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Player Two. | Kth + JJK

🎮Pairing: Gamer!Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

🎮Rating: Mature

🎮Genre: Smut, fluff, anon request

🎮Word Count: 10.6k

🎮Description: You’ve always wanted to be as good of a gamer as your boyfriend Jungkook and you’ve tried many times to ask for his help only to be turned down…on your game. but this time you’re over his bratty attitude towards it and he still can’t get enough of yours.

🎮Warning: Dom!Jungkook a bit sadistic but he loves her, Hard Dom!Taehyung he just wants to read, Bratty sub!Reader poor baby, unprotected sex, Jungkook has a third leg, oof!, Oral male receiving, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, Jungkook doesn’t play fair, …he has a man bun, Pray for Tae…nothings wrong- he just has to deal with those two, multiple orgasms, Threesome

A/N : first I just want to say, I am so sorry this took so long, I originally had this written and done. funny - it was going to be way shorter, but Due to personal decisions behind my account I decided to re-write it completely make sure it was where I wanted it to be. But I hope you enjoy this!!!

Also this is the request:

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Whatever excitement you thought you would be feeling once you bought your new game station, it was fair to say you could only imagine it…

You thought this bitterly after finding yourself staring blankly at the colorful lights of the Flat screen across the darkened space. A friday night with both of the two men you loved and you’re completely bored out of your damn mind with absolutely nothing to do.

From within the cozy bedroom of your boyfriend’s dorm- you shiver under the cold air. Your feet perched up in front of you from within your seat on the bed and you snuggle yourself further in the thick hoodie covering your semi-bare frame.

Next to you sits a preoccupied male haunched over the side of the bed, your boyfriend Jungkook- whose full attention is once again focused on your game station he’d set up for you weeks ago.

“No go left! He’s on my left!” Jungkook would suddenly yell out into your headset, the ones you bought for your new game and the same pair he’s yet to even let you touch let alone wear. The sudden outburst startles you from your blank thoughts gaining your attention in the process and you blink up at nothing before looking down at him, finding your gaze completely blocked by the thick mass of hair sitting comfortably on top of his head.

You give a soft smile as your immediate reaction, your arm reaching up to grab softly at the dark bun. Your hand connects to it and you’re leaning towards him, a tinge of excitement filling your chest and you eye the loose strands already seeping out from the tie you managed to pull off.

You loved your boyfriend’s long hair, the actions of your fingers playing softly within it’s free state immediately sends waves of deja vu to your mind and before you know it- your hands are running deep within it. Biting your lip in content, his silky dark locs slipping between them and you’re too distracted to notice the way he shifts uncomfortably within his spot.

Jungkook inhales deeply, his eyes narrowing to focus more on the game, but he was finding that very hard to do when you were literally tugging on his hair as if he had his head between your legs—…He sighs ruefully and tries to push his thoughts back towards the game.

Damn… why did he think about that? now he definitely couldn’t focus.

“What is it?” Jungkook questions and you pause once you realize he’s talking to you. your hands slowing their movements and you’re instantly looking up towards the Tv displaying the game you’ve been dying to play.

“Nothing…” You mumble leaning towards him. Your voice is small and sweet but your boyfriend knew better than to stick with that answer.

“Nothing usually means something.” Jungkook sets his mouth in a straight line and the tense muscles in his back softens the second he feels your arms snaking forward around his broad chest.

You hum, squeezing him closer and taking in the soft scent of vanilla rising from his hair, a question mumbled too close into his neck and he’s tense all over again, but for different reasons. A surge of arousal hits him like never before and it only serves to remind him of the lack of sex between the both of you lately.

“Speak louder kitten.” he frowns, watching as his player loses to another and it’s hard to understand you when he has multiple voices talking into his ears from different online players. On top of that, your lips are pressed gently into a sensitive spot that has his nerves shooting electric shocks down his body.

were you trying to turn him on…?

“I said, can I play with you? ” You lift your head and now Jungkook could hear you more clearly. He frowns even more, turning to come face to face with you. Finding your starry eyes sparkling from the light, an adorable pout pooling on your cute face.

Jungkook couldn’t resist.

“I don’t know, can you?” He smirks and he’s so close, you could feel his crisp breath fanning your face. Like instant attraction, you’re immediately taking in his confident gaze, but… you knew Jungkook too well to know there’s a hidden meaning dying to come out of those pink lips.

“What happens if I say yes?” You bite the inside of your cheek, watching his face lift from the shock of your answer. Though you could tell he wasn’t too surprised, when your hands move to fall towards his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder leisurely and You bunch your hands into the bottom of his black shirt.

“Then…” Jungkook twitches with an inhale.

He feels them seep under and onto the hot skin of his abdomen, your cold fingers stilling in one spot. His grip on the controller loosens, a conflicted emotion flashing across his face. On one hand, loving the feel of your touch after spending days without intimacy and on the other, wanting to get back to the high-leveled round, he ironically spent those days getting to.

You smile watching his inner battle, meanwhile your fingers inch down further and dangerously closer towards his jean covered crotch area.

“Hmm?” You hum urging him on.

Jungkook’s Brows twitch just a little and you bite your lip, the tip of your finger making the slightest contact with the cold shell of the— “hey!” You’re exclaiming and To your horror, your boyfriend is suddenly shaking himself out of his trance.

He narrows his gaze down at you, his once lust stricken eyes looking down towards your limbs and finding how conveniently close they were to the controller in his hand. Without another thought, he’s shrugging you off, making your body slide away from his and a sad pout makes its way onto your lips.

“Seducing me out of the game? Seriously? that’s so childish.” He scowls back at you, giving you a glimpse into the other side of him that was thankfully withholding his wrath.

You felt disappointed in the process that your plan didn’t work, bitter annoyance taking over while Jungkook turns completely away from you. You then turn to the other side of your spot, looking towards another individual’s handsome profile. “Tae, can you please tell jungkook to stop being an asshole and let me play my game?” You see jungkook’s muscles tense.

The male, who was immersed into a random book beside you, is taken by surprise. His dark eyes shooting up from the object in his hand and the warm light from the bedside lamp compliments his salmon hair, creating a light glare on his reading glasses.

Taehyung gives a small smile, pink lips stretching at the sight of your soft eyes and he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Before you know it- the arm that’s wrapping comfortably around your waist, taps you gently on your exposed thigh in warning. “Hey, what did we say about you calling him that?” He coos gently “—and Jungkookie, stop being an asshole.” He then scolds, not giving a second thought to defend you.

Meanwhile, Jungkook hasn’t so much as glanced your way while on the game, instead he mumbles something close to “cover me.” into his headset and suddenly his player is stalking slowly from his hiding spot. Two other players shoot from the back as he maneuvers cleverly through the game’s map.

Taehyung then sighs with disappointment “I knew we shouldn’t have let him on that game, who would’ve known he’d be spending so much time on it, once we did?” he shakes his head.

You slip away from Jungkook and back further by Tae.

“Us, Tae.” You deadpan “We knew that.” You would then grumble, crossing your arms and making the bottom of your sweater rise up further to the top of your exposed thighs.

A shiver runs down your spine from the cold air and your boyfriend glances down momentarily before looking back towards the other. “Just let her play. I don’t see how it could be that bad.” Tae sits up, pulling you more into him and you frown from the sudden position.

Jungkook clicks a button that has his first person terminating an opposite opponent on the screen. “Hm. Well I see y/n losing tragically and She’ll say something she will regret- pissing me off in the process and then I’ll have to handle her being a brat for the rest of the night.” he points out to the both of you, making Tae roll his eyes and you frowning even harder at his statement. He then adds “ I don’t know about you, but I would rather not deal with that, especially after these last few days- trust me, you do not want to put me in a bad mood…you will pay for it.” He sighs, still paying close attention to his match.

Tae then drops his book in his other hand, the one arm wrapped around you now rubbing small circles in your thigh. “That’s bullshit, you love when she’s brat. It turns you on just as much as it pisses you off.” He replies immediately afterwards with an arch of his brow and you find that Jungkook’s eyes are suddenly taking a double glance away from the screen. “I know,” He blatantly admits with confidence, mirroring Tae’s expression.

This shocks you in the process and his eyes are now landing entirely on you as if expecting you to say something. “—It’s not like I try to hide it, and like I said, It’s been a rough couple of days. ” he then finishes, catching your loose stare.

You blink and watch as his eyes flicker to where your sweater lands just above your thighs, A sinful emotion passing through. It’s clear enough to have your breath hitching and the act shows you just how much you’d gotten to him. As he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, you feel your body react in an instant, the cold suddenly not so bothersome as before. Jungkook must’ve noticed this, because as soon as you were going to open your mouth…

“Just be patient.” he cuts in, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the direction of the game- leaving you with warming cheeks. On one end, you flush from familiar ache heating up between your legs and on the other- a spike of anger from being brushed off so easily. You huff within your spot, your eyes narrowing to stare daggers as his back.

“ I could kick you off this game you know?” Your arms cross as you lean away from Tae.

His thumbs click skillfully over the controller’s buttons and Jungkook’s smug image cracks. “You could,” he says slowly “…but I doubt that will happen.” He suddenly retorts, traces of playfulness fading from his voice.

“Are you suggesting I won’t?” You lift a brow and narrow your eyes, unfazed.

He could literally snap at the sassiness in your tone, however he was more annoyed by the fact that he’d once again lost his current round along with his teammates and that was probably because he was too busy arguing with you.

Glancing your way with irritation “…That wasn’t a suggestion.” he clips at you, giving you a riled look.

Your face falls from his tone, heart aching from the way this conversation has quickly turned . “I would have never let you play if you were going to be this much of a Jerk, Jeon.” you cross your arms and send him a dirty glare in response and Jungkook’s chest begins to prickle with a familiar mix of emotions. He sits up straighter from his slouched position on the bed- his long torso easily towering your height. His eyes go terrifyingly blank for a few seconds while staring you down and it quickly reminds you just who you were mouthing off to.

“If I was being a Jerk- I’d have you bent over my knee for repeatedly calling me out of my name.” He warns “So if I were you, I’d rethink what exactly classifies me as that- better yet, I’d refrain from calling me that at all kitten.” he says this, as he’s leaning much closer into you. His torso’s intimidating height seems to grow much bigger and once he tilts his head to the side, his long fluffy hair sways beautifully just above his narrowed eyes- an extremely raw aura of dominance overtaking him.

All of a sudden sharp spikes of lust pooled around in your lower regions. A strange thrill you were very much used to getting when it came to your angered boyfriend, pushing its way through your body and creating electric waves of excitement. Jungkook must’ve read this through your reaction or just by your silence alone, however, he’s satisfied enough to then send you a poorly executed wink before he’s turning back towards the game and stating his end to this conversation.

You huff once again “ If you’re going to keep playing, then at least let me join the lobby- there’s literally two controllers.” You point out only to be drowned out by a series of gunshots and explosions going off from the game- Jungkook’s winning streak rising in the process.

“…I don’t think he’s going to budge y/n, maybe you should just wait for another time. You know how stubborn he can get when it comes to these situations.” Tae mumbles half-heartedly while adjusting the book in his hand. Your face screws up with irritation, thinking of all the times you were reminded of that detail, Including the times you or Tae would have to back down for his sake and it didn’t help that your other boyfriend was so willing to give up when you weren’t.

“That’s the problem Tae- Jeon always gets his way, even when we’re just friends. —I’m sick of us bending to his every whim and I’m not going to sit here and let him discriminate against me, because he wants to be the Jackass that hogs everything.” You’re rolling your eyes once again.

“Really now?”

He’s not facing you, but still you could see the way Jungkook’s jaw tenses a little from your tone, his soft eyes hardening with a strange excitement towards the Tv’s screen.

A strong whistle of acknowledgement comes from Taehyung when he hears it as well. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Little one.” he hums, while turning the page of his novel; completely unbothered and there’s a knowing tone etched into his voice when he glances at you “and I won’t be able to help you out this time.”

You roll your eyes at him, turning your attention back towards the younger —but immediately youre jumping back when Jungkook’s stern gaze is fully on you, a small twitch coming to his lips “First, I’m not your friend, I’m your boyfriend, Second, this is not discrimination- you just suck.” He quirks a brow, making the blood in your veins boil.

You scowl heavily at him, Irritation from lack of attention and the fact that he couldn’t care less how much you wanted to play alongside him. “Well you’re looking more like an ex-boyfriend at the moment.” you grumble low under your voice, your fingers playing with the loose material of his bed.

