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Philosophy of Love

Pair: Namjoon x F Reader

Summary: You find a profound connection in the presence of Kim Namjoon. Through shared moments of intellectual curiosity and mutual appreciation for the power of words, you embark on a journey of exploration and self-discovery, united together by the wanderlust of the minds. 

Genre: Fluff, Namjoon bookstore ownerxreader, a bit of suggestive theme but nothing like the devil’s tango😇

Chapter Warnings: None

WC: 1043

It was a normal rainy afternoon, everybody on the streets finding solace in the sheltered stores. The rain pounded heavily against the shop roof, signages swinging dangerously in the wind. You kept your umbrella and walked into the store. Wood, scented candles, and dim lighting gave off a homey yet exciting feel. You looked out the window, knowing that the rain won’t be stopping anytime soon. 

As you walked deeper into the bookstore, you observe the many books lined up on the shelves, each one of them whispering stories and knowledge waiting to be discovered. The store was so full that there were books piled up on the floor. Normally, you would be ticked off by having such valuable items being so casually strewn. But surprisingly this time, you weren’t. 

The books were placed in an organized and artistic manner that you didn’t mind. They were in some cases, ensuring that nobody would kick them down. Couches with fluffy pillows and coffee tables with more books caught your attention. 

Is this a library? Didn’t seem like it. Perhaps it was a library-bookstore. The thought itself was quite laughable. 

Your fingers skimmed the spine of the books on the shelves, letting them guide you through. Lost in the world of literary treasures, you found yourself drawn to the philosophy section. As you pursued one of the titles, a voice, rich with warmth and intellect, reached your ears. 

“You have good taste in books.” The voice said. 

You turned around to see a tall man, adorning a pair of spectacles. 

“Hello,” The man stuck out his hand. “I’m Namjoon. Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

You took his hand in yours and shook it. The size difference was hilarious. The entire of his hand engulfed yours, leaving nearly none of yours in sight. You knew if he wanted to, he could crush you in a minute. 

A blush crept up your cheeks as you replied, “Ah, I’m Y/N. I’ve never come in here before. Just avoiding the storm today. I usually buy coffee from the opposite but you guys are not open then.”

Namjoon pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. “Oh, then you must be the pretty lady Mikaela keeps talking about. She won’t keep it down every time.” He laughed, sounding so baritone and soothing. “How’d you know this is my shop?”

Oh, you hadn’t. 

“Well, you just confirmed my suspicions, no?” You replied to him with a smirk, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Namjoon bellowed out. “Well, yeah.” He turned to the book you picked out. “Like philosophy?”

“I’ve always been fascinated by the power of words and the wisdom they hold.”

Namjoon’s eyes sparkled with understanding. “I feel the same way. Words have the ability to shape our thoughts and emotions, going beyond time and space. It is like a never-ending journey.”

At that moment, you knew you found a new friend. The connection between the both of you was built by the shared appreciation for the beauty and depth of language. A bond that went beyond mere attraction, rooted in the desire to understand and be understood. 

As days turned to weeks, you found yourself going over every few days, engrossed in conversations with Namjoon that spanned various topics. From philosophy, arts, and science to engineering and business, to everything and anything. Each discussion felt like you had plummeted into a whole new world, wandering through the vast landscapes of knowledge and imagination. 

When Namjoon talks, you listen, absorbing all the information he provides you with. And when you talk, Namjoon listens, eyes shining with curiosity and intellect. He encouraged your thoughts, offering insights that expanded your understanding. In his presence, you feel a sense of intellectual stimulation and a deeper desire to delve deeper into the mysteries of the world. 

Soon, the both of you started spending late nights under the glow of the moonlight, books safely tucked away. Lost to conversations that danced between the tangible and abstract, the boundaries of time seemed to blur as the both of you explored the realms of existence - pondering on the complexities of life and the universe. 

It was in these little moments that you discovered a profound connection - missing puzzle pieces finally coming together. It was a journey of self-discovery guided by Namjoon’s wisdom and introspection. 

One evening, as the both of you sat under the stars that painted the night sky, Namjoon turned to you, voice filled with sincerity. “Your thirst for knowledge and understanding inspires me to always be the best version of myself. You never fail to amaze and you have never given up even when times got tough.”

