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long black | kth

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tease taehyung at his best friend’s wedding. what you didn’t expect was what came after. establish relationship au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • slight pwp • because apparently, there is plot

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: taehyung with a lip piercing be warned, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, slight bratty!reader, big cock!taehyung, teasing, semi-public sex, nipple/breast play, nipple/breast worship, panty licking, thigh slapping, a wild sir kink appears, praise, cock sucking, gagging, dirty talk, cum swallowing, handjob, pussy eating, fingering, face fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, for some reason ??? this turned soft???, unprotected, creampie

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: taehyung with a lip piercing,,,,, that is it,,,, that is all im saying thank you for coming to this ted talk :)

⇥ unedited cause im a trash gremlin :)

“Stop that,” Taehyung hisses, watching you through narrow eyes; his long dark hair framing his forehead. Coy look painted on your face, you simply quirk an eyebrow while lazily running your hand up and down his leg, slowly inching further and further towards the tops of his thick thighs

“Stop what?” you question, your words coming out in a purr, laced with faux innocence.

“Get your hand away,” Taehyung hisses once again, voice low and gravelly. Just the sound of it has you squirming in your seat, heat pooling both: in your abdomen and between your thighs.

“Taehyung,” you call out breathily, face heated with lust and eyes half-lidded as your fingers scrape against the length of his, now harder, shaft.

“____,” Taehyung warns, trying to keep his gaze focused on where Jimin was dancing with his new wife, Park Suri, and not on the way your fingers oh so innocently brush against the side of his thigh.

“Hyungie,” you whine lowly into his ear, “want you,” you continue. Almost instantaneously, Taehyung’s jaw muscles flex, the angular bone jutting out further. Your breath fans the lobe of his ear while you pull the cuff piercing that adorns the shell of his ear between your teeth.

“After the first dance,” Taehyung gruffly responds. A small pout graces your lips and with a sigh, you drop your head onto his shoulder.

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long black | kth

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tease taehyung at his best friend’s wedding. what you didn’t expect was what came after. establish relationship au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • slight pwp • because apparently, there is plot

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: taehyung with a lip piercing be warned, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, slight bratty!reader, big cock!taehyung, teasing, semi-public sex, nipple/breast play, nipple/breast worship, panty licking, thigh slapping, a wild sir kink appears, praise, cock sucking, gagging, dirty talk, cum swallowing, handjob, pussy eating, fingering, face fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, for some reason ??? this turned soft???, unprotected, creampie

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: taehyung with a lip piercing,,,,, that is it,,,, that is all im saying thank you for coming to this ted talk :)

⇥ unedited cause im a trash gremlin :)

“Stop that,” Taehyung hisses, watching you through narrow eyes; his long dark hair framing his forehead. Coy look painted on your face, you simply quirk an eyebrow while lazily running your hand up and down his leg, slowly inching further and further towards the tops of his thick thighs

“Stop what?” you question, your words coming out in a purr, laced with faux innocence.

“Get your hand away,” Taehyung hisses once again, voice low and gravelly. Just the sound of it has you squirming in your seat, heat pooling both: in your abdomen and between your thighs.

“Taehyung,” you call out breathily, face heated with lust and eyes half-lidded as your fingers scrape against the length of his, now harder, shaft.

“____,” Taehyung warns, trying to keep his gaze focused on where Jimin was dancing with his new wife, Park Suri, and not on the way your fingers oh so innocently brush against the side of his thigh.

“Hyungie,” you whine lowly into his ear, “want you,” you continue. Almost instantaneously, Taehyung’s jaw muscles flex, the angular bone jutting out further. Your breath fans the lobe of his ear while you pull the cuff piercing that adorns the shell of his ear between your teeth.

“After the first dance,” Taehyung gruffly responds. A small pout graces your lips and with a sigh, you drop your head onto his shoulder.

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half a heart ⤑ knj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you and namjoon have always been the best of friends; who just happen to be in love and are refusing to do anything about it. 〞best friends to lovers. childhood friends to lovers. idiots to lovers.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: namjoon x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 19.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: empHASIS ON THE IDIOTS TO LOVERS, pining, god there’s so much pining, namjoon is the sweetest man and this fic will ruin all other men for you, slight jealousy, slight possessive!namjoon, soft dom!namjoon, big cock!namjoon, sub!reader, biting, marking, grinding, dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, riding, soft sex, i am in love with kim namjoon, some deep dicking because its not a sol fic for joon without this, creampie, slight cumplay

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: there’s honestly so much fluff in this and that is a testament to how much i love Kim namjoon papa bless,

⏤ thank you to my sweet beans @peekaboongi​ and @shadowsremedy​ for beta reading this for me ♡

⇥ part of the mixtape series

Decidedly, there have been many days in your life. Some happy, some sad. Some you remember better than others while others fade away into the back of your mind. Some are ingrained so deep in your mind that when you close your eyes, you can see every detail as if it’s currently happening. None, however, do you remember more clearly than the day you met Namjoon. It had been almost two decades ago; when you were five, and he was six. You remember being nervous - your parents had just moved to Seoul - and unlike your small port town of Yeosu, you had no friends, nor did you know anyone.

Seoul had originally felt like an adventure, but actually moving there had been a lonely experience. Tall skyscrapers dwarfed your form, and life moved as fast as its people - unlike your sleepy hometown. Thus, when your mother had brought you to the park, you’d clung to her skirt - too afraid to venture out and speak to anyone. Closing your eyes, you can still see the faded metal of the monkey bars, hear the tinkering laughter of children running around and smell the sweet scent of the Bungeoppang stall that was nearby.

It had all been incredibly overwhelming back then, and you’d only hidden further behind your mother’s legs. Until - you’d spotted a boy, as lonely as you. A fond smile curls on your face as you remember Namjoon’s little frame. With chubby cheeks, curious eyes, and dressed in little shorts and a bright red t-shirt, he’d sparked your own curiosity. Unlike the other children, he wasn’t running around, or climbing the slide, or even hanging from the monkey bars. Rather, he sat crouched on the floor, intrigued brown eyes staring intently at the bushes as he stuck his hand into the shrubbery.

