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P*$$Y Fairy // pjm

read the title…

pairing: jimin x fem!reader

genre: one shot, quick smut, one take, unedited

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, extreme dirty talk, spit play, fingering, riding, oral, overstimulation, begging, exhibitionism, dom!jimin sub!reader, nipple play, degradation, dumbification, mild non-con (read at your own risk seriously)

note: This is really for me because I need park jimin right now, biblically, but enjoy if you want at your own risk. Playlists and other works in bio, or tagged under bts fanfic. Submit requests in bio. Yes the Namseok fanfic is still planned to come this Sunday, but who knows I might post it in the middle of next week. Have a great week nasties☆ -dubu

As you and Jimin sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, the warm ambiance of your engagement dinner filled the air. You had just savored the last bites of your delectable desserts, relishing in the sweet moments you shared.

However, as the evening came to a close, a flirty waitress approached your table, her intentions clear as day. Ignoring you completely, she leaned in toward Jimin and playfully inquired about the bill, her overt attempts at flirtation leaving you no choice but to dryly chuckle at the waitress's rather poor timing.

Unfazed, Jimin paid the bill without acknowledging the woman's advances, his unwavering devotion to you shining brighter than any fleeting flirtation.

“Did you see how she was practically hanging on you, Jimin?” You said slightly upset at the unwarranted encounter. “Yeah, I noticed, sweetheart. Trust me, it didn't go unnoticed. But you know I only have eyes for you, right?” Jimin said, reaching his hand across the table to rub yours. Admiring the diamond that rested on your delicate finger.

“I know, minie. It's just... It bothers me when people act like that, especially when we're out together,” you said quietly. You moved your hand away from his, grabbing your purse and standing up to leave.

“Y/N, babe. Where are you going?” Jimin said pushing up from the table with a huff. He pushed through the double doors easily catching up with you in the small parking lot. He screamed your name causing you to freeze next to your vehicle.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you Y/N,” he pushes you against the car, not waiting for you to turn around. “I don’t care about that woman in there, I only need you my love, but you’re pushing your fucking limit,” you gasp out, Jimin’s hand coming in direct contact with your clothed pussy. Your legs shiver in the cool night air, miniskirt flowing effortlessly as the wind grasps ahold of you.

Jimin starts pulling your panties to the side, breathing heavily on your neck as he forcefully grinds against you. His lips are close to your ear, making the hair on the nape of your neck stand in anticipation.

“Look at you darling, already submitting to my touch,” he says whispering into my ear hotly. “This is mine, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you doll, right here where anyone can see you being a pathetic slut.”

Jimin doesn’t bother to give you a warning, he dips two fingers into your wet center, using his free hand to grab your neck. His rough calloused fingers sending you into a frenzy, you tried to stifle your moans, equally afraid and aroused at the thought of getting caught.

His fingers felt like fire inside you, you whimpered at the sweet pain of his unwanted intrusion. Your body betrayed you in every way, his breath was hot against your neck.

He started rubbing you torturously slow, the fabric of your panties pressing into your skin. You felt your arousal drip down your leg, whimpering at how exposed you felt. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, biting and sucking near your collar bone.

You hissed at the stinging sensation, sighing as he licked over the forming bruise to sooth your sensitive skin.

“Look at how wet you are, such a slutty little thing,” he taunted, you could hear the mocking pout that grew across his plush lips.

You needed him, sinfully, your body reacted before your mind. You clenched around his fingers in desperation. He used his free hand to yank your skirt up, roughly turning you around to face him. He smirked arrogantly, relishing in the control he has over you.

Slowly, he ran his finger along the slit of your pussy, earning another string of pitiful whines from you. “What if we get caught sweetheart? Hmm? You like the idea of someone catching me knuckle deep in your cunt? MY cunt,” he said chuckling at the broken moan you choked out.

“M…minie I think someone’s coming please stop,” you say, trying to move his hands away from your body. Gasping as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

You tried to fight against him, when did his grip get so strong. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it over your mouth as he plunges his fingers back into your pussy.

“Look at how ready you are for me, honey,” he taunts, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your stomach tightening again in response to his touch.

He pins you against the car, ducking down as someone walks in front of your parked vehicle, his fingers moving at lightening speed.

You felt like a dirty whore, getting fingered in a dark parking lot by the man you loved most. He kneads his palm against your clit as his fingers work inside you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Aw I know baby, you gonna cum for me?” He coos, caressing your pussy in a come hither motion, sending sparks through your body. You nodded frantically, clenching around his ring adorned fingers, crying out into his hand as he pulls away before your orgasm.

Your legs shake embarrassingly hard, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing. “Too bad you have to wait,” he rubs your lower back lovingly, sticking his fingers in his mouth before opening the door for you to enter. You pulled your skirt down hastily, fearing someone would walk by and catch you half naked.

You climbed in quietly, body still reeling from Jimin’s assault. He closed your door quickly making his way into the drivers side door, and pulling out of the dark parking lot.

Your gaze couldn't help but wander to him. His hands, beautifully tanned and veiny, gripped the steering wheel with confidence. The soft moonlight played on his sharp jawline, casting enchanting shadows that accentuated his features.

Lost in admiration, you watched him focus on the road ahead, subconsciously squeezing your legs together as he licked across the plump flesh of his lips.

However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted as he pulled up to your home, reminding you of what was to come.

He turned towards you, tilting his head downward to look at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes widen in suspense, Jimin loving every second of how weak you are.

Even his eye contact was fierce, consuming you as if you were his prey. He eyes you a little longer before unlocking the car doors. He steps out, stalking around to open the door for you.

You don’t say anything, walking hand in hand with Jimin through the threshold of your shared home. Once your shoes are off, you’re being guided to your black sofa.

Jimin sits down coolly, eyes roaming your body carefully. With gaze fixated on your cleavage, he grabs your hand pulling you down to the floor. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, staring up at him through glossy eyes.

"You see what you did to me, darling," he rhetorically questions, pressing your hands onto his hard on. “Beg for it,” he breathes out calmly, titling his head to the side expectantly.

The warm feeling in your tummy coming back in waves of pleasure. You try to speak but can only muster a feeble whine.

“Look at you in front of me, so sexy. Now fucking beg for it Y/N.” He stared at you, waiting for you to defy him, ready to devour you.

Please…please minie, I need you so bad,” you said panting when he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

“Aww, you sound so pathetic, sweet thing.” He let go of your hair, eyes moving between his zipper and your face. You knowingly move to unzip his pants, a light brown suit tailored perfectly for his body.

He raises up letting you pull them down his muscular legs. Your mouth slightly agape as his dick springs free from its confinement. The pink tip already leaking precum, his size will always make your mouth water. He isn’t long but he’s really thick, girth easily stretching you nearly in half.

You took him into your mouth, choking before his tip could reach the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, he tasted sweet on your tongue.

He bit his lip as you swirled your tongue around his tip. Groaning and fisting your hair as you licked up the underside of his dick, paying extra attention to the prominent veins.

“Mmm, such a perfect mouth baby.” His hips started to jerk up, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You gagged in response, coughing around him.

You twist your hands around his shaft firmly, roughly sucking on his tip. He groaned your name lowly, hand gripping the soft cushion next to him.

He whimpered as you swallowed around his tip, using one of your hands to play with his balls. Giving them extra attention with how heavy they feel. You craved him dearly, wanting to drain him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you speed up.

“Look at me baby, look at me with my cock in your mouth.” He commands intensely, smiling at the tears falling from your eyes. He rubs his thumb across your cheek, swiping away the moisture.

He lightly slaps you on your cheek, signaling you to stop. You look up at him in confusion, pulling him from your mouth with a light pop.

He pulled you up by your arms, standing you up and instructing you to lay across his lap. Nervously, you climbed onto his lap, chest coming in contact with the soft black cushion to his right. Your knees rest on the cushion to his left, shivering as you felt a breeze under your skirt.

He unzipped your miniskirt painfully slow, pulling it down your legs and discarding it across the living room. Your panties joining them right after.

He removed the black tie from his shirt, strategically tying your hands behind your back. He ran his index finger down your back until he reached the base of your spine. Chuckling at your body’s reaction to him, you felt his cock twitch against your tummy. Slick against your soft skin, crying to be inside you.

“Such a needy Whore, so stupid and pretty, all for me.” He gushed, bringing his hand down and placing a firm slap on your ass. You hissed at the pain, feeling embarrassed at the arousal dripping down your leg.

“Just a dumb slut, and you’re all mine to use.” He delivered another slap to your ass, the sound echoing through your home. You cried out loudly, sobbing into the sofa cushion.

“I know, baby,” he coos, caressing your ass gently, the cool of his rings soothing your burning skin. He runs a finger between your cheeks, stopping just above the entrance of your core.

“You want me right here baby? Hmm?” He questions running his middle finger over your slit, collecting the wetness to taste. Moaning at the taste, he delivered a powerful slap directly on your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, squirming on his lap uncomfortably.

“Stop moving and let me see where you need me.” He threatened in your ear, grabbing your throat pulling you backwards toward his face. He placed a kiss on your ear before letting you go, using both of his hands to spread your lips apart.

