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Along Came You

Words: 4k

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut

Summary: “…when I’m with you, I feel relieved- I don’t know how to explain it. The other night we were talking, I could’ve talked forever with you, I wanted to know more about you.”

Warnings: mention of weed, sex lol, Mature language, throat fucking, cock slapping? oral sex

a/n: I wanted to reallllyyy write a Jimin one-shot. please enjoy :)

Jimin knows he’s an attractive man, he smiles and girls swoon at him. He dances and girls want to grind on him. The whole campus saw him as a sex symbol. Jimin was sexy, confident, and flirtatious until he met you.

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faded love | pjm

⏤ 𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚢 : he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. married couple au

⏤ 𝚙 𝚊 𝚒 𝚛 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 : jimin x reader

⏤ 𝚐 𝚎 𝚗 𝚛 𝚎 : angst (rip sorry), smut, fluff

⏤ 𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚍 𝚌 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚝 : 16k

⏤ 𝚠 𝚊 𝚛 𝚗 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 𝚜 : couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

⏤ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⏤ part of the mixtape series

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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cloud nine | pjm

summary⇢ “he’s here again,” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot–devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room. pairing⇢ jimin/reader word count⇢ 5.4k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | horror warnings⇢ sexual content, dubcon, blood, biting, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, honestly jimin is crazy af. just out of his got!!!damn mind 

a/n⇢  this idea has been sitting in my drafts for at least two years now, but for some reason, i thought hey, i should finally write it for jimin’s birthday. then his birthday passed and i thought that’s cool. it can be for halloween. needless to say…happy seokjin’s birthday, jimin ☠️☠️merry christmas, baby boy 💕🤣

THIS FIC IS NOT CUTE. you’ve been warned 👀 also, as i always do, i’ve been staring at this for too long and am overthinking it and idk how i feel about it anymore. but take it anyway 😭mood is this song~

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Making Him Jealous (M)

Word Count: 9,267 Warning(s): Swearing, smut, threesome, dirty talk.

Summary: Having two guys as roommates probably wasn’t the best decision you had ever made. The constant mess and lack of privacy proved that; but who even cared when they were Jimin and Jungkook?

A/N: I suck at titles but HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sincerelysanaa I’M SORRY THIS WAS LATE BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT <33333333

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Failure to Communicate

This was a joint collab fic that @stutterfly​ and I worked on, commissioned by @cypherft-v as part of our fundraising for Black Lives Matter. Thank you for contributing! Banner & moodboard by @stutterfly​ :)

{Pairing} Park Jimin/ Reader

{Genre} Enemies to Lovers/ College AU/ comedy/ smut

{Rating} Mature - Explicit

{Word Count} 21K

{Warnings} oral, kissing, fingering, protected sex, biting, marking, other filthy shit

{Prompt} Could either of you write an enemies to lover story about jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didnt give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful?

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strawberry blond | pjm.

pairing. jimin x female! reader

genre/prompt. jimin takes a lot of photos; established relationship

word count. 1.3k

content.  some mature language I guess but other than that its just cute married fluff with shy lil minnie!!

synopsis. You always wondered what was in those photo albums, but he was willing to let you into his world at his own pace.

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! this was the easiest prompt to come up with acc but it’s my favorite :)) I listened to strawberry blond by mitski while writing this!

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    Your ears perked up at the sound of a camera shutter, the book you were holding releasing you from its firm grasp on your consciousness. You were so immersed in your reading you didn’t even notice the dip in the mattress before the shutter went off. Looking up from your momentary source of joy you look at the culprit, your permanent source of joy, the blond boy with a glinting silver wedding band on his ring finger. He slowly lowered his camera, a pretty peach blush spreading across his cheeks as he found out he got caught. His eyes avoided your gaze as he waited for the photo to print out of the polaroid, a small smile now the companion of his deepening blush. He was always so damn adorable, you nearly had to stop yourself from cooing at his actions most of the time. Despite being married for 3 years after an 8-year relationship, he still was bashful when it came to romantic gestures. Banter and skinship? Fine, didn’t affect him whatsoever. Now, saying romantically cheesy things and holding hands in public? Absolutely not-- he’d overheat from how red his face gets from those things. He was always like that, although it was worse when you both started dating. He’s more comfortable now, initiating rather than reacting, which was something you were glad about. He was comfortable enough with you to seek those things rather than hope you do them.