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half a heart ⤑ knj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you and namjoon have always been the best of friends; who just happen to be in love and are refusing to do anything about it. 〞best friends to lovers. childhood friends to lovers. idiots to lovers.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: namjoon x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 19.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: empHASIS ON THE IDIOTS TO LOVERS, pining, god there’s so much pining, namjoon is the sweetest man and this fic will ruin all other men for you, slight jealousy, slight possessive!namjoon, soft dom!namjoon, big cock!namjoon, sub!reader, biting, marking, grinding, dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, riding, soft sex, i am in love with kim namjoon, some deep dicking because its not a sol fic for joon without this, creampie, slight cumplay

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: there’s honestly so much fluff in this and that is a testament to how much i love Kim namjoon papa bless,

⏤ thank you to my sweet beans @peekaboongi​ and @shadowsremedy​ for beta reading this for me ♡

⇥ part of the mixtape series

Decidedly, there have been many days in your life. Some happy, some sad. Some you remember better than others while others fade away into the back of your mind. Some are ingrained so deep in your mind that when you close your eyes, you can see every detail as if it’s currently happening. None, however, do you remember more clearly than the day you met Namjoon. It had been almost two decades ago; when you were five, and he was six. You remember being nervous - your parents had just moved to Seoul - and unlike your small port town of Yeosu, you had no friends, nor did you know anyone.

Seoul had originally felt like an adventure, but actually moving there had been a lonely experience. Tall skyscrapers dwarfed your form, and life moved as fast as its people - unlike your sleepy hometown. Thus, when your mother had brought you to the park, you’d clung to her skirt - too afraid to venture out and speak to anyone. Closing your eyes, you can still see the faded metal of the monkey bars, hear the tinkering laughter of children running around and smell the sweet scent of the Bungeoppang stall that was nearby.

It had all been incredibly overwhelming back then, and you’d only hidden further behind your mother’s legs. Until - you’d spotted a boy, as lonely as you. A fond smile curls on your face as you remember Namjoon’s little frame. With chubby cheeks, curious eyes, and dressed in little shorts and a bright red t-shirt, he’d sparked your own curiosity. Unlike the other children, he wasn’t running around, or climbing the slide, or even hanging from the monkey bars. Rather, he sat crouched on the floor, intrigued brown eyes staring intently at the bushes as he stuck his hand into the shrubbery.

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oh lord, where do I begin just gonna jump right at it @ddaenysus

❗️spoilers ahead

“Y/n, you are the one constant in my life other than this job. You’re the only person who I’ve been able to stand long enough to consider a friend and the sex is amazing. Surely I can’t be the only one who has considered it?”

This got all my heart strings or whatever I have pulled at the same time 🥺🥺🥺 I was totally not expecting that actually I thought it would end up being the same maybe some banter between oc and joon but ooooof 🥺💕

I haven’t read that many office au’s but I really like how namjoons character was super interesting even with being the big softie to oc. It’s really hot like imagine him being the top at his department ooof wearing his suits, glasses, tall and mighty joon and like all serious working but is just a wholesome, tall friend (mhmm FRIEND ) to oc? 😤

oc too had dimension to her character that little spunk. She didn’t skew her words at the end and voiced out what was on her mind and her little batter with Jimin hehehe

I love the chemistry between these characters fjfjf also joon x oc totally the power couple of the office because I know oc is very diligent, no bullshit, get the work done, productive and get that* dick while still being at work 👀💅🏻 (did I say productive?) 100% THAT BITCH I LOVEDDD READING THISSSSS

* Oooooof NAMJOON 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😳😳😳😳🤤

take it off; knj (m)

pairing: salesman!namjoon x accountant!reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: smut, workplace au, friends to kind of lovers, friends with benefits.

summary: you were known to be stoic, the best worker in your field who couldn’t be distracted by anyone or anything. what others didn’t know, was that the sole reason you could stay so focused, was because of your daily lunchtime appointment.

rating: 18+

warnings: strong language, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, my dudes)

author’s note: this is part of the coffeehouse workshop for @btswritingcafe​, my partner is @falsecompare (who it won’t let me tag, boof), i hope you like it! i’ll admit that i was a bit stumped at first as to what i could write, but something eventually came to mind. whilst writing, i listened to ‘high for this’ by the weeknd. boy am i happy that the concept photos came out so i could use it for the banner before i needed to post this, yassss.

The sound of phones ringing and fingers typing away at keyboards was something you’d come to drown out over the past few years; having worked in the same office since you’d graduated. The receptionist did the same thing he always did, answering the phone with polite words before connecting them to wherever was needed, the voices of your colleagues overlapping more and more as the day went on.

Every so often you would need to reach for the phone yourself, having to sort out financial problems with the little start up that was quickly growing to heights you’d never imagined. However, for a large part of the day, your corner of the office was close to silent as the few workers in your section worked diligently on their computers or the forms on their desks.

“You need to make sure he signs them by the end of the day.” Jimin whispered, glancing over to the bullpen, glare focused on one specific salesman. “I’ve tried five times since Monday, I give up.”

Keeping your eyes trained on the paperwork in your hands, you already knew exactly who he was referring to. Kim Namjoon was the company’s highest earner, reeling in all of the biggest clients to ensure his commission cheque was always through the roof. Of course, that also meant he would refuse to leave his phone; always chatting away with a customer, changing his personality with every conversation to suit the person on the other end of the line.

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I am just going to put it out there that I feel so guilty that no words of mine can actually make it up to @jamaisjoons how thankful I am or convey how happy I feel right now?

