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love grows where you go.

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 11.4k

rating: 18+

content: angst | fluff | smut | arranged marriage au | pining au | ft. tsundere!yoongi

warning/s: swearing | alcohol | depictions of almost drowning | explicit sexual content | thigh riding | fingering | nipple sucking / play | handjob | idk what it’s called lmao but basically like rubbing your genitals together u know in a bare manner sjdksjd | virgin!reader | this is very vanilla and soft tbh 

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opening note. hello! this is my entry for ‘the summer bucket list’ collab event by @jamaisjoons with the prompt “watch the sunset on a beach” !! i hope yall enjoy reading !!

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three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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First Love, Last Love (M)

title: first love, last love posted: january 19th, 2021, 7pm est pairing: bad boy pianist!yoongi x university!reader(f) genre: angst, smut; opposites to lovers, high school/university au summary: after the most pivotal moment in your life, you never thought you would ever see him again. years later, you cross paths in the last place you ever imagined him to be. was this the universe giving you a second chance? or were you destined to repeat the same mistakes you fought hard to forget? warnings: alcohol, house parties, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, choking, hair-pulling, oral (m/f rec), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex (pls be responsible!), dirty talk, gagging with a tie, creampie, nipple play, public sex (kinda?), edging, denied orgasms, doggy-style, cowgirl, overstimulation, min yoongi in mf general notes: thank you to @sketchguk, @softyoongiionly, and @yoonjinkooked (and honestly the rest of the @bangtansorciere network) for being incredible hype ppl! and @bangtantaegi​ this is filthy yoongi smut, what can i say?? mobile users: alt link if this doesn’t open in tumblr ➛ ao3 word count: 33.5k !! (omg i am so sorry, you can yell at me)

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What does it look like when an artist’s passion dies? 

You imagined an unfinished painting, the canvas collecting dust in a corner amongst rusting paint pots and hardened brushes. Or an abandoned instrument case shoved into the back of a closet, sheet music stuffed in binders stuffed in boxes stuffed in the attic. The arts no longer spoke, danced, comforted. What was once a technicolor ocean of imagination now resembled an ugly, dried sludge of doubts and fears and excuses to find another path. Society’s standard path. One with a more stable lifestyle and greater number of career choices. 

No matter what you pictured, it was nothing compared to what you were witnessing. The world before you swam in your vision: the imposing, dark monster of a grand piano swallowing its prey whole. And the victim didn’t fight back - not even for a moment. They let it consume them under the blinding spotlight, a feasting on full display. They knew this was the close, proverbial wings folding around their slumped form in surrender.

The entire room held its breath, but inside you a storm raged so harshly that you wouldn’t be surprised if people could hear your thundering pleas. 

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—champagne problems (m.)

pairing: jungkook/reader

genre: rich!jk, friends with benefits, slight sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, some light angst because i’m evil

word count: 2.5k

warnings: explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, dom!jk, also bit of possessive!jk if you squint, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, jk calls oc ‘love’<3, oc having a brief moral dilemma while being horny. 

summary: so even if that’s temporary, you are going to stick to jeon jungkook’s side, indulge in some sugar babyness, have good sex, drink expensive champagne and listen to trivial problems of the upper-class. when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?

a/n: this drabble has been sitting in my drafts ever since sowoozoo happened and blessed us with this look on jk. since it’s my favorite’s boy day, i decided to finish this up. happy birthday, jungkook<3

It didn’t come to you as a surprise that rich people don’t have the same problems as you, basic humans do. They’re called champagne problems, dilemmas that carry little significance when compared to famine, poverty, inflation or other things only commoners experience on daily basis.

Jeon Jungkook, for example, a womaniser extraordinaire you met two months ago in Stigma, considered buying yet another car for himself a real problem not because he doesn’t have money for that – the black card in his wallet indicates quite the opposite actually. The main obstacle, as he explained to you that night over the second cosmo he oh, so generously bought you, is the limited space in his apartment building’s parking lot. He’s currently occupying two spots and the rest is tenanted by others. A pity, truly.

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“it's 2am. your lover is still playing video games in the living room, so you grab your pillow, settling yourself in between your lover's thighs as you watch them play, and soon enough, you're asleep again” with 🌺 jk pretty please??

Turning over to find nothing next to you in bed, where every single night your long term boyfriend would be, you whined — eyes heavily opening and adjusting to the darkness of the room as you heard a muffled sound coming from the living room.

