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Okay LORD I am a mess..

Not sure if you've seen this because ITS ALL I CAN SEE esp when you've emphasized it in the shop.

Honestly after the FUCKING SAD LAST SCENES on Part 2, I'm glad that Y/N approached Jimin first like man he deserves that after what happened T.T

But honestly tho, ROSE ARE U A PSYCHIC OR SMTH because Y/N's thoughts about her parents (like the regrets) have been my thoughts for like in the past 3-4 years? Man makes me wanna rethink everything.

The convo's actually so funny, with Guyi and how awkward she is (lmao relate) and FINALLY, finally Y/N's character have developed like man I wanted to strangle her before XD. I'm honestly happy for her, how she's honest now and ready to face what she has been running from for years.

Jimin on the other hand, the absolute sweetheart he is, I love how you captured this side of him which is present irl (am I really this whipper for my muse)

YOU KNOW WHAT PAINED ME THE MOST? THIS LINE:

Because loving him was hurting you, and he didn't know how to let you go. 

It's like a grenade on my heart bye, this phrase alone made me bawl my eyes out (relate again)

Honestly, it's worth reading this though I have an exam atm, hell the 6 months haunted me with the end of Part 2 so thanks Rose, even if you're busy 🥺

novocaine || pt. 3 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

Going home was hard – painful even. But falling back in love with Jimin, the boy you left behind? Downright gut-wrenching.

pairing: punk!jimin x reader

word count: 7.3k

genre: 1990s au, exes au, angst, smut

warnings: 90s slang, ANGST, mentions of death, SMUT, oral (m), lots of emotions friends

A/N: YEAH BOI ITS ANOTHER SERIES!!!

01 | 02 | 03

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PART THREE

Your foot tapped against the brick of Guyi’s porch nervously, trying to fight back the tiny voice in the back of your head that was telling you to run before it was too late.

The voice vanished as the front door swung open, a surprised looking Guyi greeting you.

“Hey, Y/N!” She smiled, immediately putting you at ease.

She was surprised. You were too. You hadn’t spoken properly with your friend in years, yet here you were, showing up at her door in hopes of getting this Jimin situation off your chest and, hopefully, gain some perspective from the most insightful person you knew.

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HOMIE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA FUCKING DIE 🤡

hush, yeah? (m) | kth | masterlist

series: hush, yeah? (m) pairing: taehyung x reader(f) genre: brother’s best friend au, music festival au ; smut summary: who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty.. warnings: explicit sex, multiple smut scenes, tension, taehyung is an asshole, big dick tae wbk, slight angst later, but this really is just smut lol, i plead guilty for everything that’s about to happen

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

taglist: message, comment, or lmk in the reblog tags to be added!

other links: masterlist 

WHAT THE FUCK DEAN

WHY DID I READ THIS AFTER WAKING UP

PERFECT FOR MORNING IDC

IM-IDK WHAT-THIS IS SOO HOT BYEE

Isn’t Nature Beautiful? (PJM)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationship: Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: smut, pwp | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: You and Jimin go for a walk on his day off, but all he seems to have eyes for is the trees.

Tags: smut, PWP, public sex, jealous reader, squirting, dirty talk, bareback, standing sex, clothed sex

A/N: This fic was written for @pars-ley​ in response to the request for Jimin x Reader, “I’m not jealous” request for my 2k followers - hope you like it!

A/N 2: This fic was written for @thebtswritersclub​ April Prompt: Bloom

A/N 3: The banner for this fic was made by @casuallyimagining​ - tysm!!

You really did love days that were all yours to spend with Jimin. The two of you rarely had days off together, especially with Jimin’s work. So when Jimin suggested you two take a walk on the lovely spring morning, through a little trail that he knew of – secluded and pretty – you were ecstatic. 

That was, until you realized that Jimin was far more interested in the trees and flowers than he was in spending time with you. It wasn’t his fault, you supposed. He had borrowed a book from Namjoon recently, filled with interesting facts about the forests in your area. And Jimin, above all else, loved to learn new things. 

It would have been cute. Emphasis on would have. Except the two of you had been walking for nearly an hour, and Jimin had spent far more time talking your ear off about the local fauna than even looking at you. 

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M-MARS

I WANT MORE 😭😭😭

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT AND SWEET AND COMFORTING AHHHHH I WANT THEM TO BE OFFICIAL 😤

platonic (ksj)

Summary- Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

word count -  3.1k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- R

genre- smut, fluff, pwp, fwb2lovers, bff2l

warnings- masturbation (f and m), cockwarming, missionary, bants, cuddling, seokjin and reader are literal oblivious idiots.

a.n- Enjoy this shameless self-indulgent bullshit, that started from a very hot weird dream I had and Seokjin’s latest selfie 🥵.

A big warm thank you to @sugasbabiie and @chemicalpink​ for beta reading on such short notice! ily guys 💕

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Seokjin! I’m stressed,” you declared as soon as you walked into your best friend’s apartment, your eyes quickly finding his large frame reclining on the couch while he scrolled through the channels. Barely sparing you a glance, he hummed while nodding slightly. Exasperated, you sighed, stomping over to stand next to him and repeating your earlier statement, albeit with an extra nasally whine.

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My first read of yours THAT I KNOW WOULD FUCKING RUIN ME. OC'S RELATABLE HAHAHA, teasing's my fave ;).

AND ALSO WHY DO I WANT HER TO MAKE TAE JEALOUS WITH YOONGI 😌

hush, yeah? 1 | kth

series: hush, yeah?  pairing: taehyung x reader(f) genre: brother’s best friend au, music festival au ; angst(?), smut summary: the innocent accident that started it all warnings: groping, tension, pussy play, public smut, inadvertent edging, language, taehyung’s an asshole lol notes: thank you endlessly to @missgeniality​ @sunshinekims​ and @taegularities​ for being fantastic betas! your general hype, suggestions, and comments mean the world to me. taglist is under the cut and is still open! word count: 5.7k rating: m

m.list | part 1 | part 2

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“Why do I have to sit in the back?”