THIS FIC IS THE MOST MAGICAL THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

I mean it. No movie, no book not even those fairy tales as a kid has had this effect on me. I have felt sort of deprived my whole life of an experience like this. My parents didn’t support buying books, no one read bed time stories for me. I just started buying these books when I was much older so that magic from early years was always missing and I think somewhere I was able to fully connect to that experience now? Like in the middle of this pandemic at the age of 23 I’m actually crying as I type this out!!!! I wish I had better words to describe how magical this moment feels right now? How surreal this is 😭😭😭

The characters, the lore, the structure the pace at which the story moves? Yoongi and Jin really really touched my heart. I am falling for them too. The dialogues are brilliant. I’ve never seen things like care, affection, TRUST, tenderness, little moments of pure joy, intimacy portrayed so well? I was really seeing colors, I am super s scared of oceans or water in general because I don’t how to swim but ooof this fic really makes me want to go out there again. I was able to feel things that I’ve never felt before and I was truly so captivated bub every word. I also like how the angst was beautiful too. Giho also was portrayed really really well and not over exaggerated or anything? Perfect!!!!!!!!!!! Namjoon obviously was so ethereal and hes from that other part of the world but I didn’t feel too overwhelmed? I could connect and just bask myself into that world. His childlike wonder matched oc’s curiosity so well. So many times it felt like he was just tiny babie human joonie. The smut made me delirious shsjsjsjsjsjs I WAS SCREAMING AT MY PHONE THO

I can’t fathom how much research or effort this work took but THANK YOU. For now please take my words, I hope my love reaches you. I hope the happiness I am feeling right now hits right back at you tenfold or millionfold DHDJDJ please ignore any mistakes and I know I’m lacking here because English isn’t my first language I TRULY FEEL SO MESMERISED

song of the sea ⤑ knj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 captivated by the sight of you, he can’t help but watch you swim around his home. and when you turn to leave, he doesn’t know what overcomes him - but as if spellbound - he finds himself following you back to land. 〞fantasy au. little mermaid au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: merman!namjoon x marine conservationist!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ∝ fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 53k !!! a whopper !!

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: slight possessive!namjoon, slight possessive!reader, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, as usual namjoon’s cock do be monstrously big but we love n live for it, teasing, grinding, size kink size kink size kink, slight breast/nipple play, semi-public sex (they’re out in the open but also they’re on a deserted island so), grinding, scratching, biting, honestly this was supposed to be soft sex but who knows what happened, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating, detailed descriptions of a giant cock, dirty talk, praise, light handjob,  unprotected sex, pussy stretching cause again it do be monstrous, slight pain kink?, cockwarming, riding, deep dicking, manhandling, namjoon is s t r o n g, slight pinning down, breeding, impregnation kink, lets call this tender feral sex, brief female masturbation, creampie, multiple orgasms, depictions of drowning, no one dies its okay, mentions of death, brief mentions of weapons/guns, brief violence - namjoon punches a dickhead, i think that’s all ?? 

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 it’s finally here 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 the beast of a fic !! i hope you sincerely enjoy it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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⏤ edited by the lovely @shadowsremedy​​ and @spicykoreantatertots​​ and beta read by my sweet bubs, @mygsii​, @luffles424​ and @yeoldontknow​ 💖

⏤ Written for ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ writing event hosted by yours truly ♡

Footsteps echo through the silent corridors, the heels of your boots clacking against the linoleum floor. Walking through the silent, glass-lined corridors of the Marine Research centre, your eyebrows furrow. It’s quiet. Way too quiet. Though, it’s not like the small facility is usually chockfull of people or anything. No, the Mokpo Marine Research Centre is a small building, with a mere staff of around fifty-odd people, and only three main scientists. You being one of them. Thus, with such a small working force occupying the building, it’s not as if you’re unused to the silence. However, it’s different today. The silence is terse, and a little uncanny, and you haven’t spotted a single other person. Not even the cleaning staff.

It’s still early in the morning - the sun only having risen an hour ago - but even then, you’d usually see at least one person on your way through the building. But you haven’t, and that has a weird niggling sense of foreboding prickling at your skin. Picking up speed, you practically begin power-walking towards the main laboratory, and as you approach the large white doors, the tension in your shoulders deflates. Low murmurs of a conversation filter through the air, the soft sounds intertwining with the thumping sounds of your footsteps and easing the eerie tranquillity that surrounds you.

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FANFICS ARE NOT PRODUCED FOR FREE BUT THEY ARE GIVEN FOR FREE SO PLEASE REBLOG

Works like this I will worship. Forever and more. Your words move me in a way nothing else in this world can. They make me think, evaluate, create new feels and thoughts and it’s such a beautiful experience reading what you write. Your fics are like that too: sharp and blunt but a beautiful masterpiece 😭 it’s so intricate? It’s magical. All the little details. The way you write makes me so aware of my own heart, the way it beats faster at the mention of Namjoon and how he is. Relief and comfort when I finish reading your work. I love it.

Thank you so much for this Anissa @namjoonchronicles 2021 is off to such a beautiful start thanks to you!!!!!!!

bones | nj

↳ pairing namjoon, reader

↳ genre fluff, domestic, established relationship

↳ words 3.0k

↳ summary namjoon’s only dream is to change the world, and sometimes when he couldn’t, he would turn to no one. even as it eats him up, spit him out and left him lifeless. the greatest mistake in love is to hand someone else the responsibility to your happiness, but is it really a mistake?

↳ warning depression; loosely inspired by the recent the return of superman show

↳ song shawn mendes ‘wonder’, maggie lindemann ‘couple of kids’

↳ author’s note new year greetings came four days late this year, sorry about that… i was searching for a suitable theme to write, so i opt for a non-serious one. i planned to engage in a 7-day writing challenge this week, starting with namjoon on monday. wish me luck! and happy reading! <3

“Please turn them off…” the deep grovel of his voice took you by surprise. It wasn’t like you to not have noticed when he walked in. The television had the show ‘The Return of Superman’ playing. By the sound of the troubling huff he let out, as he stood, hanging his long coat on the coat hanger, it seemed like he had a rough day. He didn’t look at you in the eye when he walked in, and it seemed like he would like to disappear today. You blinked to the view of his back disappearing into the hallway to the right, heading to his home studio. Hanging your face down to your lap, you pointed the remote to the screen and it turned to a black screen. Long story short, the kids in the show wanted to see him. And long story short, they weren’t able to reach a meeting point resulting in the kids meeting another artist instead. By the looks of it, Namjoon isn’t taking it lightly. By the looks of it, he seemed a little disappointed. And for that, you don’t really know how to interfere, or if he wanted you to.

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100 + 1 Ways To Say ‘I Love You’

› Requests for me to write one of these prompts will be open, but be warned I am slow and will probably take a bit to finish these!