From behind, Tae’s ears pick up on that- his head once again shooting up from the book to eye you and Jungkook worriedly. A small sigh leaves his lips and he shakes his head at your bold statement.

He really hoped you two would work this one out.

Your boyfriend Snaps.

Like a flash Jungkook is abandoning the controller and headset, along with his spot on the bed. He stands tall in his towering height over you, a jump of fear making your stomach flip and your heart races.

Like lightning striking down, Jungkook’s huge palm shoots towards the middle of your chest- His fingers twisting within the thick material of your sweater and He yanks you easily from out of Taehyung’s grasp. It goes by too fast, when you’re abruptly being lifted off of the bed, your shins dragging towards the edge only have you struggle while trying to push your feet towards the ground.

They never make it though, his grip loosening in your shirt just to have him grab you by your upper limbs and lift you gracefully in the air high enough to get a good view of his room, including an uncomfortable Tae.

You squeal out in shock, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders— but as soon as your wide eyes glance down towards him, you’re snapping your mouth shut and bunching them into the fabric of his shirt once again.

He tilts his head, eyes glaring up at you with a challenge, the heat from his body radiating onto your smaller one.

“Hmm…” Jungkook waits for you to say something, fire burning fierce within his eyes and there was no way you were getting out of this one, all thoughts of your game and wanting to play falling to the back of your mind- but now more focused on the sexually charged male holding you in mid-air.

“ I don’t think I heard that correctly…” Jungkook flares his nostrils “ you wanna repeat that kitten?”

You’re silently shaking your head, your bottom lip stuck under your teeth.

“No? Am I talking to myself then?…I don’t remember having such a nasty mouth.” your boyfriend, looks to have gotten angrier by your silence and while it scares the hell out of you, there’s an uncontrollable throbbing within your core that has you whimpering in return.

You want so badly to cross your legs, your feet dangling helplessly in the air- but you’d hate to admit that dealing with a pissed off Jungkook was just as much of a turn, as to him whenever you were in your bratty moods. There was always some part of you that would regret getting him to this stage of anger, but watching the twisted excitement in his glare, had your legs turning to jelly and your skin prickling with goosebumps as his hands brought you even closer onto him.

The movement was enough to make you realize just how much your sweater had ridden up against him, nothing but the full display of your tiny cotton shorts to your other boyfriend beside you.

Speaking of… “Taehyung…” Your voice pleads towards him, the boy with salmon hair now at full alert to the situation, but what you weren’t counting on was the way his eyes seemed to be glued to your exposed bottom half. A sharp scowl pinning your way, before it’s snapping up at the sound of your voice and he doesn’t answer, only to stare at you head on.

In frustration, you whine out- your legs, swinging and kicking towards Jungkook and you’re fisting your hands into Jungkook’s shirt angrily, almost as if you were throwing a tiny tantrum. “I just wanted to play the game! my game,” your body writhes violently and Jungkook watches you with dismay “fucking put me down Jeon, I’m not a kid.” You growl out your next response and to your shock, he actually lets you go. The next thing you know, you’re falling heavily onto your feet, your chest heaving, but you can’t help the disappointment of losing your boyfriend’s touch.

Jungkook’s glare only seems to get nastier after that and had it not been for Taehyung’s voice cutting through the air- you may have thought you’d actually won against him.

“Well you got one thing right Jungkookie,” he sounds a lot closer than you originally thought him to be. You turn towards his voice, the other male no longer in his spot on the bed. “ She did say something she would regret tonight.” Another hand, that doesn’t belong to jungkook, twists your shoulder in the opposite direction, your body snapping instantly towards your second pissed boyfriend.

“Huh?” You swore that if your eyes got any wider, you’re scared they may actually pop out of your skull.

Taehyung steps into you with an intimidating aura, one that almost matches Jungkook, but with the heat you feel burning from the opposite direction- you’re almost glad to be facing him right now. You return a perplexed expression, not understanding how you could have managed to make him angry as well.

“Tae-…?”

“—It’s one thing to be a brat,” he cuts in, his voice lower than ever and the subtle bass of it’s tone- has your spine too rigid for you to move. “You want to play your game, I get it. But what you won’t do- is threaten one of us, like we’re disposable toys, because you didn’t get your way, little one…that’s not how this relationship works.” He scolds.

You shiver at his steel expression. No matter how many times you’d found yourself in trouble, there was never a time when he was this pissed along with Jungkook. Taehyung was always the one saving you from him, not running you so far down into submission, that you didn’t notice you were moving yourself back towards the other.

The hard planes of his chest suddenly connects to your back and Jungkook doesn’t budge the slightest while feeling your body press onto him.

“— I-I was just kidding…” He could hear the desperation in your voice.

There’s a strange flutter in Jungkook’s chest, a familiar sensation of excitement shooting throughout his body and straight to his hardening member. He looks back down towards your trembling state, watching as his partner scolds you- but It wasn’t enough. Jungkook’s hands were itching to bend you over and he was ready for the moment he would give you a reminder as to why this was no joking matter.

Kidding or not- you belonged to them.

“—Are you going to let her play?”

Jungkook blinks and then he’s looking up towards a frowning Taehyung. He then glances down towards you with an equally as surprised expression- both of you put off by his question. His face then goes hard again “Fuck no. I was going to teach her after beating this round- but she can kiss that goodbye.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so pissed.

“She has a lot to learn before I let her anywhere near it.” He then mutters deathly low, but you and Tae could hear him clear enough. It also didn’t help once you felt his fingers tugging lazily at the back of your sweater. A subtle gesture, that at most times could seem sweet, but in this moment -it only played as a reminder to his overwhelming presence.

The man in front of you, looks at Jungkook Thoughtfully, his brow lifting with intrigue during their silent conversation. You think about feeling left out and all the thoughts that could possibly be running in his mind, his blank expression doing no justice before a cocky smirk plays on his face.

“Okay.” He agrees as if it were the most simple solution, a small shrug as he turns to eye you once again and you’re swallowing. “ I don’t think she’s earned it anyway.”

Your jaw drops.

“I don’t need to earn what I bought.” You can’t stop your mouth from opening, rolling your eyes in outrage from Taehyung’s comment.

You received silence in return, neither of them commenting on your bratty attitude any longer and honestly, you felt that that was much worse than having them scold you like before. It felt as if you were standing in quicksand , your entire body dropping further and further into a deep puddle of trouble by your own actions. But maybe that was because you were quite literally being pulled down.

Jungkook’s hand seizes it’s playful teasing with your clothes and instead fists into them from behind to tug on it. “On your knees…now.” Is all he has to say and the command in his voice tells you everything you need to know.

You were really in for it…

A slow breath leaves your mouth and you’re looking up towards Tae. He stares back at you unforgiving, watching you hesitate under his partner’s control. “Don’t give me that face, you heard him…on…your knees.” Tae makes sure to punctuate each word clearly, your body immediately jolting with the second order.

You allow Jungkook to pull you lower, your knees connecting to the soft carpet of his bedroom’s floor along with your hands. From the side of you, Jungkook takes his seat back on the edge of his queen sized bed. The hand gripping your sweater, pulls you closer to him, enough to have you on all fours directly within his reach. This way, he had full access to your ass and even if you wanted to shy away from him, it would prove to be difficult with his hold on your coverings.

Jungkook tilts his head as if he were thinking deep about something, focus falling towards Taehyung. “Are you just going to watch or am I to handle this myself?” He asks, gazing up towards the still male who had yet to make any effort to move.

Taehyung shrugs, his gaze going opposite of Jungkook and over towards you. “That Depends…” He hums to himself, his arms unwinding from each other as he takes a few strides closer to where you were kneeling. You suck in a shaky breath as a wave of lust crawls over you again, your eyes following up the long flowing slacks of his pants when he comes to stand in front of you.

He’s leaning, the top part of his torso coming to meet you in your submissive state and he’s bringing a hand up to lift your chin more towards him. Taehyung smirks, a ‘tsk’ leaving his mouth as he notices the deep lust pooling in your eyes and the reaction has you flushing, your cheeks warming along with how hard you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You feel your sweater getting pulled tighter, Jungkook’s hand twisting in it even more and Taehyung realizes that it must have been from you leaning more towards him instead. A small whimper on your end from the aggression.

his hand moves.

He half smirks, dropping his stare down towards your mouth where it was captured just above the placement of his thumb and He runs his tongue over his own- eyes darkening at the thought of those rude words leaving such a pretty sight only moments ago. You then feel the pad apply pressure on your chin, your swollen lip, slipping out in effect and that same pad of his thumb is coming up to run teasingly across it.

You hear Jungkook’s voice thicken from behind you “…On?” He leads.

Taehyung dips his thumb in, an unknown sweetness dancing across your taste buds and you willingly close your mouth around it. His mouth twitching and pushing that same thumb towards the back of your tongue before running it along to hear the vibration of your moan against it.

Tae lets out a strangled breath. “How long can she last without cumming?”

His question has your eyes widening, feral eyes fixated on your mouth. “I want to see how long it takes before she’s apologizing for what she said and who knows? Maybe she’ll even beg to make it up to us.” He gives a cocky grin.

Jungkook blinks, his mind whirling around with the idea and you’re not used to him being stunned into this kind of silence.

Taehyung continues anyway “What do you say little one? You’ve said some very mean things to Jungkookie…even when I warned you, so you disobeyed me as well.” he pauses to watch a flash of recognition reach your eyes “ Do you want to make it up to us? — wanna suck my cock to earn my forgiveness?” He coos, officially slipping into his role and as bratty as you felt, you nod obediently, your ass swaying just a little in front of Jungkook.

He takes notice, ripping his eyes from Taehyung and they roam over your backside appreciatively. The sight of white cotton shorts cupping delightfully around the swells of your ass and not that you noticed, but he could very clearly see the soaked patch of your arousal seeping through, a twitch within his sweats, causing him to look back towards the both of you.

Taehyung presses down harder on your tongue “But what about Jungkookie? Are you going to make it up to him? After all what you said was highly unacceptable.” He starts to move it back and forth- another hand full of rings, coming to grab your neck as his thumb is thrusting repeatedly into your mouth. It makes you wish for the real thing, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking Tae off—but then your mind falls towards Jungkook- the boyfriend who was truly pissed and the one you knew could fuck you into a mindless fool for your Actions.

Unable to speak, you nod again.

“That’s what I thought.” He beams, slipping his thumb out only to wipe it off on your cheek and then he’s patting your head like a pet. He then rises, his body straightening to look down on you with arrogance. “But first, Jungkookie will let you play the game.”

You didn’t have to look to hear the defiance in Jungkook’s response. “ What? Fuck that, I’m not-”

“It’s your fault it’s gotten to this point in the first place, you should’ve dealt with her the moment she called you an asshole and you should’ve stopped acting like one and let her play…after all it, it is her game.” Taehyung doesn’t allow Jungkook to get another breath out, only for the younger to glare lasers down towards the middle of your back—his words only creating more tension for you.

You swallow watching as he looks to you expectantly “As I was saying, you’ll play, but only under my rules…if you die, you won’t cum- if you give up before then, same thing. understand?” He crosses his arms again, cold expression loosening once he sees you nod in response. Although your mind was really stuck on the part where you wouldn’t get to cum- a million thoughts surrounding that vague piece of info and you can’t help but to flush even more at what your boyfriend has planned for you.

“ You have nothing in your mouth, I don’t understand why you aren’t using it.” Jungkook’s voice vibrates in your chest from its strength. “answer him the right way, kitten.”

Your mouth goes dry and when you speak, it’s like your tongue was so much thicker all of a sudden. “Y-Yes Sir.” You breathe another flash of heat coming over you when Tae smirks in appeasement.

“Good girl, Go ahead and take a seat in front of Jungkookie, he’s going to help you.” Your boyfriend’s voice seems to grow softer with that. In response, Jungkook is tugging you up by your sweater, his anger surpassing Taehyung’s and there’s nothing sweet about the way he has your back slamming into his hard chest- His arms caging your body in.

“Here.” Jungkook grumbles irritably, handing you the second controller to your game while getting the match ready with the first one. You take it, the cool plastic falling into your hands and when it vibrates to life, you’re shivering in front of him.

As he concentrates, you feel the soft pulls of his breath falling towards the back of your neck , his hands situated directly in front of you to manipulate the screen and before you know it, he’s starting the new match on a much easier map for you.

