Yoonjin Hugging After Winning Best Roommate Award 😭

Tangled Lights || KSJ

Summary: Christmas time is a time of celebration and love. Not for battling head to head with the neighbor across the street in the brightest light show the town has ever seen. When push comes to shove, you’ll do everything you can to keep your family tradition alive—even if that means sabotaging the spirit of Christmas and the chance of making a new friend, or more.

Pairing: Seokjin x F!Reader (with a few cameos. can you find them all? ;) )

Word Count: 23k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Non-Idol AU, Strangers to Lovers, Holiday Rom-Com, Small Town USA (does that really count? lol)

Rating: PG15

Warnings: a few swears, heavy makeout, some suggestive themes (but no actual smut), small talk about death, VERY awkward and VERY cheesy at points, it’s quite literally a romantic comedy with Jin, what’s not to expect?

Notes: I had so much fun writing this! Honestly, I surprised myself with how much I wrote, but I don’t regret it lol. If you didn’t read the notes on my teaser, this is a part of Cookies and Christmas Chaos of the Christmas in July collab! (hosted by @kookdiaries​ (who also made the amazing banner and divider), @xiaokoo, and @kithtaehyung​) This is based on the movie ‘Deck the Halls’. I hope you all enjoy it!! And please if you haven’t checked out the rest of the fics, take a look! They’re all so good!!

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“Good morning, Mr. Kim!”

His smile widens as the sheriff greets him. Seokjin waves to the burly man, a slight skip to his step as he walks down the town’s main street.

It’s that time of year again; when the snow glistens as the sun shines down on the freshly covered grass, a brighter air around the townsfolk, and the joyful music being played everywhere you go. December has only just begun, but that doesn’t stop anyone in Wolfpine from starting the holiday cheer.

“How’s your morning so far, Sheriff?” Seokjin calls out.

The man huffs out a light chuckle.

“Quiet. A nice way to start the Christmas season.” He pauses, leaning up against his truck. He stuffs his hands in his thick coat pockets, glancing around the area. “There isn’t much that happens in this town, so I’m hoping that something exciting happens soon.”

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happenstance | k.th. | one-shot

Kim Taehyung is having the worst luck with romance. Every date he goes on blows up in face, one way or another. He’s on his way back from one such disaster when he spots someone that looks a lot like you, his crush from high school – and a series of coincidences follow.

pairing: taehyung x reader rating: pg-15 genre: fluff, humor, ceo!taehyung, slice of life!au warnings: some swearing, some mention of insecurities, mention of infidelity, hint of innuendos, a slight mention of implied harassment because men suck (: word count: 7 k

Written for: @vopegist​​ as part of @btscreatorscorner​​’s Secret Valentine’s event. <3

Hello, Kyo bby! It is I, your 🐝! I went out of my comfort zone to make this fluffy, cute, funny and as close to your preferences as I could! I really hope you enjoy this little treat. 🥺 Wish you a belated happy valentine’s day, bby. ❤

note: hey, guys! how’s everyone doing? i know i have been kinda mia and i’m sorry about that, but life’s just been a downer lately and tumblr wasn’t being very comforting. i’m gonna try to get back into fics and be more active on the blog by late march or sth, tho. i’m really sorry for all this inactivity! peep the new format i used for this post! also - this is supposed to feature grammys 2020 tae, but i used this pic for the banner bec i couldn’t find a good quality one. 

i hope this fic puts a smile on y’all’s faces~ 💜

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happenstance (n) - a circumstance especially that is due to chance.

Taehyung was done with romance. No, really, he was wholly through with it – ready to ban the very concept and go meditate in the Himalayas, or something. 

This was the third – third freaking date in a week which he had to run out in the middle of. He needed to find himself a partner to present to his mother when she visited him next month, or the woman would force him on a date with her best friend’s daughter that Taehyung despised with every cell in his body. But his situation was looking bleaker by every day – and by every date.