You blushed as your heart filled with affection as you replied, “And you, Namjoon, have a way to light up even in the darkest times. Your wisdom has opened my eyes to so many new perspectives and allowed me to be more like myself.”

Namjoon’s hand reached out, shakily cupping your cheek. “Wandering the word and seeking knowledge and truth would mean nothing without you. If you would let me, let’s find solace and inspiration in each other.”

With a light smile on your face, you leaned into his touch, feeling a profound sense of belonging. In Namjoon’s embrace, you discover a love that fits right into the puzzles of you and him. It was more than conventional romance - it was a piece that sparks intellectual growth and mutual respect. 

As the night deepened, you found yourself entwined in each other’s arms, the world around faded into insignificance. In the quiet embrace, you felt a unity of minds and souls - the pens of thoughts and emotions finally writing down the story of a lifetime. 

With every beat of your heart, you know that your connection with Namjoon will be a never-ending exploration - a journey of shared wisdom, endless conversations, and the unwavering pursuit of knowledge. 

In his presence, you have finally found a partner who understood the wanderlust of your mind - a companion who embraced the beauty of words and their profound meanings. 

As you lay intertwined with Namjoon, you revelled in the joy of finding a love that spreads beyond the boundaries of time and space - a love that would forever wander the realms of intellectual curiosity and heartfelt understanding.         

Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7

Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader 

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader

Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse

You aren’t alone. If you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there. If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Borahae💜 

WC: 2297

The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home. 

You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run. 

Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again. 

The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up. 

The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here. 

“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”

You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing. 

“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”

The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty,  but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer. 

You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm. 

Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you. 

Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation. 

Werewolves. 

Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace. 

You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs. 

“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing. 

You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”

The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother. 

You curled deeper into yourself. 

Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”

“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to. 

“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life. 

“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”

Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly. 

“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.

“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”

“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said. 

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack. 

“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you. 

But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist. 

Keyword: trying. 

You were just too short for him. 

The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up. 

“I -”

He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Stay? Please?”

He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”

The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected. 

“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along. 

“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”

The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back. 

The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear. 

They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected. 

“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought. 

“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started. 

“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.

“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”

 You nodded. 

“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”

“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”

“You can call me Hobi!” 

Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see. 

“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”

You nodded. 

“Would you like to ask us anything?”

You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”

Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere. 

“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration. 

In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long. 

As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself. 

Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack. 

Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.

Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s. 

Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment. 

Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth. 

TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere. 

Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers. 

But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand. 

With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation. 

As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance. 

As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family. 

; sangria | m.

— a/n: this is the first fic i released on this website. so like spare me.

— pairing: min yoongi x reader

— genre: smut, pwp, jealous!yoongi

— word count: 3k+

— warnings: dirty talk, creampie, exhibitionism (basically fucking on a beach), pet names, unprotected sex 

— summary: a day at the beach has yoongi hornier than he’d like to admit.

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lovers’ fuck rule (m.)

pairing jungkook/reader/hoseok

warnings language | alcohol use | consensual objectification kink | blowjobs | mild voyeurism | oral sex with some assplay | sloppy seconds | indirect threesome | cum use | probably not for everyone

summary jungkook is still new to your established relationship with hoseok, which means he needs a little help feeling competent sometimes. especially when it comes to sex. alternatively, the span of a poly relationship over inaccurate amounts of fucking.

word count 13k

author’s note this is painfully indulgent, and I have no other excuse. I know some of you wanted to see my rendition of an objectification fetish, so I tried my best. please note that everything in this is absolutely consensual, and is specified as such within the plot as well. enjoy!

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party (m)

➾rapline x reader 

➾ impregnation kink, cumplay, sloppy seconds, foursome (duh), infidelity (???) idek anymore

➾ 2.4k

➾ basically the rap line take turns breeding you, inspired by an ask i got this afternoon :”) this is literally the most filthy thing i’ve written to date, children PLEASE GO AWAY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

ps this is not THE yoongi impreg fic ;-)

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taekook + double blow job (m)

Jungkook rests a gentle hand on top of your head, spit and pre-cum dribbling down your neck as he and Taehyung continue to thrust lazily on each side of your mouth. With a raw throat and chaffed knees, you blink rapidly to clear the tears that pool heavily at your eyelashes, your favorite mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Look at her,” Taehyung comments like it’s the weather, one hand leaving his hipbone to tap derisively at your cheek. You hold back your growing need to roll your eyes back, ignoring his cocky attitude in favor of fondling his balls. “Taking cock like a––fuck, like a pro.”