With your fingers trembling over the buttons- a complete contrast to the way jungkook was doing earlier, you try to get comfortable. Your hips then shift noticeably in his lap and a gasp escapes your mouth once the undeniable bulge of your boyfriend’s erection is digging into your lower back.

His thick shape has your heart escalating, the hope of having him fill you up making your nerves shoot up with tingles of anticipation and You swallow hard in your mouth, your hips writhing on the edge of the bed from the thought.

The screen suddenly lights up and as you’re met with your first person getting ready to move out, you quickly notice that you’re the only one. The silhouette of your character standing by itself only to be faced with multiple enemies working their way around to get to you.

You then feel a sharp twinge in your temple from frustration…the asshole put you on a team by yourself!??

“What are you waiting for?” Jungkook’s smirk could be heard in his voice, his hands suddenly coming to rest on your thighs straddling him “If you don’t go now, they’re going to kill you…wouldn’t want you to die so quickly.” He chastises, your mind easily imagining a shit-eating grin on his face and how badly you wished you could turn your character around and shoot his stupid custom, bubblegum pink gun towards him.

You huff inwardly, cursing him within your mind before moving your character and just as you took a few steps—there’s a shifting sound moving from the side of you.

You frown not knowing whether that was from the game or not, but somehow, you remembered the right trigger button for the fictional gun and you’re setting off a chain of shots towards two enemies coming your way, nailing them both perfectly.

Holy shit.

“…Not bad.” Your boyfriend praises, but he sounds the least bit interested.

Soon that very much changes.

In-fact, In the next few minutes, you’re actually doing way better than Jungkook originally thought you to be. Your sudden onslaught of gaming skills, making him grit his teeth at the fact that you were actually keeping a pretty good killing streak. Eyes narrowing with skepticism, while watching you take out, yet another opponent. Did you really need him to teach you at this point? His hands tense impatiently at your sides, fingers gripping on your thighs so hard, you were sure they would bruise immediately afterwards and the slight pain makes you wince.

All of a sudden spots of salmon pink enter the bottom of your peripheral vision. Jungkook is still behind you, completely tensed and even though you had on your thick sweater— you could still feel the heat from his body radiating onto your back. Your legs still spread on either side of him, you can’t help but to look when that salmon pink is moving in closer towards you. Like a feather Tae’s lips gently tap at the soft skin of your inner thigh and it has you gasping with surprise- his head suddenly shooting up to eye you. You’re holding your breath, dark mischievous eyes peering up at you from under his pretty eyelashes and through his reading glasses.

He smirks “Jungkookie, it seems our little one needs more help focusing on the game.” he says before turning to nip harshly at delicate flesh and you yelp from the pain. “Can you help her?”

Jungkook shifts from behind you “ Kitten can’t follow the rules huh?” he tsks slowly into your ear and with the controller trembling within your hands, you snap your eyes back towards the screen that displays your player standing in one place, multiple enemies slowly making their way around and it was then that you realized you should probably get moving. This is just a test… you try to tell yourself…they want you to fail…you continue to swivel your thumb on the analog stick. The character moves forward, their light walk having them move slowly and cautiously up until you’re pressing down hard onto the rubber and they’re suddenly within a crouched position. The action is spurred on by the feel of two big hands sliding up into your sweater, a shudder racking through you from their coolness and you’re instantly recognizing your move from earlier. They glide upon the exposed skin of your waist and Jungkook raises them up further, his rough palms moving across your delicate skin and up until he stops just below your bare chest. You exhale, willing yourself to relax but you were too worked up with the feel of petal lips making their way around your inner thighs and not to mention the fact that Jungkook’s fingers seem to only stay just before the sensitive skin.

The two sensations have you blinking with uncertainty, feeling your concentration slowly slip away from you and it takes almost everything in you not to look away. You die you won’t cum….You’re swallowing down Taehyung’s words, the weight of their meaning becoming clearer as his mouth lands a hot, open kiss on the same place his teeth were nipping.

“ I-I don’t think this is necessary…” You’re frowning, desperately trying to cling on to your logic when there’s another pair of hands moving sensually across your legs, their warmth completely different to the ones tracing and circling beneath your chest area.

With a vibration coming from Jungkook’s chest, you hear the low breaths of a devious chuckle leaving him. His hands however don’t stop their teasing, but only to move up, the subtle tip of his nails moving around and anywhere besides the hardening buds holding all of your nerves.

“That’s not good to hear, when you’ve been begging to play all this time.” he places a chaste kiss to the back of your neck, small and slow dips following as he waits for a response.

Taehyung has yet to take his eyes off of you, the searing heat of his stare burning on your face when you’re getting a grip on yourself. “ Are you giving up so soon little one?” he decides to ask when you don’t reply back to jungkook. “If you don’t want to play anymore, you can tell us. I’m sure Jungkookie wouldn’t mind skipping straight to your punishment.” He provides, as if to help alleviate all of your frustration.

You’re stifling a groan from the reminder, thinking about not being able to cum if you were to give up or lose this round. “I much rather just play with you.” those tiny words come out in a breathy manner, the want for your boyfriends almost unbearable by now “B-But… I’ll keep p-playing.” you mutter, fingers still moving clumsily across the surface of your controller.

Tae notices during the way your eyes twitch with hesitation to look away from the screen and how they waver after your character sprints into a nearby hiding spot, taking out a random bot. He sees Jungkook peer up from placing continuous kisses on your neck, his starry eyes glazed with carnal lust and anger- his lips curling up to expose his teeth. You yelp out, a sharp nip from him, coming onto the sweet spot within the junction of your neck and shoulder, making Taehyung stare once again at those beautiful lips of yours.

His own actions are brought on by the thought of getting them wrapped around his dick, fingers finding the bands of your cotton shorts and having to pull them down not so gracefully, on your hips. He’s then met with the view of your caramelized pussy, his face going blank to hide any excitement of wanting to run his tongue along the wetness, so he could taste the effect of his and jungkook’s presence. He then looks up, finding not only the smouldering gaze of the younger, but to find your wide eyes staring down at him as well, your lips parting and chest rising a little harder than before. He frowns, bringing a hand up to come down upon your outer pussy and the impact connects with the swollen bud that was your clit. Your whole body jerks, ironically causing your character to do the same when your finger slips on the buttons.

“No looking, or we can really wrap this up sooner than you’d want to.” Tae bites, a look of promise passing within his eyes Clear enough to have you looking back up, but then a whine is quickly riding up your throat. Without warning, He’s sinking two fingers into you, invading your core past his knuckles and curling them deliciously towards your walls. You moan, a broken gasp making its way to both their ears and from behind you could once again feel your boyfriend’s cock twitching with attention.

Jungkook’s hands now move to fully cup your chest, taking this as a sign to up his efforts and he’s glancing towards the screen to see your timer and that your character is still alive. He scowls down towards his partner “ She has less than five minutes…” he hints, the movement of his hands visible under your sweater.

To your dismay, Taehyung completely understands the implication, his fingers beginning to move at a steady pace, coating them and slipping them out run them up your slit teasingly before pushing them back in a bit faster. At the feel of that, your chest nearly caves - shallow breaths beginning to turn deeper and drawed out, your breast rising and falling in Jungkook’s hands.

You’re determined however, watching your character easily take down another bot and then 3 more. You glance to the side to see the timer Jungkook was looking at before and when you see that you had only two minutes left, there’s a jump of happiness that has your heart racing for the possibility of actually beating the round. However, in the moment of Joy- you’re caught off guard by the sensation of Someone’s mouth coming to suckle vigorously upon your clit. The heat of Tae’s textured tongue licking and flicking up, all around wherever his fingers weren’t and for a second you’re almost sure you were about to drop the controller once you then felt the pressure of your nipples being pinched harshly.

You cry out from the abrupt pleasure, your shaking body and fingers struggling to keep on as you try to bring your mind back from the building feeling of hot pressure in your core.

At Jungkook’s mercy, he twists and pulls and molds your chest to his liking, loving the sounds of your cute moans falling from your lips and disregarding the sudden shift on the screen.

Your back arches “fuck please!” You gasp, throwing your head back and feeling as Taehyung slurps up your arousal, his teeth going to nip at your clit and his fingers having yet to stop their work- now going on a rougher path. Meanwhile, Jungkook embraces your position, seeing the controller slip helplessly from your hands and smirking as they reach for the salmon hair of the man eating you out with a purpose. He could see your legs shaking- the view of your inner thighs littered with darkening patches and he wishes he could make some there of his own. With another wave of lust, Jungkook tugs again at your sore nipples, his lips latching back onto your neck instead to place harder kisses upon the supple skin. You writhe under both of them, your fingers tangling within your boyfriend’s hair and all of a sudden he hums pulling away.

“Please what? Little one, are you ready to make it up to me and Jungkookie?” Taehyung’s question seems to make him look as if he was in full control, however you’re thrown off by the wild emotion hiding within his eyes. You whimper, his fingers slowing their thrusts and you’re forced to listen to the lewd sounds they make while doing so.

“ P-Please…” you plead again, rocking your hips into them to get more stimulation. “Please Tae, I didn’t d-die.”

He tilts his head, chin and mouth glistening with your juices before he turns around to see the game paused at 10 seconds. He comes back towards you, his eyes narrowing “You didn’t win either…” he states, stopping his fingers and then looking towards jungkook with an expression as if to say ‘your call.’

He shrugs, his hands stopping the teasing to your nipples, but they remain warm on your chest. “Whether she wins or not, I don’t give a shit.” He frowns impatiently “What she said was unacceptable and I can’t wait to show kitten exactly why that is.” He breathes huskily and close enough into you, to have your body reacting with a trembling whimper.

Taehyung purses his lips at that, his own excitement hidden well enough to have your breath hitching with unease, the empty heat of what was building to be your orgasm, slowly fading away and your mind begins to turn delirious with want. Without thinking, you’re jerking your hips down onto Tae’s fingers, the digits sliding up on a sensitive spot inside of you and managing to stir a sigh of relief from you. Your boyfriend hisses, your pussy sucking his fingers in so tight he almost regrets ripping them away from you.

You whine, becoming bratty once again from his actions and you find yourself caving, mouth pulling into a small pout and spewing out words you would soon regret mumbling desperately. “Please, I don’t care about the game anymore, I need more.” You breath, purposely grinding your hips back onto Jungkook and feeling a swell of pride in your chest from the stifled groan you were able to get from him in return. “I’m s-sorry, I’ll make it up t-to you…”

Tae eyes you both hungrily, catching as Jungkook’s hands fall from your sweater to grip tightly at the exposed flesh of your hips, his face screwing up as if to look like he was in pain. His lips parting and eyes falling shut as you rubbed your ass purposely against his erection.

“Fuck…” he swallows, finding himself so turned on, it was almost painful at this point and judging by His reactions- Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer than he was willing. Taehyung eyes your mouth one last time and to your surprise, suddenly springs up from his position. His hand reaching out, he pulls fast at the bottom of your sweater, snatching you away from Jungkook just as he had done to him earlier. You squeal again for the second time, your body forced to stand up on your wobbly legs and you’re crossing them quickly, the evidence of your lust beginning to pool down your inner thighs. However, it’s unfortunate, with how fast your boyfriend was ripping your sweater over your head- leaving you cold and fully bared to the both of them. Jungkook’s eyes immediately falling towards your swollen chest and perked nipples.

“Show us then, little one.” He purrs, coming to lift your face towards him and he’s leading you back towards the bed.

You gasp feeling your legs stumble and you’re falling on your back—Jungkook having left his spot to place two pillows beside where you lay and you’re looking around, taking a deep breath when you spot him lifting his shirt over his head. You’re caught by the tanned skin of his upper body, tight muscles sculpted over his abdomen and he eyes you back-running over your body appreciatively before stalking his way over to you.

“On your stomach, kitten and I won’t repeat myself.” He taps your thigh, helping you turn completely within your spot until the soft cushions of the fluffy pillows were lifting your hips higher than the rest of your body. You shift, gripping the sheets underneath yourself anxiously when your other boyfriend comes into your view from the other side of the bed. You blink, swallowing within your dry mouth as Taehyung undresses to his full glory, his body immediately catching your attention and setting off the butterflies deep within your stomach. He gazes down towards you and to your vulnerable position in front of him, smirking as he places himself directly in front of you-but this time, there’s still that hint of softness behind his eyes you were used to seeing.