“We set these rules from the beginning! Whoever showed up last gets the last row.”

“But it wasn’t my fault!”

“Just hurry up and get in. We’re already behind schedule.” 

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IM WRITING RN SO AMA HALT UNTIL LATER CUZ SHE 10K TO READ BUT I'm glad you posted Maggy, good luck with school 🥺💕

Abundance (XVI)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader

— genre: fluff, angst, smut

— warnings/content: explicit sexual content! unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), breast play, fingering (vaginal + anal), knotting, threesome, swearing. PSA: This is just an announcement for all the coming smut, but I will not be tagging who tops or bottoms. The boys will for the most part be switching, so if you’re hung up on who takes it up the ass, this story ain’t for you. (If you want to skip the smut, stop reading when they go to bed)

— word count: 10k

— tag list: here (the tag list is closed/full!)

Part: I / II / III / IV / V / VI / VII / VIII / IX / X / XI / Find more chapters here!

“This is so unfair,” Taehyung whines. You nervously wring the pamphlet between your hands, the paper crinkling loudly as you force it to twist and bend. Informing the others of Jeongguk and Seokjin’s rut had more or less gone exactly how you had imagined. In other words – not very well.

“This is my fault. I should’ve noticed it sooner,” Seokjin mumbles. The hamster hybrid rubs his eyes with a tired sigh, his complexion having paled significantly since you left with Jeongguk. You gave Seokjin a few pills the moment you got home, something prescribed by the doctor that’s supposed to ease his pre-rut symptoms like the bunadrox did for Jeongguk. You can’t really tell if the medicine is helping the hamster hybrid much yet, but hopefully it won’t take too long before it kicks in.

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Yoongi scowls, his narrowed eyes glued to the bunny hybrid pressed up against Seokjin’s side.

“But hyung, didn’t you say that Jeongguk smelled weird yesterd–” Jimin’s voice tapers off into a hiss as Yoongi’s elbow connects with his side, the youngest cat hybrid clamping his mouth shut at the look the alpha gives him.

“I couldn’t know it was his pre-rut, I don’t know his scent well enough,” Yoongi huffs, giving Seokjin a pointed look as he says, ”That’s his alpha’s job.”

Seokjin meets Yoongi’s gaze, the two hybrids staring silently at each other across the room. The hamster hybrid’s normally bright eyes look muddled and hazy, like he’s struggling hard to keep his focus locked on Yoongi.

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Okay so maybe I got spoiled a bit because I saw @opaljm Naia's review accidentally but either way, THE ROMANCE IN THIS IS CHEF'S KISS

As a ZUTARA FAN, I recognized ASAP 😌

The moment I figured out it's water (I thought it was the opposite) and fire and Jungkook saying "my honour" LIKE BISH UR ZUKO. And now I'm going to pretend that this is them idc, I've been a Katara stan since I resonate with her? (mom-like of the group) and hey, waterbending's my thing :D

I think my fave part would be the analogy used (i.e the title) for her and Jungkook like 🥺 and no lie my heart stopped at the end when she thought he left her like it's sad watching them both suffer and BLESS SEOKJIN FR

ANYWAYS, i've enjoyed this and I ACTUALLY SEE MANBUN JK THE ENTIRE TIME SO YES and that damn letter like how I wish men are that romantic irl smh, romance is your specialty Rid like I am too bitter to write romantic words like this anymore 🤣

scattered stars | jjk (m)

Summary: “And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.“

It’s easy to despise Jungkook when your contradicting magic doesn’t allow you to touch each other without fatal consequences - but what if your eternal enemy turns out to be your soulmate with whom you, unfortunately, do fall in love?

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: enemies to lovers, soulmate!au, fantasy!au; fluff, a ton of angst, smut

warnings: characters fainting, near major character death, light swearing, some fighting, characters crying, explicit sexual content, oral (f. & m. receiving), bit of a handjob, fingering, temperature play, soft sex, rough sex (yes, both), unprotected sex (there’s magic, don’t do it irl, guys), breast play, marking/biting, ass grabbing, y/n and jk feel a lot of pain but choose to ignore it cuz loveee; uh i think that’s it?

word count: 17.9k (SORRY)

a/n: welcome back! this fic was created for the “spring will come again”-event hosted by @bangtanarmynet (prompts at the end of the post) and is also my submission for this month’s theme ‘bloom’ for @thebtswritersclub​! again, a big thank you to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner and to my betas @missgeniality , @venusiangguk & @voiceswithoutlips!! you made this story what it is right now! and now, enjoy!!

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

listen to: out of love (alessia cara) | in the fall (hwa sa) | talking to the moon (bruno mars) | already gone (sleeping at last)

MASTERLIST | WIPs | MOODBOARD

Your flower hadn’t bloomed yet.

Despite having turned 21 quite a while ago, the lightly faded imprint of your tattoo - or birthmark? - hadn’t moved a bit. Every once in a while you’d give it a peek, seeing that all the blossoms, leaves, and colours were still the same, and it did nothing to ease your tension.

Your mother would always complain about this as if it was your, and your fault only. Remind you on a daily basis how Eva had already found her companion, the love of her life, and settled with him, an engagement ring decorating her pretty hand.

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WELL WELL WELL VI IM INTRIGUED 👀

It’s been a while since I’ve read A/B/O fics and I’ve read a lot of them so I’m familiar with the plot and stuff but this is interesting! I’m excited!! 

TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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

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

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

@ddaechwita WELL FUCK THAT BANNER BE SEXY CHELLE 🥵

mcd*ckin | jungkook | m

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

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, pwp

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

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 10.9k

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

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

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

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

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

Work today was more hellish than normal.

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

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

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

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HANGON CUZ I DIDNT KNOW THIS EXISTED???