“Will you,” Jungkook whines as you suck at their cocks particularly hard, his fingers pulling at your tresses in a silence warning. “Will you shut up and let me enjoy this, for once?”

You pat Jungkook’s thigh in a small thank you for voicing what you were unable to at the moment, tongue caressing the underside of his cocks just as one of Taehyung’s sharp thrusts manages to hit the back of your throat, a choked noise making both boys moan in unison.

“Fuck, babe,” Taehyung continues to deep throat you without a care in the world, mascara smudged tears staining white shirt as his balls hit your chin with every thrust. Jungkook was going to throw a fit over another ruined shirt, and you’d have to hear for the nth time how this one was definitely his favorite; no, not the other a hundred and one that looked just the same. “I’m so, so close!”

Your hands find his thigh in an useless effort to hold him back, a quick sense of relief and disappointment washing over you as Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth, cock lathered and dripping with spit and rock hard against his bare stomach as he decides to jerk himself off instead. The older boy always had a knack for selfishness out of the two, anyway.

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to grasp your ponytail, the moans muffled by his hand making your pussy throb with need. You’re about to pull back to let him cum on your tits, like he promised, when you feel the disgusting flavor of semen flood your taste buds. Your fingernails carve half-moons on his honey skin as he jumps back with a yelp.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“That’s my line,” you let whatever you didn’t swallow drip down your tongue to pool at your knees. “What the fuck? You said tits, not tongue, you asshole!”

Jungkook is torn between a moan and a giggle as he continues his lousy handjob, and you don’t waste a second to call him over with a finger, hell-bent on making him feel good at least once tonight; you even consider letting him fuck you in the ass, for your joy and Taehyung’s future dissatisfaction at lack of participation.

“I’m sorry, I just felt so––!”

“I don’t care how you felt,” you deadpan, sucking at the tip of Jungkook’s cock as you keep your eyes fixed on Taehyung’s naked figure, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently at the hardwood floor. He was such a brat. “No sex for a week, and Jungkook gets lucky tonight.”

You hear the younger boy cheer quietly and you let your eyes drink up the sight of him, thighs quivering and eyes swimming with desperation to cum. You deep-throat him to completion.  

After he cums on your tits, like the good boy he is (contrary to someone else), you turn your head to see Taehyung sprawled on the couch, butt-naked and sulking as he pretends to be distracted by music shows. You hide a giggle behind your hands before you’re nudging his thigh with your feet.

“Oh, and Tae?” He looks at you sideways and you smirk, “Your cum tastes like stale soda.”

A flying pillow is the last thing you see before the three of you dissolve in tired, after glow laughter.

birthday cake | M

Baking a cake for your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn.

pairing: jimin x reader warning: PWP, a birthday blowjob, a little bit of foodplay and cumplay. word count: 943 words notes: i’m so sorry for this filth, but food and cumplay talks with @chinnychimchim​ resulted in this mess! lol

“Is that frosting?”

Your fingers stop halfway to your mouth, the white frost decorating your skin contrasting heavily with the pink tint of your lipstick, eyes wide as you turn your head slowly to the source of noise in your otherwise peaceful kitchen.

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miss communication (m)

➾ 6.3k

➾ warnings: poly relationship, pregnancy mention, pregnancy sex, name calling, lactation, creampies, cum eating, cumplay, sex toys, overstimulation, forced orgasms, daddy kink (whew)

➾ anon request a long time ago for namkook cuckholding, but i modified it slightly!! a huge huge huge thank you to @94hixtape for helping me make it as nasty as it is now 🤧

➾ summary: poly relationships can be complicated. especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. in a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace, and something else that isn’t quite what you expected. 

tldr: oc is namkook’s cum conveyor belt

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planning ahead (m)

➾ taehyung x reader

➾ 2.7k

➾ request from anon, part of breeding series 

➾ warnings: unprotected sex (pls be safe and use condoms!!!!!!!) also dub con. please do not read if this offends you!!