Looking at the hour on your nightstand’s clock displaying the numbers 2:00, you sighed. Although it was no surprise for Jeongguk to be up at 2am on a Friday night, you were not happy over the fact that he was awake in the living room and not in bed with you, maybe watching a movie or trying to hold back eventual giggles as he watched funny videos on his phone as you soundly slept beside him.

Not giving it a second thought, you removed the covers from your body and grabbed your pillow, holding it tightly against your chest as you made your way over to the living room. Even though the only light in the room came from the TV, it wasn’t hard to find Jeongguk right in front of it, with a blanket covering his legs while he sat on the couch next to a fast asleep pupper — Tigger being just like you when it came to cherishing your sleep.

Standing by the entrance and staring at the PS controller in his hands, your eyes instinctively travelled to the TV, not being able to keep them from rolling in amusement. Of course he was still trying to pass the one stage he had been stuck in for a few days now.

Now, after three years of being together, you knew well enough you would not convince him to go back to bed until he was ready to let the game go. No matter how many times he nodded and hummed to let you know he was listening to you, he would always end up being too invested to actually go to sleep like you told him to.

So, not even trying anymore, you went up to him.

Jeongguk smiled as soon as he was aware of your presence — not a word coming out of his mouth, yet pausing his game and holding the blanket on his lap up for you to get in with him. Doing as he had silently motioned for you to, you sat down between his legs, resting your back on his chest, and smiling contentedly when he tucked you in with him and pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head, before his arms rested around you so he could keep playing.

“Are you winning?” you asked, eyes already closed yet still being nosy as you were.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” he answered with another question.

You smiled tauntingly. “Do I take that as a no?”

This time, a quite loud giggle escaped your lips, after hearing a small, whiny ‘aish’ coming from your boyfriend’s lips.

Opening your eyes and staring up to him, you reached up to plant a sweet kiss to the spot under his jaw. “I’ll have you know I only date winners, bun”.

“Yeah… Not sure about that, petal”.

Jaw hanging open at his passive aggressive comment towards your asshole of an ex, who was hardly ever brought up anymore, you gave him a light shove — one that had him both laughing lightly and calling you out on almost making him lose.

“Well, I’ll have you know I only intend to date winners from now on” you corrected your previous statement.

Jeongguk smiled at that, eyes still fixed on the video game in front. “I thought you only intended to date me from now on? Considering we’ve already made our life together?”

“Mhm…” you pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck. “Like I said, a winner”.

Your words earned a snort from him, shaking his head in amusement.

“Give me a few more hours and I’ll be just that”.

You whined, throwing your head back on his shoulder and hugging your pillow tighter to your chest. “It’s already two in the morning”.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “There’s a whole night to go”.

“But I’m tired” you pouted.

“Then close your eyes, baby”.

Huffing at his smartass answer, you ended up doing as told, letting go of your pillow and turning slightly towards him, so you could nuzzle his neck and place your arms around his waist.

“I will change the Play Station to our bedroom so you have no choice but to stay next to me while I sleep”.

Jeongguk chuckled silently at your supposedly threatening words, causing a smile to curve up the corners of your mouth over the way his chest trembled because of that.

“I tend to curse and whine a lot, though” he pointed out what you already knew — if anything, he was trying his hardest not to do any of those things right then, so you could have a good sleep. “You won’t mind?”

You shook your head no, a tired yawn coming out of your mouth as you inevitably began to drift off to sleep. “As long as I get to sleep with you…” your shoulders moved up in a faint shrug. “Plus, you won’t have me coming here being all clingy and keeping you from moving while I lie on top of you like I am now”.

He smiled wholeheartedly, pausing his game for a moment when he felt your body relax on his when you finally entered your dream, as if you had not been bickering with him only ten seconds ago.

Resting his back down lower against the couch so you could lie down more comfortably on his chest, he adjusted his arm over you so you wouldn’t slide down, later removing a strand of hair from off your closed eyes and lovingly staring at your sleeping face for a few seconds; not being able to hold himself back from pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before he could resume his game.

“I don’t mind this at all”.

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

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— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

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omg can I have a mafia Jungkook reaction of you having to fight someone off and being really scared :( pls make him sweet <3

|| Of course! Here you go, I’m so sorry for the long ass wait🌻 ||

Everything Will Be Okay

Warnings: strong language, violence, mentions of blood, reader almost being assaulted

“I’m sorry, Rose, but your time is up in this competition. Please pack up your stuff and head back home.”

“What the in the actual fuck,” you bellowed, tossing some buttered popcorn kernels at the T.V. screen, “She didn’t deserve to leave!”

