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seven | jeon jungkook

hi anon :3 i hope this scratches a good part to you, i haven't written in a while so it feels good to be able to again. inbox is forever opened when taking requests!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader [plus size suggestive]

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 3.2k

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): slow burn into a bit of a quick fall. reader is plus sized and jungkook is obsessed with her thighs. writing these warnings before writing the smut, but expect it to be nasty.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: this is just sinful. fic below keep reading also stream seven, that's the theme < 3!

it was on thursday when heuning kai had pointed out to you that jungkook was on his third visit of the week. you had been working for tomorrow x together since their debut, forming friendships amongst the five members. it was the promotion for their name chapter: temptation comeback and you had been responsible for tending to their makeup and hair for most of their shoots. "i mean, he visits often but he never sticks around to monitor. he hasn't done that in a while," kai whispered to you, smiling and thanking you for finishing his look for his part of the shoot.

you considered what he was saying to be absolute bullshit, convinced that jungkook just wanted to motivate them through the shoot. plus, he had been here for his own scheduling. you cleaned your section in the meantime, using the mirror to sneak glances at the man while he chatted with the stylist. mm.. . the tattoos. you overheard them discussing a possible cut to the hair that had grown to his shoulders. "and what do you think?" zara, one of the other stylists that had come from overseas, asked you. you hadn't even managed to notice that nicole trailed in, discussing with the other stylists about his vision.

jungkook had halted his discussion, turning from the lead stylist and nicole to look in your direction. you decided it was time to stop looking at him through the reflection of the mirror and to face him head on, leaving your station to head to zara's in which he'd been the closest to. "think of what?"

"what's your name?" he asked you, giving no cares about the conversation he had just sparked. you told him your name, a smile on his face with a satisfied. "i'm jungkook, but you can just call me jk if you want."

"and we were discussing you possibly taking the opportunity to be his stylist for his upcoming promotions with seven," zara said.

that's where it started. on the regular, you would step down and allow someone else to assist the lead stylist for tomorrow x together and became the lead stylist for jungkook. you still would work with them full time, but this was an opportunity to upgrade your position in the world of styling. it would look good on your resume. every thursday, you would leave your typical quarters and work with jungkook during his calvin klein promotions.

"keeping the hair long was an amazing job, the camera loves him," one of the editors said as you watched on the sidelines with your makeup kit in your hand. he was right, jungkook had been set on cutting his hair, but you expressed that it looked better with it long.

"i have a different opinion," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair underneath the sink. it was your third thursday working with jungkook and the tension had been high ever since the first meeting.

"are you admitting that you find me attractive?" he asked with a soft grin on his lips, big eyes looking up at you as you ran your fingers across his scalp. "tell me that you don't want me to cut it and i won't." he said softly and a part of you hated that it had just been the two of you in the salon. you could feel the innocent tingle of his fingertips dancing up your thighs, a teasing tongue poking from his lips.

"don't cut it." you smiled, running the faucet over his locks.

"how was that? was that the last take?" jungkook asked, removing the jacket and allowing his upper body to be engulfed in the cold air. another worker on the styling had assisted him with a handheld fan and a bottle of water. you ran the sharp ended comb through his hair, detangling his temporary mess of locks with it. he looked over you and you remained focused, hoping that you'd be able to go home after this.

the director of the shoot had considered it wraps since he had most of the shots that he wanted. heading outside, your phone had pinged as you took a seat on the bench.

zara:

i'm unable to pick you up. got caught in traffic heading back to seoul. so sorry 😢

you sighed, searching through your messages for another friend to pick you up if he had been free from his schedule. you had been granted access to use the private exit and entrance since sasaengs had been at an all time high.

"what are you doing here still?" a voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized that it was jungkook.

"oh... a friend of mine isn't able to pick me up anymore," you looked from your phone to see that someone had responded to your cry of help.

"i can take you home. i didn't ride the bike today," he rubbed at the back of his neck, chuckling. you had no thoughts about it -- jungkook was well and capable enough to get you home. you shoved your phone in your pocket and rolled your makeup cart behind you.

"so.. have you eaten anything?" he asked, opening up your passenger door. he grabbed the cart from your hands and popped the trunk to his mercedes, putting the cart inside with ease.

"i had some lunch earlier before arriving the shoot, so i'm not hungry." you said, smiling softly. your stomach had grumbled, causing you to place your hand over it. jungkook snorted, looking over your figure before to his car.

"we can grab something if you want, i'm pretty hungry too." you scanned over his attire and had seen that he had most likely finished getting dressed from the shoot. he wore a sleeveless shirt, hair swiped back with a headband and comfortable sweats. even his tennis shoes looked expensive. you could tell that his hair was a little drenched and figured that since so-hee had come to the shoot today.

"sure, that's fine." you said, smiling and climbing into his car. he closed the door behind you and soon joined you in the driver's seat, starting the car and exiting the private parking garage. the car ride was silent, listening to his curated spotify playlist. you had to admit that most of his choices in music were immaculate, silently adding them to your playlist.

it was about a 25 minute drive when jungkook pulled over to a restauraunt that had been so hidden that he had to point it out to you. the entrance was private and two guards stood over the doors whenever they closed. you had been a bit nervous, under the impression that it would be more than a quick bite to eat.

"i'm not kidnapping you, i promise. i just eat here so often so now they're used to my license plate number," he chuckled. "we can grab it and go."

"no, it's.. fine. i've never been here," you said with a smile, letting out a slow exhale to cool your nerves. "but tell me, jeon," you turned to rest your elbow on the console. "what.. is going on?"

"what do you mean?" he leaned back, leaning his head towards the ceiling. he closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh only to turn his head to you. "you're bad at taking hints, you know?" he said to you, causing you to freeze and remain silent. "i was camping out with txt for 5 days straight before you even started to notice me."

"i did notice you," you said, blinking your eyes.

"yeah, but did you notice the flowers on your desk this morning? or what about the extra yogurt cup that you like to eat? in the fridge?" he said. he smiled to you and you thought over -- a vase of flowers did end up on your desk yesterday morning and you figured that it had been love from your old crew missing you on thursday's.

"those were... from you?" you asked. he nodded his head and you chuckled.

"we better go in to grab our food. it's getting close to 6 and i have a studio session at 9." he stated, pursing his lips with a soft smile. you had felt a bit bad missing all the chances when he'd come to hang with txt or the flowers on your desk. he turned the car off and soon met you around to open your door for you.

it had been two weeks since that event and that night had never left your mind. how nice he was, paying for both of your meals and walking you inside to help you with your makeup cart. every morning after that, you tried your best to give jungkook as much attention as he had once given you, but you had to be smart about it.

there was small words of affirmation you'd give him during work when fixing his hair or his makeup, causing him to chuckle and return them. it wasn't until two months after that he had asked you to come to his studio session to lend him advice as you had done being his stylist. you arrived much later after the time that he had asked, confirming through text that his producers and team had left and it would be just you two.

it would appear unprofessional to his team for you to arrive during his private schedule. so you requested it to be just like this. you pushed the door open, sliding in with your makeup cart after your shift.

