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wooyoong · 11 months

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🌼 freya's recent svt reads (& recs)

disclaimer : these are my RECENT reads, and i haven't added some of my old reads! also i have tried to add atleast one for each member to the list hehe (except jihoon he has two)

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @angelwoozi 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

* yours, but not yours by @gyukult (fake dating au, 18+)

when a nice guy gets too overbearing, you’re stuck with the option of having a fake boyfriend.

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling In Love) by @starsstuddedsky (f2l, fake dating au)

your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love

HONG JISOO

Plush by @bitchlessdino (est relationship, 18+)

soft joshua cockwarming drabble, with love and yearning.

WEN JUNHUI

Love, Actually by @haet-sal (single dad, boss jun, kind of infidelity au, 18+)

You’re the wide-eyed, clueless-but-on-top secretary to Wen Junhui, and it all starts, with one new year’s kiss… well, new year’s fuck.

Mr. Wen likes you. It should have been obvious, whenever he seemed to forgive your inadequate work ethics and frequent unfailing mishaps, and how much he trusted you, no matter how many mistakes you made, how much he hated hearing about your life with your boyfriend… and what kind of boss goes shopping for their employee, privately, anyway?

KWON SOONYOUNG

i don't understand but i love you by @hvcmixtape (est relationship)

soonyoung has only been the kindest and most gentle husband. sometimes you feel like you're floating on the stars, and sometimes you feel like you've just jumped into the most romantic book.

JEON WONWOO

rich girl by @blushnote (rich girl x street punk wonwoo, 18+)

wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.

LEE JIHOON

You Make Me Breathe by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (hanahaki au)

Jihoon is utterly in love with you. Too bad you're into his friend Soonyoung, and he's too much of a coward to ever tell you how he feels. He's happy to take his feelings to the grave but soon finds that his body doesn't agree with his decision.

* As a Matter of Fact by @starsstuddedsky (co-workers to lovers, fake dating au)

when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in your heels and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

LEE SEOKMIN

(Not) A Gentleman by @wonusite (est relationship, 18+)

Your boyfriend is the sweetest man alive—a perfect gentleman. However, you’re determined to show him that he doesn’t always have to be a gentleman.

KIM MINGYU

Good Dad, Better Daddy by @bitchlessdino (dilf au, bestfriend's dad mingyu, 18+)

you were hesitant when your friend said you should just stay at her house for the summer, especially knowing you can barely contain yourself with her hot dad around as well as the thought of not getting caught.

XU MINGHAO

at dawn by @sluttyminghao (domestic au, est relationship, 18+)

domestic sex with boyfriend minghao!

BOO SEUNGKWAN

pussy sport by @duhnova (fwb au, 18+)

leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his.

CHWE HANSOL

You Get Me So High by @cheolhub (f2l, 18+)

smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

LEE CHAN

promise ring by @lovelyhan (royalty au, f2l, 18+)

no one would've guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you're forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

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wooyoong · 11 months

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🧸 freya's recent bts reads (& recs)

disclaimer : there's atleast one fic for each member, but i am yet to widen my spectrum, so you will find less vmin + jin fics. that also doesn't mean i don't like reading them, lol.

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @sugarwithtea 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

KIM SEOKJIN

* 9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin (s2l, accidental pregnancy au, 18+)

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…

* For Love & Money by @jimlingss (s2l, forced marriage au)

For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.

MIN YOONGI

* Till Death Do Us Part by @colormepurplex2 (e2l, arranged marriage au, mafia au, 18+)

Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. jungkook, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

* The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss and @gukyi (e2l, multiple aus, 18+)

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

* Playing With Fire by @/chanyeolly (ao3) (e2l, idol au, 18+)

Yoongi hates you. Or at least, he thinks he does.

AKA

Y/N works for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at dealing with his feelings.

JUNG HOSEOK

Brevity (But Most Often Not) by @threeletterslife (ft. jimin, s2?, psychopath hoseok)

All your life, you've been with guys who didn't bother to read the news or appreciate the art form of journalism. But Hoseok... Even the way he carefully chooses his words is a sign that you and he are a match. If only he weren't in a dilapidating psychiatric hospital. Then maybe you'd have a proper boyfriend who treated you right for once.

* Arranged by @obiwrites (ao3) (arranged marriage au, 18+)

If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

Fake Love by @aquaminwrites (e2l, fake dating au, 18+)

Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.

* Jungle Park by @jimlingss (coworker au, amnesia au)

The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

KIM NAMJOON

Not Another Holiday Romance by @kpopfanfictrash (s2l, one night stand au, holiday au, 18+)

You, a perpetually alone (and utterly cynical) movie director, are sent to the town of Snow Falls, Middle-of-Nowhere for your latest film assignment. Stuck in holiday hell until the new year, you’re determined to get in and get out with minimal damage to your Grinch reputation. That is, until a ridiculously gorgeous (and young?!) town historian is assigned to help with your film. Suddenly, you find yourself the heroine of one of those corny romances you direct – and are discovering they might not be so corny after all.

* My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold by @daechwitatamic (r2l, college au, 18+)

You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

The Wedding Arrangement by @/sugalights (ao3) / @sugaurora (s2e2l, fwb au, 18+)

You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin.

Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk.

Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

PARK JIMIN

* Maybe Me by @jiminrings (single dad au, s2l)

summary: maybe it’s stupid of jimin to take on everything at once, all by himself. maybe it’s rash of him to book a long-term stay at a luxury hotel, even if it comes with a family discount. but maybe, just maybe, jimin would have nothing to lose and everything to gain if he lets you in.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Always the Bridesmaid by @kookingtae (e2l, holiday au, 18+)

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

JEON JUNGKOOK

* Take A Chance by @crystaljins (hanahaki au, coworker au)

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

on the road (to you) by @cupofteaguk (f2l, road trip au)

as a young adult, one of the strangest revelations is the discovery that peers of yours from past fragile college years are getting married. so imagine your shock and excitement upon receiving a wedding invitation. there are, however, two problems: (1) you are a poor early-20s recently employed adult just beginning to adjust to your 401k plan, and (2) the only available ride to the wedding comes in the form of Jeon Jungkook—friend of a friend, attendee to that aforementioned wedding, and your old college crush.

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. yoongi, threesome au, 18+)

Accidental Roommates by @jjkeverlast (r2l, single dad au, 18+)

moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace.

yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

Rivers Over Stones by @ichorai (e2l, godparents au, 18+)

you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

* Ego by @suga-kookiemonster (s2l, fwb au, 18+)

what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

— a bit of these have not been completed by me, leading to no feedback yet but i know these are good haha!

#bts #bts fic rec #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #freya.recs #.list #.bts #.nsfw #.angst #.fluff

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wooyoong · 1 year

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Jihoon: Clingy

Anonymous asked: hello!!! i like your stories a lot ;; is it okay that i’m requesting something different from the Imprinted series? hahaha can i request for a scenario where reader and Jihoon are dating but he’s still a bit shy with skinship while reader is clingy… but then Jihoon tells reader to tone down the skinship so reader thinks she’s too clingy and overthinks. does that even make sense 😭 thank you so much!!!!!

im gonna be real with u, this hit me real hard bc i get kinda clingy and i would always get brushed off by my friends and told im annoying for it n shit so this actually made me sad lol but i hope you like it

Characters: Jihoon x reader (sorta featuring seventeen)

Genre/warnings: idol au, lots of angst but fluff at the end

Word count: 2,271

Summary: Sometimes, you and Jihoon are exact opposites. For example, he likes his space, and you like being in his space. You just want to show him how much you love him, but you’re afraid of annoying him and pushing him away.

Keep reading

#freya.recs #.angst #.fluff #.svt #.sfw #.woozi

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wooyoong · 1 year

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fried rice

pairing: woozi x reader

word count: 625

genre: fluff

warnings: food mentions and preferences, one very vague sexual reference, kissing

a/n: special thanks to @woozingie for indulging me in my woozi+midnight snack thoughts.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @starlightjoong.

the lamp of your bedroom makes you squint as you wake up slowly, blinking the sleep away while searching for your phone. 1:33 AM, your lockscreen says. you've been asleep for a couple of hours. probably.

it was 11:30 the last time you checked the time, already feeling drowsy while trying to complete the citations for your almost-ready thesis. jihoon was in the guest bedroom across the hall, working on some lyrics after the two of you had an early dinner together. if you had managed to stay awake, you would probably be nudging him about a midnight snack right about now.

feeling your stomach grumble slightly, you stretch your legs before standing up, switching off your laptop and placing it in its bag before making your way to the door. the aroma of familiar spices hits you as you walk down the hall to the kitchen, pausing at the entrance when your boyfriend's form becomes visible. it appears he hasn't noticed your presence, his face focused on the spoon of soy sauce he's measuring, steady hands holding the utensil. the forearms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves bring back vivid memories, and -

"done staring?", jihoon's soft voice interrupts your thoughts, his eyes flitting to yours for a teasing second.