He moaned at the sight, staring until you felt uncomfortable under his watch. You could feel his eyes on your core, cool air making you clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty hole, Y/N. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He placed his hands on your hips, carefully lifting you until you were upright on his lap, facing away from him.

He lines himself up and rubs against your pussy, you let out a strangled moaned, struggling against the fabric of his expensive tie digging into your wrists.

He pushes in slowly, you clench unbelievably tight around him, causing him to shudder. He’s so thick you can never fully adjust to his size.

He reaches around sloppily rubbing his index and ring finger over your clit, groaning at the contact you started to bounce on his cock. Taking every inch of his girth, feeling it in your tummy.

“Good girl, take my dick just like that.” He growled speeding up his tempo, rhythmically grunting with every movement. A melody of his name left your mouth, crying as his tip hit your sweet spot just right.

“Mm I love fucking you raw, such a nasty girl taking daddy’s dick like this.” You can’t think straight, the sound of him moving in and out of your pussy is so obscene. “So perfect, sweetheart.”

“Jimin,” you sob out, fighting against your restraints, needing to touch him.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts in your ear. “Tell me Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You feel your orgasm building, your tummy tightening and tightening with his every thrust.

“Hmmfp…I’m gonna cum, minie please can I cum,” you begged miserably, feeling the stickiness of your love making coating both of your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, rubbing solid circles against you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

That’s all you needed to hear, shaking uncontrollably you came around his cock. Feeling his movements becoming sloppy as he twitches inside you. You whimper in pain, body over stimulated.

With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you, calling your name out repeatedly. You felt filthy, his cum leaking down his shaft as he lazily fucked into you, milking himself.

He untied your wrists, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together perfectly, fitting like missing puzzle pieces. You felt him grow hard again, making you shudder in fear. Too sore for another round but willing to go all night.

He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table.

“We’re not finished, pet,” you moan his name, arching your back as he sucks harshly on your nipple.

The end.

Cherry Airhead // pjm

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pairing: Jimin × fem!reader

genre: smut, roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, unedited so beware

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unsafe sẽx, dirty talk, pet names, c0čk worship, spit play, fuckboy!Jimin, pj bottoms…, oral, (he’s big), dom!jimin x sub!reader, rough jimin, eavesdropping Jimin

note: I put a little too much effort into the plot so the smut isn’t exactly how I want it…hope you still enjoy it 🕴🏾reader request coming next

“Jimin! Someone’s at the door for you!” you yelled unenthusiastically. Waiting for the long haired man to emerge from his room.

“Are you his…girlfriend?” The unknown woman questioned sourly, looking you up and down in disgust.

“No, I’m his roommate. But we fuck sometimes,” you say seriously, letting your ego take over and guide the conversation. If she was going to be rude so were you.

You watched the color drain from her skin, looking like a deer in oncoming headlights.

“Coming!” Jimin bursts from his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping from his freshly showered hair onto his exposed chest.

“Who’s her-“ he said out of breath, stopping when you moved over to reveal the guest.

“What are you doing here, Hyejin?” He said coldly, standing unimpressed in the living room.

“When did you get a girlfriend, Jimin?” She asked looking between you and Jimin.

“Girlfriend?” He questioned confused. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you burst into a small fit of laughter. Jimin leaning against the couch, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Okay I lied, but I just think you shouldn’t be a bitch to other people in their own home.” You confessed with a shrug, walking past Jimin with a pat on his shoulder.

You entered your room not interested in the argument Jimin was about to have with another one of his obsessed conquests.

After 10 minutes of muffled yelling and the slam of a door, a knock rang through your apartment. Jimin was at your bedroom door.

“Open the door, Sunny.” He said voice rumbling from the other side of the door.

“Oh, now I’m your sunshine. What about her?” You asked playfully, opening the door for him.

“Don’t start. Did she say anything to you?” He asked concernedly, searching your face for answers.

“I’m fine, Park. You should pick nicer fuck buddies though.” You say nonchalantly walking back over to your bed.

Jimin trailed closely behind you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him. You squeaked in surprise, holding onto Jimin’s arm.

“What was that, sunshine?” He questioned deeply. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.” Your heart began to race and you quickly removed your hand from his bicep.

“Nothing.” You murmur looking down at the space between the two of you.

He placed his hand under your chin, gently making you look at him. He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Hmm, well go get the popcorn ready. I’ll get dressed so we can start our movie night.” He said sweetly, flashing you a gummy smile before poking his tongue out at you.

“Did you eat another cherry airhead in the shower? Your tongue is bright red!” You exclaimed slapping his bare chest. He recoiled in pain, a faux pout now on his lips.

“Hey, I blame you for putting a candy bowl in my room,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You want a piece?” He questioned teasingly, walking to leave your room.

“Oh! Let’s wear the Pajamas you bought us yesterday. I think it’d be cute.” Jimin said down the hall, not listening for your rebuttal.

After changing into your plaid Pajama shorts and one of Jimin’s shirts, you walked out to the living room to prepare the movie.

“We’re watching horror movies right, Minie?” You yelled while bending over to check the dvd player.

“What did you say, hon- woah.” Jimin said, stopping in his tracks.

His eyes fell directly on your ass, the bulge in his pants growing slightly.

“What? I said we’re watching horror movies right?” You asked obliviously. Squatting down to grab a handful of dvds from under the TV console.

Jimin clears his throat eyes still unmoving. He walked further into the living room, plopping on the couch behind you.

“I’ll take your silence and heavy breathing as a yes. Anyways the pizza should be here soon.” You said standing up to turn around.

You were met with the sight of your best friend shirtless and slightly sweaty on your shared couch. Your eyes widened at the sight, heat invading your cheeks.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Jimin, but how could you not when he looks like a walking art piece?

“I-I’m hungry,” you stuttered out shyly. Trying not to stare at Jimin’s lap.

“Me too,” Jimin smirked running his eyes over your body unapologetically. Meeting your gaze with hungry eyes.

“I’m gonna get some water. I’ll be right back,” you said trying to scurry away to the kitchen.

Miscalculating your step, you tripped and landed in Jimin’s lap with a huff. Bracing your hands on his shoulders unconsciously.

“Oh my god I’m sorry—“ you cried out trying to stand up quickly. Jimin grabbed your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. Going to stand up a second time, only to fail against his strong grip.

“Sit down.” He demanded intensely.

You didn’t move another inch, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“You know, you look very cute in these shorts.” He said moving a hand to play with the hem of your pants.

“I’ll go get you some water, Sunny.” He placed his hands on your waist and gently moved you to the next cushion.

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, eyes darting from the floor to the print in Jimin’s pants. He noticed immediately, smiling as he brought you a glass of water.

“So what movie are we watching?” He asked casually, sitting on the cushion closest to you. You told him about the movie, stumbling over some parts as your mind was elsewhere.

Shortly after the movie started, you guys ate dinner and trash talked your way through the cliché horror tropes.

The next movie was frightening, sending you flying into Jimin’s lap after the 4th jump scare in a row. He happily held onto your hips, glancing down at you every so often.

You felt something hard against your ass, and shifted uncomfortably in response.

“Hey, stop moving Y/N.” Jimin grunted trying to hold you still.

“I feel something hard, it’s uncomfortable Jimin.” You complained, frustrated and grinding down harder.

The next noise you heard made you freeze. A growl? Did he just growl?

“If you would stop moving so much I wouldn’t be hard, Sunshine.” He stated dryly, “well seeing you in those shorts is also the reason.”

“JIMIN-“ you yelped embarrassed. Hiding your face in his chest immediately. He placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“You think I don’t know, Y/N. Hmm?” He crooned, looking down into your eyes, his infamous smirk still glued on his lips. The movie suddenly forgotten.

“I’ve seen where your attention has been tonight,” he said cockily. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your eyes on my lap practically the entire movie?”

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, baby.” He smiled sinisterly, making your mouth water in fright. The nickname igniting something fiery inside you.

“I hear all those pretty noises you make almost every night. Just begging for me to come ruin you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Park.” You lied defensively, swatting Jimin’s hand away from your face. The memories of your perverted activities flashing through your mind.

“I’m not one of your toys, Jimin. I won’t fall at your feet.” You stated stubbornly, still sitting in his lap.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ll make you scream louder than any toy could.” He said grabbing your face roughly. Smiling at the whimper that barely escaped your throat.

“You’re special, darling. Someone made just for me,” he said trailing soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“I’ve been longing to taste you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell the truth.”

Your breathing had become erratic, Jimin’s feather light lips sending your mind into a frenzy. How could you give in so easily?

You melted into his touch, moaning when he left a particularly prominent love bite on your collarbone.

“Mine” he said, kissing his way up your neck, to your cheek, until he finally met your lips.

Your lips molded perfectly together, Jimin grabbed your waist pulling you closer in his lap. You both pulled apart to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat coating your foreheads.

“See? I’ve barely done anything Sunny, but I can feel your crying pussy through your shorts.” He groaned, reaching down to grab the hem of your pants.

“I want you to use your words now, pretty girl,” he said running his hands beneath your shorts. He stopped just before he reached your pussy.