"hey, you made it." he said, getting out of his chair to greet you with a warm hug. he took ahold of your makeup cart and moved it to the corner of his room. "i just got done with the ramen. are you hungry?"

you went to answer and he hesitated. "don't lie to me, either."

"i could eat, yeah," you chuckled, taking a seat at his comfortable couch. jungkook carefully handed you the ramen and there you two would talk over your day. it wasn't until past midnight that jungkook had grown frustrated, slightly removing the headphones and exiting the booth. you looked up from your phone, placing it on the side. "you alright?"

"i'm just hitting a brick wall with the bridge," he slid into the chair and started to type at his computer. you could see him rearranging the tracks, deleting and adding things to it. "i'm fuckin' over it, you wanna go home?"

you sat up straight at the sudden suggestion of leaving, scanning over the room for your makeup cart. "i can go if you need some alone time, absolutely."

you could watch the expression on jungkook's face changed, realizing that you wouldn't actually mind going. he stood up to protest against your actions, grabbing your hand softly and demanding your attention.

"don't leave. that was a dumb suggestion," he smiled and you laughed, placing your hand on your hip. "you look pretty tonight, your lip gloss is.."

you couldn't help but to gulp, standing up straight and looking around the room. "zara bought me a lip gloss for our friendship anniversary so i've been wearing it."

it was almost like he had nothing that you said. "can i kiss you?" he asked, his eyes focused on nothing but your lips. you licked over your bottom lip, taking the chance to glance at his lips. you nodded your head slowly, stabilizing yourself so you wouldn't pass out. you didn't need to, jungkook had already gripped your thighs and admired how thick they felt in the pair of jeans you wore today.

his mouth was soft against yours, hands sliding and gripping at your hips as he took bold steps to get you against the wall. you had been breathless, his mouth moving to leave tender kisses at your jaw. he was gentle in his movements, nudging your chin with his head to get more access so he could suck on your neck. it was impossible to breathe during moments like this, his hand rubbing up your breast to grip your neck.

"you gotta breathe for me baby, or i won't let you," he whispered, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. before you could even comprehend what he just told you, his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. he kissed you one last time, teasing your tongue with his own before pulling from you. "fuck," he said, re-adjusting himself in his pants before stepping out to take the call. you wanted to pretend so bad you didn't see that curve.

you were thankful for the break towards your own self, adjusting your breathing and taking a seat back on the couch. of course, you and jungkook had done nothing but the casual flirting and after your first lunch together, you had noticed that he was persistent in his attraction to you. zara had noticed it first, but you never thought to pay attention to it.

it had been seven weeks since that night in the studio.

nothing had changed .. well, not that drastically. the two of you agreed that it was extremely unprofessional what had gone on during his studio session, noting that there is privacy inside but anyone could've walked in and caught you two. you both had agreed to cease all things for the better of privacy.

"keep talking to me, you know that i love that shit," jungkook grunted against your ear, hands prying your legs open so that he could continue to dig you out solely with the power of his fingers. his free hand teased at your thigh, getting a good feel of it bare. wearing that skirt was a plus. the movie that you two had started up in the background had simply meant nothing. not when you had been on the brink of an orgasm and not when jungkook was hard as rock in his pants. it meant nothing to the sweet moans that he craved to hear, teasing into you before anything. "you're squeezing me so tight baby," he pulled away from sucking the skin at your collarbone. "it's just my fingers." he whispered against your thigh, scissoring his fingers into your heat whilst sucking on the skin.

the movie had still been going on when your phone rang for the second time, jungkook granting you a break while you tended to it. "it's zara, girl i have to tell you the tea about this boy i just went on a date with!" you sighed, wanting to roll your eyes but than remembering that she was to tell you every detail. "zara, it's a bad time right now-"

jungkook had resumed his ministrations to your neck, easing his fingers back into you so that he could grant you a reward. it drove you nuts when he started to hump into you, providing special attention to the hard on that he'd been accompanying for the majority of this makeout session. he had never demanded too much of you, just to feel good and sound pretty for him. he was doing that now, making sure to remain quiet through the disappointed sound of zara's voice. "30 minutes? i can.. i can definitely give you a call back in 30 minutes."

and so it was, your phone flying from your hands onto the couch and back into jungkook's hair as he helped you reached your orgasm. you fiddled around his sweats now, hoping to get a taste of what he'd been withholding from you. "no, maybe another time. i know what i want to do with you, right now."

he climbed from your being and pull his sweats down, calvin klein underwear withholding his hard on. you can tell that he was thick in girth, a curve revealing itself close the tip. you licked over his lips and he chuckled, a breathy request to never give him that look again.

"you're a great klein boy," you said with a chuckle as he grabbed your hands to pull your hands to get you to be on top of him. your panties had still been around your left ankle, but he was impatient.

"and you're my beautiful girl. can you ride me now?" he asked and you blushed. you put your hands on the back of the couch as he rubbed his tip against your entrance. you leaned forward to chew on his earlobe as you sunk down on him, a soft moan filling his ears as he bottomed out in you.

"..fucking.. you'll be the death of me," he whimpered into your breast, biting at your shirt and using his hands to cup your ass. with his strength, he began to lift and drop you, literally bouncing you up and down his thick and curvy dick. you were wet in an instant, creaming if you had been given the chance and full on sucking jungkook's neck.

his head was thrown back against the sofa, eyes rolling to the ceiling as you squeezed him. "so fucking tight, so creamy baby," he praised you, licking stripes at your neck. he massaged your ass with his hands once you started to bounce on his toes, thumb circling a special area before softly plunging in.

"baby, fuck.." you lowered your head on his shoulders, sitting down fully before rocking your hips back and forth. it was insane that the two of you co-existed throughout the week as total strangers and on the seventh day of every week, he'd fuck your brains out. of course there was romance, sneaky kisses in the makeup room when no one had been around and texts of "i miss you's" being exchanged. but nothing compared to the feeling you'd get when hearing the sound of your sofa screech because he'd been dogging you out. nothing compared to how desperate he'd become when trying to get both you and his nut.

the sweet nothings was more than somethings when you orgasmed around him and he filled you up, rocking into you until he softened and was for sure that you'd be full of his cum. it was sinful, the connection that you two had created.

you placed your hands on his chest and caught your breath, continuing to rock your hips with your bottom lip between your teeth. "you wan' some more?" jungkook asked, pulling your top over your body while doing the same to his own clothes. "you don't get enough of me, do you?"

he asked, unclipping your bra with one hand before taking a nipple into his mouth. he had angled his bottom while doing so, thrusting his hips into your heat as though you didn't milk him dry. you were down for the challenge though - the challenge of pure overstimulation and which one of you would be the one to call it quits first.

"want me to clear my schedule tonight for you?" he asked after giving you a quick trip to poundtown. the two of you had been in your bed, cuddled up underneath the covers after a fresh bath.

"you've taken off the past two days. this is usually just a sunday thing." you brought up.

"what if i want this to be more than a sunday thing, hm?" he kissed at your forehead. there was a look in your eyes that he had never seen you give before. "i like spending time with you, outside of the sex. you know you mean more to me than that."

"yeah?" you asked him, placing a kiss over his lips.