The first girl had brought her cat to the diner and would not let Taehyung touch the damn feline even when the creature sat on his plate. The second girl couldn’t stop reapplying her lipstick after every bite of food she ate. And despite how horrific those two instances were, this current disaster he had run from actually trumped them both – this girl had a husband she was in the middle of a fight with, and she came on this date to make her man ‘jealous’.

And they said girls struggled to find a suitable partner? God.

Dragging his feet down the road under the quickly darkening evening sky, Taehyung scowled to himself. 

As if alerted of his distress, his phone rang with the particular ringtone he had saved for his best friend’s contact. He’d told the guy to call if there was no news from Taehyung till 8 o’clock, because that would mean he needed saving from trouble. Jimin was right – as he always was. And now Taehyung was gonna get an earful.

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Set everything on fire, bow-wow-wow (for @taee​) cr. @/jung-koook

only you (00) | kim taehyung

prologue: the first time he leaves you hanging

➛ pairing: taehyung x female reader

➛ genre: angst, eventual smut, college au, unrequited love au, friends to possible lovers au, fuckboy au, slow burn

➛ summary: for the first time ever, your weekly movie night doesn’t end in smiles and laughs but instead in tears and betrayal.

➛ warnings: angst, sad reader, taehyung is a bad friend, very brief mentions of making out and neck kissing

➛ word count: 1,150 words

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The friendship you and Taehyung had was confusing.

When people first learn that you aren’t just friends, but best friends actually, they don’t understand how. You two are complete opposites.

He was the type of person who liked to stay out late and party, sleep around while you were the type who liked to stay inside, to yourself. While Taehyung had many friends, you only had him and one other person—a girl you met in your art class.

People always seem to ask either of you how you manage to be friends with the other, and you have given them the same answer every time. The two of you have grown up together, parents being college friends, getting married and having kids around the same time as each other, Taehyung being just a week older than you. That made celebrating birthdays much easier for your parents since they would make you share parties together when you were younger. But as you two grew older, most of the time you and Taehyung would just spend your guys’ birthday with each other, alone.

And through all the hardships, school, having different interests like Taehyung trying out for sports and making more friends, and you spending most of your time on art, and even fights you two have had, you both seem to always come back to each other.

Simply putting it, you two were inseparable, always around each other. If someone saw one of you, then the other would not be far behind.

Even after graduating from high school and attending the same college, the closeness you two share have never diminished. Even though Taehyung now spent most of his time with his other friends and partying, and you focusing more on school and your art, you both always seem to find a way to make some time for each other—whether that be weekly movie nights, shared short lunches between classes, or even surprise visits.

But as school went on, the time Taehyung would spend with you became shorter and shorter, which made the time he did spend with you more valuable. Because he was your best friend, and you miss him.

Even though you want to be something more.

But you knew he didn’t feel the same way for you, because you weren’t his type, at least that’s what you heard him say to his friends. So being just his friend was enough—it had to enough, because you don’t know if you have the strength remove him from your life, someone who has treated you with nothing but kindness and love. And it wasn’t like Taehyung was a terrible person or anything, he wasn’t even bad. You just couldn’t handle him treating you almost as if you were his girlfriend instead of a friend and then going off and fucking other girls.

Your heart couldn’t handle it anymore.

Glancing at the time, you saw that it was half past eight. Today was Friday so Taehyung should be here soon for your guys’ weekly movie night. You double checked to see if everything was ready—the popcorn was made, hot chocolate was prepared, and he will be bringing the sweets. And the movie you selected for tonight was The Notebook, despite him denying it you knew that it was his favorite movie.

Taehyung was such a romantic.

As you sat down on the couch, you could hear yourself tapping your feet against the ground impatiently as you waited for him—he should be here in about half an hour. With you two both busy with your classes and other extracurricular activities, you barely had anytime for each other and this is the first time you have seen one another since last week. You couldn’t contain the excitement, you were excited to see him.