“If you want me here,” he tapped two fingers over your clothed clit. “You’ll have to get on your knees and beg,” he deadpanned, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded in response, pealing yourself away from him. You climbed to the floor, getting on your knees in front of him.

“Please Jimin,” you began softly, doe eyes trained on his.

“You can do better than that, Sunshine.” He interjected, palming himself through his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight, mouth watering for him.

“Been needing your dick for so long,” you continued nervously. “Want the real thing,” you beg pathetically, crawling forward and placing your hands on his thighs.

He pulled his pants down his legs, trailing his underwear right behind them. You watched his cock spring free, the mushroom tip leaving a sticky trial of pre-cum on his happy trail.

“You want my dick, Sunny? Hmm?” He cooed mockingly, watching you shift cutely in front of him.

He grabbed your face roughly with one hand, craning your neck to look at him. “Open,” he demanded calmly.

He squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open. Spitting into it as if he owned you. “Now swallow.”

He smiled happily at you, enjoying the control he had over your actions. “You can taste it, baby.” He said releasing your face with a quick kiss to your nose.

You pushed up on your knees, reaching forward to finally come in contact with his member. Your hand was too small to fit the whole thing.

You wrapped both hands around it, letting out a shaky breath before taking him into your mouth.

“It’s s-so big,” you mewled, hands sticky and furiously moving up and down his shaft. He groaned at your words, loving the attention.

“Tastes so good,” you said before engulfing him again. The sound of him fucking your throat filling the living room.

“Shit—you’re so good at sucking my dick Y/N.” Jimin said moaning at the sight of your bobbing head. “Don’t wanna cum yet, hold on Sunny,” he grunted. You removed your head in frustration, missing the taste of him on your tongue.

He reached down to pull you back into his lap, planting a kiss on your lips. “Good job, princess.”

“Strip for me, Y/N.” Jimin demanded tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

You shakily stood up from his lap, quickly removing the plaid shorts for him. Gripping your forearm nervously as Jimin inspected every inch of your exposed skin.

“You look delicious, Sunny.” He said lazily stroking his cock, eyes still focused on your body.

He motioned for you to lay on the couch, sitting back to give you more room. You did as you were told, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna fuck you in these, so precious.” He whispered hotly in your ear, toying with your panties. Sliding then to the side, he began rubbing small circles across your clit.

Hushing you after a string of moans escaped your lips. “This my shirt?” He questioned, running his other hand under the soft fabric. His hand gliding across your skin effortlessly, like he already knew the map of your soul.

You nodded, feeling his hair brush against your cheek at the motion. He hummed in delight, grabbing your breast and squeezing.

You felt the tip of his cock graze against your clit, making you to shudder under him. He started to grind against you, sending waves of shock running through your body.

“Mmfp—can’t take it anymore, need you” Jimin flexed his hips forward, groaning as your pussy engulfed him.

You whimpered at the stretch, tears clouding your vision at the feeling. You wrapped your arms around his neck loving the way he grunts in your ear.

“So soft and hot, Sunny. Could fuck you all day.” He said pulling out slightly. Rocking forward before he could miss the contact of your skin.

“Please fill me up, Jimin.” You begged into his neck, “don’t wanna be empty.”

He chuckled at your words, his smile quickly being replaced with an “O,” expression. You clenched around him again, relishing in the whimper he released.

He swallowed another whimper, rhythmically slapping his hips against yours. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down for your reaction.

A symphony of moans rang through your living room. The obscene squelching and slapping sounds drawing you closer to your orgasm. You felt your stomach bulge with every thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Gonna paint your pretty tummy with my cum, baby.” He placed a hand over your head to brace himself. Slamming back into you aggressively.

You screamed in pleasure, clawing at his back in desperation. You felt your orgasm wash over you. Jimin not easing his movements.

“Fuck—so good for me,” he grunted. “Love watching your pretty face, Y/N.”

You blushed in response, mind and body still reeling from Jimin’s touch. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, a guttural growl coming from his lips as he slipped from inside of you.

He eagerly squeezed his cock, stroking it rapidly as he watched your ruined body underneath him. His eyes closed momentarily, his hips stuttering as he came on your stomach.

Your chests heaved with heavy breathing, Jimin grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean you up.

“Round 2 in the shower?”

The end.

(Sorry it was short, just supposed to be a quick smut.) (There will be a pt.2)

Attention | jimin

➭ summary: in which you’ve been stalking your ex ever since you two broke up. And he’s aware of this, but you know he won’t stop you cause he’s a little attention whore. Until he starts seeing some else so you have to remind him who he belongs too..

➭genre: smut with a little plot if you squint, ex’s au, drabble

➭warnings: unprotected s*x (don’t do that), kinda rough s*x, a wall, cuss words, relationship is hella toxic, stalking (don’t do that), murderous tendencies, he plays into your delusions, more s*x implied, Jimin is still the dominate somehow??

note: i haven’t posted a oneshot in a while and wanted to work on my smut so let me know if it’s readable or not but I actually kinda like this one ⚠︎ this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. jimin is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.

Your blood is boiling.

Your sat posted up across from the small modern cafe he works, in a black cap and all black outfit. He can’t see you right now but you can see him very clearly.

You can see the way he entertained the female customer by biting his lip and looking her up and down. You can see the way the girl hides her face where he speaks, undoubtedly flirting with her and smirking at her pathetic reaction.

This isn’t what gets your blood boiling.

You wouldn’t even think past it because you know Jimin has always had a flirty personality. You’ve watched him flirt with most female customers before, even woman over the age of forty five. It was just who he was.

What’s annoying you is how this is the second day in a row where the same girl has come in, just to flirt with him. And eventually, the girl just took out her phone for him to put his number in. And he did.

Something in you still had faith in him. A part of you wanted to believe that he’d just ghost the girl and get her off his back. He still belonged to you. You weren’t ready to let him go yet. Therefore he wasn’t on the market.

And he knew this. But still, as a warning you lift up your cap and emerge from the bushes. You walk across the road and walk past the window to the cafe, visible through the big see through windows.

And you know he saw you. You know this cause you’ve watched him glance at the window every five minutes looking for you. Waiting for you. He knows you’ve been stalking him ever since the two of you broke up four months ago. You’ve made yourself known every now and then. Outside his house, outside his job, when he is out with friends. He knows you’re there. He’s caught on to your little game.

So you figured he was just fucking with you like he used to. Trying to make you jealous on purpose. After that he would simply leave the girl alone and in response unblock you instead of texting her.

That was until two days later you watched him get into his car and drive to the cafe. Expect he didn’t work that day, and you saw the same girl walk in a couple minutes after.

They were on a date.

He was on a fucking date.

You tired not to panic at first. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. He had to be fucking with you. Playing with your emotions to draw you out somehow. That’s what he always did. He treated you like a game.

But then you watch him, his guard slowly melting. His body relaxing as he finally pays attention to what she was talking about. Finally realizing that the girl might have a personality. You watch him stare at the girl as she talked, now so absorbed in the conversation that he wasn’t even glancing at the window anymore.

He wasn’t waiting for you.

He’s so predictable it makes you sick. He sees a pretty slut is giving him all of her attention right in front of him and crack’s immediately. He capitalizes on the effect he has on people and uses to it his own pleasure. Once anyone has every interest in him, he has to suck the life out of them, and then leave them to dry when he gets bored. Like he did with you.

You almost feel bad for the girl. But then you see her do something stupid like touch his thigh when she laughs and you think about burning her alive again.

You need to remind him that you haven't let go of him yet. That you still have your full attention on him. You need to remind him just how good you are to him.

So you watch him. You watch him smile and get lost in the girls eyes. You watch as he forgets about the world around him because of a pretty girl. You know this is happening cause you watched him do it on your couple first dates. So you watch for the entire hour and a half with a sick stomach.

Until they finally leave the cafe, and they finally break apart. The girl walks out of the store, and you think about slitting her throat as she struts down the sidewalk. Obviously feeling good about herself. That she had managed to strike a gold mine like Jimin.

You roll your eyes and wait for Jimin to exit the cafe minutes later after saying hi to his coworkers. You watch as he gets in his car and then you walk to his house as he speeds away in the same direction.

You take your time, thinking about all the fun you’re going to have when you get to his house. You ditch the cap on the way, your hair now flowing freely in the wind. You take off the large black hoodie as the sun shines down. You’re not going to camouflage yourself for this. You need him to see you. To see what he was missing. To remember all the good you to had.

You make it to his house and feel a little relief when he’s car is there. He could have easily went out to get some groceries or a snack after. But he was there. You entire his house easily, always knowing where his spare key was. No matter how many times he changed the hiding place.

You walk into the familiar house, taking a minute to glance around and smell the familiar air. Your heart races and thumps as you think about all the times you spent together.

You practically frolic through his house before finally going upstairs to his bedroom. You can hear the shower running as you walk up the stairs and your heart pumps even more with excitement and anticipation.

You enter his bedroom, glancing around the warm space. So caught up in looking at his baby pictures and sports posters that you don’t realize that the shower stopped running until you hear his voice.

“What are you doing here?” He says as you slowly turn around to face him, a picture of him with a pirate suit on in your hand.