"i'd like to be with you seven days out of the week if i could," he said, sliding his mouth over yours. before you know it, you'd been on your back and hands encased in his.

seven days a week didn't sound too bad.

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dearsonyeondan · 1 year

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Hey, can I request smth or is it not a good time rn????

requests open. ♡

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dearsonyeondan · 1 year

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I read good to you & it was soooooo good 👍

thank you so much! 🥰

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updates / communication

more stories coming soon, trying to work through this recent burnout and coming through it. i have so many ideas (and inboxes to respond to) that i am so excited about! how are you guys doing? i want to encourage you to put your ideas in the inbox! for those that have, anonymous or not, i will be responding to them! redoing the masterlist as well!

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dearsonyeondan · 1 year

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🧃 hello, im kore! i like drawing bangtan and backgrounds 🐾

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dearsonyeondan · 1 year

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Yoongi. His recent airport pics 😩.

Okay thank you for writing off my ideas I've loved every one so far.

I thought to keep it simple, home alone together established relationship doing Yoongi's favorite thing sleep. While he can sleep all day she can't so she's trapped under his arm while he's snores slightly she begins playing with his bottom lip, nose, etc before placing soft kisses to wake him up hand under his top going lower getting a reaction outta him. While all of what she's doing is "Soft" Yoongi isn't known for being soft in bed. Hopefully this will do

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hi renae! you're such a dedicated reader and you have my inbox full of so many ideas. people love them and i'm pleased that you trust me to write them. this sinful piece is for you!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: min yoongi x reader [plus size suggestive]

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.5k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): this is pure sin. porn without plot, slight somnophilia, sloppy heda, ball sucking, dirty talk, doggy style, spitting, suggestive anal, big dick yoongi, hint of impreg + yoongi wants to be a dead, creampie [please never do this unless you're prepared for the consequences].

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: this is just sinful. fic below keep reading.

It was abrupt when you’d woken from your sleep, the soft breathing in your ear tickling you right out of your sleep. You knew it was none other than Yoongi who’d been too close to your ear, accommodating yourself to where he wasn’t breathing right down your ear canal. The moonlight crept through the windows so the view of his face was the highlight of being trapped underneath his arm.

He’d been working out, a thought to yourself as you reached to squeeze his muscle. You cooed at how hard he’d been sleeping though, deep rumbling in his chest and messy locks from traveling all day. The flight had been exhausting and of course it was for business, but he’d rather stay with you than in the hotel amongst the rest of the staff who would celebrate their time in the states.

You tried to budge underneath his arm, realizing that he was so deep in his sleep that moving would be impossible until he insisted on waking up around 8 am. It was 3 am in the morning and you were sure that you’d be up for a few more hours. You grumbled, mentally spanking yourself for trapping yourself in this position. You’d count sheep for the next hour and a half until you realized that it wouldn’t work either.

He hasn’t shifted a move and you so against waking him up that you endured the numbing feeling of being trapped underneath his soft and warm body. You admired his features and ran your finger over his smooth lips — surprised of their lack of chafing even though he’d been sleep for hours. His hair was in a ponytail, a few strands here and there covering his features. God, this man was beautiful and he was wrapped around all ten of your fingers. No matter how long you’d been with him — 2 years in a few weeks — you would never get over him.

Him. His entire being. His everything. You placed a kiss at his collarbone in admiration to the soft skin that he took care of. You kissed underneath his chin and your hand found themselves seeking warmth in his boxers. You worshipped him while he slept, something that he often did to you and all your skin. He’d tug and rub at your belly more than you’d sometimes be comfortable with just to show you how much he loved you. All of you.

“I’m starting to think you have a thing for somnophilia,” Yoongi purred, deep focusing hitting right along your ear since you’d been occupying yourself with light kisses at his neck. You giggled and immediately felt thankful that he turned on his back, rubbing his left hand down your back and the right through his hair.

“I was just thinking of how much I love you. I didn’t mean to wake you,” You said, stretching out and sitting up in bed. It felt good to be free, that was one thing you’d known.

“You woke me up alright,” He said, trying to contain and hide his boner underneath the covers. There was a slight flush at his cheeks as the two of you made eye contact. He tongued the inside of his cheek as his eyes danced over your body. He especially loved your breasts, wanting nothing more than to suck on the nipple for hours upon hours.

It was amazing the bond that you two shared. You needed to say nothing to understand that there was a mutual yearning between the two of you. You came from underneath the covers and swooped your braids behind your back, tugging the covers in eager fashion just to get your lips around him. His breathing picked up at the idea of you gulping him down like he was the key to dehydration.

You were quick to seal and pucker your lips around the tip of his member once you got the boxers down, a moan sounding throughout your throat at just how good he could taste. Min Yoongi was the upgrade from all your past men. He was the perfect combination of thick and long with the hint of a curve. He tapped against the back of your throat and the sound that had met your ears was enough to cause you to rub your thighs together.

“You’re a sin,” He mumbled, daring to make eye contact with the Goddess who had him on his back and grabbing at the sheets. “This your way of apologizing for waking me up? You know I’ve got business in the morning.” He placed his hand at the back of your neck, massaging your scalp and collecting as many braids as he could before pulling himself out of your throat.

You didn’t miss the way his thighs shook, tongue out your mouth as you disobeyed the simple instruction to let him breath and went to tickle his balls with your tongue. “Fucking..” He mumbled, throwing his head back as your hand eased the ache of his growing member.

Okay, maybe you were a little dick hungry. It’d been some weeks since you’d seen him and watching him through Twitter and personal FaceTime calls could not compare to the feeling of him being buried in your gut. Oh, if only his fans knew that half the things said about him were right. With the helpful guide to your head from your braids had he pulled you up to place a wet kiss at his mouth, tongue swirling and hitting your cheeks as if you didn’t keep his pre-cum warm.

“I should fuck the shit out of you,” He whispered against your lips, his dick thumping against your breasts. You pressed your breasts up against it just to tease him, wondering if he was going to cum before he even got inside you.

He knew the challenge and chuckled, sitting up to almost flip you over before you whined. “I need you right now, Yoon.”

“What if I’m hungry?” He asked, tilting his head and using the hand that captured your braids to slide down around your neck. “You wanna eat my dick up but I can’t eat you? Selfish girl..” He placed another kiss at your lips, the short sounds of losing your breath pleasing him.

You gasped for air when he let your throat go, tossing you to the side like a rag doll. It didn’t matter if you weren’t the skinniest girl, Yoongi manhandled you as much as he liked in bed. He’d put your ass up, spanking it several times until you could feel the juices seeping from your panties onto your lips. “Wet already? You need it?”

You nodded your head, gasping once he used his hand to press your face into the pillow. “Lose the arch and you lose your orgasm, sweetheart.”

No matter how many times you’d had it, nothing prepared you for the sweet stretch and sting that came along with it. He was barely in and you felt full — Full of him and soon full of his nut. He’d discarded himself of his shirt and placed his hands alongside your hips, shoving the rest of himself in with a grunt. “Ooh shit,” you cooed, rocking back to adjust to feeling him that deep.

What started off as slow thrusts turned into needy pounding. He needed you as much as you needed him. You could tell when you felt the saliva from him drooling at the sight of your ass and you two meeting hitting your puckered hole. He’d been wanting it there for a while, but settled for his thumb curving in as deep as it could.