➾ summary: technology has reached its peak when taehyung gets notified of your ovulation dates through his phone. baby making sex is so much easier when all he has to do is convince you to let him put in just the tip, and rely on your hormones to do the rest. you call him a sly fox. taehyung thinks it’s just planning ahead. 

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songbird (m)

➾ vocal line x reader, based off this request

➾ 6.8k 

➾ warnings: name calling/ slight degradation, impregnation, unprotected sex, creampies, sloppy seconds, cum eating, double blowjob, triple penetration, anal, inhumane amounts of cum and also maybe a teeny bit of mxm if u squint hard

children, go away. just scram. 

happy good friday!! be sure to go to church this easter sunday :”) 

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magnolia (m)

➾ jeongguk x reader

➾ 3k (this was supposed to be a short drabble!!!!!)

➾ warnings: pregnancy sex, lactation, tit fucking, noona/ babyboy kink, handholding kink (lmao the last one is completely made up)

➾ after so many requests i decided to try my hand at this kink!! it turned out a lot more fluffy than i was expecting, but i hope you guys like it!!!! pls prepare ur bibles for a mass prayer session

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Personal Preference

Note:  Another reupload with a lot of edits and more content added.  I did a kink meme game back on my old blog, and the prompt was “Cock Worship + Taehyung” so as you can tell this is just smut.  Crude phallic references abound.  Also I’ve tried to make this as gender neutral as possible!!  As always: proceed with caution babes.  (ty @daegukkie and @cnbangtan for giving feedback on the first draft)

Summary:  Cock Worship + Taehyung

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When Taehyung finds out that you have a thing for sucking him off, he makes sure to take advantage of it as often as he can.  (And you’re pretty sure it’s not a normal inclination for making a partner feel satisfied because it consumes your thoughts on a day-to-day basis.)  You use your mouth on him nearly every night, and in less than a month, you pretty much have a doctorate in Taehyung’s Penis.  

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None Of Him No More

Word Count: 4.7k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary: When Namjoon stands you up on your anniversary dinner, you automatically seek out Jeon Jungkook, your fiancé employee, and your part-time lover, to work your frustrations out. But maybe Jungkook doesn’t feel like being the punching back in your twisted relationship with his boss anymore.

This is part of the 2k request list. You can check out the rest of the stories here.

You slam the door to your car, not caring if you break its hinges from the force, and stomp towards the opening of the garage, your angry and ungraceful gait in complete contrast with the elegant dress you wore and the dainty heels strapped to your feet.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” You shout, walking in circles around the empty cavernous garage and calling out for your fiance.

“He’s not here.” A familiar voice informs you and you whip around in its direction, seeing Jungkook running a cloth over his shitty, DIYed car. He observes the fancy way you’re dressed, hair in a complex updo and body clad in a little a black dress. Namjoon must have stood you up. Again.

“Well, where is he?” You seethe.

“Fuck if I know,” Jungkook mutters and goes back to polishing his car.

“That bastard left me waiting for him in the restaurant for an hour. My family has been going to that restaurant for years. They all know me there. It’s a busy fucking restaurant and I kept stalling them. Telling them that my fiancé will be there any minute now. That he definitely won’t cancel without telling me. Do you know how humiliating that was? He won’t even answer his fucking phone.”

Jungkook only half-listens to your rant. He’s heard it a dozen times before. It was typical of his careless boss to promise you something and go back on his word. Jungkook just didn’t think he’d go so low as to ditch you on your anniversary. Fucking ungrateful hyung…

Giving up on your futile search, you turn your wrath towards the only victim in sight. “Is that piece of junk done yet?” You ask irritably, indicating the car he was busy polishing.

You can see a muscle pop up in his jaw at your choice of words. He’d spent a lot of time gathering parts and incorporating them into the car and fixing whatever glitches come up. Yet that doesn’t stop you from regarding it with distaste. After all, it was a piece of shit car and you’d offered to buy him a better one before.

No, you did get him another one. You even asked for all the specific things you heard him rave about countless of times before even though you couldn’t understand what they meant to save your life. You customized a car as close to his dream one as possible, and it was fucking expensive. You had to fight tooth and nail with your father to let you buy it because even though your family is filthy rich, that car still cost more than any other your family owned and it wasn’t even for you. But it didn’t matter, it was worth it to make your Jungkookie happy. You had it delivered to his house with you inside it, dressed up in a red dress and being the proverbial bow on top of his gift, knowing he had a thing for car sex and wanting to break in his gift. But what did he do when he saw it?

