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✘ ▬ Précis: He was always seen as the charming bad boy on campus, he got everything that he had ever wanted and this time the charmer has set his eyes on you.

✘ ▬ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x pocfem!Reader.

✘ ▬ Genre: Smut. (18+ only, minors dni.)

✘ ▬ AU: College, badboy.

✘ ▬ Warnings: Fluff (squint to see it) size kink, body worship, protected sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex ( female receiving ) use of pet names such as pretty girl, softdom!hyunjin, reader is the shy new girl on campus, and slight mentions of aftercare.

✘ ▬ Word Count: 5.227k. (Pls, I honestly wanted it to be shorter lol.)

✘ ▬ Writers Note: All likes, reblogs (please reblog it means a lot), and comments are welcomed and appreciated. As a writer, it feels good to know that someone actually enjoys your writing.

YOU CAN'T RESIST IT

Being a new girl is never easy, especially when it comes to transferring to a new college. You dreaded the day that your father’s superior had asked him to relocate to the Seoul Military base in South Korea. You had the choice of staying behind but life would have been so boring without your parents by your side. You had always been that girl that collected pins and took pictures of plants and the sky.

The one to volunteer and answer every single question that was asked in class. The world felt so big but in reality you were this small little speck in the middle of it all. The realization of a new life set in nearly four months into living in a new city.

This never ending delusion that maybe you would wake up from this unfortunate nightmare and appear back home in California but nope you were still here. You evaded everyone the moment you had started anew at Seoul University.

You blended into the scene better than you expected to, the tension of being one out of a handful of girls with brown skin slowly started to slip away. People always asked you questions about your curly hair or your wide hips, but never to the point where you felt uncomfortable.

Your plans of remaining invisible abruptly ended the moment a partnered project was announced in your business marketing class. You were tasked with coming up with a simple business proposal for a new product. The work was easy enough but it was actually getting the nerve to talk to someone that troubled you.

That curse of being the shy girl never seemed to escape you, everyone around you seemed to merge together into their partnerships without an ounce of hesitation. You were prepared to work alone when you noticed that the only person left was you until the door of the classroom slid open.

In walked him, Hwang Hyunjin, the constant talk of the campus no matter where you went. He was described as a tall god with striking features and legs that could run for days. He was the epitome of sex appeal and the very definition of the boy you never bring home to your parents and to your dismay he was unfortunately partnered with you.

The lack of care on his face as he got reprimanded for being late made you wonder, why would anyone enjoy the public embarrassment of being scolded by a professor let alone by any adult. But, she reminded herself that she shouldn’t judge, she shouldn’t pretend to know anything about Hyunjin other than what she hears in passing across the campus.

You could already hear the hushed and whispered murmurs of how jealous the girls in the room appeared to be. Eyes were rolling, teeth were sucked and you couldn’t understand what the animosity was about. He was just some guy and you were just some shy girl that he would barely show any interest in anyway.

The moment he sat down beside you it was like the calm sense of zen around you was being penetrated by the rays of his sizzling aura. He gave off this cold but calm demeanor that had chills rolling up your spine. You cleared your throat and looked over at him.”H-hi, um, I’m y/n and I was hoping that we could get started as soon as possible. I can do most of the w…”

You instantly stopped talking the moment he had started to laugh. You didn’t understand what was so funny about this project so you blinked and looked at him with curious eyes before he uttered his first words to you.”Woah, so quick to get down to business I like a woman who can get to the point but actually, I have a better idea. How about we work on this project together? Say at my house, tomorrow around 17:00? I’ll see you then, pretty girl. And, oh, I’m Hyunjin, it’s a pleasure.”

He didn’t give you enough time to respond before he took a page out of his notebook, writing down his address and his cellphone number. He placed it into the palm of your hand the moment the dismissal bell had rung. You gave him a simple nod, the words to speak seeming to have gotten stuck in your throat. You placed the paper into your binder, your mind buzzing, does he really think you're pretty?

You’ve never been to anyone's house alone before let alone the home of a guy. You stuffed your books into your bag, watching as he got up and walked away to immerse himself in a conversation with his friends. A soft sigh escaped your heart shaped pouts as you left the classroom, spending the remainder of your day in the library.

The time you had spent alone left you wondering or more like worrying about what would happen tomorrow. You’ve heard so many rumors about the women and even men that Hyunjin had slept with that you were nervous about showing up in the first place. You had one sexual encounter in your life and it honestly sucked because you both didn’t know what to do. Maybe, just maybe, you would get to experience real passion with him.

It suddenly felt like the heat had gotten turned up an extra notch, your neck and cheeks burning with embarrassment. You couldn’t see it but you knew that you probably looked like a hot, nervous wreck. You absentmindedly chewed on the eraser of your pencil not even realizing that a pair of eyes were burning into your face from the other side of the library.

The room had gotten smaller the moment your eyes raised and you caught the gaze of the man that was clouding your sultry day dreams. A small sinister smirk was spread across his lips, the bangs of his blonde hair cascaded over his eyes. His tongue circled the lollipop that occupied his mouth. A part of you wished that it were you, sucking him off like he had the last lollipop in the world.

But, no, what’s wrong with you? You don’t think like that, you should never think like that. All it took was to be in the headlights of a wolf to send you into a downward spiral of sexual curiosity. You had every means of looking away but you were stuck. You couldn’t resist it, you couldn’t resist him. You wanted a taste of whatever he had to offer.

EVEN WHEN YOU STRUGGLE

Your bed moved and creaked, your brown orbs peering up to stare at Hyunjin in the dark. Your small hand moving along the expanse of his chest, fuck, he was so perfect and he was in your bed. He gave you a look of pure hunger, his head dropping down in between your legs.

Your back arched at the first stripe of his tongue, a shaky moan falling from your pouts as he pinned your legs to the mattress. You laid there as he ate you like you were his very last meal, his tongue finding every ridge of your walls. You were so close to that point of nearly exploding but the sudden loud, pound of an alarm tore it away from you.

Your eyes instantly shot open as the sun rays peaked in through your curtains. Your heart pounding as you laid there in a pool of your own sweat and juices. A dream, it was a fucking dream and you were torn between being mad at yourself for not being able to finish or for even thinking that such a thing could happen in the first place.

Even when you struggle to come to terms with your current dilemma you can only circle back to how excited you were to see Hyunjin today. You turned off your alarm and sighed as you crawled out of your bed, pulling off the sheets and comforters before tossing them into the hamper alongside your bathroom.

You had a few hours to submerge yourself in a bit of self care but really you just wanted to impress him. This was all supposed to be about a project, and it still was but was it a really bad thing if you ended up getting something more out of this? You bit your bottom lip and shook the thoughts from your head.

You drew yourself a bath, throwing in assorted rose petals and a vanilla scented bath bomb. You stripped out of your pajamas, stepping into the steeping hot water. A sigh of pleasure consuming you as your body sunk down underneath the water and bubbles. You hummed and wiggled your toes, listening to the random tunes playing in your head.

You spent the next hour cutting your nails and shaving every place in sight that appeared to have had hair on it. You scrubbed your body from head to toe before rinsing off, you stepped out of the tub, wrapping your towel tightly around your frame. You took a moment to look into the mirror, smiling as you whispered to yourself.”Pretty girl.” You never never thought you would care about any compliment coming from any man but it meant more now because it came from him.

You pulled your hair up into a ponytail, lathering your curls with oil and moisturizer. Your hips swaying side to side, getting more anxious as the clock ticks by. You applied a light layer of lip gloss, not having the care to actually put on a full face of makeup. If anything you’d prefer to like you for who you are without it. You quickly walked out of the bathroom and over to the outfit you had laid out the night before.

A thin pair of sheer beige panties being pulled up your legs and over your hips, along with a matching bra. Your eyes kept diverting over to the clock, shit, you had to hurry up. It didn’t matter where you went, being on time has been burned into your skill from all the countless drills your father had forced you to do while growing up. You pulled on the pleated pink skirt and long sleeved beige fitted top. Click Me.

Purse and bag in hand, a few spurts of coco chanel and you were merely running out the door shouting bye to your mother as you passed by her. You typed his address into your phone and found it almost unbelievable that he was no more than a few blocks away. It saved you money rather than having to take the bus. You turned the corner onto his street and bam! The nervousness kicked in, every step you took the more you started to second guess everything.

You stood in front of his door, sucking in deep breaths, assuring yourself that everything is going to be okay. It’s just a school project with the hottest guy on campus, no biggie. You raised your hand and pressed the doorbell. Moving back and forth on your heels before the sound of a lock clicked and the door came swinging open. Of course, he would be standing there shirtless with the most angelic smile on his face. Fuck, you were screwed.

YOU’LL DANCE TO MY SPELL

“Y/N, you made it and you wore a skirt just for me, hm?” He chuckled as he ran a hand through his blonde tresses, stepping to the side as he motioned for you to come in. You nervously stepped inside, trying your hardest to keep your cool. He wasn’t wrong you did wear this skirt for him, you just weren’t prepared to be met with defined muscles and a pair of abs.

“Y-you have a nice place, do you live alone?” You smiled as you completely diverted his initial question. You took your shoes off at the door, turning to slowly ascend deeper into his domain. The house was surprisingly clean, and smelled like fresh linens. You could feel the shift in the air around you, the hairs sticking up on the back of your neck. It was clear that he was standing right behind you and the direct hit of his breath confirmed that.

“Thank you and no, I told my roommates to find somewhere else to stay for the night. I didn't want anyone to interrupt us while we worked on our project.” A smirk spread across his lips, his hand gently brushing along your arm before he walked past you into the kitchen. You were sure that he did that on purpose, you had hoped that he did. You’d take anything he’d give you even if it were a simple touch.