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall would piss your neighbors off for sure, but you both needed to nut. He snatched you up by your braids and whispered filthy nothings into your ear, hand coming around to rub at your belly. He grabbed your pudge to pound harder and faster, your eyes rolling as you could feel the orgasm about to hit you like a train.

“Fill me up, Yoongi, please!” You cried out, his nose pressed against your neck as his hips faltered. Had you wanted a baby? You wouldn’t mind with Yoongi.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He said, giving you four more thrusts before he let you drop against the bed with his body followed after. He grinded his nut into you, promising that you’d make a beautiful mother if there was a consequence to this action.

“Hush, boy. I’ll make you a father seriously,” You said as he started to pull out, using his fingers to stuff the cum that leaked out back into you. He laughed with his whole chest, eyes crinkling as he tucked himself into his boxers.

“I’d love to take off work to have a family with you,” He said once he fell on his back, allowing you to snuggle up to him. “Let me sleep woman. You know I can go again,” He said as you rubbed your hand over his boxers. The twitch and throb that followed after let you know he was serious. For now, the two of you reassured each other of your love before you’d doze off.

Into a comfortable position, this time.

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dearsonyeondan · 1 year

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Hey! I love your writing! It’s amazing! It’s wonderful to see more representation of bigger girls with the bts fanfic community! So thank you! 💜

I would like to request a college au with Jimin. Jimin is the hot popular athlete and reader is kinda invisible to everyone. They meet and Jimin likes her. But people don’t like it and start to make up these rumours about them both (more so the reader). So reader breaks things off to save Jimin.

Please and thank you! Love your work! 💜

hi anon! thank you for your kind words! i'm so thankful that you enjoy the works i put out. i hope this met your satisfaction as much as possible. readers, caution ahead -- this is a heart jerker. buckle up. . . should i expand on this into a part 2? hm!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: soccer player + barista!jimin x plus size reader

꒰ ꒱ rating: pg

꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.7k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): suggested themes, jimin and reader have a past, blonde jimin should be warning enough he's too fine, harsh words to jimin that reader does not mean, unfinished business of an ending.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! this is unedited. work below keep reading!

Looking out the window, you watched as campus had been clearing out from the current short term break that was being offered. Christmas was around the corner and due to the storm in your hometown, you'd be spending it on campus alone. There wasn't too much to complain about, however. Your father had done a good job of making sure that you were in a nice apartment where you could bounce between being an introvert and extrovert at the same time. You kept to yourself and often stood out amongst many like a sore thumb. You only had yourself to blame for being interested in going to a PWI and managing to accomplish such with a full academic ride.

Your best friend had been on a plane, so there was nothing left to do besides put on something decent besides your sweat and t-shirt combo of pajamas. Out of your closet, you managed to pull out a hoodie and jean jacket combo with dark ripped jeans and comfortable converse. Your curls had been doing amazing throughout the pre-winter and current fall weather, so a low slicked bun was your go-to. A cafe had been in your interests, so you packed a tote bag with your laptop and some headphones with the idea of premeditated peace.

Pulling your car into a parking spot, you exited while keeping your head low of the other surrounding students who had been up here for a reason gone undetermined by you. It was much quieter inside, but your blood ran cold when you saw Park Jimin. He was...not supposed to be here at this time. Behind the counter with his blonde locks and fitted apron, serving up hot coffee to some hot bimbo with his attractive smile. You were next in line -- not that he'd know because he was too busy smucking it up with the campus sweetheart slash whor-

"__," The sound of his name will never not cause you to freeze. You tried to find somewhere to look - Ah, the menu. "Are you here for your usual caramel macchiato with two pumps of brown sugar and mocha drizzle?" You looked to him with panic, surprise that he remembered. It wasn't that he was cold, but he was different from the last time you'd seen him.

"You're the most warm thing in the room," He said while holding you from the back, trying to catch his breath from the fresh release that both you and him had come down from. Naked and underneath your comforter, he might've been right.

"The air conditioning is on auto, i could turn it on," You said, turning to him and snuggling against him. You looked up from his marked chest and into his eyes, a smile on your features. Of course, he didn't want you to leave the bed. You could feel that in the grip that he had around your waist. Plus size or not, Park Jimin knew how to handle you in all the right ways. Your hands danced throughout his dark curls and he closed his eyes, basking in you and everything that you meant to him.

You remembered when the two of your first interacted. It was an accident, getting jammed in that elevator. He was known all around campus for his many talents and being a heartthrob of course. You hated closed spaces and nothing more than being trapped in that elevator, but he made sure to keep you comfortable that entire time.

You interacted two more times after that, both of them being accidental. The third time was when you'd been one of the only students in the library during Thanksgiving. Of course, he had been horsing around with some girl but you couldn't deny that the sly smile on his features was enough to distract you from the red lipstick that was on the collar of his shirt.

"Are you going to walk home this late?" He asked, the instant regret that you felt coursing through your veins wishing that you'd decided to drive instead of tag along with your study buddy. You nodded your head, gathering your belongings with a smile at your features. His stare lingered and it made you feel a little uncomfortable in the best way? Your cheeks warming over and it wasn't the heater blasting through the air conditioning. "Let me take you home. The temperature is dropping outside."

"You don't have to. I'm around the block from here and I'd rather not be in debt." You slung your backpack over your shoulder, shuffling your hands inside your hoodie before you'd given him a warm smile. He missed it though, too busy checking out the curves that had been hidden underneath your sweater. Plus size and all -- He couldn't keep his eyes off you. "Excuse me," You said, moving past him with the intention of brushing past him and making your way home.

You'll never forget how his hands felt. While they were pleasuring you or his thumb lodged in your mouth to apply pressure to your tongue. The way he knew how to pleasure you just about in every part of your body -- places that you forget to even consider when it came to pleasure.

You'll never forget when the rumors kicked up. The slight speculation about the glances he'd deliver to you when he was on the soccer field after making a goal or catching you roaming around the common ground area when he was with his friends. It was hard to deny that there had been something going on when he was a little too drunk and almost kissed you when you'd gone to one of your first and last campus parties.

You'll never forget the online bullying that you suffered from. People had thought that Jimin was only dealing with you because he'd been behind in a class or was participating in some sort of bet. Accusations of your weight and off guard pictures of you doing something just as regular as eating. No, you won't forget how the dance team surrounded you in the alleyway of your apartment while dropping your trash off and threatened to have you expelled if you continued to associate with him. Not even just yourself, but getting Jimin removed from his throne on campus and shunning him out. Knowing that he wanted a future in entertainment, you couldn't let that happen.

So you ghosted.

"Can you hurry up? I'm in a bit of a rush here," Someone said behind you said, causing you to snap from your old reality and into your current reality. You nodded your head and ordered exactly what he said, pressing your hand into your forehead as you'd gone to sit by the window. You continued to hear Jimin's sweet giggle and it was becoming all too much.

You stood from the table and mentally said fuck it, exiting the shop without your coffee. It was ridiculous how much you couldn't tell him the truth, but reputations needed to be protected.