He’s stood there, a couple steps away and in nothing but a wet white shirt that stuck to his body and didn’t hide the visible six pack and black sweats. His hair dripping wet and down his face as the smell of soap fills the room.

“I needed to see you again.” You say without thinking, sounding utterly pathetic but you know it amuses Jimin. You know this will only boost his ego.

“And you thought breaking in was the smart way to go?” He asks raising an eyebrow, his voice is soft yet stern and you can’t help but let out a smile when you hear it.

“I’m sorry I don’t do dates like all the other girls.” You respond back, rolling your eyes as you thought about watching the date he went on earlier.

He lets out a small chuckle, masking his amusement with a look of disbelief as he shakes the towel to dry off his hair. “You need to leave.” he says in a soft low voice.

“Oh I will. But first let me make something clear.” You stay sternly, taking a step towards him, causing his eyes to widen slightly with suspicion. He looks at you for a moment as you closes the distance between you, the smell the familiar scent of his soap and shampoo filling your nostrils.

“Just because you broke up with me, doesn’t mean you get to move on.” You say, your face suddenly darkening before leaning against his ear to lightly whisper. “You’re still mine.”

As you lean in to whisper your words in his ear his body stiffens, as he feels your breath on his ear. You can almost feel the tension building inside him.

“That’s not how this works.” he says, his voice still low but you can tell there’s a little nervousness in it, like he was now unsure of something.

You can practically see the thoughts and memories rushing through his head as he stared down at you. You can see his pathetic little heart beating faster as he drowns in your strong words. “That’s exactly how this works.” You say with a slight chuckle, knowing exactly what to make him crack.

“And I’m going to make sure you remember that every time you even think of going on a date.” You whisper with a smug smile and you can see his eye twitch.

His expression changes ever so slightly, thinking deeply about your words till his muscles tighten and he suddenly moves.

He puts his hand out as if he’s about to push you away, but instead he pulls you close.. “Let me make something clear,” he says with a growl, his eyes locking onto yours. His one hand lightly grips the nape of your neck while his other hand lands on your waist as he lifts you against the wall.

“I will be going out on dates, and I will be getting over you. Because you’re crazy.” he tells you, and if he was a cartoon character you are sure he would have steam coming out of his ears.

You know you’ve damaged him, you’ve pushed him to the limit and forced him to remember and care about you again.

“And that’s exactly your type.” You respond quickly with a smug smirk. You can’t tell if he’s still seriously angry but it’s obvious that he’s turned on by all of this. That he is in love with how crazy you are for him.

“And as much as you don’t want it to be true. You love how crazy I am.” You’re an automatic ego booster that you know he can’t let go easily.

“Fuck you.” He spits in return before slamming his lips meet yours roughly, demandingly as he tries to silence your words and his thoughts that he didn’t want to come to term with. That everything you said was right. And that he is just as crazy as you are.

You smirk in victory but kiss him back immediately, the kiss rough and hungry as it deepens. You can feel him giving in more and more, losing himself in your touch just like he always does.

As the kiss deepens, his hand moves from your waist down to the hem of your shirt, the feeling of his fingers grazing the skin of your stomach that sends you into a spiral.

As he touches your skin, he can feel you trembling and shivering underneath his hands, it feels like he’s holding on to a fragile being but he loves the way you shake in his hands. He loves how unpredictable you are and how you treat him like he’s some type of God.

His mouth sucks on your neck as he tugs your shirt up, slowly revealing more and more of your soft skin that is hot under his fingertips. His fingers dance along your skin, tickling and teasing as he kisses his way up to your lips again.

You lean your head back against the wall, breathing heavily as you wrap my legs around his hips to hold yourself up against the wall.

He continues to kiss you passionately as he pulls away again to look at you, this time leaving a trail of saliva across your face. His eyes are full of lust and hungry. His other hand travels southwards once again, touching your thigh gently.

He then begins kissing along your jawline before finally trailing kisses down your collarbone. "God...you're driving me insane." He whispers huskily against your chest.

“Good.” You whisper back, your hands in his hair as he pushes you more up the wall. He growls at your words, his movements become more desperate, his hands underneath your clothes now as he lifts you higher.

He kisses you deeply, as if silencing you again as his tongue pushing past your lips, gripping onto you tighter. You groan into his mouth, his tongue fighting with yours as you do him the honors of lifting up his shirt.

He moans loudly, loving how much control you have over him."Fuck..." he says breathlessly, breaking off their kiss briefly to help pull off his shirt, exposing his toned body. You can’t help but brush your hands over his abs off letting out a breath before he takes off your own shirt.

You move your hand from his abs down to his v line. You can’t help but quickly move your legs higher so you have complete access to slide down his sweats and he is quick to help you undress him, pulling down his boxers along with them.

His cock quickly reveals itself, slapping against his stomach as it escapes his tight boxers. It looks bigger than usual because of how hard he was, even throbbing with some precum at his tip.

“You’re crazy.” He whispers again, almost disappointed in himself for wanting you so bad as he pressing himself closer to you, bending his head down and kisses your neck.

“I missed you so much.” You respond back, delighted that he was back in your clutches. His hands find their way into the waistband of your pants.

His hands slip under your pants, your body jolting when you feel his fingertips rub against your wetness. “Jimin..” you whisper breathlessly and he can’t help but smirk at your desperation.

“I want to hear so much more..” he says in a low husky voice, placing light soft kisses on your neck as his middle finger presses against your slit.

Your back arches letting out a soft moan as you hold onto his hair tightly. Your body shakes an anticipation until he effortlessly removes my bottoms all together. He stares hungrily at your exposed lower half, admiring every inch of it.

He pushes you against the wall, slowly lining himself up before letting out a groan of relief as his hard cock slides into you. You're so wet and warm around him, it feels amazing. His hands move to your hips, holding them still as he starts thrusting slowly. He feels so perfect inside of you, fitting so perfectly and like he was always meant for you.

"Fuck." Jimin says quietly, kissing your neck. He hips buckle as he slowly starts moving faster, don’t being able to resist wanting more as his grip tightening around your hips.

He pulls out a little and then thrusts back in, feeling you tighten around him. His movements become faster, more erratic as he can't control his need for you. “So perfect..” he groans, his hips slapping roughly against yours earning a loud moan from your every time.

Your mind is hazy from the intense pleasure, pulling on his hair tightly as your body trembles. You loose all of your senses and thoughts, soaking in the feeling of him inside of you.

He moans when he feels you tighten around him, loving the feeling as you reach your climax and spill out all of the butterflies in your stomach.

He slows his pace, but makes sure to keep moving inside of you, watching your face contorting from the high of your orgasm with pride.

“I’m gonna drive you as crazy as you drive me, darling.”

love ring | pjm drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; it's time to fight for love

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boxer!jimin x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst, boxer au, friends with benefits au

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, purple haired!jimin (yes this needs a warning), slight dirty talk, oral sex (f.), biting kink, breast play, praising kink, mentions of degrading kink, unprotected sex, mirror sex, public sex, multiple orgasms, jealous!jimin

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k+

a/n: commissioned 

“Dude, just go talk to her.”

Jimin has never found his friend more annoying than in this very moment. What he thought was a subtle glaring your way turned out to be not so subtle after all, since his friend has obviously noticed it. In times like this, he regrets sharing some parts of his life with him. He obviously doesn't know everything, but he's also not stupid not to see something has happened between Jimin and you. 

The distance and ignorance is big enough of a clue and actually, Jimin can't be mad at him for noticing it.

But it's the least of his worries now, especially if he sees you standing next to him. Chatting like you've got no worries, still hanging around when you know Jimin is going to be here today. It's a little selfish and he realizes that. You used to hang out around here because of your friends. One of them actually dated Jungkook, one of his boxing partners until their relationship didn't last too long. That's how the two of you met and eventually, started something that people call friends with benefits these days.

Friends, Jimin wants to laugh bitterly at the irritating word. Yes, you were friends but things got more complicated. Just like in all those movies and books people watch and read, someone is always there to warn one of them of the obvious. But with Jimin's lifestyle and the lack of time for a relationship, he thought the relationship the two of you had was just ideal. 

And he hates to admit how badly you've gotten inside of his head. 

“You keep glaring at her and Taehyun across the whole room.” Minseok rolls his eyes and Jimin catches just the right timing, glaring at his friend instead. 

Jimin wants to argue. To tell him that Taehyun has been waiting for any chance to get you to talk to him. The kid is obviously interested in you and there were times when you would just laugh him off. Tell him that Taehyun is just a sweet guy who's nice. Sweet guy my ass, he thinks. You're just fucking clueless when it comes to this stuff obviously.

“Mind your own business.” Jimin clicks his tongue, motioning for Minseok to finish wrapping his hands so he can blow some steam off. But with your presence here, he's not sure if he can even focus.

He hates to admit how he fights back the urge to glance your way again. Are you even aware of it? His pride wants to completely ignore you, shut your presence off and act as if you're not here. But there's something stronger and he finds himself hoping to make things right with you. However the last time you spoke, the argument was pretty bad and a small part of him dies in a hope to properly talk to you. 

Both of you have said some nasty things to each other. One of them led to just completely ignoring each other off. None of you reached out to the other. 