“Oh? You didn’t have to do that on account of me. I’m the stranger in your home. I wouldn't have minded a bit of noise. And, um, are you going to put on a shirt?” Being alone with him ultimately made you feel like him inviting you over wasn’t really about working on this project together. How did he expect you to focus if skin was all you could see.

You strayed behind him, stopping at the counter to watch as he downed a glass of water. His eyes met your own and chuckled.”I wasn't planning on it but I can if it makes you nervous. Do you want anything to drink or eat before we go upstairs?” You instantly shook your head no, your grip on your bags tightening as he headed towards the stairs.

You instinctively followed, staying quiet as you continued to admire everything around you. It must have been nice to live alone. Your parents thought it would have been best for you to live at home since the campus wasn’t too far away. Honestly, it probably wouldn’t have been so hard to make friends if you lived in a dorm but it’s okay being alone wasn’t all that bad.

Hyunjin pushed the door open to his room, stepping to the side to allow you to enter first. That forever feeling of uneasiness festering in your stomach as you walked inside, placing your bags down on the edge of the nearby computer table. The sound of the door closing and locking kicked your nerves into overdrive.”Wow, even your room is clean I feel bad for assuming that all men lived in a pigsty.”

You laughed softly as Hyunjin gave you a playful roll of his eyes, he pulled out the chair for you at the computer desk. You thanked him with a smile before sitting down, breath bitching as he pulled up a chair right alongside you. His body appeared to look twice as big as your own. Sure, your thighs were thicker but everything on Hyunjin seemed to be large, even his pretty hands.

You watched in silence as he pulled up the syllabus for the project; it felt like hours as you both sat there sharing ideas and laughing about how silly the project was. For awhile you felt good, you felt like maybe you were overthinking his motives for inviting you over and basically kicking out his roommates. But, no, you were so wrong. The first two hours were filled with the Angel side of Hyunjin.

By hour three his inner wolf started to show himself, the constant accidental touches and mindless rubbing of your thighs started to feel more like he was testing the waters of where your boundaries lied. Truthfully, you didn’t know where you would say stop or if you truly wanted to. Your throat got dry as you continued to type up the rest of the business proposal. His fingers continued to trace patterns along your skin.``Um, I think we are all done. Do you want to read over it before we send it in?”

“I trust that if you think it’s good then it’s probably perfect, pretty girl. You know I’m surprised that you actually took my offer when I invited you to come over. I’m sure you’ve heard enough about me that you’d get that instinct to stay away. So, why didn’t you?” Hyunjin moved so his large frame was towering over your own, your heart pounding as he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

What were you supposed to say? That a part of you was craving, no yearning to find out what drives everyone on campus crazy? You were at a direct eye level with his waist and you couldn’t stop your eyes from staring at his skin. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed back on the chair, standing up on your feet as your head raised to look at him innocently blurting out something you probably should have kept inside your head.”I -I wanted to see for myself if the rumors were true.”

Of course, he had already known that because before you saw him he had seen you weeks prior for the first time. He watched from afar how hard you worked in every class you had together, how hard it was for you to make friends not because you were some loser but because it’s hard being the new kid he knew that feeling all too well.

He admired how you carried yourself with such divine grace, you were perfect, you were pure and he wanted you more than he had wanted anyone in his life. He’d give anything to wrap his arms around your waist, anything to have his hands on your hips but it would only happen if you truly wanted it to. He would wait even if you weren’t ready. You didn’t know how long it took for you to realize that neither of you said a word until he had finally spoken.”Do you want to?”

His act of gentleness was shocking but it was something that you had appreciated. You chewed on your bottom lip lightly before whispering.”Yes, please..” His mesmerizing orbs stared right into your soul until finally the soft flower petals that were his lips graced your own with a warm, passionate kiss. His large hands found their place on your hips, slowly guiding you backwards towards his bed. Your curious eyes of what was next made you look all the more beautiful to him.

You were a blank canvas that he was looking forward to putting his paint on. He lifted you up off your feet, lightly dropping you down on a plush comforter. His body slotted in between your legs, your skirt riding up with every move that he had made.”Can I take this off?” His fingers hovered over the band of your skirt, you smiled before giving him a nod. His pearly whites showed as he happily slid your pink pleated skirt down your hips and off your legs.

You honestly couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Your mind spinning as you both undressed one another. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, as he whispered. You are perfect.” You had every means of giving him a compliment of your own but you were distracted by what lived in between his legs. You gulped, wondering how something that big would even fit inside of you.

You watched as his hands gently moved along your brown skin, touching you like you were a vase that could be easily shattered. A soft gasp sounded out as his thumbs ran over your nipples, his lips dropped to your neck as he had slowly worshiped your flesh. Kisses were planted along the entirety of your chest, love bites being left behind that you’d surely have to cover with makeup the next day. Your moans filled his ears which sent a direct signal to his aching cock that wanted nothing more to be wrapped and covered with the juices that your jewel had to offer.

You were on the obvious side of being inexperienced and that sudden bubble of anxiousness appeared on your face once again. What if you do something wrong, what if he doesn’t enjoy you and he never speaks to you again? Your brows furrowed as you had an inner battle with yourself yet again, but of course, Hyunjin could read you like a book, like he could already tell what you were thinking. You eyes shot back down to meet his own, watching as he slowly moved down to rest on his knees. His hands ran along the outframe of your calves, as he lifted your leg and brought it to his lips.

His eyes stared down into your own as he kissed and licked at your ankle, his tongue running up the base of your leg slowly. Your body shuddered a low moan escaping your lips as your fingers gripped at the sheets. You were passed the point of being needy, even though it didn’t show on your face your pussy had told another story. The way his lips moved along your skin it made you want to beg him to hurry up and fuck you, but no, you had a feeling he was a man that didn’t particularly liked to be rushed.

This entire situation was a bit too surreal for you to truly grasp, but it didn't mean you were going to stop yourself from enjoying it. "Tell me what you're thinking." Hyunjin whispered against your skin, looking up at you with hooded eyes. His words were soft but his tone had a hidden edge to it, enough to keep you on your toes wanting to know more about what’s hidden behind that handsome, devilish face. “I'm trying to convince myself that this is real, that you are actually here and it’s not in my head." You replied, burying your face into your hands, your lack of confidence in yourself was truly going to be the death of you.

It took you a second to collect yourself before your hands slowly slid off your face, watching him look at you with such adoration, it almost felt like it was just too much. You sucked in a light breath before rambling on."That I'm not just dreaming it all." Hyunjin had chuckled softly yet condescendingly. His hands never stopped their adventure across your skin, but he had paused the ministrations from his lips in favor of nuzzling his cheek against your calf, smiling down at you giddily.

"You want to know if I'm real, pretty girl?" He asked, his eyes darkening. In quick fashion, he slid a hand down your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your eyes trailed down with his movements, but he kept his gaze trained on your face. He pressed a single digit against your clit, moving it in slow, taunting circular motions. You whimpered, embarrassed with the sounds coming from your wetness. "Mm, sounds pretty real to me, but I can't be so sure. Does it feel real?" You were too flustered to answer, and you wondered if you would ever be able to face him on campus after this.

Although he was the one giving, the act of pleasuring you was enough to shoot pangs of arousal down his own body, his cock resting heavily against your thigh. It was then that you were reminded of his own pleasure, of the fact that he was seeking intimacy, so you raked a hand down the side of his torso until you boldly grasped his length. He hissed against your skin, dropping his head onto your chest. You were basking in his pleasure, but it was taken away from you much too soon. "Patience, pretty girl.” Hyunjin teased, pulling away from you and your heavenly grip so he could travel further down the bed, ignoring your obvious disappointment.

From his new view, he could truly admire your beautiful, rich skin under the moonlight cascading through the window. He was ready to act upon what had been occupying his mind since he had first laid his eyes on you. He spent weeks thinking about what it would be like to have you under him, and he had finally gotten that chance "Ready?" He asked, and you nodded intently. Not a second more ticked by before he dove into your heat impatiently. You let out a choked moan, writhing under him. He used both arms to secure your hips in place devouring you without mercy. The inability to move somehow heightened your pleasure.

The added stimulation of his fingers moving within you sent you into a frenzy, your hips rolled as your legs began to shake. Moan after moan floated out into the quiet air around you. His intention of making sure you came from the act of his mouth for the first time tonight became his sole mission. This was nothing compared to the toys you had been using back at home. You were slowly starting to think that Hyunjin would be your new addiction, the urge to sit on his face would cloud your dreams every night.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, that familiar knot forming in your stomach. He watched you in amazement, as he sucked on your clit roughly, increasing the speed of his fingers as they flexed and rubbed against your walls. That was all it took for you to see the shiny white and black stars before you exploded all over his fingers. Your body twitched as you whined, trying your hardest to catch your breath as he licked you clean.

You were downright exhausted from your first mind blowing orgasm, not knowing if you’d be able to withstand yet another one. All you could do was admire him in his naked glory, his cock standing tall at attention. Hyunjin’s brows raised, watching as you eyed his hard cock with a twinkle in your eyes. “See something you like?" You nearly drooled as you nodded quickly to question. "Hands and knees." He uttered sternly, there was a hungry look in his eyes that was more than enough to get his order across. You shifted onto shaky limbs but followed his command obediently, putting your entire pussy on display for him. He groaned at the way your entrance sporadically clenched around nothing in anticipation and excitement.

Hyunjin reached over to pull open the desk alongside his bed open, pulling out a condom. He skillfully tore open the package, rolling the rubber down over his shaft. He hummed before, dipping his fingers between your folds, collecting your abundant arousal using it to stroke his cock a few times in preparation. You trembled beneath him as he pressed the head of his length to your awaiting hole, your hips moved forward involuntarily gasping as the thick of his head pushed in. Your hands gripped at the sheets as you waited to be impaled, the very thought of being split open becoming more of a reality as his hips slowly rolled forward.