"Hey, you left without your coffee!" Jimin said, grabbing your arm lightly which caused you to turn around. The regret of smelling his sweet cologne and a soft smile to match. You took your coffee without a word, shaking your head to actually shake him from your brain. "Why do you keep avoiding me?"

"It's better this way. Okay?" You spat at him, furrowing your brows and avoiding his expression. You could tell from the slump of his shoulders and darkened expression that he wasn't pleased. He'd tame your attitude on a regular last year with orgasms behind orgasms that made you forget how to even form an attitude. It was different now. "Can you move from in front of my car? I need to leave."

"No."

"What?"

"I said no, __," Jimin folded his arms over his chest, ignoring the surrounding reactions from strangers that were close enough to hear it. You looked to him as though he'd lost his rabbit ass mind.

"You're crazy." You said, half of your body in your car and half of it out.

"I never took you as a selfish person, but I'm finding out that you are." He spat. Your expression of surprise faltered more than you'd like to admit and your eyes swelled. Selfish? You? "How could you disappear on me after making me...Did you just want to use me for my status?"

You scoffed aloud, not even believing that he believed what he'd been accusing you of. Of course, you had take into consideration the rumors that were being spread and the fact that people were fat-shaming and threatening to have the both of you expelled. Both of your futures had been at stake and it was your decision to simply make all that go away. "You might want to watch your mouth or you might find out something that's true," This was the only way.

"I didn't use you for your status. You were nothing but an amazing orgasm after a hard day of doing something you could never do. You've had a full ride access to everything in your life, so excuse me for wanting to relieve stress with the campus dick that was already being talked about. You were a good fuck, never anything more to me, Jimin. Isn't that what guys like you do to girls?" You tilted your head with a smirk, eyes overspilling. You couldn't control them. "Why do you care? Get back to serving your coffees and while you're doing that, remember the position you'll never have again in my life."

Despite the crack of your voice at your last few words, it was impactful enough for him to chuckle and nod his head. He lowered his head and covered his mouth area, processing the words that probably did more damage than you ever intended to do. You swallowed thickly, wondering why you'd been waiting here for him to respond. Why?

Nothing was said though. He looked around, suffering from embarrassment that you could only come up with as being rejected from a fat girl. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, watery eyes looking at you one last time before he sniffed and walked off.

The entire car ride home had been full with nothing but silence and your occasional sobbing. You promised yourself to contain it as best as you could, eyes flickering to the coffee cup that had been in its respectful cupholder. Something in your heart ached and you just wished that it would get easier as the hours passed on. That coffee rested in your kitchen and the intuitive part of you knew..

You had broken Jimin's heart.

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“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.

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No words,

Knj, long term love confession 😤🤌

not sure if i grasped this request right, so if you're not satisfied please let me know so i can do it the right way! thank you for being patient!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: quarterback namjoon x introvert!plus size reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.5k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): suggested themes, his hand is in her panties, head over heels reader, introverted reader, sexy kim namjoon, orgasm denial (for the reader i'm such a tease i know).

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy!

it was annoying.

the traffic that surged around campus during friday nights was in no doubt due to football season. you hadn’t been a sports lover yourself, but your friend had done her best to make the cheerleading team and you promised you’d make it to her first game.

promises were something you were regretting to keep.

it took you 25 minutes to find a park that wasn’t hogged due to the students tailgating and celebrating what would be their first win of the year and others were just because the people on campus couldn’t park. regardless, you were present right on time when the first kick off occurred and the lights shined so bright that you swore it’d give you a headache. it was important to support your best friend, one of the first plus size cheerleaders that’d been given a chance on a team that lacked diversity and color overall.

you snapped videos and pictures throughout her entire routine and her poses, giggling to yourself when she’d forget that she was being watched by hundreds. you’d gone to a popular private institution, so a lot of the crowd around you had been rather surprised at the lineup this year. her smile was the only reason you’d go for being in this insufferable weather around these insufferable people.

“how’d you enjoy it? i can still feel my heart fucking pound from the crowd!” your best friend said, causing you to laugh as you snuggled each other to the entire car. you had nothing planned for the night other than some boring movies and wine, your specialty. “so.. cheer captain invited me to this after party..”

“ugh! don’t tell me you forgot about tonight!” you scolded her, a frown on your features.

“no, no i didn’t! i just figured we would do something different. don’t you get tired of being in the house and drinking expensive wine?” she asked, shaking you by the collar.

“no?” you genuinely answered. she scoffed and continued the walk to your car.

“oh come on! that’s the issue. we’re in our 20s at college living like our moms! it’s time to get out. it’s time to get fucked!” she yelled to the top of her lungs, passerby parents gasping at her exclamation. of course, she apologized.

“no, no and NO. i’m not stopping my greys anatomy rerun to go to a party that’s gonna get shut down and smell like hot dog water. i refuse!” you said as you climbed into the driver seat. the entire duration home back to your apartment, she had convinced you to attend the party. boys weren’t your interests, so she couldn’t get you there. drinking? you could do at the house.

but kim namjoon.

he was the reason you’d dressed up in a dress that clung to your thick figure and snuggled you in the right places. he’s the reason you’d styled your hair in the cutest way you could remember. the blush, the light foundation and the contour — he was the reason for all. there wasn’t much to be said about him — except the fact that he was a walking sex God.

he’d been your crush since freshman semester of college where you went up against him in a college debate about the state of the forests around you. of course, you had minimal interest in nature but seeing him be so passionate about it was beautiful. he even surprised you when he’d be the long lasting quarter back of your college football team and had been good at it. you suffered your first one-sided heartbreak when he made the college romance magazine with the rival of your college’s dance team. he’d given you motivation to date again when she broke it off and got exposed for cheating.

everything surrounded him.

were you obsessed? absolutely not. you were hooked.

you shared a class about social justice with him and often times, your professor would throw you for a doozy when she paired you two. he stared at your breasts unapologetically when he thought you weren’t looking at he often flirted just to hear your terrible giggle. you were left confused because you had no idea if you were friends or if he wanted to fuck.

whatever it was, you’d be down.

because of him and his presence, you’d been in the kitchen watching him from afar as he tongues some girl down because of a dare given by his classmates. you didn’t want to be the center of attention and you definitely didn’t want to block your best friend that was being felt up on all her curves by the school’s sweetheart — park jimin. so you remained in the kitchen where you leaned against the counter and sipped from your drink. you’d been so deep into your phone that you hadn’t realized that namjoon was calling your name as he entered the kitchen, a blush creeping at your cheeks at his arrival.

“__, you’re out at a party?” he said as he filled his cup up, looking over your revealing outfit before smiling to you with those sinful, deep dimples.

“i was dragged out, honestly,” you said and he nodded, downing his cup before refilling it again. “so erm.. did you ever finish that research page?”

namjoon looked to you and then he laughed, throwing his head back and stumbling as well. you’d kill to know what had been so hilarious.