› By being slow I mean, I will procrastinate.

› If there is a checkmark placed next to a prompt that means that it has already been written and/or posted!

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“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here.  Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Be careful.”

And…

“I love you.”

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“Will you marry me?”

Last Updated: 08/29/19

the duality! are we sure this was the same day? 🤯🤔

200826 2020 FNS 歌謡祭 夏 (STAY GOLD+MIC DROP) cr. @0901230___

Its Joonie day! 💜💫

Namjoon our moonchild..!! 🐨🌙

Happy birthday to the man who brings all of the colors of the rainbow into our lives. You make the world brighter just by being you 🌈💖

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOON (1994.09.12)

yay!!

Hooray! Welcome to the family!

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angst, smut, and fluff prompts

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“and then she was gone...”

“i let you in, and you completely destroyed everything.”

“i loved you, i was just dumb enough to believe you loved me back.”

“how could you? after everything i’ve told you, and you still went and did it.”

“well now you’ve lost me forever. good bye.”

smut

“you like to run your mouth, don’t you baby girl?”

“on your knees. now.”

“you’re not getting off that easily, little one.”

“do it again, and see what happens.”

“please teach me.”

fluff

“look it. i made this for you.”

“you’re like a bunny rabbit.”

“you’re so cute, baby.”

“i love you 3000.” “i love you 3000.”

“promise?” “promise.”

crush (knj)

Pairing: knj x reader (f)

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

Word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: You’ve been best friends with Namjoon for a long time now, and hiding your feelings for him keeps getting harder every day.

(author’s note: i am not sure how many parts will be in this, definitely more than two, thats for sure, but i will keep you guys updated!)

It was a very sunny day right after classes ended, almost the end of the semester (thank the lord), and you decided to go spend some time in a coffee shop right off campus with your best friend, Kim Namjoon. You both met in middle school, and through all the middle and high school drama, you all still stuck through it all. It was surprising actually, since you’ve had a crush on him since about the ninth grade. Keeping it hidden was getting harder and harder since you both spent almost every day together. 

“What are you going to order? The usual?” Namjoon asked. 

“Uh... yeah that’s fine. I was gonna change it up today, but nothing seems that appealing anymore.” You went into a haze and didn’t even notice that he was trying to get your attention until the barista called your name.

“Y/N! Hello? Anyone home?” He laughed at your dazed face.

“What? Did you say anything? I’m sorry, I’m just so tired.” You gave a tired smile back to him.

“I asked you if you wanted to start studying for Professor Kim’s final. You know how crazy he is about his tests, kinda don’t wanna fail.” He trailed off.

“Oh heaven forbid the Kim Namjoon fail a test. But yes, I do want to study. I don’t wanna fail either.” You joked. 

You all both grabbed your binders, highlighters, and pens and opened his textbook. The way Professor Kim’s tests were laid out, made no since, and would almost surely drive a crazy person crazy. It is completely unjust, that one person can make a test so possibly hard. At this rate, you’ll need a 115% to at least get a C for the semester (which is passing), and there is a very good chance that you would not get that 115%.

“This is impossible. I’m gonna bomb this test. I’m just gonna drop out already, it’s not like my parents aren’t disappointed in me already.” You laid your head down on your binder and pretended to sob. Your know parents were undoubtedly so proud of you, but just for dramatic affect, okay.

“You’re not gonna fail the test, Y/N, you just need to refocus. What are you confused on?” He was always your go to study-buddy and tutor, ever since middle school.

“All of it! How is this fair, Joon. Can we just wrap this up today, please? I’m so tired.” You pleaded. 

“Of course. Don't prematurely stress yourself out. We’ll work some more on it this tomorrow.” You both started to pack your things up, chatting while doing so. 

“Are you going to Jackson’s party this weekend?” Joon asked.

“I wasn’t planning on it. Why?”

“Well... I was hoping that maybe you’d want to go. The boys and I are going. Jimin wanted me to ask you to go. If I’m being honest, I think he has a crush on you.” He laughed.

“He probably does. But i don’t know, Joon. I need to study.” You whined. You all pushed your chairs in and walked out of the cafe and started walking towards your dorms. 

“We can study on Sunday. I need to destress, you need to destress, we all need a break Y/N. Please? We can stay for a few hours then we can leave and get like, Taco Bell, or something.” He had convinced you.

“Okay fine. Four hours tops, then Taco Bell.” You both chatted some more, talking about all the other finals that were coming up, what you both would wear, the latest Jackson drama, the usual topics.

-

You got back to your dorm and decided to take a shower (sitting in two hour lecture really can make you sweaty) and let the hot water run over your tense shoulder muscles. You never really realized how tense you had been until you finally try to relax and can’t. 

Changing into some shorts and an oversized tee, you climbed into your bed and fell asleep almost instantly. 

You woke up around two in the morning, your roommate, Jennie, sleeping across the room.

hey, are you awake? 2:05AM

yeah why? 2:06AM

can i come over? jennie is sleeping. 2:06AM

yep. door is unlocked 2:07AM

You made your way four doors down to Namjoon’s and Hobi’s room, hoping that Hobi wouldn’t be there. You opened the door to a studying Joon and Hobi. “What’s up, losers.” You yawned.

“Why are you awake this late? You’re usually asleep right now.” Hobi commented.

“I fell asleep like, right after I took a shower and just woke up like five minutes ago. What about you guys?” You took a seat on Joon’s bed.

“We’ve been studying. Too much.” Joon yawned. “Yeah, way too much. Please never take music theory, because I promise you, you’ll hate it.” Hobi added.

“Duly noted. Wasn't planning on it.” You laughed. 

“Do you wanna put on a movie? I really want popcorn...” Namjoon pouted. 

“It’s your room, that’s up to you fam. But popcorn sounds really good right now.” You agreed. Hobi got up to grab the Roku remote to start up Netflix and Hulu. Joon got up to put the popcorn in the microwave, and you got up farther in his bed to snuggle the blankets. 

“You like my blankets, do you?” He smiled. You just nodded and snuggled them even further. He got up next to you and got under the blankets. 