Your heart skipped a beat every time the clock moved forward one minute, knowing that it was a minute closer to seeing him. But when nine soon became ten after nine, your excitement slowly began to diminish.

He has never been late before, and you mean ever. Yes, he has shown up early but never late. And you know you shouldn’t assume anything, his fraternity is quite a distance away from your place and it’s the weekend so there might be traffic on the way here. But as ten minutes after nine soon became twenty then thirty, and then an hour, you couldn’t help but think you should text him to see if anything is wrong.

Taking your phone, you sent a quick message.

you: hey tae, it’s already ten and you aren’t here yet. is everything alright, are you okay?

You reread the message nearly a dozen times, making sure you weren’t sounding too clingy or nosy.

You waited for him, wondering if he was just caught up with something and was running late, very late. And you waited, and you waited, and you waited until midnight came, with not a single message from him.

That is when you gave up.

After cleaning up everything, emptying the untouched popcorn into the trash and pouring the full cups of now cold hot chocolates down the drain, you decided to just go to bed.

Lying down, phone in hand and scrolling through social media—Snapchat specifically, your heart fell into your stomach when seeing Taehyung’s icon on your screen. He uploaded something to his story. Your finger hovered over his profile picture, hesitant whether or not you should view it. But curiosity got the best of you and you clicked on it—and your heart dropped when seeing what he posted.

The first thing your eyes laid on was a video of him with his arm around a brunette girl and a red solo cup in hand, both of them singing along with the music playing in the background. The next thing was a photo of him kissing that same girl, and the next was more suggestive, showing his tongue literally going in her mouth.

The more you continued clicking through his story the more you felt your heart breaking.

Next thing you knew you were moving onto your—correction, his friends’ stories. First was Jimin, and the first thing you saw was a photo of just him but in the background you could see Taehyung sitting on a couch with the same girl, his lips on her neck and his hand up her shirt.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a sob suddenly came out of your mouth and a few droplets falling on your hand.

You turned off your phone completely and closed your eyes, hoping that sleep would take over but the image of Taehyung with that girl was practically burned into your mind.

That night you cried yourself to sleep.

Your best friend and the man you’re in love with would rather spend what was suppose to be your guys’ night with someone else.

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ANTI ROMANTIC - PJM

you could come across as the number one hater of the male species, but not when it came to jimin.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 3.4k+

warnings/tags — friends2lovers, fwb!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, teasing, reader is an anti-romantic, lots of ranting, reader confesses, making out, swearing, explicit smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhbitionism, pillow riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader is very put on the spot, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys) crying, creampie +more

a/n: what to do when the nation is in mourning? write jimin smut 💀 rest up queen elizabeth though, i remember when she came to my school and shook my hand after i gave her a bouquet of flowers 😭

You just wrapped up what you could only call the worst blind date known to mankind. The guy was smug and cocky: you could tell he probably had a thing for being better than women, and that right there was an immediate red flag for you.

Now sitting behind the wheel of your car, pure irritation evident on your face, all you could think about was how the fuck you could face Jimin after another failed blind date. That and the fact that you slept with Jimin a couple times but neither of you had the guts to really put a label on yourselves.

It was agreed your relationship with Jimin was strictly ‘no strings attached’, merely using each other as an output to deal with the stress of work. The two of you must’ve been stressed everyday since it seemed that was how often you both went at it.

“I’ve got a blind date tonight,” you tell him, entering his office to bother him as you usually did.

A blind date?

Jimin wasn’t expecting you to start dating people whilst sleeping with him on the down low. Was that how these things worked?

“You’re going on a date? Why?” He looks up from his desk, clearly confused about it since you always preached about how much you hated men and relationships.

You shrug, “I can’t keep sleeping with you for the rest of my life, eventually you’ll fall in love with someone else and want to get married and have kids.”

You weren’t wrong, Jimin did have all this planned for his future, but he never really saw some other girl with him. All these plans were made with the intention of doing them with you.