“no, no. we’re not about to talk about social justice 302 while there’s a party going on around us. come on,” he said as he grabbed your hand and walked you to the area where most of his frat brothers and football players had been. “guys, this is __! she’s a good friend of mine and i’m relying on y’all to help her have a good time. okay? no funny shit.”

surprisingly, everyone had been nice to you coming in on his circle. there was one girl who had given you a death stare — her name being jennie or something — but you didn’t pay it any mind. you had namjoon’s hand in yours and fuck was it so soft.

two hours into the long and drawn out game had you’d been given your first dare. “alright how about this, __?” jennie said, looking at you with a look in her eye that you ultimately despised. namjoon pushed back his long locks out of his face and raised his red cup to his lips. it was no telling how many drinks you’d had. “i dare you to put namjoon’s hand in your pants for 2 minutes. in the yellow closet.”

your breath caught in your throat and the surroundings “oohs” did not help. the yellow closet was the infamous closet of this frat house. most people who entered and exited left obsessed in a one sided love or formed a new love. you looked to namjoon who was rubbing at his neck with a flush at his cheeks. expecting rejection, you’d just agree to do the 10 shots that had stacked up from no one else taking them during their turns. however..

“come on, start the timer jen,” namjoon held out his hand in a way that felt like he was asking for consent. the way you didn’t hesitate should’ve been embarrassing, but all you could think about was the fact that you enjoyed self-care and getting waxed earlier in the week.

he led you to the closet with a slow pace, taehyung following behind so that he could knock and let you know when the time was up. the closet was a tighter fit than you’d imagine, back up against the wall with a namjoon towering over you. “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” he said.

you shook your head, “no, i want you. i’ve uh..”

“you’ve liked me for a while huh?” he asked and you could feel the air around you get tighter. stand up, stand up! “i notice the stairs. i talk, you blush. you check me out. i check you out.”

you could feel his fingers against your inner thigh and stopped breathing. “breathe, baby.. i can’t ask you on a date properly if you die right here.” he said in your ear and you swear you could hear your heart pounding through your ears. he slipped his hands into your pants with ease and caught his own breath when he felt how wet you’d been.

“take me on a date?” you asked once his finger ceased the rubbing at your slit.

“yes. maybe to one of those drive in movies you like. you come there too often on my work shifts.” he said with a chuckle and the vibration caused stimulation at your soaked hole. “sorry, sorry. i guess this is a weird time to say i think you’re the most prettiest girl on this whole campus?” he confessed.

you looked up to where he’d been talking, a smile breaking out onto your features as you laughed. of course it was a terrible time, but it was the best time. it seemed like the yellow closet had worked in your favor.

for now.

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Hello :)

I just found your blog and I enjoy reading your headcanon. And I love the fact that you write for plus size reader because it's hard to find here 😭

Can I request, aftercare with BTS? Hehe thank you

thank you for being patient and waiting on this request! i hope that you enjoy this small excerpt. 💜

꒰ ꒱ pairing: ot7 bangtan x plus size reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: under 1k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): orgasm, aftercare, fluff, hints that namjoon x reader break the rules often.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! sorry that it took so long to post, but i hope that it was worth it most importantly!

“fuck, fuck!” you squealed, throwing your head back into a chest that felt more like a pair of pillows. the uncontrollable shake of your legs from your most recent orgasm had been something that you were embarrassed about, cheeks heating up at how worn you had been.

“come back to us,” namjoon said softly, placing a soft kiss at your ear and engulfing you in his arms so that he could rub at your belly. catching your breath was the easy thing, facing the pair of eyes that was cleaning up your mess would be the hardest thing.

“she’s done, that’s enough.” you could hear jin come into the room, placing a pillow underneath your thighs so that you could rest from keeping them in the air. against your own wants, your eyes opened to look at him and give him a weak smile.

jungkook had been busy turning the toy off and cleaning it while jimin was preparing what appeared to be something for you to consume. “how was it?” hobi asked, scooting closer and placing a soft kiss at your lips. how could you even answer the question? you’d had a mind blowing, mind numbing orgasm provided from your lovers.

“it was amazing, just a little sore..” you said and pouted at how your core had continued to throb. gee, did yoongi do a number on you. he knew it too, cleaning up your juices that had squirted all over the floor with a smirk. no comments from the cat like smirk had meant you’d made him proud.

“taehyung should be quick with the bath, no worries,” jimin said, carrying the wooden board with assorted fruits into your bedroom. you desperately longed for the sliced apples on the board, but you knew the steps to this situation —

fucked senseless from a member or few of your choice, multiple rounds of cumming and then a much needed soak in the bathtub with taehyung. you were the most spoiled girl in the world and you had 0 complaints.

“mm,” you said once you felt namjoon carry you bridal style. there was something about the soft look in his eyes as he carried you up the two flights of stairs. “i know i’m heavy.”

“don’t start that baby. you’re as light as a plush,” he said and you giggled, sucking on your bottom lip as you analyzed his features. you wouldn’t mind taking him for a ride… “stop looking at me like that. jin ate me alive for touching you after last time.”

you pouted, the scent of the steamed bathroom coming into your nostrils. however, no taehyung was to be found. he was most likely preparing the vinyl with classics that you loved listening to. “just sneak into my room..” you requested after being placed in the bathtub. namjoon fought the temptation, but shared no response when taehyung came in with a towel around his waist.

“we’ll be watching the notebook and listening to some bon jovi afterwards,” taehyung said in his most professional way possible, jimin laughing from the bedroom. he pouted and went to confront him on what was funny, your eyes lingering on namjoon as he exited.

you submerged yourself in the tub, giggles from jimin putting you to peace. you were so thankful to be with bangtan.

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updates + requests !!!

we'll be getting some sugarcane updates here soon and a sneak peak at a series with a hyung line member.. how excited is that? i'll also be fulfilling requests while working on a new masterlist and setup for this account. i can never thank you enough for your patience. ♡ starting to write requests after this message. . . starting NOW!

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SUGARCANE [2]

꒰ ꒱ pairing: ceo!jungkook x oc black!reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 2.2k

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): reader is a stripper. i simply refuse to give warnings for this sinful piece of work that has been created. if you're of age, buckle your seatbelts and enjoy the ride! once you're on, there is no getting off.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! requests can be placed in the "darkest desires" box. this is unedited btw! what are you excited to see in this series?

teaser | series masterlist [coming soon]

IT WAS SAFE TO SAY THAT EVEN BEING A BOTTLE GIRL was not for the weak. Logan had been 4 hours into a shift when her feet started to feel as though they were going to cave into the ground, her knees hurting more than they had in her entire life. "You look like you're about to tip over," Megan said, approaching her just as she had taken a seat at the bar along with her tray that was responsible for holding the drinks that she carried throughout the club. She took a look back at Megan with a reassuring smile, knowing that how "uppity" her clothes appeared was different from her usual attire. She was used to wearing office clothes and now here, her breasts were overflowing from her top with a skirt so tight it felt like it was going to cut her circulation.

"I'll be fine, I promise! Just let me get the hang of this," Logan pleaded, going to stand on her feet again before Megan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Logan was used to doing the most in order to please her employer, showing her dedication no matter how hard or complicated the job would be. When Nayeon first brought her for the interview, she had dressed better than half the people who had come for one beforehand. Megan was sweet and beyond gorgeous, so in the beginning she felt intimidated by someone who was supposed to be giving her a job. Unlike her former employer, however, Megan reassured her that she had no reason to be nervous or worried. The two of them shared a glass of champagne over the desk during their interview and before she knew it, she was to come in that following night before the buzz happened.