“I don't know why you don't tell her you like her.” Minseok rolls his eyes again, causing Jimin's head to snap in his direction as his eyes widen for a moment before they narrow.

He snatches his wrapped hand away from him, massaging his knuckles as he takes the boxer gloves and throws a nasty glare across his shoulder. 

“What do you know about that?” He tries to snicker, quickly averting his gaze away.

Jimin has never been a person to share private things with others, well there might be one person. But she's currently unavailable apparently. So he feels a little embarrassed that Minseok, who doesn't know too many details but enough to not get lost, sees right through him. It has something to do with pride as well. He doesn't let people get too close – not even his friends. Except for one person.

“Come on, it's obvious!” Minseok exclaims a little too loud, catching some prying eyes.

“Keep your voice down.” Jimin warns him through clenched teeth. 

“You're gonna lose her if you don't tell her. What exactly is your plan? To keep fucking her? We both know that's not enough.”

One of the common stereotypes people have about boxers is that every one of them has to have anger issues. Or either can't control themselves or love to fight. But boxing is more than that. You know all about it because you often had deep conversations with him about this specific topic. You could always tell how much boxing means to Jimin. 

He doesn't have anger issues, though it's a great way to get some steam off or distract himself whenever it's needed. But god help him, he tries really bad to not strike at Minseok. His hands clench in the boxing gloves. 

“Fuck off.” he says simply and sternly, ending the conversation here as he gets into the ring.

“Jimin-ah!” 

Jimin turns and is met with a familiar wide and bunny smile. 

“Gonna do some sparring with me?” he asks, already getting into the ring with his boxing gloves. “Everyone's too afraid.” 

Jimin lifts the corner of his lips, “Luckily for you, I'm not afraid of you at all.”

“Yeah? You should be,” Jungkook says teasingly, both of them getting into the right position. “Bring it on, Park.”

“Oh, I will.” he promises.

Zoning out everything around him, he focuses on Jungkook's movements and skills. He will deal with you later.

You knew coming here won't be a good idea. You knew he's going to be here and you will suffer, seeing him again but this time in the distance. Not wanting to admit it to anyone else, you miss him. Fuck, you fucking miss him. 

It feels weird to be back here, not having him around or seeing his teasing smile and wink he would always send your direction. You miss watching him training or doing actual fights. You miss being his number one fan and feel proud every time he's finished, and you're the first person he searches for.

Oh fuck, you feel like crying and you've barely been here for an hour. The moment your eyes spotted his beautiful purple-pinkish hair, you wanted to run into his arms. To smell his incredible scent again. To kiss those big lips of his.

With his current hair color, he's like a big sign you just can't ignore. What was a bet he lost to some of his friends turned out to make him distinctive. But you love it. As much as you loved his black hair, he looks mesmerizing in the soft bright color and he definitely pulled it off. You love it. 

And you wonder if you're ever going to see him again and his hair will be a different color. Not that you would mind. He looks amazing in any color you've seen him in so far. You just want to be a part of it. Be there and ask him what made him change it. It sounds pathetic. But your heart is yearning for him, and you're not sure if that's easy or even possible. 

Taehyun has been making you company ever since you arrived, your friends abandoning you shortly after they saw you talking to him to admire shirtless men. You can't blame them. The room full of testosterone is like a spell to some women. Seeing them flashing off their muscles and abs while playing one of the hottest sports – in conclusion, it's hot and you're not mad at them. But your eyes are reserved for one person only – and he's been ignoring you. He surely knows about your presence.

“I can't help but notice,” Taehyun starts carefully, eyeing you sideways as you try to block out Jimin's laugh. 

He's currently sparring with Jungkook. That much you noticed while trying to steal a glance. You have no idea why you keep torturing yourself like this. You should've stayed home. Your friends wanted you to come anyways and your stupid self missed Jimin that you didn't need any convincing. Actually, you're sure one of your friends told you it's okay if you don't want to go. But you being stubborn and too desperate to at least see him, declined her offer of going elsewhere. 

“Are you and Jimin okay?” 

As much as you and Jimin tried to be private about the thing you had going on, you weren't exactly secretive with the extra affection. You and Jimin have been friends. Always talked and messed around. But surely people noticed you had something going on. Or maybe it was your chemistry, as some of Jimin's and your friends have pointed out. You didn't care back then. 

All you could focus on was you and him. 

But now, you wish nobody would know. You've noticed the glances some of the men gave you – mostly the ones who are aware of your and Jimin's closeness. Though they don't know any details, they're not stupid to not know there's something intimate going on between you and one of their best fighters. 

“Why would you ask me that?” you ask, eyes widened as you meet Taehyun's shocked expression that soon turns to be apologetic. 

“I'm sorry,” he blurts out an apology immediately. “I just noticed you guys didn't even look at each other which is very rare and you, um well, you seem sad. Fuck, sorry. It's none of my business. I'm just worried about you.”

“I'm fine.” you answer curtly.

Taehyun is a sweet guy. He really is and has always been super friendly. He doesn't want to get into your pants like Jimin always initiates. Taehyun is one of the youngest fighters here and Jimin is like an idol to him. He admires him and aspires to be a great fighter like Jimin is. You know this because he told you.

Taehyun could be considered as your friend. He would often make you company whenever Jimin was training or was too busy. Which you completely understood – Jimin being busy – you just wanted to watch him and obviously, his attention can't be fully on you at all times. Jimin boxing has been the reason why you met him. It's also been a huge part of your… relationship and friendship.

“Sorry.” Taehyun offers softly, regret fully laced in his tone as you can't help but glance in the ring's direction where you know Jimin is. 

You find him and Jungkook stopping, taking a short break to drink some water. 

One of the girls that hangs around and usually helps with little stuff, hands Jimin his bottle. It's a simple act and in a way, you understand her little too long stare at Jimin's face and abs. But something in you cracks and you find yourself to be even more irritated and angrier, especially when he looks at her down from the ring and shoots her a grin. You watch the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes and your teeth clench. And then she steps into the ring, staying behind the ropes though as she has the audacity to tap his forehead with a white towel. 

“Oh, shit.”

Taehyun's silent reaction doesn't help. For a second you're mad, ready to leave this place and then the next, something snaps inside you and you share a look with Taehyun. Though his face starts to get blurry and once more, he curses under his breath. 

Before you know it, you're enveloped in a big hug. It feels comforting and you find yourself not moving. From a distance, nobody can tell you started crying. Your tears fell down but no more comes. It looks like you're just casually hugging and no one really shoots a glance your way. As far as you can tell anyway. 

In the distance, you hear Jungkook call out Jimin's name and it causes you to pull away from Taehyun's warm and comforting hug.

Jimin's glare isn't hard to notice and it makes your stomach drop. He has never looked so cold at you. It makes it painful to swallow and you gulp. But the glare barely lasts a second as he slips under the ropes, taking off his gloves in a heated manner before he tosses them on the ground. Your jaw is ready to fall to the floor as he stomps toward you, hands still in the hand wraps. 

“Shit, is he about to beat me up?” Taehyun asks hurriedly, almost shitting his pants. You can't blame him, Jimin looks scary as fuck – among other things you wish not to reveal.

You're too shocked to react, until you realize he's just a few steps away from you so you meet him halfway. 

He's not even looking at you, glaring at Taehyun from across your figure where he is standing, watching Jimin with wide eyes. If it weren't for your hands on his sweaty and exposed chest, you're sure nothing would stop him.

His skin is hot, something it always is but this time he's burning up from the activity he just did. You get distracted for a second and you have to remind yourself, touching him after your argument is not your priority right now. It does feel bittersweet though. 

Jimin's gaze finally drops on your hands before they look straight into your eyes. His eyes soften and he searches your face, as if he's looking for any change. But you're not different. Maybe sleep deprived but nothing your concealer and make-up can't cover up. You tried your best to look good – not for him but for you as well.

And Jimin wants to curse you out for wearing the sweet summer dress. The piece of cloth looks so innocent but you look absolutely stunning. Your breasts almost spill out of the tight and low cut. The outfit is not supposed to be hot or provocative, yet you look like a goddess and Jimin knows most of the guys must've sneaked a glance or two your way. 

Meanwhile he's not possessive at all, he tends to get a little jealous. But back then he didn't mind it much because you were his. Everybody knew that. 

Were you though? 

“What are you doing, Jimin?” you ask softly, Jimin feeling his heartbeat picking up its pace from finally hearing your voice.

“What were you doing?” he asks, glancing behind you, glaring at Taehyun again you guess. 

You look around, noticing the curious eyes set on you which make you break out of your trance. Hesitantly, you slide your hands off his chest and the movement causes him to look back at you. Shifting on your spot rather uncomfortably under all the prying eyes, you nibble on your bottom lip before mustering the courage to look up at him. 

“Can we talk? Somewhere private?” you ask silently, eyes dancing over the people curiously watching you which pushes Jimin to follow your line of vision.

His brows immediately scrunch, glaring at everyone and as he's getting riled up and about to curse them out publicly, they all look away in a second and chattering begins as everyone goes back to their previous activity. 