You were surprised at his gentleness, but you were too quick to judge. The moment he allowed you to adjust without warning, his hands met your hips in an iron grip, he pulled out to the tip before slamming hips forward, he watched as your walls sucked in every inch of his cock. He chewed on his lip and groaned knowing that he probably wouldn’t last long this round, you clung to him like a vice. Every roll of his hips sent you both into your own fit of moans and groans. It was an understatement to say you loved the way his cock glided along your velvety walls. The moment he found his desired pace you shot up into the land of euphoria.

The sounds of your skin smacking against one another filled the air, as you cried and pleaded for more. This was exactly what everyone bragged about, he was professionally skilled in the act of sex. He knew what spots to hit and how deep to go to have you instantly coming undone for the second time that night. You were slightly embarrassed for cumming so quickly again but the way he fucked you it felt almost impossible to hold in for long. His hand moved up your spine and found purchase on your shoulder. He watched in awe as your hips moved to match the pace of his thrusts.

Your lewd moans awakened a beast within him, as he pushed your face into the pillow, his hand moving to lightly wrap around your neck. Your walls clenched as he abused your pussy, the harsh slap of his pelvis against your ass was going to be a long lasting memory that would be burned into your brain forever. Hyunjin sounded so beautiful with every sound of pleasure that left his lips. His thrusts faltered before he abruptly came to a stop. He rolled you over onto your stomach, and your heart pounded as you gazed into his eyes that were laced with lust.

He pulled your hips forward, as he towered over you. Leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss before guiding his cock back inside your pussy. You both shared a moan as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes. Your eyes rolling as your nails dragged along his back. Every moment of this was perfect, you took notice of the sweat that formed on his forward. His will to hold on being chipped away as your walls clamped down around him.”F-fuck, keep doing that.” He muttered out as his fingers found their way back to your clit.

Your face contorted as you moaned, the angle of his hips changing as he drove his cock to slam against the surface of your cervix. A loud scream mixed with pain and pleasure escaped you as you started to see those pretty stars once more. You could tell that Hyunjin was close to cumming himself, the pitch of his groans getting higher as he continued to work your clit in tune with the rough snap of his hips. He shuddered as his head fell down to burrow itself in your neck. Your walls clenched once more and that thin rope you were both riding had snapped.

The air erupted in moans and groans as you came all over his cock, one more stroke of his hips and he came undone in the condom. You both laid there in silence, panting as you both caught your breaths. Hyunjin’s rough demeanor instantly changed as he slowly pulled out of you and collapsed beside your frame. His hands ran through his blonde tresses as he looked over at you.”Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I ?” He asked with genuine care in his eyes. You chewed on your lip and smiled, leaning forward to peck at his lips before whispering.”No, it was perfect, you perfect.”

You spent the rest of the night dreading the thought of having to go home the next morning to explain to your parents why you didn’t at least let them know you were safe. But, truly they had nothing to worry about. The safest you ever felt was now in the arms of the resident bad boy who appeared to have a warm heart wrapped in gold. His hands rubbed at your thighs, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead as he made sure you were truly okay before he watched you drift off to sleep in his arms.

∗ —— ❝ I’m honestly surprised that I was able to write this in a day and half but I’m proud of it! And, I hope everyone enjoys it. Comments and reblogs will be truly appreciated. 🤍☁️

Little Dove ~ JJK [Part Three] [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 3.3K

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader 

⤜GENRE: PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU’RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, smut, angst, cock warming, intimate, romantic, sex without protection (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2022

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Parts [ONE] [TWO]

A/N: After this one I will no longer be writing for this fic I hope you understand. I just feel its reached a finale and I don’t want to keep pushing it further than I have. Thanks x 

To say that seeing you with Felix a lot was bugging Jungkook would be a complete understatement. The biggest understatement of the year. In fact, it was pissing him off to high heavens to see you being around him so much. Jungkook didn’t seem to understand what it was about Felix that made you stay around him so much. 

Ever since Chi had left the two of you he’d been on you like a second skin, always wanting to be around you. Always asking about what plans you had and wanting to be around you 24 hours a day which was damn near impossible but he tried. 

“Are you okay?” Felix’s voice was laced with concern, you’d been checking your phone non-stop since coming to town together. It was supposed to be a relaxing shopping trip but you’d been too worried Jungkook was going to realise you were lying about where you were.

“Fine…I feel bad for lying to him,” You admitted, glancing to Felix who was giving you sympathetic eyes. Today was supposed to be about him and yet here you were, selfishly, making it about you.

“You didn’t have to lie, you could have invited him along…” You couldn’t have. If Jungkook knew you were going to be spending time with Felix he would do nothing but try and prove a point to the younger man. It was all he ever did.

It started small with kisses, cuddles and the usual kind of PDA that couples would have but it slowly developed into trying to fuck you while Felix was in the room or tease you to the brink of a whimper and sending Felix away. 

“Does he hate me that much?” Felix chuckled lifting the glass of hot chocolate to his lips and blowing softly, it wasn’t that he hated him. Jungkook feared the worse and you knew why, Chi had ruined everything when she did what she did and you were left alone. Scrambling to pick up the pieces of Jungkook’s shattered heart so you could place them back together again.

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You’re all such amazing writers that I might as well just give you all my money, I mean, I would, you guys work so hard to get things out despite having your own schedules and personal life. So thank you! I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook kidnaps the reader, but after a while he becomes so dependent on her that the roles have switched. Like he gets nervous when she’s not showing enough attention on her and is pretty much emotionally fragile to the point of breaking down.

White Elephant

It was an accident. A textbook case of wrong time, wrong place. All YN had done was go to a party like every other person her age. How was she supposed to know that her harmless effort to talk to the loner sulking in the corner would be the first nail in her coffin?

The music was loud and the house was packed, sweaty, sticky bodies all pressed together in a single wasted mass. YN needed a break from the jumping and shouting to a song she cold barely even hear, the girl escaping into the nearly abandoned kitchen. Only two other people were there, some dude downing a bottle of water like his life depended on it and another man shrouded in the shadows, scrolling disinterestedly on his phone.

Water bottle dude leaves as soon as he’s done with his drink, diving back into the swing of the party. And then there were two. For the first few minutes, YN twiddled her thumbs, not quite sure what to do with herself. She felt incredibly awkward, entirely out of her comfort zone. But her mother’s words echo in her head.

“It’s college. Come out of your shell a bit,”

The girl clears her throat.

“So … cool part right?”

She cringes as soon as her words register. The hooded man doesn’t react, making YN’s skin flush brightly.

“Ah, that’s a dumb thing to say, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I just … um, nevermind,”

YN turns to leave, her hypothetical tail tucked between her legs. But before she can escape, the man speaks up.

“It’s shitty, to be honest,” he says.

YN stills. She hadn’t expected him to speak at all and certainly wouldn’t have guessed that his voice would be so melodic.

“So I’m not the only one who thinks so,” YN says, his words encouraging her to continue the conversation.

“There’s a reason I’m hiding out here,”

The man chuckles then, sweeping his hood off his head and ruffling his hair, smiling at her. For a moment, YN is completely flabbergasted, surprised by his stunning good lucks. His hair is on the long side, dark wispy locks curled at the end and brushing his lashes. His jawline is sharp and pronounced, a small scar on his cheek. He raises his hand, offering it to her.

“Jungkook,”

“Ah, I’m YN,” she says, taking his hand.

It’s warm, almost as hot as her cheeks.

For the rest of the night, the two chat in the kitchen, time flying by rapidly as they laugh and crack jokes, becoming fast friends.

But after the party, their friendship continues to deepen. At first, it’s the girl running into Jungkook every so often around campus. And then he appears in a few of her classes, taking the seat next to her with an innocent smile. And before YN knows it, she sees Jungkook every day. He practically never leaves her side, always coming up with an excuse to extend their time together for just ten more minutes.

And before she knows it, Jungkook has her hand in his, grinning at her, words falling from his lips.

“Marry me,”

“I - what?” YN asks, completely stunned.

It’s just a normal day like any other, the two friends hanging out at the local park, sitting on the swings and pushing themselves forward with the tips of their toes.

“Marry me,” he grasps her hand gently, looking her in the eyes with so much emotion a sick feeling rises up in YN’s stomach.

“You can’t be serious,” YN says, trying in vain to pull her hand away, “We’re not even dating,”

Jungkook tilts his head in the adorable way YN usually loves, but all it does now is send her heart speeding with fear.

“What are you talking about YN - ah? We’ve been dating for six months,”

YN tries harder to pull her hand away.“Jungkook this isn’t funny,”

The two of them haven’t ever gone on a single date, haven’t kissed once, hell they haven’t even known each other for six months!

“What isn’t funny? I’m not joking. Marry me. Please. You can’t say no. You can’t,”

With one more final pull, YN dashes away, ignoring Jungkook’s angered shouts calling her name.

And so she begins to ignore him, trying her hardest to avoid confrontation with the man. The space she has from him starts to shed light on the bizarre traits the man has that she ignored. The way he was always where she was, even if there was no way possible he should have known. The way he always insists they meet in places sparsely occupied by anyone else. The way he seemed to know every little thing about her even if she hadn’t told him.

How had she missed the signs? It’s obvious that something is very wrong with Jungkook, horribly wrong. But in her desperation for attention from somebody - anybody, she had closed a blind eye to every one of his red flags.

But who wouldn’t? Jungkook was gorgeous, incredibly talented, and somehow interested in her of all people.

She’d been the perfect sheep, the ideal victim.