I just had to re-read the Beastly Gods since that fic introduced me to my newest moot Lemon and damn it do feels different re-reading it now as a writer but my feelings ARE STILL THE SAME T.T

Aside from the lore, I love the characters' dynamics the most like man I'm not supposed to like any of them RIP but here we are >.<

Beastly Gods - Namjoon’s Tale

Pairings:  Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Hybrid!Taehyung Word Count: 3.5K Rating: M Genre: Hybrid AU, Thriller, Drama Warnings: Captivity, Manipulation, Swearing, Themes of Obsession and Ownership, Suicidal Thoughts and Discussions. No healthy relationships to be found here!

Summary: Taehyung offers up information regarding you, in order to quell Namjoon’s objections with his plan. But after misreading the situation, Namjoon’s inaction has allowed you to be trapped by what you fear most… Them. 

A/N: A short companion/sequel to Beastly Gods, so PLEASE make sure you read that story first! This tale will be told from Namjoon’s point of view, presenting you with the chance to see his side of things, while also giving you a bit of a buffer from the Little Dove’s current emotional state.

…

Namjoon watches from a safe distance as you leave your home, venturing off deeper into the forest to forage for your village’s needs. His desires tell him to follow you, but that’s not why he’s here, not today at least. With the coast now clear, he can approach your cabin with caution, and wait for the trickster of a god to show himself. He’s always hated this plan of Taehyung’s, feeding you false truths to take you from this place, but that couldn’t quell his curiosity when he was told that his brother had something important to show him. 

“I didn’t think you would come.” Taehyung’s voice reaches out as the door creaks open. His head poking out to survey the surroundings.

“Neither did I, but others were adamant.” 

He steps out from the safety of the dwelling towards Namjoon’s tree. An arm tucked behind his back. “I have something to exchange…” 

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

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

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

Hiraeth (M)

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

Pairing: Model!Taehyung x Model!Reader

Word count: 5k

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

Cross-posted in my AO3.

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

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

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

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

Yes, shared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know it’s not that easy, Lena.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright!! Places everyone!!”

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

When am I ever sure of anything?

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

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

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

“Hello, Y/N.”

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

“Taehyung.”

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

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

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

“You don’t know me anymore, Tae.”

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

Flash.

“Mhmm… Are you sure about that?”

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

Flash.

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

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

Flash.

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

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

Flash.

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

Flash.

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

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

“What do you propose?”

Flash.

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

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

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

Flash.

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

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

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

Fucking great.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. I really missed you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But--”

“Are you seriously going to say more?”

“No.”

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

“‘No’ what?”

“No, sir.”

“Perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sshhhh… look at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tae… I’m…”

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

And so you did.

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

“Perfect. Always so perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But---”

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

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

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

If only these moments would last.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let go. Both of you should let go.

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

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

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

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

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

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Ana istg I read this already days after you posted, I must've been sleepy or having a headache cuz I didn't get to leave a review somehow so NOW IM READING IT AGAIN HEHE

uh lemme just say this is so romantic, reminds me how love can be precious as it really is 🥺 , like man how i would love to be proposed like this in the future. actually since according to the stars, hobi's my #1 (he really ma hubby tho, we’re that the same) so i'll just imagine this was how he proposed to me in another universe 🥰

snapshot | jhs x reader

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, smut, fluff OH MY GOD SO MUCH FLUFF y'all i apologize

word count: 4.7K

notes: this fic is a commission fic for the lovely @wwilloww as part of the @armyadvocates fundraising initiative to stop hate crimes against AAPI. miss willow asked for an old house, candles and soft smut as well as a mystery box. i did my best to deliver on all counts because willow is amazing and deserves all good things.

thanks go to @hobi-gif @ladyartemesia and @btsarmy9593 for beta reading parts of this story, thanks so much for keeping me on track ladies! a very special shoutout to @sahmfanficbts who helped me come up with a very *key* part of this plot.

warnings: no one dies? no one is in danger of dying? who am i? standard smut, unprotected sex. liberal sunscreen use. low air quality due to paint fumes and sawdust. references to yoongi, who we can assume is cranky offscreen, references to @untaemedqueen first suggestion of what was in the box.

Warm.

Hoseok is so warm right now, inside and out. He stretches his long body out on the length of his beach lounger, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on his skin. His buzz is mellow and pleasant. He lets his eyes drift shut, lulled into a lazy calm by the sounds he can hear all around him.

The steady lap of the waves against the shore. Kids laughing as they run around on the sand. Off in the distance, a bluetooth speaker thumps out a song that’s too far away for him to recognize. And after a few minutes, another sound.

Your bright laughter, carried to him on the breeze.

God, he loves that sound.

“You are such a lightweight,” you tease. Hoseok can hear the smile in your voice. “Two beers and you pass out on me.”

He cracks one eye open to find you standing beside his lounger. The early evening sunlight streams through the strands of your dark hair and warms your bronzed skin, bathing you in a kind of golden halo. He gazes up at you, languid and content.

“I’m not passed out,” he argues with a slow grin. “I’m relaxing. Come relax with me.”

Hoseok doesn’t give you a chance to accept his offer, leaning up to grab your hand and pull you down into the narrow space beside him. You laugh when he wraps his arms and legs around you like a starfish, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“I’m just enjoying the perfect day,” he murmurs, nosing at the back of your ear, “With my perfect girl.”

“Flatterer.”

Hoseok can’t see you rolling your eyes, but he knows you’re doing it anyway. Just like he can’t see the way you flush and he knows you’re doing that, too.

“We should eat,” you say after a while, shivering when he strokes the pads of his fingers up the soft skin of one bare leg. “Grab something before we have to take the bikes back.”

Hoseok hums under his breath as he slides his palm up the curve of your thigh, boldly searching for trouble under the hem of your sundress. You bat his hand away and he laughs, hugging you tighter.

“Alright,” he agrees in a whisper, ghosting his lips down the nape of your neck. You jolt in his arms when he sinks his teeth into the curve of your shoulder, nipping playfully. “Just a quick bite.”

There’s not much difference between a sundress and a négligée is there?

Certainly not from where Hoseok is sitting, anyway.