“Plus, it’s not like we’re together or anything, so I don’t see what’s stopping me.”

“Well…” he didn’t really know what to say. Does he suddenly confess now or never? If this blind date of yours was a success, he’ll never have the chance to tell you how he really felt, but you seemed really excited about it, he shouldn’t ruin that for you.

“I mean, are you sure you wanna go on a blind date? Kind of a big step for someone who hates relationships,” he says, cocking a brow at you sat opposite his desk.

You didn’t seem as concerned as he was, but then again, why did he care so much?

“Do you want me to give you hourly updates or something? Seems a bit much, Park,” you chuckle softly, failing to notice the inner conflict he was having. “Are you worried about me?”

“No, I’m just looking out for you,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes at your silly teasing. In all honesty, it felt like he was being replaced. “Whatever though, don’t come crying to me late at night when the date doesn’t go to plan.”

When you get home, you you contemplate on updating Jimin. A part of you wanted to send him a message but the other didn’t wanna hear him say ‘I told you so’ as he did many times before.

But fuck it.

you: are you at home?

jimin: yeah, why? you coming over? or you wanna meet somewhere else?

you: no, just make sure you’re home

With that final message sent, you change out of your date night clothes, opting for something more comfortable, but once you’re out of your dress, you look down at your bare body in nothing but intricate black lace (yes, you wore a set with the intention of getting laid tonight) and figured you’d keep it on.

For Jimin.

You throw on a long trench coat to cover up, shivering a little once the material is wrapped securely around your naked body. It was a risky game going out like this, but for some reason, you felt obligated to do this.

If he wanted to make you feel bad, you may as well look good whilst he did it.

The very moment you had texted Jimin, he had just come out the shower, clean and fresh. He re-read your message a couple times, trying to figure out why you were coming over all of a sudden. Was the date so great you wanted to gush about it to him? Or did it go so terribly you were about to rant as soon as you stepped in? Or possibly, were you coming over to fuck?

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and continued about his night, dressing loosely with a pair of sweatpants and no shirt.

Why wear so much if it was gonna come off anyway?

With that thought, three knocks were had at his door, and he had no doubt that it was you.

You were left waiting for a couple seconds, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor continuously until you were met with a very bare Jimin, forcing your incessant tapping to come to a halt and your breath to catch in your throat.

You eyed every inch of him; his perfectly sculpted v-line, the crevices of his abs, the simple, yet impacting ‘never mind’ tattoo adorning his ribs, and finally his face, which was slightly moist due to the droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair.

“Hi..” you say breathlessly, “Can I come in?”

Jimin caught you eyeing him up, but chose not to comment on it. Instead, he moves aside to let you in, “By all means.”

As you step inside, his eyes follow your form taking notice of the unusual outfit you were wearing. Heels with your legs bare, you must’ve been wearing a dress underneath the coat, but he couldn’t be certain, the damn coat was shielding away his curiosity.

“I’m guessing your date didn’t go well,” Jimin chuckles softly, closing the front door and turning to look at you, “Wanna talk about it over a drink?” Though it sounded like an open ended question, he didn’t wait for you to respond, already making his way into the kitchen to pull out two wine glasses.

“Listen…” you start, your voice low, yet loud enough for Jimin to hear. You’re stuck standing by the door, watching, him set the two glasses down on the marble counter. “I.. am a good girl,” you begin, trying not to sound stupid. “In school, I always followed the rules to the point where a lot of people actually hated me for it.”

The confusion on Jimin’s face was clear as day, and you knew he was about to interrupt you, but you continue to talk, raising your hand up towards him, “Let me finish,” you exhale, “I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17, probably because I hated the idea of it.”

What the hell were you talking about?

Jimin cocks a brow, leaving his position behind the counter to approach you, “Did I do something wrong?”