"never", you respond, taking in his fond eye-roll giddily and walking to stand behind him, "you could've woken me up", you wrap your arms around his waist, "i would've helped".

"that's alright, i managed". you seemed tired.

you hum against his shoulder, not pushing it. in the years you've been with jihoon, you've learned that he's one of the most considerate people you've ever had the honor of knowing, and that he hates it when you point it out.

your eyes finally focus on the pan he's stirring, and your mind draws mental question-marks at the visual. it's fried rice, your standard midnight snack - but it doesn't have meat or egg. jihoon never makes fried rice without meet or egg.

"are those vegetables?", you mutter, "capsicums, carrots, beans?"

"yeah", he shrugs, "thought i'd try something different".

his hand brushes against yours fleetingly. i pay attention, it says.

for the last few weeks, you've gotten rather disinterested in meat and egg, preferring more vegetarian options instead. it's not a conscious choice on your part, it's just A Thing that has happened. you haven't mentioned it to jihoon yet because, well, it frankly didn't seem important enough to mention. tastes change all the time and you'll probably get back your fondness for meat soon, no point telling your boyfriend.

but ofcourse, he knows. he pays attention, he always has.

"mm", you press a kiss on the back of his neck, reveling in his slight shiver, "i love you".

his hand touches yours again and his lips curve slightly, but he doesn't respond. maybe if you were new to his style of love, you'd be bothered by the muted response - but you know him, and you can tell when he's teasing.

"say it back", you whisper in his ear, moving to pepper light kisses on the back of his neck, "you have to say it back".

"i am literally making you food", exasperation fills his voice, his body twitching at your ticklish kisses, "do not mess with me".

"then say it back", you blow against his skin, drawing out the longest shiver yet.

"that's it", you barely register his words before he turns off the stove, turning and expertly pulling you in front of him, his body caging yours against the counter. his mouth meets yours in a kiss you gladly reciprocate, chuckling against his curved lips.

"i love you too", the whisper against your lips reminds you of the subject at hand, "always".

#freya.recs #.fluff #.sfw #.woozi #.svt

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wooyoong · 1 year

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balance — l. jihoon

pairing: non-idol! jihoon x reader

word count: 2,384

genre: fluff

warnings: jihoon gets drunk, so mentions of alcohol

author's notes: lowkey inspired by their alcohol live when jihoon had to take a shot to speak up about his feelings (i cry everytime) and thank you for 200 followers !! <3 glad you all enjoy my delusions in writing :D

"Do you have to go to work today?" You asked, opening the fridge to cook up breakfast. You glanced back at Jihoon, already dressed in a semi-formal outfit of a white button-up and grey dress-pants, his feet still hidden in his slippers.

"Yeah, I do," he answered, with a slight nod before walking in front of the mirror to brush his hair.

"Do you want breakfast?" You watched his eyes glance at you through the mirror, clearly debating on whether to prolong his stay in your apartment.

He only shook his head in response, uttering, "Soonyoung and I are going to grab something on the way." You nod in understanding, walking towards him as you noticed his unruly collar. You fixed his collar, occasionally glancing at his slightly reddened face from the close proximity of you two, before brushing off the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

"Good luck at work," you stated, pressing your lips against his cheek, which only caused him to stiffen for a second, still trying to get used to the displays of affection you've grown comfortable to give him. With an awkward cough, he sends you a quick smile, before waving and leaving out your door.

You couldn't help but giggle at how flustered he got. You and Jihoon had only begun officially dating three months ago, after spending the last two years of college together as just friends. It was on graduation day did he decide to confess his feelings for you, thinking that you didn't feel the same way and that you would never see each other ever again.

Safe to say, that was not true because now, you're dating.

The news was surprising to every single one of your mutual friends, mostly Soonyoung, as he was the middle-man that got the two of you to meet in the first place. You were his friend since freshman year, and Jihoon was his friend since high school. He was the most shocked when he spotted the two of you holding hands on one your dates, and he just so happened to be in the area.

He even gave you both the silent treatment because neither of you told him when it first happened, only getting over it when you invited bought him coffee.

Soonyoung openly expressed how he never expected you to be dating Jihoon. Granted, you were both complete opposites of each other. The dynamic that Soonyoung had used to describe the two of you was that you were "a ray of a sunshine, that even the sun would hide away in jealousy", and Jihoon was "a dark cloud, incapable of expressing anything other than anger". Jihoon definitely smacked Soonyoung after hearing that.

You knew your mutual friend was wrong; Jihoon isn't incapable of expressing his emotions, he simply has his own way of doing so, and that was evident with how he confessed to you. It wasn't extravagant; it was simple, but you couldn't help but fall for him because of its simplicity.

A playlist. He made you a playlist, filled with songs you've never listened to, but after reading into the lyrics of the full playlist, you immediately drove to Jihoon's place to tell him the feelings were mutual.

He had his doubts. Jihoon told you that night that you would be dating someone that has never experienced a relationship before. Of course, you didn't mind. You found it endearing how you were the first person in his life he would call his lover.

But, unfortunately, there came a few doubts after continuing onto a relationship with him.

You hated it, though, how you would unintentionally compare Jihoon to your exes. You knew Jihoon was learning how to love you openly, and be just as affectionate as you are, but he's just not used to it. He's not a shower when it comes to affection, but he's unsure on how to show that he truly cares about you either.

It's a mess—he thinks it's a mess how he loves you.

And sure enough, Soonyoung thinks so, too.

"You're red as a tomato," Soonyoung pointed out as soon as Jihoon slid into his car. His eyes glanced up at your apartment complex, "Then again, you spent the night with Y/N."

"Can you shut up and drive?" Jihoon grumbled, trying to regulate his breathing, his hand involuntarily raised up to where you had kissed him. Looking out the window, the corner of his lips rose a bit, his heart racing in his chest.

"Why did you spend the night at Y/N's again?"

"None of your business." What he told you was that his office was closer in distance to your apartment, and he thought that he'd be able to get to work faster by staying with you for the time being. His actual reason: he just wanted to spend more time with you.

"Come on," Soonyoung whined, Jihoon still adamant. "You've never even told me how you both got together, and that's frustrating for me as the middle-man of your relationship."

Jihoon couldn't help but stare at his friend in disbelief.

"Neither would've been friends if it wasn't for me and my stomachache." Jihoon couldn't help but chuckle, remembering how Soonyoung and left you and Jihoon alone for two hours because he was fighting for his life in the campus bathroom.

Of course Jihoon was a bit grateful for Soonyoung accidentally eating too much spicy food, but he'd never admit that. Jihoon wouldn't hear the end of it.

"You're happy, though, in the relationship?"

The question that Soonyoung had directed to the both of you. As the middle-man of your relationship, he feels responsible that you both are together now, and obviously, as a true friend, he wants both you and Jihoon to be happy, all whilst supporting your relationship.

He had asked you the same question last week, when you were gathered with a few other friends since you and Soonyoung were in the same college major. When he knew you both were out of earshot from everyone else, he dropped the question.

"Yeah, I am," you answered, sending him a reassuring smile. "It's a process, obviously, since this is his first relationship, but I'm okay with guiding him along."

"Do you ever doubt he loves you the way you love him?"

It took you a few minutes to process his question, letting it rake through your thoughts, every single memory you've made with Jihoon since establishing your relationship. You were hesitant, but you nodded, causing a glimpse of guilt pass through Soonyoung's eyes.

"Like I said, it's his first relationship, there are things that just going through life won't teach you unless you've been in a relationship before," you explained, "sure, there are times when I couldn't help but compare him to my exes, but that doesn't mean I'll end it because Jihoon isn't like my exes—because Jihoon isn't like my exes, is why I'm still with him.

"I am," Jihoon answers, his eyes focused on his phone, the morning traffic causing them both to stay put within the streets of Seoul. "I wouldn't have confessed if I knew I wouldn't be happy."

"But do you love Y/N?" This question got Jihoon to pause his game, turning to face Jihoon, a skeptical look obvious on his friend's face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because, Jihoon, if I'm being honest with you," he begins, leaning back in his chair, letting one hand grip the steering wheel lazily, "you don't look like you're in love."

Jihoon's brow rose, rolling his eyes at his friend's notion.

"I'm serious, you don't necessarily show that you love Y/N," he exclaims, "like, I could tell that Y/N likes you, loves you even." Jihoon couldn't help but agree with that statement. The obvious evidence of your genuine feelings being that of earlier, with the kiss on his cheek and fixing his collar.