But Jungkook wouldn’t make it easy for her. He quickly moved past calling her six hundred times a day to knocking on her door while she hid under her bedsheets, praying for him to go away. YN even tried to get the police involved but they turned her away, stating that she’s just paranoid.

But Jungkook has been pushed to his wit’s end. So one night when the hole in his heart has consumed him and left behind only anger and bitterness, he breaks into her apartment, standing over her, watching her sleep.

The man sighs, squatting beside her, brushing his long hair out of his face and running a finger down his beloved’s cheek, nearly shivering in delight.

Has long has it been since he’s touched her? The days and night seem to blur together into a single everlasting moment of suffering and loneliness. And so, selfishly, oh so selfishly, Jungkook slides the gleaming needle into her skin, watching her eyes blow open, covering her lovely mouth with his hand to mute her screams.

She struggles but is no match for Jungkook’s superior strength. Every second she weakens until her eyes once again flutter shut and she falls limp. Kissing her on the cheek, Jungkook hauls YN’s body over his shoulder, waltzing out of her apartment and into the darkness.

And when she wakes to his loving smile, beautiful face propped up on his hands, a ring on her fourth finger, all YN can do is cry. And cry and cry and cry.

And while her tears initially hurt Jungkook, he quickly grew annoyed.

“What is wrong with you?” he snaps after a solid week of YN despairing, “Shut the fuck up!”

His harsh words cause YN to gasp, biting her lip harshly to prevent more sobs from escaping. But her eyes water regardless, making Jungkook feel guilt.

Instantly he apologizes, gathering the handcuffed girl in his arms and cooing at her, smoothing her hair.

“I just love you so much. So so much. It’s driving me insane. Just love me back. That’s all I want. Love me back,”

YN does nothing but sniffle, relaxing in his hold for no reason other than pure exhaustion. Regardless Jungkook is exhilarated, her small moment of ingenuine affection making his heart soar. He doesn’t feel alone when he’s with her. He finally feels something other than pure desperation, total anguish.

But slowly, YN’s feeling of sadness and utter defeat morphs into bitterness and anger, the girl taking every moment to spew out how much she hates Jungkook with a passion. And every time, without fail Jungkook would crumple.

“You’re pretty fucking useless, you know that?” YN asks. Sitting crossed-legged on the large bed as she sucks on a grape popsicle, lips tinged purple, “I asked for strawberry,”

Jungkook’s lip wobbles.

“I - I know. It’s just that the store was out so I thought -”

“Stop thinking, Kookie, it’ll only get you in trouble,”

The man shuts up instantly, sniffing.

“You don’t want me to leave you, do you? I’m sure there are other men who are capable of at least getting me what I asked for,”

She twists the ring on her finger, beginning to slide it off.

“No!” Jungkook shouts, rushing to his feet, “Don’t! Please!”

“Did I say you could get up?” YN asks, cocking her head to the side.

Jungkook falls to his knees instantly, tears glistening in his pretty eyes.

“I’m sorry,”

“Come here,” YN demands, scooting to the edge of the bed.

He does so instantly, placing his head on the girl’s lap, desperate for her touch.

“I love you, you know that? You know how lucky you are? For me to love someone as awful as you?”

Jungkook nods, trembling, hesitantly reaching to grab YN’s hand, sighing when she lets him hold it. He fondles her ring, the cool metal comforting him.

“I know,”

“Good,” she says, kissing his head, “Never forget it,”

And in the end, the beast created a monster much worse than he could have ever imagined.

- 👀

It’s been a while. Enjoy!

Show Me | pjm (m)

Summary - Jimin shows you how good he can make you feel.

Word Count - 2146

Pairing -  Jimin x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - penetrative sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, dirty talk, dom jimin

a/n -  another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

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Break Up With Your Girlfriend | knj

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banner by vivi ♡

✧ pairing: ta!namjoon x female student!reader

✧ genre: college!au, smut, angst

✧ rating: mature / 18+ 

✧ wc: 6.2k

✧ warnings: TEMPTATION!!!, sexual tension, y/n is a tease, mentions of both namjoon and y/n having partners, complicated relationship statuses, y/n flirts A LOT, namjoon is an ass man, panty flashing, cathartic (m) masturbation, mentions of cum, y/n lives in namjoon’s head rent free, namjoon gets flustered!!!!, cliffhanger at the end o: 

✧ summary: After his long time girlfriend, Yuri, rejects his proposal and confesses to cheating on him, the two “go on a break”. Namjoon hopes she will be ready to start a life with him when she comes back from a trip to Europe. However, a beautiful student retaking the Human Sexuality class he TAs for may be the breaking point.

✧ a/n: she was born a little bit premature, but there will probably be a part two to this! thank you to everyone who hyped up this concept, i hope you guys enjoy what i have for you so far 😭😭 please let me know if you like this and want to see more of this couple!!! also if i forgot to tag u and u wanted to be tagged i’m sorry cus this came sooner than i thought it would and i just wanted it out jsjklgfsfsf

also this is my submission for the dishonest love project for @thebtswritersclub​ - it’s supposed to be in february for valentine’s day so this is an early submission 🤠

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FROM AFAR | PJM

Pairing: Yandere! Professor Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, somnophilia, NONCON touching + video recording, smut, mentions of infidelity, drugs, alcohol, (11 year age gap) reader is 18!

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the topics above.

A/N: Hi! Here’s an EXTREMELY late valentine’s gift for each and everyone of you, but better late than never, am I right?

What a sick sweetness he carried. The love he possessed for a forbidden woman, a woman eleven years his junior. She was so immensely intelligent, so sweet and kind, so meek that it would melt his heart like butter whenever she would approach his desk unaware of his pounding heart, excessively beating in his chest, caused by her delightful presence.

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ego killer | jjk (1)

summary — campus fuck-boy and notorious flirt can’t keep his eyes off you, but you’re unfazed by his remarks. That all changes when he takes it too far at a party and you’ve officially had enough. 

genre — smut (e2l, fuck-boy!jk, club-president!reader)

word count — 10k

warnings — unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, tongue sucking, oral sex (female receiving), breath play, biting, hair pulling, hickeys, jks dad is an asshole, mentions of abuse and alcohol consumption, swearing

one | two | three | 

masterlist || request

Just as you’re convinced your day couldn’t possibly get any worse, an unwelcome student decides to pull up the seat next to you. Out of every other chair in this one-hundred-plus lecture theatre, Jeon Jungkook just has to sit here. He’s the notorious campus fuck-boy, ladies’ man and everything else that comes with looking like that; dark, wavy hair, pretty eyes, and body proportions out of this world. You won’t deny that he’s attractive, but looks like that only cause trouble and you have a squeaky-clean reputation to maintain. 

“Morning, gorgeous.” He gazes at your face as he awaits a response, but you decide it’s in your best interest to ignore him.

Huge mistake!

Your silence ignites something in him and he makes it his mission to get some kind of reaction. Anything. Maybe a little smile, a laugh, or even a classic eye-roll.

“Playing hard to get. I like it.”

This is so very like him. If he’s not on the receiving end of attention, he convinces himself that there’s an ulterior motive. Your reasoning; you hate him with your whole mind, body, and soul, and you couldn’t give a flying fuck about his shallow compliments, OR if he’s nearing 6ft, OR if he’s the president of multiple social, theatre, and fitness clubs, AND has the record for the highest number of members in a non-educational club! No, you couldn’t care less!

Out of the handful of ridiculous names he’s given his clubs, one has been titled ‘GAINS’ — Gym and Important Nutrition Society. Classic, right? But, despite the negative feelings you have toward him and everything else he does, other students seem to love him. His toned biceps and thick thighs make a very compelling ‘join us’ statement, too.

In contrast and in the good name of education, you formed a marketing club and handed yourself the president badge. And, ever since then, you’ve been doing your bit as an official influencer to students who actually want to learn something from college.

“I can see your panties, by the way.” He adds and you want to drop dead from humiliation. Scratch that. You want to send a pencil through his eye socket for being such a pervert!

An embarrassed heat threatens to crawl up the side of your neck at his observation. Your skirt isn’t even that short! He’s just a boy with a huge ego, eager eyes and a dirtier mouth. But, to save yourself from further humiliation, you tug the fabric down your thighs and tightly cross your legs until the circulation of blood in your legs becomes a little unbalanced. 

“Hey, I wasn’t complaining. You’re hot as hell.” His eyes wander down the length of your bare legs. It’s so obvious that he’s checking you out. He’s practically leaning all the way back in his chair to get a good look. “Even if you wear Hello Kitty panties.”

Oh my god! Please shut the fuck up!

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I read through this in one night and let me tell you... I fucking loved it! Oh my God there were so many emotions (imagining me crying at 2 am) lol. There were times where I wanted to strangle the life out of jungkook and Eunwoo... I wanted to murder him but yeah! geez this was an amazing read! ❣️ instant fav🥰

Thank you for writing this masterpiece!❤️‍🔥

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW ’S MASTERLIST

— loving him was red | (m)

must read in order to understand the plot, especially in running out of time and let’s fix this!