“So pretty…” he mumbles, staring at your lips “I bet they’ll look even prettier wrapped around my cock right little one? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

You nod, biting down hard on your tongue, your mouth immediately salivating even more than before. He smiles even more, watching closely while gripping the base of his curved dick- your eyes able to take in it’s pretty site. It’s hard which isn’t too shocking, but long and oozing precum like an overflowing fountain. The sticky mix drips continuously from the red hot tip and pools around the ring of Taehyung’s occupied hand. You lean towards it, eyes never leaving the tempting sight but to keep focus as he slowly pumps himself harder, if possible. Once close enough, you’re leaning off of the pillows, eyes peering up once again at a fully captivated Taehyung and his look alone was enough to have you lower yourself down onto him, his chest rising harder with every inch you seem to take in until he’s spewing curses and ultimately distracting you from the huge dip in the bed behind you.

“Starting without me?” Your other boyfriend announces rhetorically “I guess you really want to get rid of me huh kitten?” He then growls, rough hands surpassing your muted response and gripping the backs of your thighs to tug you closer as his own legs come to straddle your ass. He tsks’ admiring the unmarked beauty of it, spreading your cheeks apart and lining himself expertly against your entrance - a bolt of dark excitement coming to his chest as he grins wolfishly and imagines all the ways to mark it up with his existence.

All of a sudden, Jungkook’s cock is sinking into you- stretching you within the tight squeeze of your position. His length breaches easily into your twitching walls- not going too fast, but also not stopping to let you adjust to him. With a long mewl, you buck your hips towards the bed, only to be stopped from the thick layer of pillows arching you towards him and you could only imagine the big grin within his voice as he forces you to take him on fully.

“Don’t run from me, kitten.” Jungkook breathes heavily, rocking himself a little more into you. “You asked for this.”

You’re whimpering out from it around Taehyung, the vibration from your voice massaging his dick along with your writhing tongue- drool beginning to pool around as your mouth hangs open from the blissful yet slightly painful intrusion.

“Do you like the way his cock is filling you up, little one? Is Jungkookie deep in your pretty pussy? fuck, tell me how good he feels baby…” He moans out low, a hand coming to run through your hair lovingly, As his dark gaze stays glued to your mouth around him.

Jungkook is still sliding more into you, his grip on your hips tightening the further he goes and the sheer size of him is taking your breath away as he seems to reach his end. But then Just as you felt like you were getting used to him, Jungkook is pulling out all the way to the tip. Your toes curl in anticipation, bracing yourself for the man behind you and simultaneously Taehyung pulls himself away to hear your response. His fingers curl painfully within your hair getting a good grip to pull your face towards him.

“Disobeying me again are we?” He sends a nasty grin, watching your half-lidded eyes blink up at him. In an instant Jungkook’s hips are ramming back into you, pushing his cock easily to the hilt and maybe even a bit further than your limit allowed.

“ oh g- od…” you cry out.

No matter how prepared you were to take him, nothing could ever brace you for the way he immediately pulls back out and begins to set a brutal tempo, His hard thrusts jerking your body viciously towards a still grinning Tae. You look back up to him, his salmon hair glowing from the light behind him and he looks absolutely god-like, sultry eyes swirling with a dark lust from your fucked out gaze.

“Oh little one…” he coos and your mouth parts with instant cries and whimpers. Taehyung’s grip in your hair tightens even more, his own lust consuming him. “You didn’t answer me.” He reminds you with a snarl, the tip of his cock coming back to press at the outside of your lips. The wetness from his pre-cum smears over them in the process and he eyes the way your tongue flicks over afterwards with excitement- the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. His eyes then darken with fascination, dick twitching from your obedient behavior and the action has you clenching your pussy harder.

Jungkook releases a groan from your arousal gushing around him- fascinated by the way your swollen pussy was sucking in his length and how it glistened while his cock was fucking into you repeatedly. He then moves a bruising hand from your hips, his large palm coming down hard on your ass cheek to catch your attention and you cry out even harder.

“Fucking answer him Kitten, tell him how well your little pussy is taking my dick…” he booms, no room for objection.

Your labored breaths are hard to control, the sight of Taehyung beginning to blur from your watering eyes and you swallow in your dry mouth. “He’s D-De-ep, Too deep Tae, I think I-I’m abo- to c-cum.” Your sentence comes out broken with every thrust his partner is laying into you.

Taehyung releases his grip and runs it soothingly over the spot he’d been holding, a complete contrast to how roughly your other boyfriend was ruining you from behind. “Already Little one? No fair and you haven’t even sucked me off yet.” He replies, imitating your brat like persona and you whimper once again- hearing the promising tone in his words.

“Be a good girl and open up for me.” He says switching to a huskier tone and he takes it upon himself to grab his cock, tapping it a few times on your parted mouth. You obey immediately, opening up more so that he could ease himself back in- your moans muffled as they grow louder. A satisfied smirk appearing on his face as he watches his adorable girlfriend’s eyes glaze over and roll back- your grip on his thighs like steel while you’re quickly pushed into your orgasm—You’re cumming around Jungkook in an instant. your body screams with pleasure; a gush of overwhelming heat sending it into a frenzy of delectation, your toes curling in protest and you’re almost wanting to collapse.

Taehyung pushes your mouth down on him, ignoring your loss of breath and his dick twitches again from the sight of Jungkook pounding into you. The man’s thighs slapping against your delightful ass relentlessly and his hands making your spine curve down as they push into the middle of your back.

His face is focused and dark- expression almost sadistic when he feels your walls ripple violently around him and he could tell you were going into overstimulation.“ Look at that,” Jungkook growls with excitement “ I get to make kitten cum all over again…” he gloats, strokes becoming rougher and Taehyung huffs, shaking his head in astonishment. He did say that the kid loves when you’re bratty… it only gave him more of a reason to fuck you like this. Which is why Taehyung almost felt bad for you.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t have much time to really think about it when your head is bobbing down on him deliciously. His jaw going slack at the combination of your hot swirling tongue and moans dancing around his member and you’re suddenly hollowing your cheeks- causing his hips to jerk up.

“How does she feel hyung?shit… I hope our kitten isn’t neglecting you?” Jungkook smirks, watching him, his own grunts falling effortlessly as he digs deeper. You however, can’t stop the high pitched noise from forming within your throat when he suddenly brings another smack to your ass- and four more to come afterwards, just because he liked the way it jiggled from the contact.

In your mouth you could feel Tae swell, your head rising up so that you could swirl your tongue over the velvety skin of his mushroom tip.

“Gonna cum…soon ” He dips his head back, a guttural groan rumbling through his chest when you then swipe over the tiny slit and he’s bringing a hand back to push you further down him. He then begins to thrust up into you setting a consistent pace that has his legs and hips trembling with every stroke. Your eyes widen and tears begin to leak down your cheeks letting you get a better view of his vulnerable state. His dark brows knitted and petal lips parted as his smooth, tan chest rises with quickened breaths and it only makes you want to please him more.

Jungkook hooks a hand behind your knee and pushes your left leg to the side of you. The new angle opens you up for him, the sensation of your battered walls molding onto his thick cock over and over has your mind going blank and your core heating up fast with your next release. His uncompromising thrusts, takes your breath away and just as your nails were beginning to dig into Tae- Jungkook is grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, leaving you helpless .

“So good Kitten, fuck you’re so fucking perfect- look at how youre going make Tae cum… And I’m not far behind.” He chuckles darkly to hide a moan and you clench around him for mercy, your walls quivering in sensitivity. “I’m g-gonna cum in this pretty little cunt and he’s going to paint that rude mouth of yours kitten- isn’t that what you want?” Jungkook growls menacingly, no trace of compassion in his voice.

Just like Jungkook, Tae’s strokes had become ruthless, his cock sliding up past your tongue and you try your best to breath through your nostrils. The only support you have as they begin to turn sloppy and rushed, comes from the harsh grip he holds once again on your hair. Suddenly, you feel him swell, Tae’s face screwing up with unbelievable pleasure and a beautiful moan falls desperately from his lips, before you feel the hot spurts of his cum. His chest heaves and his abdomen clenches - his sloppy strokes coming to a deep halt within your mouth and you’re forced to take in every last drop - your mouth never stopping its work to have him trembling underneath you.

“Good girl.” You hear him breath heavily while making you stop your actions, his hand loosening its grip to rub soothingly within your hair for affirmation. You whimper in return— still unable to speak from having Jungkook pound into you in the process, your second release nearing closer.

Spent, he gratefully slips himself out and you take in as much air as you can, before you feel Jungkook halt within you once again. Like clockwork he’s flipping you over, his hands snatching your legs to pull you closer and before you know it, Jungkook pulls you up to straddle him, slipping back into you and plunging himself to the hilt to continue his rough ministrations. You’re lost for words, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs and you find yourself turning to Jelly, your thighs quivering and even now that you could see Jungkook in such a feral state— you try to will your eyes open to look at him. His face is concentrated on you, sweat dripping down his sides and his long fluffy hair is now matted down and damp in the process.

You moan from the heated sight, the pleasure once again bringing your eyes to tears and when he shifts to meet your bouncing hips, he manages to tear an even louder cry from you… “ Fuck, J-Jeon please” you beg looking him in the eyes, not sure how much more you could take before crashing on him. Jungkook glares up at you, but behind those hard eyes, there’s still a notable hint of adoration within them and that alone could easily take your breath away. You gasp out, his hands guiding you down roughly onto him, his length hitting you in all the right places and even though this was clearly meant to be your punishment—he was now fucking you with the intent to make you cum before he does.

There’s a short tightening in your chest, a bad feeling coming to you for the words you threatened him with not long ago and you’re slowly slipping a hand into his hair while sinking your nails into his shoulder blades- a pained gasp leaving his mouth and he curses from his rising orgasm.

“Fuck, Kitten Im close,” Jungkook moans, his grunts becoming breathless and broken and he lolls his head onto your shoulder, one of his hands leaving your hips to thumb quickly at your clit.

Your body stutters, an abrupt scream leaving your lips as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere with no warning, your nails digging harder into Jungkook as he continues to bring you down onto him to chase his high. “Fuck!” He curses, his arms wrapping around your waist and his release is spurred on by your walls gripping him unbearably tight. Jungkook halts deep inside of you, just like Tae- his cock paints your insides with the warm mixture— his body shaking under yours and he’s planting chaste kisses on your shoulder and chest.

Slowly, he then lets you go and Jungkook, gently lays your body back towards Tae, your head connecting with his lap. You then hiss feeling Jungkook slip out fully, your sore body still trembling with aftershocks of your orgasm and you don’t move even while feeling a huge dip in the bed from your boyfriend collapsing next to you and Taehyung.

There’s a long pause of silence, nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the air, all three of you exhausted and you nearly forget why you were so worked up in the first place.

A soft caress comes to your head, the feel of Taehyung’s hands running soothingly within your hair and whispering sweet nothings about how well you did to make up for your attitude earlier. You hum with content- your eyelids, heavy and you then feel as jungkook shifts to turn your way.  Your gaze now falling towards him, you find that he’s giving you a comforting smirk and when he leans down closer to press his lips to yours— there’s a sudden thump falling to the floor.

You flinch back and once again you’re caught off guard by the sudden noise of people shooting within the video game- the screen no longer on pause, but now displaying your first person getting killed in an instant and you feel the pull of a smile coming on your lips—your boyfriend raising an inquisitive brow when he notices.

“You knew you were about to die…and you paused it.” He scowls his lips almost going into a pout, but while that happens, there’s the undeniable bulge of his erection lining your outer thigh and Taehyung’s hands going down to caress over your chest and pinch at your sore nipples. You gasp, keening to them and sucking in your bottom to suppress your heated reaction to their incredible stamina, your eyes falling over the screen once more before watching Jungkook’s pout turn to a predatory grin.

One thing for sure…you really weren’t going to play anytime soon.

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this is one of my real favs from tae, and i want to keep it with me for as long as i can cause this is a ~comfort zone~ thing. honestly, i fell deeper in love with him after reading *cries*

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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comfort zone!!!

Bts Reaction - when you’re stressed/overworked

Seokjin

“I hate this time of year.”  

“Since when?”  Jin asks from where he’s sat at your side, thinly veiled amusement lilting his voice as his fingers rub neat little circles into the muscles of your lower back.  

“Since forever,” you reply stubbornly, your head flopping forward just in time to see your festively themed socks staring right back up at you mockingly.  “It’s too busy.  Too many assholes buying shitty stuff no one really needs.”  Jin hums sympathetically but allows you to continue your rant interrupted, even though he’s heard it a million times before.  “I swear to god if I have to listen to one more rendition of Holly Jolly Christmas I’m gonna fucking scream.”   