Jimin glances down at you once again, whole face softening up as he grabs you by your wrist. “Come on.” he mutters and starts leading you to the back.

The locker room, you recognize the way immediately. It's the only place where you will have privacy at the moment. 

You act as if you and Jimin were fighting for god knows how long. In reality, it's been like two weeks but those two weeks feel like an eternity. You haven't been in this locker room for that exact time. It's here where you fought after Jimin had a late night training. It was just the two of you. 

The whole argument started as something stupid and it escalated to this massive argument, ending with you walking away and Jimin frustratedly letting you.

“So? You and Taehyun now?” Jimin fills the silence right after the sound of door closing reaches your ears. 

“Don't do that,” you frown, turning to properly look at him. “You have no right to act like this.” 

He scoffs, reaching for a fresh towel as he wipes his face and chest again. He tosses it at the laundry bin in the corner of the room. 

“I have no right to anything apparently.” 

“You don't get to act jealous.”

Jimin clenches his jaw, keeping his head low but he still sends you glare your way. 

“Right,” he nods, “Because we are nothing. We are just strangers.” 

“That's not what I meant and you know it.” 

“No, actually I don't.” he snaps, wanting to say something more but catches himself and takes a deep breath instead. 

A beat of silence follows, the painful silence as you're far enough to not hear anyone else. You tongue your cheek, glancing around to prevent yourself from simply watching Jimin who successfully ignores you and doesn't look your way. 

The tall mirrors across the entire side of the wall shows how desperate you really are. All you ever wanted was more. But that wasn't part of your deal. This was fun and it started to get more serious. 

Jimin loves fun. He enjoys the thrill you both experienced. He told you himself one time after you had sex. It's been so craved in your mind ever since then. 

“Why does Taehyun even matter?” you ask, slapping your hands against your sides as Jimin finally looks at you, the frown on his face visible as soon as you bring up Taehyun. 

“If you're planning to date guys from this gym, do it outside.” he says bitterly and you stare in disbelief. 

What's his problem? 

“You have no right to prohibit me from that.” you remind him stubbornly. 

That's not the point you want to make at the moment, but you still need to inform him. Who does he think he is?

“Not like that's happening anyways. Me and Taehyun are just friends.”

Jimin scoffs once again, shaking his head in disbelief as he lets a bitter laugh while he rubs his forehead. “Yeah, right. The moment me and you–” he pauses, clearing his throat right after. “You suddenly hug.”

“A hug doesn't mean dating.” you point out. 

“You never hugged him before.”

“And you never let the girl wipe off your sweat before.” you snap right back, widening your eyes right after it escapes your disobedient mouth.

“Jieun?”

“Whatever her name is.” you snap and Jimin's lips suddenly twitch a little. 

“She is no one,” he mutters, “Compared to T–”

“Oh my god!” you exclaim frustratedly. “You're so dumb! Taehyun is my friend. He adores you and he would never do that to you! Not even if I asked him to!”

You are trying to prove a point once again but Jimin only takes what he wants. So his response shouldn't surprise you but you can't help but be left speechless. 

“Oh, so you would want him?”

“No!” you almost cry out frustratedly. “I just want to be loved!” you exclaim, clasping your mouth shut as Jimin stares with big eyes.

Oh fuck, he looks so innocent. And fucking hot. With his hair damp from the sweat, a strand of hair almost falling into his eyes as he effortlessly brushes his fingers through his hair.

“This is stupid. Why did I want to talk? This is just like the argument we had before.” 

You can't do this. Embarrassed that you just confessed your desire, you want to walk away and never come back. No matter how painful that's going to be. 

It's not the desire itself that makes you embarrassed though. It's the fact that you want to be loved by Jimin and no one else.

“No, don't walk away please.” he says, catching you by your wrist as he holds you tight while you show your frustration by trying to get out of his grip. 

You may be overreacting a little, but that's what you always do when things get rough. Trying to leave. At least it feels like that when it happens with Jimin. And it's only because you're scared of what you truly feel inside. Jimin is just not the type for this. He told you many times before and you can't let yourself be heartbroken when he reminds you of it again. 

In other situations, you have no problem talking things over. It feels a little tricky with Jimin though.

“Loved?” he questions and you groan.

Though you're not making it any easier for Jimin, he still holds you gently enough for it not to hurt. He's caring and as his big soft eyes stare at you, you feel like crying all over again. God, you like him so much. You're fucked. 

“Fucking stupid, right?” you scoff. 

“Why would it be stupid?” Jimin cocks his head to the side confusingly. 

“Oh, come on, Jimin.” you roll your eyes, snatching your hand from his grip as he looks alarmed but you don't dare to move. “You're the one who said you're not up for relationships. You don't have time for it. So what if I want it right now? What if I don't want just to be fucked?” 

Jimin opens his mouth. 

“And we were doing exactly that. So why can't I talk to Taehyun?” 

You're frustrated, starting to babble a little nonsense because there's no need to bring up Taehyun. That's only going to rile Jimin up all over again. 

“Don't.” he warns. 

“Why has the thought of me and Taehyun has always been such a problem? I mean yes, we were fucking. I wouldn't want you to fuck anyone else. But you're acting as if I can't–”

“Stop.”

“What? Why?” you provoke him why tilting your head, trying to act clueless and innocent. “We are not together, Jimin. I get why you would get a little jealous. But storming in our direction because of what? Because he simply hugged me? You have no ri–”

“I fucking like you.” Jimin spits out, cutting you off so easily that it feels like a slap to your face. 

It's the words that leave you breathless and you have to blink a few times to make sure it's real. He said what? You stare at him, seeing his face frustrated as he rubs his forehead. He's clenching his jaw, looking around while his breathing quickens up. And you just stand there and stare like an idiot. 

“Like me?” you whisper and Jimin chuckles a little heartlessly. “Jimin, you said–”

“I know what I said about relationships,” he cuts you off. “Is that so hard to believe that I could like you?” 

“I…” you trail off, still too shocked to form a proper sentence. “It is. You never–I never got that feeling from you. You always said how much you like our relationship and what it is.”

“Yes, that I can trust you, always talk to you. I didn't–obviously I didn't share everything that's been on my mind.”

“Since when?”

“A long time.” he whispers, looking right into your eyes while your breath hitches.

To be honest, you're not sure what to think. You want to believe him and you would never judge him for his own history and the lack of interest in anything remotely close to love or relationships. You do believe people could change but this feels like the cliché scenario that happens with men like Jimin. And by that you mean them willing to try it but not being able to stay in a relationship when things get rough. Quite frankly, you're not even sure if Jimin is ready to be in a relationship.

Sure, you and him get along pretty well (minus what happened between you two recently). In your mind, you've imagined the two of you together – together – so many times. Can he even love you? 

It's just something that's hard to believe. And you want to believe it. But something just wants you to protect your heart. You don't want to get any more hurt than you already did. For fuck sake! You got into an argument and you've been sobbing into your pillow every night. You can't possibly imagine going through something even more heartbreaking. You're way too deep in this shit.

But at the same time, you're pretty aware that you don't know unless you try. And it doesn't feel fair to Jimin at all. 

“Why are you looking at me that way?” he questions you, frowning as he sees the lack of trust you have on your face. “You don't believe me?”

He sounds hurt and so fragile all of a sudden. You feel like a major asshole even more now. 

“Listen,” he starts, refusing to no longer stay silent. “I fucking like you.”

“Taehyun likes me too and he's my fr–”

“Don't you dare to say his name right now.” Jimin cups your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks but not painfully. 

You stare into his eyes that darken, the little shadow there causing you to gulp. His already sharp and visible jawline clenches once again. You know you shouldn't find him extremely sexy right now, but your body acts automatically and you let your eyes drop down to his lips. You flicker them back on but you know he caught you. 

His mouth twitches and he slowly, painfully for you, licks his lips. 

“Are you getting turned on right now?” 

The mocking behind his tone should annoy you but you don't find yourself to be annoyed. The sex with him has always been great, one of the reasons why it lasted so long between you and him. But it wasn't everything. You appreciated every minute you got to spend some time with him. Sex or no sex – each time was special to you.

Jimin doesn't torture you by questioning the obvious, a recognition flickering in those beautiful eyes of his while his thumbs caress your soft cheekbones.

“I'm gonna show you how much I like you.”

The single word sounds mocking almost and the way he emphasizes, like there's something much more than him simply liking you. And you know he doesn't say it but you see he's hiding something. He's not telling the truth and you can only hope he's reciprocating what you've been feeling for him for the longest time. 

But perhaps now, it's time to act upon your feelings.

Jimin stays true to his words and doesn't waste any time finally tasting your lips. You can't help but hum into the needy and rough kiss. He doesn't pull away any time soon, kissing you with all the passion you've been missing and the familiar ecstasy clouds your senses. All you can feel is him and you wouldn't have it any other way. There are still a few things you both need to talk about but for now, you just want to be close to him again. For now, you need to feel him and touch him.

It's mind-blowing how at peace you are the moment Jimin has kissed you. The kiss is nothing but rushed, needy and rough with no intention just ending there. You know it. You've had many of those and it always led to one thing. And you're completely fine with it. 