Grabbing the remote off the glass coffee table in front of you, you flicked the television off, to frustrated to continue mindlessly watching what was on the screen.

“Stupid reality T.V. The judges seriously don’t know what they are on about.”

Your eyes shifted down to the popcorn bowl on your lap then back up to the screen. A sharp gasped escaped from your chest at the sight. Clear as day stood a black figure a few feet behind the couch you were seated on. Whirling your head around, you scanned the area behind you, expecting to see the same figure from the screen, but no one was there.

“Okay, my imagination can fuck off..”

Cautiously standing up from the comfort of the couch cushions, you hesitantly crept over to the doorway of the living room.

“Hello? Kook,” you called out, “Look, if you’re trying to freak me out then you should be glad to know that it’s working!”

A creak in the floorboards behind you made your whole body freeze in place. Menacing shivers crawled their way up your spine, erupting a series of goosebumps across your skin.

“We’ll I’m glad to hear that.”

A gruff voice broke the every silence. Reluctantly, you turned around to face the figure standing behind you. Your eyes squinted, trying to make out any sort of features of the man standing only a couple feet away. The perpetrator wore all black, effortlessly blending in with the darkened surroundings. All you could make out was the man’s eyes. Which were unfortunately full of sinister intentions.

“It looks like Jungkook’s little lamb has been left all alone. What a pity. I was hoping to run into your boyfriend, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

“Who .. Who are you,” you cautiously asked, instinctively taking a few steps back.

The man’s eyes began twinkling with dark amusement, moving his gaze to roam your body.

“I don’t think you need to know that,” he mumbled, taking a simultaneous step forward, “You know, I’m starting to feel almost a sense of remorse for you. Such a beautiful girl about to come to a horribly gruesome end.”

Bile started building up in your throat as his words rolled off his tongue. Nausea was creeping in - fast.

Gruesome end?

“How about we make things a tad bit more fair, baby? I’ll give you a five second head start. Starting .. now.”

Not wanting to hesitate and waste even a millisecond of the time you’ve somehow been spared, your body dashed out of the living room, heading straight for the front door. It seemed as if the five seconds flew by faster than expected as the booming sound of harsh footsteps started up behind you.

Your hand clasped down onto the cool metal of the doorknob, twisting it as fast as you can. But before you could yank the piece of wood open, a hand entangled itself through the already messy locks of your hair, throwing you down to the ground. A sharp shriek of pain left your lips when your head collided with the tile floor. A small cluster of black dots scattered across your vision only to slowly dissipate seconds later.

“Oh, how I wish Jungkook could see you right now.” the man snarled, his boot connecting with your ribs, “You look so perfectly pathetic like this.”

The impact knocked all air out of lungs causing a burning sensation to flow throughout your body like wildfire.

“I could just imagine the pure rage that would take over him.”

If it wasn’t for the mask covering his mouth, you’d imagine him trailing his tongue across his bottom lip. The way he spoke - the way he peered down at you - screamed the disgusting satisfaction this whole situation was giving him.

“Please,” you coughed out, “Please, stop it!”

The man snickered at at your pleads causing a pang of humiliation to hit your chest. You watched in horror as he closed the gap between you two. He slowly crouched down to the floor before crawling overtop of your pained figure. 

“I wonder what will hurt him more.. Killing you or scarring you?” 

After those dreadful words left his lips, his hand flung out, gripping the thin fabric of your shirt, and yanking as hard as he could. A sickening sound of the shirt’s fibers being ripped rang throughout the room. 

“No, no stop,” you screamed, your own hands shooting out to hold the fabric together.

The man just chuckled at your efforts before moving down to your jeans. You cried out and felt your vocal cords stinging at the sharp vibrations. Your eyes frantically searched around the two of you while you kicked out your legs, successfully hitting him in the jaw. 

“Feisty,” he sang out, “Just how I like ‘em.”

He cracked his neck before holding your legs still, his fingernails harshly digging in. Your eyes frantically looked around the both of you in desperation, hoping to find something - anything - to defend yourself. Then your teary gaze fell upon a pair of sparkly heels sitting only a few feet away.

You forgot to put them away after stumbling home from a night out.

The man’s eyes followed your stare and paused. He could tell exactly what you were planning. In a split second, he shot forward at the same time as you, trying to stop you from reaching the only weapon around. Before he had the chance to get close, your fingers grabbed the strap and you swung the point of the heel towards him, making contact with the man's forehead. 