This time Jin just laughs out right, the hand that had been rubbing your sore back leaving to cover his mouth instead.  

“It’s true.”  You sit up a little straighter whilst Jin is busy laughing, grimacing at the ache as you roll your shoulders back.  Standing at a cash register for 8 hours straight is definitely not your idea of a good time.  

“You’re lucky I let you kiss me with that mouth,” he teases as his chuckles subside and you give him a withering look.  Jin can turn the air just as blue when the mood suits him, and you both know it.  He watches the way you twist in your seat to try and get comfortable, a miserable look maring your pretty face, and the affection he feels for you only seems to swell and grow all the more. “How about I go run you a bath?”  You look up with wide, hopeful eyes.

“With the strawberry bubbles?”

“With the strawberry bubbles,” Jin confirms, smiling broadly at the look glee that flashes across your face.  He presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead as he rises from the sofa, tucking your hair behind you ear, and as he leaves the room Jin notices the way you shuffle yourself into the very corner of the cushions and lean your weary head against them.  

You might well say you hate your job, but Jin knows you always give it your best nonetheless, and it makes him proud.  It doesn’t take him long to get your bath ready, scalding hot and bubbling over, just the way you like it, and when it’s done he beckons you in a sing-song voice to which you don’t respond.  

“Sweetheart?”  He rounds the door into the living room and his eyes immediately land upon your sleeping frame, curled up in that soft corner of the sofa, your head lolling against the arm.  It’s with a fond, soft smile that Jin finds an even softer blanket with which to cover you over, letting it settle gently across your form and then tucking in the sides.  You look so sweet and innocent when you sleep - totally incapable of the crude words that’d been tumbling out of your mouth only minutes before - and Jin has to fight the urge to wake you just so he can hold you in his arms.  

“Sleep tight.”

Yoongi

You’re lying on the sofa with your eyes closed trying to will away the pain thumping between your eyebrows when you hear Yoongi arrive home.  The front door slams so hard that it practically shakes the frame around it, and it’s so loud and abrupt that it actually makes you groan aloud, rubbing your temples as the aching only intensifies.  

Maybe if you were in a better state of mind you would’ve noticed how unusual it is that Yoongi neglects to call out his usual greeting.  Instead of speaking all you hear is your boyfriend dropping his bag onto the hardwood floor of the hallway with a clatter, and once again you grimace at the sound.  

“Oh,” Yoongi says as he enters the living room, his voice deadpan.  “So you are alive then.”  

“Just about,” you murmur, pinching the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger.  Yoongi’s silent for long enough that it sufficiently piques your curiosity into prising one eye open.  He’s sat on the sofa opposite with a sullen look on his face, though you’ve no idea for what reason.  “You alright?”  He looks back at you blankly for a moment, one ankle resting atop the opposite knee, and the ice in his stare unsettles you.  What’s gotten into him?  

“Check your phone,” he instructs, nodding towards where it lays at your side.  You do.  Ten missed calls and five text messages.  Shit.  “I’ve been trying to call you for like half an hour.”  

“My phone was still on silent from work, sorry,” you apologise with a frown, laying it face down on the cushions.  Even the light of the screen is hurting your eyes.  

“I’ve asked you so many goddamn times to turn it back on once you get home.”  You’d thought it would’ve been over after you apologised, but apparently not.  He still looks just as pissed off as before, and you can feel yourself becoming upset almost instantly, your throat tightening with emotion.  

You wouldn’t get anywhere near this upset, normally.  Yoongi can be a little grumpy sometimes - ok maybe a lot grumpy - but usually if you apologise and just give him a little time he’ll be back to normal in almost no time at all.  That’d probably be the case now, too, if you could only stand to give him that time in which to calm down.  As it happens, though, you’re still wound up far too tight from your hideous day and the pain thumping inside your skull to take his criticisms anywhere near to gracefully.  

“Yoongi, I-”  He cuts you off, oblivious to the moisture glistening in your eyes.

“What if something had happened?  What would’ve happened then?”  

It catches Yoongi totally off guard when you suddenly burst into tears.  It seems to come out of nowhere; one minute you’re just sitting there looking at him, a frown that he’d mistaken for stubborness written on your face, and the next you’re sobbing your heart out into your hands.  The guilt he feels is instantaneous, all the irritation he’d felt melting away when he sees the state you’re in.

“Hey, c’mon,” he says gently, coming to sit gingerly at your side.  He places his arm around your shoulder, worrying his bottom lip, but is relieved when you instantly lean into his chest to cry on his shoulder.  

“Sorry,” you sniffle, voice thick, his t-shirt fisted in your hands, “There’s just… there’s so much going on… I’ve got so much to do and I had such a-”  A hiccup interrupts your rambling sentence and Yoongi rubs your back soothingly, pressing a kiss into your hair.  “-I had such a horrible, horrible day.  I can’t deal with this from you too, Yoongi, not right now.”  

“I know,” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap so he can fold you in his arms.  You take comfort in it, letting yourself relax into his warmth, soothed by the familiar smell of the aftershave you bought him.  “I’m sorry.  Please, don’t cry anymore.”  

Hoseok

Hobi can tell something’s not quite right with you from the very moment you get home.

You’re not your usual chirpy self, and you’re certainly not acting as you normally do. Most days you come tumbling through the door after class, full of smiles and tales of your day, throwing yourself onto his lap with a childlike exuberance that he loves - but not today.  Today you shuffle into the living room, dragging your feet, and when Hobi greets you just as heartily as he always does he can tell you’re struggling to summon something that would seem anywhere near enthusiastic.  

“Hey,” you reply softly when he bounds up to you and takes hold of your hand to pull you close, pressing a kiss to your cheek.  He tries to smile just as brightly as always, hoping his good mood with be infectious.  

“How was class?”  

“Yeah, not bad,” you answer quickly - a little too quickly for his liking, actually.  “What do you want for dinner?  That chicken needs using…”  

You know you’re changing the topic, and you can already tell that Hoseok sees right through you, but you can’t face talking about your day just yet.  It’s not like anything particularly awful has happened to set you off, but you’ve got so many assignments that are due, so many exams coming up in the next few weeks, that it’s all starting to pile up on top of you.  There’s only so long you can keep smiling and pretending like everything’s ok before you break, and you know if you start talking about it now that’s that’s what’ll end up happening.  

“Sure,” Hobi concedes.  He knows you well enough to realise you’ll speak to him when you’re ready.  It’s not worth pushing.  Not now.  

He releases your hand and lets you escape into the kitchen, settling back onto the sofa and picking up the comic book he’d been absorbed in before you got home.  He hopes you’ll find some comfort in cooking - he knows you’ve always liked the order and structure of it - but when he hears a plate smash not ten minutes later he realises that must not be the case.  

“Baby, are you alright?” Hobi asks as he pushes open the kitchen door, already frowning in concern.  He finds you kneeling on the floor, broken pieces of crockery in your hands and tears silently streaming down your pretty face, and when you lift your face to meet his eyes you end up slicing open your finger on one of the shards.  

“Ouch,” you hiss, “Shit.  God damn it.”  You stick your finger in your mouth, sniffing roughly and trying to stem your tears as Hobi rushes over to you.

“Hey, leave that, c’mere,” he tells you, taking your free hand and pulling to standing.  He leads you over to the sink, turning on the tap, and you let him draw your injured finger from your mouth to run it under the water, tending to you gently.   

“Sorry, I’m so clumsy today,” you mumble, wiping the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.  

“Don’t apologise,” he says softly, looking into your eyes with a small, encouraging smile.  Hobi’s being so sweet with you, so gentle, that it’s almost overwhelming and nearly makes you start crying all over again when he kisses you, cradling your face in his hands.  “I’ll make dinner, ok?” he tells you when he pulls away, “You just go sit and rest.”   

The smile you give Hobi then is genuine and broad; the first real smile you’ve managed all day.

“Do you even know what I’m making?”  It was sweet of him to offer, really, but you’re fairly certain Hobi will end up breaking even more plates than you if you leave him in here unattended.  That, and quite possibly burn the place down.  He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, and the love you feel for him sits heavy and warm in your heart.  “It’ll be more fun if we do it together anyway.” 

 Namjoon

“Baby, can’t you leave that for a while?”  Namjoon’s calling over to you from his seat on the couch, a book in his hands, whilst you’re sat busy squinting at your glowing laptop screen right across the other side of the room.  “Haven’t you done enough for one night?”

No, you haven’t, and that’s exactly the problem.  Your editor wanted you to have at least three articles written and ready to print by Monday, and right now you’re still faltering on the second.  

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter darkly, fingers tapping away on the keyboard.  It’s the only sound to cut through the silence following your ill-tempered words, but when you hear Namjoon let out an accompanying sigh, guilt starts to fester in your stomach .  You might well be stressed, but Namjoon doesn’t deserve to take the brunt of it.  You sigh too, removing your fingertips from the keys. “Sorry, I’m just…”  Looking over your shoulder, you see Namjoon looking over at you, book laid face down on his knee, concern crumpling his features.  “I’ve just really had enough.”  He blinks, pausing, and then puts his book aside and beckons you over with an incline of his head.  

There’s a sense of relief that’s almost instantaneous when Namjoon welcomes you onto your lap, wrapping you up in his arms whilst your head finds its way to rest atop his bony shoulder.  He holds you like that for a while, silent but strong, and the way his lips brush through your hair to press kisses to your scalp brings you more comfort than you’d anticipated such a simple gesture could.  

“Why don’t you go get your blankie?” Namjoon whispers in your ear after a minute or two has passed, and your stomach does a little flip-flop of excitement at even the mere suggestion of it.  

“Really?”  An amused smirk stretches across Namjoon’s face when he takes in the way your eyes have already widened.  You look adorable, your features having instantly softened at just the offer.  He gives you a short nod and within seconds you’re scampering off his lap and up the stairs, and Namjoon can hear you moving around up there, going into your closet to fetch all your favourite things for these special times when you like to feel little.  

In minutes you reappear, stood in the doorway dressed in a cute cartoon nightdress and long socks, a blanket in one hand and a thumb in your mouth, and Namjoon feels his heart swell with affection for you.  It shows on his face, in the breadth of his smile and the depth of his dimples.  

“Come here, baby girl,” he beckons in a whisper and once again you climb onto his lap, curling yourself up and snuggling close.  Although it’d felt comforting to be held by Namjoon before, it feels a million times better now his hand is gently caressing your thigh through the soft cotton of your nightdress.  It’s not a sexual thing - not right now, anyway - but in either circumstance Namjoon always seems to know just what you need when you need it.  

“You work so hard,” he mumbles against your forehead after he’s pressed a kiss against it, still rubbing his large hand up and down your thigh soothingly as you suck your thumb, head nestled in the crook of his neck.  “Daddy’s so proud of you.”  

“Are you?” you ask around your thumb, pulling away enough to be able to look up at him innocently from under your lashes.  

“Of course I am,” he chuckles softly, thumbing your cheek.  He knows you’re fishing for compliments but he oblidges nonetheless, eager to do anything he can to make you feel better.  “How could I not be of a pretty, perfect little girl like you?”  You blush almost as pink as you’re nightie, and the sight of it makes Namjoon smile all the more.  

“Daddy’ll take care of you tonight, don’t you worry.”  

Jimin

There was so much you still had to do. You had piles of work left to finish before the weekend was over; three essays, a group project, and not to mention all the papers you had left to edit. Your mind was reeling so much with the idea of doing it all that as you unlocked the door to you and Jimin’s shared apartment, you didn’t notice anything out of place.

You shuffle your shoes off and hang your jacket up. Shuffling through your bag to get out the immense stack of paper you had to work your way through tonight, you make your way towards your bedroom, only pausing and looking up when a slight clearing of Jimin’s throat calls for your attention.

You glance up, stunned by the sight that awaits you.

Before you is Jimin, a bouquet of flowers in hand, smiling and looking at you like you put the sun in his sky.

“Jimin… what’s all this?” you ask him as he walks towards you. He gingerly takes your very important school bag from you, placing it on the ground and handing you the flowers in its place. You’re sure that your mouth keeps opening and closing like a fish, but Jimin chooses to pay it no mind.

“You’ve been working so hard lately, babe,” he tells you. “I want to take you out, just for one night, and I’m not taking no for an answer. You’ve got to relieve some stress!”