“Yo, turn the lights off.” You said towards Hobi, who was about to make his way to his bed. He groaned, but got up to turn them off.

where are you??? are you okay?? 2:25AM

i'm over at joon’s and hobi’s 2:25AM

ahhh okay 2:26AM

yeah im okay b 2:26AM

“Who was that?” Joon asked. “Jennie. She wanted to know where I was and if I was okay.” You smiled. Ever since you and her met at the beginning of the year, you and her had been best friends. You also made good friends with her friends, Rose, Lisa, and Jisoo. Lisa is dating Yoongi, and Rose is dating Jackson, and Jennie is dating Hobi. Your friend group was very close.

“What do you want to watch?” Just as soon as Hobi asked you and Joon, a knock was on the door. “It’s open!” He yelled.

Jennie walked in Hoseok’s sweatshirt and your shorts. “I’ve been looking for those! You took them!” You accused. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I needed shorts on laundry day and forgot to give them back.”

“It’s okay. They look better on you anyways. Keep them.” You smiled. 

“What are we watching?” She asked. You all shrugged. “We just opened Netflix when you knocked.” Hoseok said. She got up on his bed and got close next to him.

“Ah. After is out, you know the movie based on that like, Harry Styles fic a while back!” “Yeah! I’ve been wanting to watch that. Can we watch it? Can we?” You asked excitedly.

“I don't care. I’m probably going to end up falling asleep shortly. I’m so tired.” Joon yawned again.

“Yeah, me too. But that’s fine with me.” Hoseok agreed. “Yay!” You and Jennie said in unison.

Thirty minutes in and Joon was snoring away in his own dreamland. You could feel yourself drifting off as well. “How many times has she fallen asleep in your all’s room this week? She’s like always here, babe.” Jennie laughed. 

“I don’t even know. Maybe like eight times, now nine. I think she’s just less stressed being near him. They’ve been friends for a very long time.” He explained.

-

You woke up around eleven in the morning with Namjoon’s arms around your torso, and Hoseok and Jennie not in the room. 

where are you? 11:05AM

i’m in our room. we didn’t wanna wake you all up :) 11:05AM

oh okay 11:05AM

You put your phone back down and try to attempt to get out of his arms. “Moveeee. I have to pee.” You pry his arm off of you and make your way to their shared bathroom. Hopefully no guy walks in on you peeing.

“Oh shit! You scared me,” Yoongi laughed, “Sorry. I’ll get out.” He left the bathroom and shut the door. You ducked your head down and laughed. You finished your business, washed your hands and grabbed a pen and paper to let Joon know that you went to get breakfast and you’ll get back soon.

Long story short, in the span of an hour of you being gone, he still hadn't gotten up yet. You made many useless attempts to wake him, finally resulting in putting his breakfast right in his face. He mumbled something under his breath and rolled towards you.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You lightly tapped him on his head, but nothing.

“5 more minutes... I don’t wanna get up just yet.” He rolled back towards his mountain of soft pillows and threw his head under the blankets.

“Joon, it’s like twelve in the afternoon, hun. Get up. We have to study, then go get ready for Jackson’s party.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head.

“Ugh. Fine,” he rolled back over towards you and checked his phone, “Why did you text me so many times?” He asked groggily.

“I went to Taco Bell to get breakfast burritos, you didn't answer so I got you the same as me.” You explained.

He nodded and sat up in his bed and grabbed his food. “So are you sure you want to actually study today? We could always go- wait! Where’s Hobi and Jennie?” He said looking around the room. 

“They went to our room. They didn’t want to wake us up. But what were you saying?” You explained.

“We could always pre-party. Yoongi and Jimin are having a little get together in their room in like, three hours. That’s enough time to shower and change don’t you think?” It sounded fun, knowing Yoongi and Jimin, there would inevitably be alcohol and weed. 

“Yeah! That sounds fun. I’ll finish eating then I’ll go back to my room to shower and change. I’ll meet you over there later.” You finished eating and said your goodbyes, and then made your way back to your room.

crush (knj)

Pairing: knj x reader (f)

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

Word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: You’ve been best friends with Namjoon for a long time now, and hiding your feelings for him keeps getting harder every day.

(author’s note: i am not sure how many parts will be in this, definitely more than two, thats for sure, but i will keep you guys updated!)

Keep reading

Bitter 6

Finally! It took me so long to get it together and finish this chapter. A lot has happened in my life since I last posted but most importantly I graduated from university. Now that I have all the time in the world I want to give all my attention to writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you are all safe and healthy given the situation with the pandemic.

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Summary: Sometimes our thoughts get the best of us. Sometimes depression gets the best of all of us. Too oblivious to realize that we are surrounded with love. This is a story about learning to receive love, learning that you deserve love. A fun group of friends and their lives as they gradually change and grow. Sometimes bitter other times sweet much like chocolate such is life.

FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE (or so) of smut/Slow pace

words: 1.7k

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Chapter 6

A knot forming in my belly, the sensation stretching to my heated mound forcing my thighs to rub in frustration. My hand slithers from my aching breasts to my slit, I can’t believe how wet I got just thinking about him. Next thing I know, the other side of the bed sinks under his weight as he makes his way over me. I am not sure how he got here but I don’t care. I can feel his scent, heavy and sweet, making me dizzy. His hands take over from mine, teasing and touching me. I want him to taste me everywhere. Devour every inch of my being with his sinful mouth, marking me as his. It’s as if he is in my head, knowing my every thought, every desire. My hands pinned above me held by his hand.

No longer thinking reasons to resist this, I completely surrender to his touch. My back arches wanting even more, he is everywhere, I breathe him in and in my utterly intoxicated state that’s when I hear it, beeping loud in my ears, my alarm clock. I knew this seemed too good to be a fragment of reality. Grunting noises escape me while I roll around trying to mute the source. The boys must have gotten up earlier or maybe they left the room right after I fell asleep, making sure I get some rest since they know how stressed I was about this whole coffee meet cute and that’s when I felt it. A strange flutter in my lower belly, a tingling but it was nothing of anxiety, it was pure excitement. I jump off the bed to get ready and after a much appreciated pep talk from the guys I was already out the door and on my way to the coffee shop. Namjoon was sweet enough to text me good morning and ask for my order beforehand. We lock eyes as I am crossing the street and I am positive his smile is outshining the sun, thankfully I did not faint in the middle of the street. Deep breath.