"Do you know your love language, Jihoon?"

"What?"

"Love language, do you know yours?" Jihoon only shook his head. "Do you know Y/N's?"

Again, Jihoon shook his head. To him, you might have all love languages equally spread out within you.

Physical touch; you would greet him with a kiss on the cheek when you knew no one was looking, knowing he'd be too embarrassed to display any affection publicly. You would also reach out to hold his hand, or link your pinkies when walking together, as a sign to say you were right there beside him.

Acts of service; you knew Jihoon wasn't too keen on cooking, and he'd have a terrible habit of ordering in food when he's hungry, so you'd take it upon yourself to cook him breakfast and dinner, sometimes heading over to his place just to make sure he's eating well.

Words of affirmation; Jihoon openly expressed how he gets shy when hearing compliments, and confessing to you that you were the only one that would compliment over mundane things. Such as when he could detect the BPM of a song, or play a random instrument you hand him when you both visit a music store.

"Oh my gosh, you're so cool."

"Damn, I wish I could play a guitar as good as you do."

"You look really handsome today, Jihoon."

"Good luck today at work."

And these were just the ones that he'd discovered since dating you three months ago. He knew that you'd always make him feel loved, and he was learning on how to do the same for you. It was difficult though, he also knew that.

He wanted nothing more than to make you feel just as loved, or even more. You had grown to become his best friend and his lover, and maybe, a part of him believes it's a first love thing, but he's glad to have it be you.

But other than a first love, he wanted you to be his last.

He knows he has to change his ways; be more open with his feelings towards, state how much you mean to him, or else, he might risk losing you because he's so terrible at loving you.

Jihooon <3 i'll be home late the team wants to go out for dinner

You alrightt have fun <3

Jihooon <3 thank you

Jihoon eyed the chatroom for what felt like an eternity, before typing in and sending.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head when you saw the additional message he had sent.

Jihooon <3 <3

The smile on your lips only grew wider, your cheeks heating up as you locked your screen, your eyes averting back to the movie you put on, but you weren't focused.

Slowly but surely, you thought. It was a process after all, relationships. They aren't easy to navigate if one person held onto the reigns with all their might, while the other sits on their partner's shoulders, riding on the wave of time. You knew he'd eventually start being comfortable with showing you affection, especially in his own way.

You never thought it would be very soon, though.

You found yourself waking up to the sound of gentle knocking on your door. Glancing at the time on your laptop, you saw that it was already half-past eleven and you had fallen asleep in the middle of your movie.

Groggily, you rose from your bed and headed to the front door, opening to find Jihoon there.

"Jihoon?" You rubbed at your eyes, finding him leaning against the wall across from your door, head hanging low as pink dusted his cheeks, eyes closed. You stood in front of him, reaching out to gently hold his face, patting his cheek gently. "Jihoon."

His eyes opened lazily, blinking a few times before finding your eyes. Immediately, he smiled down at you, slurring, "Y/N…" You scrunched your nose, smelling alcohol from him which only caused your brows to furrow.

"Come in, it's cold," you urged, pulling him into your apartment and letting him lie on your couch. "I'll make you some tea." He only nodded weakly, his eyes fluttering close again.

He must've drank, despite being the type to never do so. During outings with college friends, when alcohol was involved, Jihoon would always have anything but alcohol in his cup.

"How much did you drink?" you asked, helping him sit up from his position, offering the cup of warm tea.

He took a sip, smacking his lips a few times before answering, "Half a bottle, I think—I'm more of a lightweight, you know?"

"Really?" you chuckled. "Do you need anything?"

Jihoon placed the cup on the coffee table, shaking his head before reaching out, his arms snaking around your waist as he rests his face into your shoulders. "Stay here… with me."

You froze in his hold, surprised with his sudden action. A fond smile growing on your lips as you placed an arm around him, adjusting yourself so you were comfortably holding onto him, leaning your back against the arm of your couch.

"I'm sorry for not loving you enough, Y/N," Jihoon uttered, your chest tightening at his words. "And I'm sorry I need alcohol to have the courage to show you that I love you."

"Hey, don't say that," you mumbled, your fingers running through the nape of his neck. "You just have your own way of showing it, Jihoon."

He finally lifted his head, revealing his face as he leans his head on your shoulder, glassy eyes staring up at you. "But Soonyoung told me that you'd doubt that I love you as much as you love me…"

You rubbed the back of his head, eyes filled with adoration as you smiled down at him, finding his eyes fluttering close at your touch.

"You don't need to show affection the way that I do to you, to prove you love me, Jihoon," you assured him, "I think we balance each other out because I'm very frontal with my affection, and you're lowkey about it."

"Balance, hm?" You nodded, letting yourself sink into the couch until you were lying down beside Jihoon, his arms still around your waist as yours wrapped his shoulders.

As the two of you proceed to drift to sleep, you heard him utter softly before drifting to complete slumber. "I'm pretty sure you're my soulmate, Y/N."

"I'm sure you're mine, Jihoon."

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wooyoong · 1 year

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joshua hard thots

cockwarming him after rounds of fucking because he can't get enough of feeling your pussy wrapped around his cock

Pairing: Bf!joshua x gn!reader

Genre: tender smut, drabble

Word count: 1.0k+

tags: established relationship, yearning, love, cockwarming, assumed unprotected sex

author note: this probably wasn't what you were looking for anon but i was in such a soft sexy mood I wrote this and have no regrets. this felt like therapy and i love writing again.

You thought there were better things to do than be in bed all day, but Joshua thought otherwise. These free days weren’t rare but definitely getting sparse, placing more significance on quality time, even indoors. The thought vanishes thin into the air when your boyfriend develops the mood physically, wasting no time–in his words anyway–and captures your naked body in his, dipping his hips into you to create friction that he knew drove you crazy.

He could never get sick of you moaning his name. It was like the butter to his perfectly toasted slice of bread, a simple symphony of goodness that in no way could be replicated.

The supple skin that you spent minutes of an hour moisturizing wouldn’t go to waste, tasting as sweet on his tongue as good as it smelled. He was in love with every texture and bump, ingraining into every wrinkle of his brain for keepsake. He could never have enough and he’d prove it too.

“Mmh, yeah…taking me like that…that good?”

There isn’t a moment in time his cock inside your core isn’t pure heaven pushing in and out of you. He’s careful not to hurt you, caressing your hips, and cushioning your posterior in his large hands, while he’s rearranging your insides and with only thoughts of what would please you more. The matter that his dick doing a swell job of ebbing every twitch to your hips only boosts up his ego a smidge, he claims, knowing damn well it was quite the understatement.

“Josh…squeeze me harder…fuck me deeper…”

He also likes how you knew the things to say, ordering him around, teaching him, gratifying him with the heightened volumes of your whines, your screams, his name on your tongue, again. It’d go on for hours–days if he could–and it’s never enough, but god did it feel good to try.

At this point, it’s in the middle of the afternoon and the only reason either one of you had gotten up was to go to the restroom or fetch snacks and water. Neither of you were hungry, thirsty, or felt the need for a different kind of release, so you stayed back together in bed. Joshua has made his point of being the man for you by having you climax in his presence countless times in countless methods and for countless hours. It was time for rest, you both concluded. For now.

You’d nuzzle into his bare chest, feeling the sweat radiate off his incredulously toned body, while his arms–bulging and rippled in from arm day for three times a week every week–shifts around your frame, tugging you close to him. His soft smile lets out a satisfied hum, puckered lips meeting your eyebrows. “You look so tired.”

“Whose fault is that?” you tease with your eyes.

His laughter reminds you of cotton candy, sweet and plush if ever materialized. It brought you back to how addicted you were to such a treat as a child. Now its been replaced with its personified self, Joshua Jisoo Hong. He melted in your mouth better than any confectioners sugar.

“I should feel guilty but,” he shrugs his shoulders to make a show of it, “I don’t. As long as you keep moaning my name or look at me with those eyes–”

You bubble up in laughter, “What eyes–”

“I’ll never stop. Love me the way you do and I’ll make every opportunity together a core memory.”

You light-heartedly scoff, your canine digging at your bottom lip when your eyes fixate on him, feeding into every word, every look, every breathing pattern. Your hand comes up to cup his face and you reach his lips, slowly but surely proving to him you’d do the same. While he was best with words, you were best with action, which proved the physicality of the situation more significant.

When you first met, he was brave enough to be honest in confessing he had little plans to be ‘active’ in a romantic relationship, a sign saying turn away now before you fall into an endless pit of a sexless relationship with no soft landing. He was proven otherwise with you, someone beyond pure imagination. You were a breathing fantasy to him. He was willing to give up everything for you.