The man never hated you, nor did he think you were crazy to have such outlandish opinions on relationships (he understood where you were coming from) and sometimes it was annoying, but not annoying enough to push you away from him. At the end of the day, you were close friend to him.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you reassure him, stopping Jimin in his tracks. “I shouldn’t have gone on that blind date. It went horribly.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and Jimin remained as he was in case you were still speaking.

“This failed blind date, along with everything we’ve done together, made me realise I’m only ever genuinely happy when I’m with you. It’s pretty fun not having to fuck my pillow every night,” you say, your cheeks growing beet red at the confession. “And I think it’s safe to say that I don’t not want be in a relationship..”

Your eyes meet his and for the first time tonight, Jimin was speechless. He hadn’t said a word and at this moment, you were glad. “So…” your hands travel down to the belt tied around your waist, pulling on one end to loosen the knot and have the coat comfortably slip free down your shoulders, revealing the black strap of you bra draped over your shoulders.

Jimin knew what was coming. He was bracing himself for what you were about to do.

The trench coat finally hit the floor, pooling around your feet and his breath hitches. He raked his eyes up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. Flawless skin, perfect curves and a face so radiant, you were the only thing glowing under the dim light of his apartment.

“Woah,” is all he says, having no shame displaying the grin on his face. “You sure know how to flatter a man, Y/N,” Jimin shakes his head, as if disapproving your outfit, but really, the man was losing it inside.

He’s quick on his feet, steadily approaching your form and stopping in front of you, his eyes solemnly kept on you, “I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” he says, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek, gently smoothing his thumb across your skin. “How about we do something a little more fitting for your attire tonight?”

You didn’t bother processing his words, wasting no time in crashing your lips against his in an aggressive kiss, Jimin undoubtedly reciprocating and automatically wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.

His embrace wasn’t long lasting, hands moving down the small of your back to briefly graze the curve of your ass before settling behind your upper thighs, hoisting you up, “Jump,” Jimin mumbles against your lips, eliciting a short hum from you and you immediately oblige, wrapping your legs around your waist and he held onto you securely.

Not once did either of you break the kiss as he carried you towards his bedroom, but once in his bedroom, you pulled away to catch your breath. “I bet you do this with every girl you hook up with, huh?”

“Just you, sweetheart,” he smirks, responding with zero hesitation, gently laying you lie body on his mattress so he could cherish the sight of you.

A gorgeous, stunning, goddess.

“I bet your pillow’s gonna get bored now, huh?”

Your jaw drops, cheeks turning a slight hue of red from embarrassment. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him about that, now he’d be able to use it against you at any given opportunity. You prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head at the partly-naked man before you, “I bet my pillow can make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“You wanna test that theory out?” Jimin challenges, leaning over you to grab one of the many pillows on his bed, leaving it beside you. “Can your pillow make you cry? Can your pillow fuck you as good as I can?” He continues to list out all the things you both done together over the last few months, knowing full well the answer to all his questions were no.

He shifts his position to climb onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread far and wide to show you the tent straining against his sweatpants. “If it can, then show me,” he gestures towards the pillow and your almost at a loss for words.

He was gonna watch you get off, and you felt so belittled liking the idea of it.

You grab ahold of the pillow, fluffing it up a bit for your own comfort. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to touch me and you have to sit on the other side of your room,” you instruct him, pointing to the chair tucked under his desk.

Gosh, you were so bossy, but Jimin would do anything to make a princess happy.

“And you’re not allowed to come,” he warns you, pushing himself off the bed and towards his desk, pulling the chair out to face you before taking a seat, adjusting the boner in his pants before gesturing his chin towards you, encouraging you to make a start. “Go ahead, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

You take his previous position and lean back against the headboard, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs before him, giving him the perfect view of your soaked panties firmly pressing against you. You took your time, hovering your fingers over the damp material and briskly brushing over your clothed clit, triggering your body to shudder.

Knowing that wasn’t enough for you, you slipped your hand past the band of your panties, the pad of your fingers reaching to rub slow, drawn out circles over your sensitive clit. You didn’t need to do much, the mere sight of Jimin turning you on beyond measures.