“Here you go. Iced latte, medium, double shot espresso with soy milk and one pump of caramel.”

“Sorry for making you memorize the whole thing. I’m a bit particular with what I like. Especially coffee.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, I’m no better. Iced Americano, blonde roast, extra ice, extra shot with foam.”

“Are we sure the barista didn’t spit in these cause I think I would if I had to make this order.” My silly remark made him laugh and the flutter in my belly grew stronger.

We started walking, heading towards the park. Conversation with him was smooth, effortless, he seemed to be as invested as I was which was refreshing cause for once I felt like I wasn’t blabbering someone to boredom and every time I took my turn to say anything he would look at me. He gingerly brushed his fingers against mine, weaving them with mine, brushing his thumb softly. I guess for the first time I felt interesting to someone other than Hoseok and Tae. There was nothing we didn’t touch on, from family stuff to career and childhood and lost dreams, there wasn’t a topic off the table. When we got to the unavoidable point of discussing relationships and experiences of that kind I tensed up a bit and unfortunately he picked up on that.

“It’s okay if this is too much for you, we don’t have to…”

“No, it’s fine. It’s better to be upfront with things like this.”

“I agree. Took me a while to come to terms with confronting people and situations.”

“Well, I’m in the same boat you know. I don’t have much experience with dating and I’ve never even been in a relationship. My insecurities plus my anxiety and depression haven’t, how should I put this, they didn’t leave any space for that stuff. Working on my relationship with myself and my mental health seemed more important. Also I never wanted to burden anyone with my issues, it wouldn’t be fair. Society has us believing that through another person we can finally feel whole but, well, it’s nothing but a sugar coated pill. Building a strong and healthy relationship with yourself is a blessing on the long run. To the eyes of others it might seem like I’m behind on that stuff but it doesn’t faze me as much anymore.”

“For the record you are not behind on anything, that’s bullshit. You made your wellbeing a priority and that is admirable to say the least. My last relationship has left me with so much trauma it left me frozen, unable to put myself out there to meet someone else. I wouldn’t even have approached you if it wasn’t for my friends pushing me, I feared that I was damaged goods, sort to say.”

I halt my step, turned to look at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not. I hope you know that you’re not.”

“I know. Now, I know.” His hand cupped my check and I could feel the redness spread as I leaned into his caress. “I hope you know that too.” he continued.

He leaned in, his breath fanning warmth against me, he looked in my eyes, my lips and then back into my eyes, longingly. His plump lips parted letting out a sigh. “I- I really want to kiss you.”

I drew in a sharp breath and answered in a small voice. “Me too.”

His kiss was deep, intoxicating and somewhat controlled cause let’s face it we we’re in the middle of a park. A satisfying grunt escaped me and he did something that I can only describe as a low growl, it was sexy and I could feel the tingling intensify. With both hands on my face, his thumbs tracing patterns on my cheeks, he withdrew his plush lips to lovingly nudge my nose with his.

“I’m so glad we can be together in this moment. Wait, no, that sounds weird. What I meant, what I’m trying to say…”

I take the lead to put him out of his misery. He looked adorable fumbling for the right words.

“Namjoon relax. I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

The rest of the walk we joked around and I honestly haven’t let go with another person so soon, he has a way, a warmth that just makes me feel comfortable and most definitely desired and appreciated. Before we parted we set another date for Sunday at the movies and for the first time in forever I felt excited for something. Once we got to my building we kissed one more time and even though I told him to go he waited to see me go up which I wouldn’t have done given the situation I had to witness. The door was open and the apartment was full of people. Squeezing my way in I browse for Hobi and once I spot him in the kitchen I make my way to him and grab him from the arm.

“What’s all this?!”

“We are pregaming before we get to Jungkookie’s party. It’s a last minute situation and I offered to help. You do remember we have Jungkook’s thing today, right?”

“It’s 15:46! And yes, I do remember. Isn’t it a little early for pregaming anyway?”

“Um, not when you have a bunch of art hippies. It’s called a brunch pregame or something like that, who cares. Pancake?” he stuffed it in my mouth before I had a chance to answer. Tae jumped and hugged me from behind, most definitely tipsy, playing with my curls.

“How was coffee with dream man Kim Namjoon?” he asked

“She’ll tell us later when we are not in a sea of strangers.”

“In a word, perfect. I’ll head to my room and get ready.”

In the sanctuary of my room I drop my phone on the desk and head to the shower. A much needed scorching hot shower later and with the date replaying in my head, I sit on my desk to do my makeup. It’s already 19:40 by the time I’m finished and the noise has died down assumingly because everyone has left. I wasn’t all that excited about being among people tonight but I would never skip any of Jungkook and Andy’s parties. I think it’s a new sold out show that we’re celebrating but who cares really it’s just going to end up crazy. Jungkook notoriety for making each meetup an unforgettable event is unbeatable. After last time’s paint war debacle I opted for jeans to be as comfortable as possible.

Half an hour later we’re already parked outside of Jungkook’s house and then Hobi locks us in. Tae was the first one to give him the stank eye and question the sanity of his action.

“What the hell?”

“Tae, I am not gonna make the party if y/n over here doesn’t give us the details of this mornings event. I might actually eat my own hand.”

“Okay, okay, but I’ll fast forward a bit because I don’t want to drag this on. I had a wonderful time with him, he is so sweet and considerate, we talked about everything and anything. Also, we kissed and I cannot wait to go on another date.”

Hobi and Tae couldn’t hide their happiness, so prominent in their expression. They both jumped me to give me the tightest hug possible.

“Baby girl we’re so happy for you.”

“Let’s break this up now and get going Jungkook is waving from the door.”

We get to the door, Jungkook waiting for us, arms open, cigar hanging from his mouth.

“You’re into smoking now?” Tae asked

Much to our surprise he bit down to reveal the molten caramel center. Of course its made of chocolate, he’s a candy nut. We’re all ushered inside, everyone’s scattered here and there in the large common area having conversation over the latest pieces acquired in his personal collection. Among new faces and a few familiar ones I spot a face my memory could never erase, he looks up at the same time, eyes locking with mine and shoots me a wink.