Now in the present, his tongue dances against yours, your naked body clutching him, and finally his easily replenished cock tickling against your thigh. He pushed his hand up against your lower back into his torso and your warmth hovers on top of the head of the length, your moisture sliding against the sensitivity and you whine until Joshua feels it in his throat. “Put your dick in me…”

“You just admitted to being tired,” he lightly retorts, already twitching and heart bouncing at the thought.

“I’ll just…keep it warm…please, my love…”

You are sounds of bliss no matter what the words are, but in this case, he couldn’t imagine loving you anymore with the need in your rasp and the ache between your legs.

“Alright,” he relinquishes, hands finding balls of your flesh and guiding you to hug his girth with your fluttering walls that knew no rest. His arms bring you closer–somehow possible–and knead into your skin, feeling the soothing touch on the tips of his digits until he’s plunging the trimmed nails until his DNA is a part of you.

“Mmh, yes,” you mewl, returning your attention to admire his beautiful face, looking at you and only you.

You may have made the request but he was relieved to enjoy it, having already missed the contracting squeeze of your walls pulsating around his needy cock. He always feared that if he had a taste of the best vessel for his cock he would have, he’d refuse to let it go–now wishing, hoping, praying you’re never pried away from his hands.

You grind down to the base of his cock, his full-length home inside you and you share a groan, giggles following after when you lock eyes. Both of you were stupidly besotted with one another, even cherishing the sweet tenderness of languid movement of both your hips not on the journey for the climax, but rather appreciating each other wordlessly, as you’ve always done.

Arousal never leaves either of you while together, finding euphoria even in the smallest things such as doing laundry together or dishes together. The thought of a moment like this replays in both of your minds. Hardly sentences, hardly words, just how you fit like a puzzle, metaphorically and literally.

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wooyoong · 1 year

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I’m Not Cute

Taglist Form || Masterlist

Pairing: Jihoon x Fem Reader(est. relationship)

Words: Around 300

Trope: Hot boy doesn’t like being called cute

Category: SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Warnings: Smut- fingering, slightly dommy Woozi I guess

A/N: Huge thank you to @onlymingyus for proof reading this ❤️ Also tagging @angelwoozi for nefarious purposes.

Taglist: @drunk-on-dk @junhui-recs

Feedback always help!

Jihoon hated being called cute. He was not a child, or a puppy, he was a full grown adult, hence, cute should not be a word that is used to describe him. Hot, sexy, talented, charismatic- these suited him much more. He was a confident man, even if his height gave him a slight disadvantage, his talents and assertiveness more than made up for it.

So when Jihoon started dating you, probably the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes upon, he wanted you to use the correct adjectives to describe him. But you didn't. You used to call him cute affectionately all the time. For the first few times , he'd tolerated it because you were still figuring out the labels to your relationship and he didn't want to say anything that might sabotage his chance. But as time went by and you didn't stop, he just grew more and more frustrated.

Jihoon decided that the best (and the most fun) course of action would be to teach you in a way that you won't forget.

Which brings us to the current situation, with his index and middle fingers curled inside you, stroking your walls, the other hand lightly tracing your bottom lip.

"So what do we conclude from this conversation?" He asks smugly, his eyes boring into yours, as he brings his thumb to lightly press your clit, not giving you the pressure you need to push you beyond the edge.

"You're not cute. You're hot, sexy, a fucking tease and an asshole, but you're not cute." You practically cry, tired of being edged.

"That's right baby, now was that so hard, hmm?" He asks rhetorically as he finally rubs his thumb against your nub, deliciously rhythmic with enough pressure, and then pinches the nub lightly as he feels your walls contract around his fingers, pushing you to cum on his fingers.

"You know you could've just told me that you don't like being called cute." You laugh breathlessly after a few seconds, still recovering from your high as he plops down on the bed next to you.

"Yeah, but what would've been the fun in that?" He smirks, while licking his fingers clean.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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needed me || lc (m)

"You're still thinking of him while on your Valentine's date."

❤️ Pairing: fwb!Chan/Dino x Reader (afab)

❤️ Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); PWP, smut, angst; Friends with benefits

❤️ Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe! esp in fwbs <3), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, markings/bruises (hickeys), 0.2 seconds of degradation, semi-emotional sex

❤️ Word Count: 2.3k

❤️ Project: For Freya (@angelwoozi) for our Valentine's Drabble Exchange! I apologize if it lacks in angst! I'm still working on "emotional sex," so this was a nice challenge for me. I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

❤️ Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Please stay safe (in multiple ways heh), and I hope you all have a great day. Also, I decided to write in the present tense for once, so please ignore any incorrect tense changes LOL.

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The rising heat in your body is due to two reasons.

One being your Valentine’s date went poorly, and two being your body is still buzzing with need.

You had gone to your date’s place, fully expecting to get laid on this so-called love day just so you didn’t have to wallow in endless candy wrappers alone. However, as their hands had roamed your body and their moans filled your ears, you couldn’t help but imagine it was him instead. Him, who has been your friend for three years and fuck buddy for less than one. Him, who can draw out your mewls with the graze of his fingertips.

Although your date had touched you in places you enjoyed, it didn’t elicit the familiar feelings you have grown accustomed to. That caused you to spring from them, excuses flying out of your mouth as you hurried to grab your belongings.

It’s why you find yourself pressed against Chan’s door, his mouth moving against yours hungrily. One of his hands travels from your waist to grip your leg that’s hooked on his waist. He massages the flesh of your thigh as his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth. Your hands are gliding up and down his bare back—the results of his relentless workouts evident under your touch.

Chan pulls back to catch his breath.

“Should we slow down?” he asks between breaths.

You shake your head, eyes falling upon the faint, dark spot on his neck that wasn’t caused by you.

Chan had told you he didn’t have plans for Valentine’s this year, so you figured it would be no big deal for you to show up unannounced. What you weren’t expecting was for him to answer his door half-dressed, hair messy, lips slightly swollen, and a faint mark on his skin. Your heart had stopped a beat at the sight. You were well aware of the state Chan was in.

It wasn’t long before a woman emerged from his room, wearing just a tee and panties. The heat in your body had increased. You weren’t sure if it was because Chan was faring better than you at getting laid, or because he was fairing better than you without you.

After Chan told his “date” about you coming over to inform him of a family emergency, the lady left with sympathy that you didn’t entertain. Maybe it was best to play along, but you didn’t care if they believed it or not.

Seeing someone else’s marking on Chan brought a mixture of emotions; however, you decided to channel anger out of all of them.

“Why?” you scoff. “We’ve gone fast before.”

Your mouth connects with his again in hopes of returning to where you left off—to simply be in a state where you only felt his body on yours and nothing else.

“I know,” Chan pants when he moves away again, “but aren’t you upset that your date went bad?”

Right.

Telling Chan how rude your date was was a lie. The reason why your date went south wasn’t that your date was rude, it was because you couldn’t stop thinking of the person in front of you.

As if you would ever disclose that though.

He just…feels good. He knows your body like no one else.

“I’m over it,” you sigh and lean in; however, Chan stops you.

“You can talk to me,” he tries to reassure you, which only results in an exasperated groan from you.

“I don’t need to talk, Chan. I just need you to fuck me,” you argue.

Chan’s eyes roam your face for a moment.

“Fine,” he says before he crashes his mouth on yours. If you didn’t want to talk to him, he could at least help you feel better in a way he knew how.

You find yourself straddling him in his bed minutes later. You’re both left in your underwear, clothes forgotten somewhere along the way to his room—a trail that’ll be a morning reminder of how you are never asked to stay the next day.

That damn mark on his neck had become darker over time.

You try to ignore it, but it’s so blatantly visible you can’t help but glance at it every time you move away. You hate knowing someone else had touched him in an intimate way.

As you lean down toward his neck, you note that it shouldn’t matter if he was in bed with someone else.

As you lick and suck on the column of his neck, you recall how you’re not his.

As you create your own marks on his skin, you hope he can’t remember which hickey was from his date.

You hope all he will remember tomorrow is your mouth on him. You want him to remember how he’s moaning and gripping you closer as if he can’t get enough of you.

Chan doesn’t seem to care that you’re littering his skin with bruises as he yanks your bra and panties from your body. One of his hands grabs your chest while the other moves between your legs.

Your mouth finally finds his again, moans getting lost in each other's mouth as he glides two fingers in your wet heat. You’re grinding against his hand and shoving down his underwear.

“So damn eager,” he grunts while you pump his hard length.

“Just need to feel you,” you reply.

Chan’s fingers come back glossy with your arousal. He nudges your hand from him to coat his cock with it.

His room is filled with your moans when you sink down, fingernails clawing at his torso while your eyes shut briefly. There’s not a moment of peace as Chan snaps his hips into yours roughly. You have to press your palms on him to keep your balance.

