast food worker jungkook, customer y/n, slice of life, strangers to lovers

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 10.9k

warnings: swearing, disrespecting the workplace, vandalism???, jungkook has tattoos, 

sexual warnings: hair pulling, oral (male and female receiving), use of food: whipped cream, cherries, sweet and sour sauce, ketchup, mustard. public indecency, public sex, good ol’ bush appreciation, no protection, fingering, lots of moaning and stickiness, choking, digit sucking, thigh slapping, jungkook commands a bit, nude photos on the ordering menu, nipple suckling, unprotected penetration, slight roleplay? (if you squint), big girthy jungkook cock :) light dirty talk,

a/n: the biggest thank you to my top supporters @searchingtae @parksfilter and @hobiglow!! i couldn’t have done this without you guys! and thank you to lainey for betaing this for me!! :( ilysm. 

a/n2: 05/26/21:THE BIGGEST THANK YOU TO CHELLE @ddaechwita FOR GIVING THIS JUICY BOY A BRAND NEW BANNER!!! ilysm chelle thank you sososososo much from the bottom of my heart. you are insanely talented and really truly captured the essence of this fic with your banner. i cannot thank you enough

this is a part of the fast f*cking food collab! 

Work today was more hellish than normal.

The clients at the law firm seemed whinier, your coworkers flakier, and your patience non-existent. You’re in no way a prestigious, high level lawyer, and yet everyone around you seems to think they can expect you to act like one without the title or the pay. Shit, even your boss asked if you could count today’s numbers for her and you just had to swallow your laughter. In reality, you’re just a lowly Trial Lawyer trying to make by, but here is everyone else expecting you to be the number cruncher and the filer.

It’s not like you don’t want the responsibility or the tasks. It just sucks that this job is a filler one. It’s not a career and you don’t plan on staying here for five plus years unlike SOME (okay most) of your coworkers. Your dream job is going into criminal law, but…it’s also every other lawyer’s. All you know is you don’t want to be a Trial Lawyer for much longer. There have been too many times where you’ve almost dozed off in court, and that could really leave a mark on your reputation.

There’s only one thing that will help you unwind at this point: the McDonald’s drive through guy.

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