     You grinned at his retreating form as he went to the other side of what will be the bedroom of your apartment. You watched intently as he opened one of his two precious boxes with “PARK JIMIN” scribbled on messily with Sharpie. He had mentioned those two boxes were where he kept all his printed out pictures and polaroids taken as well as adding a “please don’t open them, my love” into the mix as usual. He stashed the picture he just had taken of you away tenderly in one of the countless photo albums of Polaroids and photographs he kept, however this one looked different from far away. Definitely far more expensive than the others he buys, but its not like you’ll pry about it. He was very sensitive about his photographs, so he was practically the only one who was allowed to look at his still memories and you were okay with that. There’s no use in making someone you’ve spend most of your life and hopefully all of your future with uncomfortable. He had always been into photographing things he found “beautiful and worth remembering”, in his own words. Even during elementary where you’d both met he had disposable cameras which he took pictures of different things at recess that caught his eye and of both you and him as well as his other friends. After getting his first Polaroid camera for his 12th birthday, they’d been inseparable ever since. You stretched, now fully detached from the book in your sheet-covered lap.

   Your back was against the wall for what felt like hours as you both didn’t have any furniture yet, causing your back to be stiffer than it would normally. You’d insisted on buying new furniture to signal a new start in your lives after moving from the apartment you both lived in for most of your relationship, but didn’t account for the delivery date and the move-in date, which left you with just a mattress against the floor and a bedside table your husband vehemently refused to get rid of. Something about bro-code and not being able to throw away something his bros got him or whatever. Beats you, it’s not like it was an ugly design or color. Just a plain orange wood IKEA bedside table that’s probably in thousands of aesthetic pictures online out there. A polaroid he took of you last night laid on the same table and your cheeks suddenly heat up at the image. He took it while your eyes were closed in the climax of uh… intimate affairs. Yeah, that. He never left his pictures out in the open like that though, so you spoke up.

   Your “hey, love?” was met with a hum from the blond man, his back still to you as he put the special-looking album and the other albums gingerly back into their box.

   “You forgot one…from… last night,” you ended the statement in a whisper, the lewd image making your confidence fade, demeanor reminiscent to how your own husband was a few minutes ago. You took the photograph in your hand and held it out for him to take. When he turned around and saw your hand, a flash of recognition went through his face. A mischievous smirk carved itself into his usually timid face and he stuffed his hands into his short’s pockets. He was usually the shy and reserved one, however, when you showed his usual qualities it triggered cocky and sadistic Park Jimin to make an appearance. Bastard was taking pleasure in your embarrassment. You rolled your eyes and waved the picture in his direction. Weirdly enough, his demeanor never faltered. He’d always fussed over putting them away and keeping them stored safely, away from prying eyes, but why was this clearly intimate picture any different?

“I’d like to hang that one up, actually. Hmm… let’s see… should I put it right above the bed? Maybe put it at the back of my phone? I’d like to stare at it as often as I can,” he teased, feigning a thoughtful expression as he trailed off. Your whine of response caused his smirk only to widen. Your brain finally caught up to the situation and your eyebrows furrowed. Now this was new. He never did that… He’d store all his pictures without wanting anyone to see them even before the start of your relationship. The pictures he took were always too precious to him for anyone else to see, too personal, he’d said often when anyone did ask. Your clear bafflement showed on your face as your head automatically tilted in question. He seemed to take notice and understand why you were confused rather than annoyed. His expression finally faltered slightly, the smirk falling from his lips only to be replaced by a small smile and a soft flush on his cheeks once more

“I’ve um… thought about it… for a while. Since we got married, actually. I want...” he trailed off, his voice faltering. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing once again. “I want to show you all of my photo albums and the pictures I’ve taken… if you’d like? I want you to well... know all of me.” His voice trailed off at the end as he scratched the back of his neck. 

You were left absolutely stunned. The situation you were suddenly thrust into had you completely taken aback. You knew how much his still memories meant to him and for you to be allowed to view them—to be the first known person besides him to view all of them in their entirety—it made your eyes water. It warmed your heart that he would trust you so much as to see even the deepest part of him he wished no one to see. It was a big step for him emotionally and the fact that he’s taking it made you just so damn happy. Your silence wasn’t mistaken, though. The lifetime you’d spent knowing each other gave him the ability to read you as though you were a book at the library. He knew how touched you felt and it only caused his blush to darken slightly. He knows what he’s going to show you. He loves taking pictures-- loves taking pictures of you. You’ll get to see how happy you make him. You’ll get to see exactly what he thought when those pictures were taken through the scribbles and dates on them. You would finally get a glimpse into the mind he had sealed away for protection. With a smile and nod, you accepted this wonderful change to your life. 

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