My old crush.

The ever so charming, Kim Seokjin.

Bitter 6

Finally! It took me so long to get it together and finish this chapter. A lot has happened in my life since I last posted but most importantly I graduated from university. Now that I have all the time in the world I want to give all my attention to writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you are all safe and healthy given the situation with the pandemic.

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Summary: Sometimes our thoughts get the best of us. Sometimes depression gets the best of all of us. Too oblivious to realize that we are surrounded with love. This is a story about learning to receive love, learning that you deserve love. A fun group of friends and their lives as they gradually change and grow. Sometimes bitter other times sweet much like chocolate such is life.

FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE (or so) of smut/Slow pace

words: 1.7k

*******************************************************************************************

Chapter 6

A knot forming in my belly, the sensation stretching to my heated mound forcing my thighs to rub in frustration. My hand slithers from my aching breasts to my slit, I can’t believe how wet I got just thinking about him. Next thing I know, the other side of the bed sinks under his weight as he makes his way over me. I am not sure how he got here but I don’t care. I can feel his scent, heavy and sweet, making me dizzy. His hands take over from mine, teasing and touching me. I want him to taste me everywhere. Devour every inch of my being with his sinful mouth, marking me as his. It’s as if he is in my head, knowing my every thought, every desire. My hands pinned above me held by his hand.

No longer thinking reasons to resist this, I completely surrender to his touch. My back arches wanting even more, he is everywhere, I breathe him in and in my utterly intoxicated state that’s when I hear it, beeping loud in my ears, my alarm clock. I knew this seemed too good to be a fragment of reality. Grunting noises escape me while I roll around trying to mute the source. The boys must have gotten up earlier or maybe they left the room right after I fell asleep, making sure I get some rest since they know how stressed I was about this whole coffee meet cute and that’s when I felt it. A strange flutter in my lower belly, a tingling but it was nothing of anxiety, it was pure excitement. I jump off the bed to get ready and after a much appreciated pep talk from the guys I was already out the door and on my way to the coffee shop. Namjoon was sweet enough to text me good morning and ask for my order beforehand. We lock eyes as I am crossing the street and I am positive his smile is outshining the sun, thankfully I did not faint in the middle of the street. Deep breath.

“Here you go. Iced latte, medium, double shot espresso with soy milk and one pump of caramel.”

“Sorry for making you memorize the whole thing. I’m a bit particular with what I like. Especially coffee.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, I’m no better. Iced Americano, blonde roast, extra ice, extra shot with foam.”

“Are we sure the barista didn’t spit in these cause I think I would if I had to make this order.” My silly remark made him laugh and the flutter in my belly grew stronger.

We started walking, heading towards the park. Conversation with him was smooth, effortless, he seemed to be as invested as I was which was refreshing cause for once I felt like I wasn’t blabbering someone to boredom and every time I took my turn to say anything he would look at me. He gingerly brushed his fingers against mine, weaving them with mine, brushing his thumb softly. I guess for the first time I felt interesting to someone other than Hoseok and Tae. There was nothing we didn’t touch on, from family stuff to career and childhood and lost dreams, there wasn’t a topic off the table. When we got to the unavoidable point of discussing relationships and experiences of that kind I tensed up a bit and unfortunately he picked up on that.

“It’s okay if this is too much for you, we don’t have to…”

“No, it’s fine. It’s better to be upfront with things like this.”

“I agree. Took me a while to come to terms with confronting people and situations.”

“Well, I’m in the same boat you know. I don’t have much experience with dating and I’ve never even been in a relationship. My insecurities plus my anxiety and depression haven’t, how should I put this, they didn’t leave any space for that stuff. Working on my relationship with myself and my mental health seemed more important. Also I never wanted to burden anyone with my issues, it wouldn’t be fair. Society has us believing that through another person we can finally feel whole but, well, it’s nothing but a sugar coated pill. Building a strong and healthy relationship with yourself is a blessing on the long run. To the eyes of others it might seem like I’m behind on that stuff but it doesn’t faze me as much anymore.”

“For the record you are not behind on anything, that’s bullshit. You made your wellbeing a priority and that is admirable to say the least. My last relationship has left me with so much trauma it left me frozen, unable to put myself out there to meet someone else. I wouldn’t even have approached you if it wasn’t for my friends pushing me, I feared that I was damaged goods, sort to say.”

I halt my step, turned to look at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not. I hope you know that you’re not.”

“I know. Now, I know.” His hand cupped my check and I could feel the redness spread as I leaned into his caress. “I hope you know that too.” he continued.

He leaned in, his breath fanning warmth against me, he looked in my eyes, my lips and then back into my eyes, longingly. His plump lips parted letting out a sigh. “I- I really want to kiss you.”

I drew in a sharp breath and answered in a small voice. “Me too.”

His kiss was deep, intoxicating and somewhat controlled cause let’s face it we we’re in the middle of a park. A satisfying grunt escaped me and he did something that I can only describe as a low growl, it was sexy and I could feel the tingling intensify. With both hands on my face, his thumbs tracing patterns on my cheeks, he withdrew his plush lips to lovingly nudge my nose with his.

“I’m so glad we can be together in this moment. Wait, no, that sounds weird. What I meant, what I’m trying to say…”

I take the lead to put him out of his misery. He looked adorable fumbling for the right words.

“Namjoon relax. I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

The rest of the walk we joked around and I honestly haven’t let go with another person so soon, he has a way, a warmth that just makes me feel comfortable and most definitely desired and appreciated. Before we parted we set another date for Sunday at the movies and for the first time in forever I felt excited for something. Once we got to my building we kissed one more time and even though I told him to go he waited to see me go up which I wouldn’t have done given the situation I had to witness. The door was open and the apartment was full of people. Squeezing my way in I browse for Hobi and once I spot him in the kitchen I make my way to him and grab him from the arm.

“What’s all this?!”

“We are pregaming before we get to Jungkookie’s party. It’s a last minute situation and I offered to help. You do remember we have Jungkook’s thing today, right?”