Megan had promised to show her the works of the nightclub on the "lesser" of busier nights but it was approaching 6:00 pm and she could've sworn that she had served well over 50 drinks and had at least touched $150 in tips. It was packed in here. Megan swore throughout the shift that it could get busier. With the building being two floors overall, it had plenty of room to please its customers inside and outside. "You don't have to rush into working, Logan. I have a pair of shoes in the office that are comfortable and don't mess up the outfit." Megan said, leaning down to unbutton her shoes and assist her with walking to the office.

That was the difference between Aecha and Megan. She was much more compassionate, looked out for those who kept the entire building afloat. Logan stared at Megan in disbelief before sliding and standing from the bar, the feeling of the cold floor so refreshing to her sore soles. Another thing about The Chocolate Factory, it was surprisingly clean. As many people that had been in here, there seemed to be some running rule of expectation that this was a high stripper experience. Littering and other things that tarnished the building would simply get you banned from the entire lot. Megan had done some bragging about being in with the cops to reassure that this place was protected.

It sort of made Logan curious over her overall background for her to be a successful business. She was black like herself as well. Logan smiled as the two of them migrated throughout the club, collecting free bills that were being handed to her in the process. With the overprotective hold that she seemed to have on Logan as she walked, it almost set the reputation that she had been fresh meat in this establishment. Even in their walk alone, the money started to come quicker just from being associated next to the Boss Lady.

Nayeon intercepted the walk to the office and assisted Logan with her other arm, speeding things up a bit faster and sending her a reassuring smile. "You liking the job so far?"

"I'll be here until 2 am and I've made," Logan recounted the bills in her mind and the newest ones that had been placed on her waistband as she walked by. "I've made about $250 being in this place for an hour tops. Hell yeah I like the job!" She laughed.

Logan could tell that there was some relief to hearing that she felt that way. To be honest, had rent and bills not been due? Logan would've quit within her first 30 minutes of being on the shift. It was becoming a bit too much to walk in heels and serve drinks with the expectation of not spilling anything. Even with all that, being gorgeous and being natural had to be a must so that the tips could come a bit quicker. Had she not been a pageant girl when she was younger, this would've been 10 times harder. Megan pulled open the door to the office and ushered Logan inside, allowing her to get comfortable and rest the soles of her feet while she searched for a pair of comfortable wedges. "You can wear these for the first few weeks until you get used to the chaos!" Megan placed the shoes on the desk, surprisingly realized that they were just the perfect size. She also sat some pads to the side of the shoes so that there could be extra cushion due to the previous pain that she had been experiencing.

"Thank you Megan. You've been so nice to me," Logan said, leaning over and changing into the heels. She did a standing test and made a face of surprise when it felt as though she was in a pair of comfortable crocs. Megan laughed at her expression and out of embarrassment, Logan tried her best to act natural. For the rest of the night, Logan did her best to sling drinks around the first and second floor of the hot club.

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The bell of the gas station opened as Logan slugged her body in. She had been beyond tired from a shift down at Red Light Inn and she felt as though she would have vanished within thin air from how tired she was. It wasn't that the shifts were horrible, but to be dedicated to a version of herself that she hadn't unlocked for multiple hours of the day — It was foreign to the poor girl. She wandered throughout the gas station, fingertips running along the items that she was interested in when loud noises followed the sound of the entrance bell. She lived in a proper subsection in LA where crime wasn't high and people weren't reckless for no reason. Condo and apartment neighbors who liked to host small functions to get the know some of the tenants and owners type of neighborhood. She had no strength to raise on her tiptoes to be nosy, grabbing some peanut butter nutter butters and heading to the drink aisle. She took the time to yawn, closing her eyes and relishing in the darkness before the ran into something too solid.

She wasn't that tired to recognize that she had ran into someone. The profanities that fell from the strangers lips and the items hitting the floor had been a dead ringer for that as well. She opened her eyes in nervousness, immediately dropping her head and grabbing onto the items that had fallen on the floor. Some plain lays and sprite were the things that she recognized. Apologies fell from her lips, sweeping her bangs out of her features and standing up straight as fast as she possibly could've done. She had slung her duffel on her shoulder and found comfort in her baggy clothes that were an alternate for her club outfit. She was thankful that she changed, too, because the male staring down at her and over her figure was making her a little nauseous. He was finer then fine, to be completely honest. He had soft eyes that curved beautifully at the ends and it was a ring in her mind that he was Asian. His hair was white as snow and the expression that he carried on his features looked as though he had been bored.

"You're fine. Just watch where you're going next time." He said and reclaimed his items, a soft smile at his features before the hooping and hollering of his friends caught his attention. She wasn't too sure how she could feel that captivated in someone's features, frowning at her own behavior and continuing to shop for her items. It wasn't until she was heading to the register and he was leaving did she recognize him again, his back turned and honestly not paying her one bit of attention. She tossed her items on the counter and surfed through her purse for payment when the doorbell rang again, soft footsteps approaching her and grabbing her attention.

"Here, let me cover it." Logan turned and it had been that same male that she bad bumped into when shopping.

"I'm not homeless," Logan said, pushing his hand out of the way and serving her debit card to the man behind the counter.

"Oh, well put it in your gas tank or something," was his rebuttal. Logan scoffed and straightened duffel bag on her shoulders when the card reader approved of her payment.

"I don't have a car, I'm waiting for the next O train." Logan said, slinging her bag on her arm and attempting to move past him. For the first time, she had seen his smile and it was something so charming to her that she could've smiled herself. She didn't, however. Hard exterior kept the weirdos away.

"Mama, the O train isn't coming until 8 in the morning. You missed the last one unless you're planning to head to the outskirts of LA." He said and Logan pulled out her phone, checking over the schedule and face palming mentally. He was right. Logan walked out of work around 4 am and made it to the gas station at 4:30. The last train had left at 3:45 am. Logan groaned and let her head fall back, immediately going to swipe to call Nayeon. It's crazy to believe, but she was still at the club counting the wads of money that she earned that night probably. "You need a ride?"

"I'm stranded. Not desperate," Logan said while taking out her phone and texting Nayeon. His scoff was audible to her ears and she watched out of her peripheral as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"You're lucky that I'm a gentleman," He said while he pulled out his phone. After standing in silence long enough, it was clear to see that a truck outside pulled off. It must've been the other men that he had come with. "I'll wait until your ride is here. It's dangerous to be out here alone." Logan furrowed her brows at his choice of response and action, giving him one more look over before she took a seat at the meal table that the gas station layout had. She would've loved to eat in silence and watch YouTube, but Mr. White Knight was trying too hard to keep her attention.

Stranger and all, she liked it.

It had been a minute since Logan had even entertained the idea of having a romantic partner. All the ones in the past had been too impatient to wait to access the most special apart about her outside her personality. Had she considered to be in love before? Perhaps, but it was a younger fling sort of thing and she hadn't thought about that man in years and matter of fact, she wouldn't. Her face scrunched up at the idea of her fails to romance, the man across from her looking at her in confusion. "Am I bothering you?" He asked.