“Shit, Chan,” you gasp. He’s large inside you, stretching you in the most addicting way.

“Always so tight for me,” he comments, eyes focused on where he’s gliding up in you.

Your sight lands on his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is open. You know he won’t meet your gaze, so your gaze lingers on him. Over time he’s stopped making eye contact whenever you were fucking. You wonder if it comes from guilt. Despite only catching him with someone else once, you’re sure he’s had other “partners” that's been in your position. You aren’t the only one who’s seen and heard Chan in this way.

The thought spurs your hips to move.

You want to be the only one who can satisfy him like this. You want to make him feel so good he will only come to you when he needs a release.

Chan curses under you. His hips slow, and he throws his head back as he lets you bounce on him quickly. A hand stays on your hips while the other runs through his hair.

“That’s it,” he praises.

Your walls clench around him, loving how blissful he looks. You want to keep going–give him everything you have–but your energy is being spent fast. Your hips gradually decrease in speed.

Instead of Chan moving you himself, he flips you over and pushes a leg up to get deeper. His mind is foggy, but somewhere in that smog is the image of you on your date tonight. You were dressed nicely; your appearance was fixed up in a way he’s never seen before. At least in a way that was never for him.

Always for someone else.

Always for someone unworthy.

He enters you again swiftly. There’s no gentleness as he slams his hips forward.

He recalls how many failed dates you’ve been on. How many failed dates he has been on just to spite you. He knows that’s childish. He doesn’t care about his dates in the way he should. He’s told himself that if the right person came along by chance, he will accept them happily. Though, each date never seemed to be the one.

“They never fuck you properly, hm?” Chan taunts as he continues to rock into you. “That’s why you always come here. You know I’m the only one who fucks you this good.”

Your grip on his arms tightens at his words.

“Tell me,” Chan demands and grabs your face to angle it.

Your eyes are wide in shock as they find his. His hold is gentle compared to his sharp, slow thrusts.

“T-tell you what?” you pant. There’s a whole gamut of emotions racing through you. You’re terrified he’ll make you admit he knows your body best, yet you’re also eager to tell him that it’s true.

“Tell me I fuck you better than anyone else,” he says.

“Channie–” you try to say, but he doesn’t give you the chance to finish your response.

“Fuck, Yn,” he huffs as he pushes into you once more before pausing. His hair is matted to his forehead, sweat covering his skin in an oddly beautiful glow. He stares at you–really watches you as if any slight movement will tell him what he needs to know.

“I don’t know if we should do this anymore,” he finally confesses after a few minutes.

Your eyes grow in size. An invisible hand squeezes your heart, and the pain has you holding your breath.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you force out, but you’re afraid of his answer.

He leans back on his heels and looks down at you. The movement causes a slight shift, and you involuntarily clench around him so he doesn’t slip out. Chan sucks in a breath at the feeling.

“Don’t go on those dates,” he blurts instead.

Your head tilts in confusion. You’re trying to gather your thoughts, but it’s difficult. Out of all the times he wants to have this conversation, he chooses now.

“I’m tired of seeing you with someone who isn’t me. I can’t do this knowing you’re doing the same thing with other people.”

You swallow harshly.

You can’t believe he’s actually saying it, and for a moment, you think you’re dreaming.

“Chan, I–”

“Let’s just finish, so we can–”

“Hey, hey, stop,” you huff.

“What?” he questions as he averts his eyes.

“I only went on dates, because I didn’t think you wanted more,” you disclose.

Chan peers at you again, shaking his head.

“That’s not true,” he says softly and raises you from the bed. Your legs rest on either side of him, arms wrapped around his neck. You bite back the moan that wants to escape at the new position. “I’ve wanted more for so long, but we had made it clear we shouldn’t get into a relationship together.”

You nod, recalling the first night you slept with him and the agreements you both had set.

“I’m willing to start one now,” you answer, a little nervous even though you’re sure of his answer.

Chan smiles, lips finding yours for a short kiss. “Me too.”

Your body moves against his again, albeit more slowly this time. Chan holds you close as you roll your hips. The slow pace lasts for a few minutes until Chan adjusts himself, so he can rock into you roughly.

There’s something about his thrusts that feel different. They’re harsh, but not in the way they were before. They’re calculated and less frantic. Regardless, each push has you edging closer to your climax.

Chan knows you’re close by the way your legs are squeezing him and moaning louder. He whispers praises in your ear that have you crying out his name a minute later.

When he goes to pull out, you hold him tightly.

“Inside me, please,” you beg quietly.

“A-are you sure?” Chan asks. Although this isn’t the first time he hasn’t used a condom with you, he’s always pulled out.

Nodding your head, “Yes.”

Chan adheres to your request, hips moving with newfound vigor that causes you to mewl as you begin to feel overstimulated. However, it feels so good that you feel the tightness in your stomach builds again.

“Gonna come again, baby?” Chan asks with an air of cockiness.

“Mhm, fucking me so good, Channie,” you whine.

Chan’s hips begin to lose their force, and it doesn’t take long for him to thrust one last time. You suck in a breath when he fills you.

When Chan pulls out, his eyes are stuck looking between your legs. He gently lays you back and brings a hand to your clit. He rubs it hastily as he watches his cum spill from your spent pussy. He moans when you clench and more escapes from you.

You come for the second time with a plethora of his names. Chan smiles upon hearing them, watching your body shiver with pleasure. When you slowly ease down from your high, Chan pulls away.

“You okay?” he wonders.

“More than okay,” you smile at him.

“Let’s talk more about us tomorrow, okay?” he suggests and begins to climb off the bed.

“Sounds good,” you mumble, watching as he leaves for the bathroom. After a moment, you hear water running. You’re teetering into dreamland when he comes back. Your eyes flutter open, not knowing they had closed earlier. He takes your hand and guides you to the restroom.

“A quick shower then we can go back to bed. Can you do this without me? I want to change the sheets,” he kindly says.

Although you wish he would stay with you, you nod and step under the warm water. It feels relaxing and immediately you sigh at the sensation.

“Okay,” he replies then presses a chaste kiss to your mouth before he leaves.

As you clean yourself, you feel as though a layer of sadness is scrubbed away. There’s still more to discuss tomorrow, but at least you know you’re one step closer to being a real couple.

Despite your date not going the way you planned, you’re much happier with how you spent your Valentine’s.

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how can he ever resist you? mingyu's known that he's loved you for every single moment of his life since you came into it, but being your friend a has left him no choice when you push him farther than he can take.

pairing: mingyu x reader ; hopeless-romantic!mingyu, flawed!reader, fed-up!mingyu wc: ~1100 genre: angst ; tw: cursing, mention of a knife (non-violent), mention of blood (non-violent) note: this is for freya's (@angelwoozi) request for an angsty love confession from childhood best friend!mingyu, so i hope you enjoy it! inspired by the anime your lie in april! (listen to friend a while you read)

You’re a liar, and Kim Mingyu knows it.

You’re also unpredictable, short-tempered, and way too pushy. You’re far from perfect.

But there was never a moment where he had to ask himself what was this feeling that was stirring his heart. He just knew.

From the moment he met you on the school playground in the first grade, he picked up on your personality. But when you called out to him from the sandbox, choosing him out of all the other people in your class, yelling, “Hey! Come play with me!” how could he have resisted taking one of your dolls and standing it up right beside yours? He squatted right down next to you, repeating his name when you asked for it even though he knew yours from during the first day of school introductions last week. Above your heads were fully bloomed cherry blossom trees, a sign of a beautiful spring season.

How could he have resisted when you physically pushed him into the choir audition room in middle school because you knew he wouldn’t do it on his own? Mingyu could barely control his breath from hyperventilating, but when you braced your hands onto his shoulders and told him that he could do it, and you’d buy him an ice cream cone from the truck outside, suddenly he could breathe again.

How could he have resisted when you dragged him to the middle of the floor during your high school prom even though you both brought dates that were not each other? You held onto both of his hands, lacing your fingers together as you moved to the beat of “Dancing Queen” because you both turned 17 within a week of each other and within a week of prom, so it only was fitting that you danced together, having the time of your lives.

And how can he resist even now, as your tears drench the shoulder of his cotton shirt as you lean on him? As much as Mingyu hates seeing you in pain, the promise he made to your mother to take care of you when she found out you were attending the same college is not forgotten, and this is how he’s taking care of you at the moment.

Passing another tissue to your hand, he makes sure you dab at the tears trailing from the corners of your eyes.

“Another one, please,” and he grants your request as you sit up to face away from him to blow your nose.

It’s almost like a routine.