He let out a cry before it was quickly replaced with a growl. You reacted before he had the opportunity to regain his senses and kicked out your foot once again, smashing his head into the wall. His entire body fell limp directly after the impact. Upon a closer look, there was a brand new dent in the drywall, right where his skull made contact. 

As the adrenaline pumping through your veins slowly died down, you noticed a thick pool of blood beginning to form around the man’s head, soaking into his mask. You barely had time to register any of the details of what had transpired before the front door opened to reveal the only person you wanted to see. 

“K-Kook,” you called out before shooting up and throwing your arms around him. 

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to respond to your embrace by wrapping his arms securely around you. Although, he kept his eyes fixated on the unconscious individual in the corner. All the tears you were desperately trying to hold back escaped as you began sobbing into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here,” he tried to soothingly whisper while tracing his fingertips up and down your spine, “He can't hurt you anymore.” 

Comforting someone - especially someone so vulnerable - wasn’t Jungkook’s specialty, but he tried his hardest when he saw how clearly distraught you were.

“Tell me I didn’t just k-kill someone,” you sobbed, feeling your whole body beginning to involuntarily shake, “I-I didn’t want to hurt him, but h-he ..”

Jungkook pulled away just enough to cup your cheeks. His thumbs rubbed across the stained flesh, clearing away the tears that trailed their way down. Then he leaned forward, planting a delicate kiss onto your forehead.

“I know. Go wait in the car, okay? I’ll deal with it from here.”

You weakly nodded your head, not wanting to spend another minute in the house where you were nearly assaulted - and potentially murdered someone. 

“Everything is going to be okay, baby,” he whispered before leading you out the door, “I promise you’re not going to be the one who killed him.”

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the art of playing | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff, light angst

>>word count: 6.3k

>>warnings: jk must be cuffed for being so sexy…, but what if… he is so strong that he breaks them? 🙇🏻‍♀️, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, restraining, multiple orgasms, nari’s face on a milk carton bc where the fuck is she 😭 (she’s with her mom <3), overstimulation, thumb in butt 😗, dirty talk, safe sex, office sex, sex against a desk, light choking, jk is just… gawd… drooling for him 👍🏻, nari astrological sign reveal LOL

>>notes: more dilf jk <3 had to write a lil something for the heart cuffs 💞 this happens before the art of craving timeline wise!! also title is inspired by the song play by marian hill :*

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for? 🙄

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the art of craving | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 6.9k

>>warnings: the domesticity… sob sob, the cutest baby… sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie,  sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻

>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I’m sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧 

also also i don’t think you necessarily need to read the previous part to understand this one, but if you would like to it is here!!

>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

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the art of wanting | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, a lil bit of plot 

>>word count: 10.3k literally why cant i write anything short ever hhhh

>>warnings: cute baby!!!, jk being a good dad, he likes to garden :(, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, handjob, coming in pants, AYOOO OC GOT A FAT COOCHIE, lowkey body worship, fat coochie supremacy, oral (m/f), safe sex, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, eye contact, jk likes to watch 🥴, asking for permission, jk’s lowkey controlling i guess but it’s soft and like not toxic lol, PLAYFUL use of the word ‘daddy’, no actual daddy kink 🙄, dirty talk

>>notes: idk what it is, but something about actual dads being called ‘daddy’ in a sexy way just does not sit right w me 😐 so i did not include the d word in any sexy context sry daddie luvers, maybe next time !! anyway! late vday one shot!! didn’t turn out as good as i wanted, but i still hope you enjoy! sorry for any mistakes; this is not beta’d lol ALSO ty to @moonb0yy​ for helping me with parts ilysm much bestie ur the best <3

>>summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

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why the hell is this so cute?!!!

Lmao I was complaining to my mom how all my kitchen knives are dull and should be sharpened and my mom said: "there's an old saying that if you have good lover, all the knives are sharp in the household as well". I have no idea why tho. She did not elaborate either.

And I started thinking about 🌺jk sharpening knives bc someone told him that. Dunno why but if feels like something he would do.

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“Who are we murdering?” such obscure question coming out in your usual cheerful intonation caught jeongguk’s attention.

Eyes locking with yours as you stood by the door, bag over your shoulder since you had just arrived home from work and had decided to check up on the noise coming from the kitchen, he felt his cheeks turn a strong pink at how you had caught him red handed — kitchen counter filled with all of the knives you owned, which had been carefully placed one next to another by him.

“Would you actually help me commit murder?” he answered with another question, earning a throaty laugh from you.

“I mean, I am your self-proclaimed ride or die, so…” you shrugged.