I. the beginning of the end | (m)

3,000+

angst, smut

II. let’s fix this | (m)

4,500+

angst, smut

III. running out of time | (m)

9,999+

angst, fluff, smut

author’s note i finally compiled somewhere only we know’s three installments plus it’s prequel into one post. thank me later, hehe.

fragments | jimin x reader [01]

© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | felicitywrites on tumblr (2021) NO reposts, translations, or any type of distribution allowed.

synopsis: your heart sank to your stomach as you stepped out of your room, and right there in your kitchen was the last person you ever wanted to see again. he acted as though he still lived there with you, knew each and every corner like the back of his hand and you blinked harshly trying to convince yourself you were dreaming.

impossible. this is impossible.

what was park jimin doing in your apartment, in your own loose bathrobe, pouring you a cup of coffee as he greeted you with that stupid smile on his face, when three years ago, you were certain he was out of your life forever as he left you here on your own and run into the arms of someone else?

this should be a dream, you repeated.

until you figured out it actually wasn't -- because this was that day, the one before you confronted him about his affair.

unfortunately, you were about to relive the same day over and over again, and you had absolutely no idea as to why.

pairing: professor!jimin x author!reader

genre: 70% angst, 20% smut, 10% fluff

warnings: an emotional rollercoaster, INFIDELITY, betrayal, stress, heavy alcohol consumption, anxiety, sleep deprivation, toxic relationships between reader and her family, reader and jimin obviously, jimin is a lying, manipulative, two-faced asshole, self-blaming, gaslighting, angry sex, a very sad and heartbreaking sex.

i think that's it??? let me know if i forgot anything x

status: ONGOING

word count: 5.9k

song recs: milk & honey - billie marten (alt version) | the butterfly effect - before you exit | who - lauv ft. bts

[TEASER] [01] [02] [03] +++

"Honey, you alright?"

Oh damn, you muttered under your breath as you straightened your back. You're never the kind of person to talk to strangers, let alone those who stand by you at the bus stop at such a time.

Deciding to trace the uneven lines on the tiles below your feet, you took in a sharp breath and hoped whoever asked you would simply let it go.

But they didn't. And your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when the said stranger inched closer to you and handed you something.

"Take this, and you're sweating. How about we find you a bottle of water or anything to drink? Hm?"

It was a woman, seemingly in her mid-forties and she was clad in the same generic office uniform as you were, but less elegant, due to the lack of accessories or jewelries attached other than a ring on her finger.

Must be married, you thought, and you watched as she smiled in your way and for a moment, you felt as though the warmth spreading on your face was because her presence reminded you of someone.

She didn't take your silence as anything but a yes to her suggestion, so you found yourself behind her while she dragged you out of the crowded bus stop and towards the nearest convenience store she could see.

By the time you arrived there, the woman guided you to a table outside before she scurried inside to buy some drinks for you, and also for her.

She returned still with the smile she'd been wearing since you first caught a glance of her face and as she sat down across from you, she was already finishing the bottle.

"Monday sucks, yeah? Must be hard even for youngsters like you.."

Taking your time to pop open the bottle, you couldn't help but notice the way the woman was staring you up and down, and you began to feel a bit queasy.

Yet you chose to leave it, and instead focus on the water that flowed right through your throat and the coolness of it made you relax.

She was right, the wicked Mondays sucked, and it had been that way for a while now. Though you should be used to it by now, there were just times when for unexplainable reasons, you couldn't.

“Isn’t it like it for everybody, regardless of age?” you asked her, because you knew that you were never alone to hate on Mondays.

And she paused, shoving the now empty bottle into her bag and sank in her seat, cross-legged. You could tell she was trying to read your mind.

She grinned, meeting your rather flustered face for the lack of willingness to hide the hidden meaning behind your words.

You sat upright, almost ready to defend yourself before running away but the woman nodded, figuring you out and you were stunned as the response fell from her lips.

“A terrible thing happened on a Monday, perhaps, it had something to do with that ring finger of yours? Apologies for being nosy but it’s not every day I get to the bus stop and see someone nearly fainting like you did. And I have a daughter of my own.”

You hated being questioned on the little habits and quirks you had, especially when strangers pointed it out to you as if they knew you personally.

Again, the woman was right -- and you nibbled at your bottom lip, unable to form any reply anymore as you stared blankly ahead.

There was an annoying, ugly permanent mark on your finger, a proof that you were once sentimental to things you were given, or at least to things you knew were yours.

It’s funny how in three years of hiding away that immeasurable pain of a past you had, that woman right there flipped you open and was able to bring it out for the world to see.

And when your vision started to blurry at the tears pooling around your eyes, the woman’s hand rubbed the rough skin atop your own, before she let out a heavy sigh and a remark that you were sure would keep you up at night after work.

“The first step to transform your Mondays is to just practice a new routine as soon as you start your day... Like, instead of running to the bus stop, why not take the train? And make sure you’ve had breakfast before you leave the house, or grab one along the way and spare yourself ten minutes to finish it at work? Anything, really.”

You swallowed, looking down at your hand disappearing from her own large ones.

“My daughter took two years to get over it and when she finally did, she replaced that ring into something she herself picked and then things just shifted. I’m pretty sure you can do it, sweetie. It’s never too late.”

Did she think I was married? I wonder.

“I wasn’t - it’s not because I was married. Actually it’s….” she cut you short and shrugged her shoulders. “Married or not, it still hurts the same, yeah? It doesn’t matter which is the truth because it’s not about the situation but more of the person involved with you.”

“Well,” you bit your inner cheek and pulled back, clenching your fist so as to let her touch linger. You haven’t had any physical contact with anyone for three years.

Three goddamn years and you were nothing but a lonely vessel walking around, just trying to live.

That’s it, a face flashed when the woman smiled again, and you cursed mentally for ever confirming it. It was your mother.

She reminded you of your own mother, whom you hadn’t been in contact with for three years, along with your father and both of their new families.

God, it took this long for you to realize how pathetic you have been.

Gladly, you thanked the woman for the insight, though uninvited - still, it helped you work out your thoughts and somehow, it eased your early Monday morning mood swing.

You parted ways a couple minutes later, telling her you had an urgent meeting in less than an hour which was a lie, and she slipped her business card in your bag when you gave her a hug, which you fished out and kept in your wallet in case you would need it someday.

The office lobby as per usual was swarming with people, employees and guests in three different companies located in several floors in the rest of the tall skyscraper right in the heart of the city.

And you remembered feeling sick and suffocated in the first five minutes you stood waiting for the elevator. Now, you were immune to the overlapping voices and the clamoring ringing over your head.

Tapping your heels on the marbled floor, a deep, husky voice startled you and you whirled around quickly, and you winced as laughter welcomed you.

“Oh please, it’s just me. Good morning, princess.”

“Namjoon, ugh stop calling me that.”

“Oops, sorry but it’s Mr. Kim now that we’re here as professionals…”

You scoffed and Namjoon rolled his eyes, moving closer to your side as he held on to his briefcase. The atmosphere changed a bit once you saw him, a familiar face enough to make you comfortable.

The elevator door dinged and it opened, then the two of you entered in no time as the line behind you went forward.

A momentary silence filled in the small but cramped space and if not for Namjoon’s subtle touch on your skin with his fingers, you could have choked for air.

Smiling more to yourself than to him, you waited until you reached your floor and you walked out fast, turning around to nod at him as his office is another floor away from yours.

You hurried to your desk and the first thing you saw was a basket of pink rose petals and the teasing grin from your coworker.

You honestly didn’t mind that despite your position in the publishing company having a perk to choose a huge personal office on the higher floor, you hated being anywhere near Namjoon at all times so you reckoned it was better to stay within the proximity of your close work peers like Sooyoung.

“He just never gives up, it’s insane,” she shook her head, swiveling in her chair to face you as you sat on your own and inspected yet another gift from a certain someone.

You sighed, bringing the basket to your chest and rested your back against the chair.

“I think I’m starting to like it, though. Baskets of rose petals every Monday from the same person, for three years… Think I might decide to marry him one of these days.”

Your words stung, of course. You felt it even before it came out and Sooyoung gave you a disbelieving look, as though you were foolish to say it.

“Jeez, Y/N, come on. We all know the guy isn’t your type. And three years is a long time to pursue someone like you.”

You frowned, offended at the tone of her voice and at the implication of her words but you just laughed it off, thinking no one would ever understand you other than yourself.

“You’re absolutely right. Anyways, about the survey, who’s doing it?” you switched subjects, and Sooyoung caught on it fast as her face lightened up.

“Hm, Mrs. Choi wanted you to do it but I think Mr. Kim proposed it’s someone else instead? Why do you ask?”

You placed the basket back on the side of your desk before you pressed on your work schedule in your computer, clicking on the week that’s coming.

“I’ll do it, could you email Mr. Kim about it? Tell him I’m volunteering, no need to ask someone. Besides, I know people from that university who can help.”

Sooyoung blinked in confusion, wondering how the hell did you suddenly agree on the survey when it’s not even in your description anymore.

You were supposed to be writing again, and it’s been six months since your last release, though it was a bestselling hit, you were aware of the clause in your informal contract with Namjoon about publishing another book before the attention from your first dies down.

You had to comply with the end of the bargain however, the survey intrigued you more.

No. Honestly, the survey was just an excuse. You wanted to go there, where the survey should be executed at.

Jung University - where someone you very well know worked at.

Someone you haven’t seen in three years, and you had sworn you’d never call again but here you were, ticking the box in your schedule that read as the survey date before Sooyoung could even send that email to your editor, Namjoon.

“Are you kidding me? No, Y/N, you’re not doing the survey..”

Namjoon was frantically skipping over to you as you stomped off to the entrance. You were smirking in victory at ruining his mood and his voice echoed around the empty lobby.

You stopped at the doors, peered over to witness the scowl on his face and you chuckled at how his work facade had long diminished.

“Did Sooyoung even send you an email? I bet she didn’t.”

He groaned, hand pulling at your wrist to completely stop you from leaving.

“No, but she called for christ’s sake. Really, Y/N? You wanted to do it? Or do you just want to get there and see him? Because if it is, then it’s not like you.”

“Wait, what? What isn't like me? To make amends with someone from the past and maybe then I could start moving forward?”

It didn’t make sense. You knew it. You fumbled with your words and thoughts and Namjoon could tell you were making excuses.