Jimin was sat far across from you, his chin slightly raised as he watched you and his hand unknowingly palming the erection trapped between his legs and groaning. It hurt so bad he just pushed his sweatpants halfway down his thighs along with his boxers to free the painful erection. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off you as his fingers simultaneously wrapped around his hardening cock.

“Don’t work yourself up too much, you still have that pillow to attend to,” Jimin’s voice echoed through the room, almost missing your attention. You were getting carried away with your own fingers, you completely forgot about the pillow.

You groan and reach out for the pillow, now sitting up on your knees, and spreading your legs apart to make room for the pillow. The pillow was thick enough for you to have a firm hold on it, and as soon as you sunk down on it, the knock on effect of the material brushing over your heat left you whimpering.

Your reactions had Jimin squeezing on the base of his cock, revelling over how sensitive you were.

He loved it.

All you had to do was imagine the pillow was Jimin and you’d be good to go. It seemed effective once you started rocking your hips back and forth against the pillow, failing to contain your short, but sweet whimpers. Your hips would slow down every now and again, taking long, deep strokes to delay your orgasm as much as possible but it didn’t seem to work.

You looked up at Jimin who’s position was now slouched on the chair, steadily pumping his cock between his fists as he watched you.

“Don’t look at me..” you mumble shyly, shaking your head and looking down at the pillow that had already picked up your arousal, darkening the material slightly.

“Why not?” he chuckles breathlessly, repeatedly swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and smearing any and all the precum down the base. His eyes came to a shut in pure bliss as he picked up the pace of his wrist, his groans becoming low moans. All he could think about were your perfect pouty lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him off just right.

“Take the bra off, lemme’ see your tits.”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, flipping your hair to the side and reaching your hands back to unclasp your bra and let the straps fall seamlessly down your shoulders. Your nipples had hardened within seconds being exposed but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough, too busy rutting against the pillow.

“I can’t believe you let me go on a blind date,” you seethe, projecting your anger towards him and the pace of your hips, now struggling to keep yourself stable.

“We weren’t exactly together, I couldn’t stop you,” Jimin tries to reason with you, aggravation evident in his tone as he mercilessly fucked his fist. He was close, and from the way your body was jerking, he knew you were close too.

It took the man everything and more to still his hand along his member and stand up from his chair, walking over to you with a sly smirk on his face.

“On your stomach, raise your hips. And tell me, what do you think about when you fuck your pillow?”

You whine and force yourself to pull the pillow from between your legs, leaving it elsewhere as you positioned yourself like he’d asked.

“I think about you..” you whisper, “I think about your tongue— your hands all over me.” You hesitate to say more, but you knew that if you really wanted that orgasm, you had to spill. “I think about milking your cock every night, even before we started fucking,” you cry, pushing yourself back against him. The lack of attention to your weeping cunt was playing up with you, “And I love when you tease me— God, I fucking love it.”

Jimin grins, grabbing ahold of your hips and firmly rutting against you from behind, “Mhm, I’ll give you all that and more,” he smiles contently, positioning the head of his cock at your slick hole, teasing you a little before finally pushing into you and eliciting a low ‘fuck’ from his end.

The air is knocked out of lungs much quicker than you expected, the stretch catching you off guard, even though it wasn’t the first time you’d taken him like this; a clear indication you were yet to get used to his size.

“Been thinking about keeping you all to myself,” he admits, short of breath as he looked down between where your body’s met, “Just had to take my time with you. huh?”

Jimin’s words were going through one ear and out the other. All you could hear was his low grunts and your strained moans. “Oh my God— Jimin,” you force out, your half lidded eyes rolling to the back of your head as your poor cunt took him whole.

“No other man can make you feel as good as I can,” he retorts cockily, digging his nails into your hips once he feels your walls greedily squeeze around him. The action makes the pace of his hips falter, but he’s quick to get back on top of it, “Make sure you fucking remember that.”

