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Author: @underthejoon as a part of the Bound series with @kpopfanfictrash
Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (her mood boards are amazing - like all the damn time)
Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking
Word Count: 6k
Summary: Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave.
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Amazing. Incredible. Spectacular. Immaculate. Iconic. I could go on forEVER, like WOW. Here is an actual picture of me reading this work of art from my place in hell.
it starts and ends with you
↠ pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader
↠ genre: fluff/smut + friends to lovers au
↠ word count: 15.8k
↠ warnings: slight dom!jeongguk, spanking, light dirty talk, slut calling, light degradation, oral (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), creampie
↠ summary: You have been friends with Jeon Jeongguk for years. And sure, you might be halfway in love with him, but you’re too stubborn to do something or to even realize he’s got his heart laid on a silver platter for you — and for your information, he does not want it back.
↠ a/n: this took me a god long awful time, but i wanted it to be perfect so… hope you all enjoy!
“Let me get this straight.” The blonde-hair man reveals his disbelief with a skeptic look, doubting the severity of the situation your swine of a best friend left you both in before sliding your drinks down the wooden concrete counter. Small cubes of ice colliding with the pellucid crystal like coins in a slot machine, not a single drop of your margarita falling out. “You dyed Yoongi — as in, Min fucking Yoongi’s clothes pink?”
You wince at the memory, running your hands down your face in despair. If looks could kill you would have died the second Yoongi caught your best friend and you in a verbal dispute with his beloved sweater — freshly dyed pink like the lot of his laundry — crumpled Taehyung’s hand. Although the man is a sweetheart dipped in honey (when he tries to be, anyway), he could easily suck the soul out of you with the smallest glare.
Taehyung, who’s settled on the stool beside you, lets his head fall into his hands, an exasperated sigh abandoning his lips. He, for reasons you cannot determine, is completely unaffected by what occurred minutes ago at his apartment. The anger resonating off of Yoongi did not seem to affect him at all. Resting his chin on his palm, he swirls his drink in the glass, an unimpressed expression spreading across his features.
“For the hundredth time, Jimin, you piece of shit, yes,” Taehyung accentuates the last word, frowning. “We both — ow! I mean, I accidentally, maybe on purpose, dyed Yoongi’s clothes pink because I’m the only one with a pair of damn balls — ow! For fuck’s sake, ___, stop pinching me!”
“Sorry,” you glower, eyes narrowed on his figure. “It’s just how I respond to stupidity.”
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