You nod quickly and gaze down at the flowers with a silly smile on your face. Jimin always knew just what to do to make you feel better.

When you finally look back at him, you’re struck by just how handsome he is. Jimin always looks good, but he’s done up in a particularly nice outfit tonight; fitted trousers and a black button up shirt.

You always loved Jimin in black.

“Where are we going? You look nice,” you say once you’re finished with your ogling.

“Maybe a movie… then dinner? That sound good?”

When you nod in response he motions to the bed where a neat white box lays. He shoves you towards it, gesturing for you to open the unexpected present. As your hands tear at the tape on the box, Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder to watch for your reaction.

He’s not disappointed as your eyes widen comically at the dress that lays within the box. The material is soft and the dress shimmers as you pick it up. It’s one of the most gorgeous things you’ve ever laid eyes on, and it almost feels as if the dress was made with you in mind.

Jimin hurries you to try it on, and even though you try to protest - telling him that this dress was definitely too expensive for you to ever accept - you both know it’s a hopeless endeavor.

Jimin goes bright red when he sees you in it, and pulls you towards the door to drag you out on your date.

“Thank you, Jiminie,” you tell him during dinner, “you’ve made me feel so much better tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” he smiles sweetly, eyes crinkling, “Besides, if you think this is good, wait how good I’ll have you feeling when we get back home.”

Taehyung

You were exhausted. That’s not even the right word for it. You were definitely sure that no one had ever been as tired as this. Ever. In the history of the world. And you weren’t being dramatic.

You seriously had just had the day from hell. You’d been running around all day. Everyone had needed you to do everything for them, apparently; as if they thought you didn’t have your own job to do on top! And then they’d had the audacity to make you stay late to finish all the personal work you should’ve been doing while you were stuck helping everyone else. You understood that you had a deadline to meet, but couldn’t you at least take the work home to finish?

As you make it through your front door the only thing you can think about is bed - your beautiful, soft, wonderful bed - but your stomach seems to have other ideas.

You’d skipped lunch in an effort to get your work done, and skipped breakfast in order to get an early start, and now, as late as it is, you’ve yet to have eaten. And you know there’s no way you can ever get to sleep feeling this hungry.

But - much to your dismay - as you dig through your cabinets you find that unless you’re in the mood for peanut butter or mini wheats (unfrosted, with no milk) then you’re shit out of luck.

And that’s where Taehyung finds you. Crying over a box of mini wheats.

“Oh my god?” he calls to you. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?!”

“W-Who the fuck buys unfrosted mini wheats?” you sob loudly.

Taehyung, for his part, does his best not to laugh at you. He comes up and grabs the cereal box away from you, pulling you into his chest for a hug.

As he hugs you, you tell him about your day, and how tired and hungry you are. You let Taehyung move you to the couch, and before you can even protest, he’s got Tan-ah on the lead and leaves for the store.

He’s back within ten minutes - and you’re impressed because the store is a ten minute walk, both ways - and in his arms he carries two bags of groceries. He makes you a quick but simple dinner, and once you’ve finished you do feel much, much better.

You stand to head up to bed, but Tae grabs your arm.

“Wait, before you sleep there’s one more thing.”

You shoot him a questioning gaze, but he just smiles and heads back to the kitchen.

When he returns, he’s got a piece of cheesecake on a plate for you, topped with whipped cream as well.

“Here you go, love,” he says as he hands it to you. “You deserve a little treat after the day you’ve had.”

You stare down at the cheesecake, dumbfounded, and you can feel your eyes filling with tears.  It’s only cheesecake, but it’s also your favourite kind, and the fact that he’d gone out of his way to get it and hide it to give you a sweet little surprise has you feeling all kinds of emotional.  

“Oh shit, what’s wrong now?” Tae panics and you just laugh at him as you wipe away the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Nothing’s wrong, silly.” You tell him, “I just love you, is all.”

“Oh good!” Taehyung’s face brightens. “I love you too, very much. Now… eat your cheesecake.”

Jungkook

The sound of another explosion from the television pulls your focus again. Normally, Jungkook’s video games don’t bother you from your work at all, but tonight this writing is seriously kicking your ass. Everything is distracting you.

You’ve probably rewritten this one paragraph at least six times. It’s got to be perfect. Monthly reviews are coming up, and you’re really desperately hoping for a raise of some sort. You put your heart and soul into your job. This has to be perfect.

“Noona?” Jungkook calls softly, and you’re distracted from your writing. Again.

“Yes?”

“Noona, I can feel you seething from here. What’s up?” Jungkook asks, his doe eyes finding yours, flicking between them with concern.  

“Just work,” you say, and the younger boy nods slowly, momentarily turning back to his game.

He knows how important your job is to you. That’s one thing that you really love about your boyfriend; he understands the value of hardwork. And even more importantly, he understands that sometimes your daily life will sometimes suffer if you want to be truly successful. He never scolds you for being late or doing too much work. He doesn’t get mad when you can’t see him for days on end because of a project, and in return you do the same for him. It’s nice to have someone who finally just gets it.

But tonight, when he hears you huff and sigh for the millionth time, he’s not having any of it. Jungkook shifts forward to place his playstation controller on the coffee table,  then he quickly grabs your laptop and places it there as well with a purposeful look on his face.  You open your mouth disbelievingly, trying to will yourself to feel angry about Jungkook’s interference but honestly, you’re really kind of glad.  

Jungkook just places a finger against your mouth comically, smiling at you as he pulls you down into his lap without much resistance on your part. His hands find their way up to your head, his fingers trailing through your tresses and scratching lightly at your scalp.

“Enough work for today, noona,” he tells you,  “You can’t work well if you’re too stressed. Try again tomorrow, after you’ve had some sleep.”

You open your mouth to respond, but as his fingers pull through your hair again all that comes out is a soft sigh. You let your boyfriend stroke and caress you, and soon feel your stress begin to melt away with his touch.

The scratch of his short nails against your scalp feels too good, and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep, eyelids heavy. You’re about to drift off completely when you hear Jungkook start singing softly under his breath, his own eyes closed, head tilted back against the sofa cushions.  You’re both going to end up falling asleep at this rate.

His voice makes your heart race just a bit and you can’t help but smile.

“Jungkookie,” you say, twisting your head.in his lap to better look up at him, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“I know,” the younger boy smirks, eyes remaining closed, “I love you too.”

- Steph and Mackenzie <3 <3 

THIS ONE!!!!! I’ll always adore with my whole heart this fic, that’s so good i found it againnnn! and jfc yoongi is a vampire

Act On It

Summary: You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself.

A college, coffee shop, and vampire AU all in one!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, and anything in between

Word Count: 15,639

A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written. I found this vampire!yoongi fic sitting in my WIPS back at the start of the year. I did my best to pick it up and rewrite the story into something interesting.

Hopefully you guys like it.

In your opinion, college is a fairly safe space. You go to classes, get along well with friends, enjoy sitting near the pond in the middle of your campus when the weather is nice. There are rarely any crimes—and when there are, it’s a stolen bike, a petty fight, or an…“attack”.

But! Attacks are rare.

Hell, sometimes they aren’t even acknowledged. Not everyone chooses to believe in folklore—that vampires are real and walking among us.

Some people are disbelievers because they’re too scared to give into the reality that every day they might be around someone who could pin them down and steal their blood in a split second. Others just…think it’s a hoax—the few and far between vampire attacks, that is.

“Those people just want attention. They can fake fang marks like that with special effects make-up.”

Society seems to be torn on their existence—just as some people refute the existence of ghosts or spirits, or even god and higher powers. You for one—well…you believe. At a younger age, in an event you’ll never forget—you had fallen off a swing at the park and gouged open your knee on the turf. In what seemed like a flash a shadow had appeared above you—a man looking to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. When you glanced up he had knelt down—his eyes meeting your curious and slightly frightened stare. His eyes were crimson, and it had seemed as if his irises were pulsing with….with…

“You need to be more careful,” he had told you, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily against his throat. He hadn’t bothered to help you up, instead stepping back— fingers trembling near his sides. “You can’t afford to get hurt around others if you keep smelling like that.”

And then he was gone. But despite his disappearance, his words stuck with you—lingered in the back of your mind for days—weeks, even.

What do I smell like? You had wondered, but had never bothered to search for the answer. Anytime you pondered potentially pricking your finger or making a harmless little cut, immediately those crimson eyes popped into your mind, and you found yourself weak at the knees—unable to follow through.

Years later, you’ve nearly forgotten about that man at the park—those deep red eyes and resounding words. You’re a college student—you’ve got papers to write, tests to take, applications to fill out—you don’t have time to worry about things such as ghosts, or higher powers, or vampires. As if. The only thing on your mind is class and the coffee you get every morning to help you through the day.

Also the cute, yet bored faced barista at the campus coffee shop you seem to face nearly 7 days a week, regardless of the time you leave to get your coffee. He’s charming in his own right—dark hair, styled a little lazily, and dressed in casual clothing that perfectly accentuates his body. He’s minimal effort good-looking, and you can’t believe how much you’re attracted to him sometimes.

“Morning,” you greet with a smile when you step up to the register, the line advancing forward. He doesn’t bother to look up, already hitting buttons on the screen in front of him and reaching to grab a cup to write your name on.

“Usual, right?” he asks in a low voice, sounding groggy, and you stare at the top of his head as he bends to grab a marker that had fallen on the floor.

“Tired?” you respond instead. He grunts.

“Long night.”

You hum in understanding as you watch him press the marker to the cup, however, instead of writing your name, with sloppy handwriting he ends up scribbling his own, and you break into a fit of giggles.

Cocking an eyebrow, the male glances up at you.

“Wow, suddenly our names are quite similar,” you say, pointing at the cup, and when he sees the permanent black Yoongi written he curses.

“Fuck, I’ll get you a new one–,” he begins apologetically, but you cut him off.

“No! It’s ok, it’s just a cup and you already know me, so it’s no big deal,” you laugh, smiling at him. He pauses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just draw a little heart next to it to make it cute and I think I’ll be fine,” you tease, and while Yoongi rolls his eyes, he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his face.

“I make no promises with that heart. Go ahead and swipe your card.”

Nodding, you do, and once the charge goes through you walk to the other end of the counter to wait, knowing by now that Yoongi will simply take your receipt and throw it away, since neither of you want it.

As you wait for your drink to be made, you pull your phone out and scroll through your twitter feed, trying to catch up on all the latest news and gossip before you run off to class. However, your finger only manages to swipe upward a few times before there’s a gasp behind you, and you turn to find a girl staring in horror at her phone which has just landed face down on the tile floor.

“Oh no,” you say, highly sympathetic as you squat down and gently pick the phone up since she’s clearly too petrified to do it herself. You peek at it, tilting the screen your way, and the hiss that escapes your lips is enough to let the girl know that she’ll be needing a new phone sometime soon.

“Shit, the glass,” you mumble as you return the phone to her, managing to mirror her thankful, albeit disappointed smile. She says that she’ll clean the glass up since it was her fault, but you tell her that you’ve got it, and reach over to grab a napkin.

“Don’t touch it, Y/N. We’ll clean it up,” you hear Yoongi’s voice command from the background, almost warning you to not do anything stupid, but you wave him off. You’ll be fine, it’s just a little glass.

So, putting the napkin next to the tiny shards, you gently use the side of your hand to brush the pieces onto the napkin. In the background Yoongi calls your name to get your drink, and then immediately sighs when he sees you bent down, trying to macgyver glass onto a napkin like a cave man.

“You’re dumb,” he grumbles as you stand up, turning to face him with the napkin full of glass in your palm.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” you grin triumphantly, but just as you transfer the napkin to Yoongi to be disposed of, a piece of glass tears through the thin layers of paper and scrapes your skin.

“Ow, fuck,” you curse, examining the damage as Yoongi hurriedly takes the glass from you and tosses it into the waste bin. You hold your palm out, fingers lightly pressing at the cut—red seeping at the edges—but before you can move to find something to clean yourself up, Yoongi’s hands are embracing your hurt one.

“Yoongi?” you say in surprise, watching as his thumbs brush against your palm, pressing down slightly on either side of the scrape. At the action more blood appears, and you glance up at him in shock.

“Yoongi…?”

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i can’t properly put into words all the feelings i have for this paragraphs. seriously, they live rent free in my mind. clair de lune is my favorite song - maybe of all times - and it comforts me a lot. thanks for writing, it gave me a lot of comfort <3

Clair de Lune

the softest Taehyung smut.