"Yes," Logan automatically responded, taking a bite of her chips as she rolled her eyes. "But I'm thankful that you're a gentleman. Thank you for not being a dickhead, I guess." Logan didn't do too much talking after that. She felt like she could hear her mother in the back of her head scolding her for reason as to why she had been talking to a stranger this long. She chuckled to herself at the thought, but before the stranger could even question what the headlights to Nayeon's Mercedes came clear into the relaxing section of the gas station.

"Thank you for this," Without a thought, Logan reached into her pocket that had been responsible for her tipping jar for the night and pulled out a $20 bill. Tossing it on the table, she left and hopped through the door at the sight of her friend. Makeup still fresh, she threw her bags into the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat. The man had been watching her through the window and Nayeon noticed, but with her head thrown back all Logan could think about was sleep.

"You want to tell me who the gentleman was?" Nayeon said, pulling off from the driveway of the gas station and onto the road where she knew Logan's location by heart. When she heard nothing in response, she looked over and noticed that Logan was knocked out cold.

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SUGARCANE [1]

꒰ ꒱ pairing: ceo!jungkook x oc black!reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.3k

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found on wattpad as well.

IF THERE WAS SOMETHING THAT COULD'VE PREPARED Logan for the bomb that was about to be dropped on her this morning, she would've just stayed underneath the covers in ignorant bliss. She wouldn't have started her morning with the perfect skincare routine, a healthy breakfast, a jog that made her question her life and the cute outfit she planned coming into work today. Everything seemed to be going perfect this morning, which was unusual but she thought that the power of manifestation, from the TikTok tarot readers that promised something was coming in 9 hours was almost too good to be true. She didn't question it thought.

She didn't question when she received compliments from her fellow peers on the train that her choice of shoe selection for work was elite and that her curls looked extra bouncy today. She just relished in the life of compliments with a soft smile and thank you's as she went about her day. Now, she was walking into the office with a cupholder full of Starbucks in her hands and a warm smile on her features. She greeted her cubby buddies who perfected the habit of ignoring her and entered the elevator, trying to balance her work phone and coffee while she attempted to check on the agenda that would come with assisting her Boss. For two years, she had worked as an assistant to a successful music label, Aurora Records.

Originally hired as a contractor, she had agreed to be the personal assistance to the Princess who was under the process of inheriting the business. Leo Moon was a different sort of beast that she didn't know if she conquered, but she still went in with hopes of becoming permanent and a promotion. This job was just enough for her to make her rent and spoil herself on occasion. Stepping from the elevator, she heard a bit of commotion coming from the biggest room down the hallway, eyebrows furrowed but releasing their reaction as she walked in.

"You said that you would sweep that artist from underneath him!" Aecha said, raising a pen and tossing it to someone who she didn't recognize. His head had been lowered and for the moment, you could've sworn that the unknown individual who was standing across from her desk. The man didn't even bother to rebuttal when she sent a look in your direction, scanning Logan from head to toe with a look of pure disgust ridden on her features. "And you? I sent you a text asking to assist me to a label meeting at 4 am, where were you?" She asked, tilting her head.

Logan looked as confused as could be, going to do a fact check before she realized that she had left her Do Not Disturb on after snoozing an alarm last night. She gulped and had two decisions in the moment. She could lie about the notification and delete the message, but she looked to her in fright with several messages from her Boss requesting that she come in early. Logan wasn't even conscious during these hours and a simple text wouldn't have woke her up anyway.

"I apologize for that ma'am. It seems that I silenced my notifications for longer than intended," Logan said, placing her phone back in her pocket as she walked to her desk to try and relieve the situation with an offer of her favorite iced coffee. "I brought you-"

Logan gasped for air, the Frappuccino that she stopped to get this morning coating the bare parts of her body. Cold had to be the understatement, hands reaching to wipe the whip cream from her eyes as she stared at Aecha in disbelief. Granted, she had been a boss from Hell but to throw coffee? Logan looked down to her outfit, which was cuter than usual. It was now covered in $8.56 worth of coffee. "Lady Aecha!" The man from the side exclaimed as she stood there, looking to her with tears forming over her eyes.

"I don't care for your apologies or mistakes. You've been nothing but a plague to this company, tainting it with your image when you're around me," Aecha said, spitting with such venom that caused Logan to wince and lower her head as well. She had never seen her this mad. "Get out, worthless dirt."

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"SHE DID WHAT?" Nayeon said, sitting across from her with a frown on her features. Logan had been at home, on the couch with her face buried in the plushies that she had. After what seemed to be hours of being in shock, she dialed her best friend and pushed her sulking onto her. She was angry now. Had to be. She dedicated two years of hard and consistent work with Aurora Music, just to be insulted and fired because of a bad mood. "She's Korean. Let me at her and I am so fucking serious!" Nayeon said, taking off her heels and going into her bad to change into something more comfortable.

"That's not even morally right," Logan said, shaking her head and reclining against the couch. Of course, she got the smell of coffee off of her, but it still ran wild in her mind. She needed to be worried about how this month's worth of rent would be covered and not fighting. "I have bigger things to worry about. Rent is coming up in 15 days and I have $400 to my name," Logan sighed, counting the ridges in the ceiling. Her mother warned her about going off on her own and moving into the city of LA, but she didn't listen.

She was younger with goals and ambitions that seemed to lead her no where. She loved the Arts, but after flunking out of college due to work and bills she felt a bit lost. Working underneath Aecha proved that she had some passion for managing those in music, but she didn't think to pursue that because her forever goal was assisting Aecha. "You can't let that stop you, Lo. You want to come work with me?" Nayeon said, taking the closest spot next to her on the couch and comforting her by running her fingers through her hair.

Logan snorted. "So that my mother can judge me for the rest of my life and make my middle failure? Do you know what Jessie is out there doing?" Logan stood from the couch, running her fingers through her curls as she shivered in pure fear. Her brother was a successful underground rapper and although it wasn't the route chosen from their mother, it still was enough to make bills. He was currently on tour opening for Tyler the Creator. Better than her, 100%.

"That's your issue. You're always comparing when you're full of greatness too," Nayeon said with a bit of a pout at her features. "No stripping though. Megan ran out of some bottle girls and we've been having trouble replacing them. You make about as much money as me with tipping including."

Logan knew that Nayeon was good for making over 20 grand a week due to how talented she was, but she had doubt that she would even be touching those numbers. She flared her nostrils in frustration before she picked up the phone to scroll and call Jessie. Hell, maybe he needed an assistant.

"Logan Reese!" Nayeon said, springing from the couch and grabbing the phone from her hands. She ended the call and looked to her with a crazed expression. "I'm going to tell Megan that you accepted the job. I'll help you with wardrobe over the weekend and cover four months of rent just in case you decide that you hate it."

"I can't let you take care of me," Logan said, chewing the inside of her lip and turning to look out the window. She was however thankful that Nayeon saved her from the embarrassment of begging from her younger sibling. She had no rebuttal after the uncomfortable silence, looking to Nayeon who seemed determined to make sure that she had her back. "Fine. I'm comfortable in a XXL most of the times. When do I start?"

And all Nayeon could do was smile.

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