Making amends wasn’t you. You hated confrontations, hated facing the truth with your head held up high because what you always were was a coward.

Namjoon knew you like that. He was there to see you crumble when you had to explain a mistake over something at work when you were still a copywriter.

He was there when you avoided talking to higher ups at company dinners and ultimately refusing to befriend coworkers.

Sooyoung and him were the only ones you allowed in your personal life.

Three years ago, your life was everything but who you are now.

You were different in many ways unimaginable. You were strong, head fucking strong to scream at the world, yell out your frustrations and your fears.

You were open to sharing what made you uneasy and distant, what you thought was wrong about anything and you were living a life without a script to memorize or a routine to follow.

You were spontaneous, at least that was what he used to call you when people asked him about you.

But was that really who you were?

Because after that you found yourself back to how you were prior to meeting him. When you were a lifeless little girl with parents who hated each other to death and a house without knives or scissors or anything sharp as your grandfather thought better.

Three years after Park Jimin was out of your life, you were returning to your old self, that spiteful, young menace who wanted nothing out of her own bubble.

The one you hated the most next to your parents and their marriage that broke you apart.

And meeting that old woman that morning woke you into a reality where you could no longer hold everything in. You had to let it spill and fall through the cracks of your being.

You wanted to spring free from your dull, clouded mind with regrets and what-ifs because it wasn’t just Mondays that sucked for you.

Everything fucking sucked and you desperately wished one thing wouldn’t feel as such.

If seeing him again means you will find the right track you lost then, and maybe that’s better than living a life like that unfinished manuscript of yours months before you met him.

“You don’t need that, listen - Jimin is far beyond what you can reach now. He’s not even my friend anymore, but you are, Y/N. And I want you to get over that prick and I’ve been saying this for three years, goddamn it. I told you to move out of that apartment and help me find you someplace else, and Sooyoung clearly said you can come to her too. Doing the survey wouldn’t give you what you want. It isn’t the way…”

You pursed your lips, eyes darting from one to another and you felt dizzy as your chest tightened. It’s like you couldn’t breathe.

The tears that were left that morning made its way back around and Namjoon heaved, pulling you in for an embrace as he couldn’t see you wither away again.

You stayed like that for God knew how long until the lights from the lobby turned off, and you were met with darkness. Namjoon rubbed your back as your silent sobs vibrated against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say at that point. And you meant it well. The last thing you ever wanted was to keep worrying him after everything you put him through.

He nodded and smiled though you couldn’t see it, watching his own reflection from the glass doors waiting for you to walk in and out of the office.

Namjoon regretfully recounted the day you called him to meet so you could tell him about what happened. After all, Jimin was his friend before he was yours.

They stood for years, tracing back in college where they shared rooms until they graduated and though they took different career paths, they remained friends, and even more so when Namjoon let him meet his junior trainee and his so-called secretary back then, you.

He was the reason you knew Jimin. Through him, you met the man whom you spent the best days of your life with, the most beautiful years you’ve ever lived.

You were grateful for Kim Namjoon, though you felt it was you who was indebted and not him because he lost his good friend too.

And you blame yourself for that.

And for your own connection with Park Jimin that dwindled along with the time you were supposed to live in without the memories of your scarred and strained relationship with your family which you ran away from.

“Come on, let me drive you home. Think about the survey tomorrow, okay? If you want to, I can be your company. I just don’t want to send you on your own.”

You sniffled, stepping back to look at him dead serious in the eyes and it turned into crescents as he smiled softly down at you, arms still wrapped around your own.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Namjoon, I really mean it.”

He nodded, hand lifting up to ruffle your hair, “I know, I know…”

You tossed and turned in bed, the yellow lighting in your room didn’t change the heaviness you continued to feel as soon as Namjoon dropped you off your apartment.

You told him not to worry, faked a perfect smile to lessen his stress over you and when you were sure it worked, you waved him goodbye and let yourself succumb into your own again, as always.

Your apartment had stopped feeling like home three years ago, though it’s fairly clean as all you did on weekends was either clean or watch movies all day long in your room.

Nothing was left from the person who lived there other than the sound of his voice and his scent that seemed to have stayed with you, and you tend to force yourself to listen to music with your earpods to keep it out and spray on different brands across the house to cover the scent itself.

It’s stupid to think something like that could stay for three years but hell, they did. And you wanted to cry each time you encountered them.

The bed you once shared was the one thing that’s changed because there came a time when you thought to get rid of it so you won’t remember the nights you were tangled up in sheets with him.

Those nights that lasted quite like a lifetime, as if they were endless, and in the next morning you were sure to wake up still in his loving arms.

You didn’t take pleasure remembering happy memories with him, as it only brought tears just as much as it did when you tried recalling the sad ones.

So, you got up and switched on the lights fully, ridding yourself of the covers and walked out to grab a can of beer from your fridge.

Your phone dinged on the counter as you downed the drink straight, and you peeked at it before shoving the beer into the trash can.

[Sooyoung]: namjoon asked me to check on you

[Sooyoung]: still up?

[Sooyoung]: btw, the university replied back, saying they’re looking forward to meeting you, that is if you still would like to push through with the survey task

[Sooyoung]: i think you should, Y/N - park wouldn’t even be there that week anyway.

[You]: Why not?

[Sooyoung]: wow is that a least bit of your concern right now? well, he’s got an urgent business to do, whatever that is..

You sighed, disappointed in your features as you laid your back against the counter. Oh God, you really wanted to see him.

Shaking your head abruptly, you stood straight and inhaled a breath, holding it for a second and exhaled then clutched your chest for good measure.

You can’t be thinking about him right now when you’ve just burdened Namjoon yet again that night. You had to get your shit together.

If he’s not there it should be fine, right? That’s not going to help you anyway if you were to see him while you had work to finish.

Walking back to your room and to bed, you had one goal in mind, thanks to that beer you could think better than you did the rest of the day.

I gotta take the fucking train tomorrow and buy myself something to rid this mark on my finger, you mumbled to yourself as you crawled underneath the sheets.

And you’ve felt a little light-headed, slowly clearing off of whatever filled your mind.

You woke up slightly disheveled yet calm, no, you felt so much better than yesterday. Seven hours of sleep was foreign to you and you giggled to yourself as you basked in the sunlight through the blinds of your window.

There was warmth and coziness in that particular morning, and your immediate thought was to brew yourself a cup of coffee which you hadn’t done in a while.

Tuesdays used to feel crazy good, when Jimin was around. It was the day when he’s not in classrooms scooped up with students.

Either he’s at the house in his office which was now the empty, cold, dusty spare room you dared not to go in for fear of ghosts, whoever they might be, or at a random coffee shop nearby grading papers or writing lessons as he waited for you to get off work and he’d pick you up.

After that, you’d have dinner outside at some restaurant and talk about work and weather, laugh at the misfortunes of other people, whom you now know to be your own self.

Your misfortunes were the ones you and Jimin used to make fun of and you wanted to throw up in your bathroom as you got ready for the day.

How ironic.

Nevertheless, Tuesdays could also be good for you, you know it is good now that your phone kept buzzing from your nightstand and you knew it was Namjoon just flooding you with nonsense.

Or Sooyoung and her recent work gossip.

You sighed in relief, heart fluttering as the water trickled down your skin in the shower, causing you to shut your eyes in the feeling.

Once finished, you put on another basic work uniform and you failed to notice another pair next to it on the ottoman, spreaded out and ironed nicely.

You also failed to notice all the other stuff placed around the room as you made your way out to make yourself coffee.

You were like floating when you strode into the hallway leading to the kitchen, but the sound of your coffee machine whirring caught your undivided attention.

Stopping on your tracks, your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn’t make out the faint, muffled humming of someone not too far from you.

Someone’s here? You wondered, but you remembered you changed the locks and only one person had access to the pin code, Namjoon.

Should it be him?

You scratched the back of your neck as you hesitated to check if it was him. An intruder or a stalker wasn’t anywhere near your conscious mind as of that moment, so you decided to make a run back to your room to instead check your phone.

As soon as you leaned over to pick it, your foot hit something next to the bed, and your eyes gawked at a left Chelsea boot lying on the carpet.

What? You only wore boots when it’s the fall or winter, and leather? You weren’t a fan of it much either. Your head spun at your name being called outside to the voice you easily can recognize anywhere you go.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you gripped on your phone, refusing to turn around to the door slightly opened.

You thought it was a dream, one of those haunting dreams you very so often encountered when you tried to sleep for more than five hours, or when your body cooperated with you and let you doze off for longer than usual.

But your phone dinged again, and you looked at it with trembling hands, your knees buckling and your head feeling like a ton of bricks were being stacked upon it.

[Namjoon]: Y/N, tell Jimin to forget about date night just for today. I have to borrow you for my mock presentation at six. Sorry for the late notice.

[Namjoon]: also could you please ask him NICELY to respond when i text him? Remind him we made a pact not to fall in love with the same person so there’s no way i’ll steal you away from him when i ask his permission to let you help me with work BECAUSE YOU’RE MY SECRETARY AND MY FRIEND AS WELL.

Fuck. What the actual fuck. You were certain this must be another dream, now you’re not sure because your body reacted faster than your brain did and you found yourself running out towards the kitchen.

The coffee machine had stopped whirring, and the sound you heard was more than enough to make you stop dead in your tracks but with your heart constricting in your chest.

You swallowed a lump rising from your throat as your stomach twisted, causing you to clutch on it as if shielding yourself for another attack, that is, if there’s actually something punching you in the gut.

“What is going on,” was all you could mutter, staring at the person you thought you wanted to see again, but his presence less than a feet away made you want to shrink.