King of lovemaking: Kim Taehyung. 

This is pwp. Utterly plotless. Soft soft soft smut. The softest. Marshmallow smut. I can’t even make a useful summary. You can totally listen to Clair de Lune while you read it! Also it’s for ADULTS! 18+

Word count: 2.2K   Taehyung x Reader

It’s got to be close to dawn. When you crack an eye to peer out the window the sky is still dark, with a thin line of orange at the lowest point you can see through the rows and rows of buildings. Through the groggy haze of slumber, you piece together your surroundings. The bed beside you, while still warm from his body, is void of your boyfriend. Your searching eyes find him leaning back in his desk chair, the bare skin of his chest glowing in the warm light that flickers from a solitary green candle. Soft piano spills from the phone in his hand. The calming music would most certainly have lulled you back to sleep had it not been for the shock of seeing Taehyung awake at 4 a.m., by choice. You watch him, curiosity piqued. He doesn’t seem upset, just awake, and you wonder what the reason could be. Taehyung drops his phone into his lap and throws his foot up on the desk, satin pajama pants sliding up his calf. The deep sigh he lets out when he drops his head back has you feeling his absence something awful.

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I MIGHT BE IN LOVE.

I wont say i am because its too premature (i mean only 18k cant make you fall in love for someone, right? ahem, thats what i thought) BUT im on my way.

im really happy to say this is one of my fav blogs and im willing to zero its masterlist (dont worry abt my mental health im fINE *cracks voice*) but yeaaaa that's it! loved it 💖💖

the coffee shop contract | jjk

summary: apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?

{fake dating!au, college!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre: just fluff because i have a one-genre mindset word count: 18k warnings: alcohol consumption but no main character is overly drunk, dumb college antics, i know this is a fic but please don’t do these things in college actually a/n: yes, this story is actually based on a real instagram account my friend showed me in college. oh yeah, college? that’s a thing. i’m sorry for taking so long with this fic, i’m trying my best but college is hard. please wait patiently for me and enjoy this plotless piece of garbage!

Jeon Jungkook thinks that his college experience is overwhelmingly standard. He goes to his classes (most of the time), goes to parties on the weekends (sometimes), goofs off with his friends when he’s supposed to be studying (all of the time), and eats like shit. 

(The plus side to his eating-like-shit habits is that he’s a gym junkie, which means that in theory, every time he exercises he burns off all of the shit and just leaves the energy behind. In theory.)

He operates under the assumption that he leads a very normal college life. He is but a typical student with a very small budget who detests the fact that he has to buy brand new versions of his textbooks just so he can get the online access code. He thinks he’s nothing but average. 

His friends think differently. 

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THIS IS SO... SO.... SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. F.a.v. Never met such a stupid character. Never met a character that really suited me so well. fuck????

if i told you | jjk

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

{friends to lovers!au, college!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, angst, we’ve got it all folks word count: 22k warnings: slightly underage alcohol consumption, mention of words that could be spoken on an crime documentary series but nothing graphic, ravioli-stealing, idiots to lovers, as per usual a/n: finally! here is the long awaited jungkook fic that i have literally been slaving over since the beginning of january. was this fic supposed to be 10k? yes. did i somehow end up writing 22k anyway? of course! in any case, please enjoy my absolute baby who i love and cherish!

check out the post-script drabble here!

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i can never put into words how much i like characters that are fond of reading. this specific story gave it a whole new level of favoritism, cause tae here looks like a real fictional character, like the type we see in books and wonder if exists in real life (ofc not and I should get over it but this is nOT THE POINT) and i adored!! thank you for writing this, definitely a fav rn! 💜

(also i'd like to share my imagination as this taehyung with reading glasses and light academia outfits that freaks us out entirely - yeah thats it)

definition of love | kth (m)

Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”

When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut

warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!

word count: 10.5k

a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork​) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk​​! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae​​, @unoriginal-username15432​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!

You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.

It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.

You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.

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it's such a shame to say this took my sleep away (and im not joking: it's 3am here)? this fanfic is painfully good. the way every step of this cliché was already drawn but STILL came up to surprise me is endearing. the way jungkook is surprisingly soft overwhelmed me more times than I was prepared to, also, and I could forgive his sassy attitude a million times, just like y/n. they're great in personality and development, also! the more I knew about jungkook, the more I craved for more. i feel like this kookie is just like coffee: addicting, makes you lose your sleep and, despite being bitter at first, you can sense the sweetness in your tongue at every taste. this fic also has the perfectly same characteristics. thank you for writing this, definitely a fav 💜

Cream & Sugar 06 (M) | JJK

SUMMARY: Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

RATING: Explicit fam. 21+

PAIRINGS: Jungkook/Reader

GENRE: Smut, Humor, Escort AU, Barista AU, Enemies to Lovers, Asshole!Jungkook (a la Talk. but different AU entirely.)

WARNINGS: whew. okay. phone sex. lots of sloppy kissing, an eggplant, oral (m receiving), oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, rude ass nicknames, EXTREME SOFTNESS, protected sex, more protected sex. swearing. it’s unbelievably soft. 

WORD COUNT: 10,716

A/N: okay so listen. I am extremely emotionally attached to this fic. Finishing it has me in tears. I love these characters so much, I’m so sad it’s ending. BUT it is. The story is complete. I hope you like this ending, I hope it satisfies you. Please don’t be afraid to drop me an anon if you have screaming to do when you’re finished. I appreciate each and every one of you. Also Ryn said, “your asshole jungkook, is softer than your softest lovemaking tae smut” and I’m heckin thrilled about that. REEEEEEEE let’s get this bread. {posted 10/5/19 and it’s mine.}

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i've read it a month ago and BLOODY HELL I LOVED IT I WANNA READ AGAIN my list is so full and i just came back to reblog and save it as one of my favorite plots ever cause namjoon plEASE do me a yoongi I BEG!!!!

android!yoongi

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!au becauSe for some reason android aus are popping up everywhere, the usual heaping serving of fluff and comedy, N S F W like reALLY nsfw i poPPED OFF this time i don’t know even know what happened,,, forgive me god for i have sinned, a n g s t, i definitely teared up a little writing this because i was listening to kim bum soo’s i miss you and it made me 100x more emo

→ trigger warnings: this does get a little intense! beware!! 

→ wordcount: 24k like that bruno mars song

→ note: um,,,,, this is literally 24k+ words i don’t even know what to say,,, how did i write so much without realising???? but ya a lot of android aus have been popping up on my dashboard and i’m seeing a lot of android!jungkook but i feLt like android!yoongi was more fitting?? aLso thank u so much for the love n support for ceo!yoongi i 100% was not expecting it to get as many likes and reblogs as it did so you guys are truly the best!!!!!!!! anyways i had a loT of fun writing this and i hope u guys like android!yoongi as much as i do :-))) 

pst if u wanna talk to android yoongs u know what to do ;-) 

(gif isn’t mine!) ((i had such a hard time choosing a gif because he looks so boyfriend-y in all of them but i ended up going with this one because at one point in the fic he feeds u with chopsticks)) 

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

“oh, absolutely fucking not.”

“y/n, please.”

“no.”

“pLEASE”

“namjoon, no!!!!” you slam your fork down on the table and clear your throat when you get a couple glances from other customers near you

“c’mon, why not???”

“i have a life!! i’m not going to babysit a robot-“

“it’s a humanoid android. actually the professional term for it is a human mind model adaptive super android.”

“right, i’m not going to babysit a roBOT for you because you wanna see if you can make a profit selling weird robot slaves.”

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oh guys yoongi has me WEAK. secretary min just doubled it. i have no words, except that i knew all that feelings and aahhhh i'd be in love too. def a fav!!

kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!! 

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings. 

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

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“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

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i can't say no more than "this twoshots are a fav" cause otherwise i'll be called a slut

See you (M)

The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: Mild smut; kissing, fingering.

A/N: This is gratuitously self-indulgant piece; a daydream gone too far!! And yes, i know I’ve left it open for a second part.  No, I’ve got no idea when I might actually get around to it 😂

Part two

“Are you sure you want to bother with this?” Sarah asks, eyeing the seemingly never ending line the of people that stretches out before you with one doubtful eyebrow raised, disappearing above the blunt edge of her fringe.   

You can’t blame her for looking skeptical.  After yesterday’s debacle that had you standing for almost ten hours straight, your feet aren’t exactly in prime condition to go tackling yet another queue.  

“I got an invite,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and pulling the shoulder strap of your bag back up into place as it threatens to slip down.  “I can’t just let it go to waste.  There’s like a thousand other girls here who’d tear my arm off for this.”  Gesturing to the sign above a set of glass double doors that reads ‘BTS Studio’, Sarah’s gaze follows the motion of your arm.  

“Alright,” she concedes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and grimacing as she does so.  It’s all too easy to empathise with how she’s feeling; the balls of your feet are killing you, too, not to mention your lower back.  “At least we’re sitting tonight, I guess.”

“And I’ve got more painkillers, so we’ll be fine.”  Sarah nods and then follows alongside you as you make your way down to the back of the queue.  It’s a relief when you realise that it’s not actually as long as you’d originally thought; nowhere near as long as the lines for the actually concert, anyway.

“Ok, I’m gonna go to the loo so that’s gonna kill… like, an hour, at least, right?” your friend sighs, a wry smile stretched across her pretty face, “And then I guess I’ll just go hang out in Starbucks or something until you’re done?”

“Sure, ok.  I’ll text you when I’m out.”  

“Cool.  Have fun!”  She bids you a farewell wave that you return as you sidestep into the queue behind a small group of girls who’re practically bouncing with excitement already, chattering away in a European language that you can’t hope to understand.    

Luckily, once the doors actually open the queue moves fairly quickly.  Scrolling through tumblr on your phone and rewatching last night’s videos keep you amused for the most part; smiling like an idiot down at your screen as you go over the precious memories stored inside.  

You’re only thirty people or so from the front of the line when you suddenly get the feeling as though you’re being watched, looking up from your phone with curious eyes and glancing from side to side.  Sure enough, your gaze meets that of one of the attending staff - a young East Asian man with neatly styled hair and sharp cheekbones - and oddly enough, when he sees you looking he doesn’t seem too concerned about having been caught staring.  He looks you up and down quickly, eyes narrowed, and in under normal circumstances you might think he was checking you out but… for some reason it doesn’t quite feel that way. It feels more like a clinical inspection than anything else, but before you can even begin to figure out what his intentions might be he looks away and then he leaves; abandoning his post without a word to any of the other staff and striding away, leaving nothing but confusion in his wake.

“Well that was weird…” you murmur under your breath, and though you may be frowning as you lower your eyes back to your phone, the latest gifs of Jimin to grace your dash are more than enough to help you forget the odd little occurrence. 

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The minute i read the plot i almost knew i'd fall in love. There's so much about innocence in this - surprisingly, i should say - that i regretted taking so long to read it all. TH700, V or Taehyung (i kinda like them all, but Tae > anything else) is the most adorable android i've seen. His emotions are delicate, simple and yet so deep that we might startle a little, but the writer makes it lighter when they're presented fully.

Remarkable and lovable things about this are the "feeling-feeling-feeling" or "verb-verb-verb" sensations you describe. I tend to repeat some words in my head, writing and speech in order to make them look dynamical, to lay emphasis on their meaning, and i finally found someone like me. This feels like an embrace, just like these remarks, and i'm really thankful you wrote this entire fanfic.

(Also i decided to read pts 1.5 and 2 at 1am and it's a half past three so i should probably sleep!!!!!! Don't mind any typos, i'm just tired ig)

a human touch, part 2, final

Part 1 / 1.5 / [2]

(masterlist here)

summary: everyone knows that androids don’t think, or feel, or have emotions. they’re not human, after all. so when a two hour session with a sex android ends up with nothing more than a nice conversation, you think that’s the first and last time you’ll see v.

then he turns up at your door.

pairing: taehyung x f!reader / word count: 24.4k / genre: robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, smut (NSFW, 18+)

warnings: cursing/explicit language, very brief injury mention/blood mention (nothing violent/explicit I promise!), alcohol consumption, reference to former sex work, sexually explicit content, reference to masturbation, reader has sex for the first time, oral (f + m), multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (taehyung is an android but please take necessary precautions irl), I think that’s it but please let me know if I’ve missed anything

a/n: this got so incredibly long,, I hope that makes up for the wait! thank you to @hobi-gif​, as always, for being so supportive and uplifting and beta reading this for me, you are a shining star in my sky. and thank you to the wonderful @flowerseokjin​ for letting me pick her brain about art galleries and telling me about the incredible exhibition/paintings that I wrote about in this fic, you truly are the loveliest 💕

note: this is the final part of the main story! I’ll be writing minis/drabbles etc in the future but,, this is part 2 of 2 💖

A month after Taehyung walks into your life, you finally get new neighbours.