Hands on Jimin's wrist, you get a proper hold on him as soon as he starts backing you, doing it all without breaking off the kiss. He bites your lower lip, sucks it and even pushes his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it all, almost whining when you're forced to break off the kiss as he gently pushes you to sit down on the long bench.

Jimin drops to his knees before you can needily reach toward him. He watches your entire form for a moment, licking his lips again before he attacks your neck. He sucks and bites your skin there for a few seconds, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you push your body into his. 

You're just as needy, wanting to be touched – only by him because he knows your needs and body like the back of his hand.  

He pushes down your summer dress under your breasts, exposing your chest to the chilly air in the locker room. The thought of someone coming here and finding you like this, with your breasts fully exposed, crosses your mind but Jimin utterly averts your attention as soon as his mouth clasps around your nipple. 

“Oh fuck.” you moan, the other hand fondling your other breast.

“You like that?” Jimin says, hot breath fanning over your wet and sensitive nipple before he goes back to his previous activity. 

At the beginning of your “relationship” Jimin would use his mouth in other ways than to just bring you pleasure with it by using it. The dirty talk was one of the things that could make you wet in seconds, he always knew what to say. 

Throughout the months of getting to know you intimately, he figured out you're just as freaky and needy as him. One of the things he always did was to call you his little slut. But that has changed. You're not sure when it changed exactly but from his slut you became his pretty and good girl – and fuck – that was even more dangerous to you than any degrading thing he could've said. That had you going and Jimin obviously figured it out.

It's stupid and it shouldn't mean this much to you, but his following words want to make you praise him for simply not forgetting. 

Not forgetting to praise you yet again. 

“Such pretty tits,” Jimin mutters, licking your other breast while you do your best not to move your hips against the bench. “I missed them.”

Not giving you time to digest his words fully, he's on his knees once against and this time pulls you closer to him. You catch yourself just in the right now as he gently pushes down on your chest, making you lay down. 

The bench is in no way a comfortable place to do this, especially if your head hangs off. But once again, you don't voice it because the second Jimin pushes your underwear to the side and clasps his skilful mouth onto your glistening cunt, none of it matters. 

He's everywhere down there. Licking and sucking your clit, then eating you out like a starved man with one hand squeezing your breast. You can't hold yourself up and the pleasure he's giving you causes you to lay down, even with your head thrown back. 

“Look at yourself,” Jimin suddenly says from between your thighs, the top of his purple head catching your eyes for a second before you close them again. “Look how fucking pretty you are.”

And you open your eyes, ignoring the blood rushing to your head as you gasp at the sight. You see yourself, face full of pleasure and mouth gasping as Jimin picks up the intensity and pace. You're long gone, every little thing edging you closer to the orgasm until you're cumming on his tongue.

But no. 

He is not done with you. 

Jimin rushes (but still remains gentle despite the rush and neediness in his motions) and turns you around. The bench is even more uncomfortable under your knees than it was under your bum, but you barely acknowledge it when Jimin pulls down his training boxers and exposes himself to your hungry eyes. 

Fuck, you've missed this too. 

You salivate like a hungry dog, seeing him in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes meet and he shoots you a smirk. You're so focused on that (and already totally fucked out) that you don't notice the movements between his legs. That's until you feel the head of his cock touching your wet hole. 

“Ah, fuck, baby.” you moan, Jimin chuckling before he enters you. 

He's gentle at first, praising you for how good you feel and how much he missed your tight cunt (his words). All of it makes you already clench around him. So you beg him to fuck you, desperation evident in your raspy voice. And boy, does he listen. 

He fucks into you his thick and long length, urging you to look at yourself whenever you close your eyes shut from the indescribable pleasure. You do look. You watch him fucking you in the reflection, beds of sweat collecting on yours and his skin. He's biting into his lower lip harshly, grunting each time he thrusts into you while your high moans echo against the walls. 

It's messy and so wet between your legs, you swear you feel your wetness traveling down your thigh. You're so close. Telling even Jimin that. And he smiles proudly, admitting he's not far away from that either. 

And then he hoists you up, presses your back to his chest while still being inside you. And your eyes meet again in the reflection. His thrusts turn more gentle, still setting up a good pace that makes you see stars. But the way he rolls his hips into you and the intensity not only behind his movements but his eyes as well, you just know. 

So you smile through the pleasure, silently telling him with your eyes that yes, you know. 

“Mine.” he grunts, one hand around your waist holding you in place, while the other pinches your nipple. 

He rubs it softly shortly after while your fingers dig into his arm that's still around your waist. You squeeze him harder, moaning out his name before you confess; “Mine.”

“Fucking yours.” he spits out through the grunts and then it completely rushes down onto you. 

You're cumming, body shaking against Jimin as pleasure controls your body. A few more thrusts and Jimin cums too, spilling his load into you with a low yet long groan. Even after the orgasm, he holds you tightly against him and you stay like that for god knows how long. It's until you whimper at your knees that Jimin helps you to sit down. He silently cleans you up with another fresh towel before the piece of cloth joins the other towel he used before. 

He kisses you and helps you to cover yourself while he does the same. 

“Does this… does this mean–”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jimin cuts you off, grinning at you like a mischievous teenboy as you pause for a second in pure shock before you chuckle. 

“I thought you would never ask.” you reply stupidly.

“It took me too long, I know. I guess I was too scared. Minseok has been patronizing me–”

“Oh my god!” you suddenly gasp, making him stop as Jimin sits next to you and stares at you in concern. 

“They all must have heard us!” 

Jimin cackles at how scandalized you look, with your palm covering your mouth and all. 

“That's the least of my concerns, to be honest.”

You nudge him in the shoulder as you look horrified. Jimin teases you, taking your hand into his as he peaks from the locker room. Everything seems silent and you walk into the main room finding it oddly empty. 

“Where is everyone?” you ask in confusion. 

Not that you're not happy! There is a chance nobody heard you. Not that you mind it that much, you just don't want people to be up your and Jimin's business. Like they haven't been nosy enough. 

Jimin walks up to his training bag, the only item sitting on top of a similar bench he just fucked you on. Pulling out his phone, you see him checking it with a slight frown on his face before he hands you the device. He ushers you to read it with a tilt of his hand, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. 

Minseok: “kicked everyone out, you owe me. and I hope it was worth it and you finally grew some balls to tell her you love her. if not, i'm gonna kick you in the ass next time.” 

You hand him the phone back with a similar smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“He's right.” Jimin comments, tossing the phone back to his bag. 

“About?” 

“Everything,” he says simply while you're trying not to freak out about the L word.

It was Minseok who said it. Surely he must've known Jimin likes you, that's what Jimin wanted to tell you back in the locker room before you interrupted him. But these guys don't really think about these words, not as much as women do and it must've been a mistake–

“Especially that I love you.”

Jimin laughs the moment he waits for your reaction and he finally gets to see it. You look like a bucket of ice has been thrown on you.

You shake yourself out of the daze, trying to keep your posture while your heart is ready to burst out of your chest. But Jimin doesn't look nervous, he's beaming at you with the prettiest smile you've known ever since you got to know him. This moment right here is everything you've dreamed of ever since you found out about your deeper connection and feelings toward him.

So you take a deep and calm breath, the next following words spilling out of your mouth effortlessly. 

“I love you too.”

It feels like both of you are teenagers, giggling to yourselves while ending your confession with a few strong kisses full of love. 

“Now that everyone is gone. We could take a shower. Then I'm going to take you to my place.” he tells you once he pulls away from the kiss. 

Your arms around his neck and his staying on top of your ass, you grin at him. 

“And then what?” 

“I'm gonna cook you a nice dinner. I want to cuddle you and talk to you because I fucking missed you.”

“Hm, is that all?” you ask teasingly. 

“Is that not enough?” he teases back. 

“Surely it is.” 

“And maybe I will fuck my girlfriend again.”

“Lucky her,” you muse, “What an explicit word though.”

“I can make love to her too. Never done that before but I'm confident I can do it.” he continues and you press your lips not to giggle. 

“I trust you.”

And then you burst into the cutest fit of giggles. If somebody saw you right now, they would find the image of the serious and wonderful boxer Jimin giggling like a teenager hilarious. Little do you know they will witness it for sure, now that you're his girlfriend and all. 

Jimin is going to show his new side not only to you, but to everyone else.

Hello everyone, I'm new to this fandom and was wondering if you have some multichapter fic about BTS x reader to Recommend ?

Can be any trope, any genre 😁

Thanks a lot !!

This is a really great story, will there be more chapters in the future ?

guys that i’d kind of be into (prologue): poly!ot7 x reader

pairing: poly!ot7 x fem!reader

genre: fluff mostly, idol!bts x broadway!reader

warnings: some language, nothing serious atm

summary: being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work… it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note: i’m honestly really fucking excited to write this series. i’m also really nervous?? it’s my first time writing for bts or honestly just real people in general so please go easy on me… god i’m nervous fuck. i’m still figuring somethings about this series too, but i have a pretty good grasp on the whole project itself that i’m hoping the gaps will fill themselves in while i’m writing.

i truthfully had a difficult time suggesting what musical to have the reader be apart of but after consideration, i thought “be more chill” was a pretty good option.

but seriously, i really hope you guys enjoy reading this series just as much as i plan to enjoy writing it!