You date someone for three weeks, it never works out well because of whatever reason, and he’s stuck here again in his dorm as his childhood crush cries on his shoulder.

“What was the reason he said again? Wonwoo?” The fact that he needs to clarify who speaks volumes about your dating adventures.

You look up at him with bloodshot eyes and pursed lips, and his heart leaps to his throat, making him want to retrace his steps. It hurts him seeing you like this.

“He said I didn’t align with his plans for the future.”

Mingyu scoffed, wanting to yell that you “dated” him for three and a half weeks! If you could even call cuddling after he rage quits on his FPS game a date. Mingyu could have told you that his narcissistic classmate would be a shitty match for you, but what would ever stop you from making those decisions for yourself?

He pushes you off his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Gyu?”

“You.”

Your eyebrows come together as you tilt your head. Pulling in your feet to cross your legs, you ask, “What are you talking about?”

“Do you even know what you’ve been doing?” Before you can say anything, Mingyu shakes his head. “Don’t answer that.”

Right now, in front of him, is a girl who he’s loved almost his whole life. Someone who he’s made the most memories with outside of his own flesh and blood, yet someone who barely knows that he exists at the very same time.

“You know, you have the worst taste in people?” He takes a beat to see your face fall further, but he can’t stop for too long. “Every single time, you date people who can’t love you, and you’re broken every time, and I have to pick up the pieces and put you back together. And yet, you still keep dating the same shitty type of people. No matter what they look like, they have the same rotten hearts on the inside.”

It takes everything in Mingyu’s power not to let the tears pinching his eyes flow, so he keeps speaking. “I would think that you’d be satisfied, but you’re never satisfied. And you’re always looking for more, and,” he balls his hands into fists, “And I’m literally here, (Y/N). I love you, and I’ve loved you a long time, and you’ve never seen me that way.”

“W-wait, you can’t just say that, Mingyu!”

“Okay.” He says tersely. “Tell me you’ve seen me that way, and I’ll stop.”

He knows you would lie about it, and he’s not taking any of your bullshit today. The jaw drop is enough for him to continue. “I wish you did see me that way, and I’ll be honest with you, I still want you to, but if you feel anything toward me at all, I don’t want to date you.”

The knife in his heart twists further when the word “why” is whispered just barely louder than the sound of your breath.

This strong and tough exterior he planned on coming into the conversation with broke down all at once. “You need to work on yourself, (Y/N),” his voice comes out gently, especially seeing as you’re starting to cry for another reason other than what you originally came here for. He wants to hug you and say it’ll all be okay, but he can’t. “You need to know what it’s like to be alone.”

Mingyu takes his thumb, swipes it underneath one of your eyes, and repeats the motion with the other. “And you deserve better, but I also deserve better. If that means we'll always be friends and nothing more, then that's okay with me. But I also want you to know that if your feelings change while you’re working on yourself, then we can have a talk about it.”

He presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls you into a hug, fully knowing this may be the first and last time he’ll have the privilege of doing so. He knows if he pulls away from the hug first, he’ll shatter. Mingyu whispers into the shell of your ear, “I have so much love for you, (Y/N). Always have and always will, but you need to love yourself before anything else happens. But don’t forget that I’ll always be your friend A.”

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Camouflaged (Part 1/3)

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Words: 1.1k

Category: Angst (Suggestive Af- MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Corrupt Politician DK x PR Rep Fem Reader

Warnings: Suggestive AF, a bit of a toxic dynamic, DK is a bad bad man(lmk if anything else needs to be added)

A/n: Thanks to @drunk-on-dk and @multi-kpop-fanfics for proof reading this and their vote of confidence! Also a big thank you to @onlymingyus @angelwoozi @wonwussy for their inputs on the banner 🥰🥰

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You knocked on his door, he'd called you in for something. It's funny, when you'd both first started, you as a journalism major wanting to work in politics and him, as a political science major wanting to give a voice to the youth of the country, neither of you imagined that your lives would turn this way.

Nowadays, your relationship with him was a mix of pure professionalism and snarky comments from your end, and feigning ignorance and patronizing words on his. Long gone were the days where this room, now his private office, the only one you both could afford at that time, was filled with mischievous laughters and stolen glances. He'd kept it still, to keep up the image of your average young Joe with average income who could only afford this stingy place.

It all probably began to go downhill when he had started gaining traction on social media as a handsome young politician who knew what he was saying for a change. The constant phone calls, along with people hogging him on the streets became too much for just the two of you and he wanted to bring in external help. But neither of you could afford it but then one day, suddenly, money wasn't an issue. He'd jokingly said that he found a generous old lady who had a thing for pretty boys. You later found out he'd taken money from a coal company, which went completely against the climate change agenda he'd been preaching.

He'd cried when you found out about it, saying that it was a one time thing in exchange for attending a few of their board meetings to give an impression to the public that they were doing something about their gas emissions.

You'd forgiven him then, it was his first time making a mistake and his tears had made you weak. Having a crush on someone's for over four years does that to a person.

Fast forward a few months, you overhead him on the phone, making a shady deal, promoting some snack company which had been heavily linked to an FDA official's bribery charge.

He'd denied it when you confronted him, saying that you probably heard it wrong. You trusted him again.

One day, while he was away on an interview, you'd accidentally stumbled upon the documents of the deal he'd denied making.

You felt foolish, for trusting him, and betrayed.

But hey, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me,right?

Since that day, you'd started collecting evidence, for the day you expose his true face. Your friendship had deteriorated significantly, you kept the PR rep job out of spite and vengeance.

His demeanor had also changed behind the scenes, from being the sweet, joking boy who shined so brightly to a wicked, patronizing dictator who manipulated people like they were puppets. He was pretty good at it too, blessed with the kindest eyes and the most beautiful smile, it was hard not to immediately fall for such a sincere looking face.

There was also another dynamic that had evolved between you two. It was much more beneath the surface, something that others weren't privy to. Innocent stolen glances of early twenties had turned to heated, despising looks filled with lust. It hadn't gone beyond eating each other with your eyes, your hatred and his ego stopping both of you. But the tension had been rising subtly, ever since that one time you'd caught him staring at your ass in a bodycon dress at an event.

Anyways, enough of a back story, you made your way into his office, annoyed that he'd called you in just as you were going home for the day. Well actually, you weren't really going home, you had plans to meet up with some college friends, Mingyu being one of them. He was sweet, and nice and everything Seokmin wasn't anymore. Back in college you'd rejected him because you were so in love with Seokmin that you hadn't really looked at Mingyu. But as you reconnected at one of the reunions, you'd hit it off with him and who knew, it could actually lead to something healthy.

Seokmin saw you come in, and raised a sharp brow at your attire. You had a black low-cut top on exposing enough cleavage for him to involuntarily swallow, with wide legged leather pants and high heels. His first thought was to pin you against the wall and test with his mouth if the skin of your breasts was really as soft and supple as it looked. His second thought was where you were going and more importantly with whom, as his possessiveness took over.

You saw him, sitting on the emerald green suede armchair, his strong thighs pulling the fabric of his dress pants.

Fuck, why the fuck was he so hot.

"You wanted to see me?" you asked, with as much sincerity as you could muster. You just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and see Mingyu's pretty face and nice eyes and have a good time.

Seokmin, for the life of him, could not remember what he'd called you in for. It seemed like all the blood that was in his brain had suddenly rushed down elsewhere seeing you all dolled up.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had plans. We can talk tomorrow." He wanted to inquire more but didn't really know how to breach the subject.

Let's just say you were more than mildly offended by his lack of questions. An irrational part of your brain wanted him to care, to ask where you were going so late at night, and wanted to see his reaction when you mentioned Mingyu. Fuck, why did you care so much about what he thought.

That dumb, hormonal part of your brain took over and you blurted," Yeah I have a thing, a date actually, with Mingyu, remember him? From college?"

If there was a third party in this room, they wouldn't have been able to catch the way Seokmin's jaw tightened, his hands gripped the armchair a little bit more firmly, and his eyes narrowed, only by a few millimetres.

Yup, you were satisfied now. It was really immature, and you knew that, but it felt good, you didn't really want to think why.

What you really didn't expect was for him to get up from his chair.

He walked towards you, surety in his step, confidence in his eyes and smugness in that wicked smirk.

The hair at the nape of your neck stood up as he started coming closer and closer, as you started taking steps back, only to be entrapped between him and the wall. His mildly scented perfume was attacking your senses now, as his strong body towered over you and you felt a blush rise up to your cheeks.

He bent down, and brought his lips next to your ear, his breath deliciously caressing your neck as he whispered,

"It's a pity, if it were me, you would've been spread out bare on my table by now."