“It’s 15:46! And yes, I do remember. Isn’t it a little early for pregaming anyway?”

“Um, not when you have a bunch of art hippies. It’s called a brunch pregame or something like that, who cares. Pancake?” he stuffed it in my mouth before I had a chance to answer. Tae jumped and hugged me from behind, most definitely tipsy, playing with my curls.

“How was coffee with dream man Kim Namjoon?” he asked

“She’ll tell us later when we are not in a sea of strangers.”

“In a word, perfect. I’ll head to my room and get ready.”

In the sanctuary of my room I drop my phone on the desk and head to the shower. A much needed scorching hot shower later and with the date replaying in my head, I sit on my desk to do my makeup. It’s already 19:40 by the time I’m finished and the noise has died down assumingly because everyone has left. I wasn’t all that excited about being among people tonight but I would never skip any of Jungkook and Andy’s parties. I think it’s a new sold out show that we’re celebrating but who cares really it’s just going to end up crazy. Jungkook notoriety for making each meetup an unforgettable event is unbeatable. After last time’s paint war debacle I opted for jeans to be as comfortable as possible.

Half an hour later we’re already parked outside of Jungkook’s house and then Hobi locks us in. Tae was the first one to give him the stank eye and question the sanity of his action.

“What the hell?”

“Tae, I am not gonna make the party if y/n over here doesn’t give us the details of this mornings event. I might actually eat my own hand.”

“Okay, okay, but I’ll fast forward a bit because I don’t want to drag this on. I had a wonderful time with him, he is so sweet and considerate, we talked about everything and anything. Also, we kissed and I cannot wait to go on another date.”

Hobi and Tae couldn’t hide their happiness, so prominent in their expression. They both jumped me to give me the tightest hug possible.

“Baby girl we’re so happy for you.”

“Let’s break this up now and get going Jungkook is waving from the door.”

We get to the door, Jungkook waiting for us, arms open, cigar hanging from his mouth.

“You’re into smoking now?” Tae asked

Much to our surprise he bit down to reveal the molten caramel center. Of course its made of chocolate, he’s a candy nut. We’re all ushered inside, everyone’s scattered here and there in the large common area having conversation over the latest pieces acquired in his personal collection. Among new faces and a few familiar ones I spot a face my memory could never erase, he looks up at the same time, eyes locking with mine and shoots me a wink.

My old crush.

The ever so charming, Kim Seokjin.

Paint

 Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Genre: smut, make-up artist au 

Rating: E 

Warnings: smut, so much sexual tension omg, mature language, dirty talk, kissing, dry humping, grinding, taehyung’s neck should be a warning

Summary: You were a makeup artist. That much was clear to everyone. You were not the only makeup artist among the team who could draw, though. When they talked about drawing on Taehyung and giving him tattoos, you’d expected someone else to get the job. Why would they give it to you? You were one of the youngest on the team. One of the least experienced. 

You did get the job though, to your surprise.

And, well. Who were you to turn down an offer? 

Based on this post by @taechnological​ 

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: Should I have edited this? Yes. Did I? No. Also I wanted to use a gif where tae was already painted but then I saw this one and I went feral and I knew that was the one. Also I’m seriously debating whether or not I should start selling organs for feedback :))) 

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a devil’s plaything I | knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: on halloween, you had met death. the next thing you knew, you were waking up in barren wastelands. it kinda sucks when you learn that you’ve been reincarnated as a demon. oh, and that you’re in the underworld. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: devil!namjoon x succubus!reader ft. devil!taehyung

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: just a light pre-warning, there’s a LOT of smut in this. Like,,, a lOT

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, possessive!namjoon, sub!reader, teasing, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, collaring, bondage, namjoon has a big demon cock xxx, heavy bdsm elements, bdsm master/slave dynamics, spanking, degradation, praise, spitting, rough sex, doggy style/leapfrog position, squirting, creampie, cum play, cum swallowing, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, cum eating, blowjob, deepthroating, cockwarming but in a throat (does that make sense), riding, soft romantic sex yeehaw. may contain an abusive relationship. please do not read if the mentioned warnings trigger you

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this wasn’t actually supposed to be a two shot hnnnn but I wrote 4/9 scenes planned and it hit 17.5k and i was like 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,, gotta cut it. so anyway, here is part one! i hope you enjoy it!!

⇥ part of the KSmutClub Monster Smash halloween project

⏤ Part I | Part II | Part III ⇥ incomplete

The slapping of feet echoes through the air as you dart through the unfamiliar streets. Lungs burning for oxygen, you gasp. You refuse to stop. Even though your muscles strain against your skin, the flesh prickling with heat as you push them towards exertion, you refuse to stop. You can’t stop. If you do, they’ll get you. So you keep running. The need to look behind consumes you - to see if they’re still following you. You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. It would be a huge mistake - but you can’t help it.

Against your better judgement, you turn your head around, eyes widening when you see that they’re still chasing you - and closing the distance between you and them quickly. Your heart thunders in your ears; fear coursing through your veins. They’ll catch you soon. The turn of your head causes you to stumble slightly, and the world tilts as you find yourself falling.

Quickly, you catch yourself, your steps faltering only for a brief moment as you skid, your feet scraping the ground. You hiss as pain flares along your soles - but ignore it. In the split second that you stumble, they advance closer towards you. The hair on the back of your neck stands on edge as you feel one of their clawed hands brush against it. Whimpering, you force your feet to move faster. There’s absolutely no way you can stop now - even if your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, even if your chest aches, and even if the muscles of your legs cry out for relief. If they get you, you’ll be far worse off.

You turn around a corner, narrowly missing one of their grasping hands and immediately stop, large, obsidian gates ahead of you. Relief rushes through you, and you flood with a sudden surge of energy. Using the newfound momentum, you force your legs to run faster before bursting through the gates. Once inside, you struggle to close them: the gates impossibly heavy. When they refuse to budge, your heart drops in your chest. Swiftly, you look up and see the demons that were chasing you. They’re only a few feet away. You let out a terrified sob, falling to the floor before hurriedly crawling away. Immediately, your eyes screw shut. Every single one of your muscles erratically quivers with fear.

They’ve got you.

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