He studies you as he rides close behind, watching the way your hair whips in the breeze as you pedal. One delicate sundress strap slips down your sun-warmed shoulder, exposing just a bit more of your back. Then the wind grabs a hold of your sheer skirt, lifting it just long enough for Hoseok to get a glimpse of the pretty white panties underneath.

God, he loves those panties.

Could stare at them all day, really.

But instead he forces himself to pedal faster and take the lead, grinning when you take note of his advance and glare. It’s for the best because while you think this is just some meandering evening ride, he’s the only one who knows where you’re really headed. For the best because if he falls off his bike and breaks his face because he’s too busy staring at your ass, the entire night will be ruined before it has the chance to start.

It’s quiet on this street just a few blocks from the shore.

Dolmeori Beach is rockier, more wooded than the beaches preferred by most tourists and that’s always suited Hoseok just fine. When he was a kid, he’d steal away when the weather was warm and hop the train here from Gwangju any chance he got.

It’s always felt like his place, his personal piece of sea and sand.

Pine trees loom high over the pavement, canopies so dense they block out much of the waning sunlight streaming down from above. The shade beneath the leaves makes the heat bearable, but it also makes it hard to judge the time. Hoseok steals a quick look at his watch.

Right on schedule. He hopes Yoongi followed his instructions to the letter.

“Hurry up, slowpoke,” he teases over his shoulder, and he chuckles at the sound of frustration you make as you pedal faster to catch up. It takes a few seconds for you to coast into position at his side.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you fuss, “Wanna clue me in?”

Hoseok turns his head to smile at you, sly like a fox.

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

The realtor had said the place would need a little love.

Turns out, it needs a lot more than a little. But Hoseok was able to see right past the weathered wooden porch and salt air-worn paint right away. When he found this place online, he knew it was the one.

He slows his bike to a stop as the two of you make your approach, taking note of the warm light that glows just behind the frosted glass pane in the front door. Looks like Yoongi came through.

“What is this place?” you ask, skidding to a stop beside him. You stand over your bike on tiptoes as you survey the house, brow knit in confusion.

“It’s a surprise,” Hoseok grins, hopping off his bike. He shoves the kickstand into place and offers you his hand, which you accept with a suspicious smile. “Wanna go in?”

“Yeah sure,” you shrug. “We’ve probably already stolen these bikes. What’s a little breaking and entering on top of that?”

Hoseok laughs, leading the way to the front door.

He cringes when the porch floorboards creak loudly beneath his feet, making a mental note to put that project next on his to-do list. You stand with arms crossed, watching silently as he crouches down to lift the mat at the front door, fingers feeling beneath for the concealed key.

You stop him with fingers wrapped around his forearm when he gets to his feet.

“Wait,” you whisper frantically. “We can’t just walk into someone’s house, Hoseok.”

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss the adorable confusion right off your face. Then he slides his key into the lock and pushes the door wide open.

“Not someone’s house,” he corrects, watching you peer skeptically inside.

You step slowly through the threshold and scan the candle-lit front room before turning to him with wide eyes.

“Our house.”

“You bought a beach house.”

It’s the third time you’ve said it by now, and not once has the hushed observation been directed at Hoseok. You said it when you brushed your fingertips over the freshly-dried spackle on the living room wall, said it again as you passed your hand over the base coat of stain on the mantle over the fireplace.

You say it again as you turn to him, jaw slack with disbelief.

“You bought a beach house.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok admits sheepishly, uncertain of your reaction. He tries to see the room the way you must see it now, candles and tools scattered across the tables, floors covered in drop cloths, cans of paint and plaster stacked up in the corners.

Yoongi had done a decent job of clearing up most of the clutter before he left, but judging by the astonishment on your face, he’s probably been romanticizing the mess in here.

He’d really hoped to have a lot more done the first time he brought you here, but he’s learned the hard way that some home renovation projects don’t go as smoothly in real life as they do on YouTube. The process has been a bit of trial and error, with a lot more error than he’d originally counted on.

“I know it doesn’t look like a whole lot right now,” he says, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, “But it’s going to look great when I’m done. Yoongi helped me sand all week.”

You shake your head like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Oh my god Hoseok, no -- ” you vow with a shaky laugh, “ -- no, this is incredible. This is amazing. I’m in shock.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok grins, relief melting over him. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted -- ”

“ -- Wait,” you interrupt, one brow quirked high as you step closer. “You said… you said something important. You said this was our house.”

“Did I?”

You narrow your dark eyes at him and he chuckles uncomfortably, nerves kicking in for the first time tonight. The feeling -- and the occasion both call for more booze. Which he’s prepared for.

“Are you going to give me a tour?” you ask.

“Later,” he says. “After.”

“After what, Hoseok? You’re killing me slowly with all this suspense.”

“Hang out here for a second,” he instructs, ducking into the small kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes him no time at all to find the bottle of Moet he’s stashed in the fridge and the clean champagne flutes tucked away into the corner of his dutifully-dusted kitchen cabinet. He double-checks the contents of the box on the counter, making sure everything is in place.

Then he takes a deep breath.

Your brows lift in surprise when he walks back into the room with that box in his hands. You watch him set it down on the floor, saying nothing when he turns back to retrieve the champagne and glasses.

When he finally returns, you’re on your knees -- examining the package. Lips pursed thoughtfully as you press your fingers to the gold flecks on the fabric lid.

“Hoseok,” you whisper, flicking your gaze up to find his. “I have so many questions right now.”

You look so damned beautiful in this candlelight -- like you brought your golden glow from the beach indoors. Like you absorbed the sun’s rays and you’re emitting them now like some kind of superpower.

“Have a drink with me,” he murmurs, “And I’ll answer them.”

Something in the room shifts then; the temperature changes. The silly fun of the afternoon evaporates, leaving behind something heavy and heady. Hoseok knows you feel it too, when your half-smile slowly drops and you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Okay,” you agree softly, “Let’s have a drink.”

You watch him with those focused dark eyes as he pops the champagne. The drink bubbles over the lip of both flutes as he pours, on account of his haste and shaky hands. Then you take one of the glasses in hand and offer him the other, which he quickly accepts.