EDIT: for the new people reading this, i know the first few chapters aren’t stellar and i apologize but this picks up aftera while i promise!!

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You loved your job, truly, but you were always drained after every show you did. It was something you were aware of when you decided to pursue theatre, but you were definitely not aware of the extent that came with doing eight strenuous shows a week, taking every open opportunity of variety shows or interviews imaginable, and everything between keeping up with social media presentations and keeping up with your personal life while also taking care of yourself.

Which is why you were happily getting ready to take a nap in your dressing room after having gone to the stage door and eaten your Postmated food. You got your favorite fluffy blanket draped over your couch and strolled over to your shelves to pick a BT21 plushie to cuddle with. It seemed that some of your fellow castmates had already snagged Mang and TaTa; they all tended to steal from your collection when napping during these tough two-show days. You must’ve seen Jason Tam cuddling with Chimmy at least five times now.

Now, you weren’t necessarily obsessed with BTS, but them and their songs did remind you of your college days spent listening to the loud k-pop music blasting from the sorority house down the street- you may or may not have been dragged to those parties every so often by your roommate. But those days were short in number once you ventured to New York to audition for the role of Christine in “Be More Chill,” a role that you landed and took a sabbatical for so you could perform. So, on those days you needed a little more hype, sure, you blasted their music. And the Line Friends store was literally 300 feet from the Lyceum Theater so you couldn’t not go and buy some cute things to spruce up your dressing room.

Deciding that you needed the extra comfort after this long excursion of a show, you plucked up your Koya and Cooky plushies to fall asleep with.

Just as you were about to dim the lights, you got a FaceTime call from your best friend. You didn’t get to talk to them often since they were in class half the time while you were always doing whatever theatre gig you had to deal with that day. So, of course, you gratefully accepted the call, finding a sense of comfort from their familiar bright face against the grey New Jersey skyline.

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I loved it already, could I be tagged for future chapters ?

Mr.Flirt~Jimin Park x Black! Fem! Reader {1}

Pairing: Jimin Park x reader

Summary: You’ve been an interviewer for a few years at Instant Pop! (fake entertainment outlet) and you finally score an interview with people you care about, BTS themselves. During the course of the entire interview you try not to fangirl completely while each of the guys stay engrossed in your words. One of them being Jimin Park himself, your favorite member, the one you can hardly make eye contact with. 

Writer’s Note: Let’s just say that everyone can understand the reader and her questions. It’s fanfiction, so I think we can extend our sense of disbelief. Anyway, I’ve been watching so many BTS interviews where they are having a blast, so I’ve been thinking why don’t I try to write one for fanfiction? More black readers of course, my sisters and I need some love too~Black Army forever! This is my first BTS fic, so please tell me how it is and be civil about it. I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know if you want more BTS fics, send me requests please. I appreciate it.

Warnings: None really for this chapter. 

Word Count: 1, 741

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That's a great beginning, will there be more, if there is could I be tagged ?

Heartbeat (m) : Series Masterpost

➣ When you put out a roommates ad for your newly purchased house, the only requirement you set out had been cleanliness. The last thing you’d expected was for the 7 most eligible bachelors of your university to come calling.

Throw in school, crazy fan girls and the most sought for men suddenly chasing after you with heart eyes, comes a college experience of a lifetime. Would it be so wrong to want them all?

➣ The Peppermint Mocha prequel (recommended read but not necessary)

➣ OT7/Reader, poly BTS

➣ Uni/College AU, friends to lovers AU, childhood friends AU, smut, angst, fluff (the holy trio), sub bts (yes), horny bts (like, all the time), multiple threesomes and several orgies (i’m sorry)

handcrafted | they needed a place to stay. you needed money. you are so fucking screwed. they want you to screw them instead.

white chocolate (m) | how is it they know you so well already?

cold brew (m) | this is a dangerous game. and you refuse to lose.

cookie crumble (m) | he’s not a kid anymore. oh fuck.

caramel macchiato (m) | he frustrates you. so you take his virginity against the wall. okay, yeah, you were being hasty. oops.

dark roast (m) | you change your phone number for the fifth time this semester and you’re just so stressed and now he’s on his knees.

chai tea (m) | they lied. you punish them, but it only leaves you emptier.

pumpkin spice (m) | they’re so fucking sorry.

green tea (m) | who said you had to choose?

pink (m) | let’s stay like this forever.

Hi, does anyone of you know some good multi-chapter fic with OT7 x Reader (or one membre x reader) with the quarantine/lockdown trope due to covid19 or something else ?

Thanks in advance !

Amazing, will there be more ?

Armed to the Fangs series index

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader

If you’ve been enjoying this series, please consider buying me a coffee! 🥰🌺

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 - coming soon!

This is so good, will you ever continue it ?

Void - Part 1 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 7.9k 

Part 1 / ?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension

A/N: This chapter focuses on Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. But trust me, all seven will get involved before this is over.

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I really love this fic, will there be more chapters ?

7 Hybrids Moved In With Me Masterlist

Pairing: Hybrid!Poly!BTS x Reader

Word count: 30.5k

Read time: 3hr 04m

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Homelessness, Mentions of Violence, Blood, Fluff, Reader is described as being ‘smaller’ and ‘shorter’ than the boys, but I try not to limit anything with I describe them.

Status: Ongoing

Description:

When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

Chapters: 

Teaser (0)

Bake, Eat, Run (1)

Trespassing (2)

Bunny Boy (3)

Nurse Y/n (4)

Roommates? (5)

Living Arrangements (6)

Water Fountain in the Kitchen! (7)

Arriving shortly…

*This story is also posted on my Wattpad*

 ⚠!This is a work of fiction so please to don’t apply anything seen and shown in the book to real life people or situations!⚠

 P.S.

I love receiving feedback and seeing people make up their own theories and ideas about my work so please feel free to do that and ask me any questions you like about the work! This is also my first long term/full length project and the first writing project in a few years. 😊

Good start, I'd like to read more of it 😁

let the light in

summary: in which you’re a famous children’s book writer, one evening after coming home from a diner with your parents you find seven unknown hybrids making themselves comfortable in your living room, what do you do now?

pairing: hybrid!bts x f!reader

warning: hybrid!bts. lots of fluff. one shots on this cute relationship <3. you can request for this story !!! suggestive but no smut - wolf!namjoon, winter bear!seokjin, black cat!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, red panda!jimin, giant panda!taehyung, bunny!jungkook

notes: likes comments and reposts are appreciated . title is inspired by lana’s “let the light in”

001 , BREAKING AND ENTERING | in which you come home to seven hybrids in your living room. fluff, comedy

002 , NEW LIFE | in which you have to get used to your new life, with seven hybrid roommates. fluff (coming soon)

003 , …

Great fic, will there be more ?

Our Own World: Chapter 1

Warnings: None really, maybe cursing? Type: No set genre Authors Note: None.

Your brother and his fiance had planned to travel to the Netherlands so he could properly meet her family since they had only spoken by phone or skype.

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Hello, I'm herr again to ask for your help !

Do you know some BTS x Reader (poly x reader// one/any member x reader ) with the "reader is a youtuber, a vlogger, a blogger, work on social media..." can be oneshot or Series, van be social media au or not, can be smut/fluff.

Thanks again for your help 😁

That was so amazing !!

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7xReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, College AU, angst if you squint.

°•. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  .•°

Part one - Reunion

Part two - Rain

Part three - Salty

Part four - Second

Part five - Crush

Part six - Trap

Part seven - Touch

Part eight - Promise

Part nine - Never

Part ten - Priority

Part eleven - Coffee

°•. ✿ .•°

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Hello to you all !!

I've read and still read a lot of fics on different platform (tumblr, AO3, WATTPAD, quotev...) and wonder if I could write some myself. I'd like to start with some BTS reactions first to see if I'm good enough 😄.

That's why if you have some ideas, suggestions or Request that I could write about, I'm all ears.

Thanks in advance for those who would take time in reading and answering this.

Hello to you all !!

I've read and still read a lot of fics on different platform (tumblr, AO3, WATTPAD, quotev...) and wonder if I could write some myself. I'd like to start with some BTS reactions first to see if I'm good enough 😄.

That's why if you have some ideas, suggestions or Request that I could write about, I'm all ears.

Thanks in advance for those who would take time in reading and answering this.

BTS's fics/reaction I should write (Part 1)

@shakespeare-in-the-park7 @cutysexylovelyarmy @yourmagnanimousholiness @persnyako @jimintaemin @duckandrobin @itsgettingweirds-blog @mrowphine @fyrreflyy @daichiduskdrop @lilientulpe @strawblueberrys @jinniejax @btsfluffsworld @stellauniverse

BTS's fics/reaction I should write (Part 2)

@shakespeare-in-the-park7 @cutysexylovelyarmy @yourmagnanimousholiness @persnyako @jimintaemin @duckandrobin @itsgettingweirds-blog @mrowphine @fyrreflyy @daichiduskdrop @lilientulpe @strawblueberrys @jinniejax @btsfluffsworld @stellauniverse