He rejected it. And He didn’t even fuck you.

Not only that but he got angry with you, striking up a meaningless fight then promptly marching back into his apartment and slamming the door in your face. You ended up with the car, and you made sure to always flaunt it in front of him, taking revenge on him for the way he spoke to you that day and taking delight in the way his eyes shone with longing every time you showed up with it.

“Yes.” He hums, not looking at you and that’s when you notice his weird demeanor. Normally, Jungkook would be all over you by now. With Namjoon absent and having pissed you off, you were all free for the taking. But there he was, polishing off his car for what must be the 3rd time since you got there, the anger and irritation radiating from his body palpable in the stale garage air.

“Well, why don’t we christen it then?” You stalk towards him. Whatever the reason for his gloomy aura is, you are determined to lift both your moods up. Jungkook finally looks at you, immediately feeling weak from the sultry look in your half-lidded eyes that has always brought him to his knees. But now he now steels himself against it, not willing to give in this time. You strut to the side of the car and pull open the backseat door, leaning against it and licking your lips slowly. “Why don’t you get inside, honey, and let me ride your pretty cock until you burst?”

It was tempting, almost too tempting. Jungkook could feel his cock already starting to harden just at the raspy tone you use to adorn your command and his legs ache to follow your order.

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—Belong

one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself...

and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.

pairing: artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader

genre: fluff, angst, humor, social media au, enemies to lovers, roommates au, arranged marriage au, non-idol au

status: completed

schedule: whenever i have time to because uni is taking up most of it lol. i will announce an update is coming beforehand though!

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🖋: written part/drabble

playlist

a/n: she’s here! i really hope you guys enjoy this au because i already am attached to it lol. and yes, i am A Sucker for artist taehyung, don’t even @ me. introductions coming soon! let me know your thoughts!

if you want to be added to the tag list, please send me an ask.

🥀 part one — introductions

🥀 part two — designer undies

🥀 part three — ariel

🥀 part four — gold digger

↳ bonus 🖋 — coffee shop

🥀 part five — missed you

🥀 part six — homesick

🥀 part seven — popcorn

↳ bonus 🖋 — puzzle pieces

🥀 part eight — not that bad

🥀 part nine — fix it

🥀 part ten — picasso

🥀 part eleven — ice prince

🥀 part twelve — pretentious

🥀 part thirteen — burgers

🥀 part fourteen — 20/10

🥀 part fifteen — eavesdropping

↳ bonus 🖋 — brat

🥀 part sixteen — thought so

🥀 part seventeen — (no) feelings

🥀 part eighteen — pinky promise

🥀 part nineteen 🖋 — secrets

🥀 part twenty — ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🥀 part twenty one — tea

🥀 part twenty two — double-booked

🥀 part twenty three — master plan

🥀 part twenty four 🖋 — sweet night

🥀 part twenty five — liar

🥀 part twenty six — worlds collide

🥀 part twenty seven — pizza night

🥀 part twenty eight — pillow

🥀 part twenty nine — dirty work

↳ bonus 🖋 — no fun

🥀 part thirty — apartment hunting

🥀 part thirty one — number three

🥀 part thirty two 🖋 — scenery (m)

↳ bonus — love you the most

🥀 part thirty three — home

🥀 part thirty four — the kim’s

🥀 part thirty five — heartshaped cake

🥀 part thirty six — wife material

🥀 part thirty seven — birthday brat

🥀 part thirty eight — cockblock

🥀 part thirty nine 🖋 — fall out

🥀 part forty — feel the emo

🥀 part forty one — give up

🥀 part forty two — sleep on it

🥀 part forty three — service error

🥀 part forty four — desperate

🥀 part forty five 🖋 — last chance

🥀 part forty six — fever dream

🥀 part forty seven 🖋 — breathe (m)

🥀 part forty eight — universe

↳ bonus — always

🥀 part forty nine — happiness

🥀 epilogue 1.0 — europe

🥀 epilogue 2.0 — family

more bonus parts bc we love those:

🥀 bonus one — q&a

🥀 bonus two 🖋 — sleep in

🥀 bonus three — not a date