“To this surprise housewarming,” you declare, raising your flute for a toast.

Hoseok clinks his glass against yours, taking note of the way you watch him carefully over the lip of your glass as you’re tilting back the flute to take a sip. He decides he can’t keep you -- or himself -- in suspense any longer.

“You know how special you are to me, right?”

You make a face.

“Did you bring me to your new house to break up with me?”

Hoseok’s startled laugh turns into a cough and tears prick his eyes as champagne bubbles blaze a path up his sinuses.

“Yes,” he says dryly, once he’s managed to collect himself. “I figured dumping you by candlelight sounded like the most romantic option.”

You tip your head back when you laugh, light playing off the curve of your neck, your collarbones, the tiny gold pendant that sits in the pretty dip at the base of your throat.

God, he loves your skin.

Hoseok looks at you long and hard before lifting his flute to take a long drink.

“This is for you,” he says quietly, acknowledging the box out loud for the first time.

“What’s in it?”

“A human head,” Hoseok snorts, flinching when you reach over to pinch his leg. “Don’t be a pain. Just open it.”

Your eyes light with excitement as you smooth your hands over the lid and Hoseok can’t help but smile. But your excitement turns into confusion the moment you open the box and find the neat row of plain white envelopes inside.

“What is this?”

“Quit asking me questions,” Hoseok deadpans, pouring himself another drink. He tops off your glass, too. “And start at the front.”

You shake your head with a wry smile as you work the first envelope open, slipping your fingers in between the paper folds to fish out the contents inside. Hoseok sips his champagne as you produce the polaroid photo, head cocked to the side as you study it.

It was cold that day, he remembers that. You’d been bundled up in a pretty scarf and matching belted coat. In the photo, the mid-morning sun flares behind you, illuminating your profile as you squint up at a display of laminated menus.

“This is me,” you murmur, mouth quirking into a disbelieving smile, “At the coffee truck outside of work.”

“Yup.”

“We’d just started dating.”

“Yup.”

“How did you take this without me noticing?”

“Easy,” Hoseok laughs. “You stared at that menu for five minutes straight. I’ve never seen someone take coffee selection so seriously. Thought you were gonna order the most complicated drink in history.”

You roll your eyes but you laugh. So does he.

“Turn it over.”

You flip the polaroid over in your hands, eyes moving over the neat block handwriting on the back.

coolest girl i ever met

“This is the day I knew I liked you,” Hoseok murmurs, “Like, really liked you.”

Your eyes are a bit glassy when you look up at him now, the corner of your mouth tugging into a soft smile.

“You were that sure that fast, huh?” “Yeah,” he admits, scratching self-consciously at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was.”

You move onto the next envelope, this time prepared when you pull out yet another polaroid picture. This one is harder to place, taken in the dark, mostly black but for a few splashes of vivid light.

“I don’t know this one,” you frown, ghosting your finger across one particularly colorful blur of red and gold. “I can’t make it out.”

You turn the polaroid over, looking once again for Hoseok’s neat block letters.

she’s into me

You laugh out loud.

“That was the lantern festival in Cheonggyecheon,” Hoseok explains. “I’d invited you, but you’d had plans, remember? And I was just going to get Yoongi to go with me but you called me last minute to say you’d decided to come.”

“I remember,” you say with a smile. “Yeri invited me to a movie, but I cancelled on her. I wanted to hang out with you instead.”

“Yeah, well that’s the night I knew you really liked me.”

“Cocky,” you smirk, reaching for another envelope. “But warranted.”

Your eyes light with recognition the moment you pull the next picture out. You’re crouched down at the edge of his mother’s koi pond, one finger making ripples on the surface of the water.

“First time we ever went to Gwangju together,” you muse quietly. “First time I met your parents.”

You flip the polaroid over.

pretty sure my mom loves her more than she loves me

“Okay, this might actually be true,” you tease, taking a sip of your champagne. “Your mom and dad love me.”

“Yeah, well that was the day I decided I loved you, too,” Hoseok chuckles. “The point where I kind of knew there was no turning back.”

You look up from the photograph then, eyes glassy with emotion when they find his. Candlelight flickering across your face as you look at him fondly.

“You still feel that way?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he laughs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Keep going.”

The next polaroid is a selfie of Hoseok in bed but it’s by no means sexual. There are dark circles under his eyes and his skin has a sallow tint. Next to his pillow, the bedside table is littered with cold medicine and empty cups.

“Is this when you had the flu?” you ask, flipping the polaroid over. The neat block lettering on the back confirms your theory.

she took care of me

“You were so pitiful,” you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. “Wrapped up in your blankets like a burrito. I swear, men have zero tolerance for discomfort.”

“I nearly died,” Hoseok protests dramatically. “But you dropped everything to come take care of me. That’s the day I knew you loved me, too.”

Your smile is brilliant now, open and sweet as you reach for the last remaining envelope. Hoseok takes another swig of champagne, slugging it down as you pull out the polaroid and study the image.

You are wearing your delicate sundress, leaned up against the wooden railing that separates the sand and rocks. Standing just next to your bike, nose in the air as you breathe in the salt carried on the wind.

“This is today,” you murmur, brows knitting together when you flip the picture over and find the back side blank. “And you haven’t written anything here.”

“Yeah, well,” Hoseok starts and stops, clearing his throat. “I haven’t had a chance to write it in yet.”

“Oh.”

“That’s the day I asked you to marry me.”

“Oh.”

You blink. Once, then again. Hoseok can hear the shaky breath you take in when your mouth parts in surprise. He sets his champagne flute down, sufficiently bolstered by the booze.

“So that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m asking you to marry me.”

You’re still mute with shock, eyes wide as they go from Hoseok to the picture and back to Hoseok again.

“But uh, the longer you don’t say anything, the less confident I feel about this entire plan,” he chuckles awkwardly.

You take him off balance when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your thighs around his waist. He keeps you both from toppling over with a palm flat to the floor, laughing as you pepper his face with kisses.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pressing your lips to his temple, his neck, his jaw. “Yes. To you and to these amazing pictures and to this beach house. Yes to all of it.”