Park Jimin - in his glory, working his way around the kitchen you owned, the place you found yourself in whenever the horrors of the apartment came creeping in.

He was humming to a song unfamiliar to you, dancing and swaying as he prepared breakfast not just for him as he often did but for you as well.

You knew it because he was taking your mug from the cupboard, turning to you to grin and his eyes lit up meeting your quivering ones.

You didn’t stop the tears willing its way back to your eyes and down your cheeks as it began to dawn on you that he was there.

It was him and not some fragment of your memory you longed to forget.

Not a figment of your imagination but his actual self pouring you your morning coffee with a permanent grin on his glorious face.

He was shining - glowing like an angel paying you a visit, the one your mother would call your guardian angel keeping you safe.

It’s outright ridiculous how the night before, you swore you didn’t need to see him again and right then and there you were yearning to touch him.

And the fact that he was wearing your favorite grey bathrobe, loose and worn out which you had kept hidden away in the deepest of your wardrobe as it smelled like him;

It awakened and stirred something inside of you that you definitely locked within.

He placed the mug on the table, on the coaster as you saw the plates on top of the other coasters which you used to scold him about.

Jimin was a different man at home. On the surface, he was calculative, reserved and a bit cold but when he’s with you, he’s messy and all over the place.

The little things like using coasters and the actual teaspoons for coffee, or cleaning up the counter before he started arranging the utensils and plates for the meal;

He was not the best person to trust with it.

Yet the way he was gazing up at you to hear a praise, a compliment from you over his hard work interrupted your raging thoughts.

“Hey, love. Good morning!”

Shit shit shit. You panicked on the inside, hearing his voice laced with sweetness like honey and a hint of sultriness in it was the last straw.

You were about to lose your mind and it hasn’t even been ten minutes of seeing him.

“Oh, are you okay? Don’t like pancakes? I thought we agreed--”

You cut him, “That Tuesdays are for blueberry pancakes and two shots of espresso..” and his lips curved up in a smile you considered way prettier than his usual grin.

It was the smile he gave you on the first night you met, and you have had it imprinted in your mind since. You loved it so much.

“Yes, but if you don’t feel like eating them today I can just wrap them up, Mr. Ahn likes it. I think we could give them to him instead.”

Mr. Ahn, your lovely neighbor who used to spend his mornings walking up and down the fire exit stairs as his daily exercise. Jimin was fond of the old man, a widower without any children and had been living out of his wife’s will who was an accountant for many years.

He had cats and Jimin loved playing with them every morning after his jog, and whenever he came home he’d bring them treats.

You remembered when you told him to adopt a cat despite your allergy but then he confessed he himself had an allergy too.

It was then you realized there were still a lot of things about Jimin which he never told you about - at least not yet, but then he was already gone before you could even ask him more of those.

That’s it. He’s gone. He’s not in your life anymore.

You froze, your own words pulling you back from your reverie. Jimin wasn’t yours anymore.

But why was he there?

What was he doing there as though he never even left?

“What are you doing here?” you’ve had enough of this. Sure, it was one hell of a dream, but you had nothing to do, you had to wake up soon.

“Love,” he whispered, and your blood began to boil at the term he used. Love? This asshole--

“Stop,” you said, walking over to him to steal the spatula from his hand. “You can’t be here.. Just - go, please.”

“Excuse me?” brow raised, he stiffened at the tone of your voice and the feeling when your skin met his. It was cold.

When you took a careful step backwards, he frowned, narrowing his eyes and shooting daggers into your soul and it was that moment when you were sure it was the Jimin you had last known.

Cold, so cold, unnerving, harsh, strict - not the sweet, romantic guy you spent the last two years with before everything crumbled.

That Jimin was someone who resembled your father - the same man you despised more than you did with your mother.

His next words didn’t come as a surprise to you though, leaning forward on the counter to tilt his head as if mocking you.

Licking his lips, Jimin scoffed, eating you out with his changing demeanor as he composed himself to appear unfazed by your rejection.

“You want me to leave? Really, Y/N? Don’t tell me you’re being like this because of the fucking pancakes. Are you? I am trying to make it work.. As I’m sure as hell you are not interested in doing it anyway.”

“Whoa, wait. What? You’re trying to do what? Make it work? Make what work? What do we even have that needs some fixing? Clearly, I have nothing to think of because it’s you who’s fooling around to need it.”

Your entire body’s shivering at your own retort, eyes hooded in fury as Jimin remained still, unaffected by you or the fact that he’s facing the person he ever so willingly left to rot in her own misery three years ago.

However, his action spoke louder than words could ever be, and it was the sign you needed to figure out what was happening and why the hell was he there.

Running a hand through his hair, he paced around the kitchen, fists clenched and you were beginning to find the whole thing oddly familiar.

It was as if the situation had happened before, like a deja vu. You blinked over and over watching him move as he sunk within himself.

And then there’s his phone blaring in the deafening silence, making your heart jump.

He stopped, head lifting to glance at the device sitting on the fruit bowl with nothing but apples that he loved, before he turned to you.

You didn’t know why, but his face that was void of any warmth and familiarity to you suddenly felt terrifying.

It seemed like he was more of a stranger than someone once dear to your heart.

And the faster he rushed to pick up his phone, the quicker you almost fell to your knees when you finally recognized what was unfolding before your eyes.

Holding onto the table behind you for support, you heard the voice from the call in his phone. The same voice that rang in your ear for months since you first heard it.

“Min Yoojin,” you said in barely above a whisper as you stumbled back, gasping for air as you choked out the tears bubbling in the pit of your throat.

Jimin had the phone in his ear, and his body spun to face you, the expression which was rough on him softening at the sight of you on the brink of falling apart.

It was that day, you said wholeheartedly. That day when you were about to tell him you knew everything between him and Yoojin.

His first love, who reappeared in his life, in your lives when she started working at the university as Jimin, who’s been a professor there even before you two met.

Namjoon used to tell you that back in their college years, Jimin was everything to Yoojin, and so she was.

Their relationship was one would call a fairytale romance, as Yoojin came from a family of businessmen and academicians, professors, educators who had been around for decades, eventually building schools and colleges and succeeding.

The influence they had in the industry was known and thanked for by the government, as they helped strengthen the education sector in the rest of the country.

And as for Jimin, he was from a rather humble family of the same profession who looked up to the Mins a lot as his parents’ inspiration.

He was bound to be with her, having met her in one of his classes, Jimin knew Yoojin will always be a part of him. They were meant for greater heights.

And you? Where were you when they found the chance to rekindle the flame, the connection that was long buried when Jimin made you a promise he would stay with you no matter what it takes.

He always said you were the smartest woman he’d ever met, the brightest, and your words captured his heart as soon as you let him skim into your manuscript when you met.

But you didn’t realize that the word smart differed from intelligent, because Namjoon then told you Jimin fell in love with her because she was intelligent.

Despite them being synonymous to each other, you knew the meaning was different for Jimin. You were smart, but you can never be as intelligent as Yoojin.

And that tripled the pain when you saw tears in his eyes as he looked at you, almost apologetic though it was clear he didn’t regret doing it.

After all, she’s all he ever wanted. Even though she left him broken in fragments and you came to put the pieces together years later.

You knew then that it was that day you were about to confront him, to hear his explanation if there’s any.

And much to your dismay, it wasn’t a dream - it was a reality you’re yet to relive for how many times your fate would want you to.

You were about to witness your own self, three years ago - and you were there to lose him all over again.

Wifey has done it again! I’ve been reading this while she writes and let me tell you! Y’all are not ready for what’s to come! Ahhh I’ve been so excited for the rest of this story! *muah* love you!!

Irresistible⤞ pt. 1

⤞ Pairing: Hybrid Maknae line x reader ⤞ Genre: Hybrid!au, Smut, 18+ M, 3k words ⤞ Summary: You weren’t supposed to be theirs, and they weren’t supposed to find you so irresistible. ⤞ Warnings: mentions of heat, mentions of blood, mentions of abuse, future smut ⤞ A/N: This fic will contain future smut and is 18+ M. Thank you once again to my wifey @outromoni​ for her ridiculous talent. All credit goes to her for the banner. 

The words spoken by the employee at the center fell deaf on Jungkook’s small, but cute bunny ears. The rules were simple; no one could own a human without going through the proper procedures. The problem was, the moment Jungkook set his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. For weeks he visited the center, always seeking you out in hopes that you weren’t gone. He must’ve walked by your display window a thousand times. Each and every encounter, although only through glass, was unforgettable. Sometimes he’d simply watch you sit in a corner looking forlorn and quiet, and other times, he would see you attempt to interact with the other humans inside of the shared enclosure. But what really killed him, was when you looked right into his soul, your pretty eyes begging to be set free. He couldn’t just leave you there to rot.

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Tell you no lies.

Yandere ! Jungkook x College student OC

Lawyer Jungkook.

Summary : You’re just staying at your mother’s apartment for your first year of college to save some money. Jungkook is your stepfather who is too intriguing to ignore.

Warnings : Yandere themes, non con, manipulation, pseudo incest, daddy kink, age difference. 

Word Count : 4,100. 

Part 1

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Jeon Jungkook is your step father,. an intriguing figure in your life, almost twenty years older than you and yet so far from ‘old’.   Even at 38 he’s a handsome man , tall and strapping and with a well kept body. He never misses a workout, up at the crack of dawn, sipping his protein shake and dressed in short and a tank top with his bag slung over his neck. 

Jungkook works extra hard to look good and and you don’t blame him. Your own mother is a beautiful lady five years younger than Jungkook but she looks like she could be your older sister.

And because she had you at 15 , she’s always been more of a sister anyway. You love your mother, although you don’t have a typical mother daughter relationship. 