You nod diligently. You already knew that his words were the truth and the way he was putting it into practice was taking over your being, almost brainwashing you.

You do him the favour of arching your back a little more, giving Jimin all the more room to hold onto you, but it seemed like he had other plans, using this opportunity to pull out and forcing you turn around to lie on your back. You couldn’t say anything, his arms hooking under your knees to push them up towards your chest before swiftly pushing into you again, thrusting at a pace so ungodly, you were sure you couldn’t handle it.

“Too much, Jimin!” you gasp, turning your head away from him to shield your embarrassing state.

He was quick to notice and grabbed ahold of your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him and he continued to fuck you at his torturous pace, rolling his heels deeper into you, “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

You couldn’t imagine what you looked like right now, but Jimin could safely say you looked like every man’s wet dream. Your fucked out state had his cock twitching between your soft walls, and you couldn’t help but clench around him, giving him that final push to reach his high.

“I’m close..” you breathe out, shaking your head in a bid to ease yourself of your coming orgasm, but Jimin was adamant on having your full, undivided attention.

“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he says, releasing your knees from its contraption only to have your legs dangle over his shoulders as he brought his thumb down to circle over your clit and using it as leverage to push you towards your orgasm.

And that seemed to do the job. A string of curses fell from your lips as you completely broke down on him, a sheen layer of white making an appearance between your legs which only became more prominent once Jimin slowed down. A visible mix of white had coated his cock as he continued to slowly fuck you in a bid to help you calm down.

Jimin’s jaw fell slack once he decided to pull out of you, leaving a trail of white behind him as he fell to lie beside you,

You both finally established this was more than just a mutual fuck; it was an open-ended gateway for the pair of you to become something more.

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In Your Dreams

☽ pairing: incubus husband!seokjin x wife!reader

☽ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

☽ synopsis: Seokjin creates nightmares on the daily and All Hallows Eve is no different. However, when he accidentally drops into your dreams upon his return home, he’s surprised by what he finds.

☽ wc: 2.5k

☽ warnings: cursing, incubus!jin, consensual somnophilia, f. masturbation, mention of voyeur!jin, multiple orgasms (f), fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, marking (biting, hickeys, scratching), breast play, impreg kink, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, tiny lactation kink, belly bulge (I’m sorry), creampie

☽ an: i took some liberties with the incubus since seokjin is monogamous and instead causes nightmares for energy

☽ date: October 2, 2021

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the gravitational pull of the moon can be very strong for younger planets 🌙

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 4.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 10,286

warnings for this chapter (!) one-night stand, semi-intoxicated sex, kissing, groping, ass man jin is back, oral (f receiving), protected sex (missionary), fingering, unprotected sex (doggy), multiple orgasms, minor spanking, oc likes it kind of hard, mild dirty talk 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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yoongi’s interlude: dal segno (m) (3tan) | myg

title: yoongi’s interlude: dal segno pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst, fluff, implied smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: dal segno—used as a direction in music to return to the sign that marks the beginning of a repeat. note: it is here! a little later than planned but hey, let’s go!! thank y’all for waiting and thank you for being so supportive throughout this whole process. let this be a little gift from me before 3tan9 drops, which will be an even bigger present when it’s done<33 note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, read that first (specifically basketball, stay, sidewalk talk, friends, and dalo.) this will be easier to read after that!  warnings: multiple time switches due to flashbacks, cursing, yoongi pov, tense situations, penetrative sex, implied sex, minor scuffle, mentions of blood, threats, punches, angst, yoongi has a lot going on in his mind :((, jimin is a real one, actually everyone in here is<3 drop date: september 23rd, 10:50pm est word count: 9.7k 

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Another breath.

Another day. 

Filled with the same plaguing thoughts as the last.

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iii. It's really you, then.

iv. Little girl

V. Excuse me , Mister