You pull away from him to grab the champagne, eyes flashing mischievously as you take a drink straight from the bottle. “Yes to champagne, too.”

Hoseok feigns shock. “Naughty.”

You kiss him deeply then, thoroughly, enough for him to feel the remnants of the carbonation on your tongue. You tease him with a barely there roll of your hips and his cock responds instantaneously, at the mercy of the warm friction he can feel straight through the thin material of his board shorts.

“You know what I’m thinking?” you murmur against his mouth.

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, yeah,” Hoseok chuckles, sucking a breath between his teeth when you bite the skin just below his ear.

“We have a lot to celebrate, right?” you reason, tone light. “But we came here for a housewarming.”

You lean back just far enough to pull your sundress over your head, tossing it carelessly aside, leaving you in nothing but those pretty white panties he loves so much.

“So we should warm it.”

Hoseok grins, pulling the champagne bottle out of your grip. He turns it up just like you did, finishing what’s left before setting it back down.

“I like the way you think.”

The only bedroom in this house is buried beneath a two-inch thick layer of sawdust right now.

Not that making it to a bedroom seems high on your list of priorities.

The fact that you’re both sitting on top of a drop cloth on Hoseok’s living room floor isn’t stopping you from threading your fingers into his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth, grinding against his lap.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you laugh, pressing your bare breasts to his chest once he’s managed to untangle himself from your limbs long enough to shrug out of his shirt. Your pebbled nipples drag across the lithe planes of his chest and his cock jumps in his shorts.

“Clever.”

“That’s me,” Hoseok murmurs against your lips, deft fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton between your thighs. He slides the pad of one long finger across your wet slit and you gasp, rocking against it.

“Gotta get you out of these panties,” he laments, pulling one nipple into his mouth and working it with his teeth. You shudder in his hold. “Quick.”

“What are you in such a hurry for?” you tease, circling your hips to chase the perfect pressure of his fingertips. “We have all night.”

“We have about three more minutes if you keep grinding on me like this,” Hoseok laughs, shifting your bodies to lean you back onto the floor. “So give me a break because I want to enjoy this.”

You lie back for him dutifully, dark hair spilling onto the drop cloth around you, skin gleaming in the candlelight. Your gold pendant twinkles at the base of your neck.

God, he loves the way you look like this.

Flushed with excitement and anticipation. Like a feast laid out just for him. He rids himself of those pesky board shorts as fast as he can, leaning over you on hands and knees.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he muses, burying his face into the soft skin under your jaw. “You already said yes, can’t take it back now.”

Your laughter is echoing in his ears as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, across the bronzed planes of your shoulder. He can taste the day on your skin; the ocean salt and sunscreen mixed with that flavor that’s so uniquely you.

“I don’t want to take it back,” you sigh, whimpering when Hoseok kisses a path down the velvety skin between your breasts. He travels lower, kissing just below your bellybutton as he starts working your panties off with one hand. “I’m gonna keep you.”

Hoseok chuckles as he tosses your panties away, off to somewhere unimportant. What’s important is the way you take a deep breath and hold it when his mouth hovers coyly over your cunt.

“Look at me,” he directs, peering up at you from beneath heavy eyelids. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, candlelight dancing over your pretty face.

“I love you,” he breathes, lowering his mouth to make contact with your clit. The air leaves your lungs in that moment, a soft exhalation of air that makes the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.

“I love you too,” you sigh, hips jerking at the contact, fingers digging hard into his hair. “So much.”

He knows you by now, knows how you like to be touched. Your rhythmic panting goes a bit ragged, when he slides two fingers into your cunt, crooking up to stroke you the way you like while his mouth works your clit.

God, he loves this part.

The part where you lose any semblance of control. The desperate sounds you make when you start to come apart beneath his mouth and hands.

“Hoseok -- “ your voice is strangled when you call out, “ -- Hobi, I’m gonna come.”

Something about the way you say his name goes straight to his dick. He grits his teeth when your nails dig almost painfully into his scalp as you start to tremble, shuddering against his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, pinning your hips down with his strong hands, keeping you from pulling away from the pleasure that borders on pain. “That’s it. Sound so good when you come for me.”

Hoseok stays face first in your cunt, nose and tongue pressed against you, until he’s certain the last wave has come and gone. Between his own legs, his cock pulses painfully, leaking pre-come at the thought of finally being inside of you.

Your body twitches with the aftershocks of your release as he slowly kisses his way up your thighs, your mound, your stomach.

“How was that?” he asks with a teasing tilt to his mouth, stealing your ability to answer when he kisses you deeply, fitting his slim hips between your legs. He reaches down to grab his stiff cock, sliding it across your slick entrance. You clamp your thighs together to tighten the drag and he groans at the friction.

“Amazing,” you sigh, dragging your nails over his ass, up the lean muscles of his back. “Perfect. You should let me return the favor.”

His dick practically jumps at the suggestion, stomach contracting hard at the prospect of feeling your pretty mouth wrapped around it. But Hoseok is too worked up, too riled up by the alcohol and the excitement.

“Can’t tonight,” he pants, arousal shooting up his spine when you wrap one hand around his now-wet cock. You pump him lazily, trailing soft bites from his jaw to his shoulder. “Need to be inside of you.”

“Yeah, I’m ready for that too,” you admit, guiding the blunt head of his cock to your entrance.

He surges forward then, pushing past the tight grip of your fingers, groaning as he’s enveloped completely by your warm cunt. You whimper at the stretch, locking your legs around him, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pulls back to the tip only to drive in again, earning another strangled moan. You’re squirming beneath him, breathless and dewy, looking like some kind of wet dream.

“I’ll never get over how good it feels to be inside of you,” Hoseok admits, burying himself as deep as he humanly can into you.

You’re so wet he can feel you spilling out onto the base of his dick and for one fleeting moment he wishes you knew how good this feels for him. How wet and hot and tight you feel around him. How being inside of you like this makes his brain go haywire, reduces him to only instinct and need.