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Sinful Lust | myg & jjk

☆summary: in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut. a tiny little bit of angst if you squint real hard. an open-ending if I decide to make this into a full fic, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: cursing, alcohol, pet names, explicit content: lingerie set, threesome, dom!jk, sub!yoongi (with a tiny little bit of switch maybe), switch!reader, consent bc consent is important!, oral sex (female and male receiving, male on male, female on male and male on female), Jungkook has a praise kink, dirty (filthy) talking, hair pulling, jerking off, tits play, ass slapping, ass biting, deep throating, clit play, fingering, pussy slapping, ass eating, ass fingering, unprotected sex (please use protection irl), big dick!jungkook, finger sucking, mouth fucking, edging (sorry yoongi), anal sex, double penetration, choking, aftercare (none for jungkook :( )

☆word count: 10.4k

☆a/n: Yeah so. This is pure filth. I am sorry. I lost control of myself and… yeah. No regrets though. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it hahaha. Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: also, I switched up my writing style a little for this one bc I wanted to try something new, so my bad if it’s trash. And another thing that’s worth mentioning: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

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❝ re-arrange ❞ — KTH (m.)

❥ pairing: model!taehyung x photographer!f.reader

❥ genre, au: smut, just smut, yeah | enemies with benefits

❥ rating: m/18+

❥ word count: 980

❥ summary: one moment you were telling him that you hate his gut and the next moment he's re-arranging your gut.

❥ warnings/tags: t*asing, d*m!taehyung, sub!reader, big cawk!taehyung, outdoor se* (in a green room), unprotected se*, m*nhandling?, se* against the wall, multiple p*sit¡ons, one time use of ‘sl*t’, lil b*gging, pu**y slapping, b**bs play, dr*oling (🕳️🏃🏽‍♀️), mirror se*, t¡t*y slapping <3, squ¡rt¡ng, bl*wj*b

❥ credit: thank you so much, Froya @sugarwithtea for beta’ing this in a very short time 🤍🫶🏽

❥ a/n: i refuse to suffer alone– i was really mad while writing this one because WHAT THE HELL KIM TAEHYUNG?! enjoy~

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I was mad– I still am.

The urge to wipe the annoying grin from his stupidly gorgeous face is high but not higher than screaming my lungs out; instead I bite the palm of his hand in order to be quiet. But I’m sure that whoever is passing by the green room can hear the muffled groans coming from inside the small, and almost empty room.

One moment I was telling him that I hate his gut and the next moment he’s re-arranging my gut. I don’t know how I ended up in this position — pressed up against the wall, perky nipples brushing against the smooth surface of the wall, a hand clasping over my mouth, Taehyung’s hot breath falling on my neck, raising goosebumps as he deeply thrusts inside me. Raw.

Taehyung sticks his tongue out to lick the side of my neck, “do you like it, hmm? Do you like it when I’m taking your sweet cunt from behind?” he asks and when he doesn’t receive an answer, he softly nibbles on my earlobe, and almost immediately, the desperate nods from me proves that he’s indeed right.

I desperately reach out to hold his hand that is covering my mouth as he pushes his throbbing cock deeper, and I push back. Breathy moans fall from his lips, “Just like that, clench your pussy tighter around my cock.” He pauses before groaning once I clench around him again, then adds, “do you feel how fucking hard I am?”

I let out a surprised mewl as I feel him directly hitting the sweet spot.

“You’re such a pretty little slut for me, aren’t you? So fucking perfect when you’re creaming on my cock, like you own it.”

I blurt out some choked, coherent words, as drool slips past my mouth. “What did you say?” he chuckles as his free hand grabs one of my boobs, and takes my nipple between his two fingers to pinch and pull, making me hiss as he finally removes his hand from my mouth. I take a lung full of air before speaking in a hushed tone, begging him, “please don’t stop.”

And suddenly I’m being pushed against the wall, now facing him; clearly hating how that shit eating grin is still there on his face, “I love it when you beg.” Without giving me time to respond, he hikes up one of my legs over his shoulder. He slaps the tip of is cock against my opening before pushing it inside.

I gasp for air, feeling him stretch my pussy more in this position. One of my hands holds onto his shoulder, and the other one holds the back of my knees to support my jittery body, as silent moans fall from my parted lips. Taehyung’s hand roams all over my body before it reaches my tits, and he slaps them multiple times as they become pebbled, almost immediately, under his harsh action.

With his brows furrowed and teeth biting the corner of his soft, pillowy lips, he’s completely focusing on my face. Feeling myself getting heated, I tear my gaze away from his. My eyes fall on our silhouette in the mirror— my nails are digging into his shoulder, my hair’s a mess and my lipstick is almost gone, most of it printed on Taehyung’s neck.

My body quivers as the sensational pleasure of feeling my high approaching at a rapid speed spreads on my lower region. “Taehyung,” I whimper out his name before adding, “mm, ’m so close.”

He slows down his movements, thrusting at a slow pace before pulling out his cock, making me whine. His hand comes in contact with my sensitive nub as he rubs his finger back and forth along the slit, before he dives two of his fingers inside. My eyes roll back and I see the white dots dancing when they close by themselves. The sloshing sound of my gushing sweetness fills the room, and within a second I squirt all over his hand.

“What a fucking mess….just how I like.”

Without wasting any time, I put my leg down from his shoulder, and push his back against the cool surface of the wall before dropping on my knees. My hand immediately finds its way to Taehyung’s throbbing cock with its tip angry, begging for release.

His hips rock forward once I give kitten licks on the tip of his cock. My one hand holds his thigh, and the other one slowly grips his length before I lick a few times on his frenulum, making him hiss. His hands are thrown over his head as his muscles flexes with his movements. I lay my tongue flat against his throbbing cock, teeth lightly grazing the length before I take him wholly.

His hands come down to hold my hair, as he moves it according to his own pace, using my mouth like he owns it. I relax my jaw, and small gagging sounds erupt from my throat, vibrating against him. I hollow my cheeks, allowing myself to suck him properly before sucking hardly on the tip.

“Shit, just like that!” he groans.

I look up to find his eyes closed shut, mouth open agape, as he suddenly spurts his cum all over my mouth. I pump him till the last drop before licking him clean.

With my wobbly legs, I stand by holding the wall beside him after a while. “You need help with that?” He asks, motioning towards me with his eyes, as the cocky smile spreads on his lips.

“I fucking hate you!” I whisper yell.

He wears his boxers, then his leather pants, and zips it. “That’s not what your pussy said earlier,” and with that, he exits the room, leaving me hot and bothered.

Even though I said I hate him, I know I’ll find myself in this same scenario once again.

I've never wrote anything quick like this one lol. Legit finished the smut at midnight 💀 Thank you for reading~ feedbacks are highly appreciated! Let's be friends? <3

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Forever | ksj

☆summary: three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

☆pairing: Kim Seokjin x female reader

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: ex-fiancés to lovers, idol!au, angst, smut, fluff

☆warnings: alcohol consumption, oc and jin fight a lot and don’t talk enough, oc is a little mean to jin and jin is a patient angel, cursing, inaccurate cooking terms, oc gets wounded on a nail, a bunch of nostalgia and regrets. explicit content: choking kink, grinding, a little bit of tits play, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), a little bit of dirty talking, dom!jin, big dick!jin, protected sex

☆word count: 25.2k words

☆a/n: here is the jin fic! I hope you will love itttt, it was really fun to write even though it’s sad. I love nostalgia and I hope I was able to write it well. Thank you to my beautiful beta reader @moonleeai for helping with this story once again. You are the best and I am so blessed to have you <3

☆a/n pt2: enjoy reading babies!!

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BLUE BIRD

pairing: Jeon Jungkook×reader

genre: fluff?, college au, somewhat friends to lovers? maybe, idk

word count: 900ish, drabble

summary: being the quiet one, you were never the friend that got the attention, not until that one question that got you confused

warnings: none

a/n: it is actually still my hell week that is my jury week but i saw this reels and this sound and needed to write this and I don't feel like crying and think i can rest so this happened, i feel like I forgot how to write at this point and don't know where this will go but still, i hope you'll enjoy it <3

Jeon Jungkook wasn't someone you spent your time with, you wished he was, more than you liked to admit but he just wasn't.

It was most likely your fault, given that you never let yourself be alone with him.

You just couldn't take it.

Your silly little heart decided he was the one it wanted to beat for and your mind was racing to stop getting attached to that said boy. It wanted to protect you from the heartbreak you were sure you would experience.

You wouldn't stand a chance if she did.

You never did.

No one would see, let alone choose the silent girl next to the sun herself.

That was something you realized not even the hard way, but rather simply as you grew up.

You were okay with it, you didn't mind it, at least for the most part. At least until you saw Jungkook with his smile and fluffy hair with his oh-so-beautiful sparkly eyes you'd wish you were the tiniest bit more visible.