You’re aware of this because: 

a) Rory had let you know in advance (to wit: “I have been instructed to inform you that the new tenants of apartment 4A will be moving in next Sunday.”)

and:

b) Said new tenants are apparently very noisy.

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I don't really know where did i find this, but i'm thankful for anyone who could possibly reccomended me! I've read the entire story, but since it started with OFY, and it's my fav one, I'll post from here.

For those who love angst, this one's for you! It's also a lot fluffier than I imagined to be, and the cute moments they share kind of soothe the pain hidden inside both of the characters. Despite that, I don't feel like, in crucial moments, they deliver that "i'm so dumb and don't know what they feel about me" dumbness. It's all very tangled and easy to read, you're not forced to believe they actually don't know what the fuck is going on because it's truth, by their close relationship, this type of moments might happen and not be interpreted as an unsaid confession.

They are tooth-rottingly cute and fluffy, and the moment where things finally happen it's so so full of affection and realness. It's one of the most realistic fanfics i've read: they laugh, they surprise, they feel things other than horniness and passion, that's what makes it even better.

Well, the others follow the same statements, and one of my favorite moments was Stay With Me Jungkook's angst! This hit me hard, specially when he ran away from oc. Just loved it! Thank you for writing this, Jey :)

Only For You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy…but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: 32.8k (I’m so sorry sjskdjks)

➥Content Warnings: small bit of social media au stuff, mentions of cheating, lying, POV switches a few times, jungkook ties his hair up at one point, slight violence (someone gets punched, nothing major), hurt/comfort, jungkook has blue hair, tw: reader slightly struggles with body image (very briefly), so much mutual pining b/w reader and jungkook, making out, grinding, marking/biting, groping, body worship, jungkook is very vocal, oral (f. receiving), fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, jungkook has a big dick, jk is hypersensitive to the reader, unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all), penetration, rough sex, mirror sex to some degree lol, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, praise kink, cursing (fuck is said a lot), dirty talk, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts

A/N: It’s finally here! I know I said it’d probably be out weeks ago but grad school happened, so sorry about that! Thanks to everyone who was excited for waiting, I’m really happy that there are people who were interested in reading this 🥺 this story has been probably my biggest one ever as far as plot and world-building goes, and it was fun to bring smau aspects into it. Also Blue Jungkook really threw me for a loop and I needed to write about him 💙

There will be some social media posts (texts, IG, etc.) throughout but it’s not too many. Also, the fiancé has a name, but it’s a random name and isn’t modeled after any other idol, etc. This was just something to make it easier for me to write. The POV switches between the reader and JK a few times, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold).

I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! Please let me know what you think, if you’d like~

As always, special thank you to @dntaewithluv​​ for being one of the most amazing people ever, my biggest supporter here and best friend. You helped me so much when I started to get discouraged during writing this and I love you more than I can express ❤️ also thank you for beta-reading for me, you’re the best~

➥Drabbles: 

When I Dream of You 

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait 

Stay With Me

➥Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Masterlist

@min-nicoleee​​ @imluckybitches​​ @jiminisnotavirgin​​ @aretha170​​ @kokoandkookie​​ @jeonsicedlatte​​ @giadalin​​ @inlovewiththemoonn​​@ggukkieland​​ @thisartemisnevermisses​​ @youremyjinearth​​ @softlyjeon​​ @ayatie97​​ @kuzimuzibts​​

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Jungkook and Y/N Instagram Profiles

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“So why are we looking at dresses again?”

You turned to look at your best friend who so graciously accompanied you to your wedding dress appointment. He had his hands laced together behind his head as he leaned back in one of the big, white leather chairs near the dressing room area.

“Jungkook, we’ve been over this.” You had a dress draped over your arm, and a store assistant was making their way towards the both of you. When he didn’t respond, you sighed and continued.

“I told you I just want to make sure everything is perfect. I’m getting married in a week and the last thing I need is something messing up.”

He leaned forward then, clasping his hands together while he rested his elbows on his knees. He had shrugged out of his jacket earlier and he looked so out of place now in the formal bridal shop, wearing his black t-shirt with ripped denim jeans, tattoos on full display. 

You, of course, were used to seeing him like this, but you were still always affected by how handsome he was. Especially now since he recently dyed his hair blue-

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. You were getting married in a week! You didn’t need to sit here and think about how attractive your best friend - your fiancé’s best man - is. 

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I've read this twice. I wasn't satisfied with the amount of pain I've been through reading, so I read another time. It's not about the angst - there is a lot, I should warn - but the "I miss the story the plotline the characters and everything else" kind of re-reading.

This is probably THE fanfiction if you're feeling sad and in a true need for a cuddle. They cuddle A LOT and I love it so so much it even hurts. My favorite parts were definitely those, where intimacy is at the highest point (for me, I guess), and the comfort that it irradiated, even when the smuts came, were *chef's kiss* amazing.

It's already a fav and I know, I just know, I'm gonna read it again, so I need to save this wonderful piece the author gently posted for everyone. Speaking of them: thank you so much for this! Your mind is beautiful and so is your writing. Can't wait to read more!

Sugarplum Elegy (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk  Summary | You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Word count | 17.9k

There’s no greater testament to love than love itself – the sheer vulnerability of being bound to someone emotionally and physically, and the aching process that bleeds into infinity. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone’s bare hands, despite knowing that they might crush it in front of your very eyes.

Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty during the summer mornings, but upon a huge gust of wind, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. Given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.

So when you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it’s still a feeling you can’t quite get accustomed to, especially when the first thing you see in the morning is his peaceful sleeping face, unless he’s spooning you, in which his warm breath will tickle the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.

It’s been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, yet you still can’t get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body, softening and melting your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet always find themselves tangled together with his under the sheets.

He’s not much of a morning person, but sometimes, you’d wake up to him staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes, sunlight glittering golden in them, and smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.

You know no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve concluded that you’ve never met a person quite like him before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.

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I've finally started my vacations and the first fic i decided to read was this and im aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaslkjflsjflkajs

Seriously. I can tOUCH their cuteness and chemistry, it's one of my favorite couples of all times. Taehyung and oc built their moments brick by brick, and the moment they felt different towards the another, even before the god's party, was the exact same my own heart melted. After that, everytime they interacted i cried.

Despite them being my f*cking favorite, I'd KILL for an enemies to lovers between oc and Jungkook AND the past Seokjin thought she would be a great queen. In my headcanon, they both occurred in her past lives, but weren't meant to be at all, and that's okay.

The main story is great, ok, i get it, but the scenario and secondary characters are SO GOOD!!! The surrounding universe is easy to understand and the way you've written the cat-like eyes brothers, Seokjin, Jungkook as the way we see greek gods - not so trustful, good but still egotistic and with their own personalities reminding their powers - was the best.

Anyways thank you so much for writing! I slept 2am and will never regret hehe

Worshipers of the Sky [1]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [Finale]

Part of the Worshiper Series

➜ Words: 9.8k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Some Angst, God!AU

➜ Summary: He wonders why the sky doesn’t cry for him. After all, he is a sacrifice to a god whose name he never heard of. A sacrifice to a god that everyone had forgotten about. A god who controls weather through emotions.

➜ Warnings: Drinking. Not very violent depictions of being sacrificed.

➜ Notes: Finallllllyyyy!!! I’ve been meaning to share this three-part series for awhile now!! Hope y’all enjoy.

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GUYS I UNDERESTIMATED TAEHYUNG SO SO MUCH I TRULY FELT WHAT YN FELT RIGHTTTTT

Totally. She's a total badass, and I'd be sorry for myself for falling so ridiculously for this cute and almost unbearable creature because of my own sanity and sake. And yet, I get her. I fucking get her SO BAD.

It's been more than a month after reading and I still remember the bike ridings as one of my favorite scenes ever written. It screams intimacy, fluffiness, comfort. If that were my life, it'd be listed as one of the most beautiful moments in life, and I'd be glad to remember every single detail.

Your writing is amazing, the characters are deeply constructed and I've been hooked up in this fic until it ended for about three days at the start of my vacation. Thank you so much for writing! Lots of love 💜

The President’s Son Series

A Slice of Life Series Written In 2019

► Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

► Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Bodyguard!AU

► Parts: 1|2|2.5|3|4|4.5|5|6|6.5|7|8|9|10|10.5|11|12|13|14|15|15.5|16|16.5|17|18|19|20

I wish I had a Yoongi right now :( thank you for writing this! Truly makes me feel comfortable and better after a stressful day.

In Comfort

Title: In Comfort Genre: Fluff + College AU  Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Word Count: 1644 words

Warning: Implied stress-related anxiety.

A/N: Not my first fic but the first one I’m posting and I’m quite anxious about this. I’m sorry if it’s messy. Wrote this for @spades-sslick since she was having one of those days. 

The sound of your alarm rips through the silence of the morning, disrupting your sleep. A disappointed whine escapes you as you watch the scenes of the lovely dream you were having slowly drift away into nothingness, eyelids unwillingly separating as you fumble around for your phone and aggressively swipe it to the right to stop the ringing. There is a text notification at the top of the screen and you don’t even need to look to know who it’s from.

Good morning, my love.

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HELLO FINALLY I GOT TO REBLOG THIS!!!!!!

so rid you already know what i'm gonna say about it but it's definitely a fav! i'll probably binge read it while feeling sad and stuff because this angst hurts so so good and i wish i could live with this sweet jungkook (which by the way is UNREAL cause he loves to do the laundry but i love him anyway)

favorite parts i'll say again just to add to my own list of things that will probably never happen to me but they are still cute:

1. when his shoulders drop while saying there is nothing between them to taehyung, and the elder laughs. he's such a douchebag for that wtf

2. the start. GUYS THE START. it leads to the end, obviously, but jungkook seems so different yet the same sweet guy from the start i can't even imagine how oc didn't just fell straight away

3. when jungkook cooks with oc. its so cute i love men that cook they're my goals in life (*cough* yoongi)

4. when she recites a poem for him it's such an ENDEARING moment i suffer and cry a lot you know that

5. i should admit that i truly loved the story about a spoonful of heart because it is a taehyung thing (i can see him doing this) and the way he declares has so much more meaning than just words, y'know? it's special to me

so yeah, that's it! again, thank you so much for writing this, i already read it twice (sorry i will read your other ones) <3

changes in between | jjk (m)

Summary: “Does that mean that I can kiss you now?”

Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

pairing: Jungkook x reader (+ some Taehyung x reader)

rating: 18+

genre: roommate au, s2f2l; some crack, fluff, angst, smut

warnings: pining, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, fear of the dark; explicit sexual content: multiple smutty scenes (one’s milder and with tae), slight exhibitionism lol you’ll see, soft dom!jk, big dick!jk, fingering, oral (f. & m receiving), handjob on the side, breast play, jungkook sucks some tiddies, some masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), voice kink lol, some finger sucking, praising, biting, soft manhandling, soft sex and rough sex, cockwarming at the end?, some aftercare; jealous jk :( … jealous tae :(, jk calls oc a flower <3

word count: 24.7k (sorry, please do still read lmao)

a/n: hi, there !! credit to nicole who gave me this whole prompt and made the banner, too !! this trope is smth entirely new to me and i’m shaking in my boots here - so please let me know what you guys think !!

betas: @voiceswithoutlips​​​​ @missgeniality​​​​ & @hobiandsprite​​​​, thank you for your suggestions, endless help and for always letting me yell and whine in the dms :’) i love you guys to bits x

uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

➳ listen to the CIB playlist for the full experience!

MASTERLIST | WIPs

His eyes keep closing.

You know sleep is washing over him slowly, but all you can do is watch him intently - because even after numerous pleas and annoyed shakes of your head, he is still standing here, back leaning against the wall and wobbly legs carrying him god knows how.

You know that you would’ve definitely given in to the tiredness and weakness by now, understanding exactly that you become a victim to gravity anytime you drink too much. And from what you can tell, he is entirely wasted.

“Jungkook, honestly…”

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