You lift your hips to meet each snap of his, the wet sound of your joining echoing off the walls in this mostly empty house.

He hears you moaning his name in between the other sounds you make, in between the panting and mewling that makes his balls tighten. You grip his forearms as he grinds against you, kissing you in between desperate breaths.

“I think I’m gonna come again,” you gasp against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok groans, pulling back to get to his knees. He hooks one of your legs over the crook of one strong forearm, using his one free hand to press a thumb to your clit. His rhythm falters as he watches himself slide in and out of you, hypnotized by the sight of his body joined to yours.

You lift your ass off the floor, back arching as you chase the pressure of his fingers. Hoseok strokes you desperately, feeling his orgasm looming menacingly at the base of his cock. It takes just a few more strained pumps of his hips to set you off.

The second he feels you clamp down around him, Hoseok folds back over you, arms braced on either side of you as he thrusts through his own orgasm. He shuts his eyes and groans as he empties his cock inside of you, thrusting until he can’t anymore.

He collapses onto you, heart racing as he tries to catch his breath.

“Don’t leave me,” you groan when Hoseok peels his damp skin away from yours to get to his feet.

He strides across the room, completely nude, grinning when you turn onto your side and go up on one elbow to ogle him.

“Just for a second,” he calls out, pulling out every unorganized drawer in the kitchen until he finally comes across a pen. “Gotta finish something.”

He makes a show of holding it in the air as he walks back into the living room, opening the gold-flecked box, and pulling out the last unmarked polaroid photo.

You’re smiling the entire time you watch him pen the last caption on the last photograph.

she said yes

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MOON MOON MOON

my domme side is grinning rn, though its short, it's enough to show the softer side of us and we all know Jimin's perfect for this 👏

i be brutal on him in mine and i can't wait for the rest of the members ♡

thinly veiled desires: whipped | pjm

gif header by the lovely sugajimin and this gifset! thanks for letting me use it!

pairing: sub!park jimin x gnc, soft dom!reader

word count: 782

rating: 18+ with themes of bdsm and dom/sub relationship. please don't read if you're uncomfortable.

genre/au: non-idol, bdsm au

warnings: blindfolded • whipped • handjob • spitting • aftercare

author's note: okay this one is just soft. i wanted to take a break from the harder bdsm themes and focus more on some gentle kisses and our comfort fairy be treated WELL because he deserves everything. enjoy the first iteration of our drabble series: thinly veiled desires! more members coming soon. oh and feel free to let me know your thoughts about this fic or the series as a whole.

series m.list | general m.list | ao3

immediate smut after the read more!

A grunt pushes past his pillowy lips as his hips buck forward, trying to escape the pain of leather swatting his bare back, yet he knows his place, returning to the position he's held onto for the past half hour.

Unseeing eyes strain against the dark fabric, trying to see past the darkness to get a foothold on reality. There's a quiet chuckle from behind him and Jimin holds the rope binding his hands together to the bed tighter, steeling his body to prepare for another onslaught, a howl tearing through his chest when the whip connects his back, red lines interlacing one another on his alabaster skin.

"How many?" A voice prompts behind him and Jimin turns to the direction of your voice to flash a small weak smile.

"Fifteen," he gasps, bringing his head back down and shifting on his knees to get into a more comfortable position. Jimin's knees are sore from the strain of holding himself up, but the bed does help in keeping chafing at bay.

He hears the quiet padding of feet on the floor and the smell of your perfume penetrates his nose, mind instantly filling with a haze of need, craving your body to envelope his. In an instant, the ropes binding his wrists loosen and Jimin crashes forward, body sprawled on the sheets, heaving at the sensation of the mattress on his chest. There's exhaustion that turns his limbs to jelly because trying to sit up only leaves him to crash back down. He claws at the blindfold, whining at the lack of sight, but you don't take it off and, instead, padding away momentarily to grab some cream to soothe the angry marks you've inflicted upon him.

"You're doing a good job, Jimin," you whisper as your hands work magic into his smarting back. Jimin warms at the compliment, the praise filling his chest with pride. All he wants to do is be good for you, always letting you push him to the brink of insanity just to hear a few words of approval. He presses his face onto the sheets and breathes in deeply, imprinting your scent into his memory.

"Do you want to cum? You've earned it."

Jimin's all too eager to nod, righting himself back up into a kneeling position, though his thighs scream in pain. He hears you chuckle and a wide grin forms on his lips at the sound.

"I'm going to take the blindfold off, okay?" you warn as your deft fingers undo the knot behind his head. The fabric falls on his lap and he winces slightly at the warm lights flooding his vision.

"Come here," you whisper, patting the space on the bed between your legs. Jimin scrambles to place his back against your chest, sighing contently as he nuzzles his nose on your neck, smiling at the chuckles that erupt from your chest. Your cool hands trail lower across the expanse of his chest and abdomen before tugging experimentally on his hardened length. Jimin grunts, bucking his hips at your touch, his cock already red and close to bursting after the a long night.

"Spit," you command, bringing your hand in front of his face.

Jimin drops a few globs of drool on your waiting palm, cheeks splotching red as he watches your hand return to its former place, fist curling around his cock. The pace you set brings slow licks of pleasure pooling in his stomach, but it only lasts for a fraction as you pick up the pace, determined to help him reach his end. Gasps of your name mixed with whimpers fall freely from his pillowy lips.

"Wanna kiss," he gasps, fists clenched around the sheets. There's an electrical spark shooting down his spine when you meet his eyes, a knowing smile on your features as you dip your face, slotting your lips in his.

Shivers wrack his body as Jimin moans wantonly, the pull of pleasure too strong to fight and after a few more thrusts and your teeth dragging against his bottom lip, Jimin cums with a pitiful whine, spurts of orgasm staining your fingers and the sheets below.

You hum your satisfaction, helping him through his orgasm with a few shallow thrusts as you pepper kisses on his forehead, whispering praises that warm his chest. As his breath evens out, Jimin tries to convey his adoration in his eyes, sitting up slightly to capture your lips once more.