You were all gathered up in one of your friend's houses, just chilling and sitting down together to finally relax after your finals. You would rather be going back to bed after spending days without sleeping but your friend insisted on getting some air before that. You were never the one to resist her.

It has been a couple of hours since you came, some empty bottles were now on the floor and the table and laughter were filling the space but all you could focus on was how Jungkook's bunny laugh was all over his face, and his hair was falling beautifully over his eyes.

You wanted to see his eyes.

No, you wanted to get out of there and breathe.

So you did exactly that, you softly moved from your place to go sit outside for a while, just eyeing your friend to let her know about it. She just nodded with a soft smile on her face, knowing you sometimes needed that.

You stepped outside, immediately feeling better once you took a deep breath and sat down to look at the sky. The chilly air keeping you awake and alive, and a couple of stars that managed to twinkle through the city lights were blinking down at you, reminding you of the very boy who was sitting right inside with the very same sparkles.

God, it was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

"You like the sky?"

And now you were hallucinating.

"Y/N?"

You definitely were hallucinating.

Jungkook flopped beside you, his body radiating all the warmth in the world.

Okay, you weren't hallucinating.

"Hm?"

And that giggle again.

Why was he here again? Why was he doing this to you?

"I asked if you liked the sky?"

"Oh, yes, I do, probably more than anything."

"Yeah, I figured that out after you looked at it mesmerized this whole time."

"You did?"

"Yep."

Oh...so he was right behind you when you were out there dreaming about him and that goddamn eyes of his. Great.

You didn't know what more to say but he was still looking at you, quite focused too if you were to add, so you just blurted out the words,

"We always spent our nights in one of our backyards trying to match the stars to each other every night, Ari and I, I mean."

"Yeah? Which one was your favorite?"

"Uhm, we-"

Jungkook cut you off, just when you were trying to remember those old memories.

"I didn't ask about Ari Y/N, I asked which one was your favorite."

"Oh.."

"Yeah, now c'mon what's the answer hm?"

"I-I guess it was Orion? It was the easiest to find for me so it was just soothing in a way."

"Orion.."

He whispered, like he was trying to keep that information in his mind. You just nodded, not knowing what to say to him other than that. You couldn't believe he was sitting there, his knee touching yours, like this was something you did all the time when it was the exact opposite of it.

Why did he look so relaxed sitting there? You wish you knew.

You wish you could just sit with him the whole night.

You couldn't take your eyes off of his side profile, memorizing every inch of his face as he kept quiet, until the wind came by with a force, making you shiver and Jungkook laugh at that, turning to face you with his gorgeous smile and speaking.

"C'mon blue bird it's getting colder and I don't have anything to give to you we can do this some other night."

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Yoongi x Reader

I’ve been inspired by all the talented writers on here so I decided to do a very short one shot 🫣

Inspired by his Instagram photos of his messy hair 😭

Warnings: none just soft Yoongi and sunlight

Ps: if you have any constructive criticism pls drop in the comments as this is my first one shot.

Waking up to the sun shining through the sheer curtain, the room is painted in a warm glow. Turning over I grab my phone from the bedside table as 9am greets me.

Yawning as I pat the other side of the bed for Yoongi, I instead find his disappearing warmth. Stumbling my way out of bed, the smell of coffee fills the air. Stretching as I slowly move to the kitchen I’m greeted by Yoongi’s back and messy bed head. A smile graces my face as I walk closer towards him.

Hearing my footsteps he turns to face me, sleep prevalent on his face.

“Morning.” He grumbles.

Yoongi looks especially cute this morning, his long hair moving in all directions with him leaning against the countertop. The coffee smell coming from the mug in his hands.

“Good morning,” I whisper, moving to hug him from behind. “Did you sleep well?” I continued, as he turned to face me.

Yoongi pulls me closer, as we linger in each other’s warmth. Moving back a bit he gives me a fond look, his gummy smile making an appearance.

“Mhmm, I came to bed earlier than yesterday” brushing pieces of his hair back, “didn’t finish the song but wanted to be near you.” He states softly.

Heat floods my face as I move to bury it into his chest. He chuckles, gently pulling my face out of hiding. Cupping his hand against my cheek, he stares into my eyes for a moment before leaning in for a short kiss.

“I love you jagiya.” His forehead pressed against your own as he whispers his affection.

Flushing red again, I mumble my love back. Shy smiles and soft glances are exchanged, as we bask in the rays of golden light and each other’s presence.

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Man of The Year (MYG x GN!Reader)

pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry

rating: PG

summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.

a/n: omg isi updating back to back fics? who is she? anyway this is inspired by that viral post of a little girl proudly taking pics of her dad on graduation day. thank you mars @joheunsaram for showing me the post and also letting me use her idea! i hope i did this justice. also inspired by one of my classmates who brought their little one dressed in a cap and gown to walk across the stage with them (so cute)! and big congrats to the class of 2022, i’m so proud of all the graduates, you deserve the world!!

listen to: man of the year by logic

A bead of sweat pools at the back of Yoongi’s head, sliding down his neck and into the special black robe he’d adorned. A heavy sigh escapes his throat. He’d probably have to get the robe dry cleaned. Another $10 spent on an item he’d never keep after today, and he knows money had been tight for the last little while. He’d barely been able to squeak by and pay Eunha’s school fees this month, begging his PI for a last-minute raise, who’d reluctantly acquiesced, knowing Yoongi was graduating soon anyway.

Yoongi resists the urge to scratch the itch that popped up mere moments ago and has now bloomed into a painful nuisance. Why were these outfits so damn scratchy? He’d never understand it.

“Appa,” his ears perk up at the small voice, the tiny hand clutching his own, and his fingers wind tighter around Eunha’s. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

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LAY DOWN ON ME

pairing: Kim Namjoon×reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 600ish, drabble

summary: as you try to keep your thoughts and suffering to your own, your boyfriend makes sure you know you can lay the weight on him

warnings: implied anxiety thoughts

a/n: happy joonie day!!

This is inspired by lay your head on me by crush

Your phone once again stopped ringing in the other room without you noticing it even lighted up. You had left it in your bedroom while you started cleaning your apartment.

These last weeks had been...hard to say the least. It felt like everything was falling at your feet while you tried your everything to keep them alive and in one piece. It felt like you were drowning in the very thing you should have kept doing and it was draining you.

You knew you should have taken a break long ago when you first started feeling like this. To avoid this in the very first place but something in you that you refused to show outside kept on nagging you to continue.

You were sure you made it look like it was all fine, you couldn't even think about burdening someone with your thoughts but you were wrong. One thing you failed to remember always was that Namjoon never let go. He never did and he never would when it came to you.

That you always forgot.

As your phone rang the second time that day you were trying to clean the mess you had left in your apartment while you struggled with work and it was time for some stress relief with the process.

When the phone went to voicemail again, the third time that day and fifth in the week, Namjoon knew something was off. You never left your phone away for that long if everything was fine. His mind filled with worry as he tried to reason his thoughts with how busy you'd been but it wasn't working as his mind showed him memories of you breaking on your own and trying to get up without showing anything. He wanted you to know you weren't alone now, he would never leave you alone again.

It took just a little more of his heart to convince him to finally get up and check on you. It wasn't like something had to happen, he could just say he wanted to see you and go back if he was just being paranoid. He nodded to himself, not leaving another second without moving, and started walking towards your apartment.

He never felt this grateful he was living close to you besides these times.

You were scrubbing the oven like it was your worst enemy when you heard the doorbell, your eyebrows frowning with the sound. Who could that even be on a Sunday afternoon?

You washed your hands, not even caring you probably looked like a mess, that needed the energy you didn't have in you, and walked to the door, finding a heavy-breathing Namjoon before your eyes.

His little shy smile was on his face, looking like he didn't know what he wanted to say before your eyes.

"Joonie?"

"Hi, baby, m I interrupting something?" He asked, eyeing your hair that was going every place and your shirt having watermarks all over. You followed his eyes, looking at yourself as much as you could, chuckling softly at your state.

"I was just cleaning but I'm almost done."

He nodded, following after you as you let him step inside.

Namjoon could see it in your eyes that you were way more tired than you were showing outside but he didn't say anything. That wasn't what you needed at this moment.

He sat at the bar stools you had as you finished cleaning, the sounds of you scrubbing getting harder and harder as time went by.

"Y/N?"

You only hummed as a response, his soft voice making you want to break down in his arms and stay in his strong and safe warmth that was your home.

"You know you can always lay your head on me right? I'll always be here to hold you."

You stopped breathing for a second, the tears that were threatening your eyes letting go, falling, falling into your very own safe place's arms.

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