You grew up with your grandparents , back in your hometown in Daegu. Your mother had always been a city girl. You don’t dislike her, you just don’t understand her and her lifestyle, having always been attracted to the quiet solitude of home and family rather than the pull of the night. 

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fuck me better (m) | jjk, kth

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. taehyung x reader

summary: jungkook isn’t happy when he finds out he’s eating someone else’s cum out of you // taehyung is tired of seeing you fall for jungkook’s games

genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, slight angst, fwb!au, f2l!au, fuckboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook,  fuckbuddy!taehyung college!au

wordcount: 3.1k

warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, coercion, manipulation, jealous!jungkook, possessive themes, sloppy seconds, jungkook eats you out but taehyung came inside you first so idk is that cum play, rough sex, major degradation, spanking, choking, jungkook spits on you, breast play, oral, toxic relationship!!!, hate sex kinda, needy!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sweet!taehyung, bigdick!taehyung, praise, taehyungs HANDS. sorry. ehm. sex while intoxicated, mentions of alcohol 

a/n: this is a ~drabble~ from the fuck me forever au. it can be read as a standalone, but makes more sense if you read that so you can understand this jungkook. he’s…something. s/o to this anon for the idea, hope you like it ;)

“Baby…ohh fuck” Tilting your head back, you watched Taehyung’s beautiful, slender hands travel over your trembling chest. His touch was scalding, delicately wrapping his fingers around your throat. Thumbs pressing against your jaw as he looked at you, eyes dark with desire. Sweat painted his forehead as he flipped his hair back, before lowering back to you. Eyelashes brushing against your forehead as his nose nudged against yours.

The room was filled with surreal sighs, desperate moans and the intoxicating scent of sex. The roll of his hips, slow and deep. Your legs snug around his torso, hands combing through his hair, letting him know how much you adored every move he made. 

“You like that?” He growled, baritone voice vibrating against you as he gave a tight thrust, causing the bed beneath you to creak. You loved the feeling of him inside you, his large size was painful but stretched you out so good. You wanted to feel him deeper—wanted him to tear you apart.

“Y-you’re so big” You gasped, words flying out of your mouth before you could stop them. Your mind was numb. Hounded by the pleasure that overwhelmed your every nerve. Taehyung nuzzled into your neck, chuckling slightly at your comment.

“Yeah baby?” The hint of cockiness in his voice made you surge with wetness. He pressed his lips behind your shoulder, a sweet spot for you, causing you to sigh loudly in bliss. He was so incredibly close, but still wanted to feel you even closer. He wanted to be consumed by you—your scent, your body, your everything. 

“You can take it can’t you? So good for me” He sighed, moving his lips behind your ear, kissing you softly as he picked up his pace, chasing a high he was trying so badly to suppress. “You’re gorgeous. So fucking beautiful”

He meant every word, and you could tell. You pursed your lips, holding back the desperate scream you wanted to let out, suffocated by his praise as he fucked into you hard. Your breath hitching every time he pushed you closer and closer to the head of your bed. Making sure you could feel every inch he had to give as he came inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your lips found one another, eyes falling shut as you shared an intimate kiss. Taehyung stilled, pulling away to admire your face “Y/n” He whispered, a small smile on his face. It was still unreal to him. The fact you of all people were beneath him like this. His friends would kill to be in his situation—a fact he was well aware of. Even so, he had no intention to kiss & tell, content with wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

You had been straight with him, you had no intention of starting a relationship. And Taehyung knew exactly why—because you were hung up on a certain good for nothing, insecure fuckboy who you claimed to be your best friend. Jeon Jungkook. He hoped over time he could show you that you deserved so much more. It’s for this reason he fucked you like a lover, despite knowing deep down that to you, he would never be one.

“I-I just can’t even fucking believe that you’re—“

Taehyung’s confession was interrupted by a loud BANG on the door. “Y/n!” Taehyung hissed, rolling his eyes at the sound of Jungkook’s whiny voice cutting clean through the beautiful tension that had formed between the two of you. “Y/n please open up!”

Taehyung could see the guilt in your eyes as you pushed him off of you, pressing a finger to your lips “Shit. Taehyung, I’m so sorry. Do you mind hiding for a bit? I’ll get him to leave but if he sees you here…” Taehyung wanted to scowl. If he sees me here then what?

“Y/nnn pleaseeee” The banging persisted, and the slur in Jungkook’s voice confirmed Taehyung’s suspicions. The boy was drunk. Of course. “I’m so sorry. You know I am. Please let me in…I love you baby please” Quickly you guided Taehyung into your closet, where he grabbed your wrist, yanking you into his chest so he could leave you with a chaste kiss.

“Don’t” He urged you, hoping—wishing you would just give up on him. “Don’t answer” 

But he knew his request was in vain. “I can’t just leave him there” You threw on an oversized shirt, barely covering your ass before sliding the closet door shut. Your legs trembled, sore still as you made your way to let Jungkook in.

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❆ ANTIFREEZE ❆

— jimin x female!reader

— smut, pwp | college!au, ballet/christmas au

— alpha/beta/omega-verse, mentions of anxiety & insecurity, mutual pining, semi-public sex, praise kink, spanking, jimin’s thighs in tights, everyone’s putting their inhuman flexibility to good use

— 11.7k

‘Don’t sleep with your dance partners.’ 

For three years, Jimin has followed the above rule religiously. Who knew it would take a vengeful ex, a Christmas fundraiser, and a pair of torn tights for his resolve to crumble?  

↳ alternatively : Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

❆ part of the happy ho-lidays collab ❆

author’s notes | fic inspo - antifreeze by the black skirts/baek yerin. also we’re going to collectively ignore that i did 9 years of ballet bc i took way too many liberties with this fic. balanchine is rolling around in his grave.

happy holidays everyone ♡ @floralseokjin @suga-kookiemonster @sugaurora @underthejoon​ @btssavedmylifeblr​ @kpopfanfictrash​

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Cat Got Your Tongue? - JJK (M)

Hello everyone! I’m back with another Jungkook fic because I have Jk brain rot rn. Please enjoy the story and just as a reminder to everyone-I am no longer doing taglists. I apologize for the inconvenience to anyone, but please enjoy the fic! Feel free to send in asks or chat with me, I love to hear from you all <3

Special thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit​ and Ella @oddinary4bts​ for Betaing this fic for me! I appreciate you both very much!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Genre: College!AU, FWB to Lovers, Romance, Smut, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Miscommunication, emotionally constipated OC (who’s surprised? not me), fuckboy jk (that is a warning y’all), Reader is a member of BM’s Big Tiddy Gang, Hobi and Joonie being boyfriends (because I love them both), sick kitten (she gets better!), vet tech yoongles (phew that’s an entirely different wip), SMUT WARNINGS: Virgin Reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (male and female receiving), protected and unprotected sex (do the former not the latter), creampie, vaginal sex, breif daddy Kink (i’m sorry Ella), dirty talk, titty sucking, hair pulling, Jk gets freak nasty.

Words: 18.1k

Summary: You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

“Honestly, this is ridiculous.”

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you tried in vain to study.

“I don’t see why you’re having so many issues lately,” Namjoon, your tutor and quasi friend, sighed before rubbing his face in mutual frustration.

“I don’t either!” you cried, resting your head in your hands. It was rare for you to be frustrated or worked up… Or show any emotion other than moderate irritation.

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New Rules Ch. 1 (m)

fratboy!Jungkook smut/angst

Word Count: 12,623

“Jeon Jungkook just friend requested me on facebook. Huh.”

“What?” Your roommate snaps up in her seat, frozen for a split second, before she’s rushing across the room to throw herself on your bed, “Are you serious?!”

You nod and numbly show her your laptop, where the little notification glows in the corner of your screen, “What does he want from me?”

“I have no clue,” Mijoo says with genuine bewilderment, “Have you ever even spoken to him before?”

“He’s in my writing seminar,” you explain, “It’s an 8 am class, so I see him about once every two weeks when he turns in assignments.”

Mijoo’s lips twitch at that description, “Typical Jeon.”

“Yup. And I wouldn’t have noticed either, but it’s a small class, and the girls always go crazy preening themselves on the day our papers are due… I nearly suffocated in their perfume last time. Such a nuisance… Seriously, what does he want from me?”

“I really can’t think of anything,” Mijoo says as she scratches her head, “Have you posted a bikini photo recently?”

“Pssht. Not where my future employers can find me.”

“Hmm. Maybe your profile photo has a lot of cleavage?”

“I’m wearing a raincoat!”

“Then I really don’t know why he would’ve friended you.”

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Be Quiet

College!AU | Student!JK x Professor!Reader | (ft. Jimin and Namjoon)

genre: smut, lil’ fluff at the end

rating: explicit

description: You never give out extra credit. That is, until you encounter Jeon Jungkook who is willing to obey your every command just for a good grade.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: There’s a lot of Sub!JK, degrading names (slut + whore + fuck boy), unprotected sex (use a condom always please), some cussing, and filth.

a/n: I can’t believe I finally finished. For those of you who read my story “Keep Writing”, this is a remake of it! The roles are reversed and the characters are in a much more mature setting.  I wrote it just for fun, don’t take it too seriously. Enjoy reading! The description does not do the story justice whatsoever, I can’t summarize well lol.

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ego | 01

summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way. pairing⇢ jungkook/reader word count⇢ 12k genre⇢ smut | humor | college!au | fuckboi!au | fratboy!au warnings⇢ sexual content, voyeurism, masturbation mention, drinking/smoking/partying, swearing, sarcasm, mint!yoongi, lowkey pining, love triangles

a/n⇢title inspired by this song. for @vanxla, who constantly has to listen to me rage about giant manly bangtan hands

chapters⇢ next | series masterlist

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