"More. Please?" he begs when your lips part, causing you to laugh. And it's like him to ask for more even though he's spent and exhausted to the core.

And it's just like you to obey his every whim.

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i don’t think i’ve read a fic that tackles about both parties not wanting to have a kid, ones that i’ve read are usually either one of the characters don’t want to or aren’t ready so thank you for talking about this Catie! Reasons from the both of them makes sense during this time and I really feel bad for women back then. OC’s struggle about societal pressure is clearly laid out and i love the communication part of her and Jungkook which is very essential in marriage 💕

open invitation | jjk

⏤ pairing: duke!jungkook x duchess!reader

⏤ genre: nobility au, historical au, married au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: M

⏤ warnings: dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, some swearing, traumatic childhood memories, mention of death, gender inequalities, oral sex (f&m receiving), hickeys, body praising, a small spank, office sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, and breeding

⏤ words: 7,439

⏤ summary: jungkook never wanted to be a father for reasons that you ignore but after a year of marriage, you’re more than determined to become a mother.          

⏤ author’s note: wow this is finally out! i’ve been working all weekend to make this good and i really hope you’re going to enjoy this! this is my first ever historical fic, i’ve loved history for a long time and mixing two passions of mine together is something pretty exciting! i want to personally thank @hantaev​​ for reading a big part of this and giving me her honest feedback 💜 i hope you enjoy this fic 💜 don’t hesitate to give me your feedback, love you 💜

⟶ 14. “you really wanna have sex here?” from this prompt list

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did i cry cuz i wasn't informed with this BUTTPLUGGED Taehyung?

YES

this be damn HOT (that damn tit slaps makes me just wanna–) and i know Rid's beyond happy with this.

MARS U REALLY TORTURED ME WITH MIRROR SEX PLUS THE TIT SLAPPING AND BUTTPLUG LIKE THIS IS UNCALLED FOR

fire (kth)

Part of my I Got You drabble series

word count- 935

pairing- taehyung x reader

rating- R

genre- smut, fluff

warnings-  switch!taehyung (a bit), dom!tae, mirror sex, choking, titty slapping, tae wears an emerald green buttplug, unprotected sex, snowballing (lol)

a.n- maybe you shouldn’t have teased tae for this long. hello from hell, sorry this is late, the devil has been keeping me busy. jimins gonna come tomorrow cause i’m dying.

dedicated to @taegularities​ 

thank you @erotikkook​​​ for beta reading 💕

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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

believe it | teaser

(actual banner coming soon)

posting date: tbd early july

pairing ↠ mechanic!jimin x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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WHY TF DID I READ THIS AT 2AM???

HOW TF AM I GONNA SLEEP NOW, IVE BEEN HEARING TAEHYUNG'S VOICE FOR DAYS AND NOW THIS.

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT BRUH THIS BE DAMN HOT AND CUTE AT THE SAME TIME LIKE 🥵

PLUS EXHIBITIONISM?? R U TRYING TO K WORD ME? AHSHWUWBHWWH

And wdym Jimin on Halloween night Rid @taegularities ? 😃

hot boy summer | kth (m)

Summary: Hot boy summer has arrived and Taehyung is taking this term way too seriously.

pairing: fuckboy!Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, f2l (?), pwp; smut

warnings: banter; explicit sexual content: dom!tae lol surprise, big dick!tae, kissing, oral (f. & m. receiving), some kinda manhandling, riding, sex in the car, unprotected sex, marking, biting, praising, tummy cos maggie loves tummy so much smh, initial teasing, YEEE

word count: 2.6k

a/n: HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW LMAOOOO this was …. something…. but okay, honestly, this was so much fun to write, even if i was drowsy later, so thank you for requesting that ily <3

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BRO WHY TF DID I READ THIS AFTER WAKING UP LIKE IT BE TOO MUCH 🥵🤚. i've always had a thing for banters and i really like this, kinda want to see more of them (i think its my first time reading a Hobi pwp?)

All the things I hate about you

↠ PAIRING: JHS x reader (f)

↠ WORDS: 1.6K

↠ GENRE: smut, office AU, E2L

↠ RATING: explicit (18+)

↠ SYNOPSIS: There are a lot of things you hate about Hoseok, but he’s determined to change that.

↠ WARNINGS: pwp, sex in a public work bathroom, Hoseok has platinum hair (yes that should come with a warning), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, snarky banter during sex, they’re bad at feelings

↠ A/N: This is a drabble for the BTS Summer Bingo Event @bangtanwritingbingo with the prompt ‘Jung Hoseok’. A big shoutout to my fellow Hobi’s Hoes: the lovely Hope @hobi-gif for challenging me and beta reading this piece, and Ana @xjoonchildx for always being such a wonderful supporter. Love you ladies, this one’s for you!

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It’s there, somewhere at the back of your mind—fuzzy, out-of-focus, the letters bleeding out like ink on paper: a list of all the things you hate about Jung Hoseok.

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okay Dee Dee why u gotta hurt me like this

U G H

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

Damage: The End || KSJ

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

◈ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

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

◈ Rating: R

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

◈ Word Count: 0.7k

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

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

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

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

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

“All night you could be….”

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

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

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NOW WATCH ME CRY

WATCH ME NAE NAE

CRY, CRY, WATCH ME NAE NAE

Damage: The Middle|| KSJ

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

◈ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

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

◈ Rating: R

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

◈ Word Count: 4K

◈ Warnings: swearing, implied smut, mentions guns, someone gets shot, mentions blood and violence, there’s a fight, mentions wounds and bullets, mentions birth control,

◈ A/N: Part two is finally here. It’s longer than I expected, but I think it’s worth it.  Once again, this story was inspired by the song Damage by H.E.R. I recommend giving it a listen before or while you read; it’s one of my favorite songs and artists. You’ll also get OC’s pov towards the end, and let’s just say I cried. Big shoutout to Cam @sunshinejunghoseokie​ for helping me with this and for beta reading it. Hope you all enjoy.

Part I

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