Rolling his eyes while the corners of his mouth curved up in a smile as you entered the room and placed your bag on the table, he put down the knife he bad been sharpening, so he could grab your hand instead and pull you closer.

“That’s good to know,” he joked, lips lightly pressing on yours. “Too bad I’m not a sociopath”.

“Dammit,” you joked as well, acting disappointed as ever. “That would’ve been hot as hell”.

“Shut up, you dork” his fingers softly pinched your sides, receiving another laugh from you.

“Well, if you are no supervillain, then what are you sharpening so many knives for?”

Jeongguk shrugged, in that one particular way of his you had learned a while ago that meant he did indeed know, yet didn’t want to share his answer out loud.

“Bunny…” you pushed it.

“They were dull as hell” he simply answered.

“I know,” you agreed. “Which is what I told you like a week ago and you brushed it off saying they were just fine”.

“Well, I changed my mind”.

“May I know why?”

He sighed, defeatedly resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re so nosy”.

“That I am” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Now tell me”.

Knowing well enough you were not letting it go no matter how hard he tried, he decided to just get it done with.

“I was just talking to Hobi hyung earlier today when I got home and was making something to eat, and complained to him about the dull kni—don’t you make that face” he warned you as soon as a triumphant smirk showed on your lips over the fact that you had been right all along. “And then he said something about a saying that goes like, how all the knives are sharp in your house if you have a good lover or something like that”.

“Does that make me a bad lover?” you raised one of your eyebrows.

“No!” he was quick to deny, causing you to throw your head back as you laughed at his cute panicked face. “No, not at all. But, you know…”

“I don’t” your hands gently cupped his face when you realised he was not planning on speaking any further.

Jeongguk bit his lip as he tried to find the right words. “I just… I mean, in case you knew about that saying, because that’s kinda your thing, and you did point out how dull they were the other day… I wanted to… I don’t know, have them sharpened, just in case”.

“Just in case I had pointed it out as a way of saying you’re not a good boyfriend?” you wondered.

Once again, he shrugged. “Or in a way to just, I don’t know… show you I can be a better one”.

This time, you couldn’t help but giggle — not in amusement, but in pure awe over how wholesome he was instead.

Tightening your hold on his face, you pressed two chaste kisses to his lips before your arms were wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hug you were not planning to let go of anytime soon.

“God, Jeongguk. How do you do it to reassure your place as the most precious person in my life with every little thing that leaves your mouth?”

Feeling his shaky breath against your neck, you knew you had managed to make him flustered as hell. The way his arms wrapped ever so tightly against your waist, however, let you know he appreciated your words nevertheless.

“I truly didn’t know about that saying at all” you admitted once you had finally pulled away, eyes intently scanning the knives on the counter. “But I am definitely sharpening them more often now instead of just complaining to you”.

He chuckled lightly. “You already are the best girlfriend I could have, petal. You don’t need to sharpen them to prove you are”.

“Says the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, who still went and sharpened them just because of that random saying” you pointed out, loving the way his cheeks were once more turning pink. “You haven’t got a say on this, bun. I am sharpening them”.

“On the bright side, cooking will be easier” he nodded to himself.

“And we’ll feel better about ourselves” you laughed, being instantly followed by him. “Do you think there is a saying about being a good lover if you cook your girlfriend’s favourite dish after she arrives home from a long day at work?”

Knowing exactly what you were doing, he rolled his eyes. “I think that’s more of a fact than a saying”.

“And aren’t you the best boyfriend in the whole world?” you batted your eyelashes, coyly leaning in just enough for him to give in and close the space between your lips.

“Jajangmyeon for dinner it is”.

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Locked Up | Oh Sehun

sumarry:  He was two thing in his life: a workaholic and a player. Those were the only things in his life he closed himself off for everything else, including his own soul mate.

genre: angst; fluff; ceo!au

word count: 10.8k

Part of the saudade series

It was hard to understand your emotions when you were in front of him. What were you feeling and just how much of those feelings were actually yours? You were devastated, you knew that much was yours but there was still a bunch of mixed up emotions that maybe didn’t belong to you. You didn’t think you felt angry but anger was one of the things that you felt the most. Was that you or was that him? It was hard to tell everything apart.

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gosh it's sad to know that most of my fav authors in asianfanfics have deactivated their acc... i still want to reread their fics tho...

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Piss Off Your Parents

Piss Off Your Parents Ship: BadBoy!Jungkook | RichGirl!Reader Description: Roommates!AU | BadBoy!AU | FakeDating!AU | In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm. Warnings: Dom!JK, Daddy Kink, D/S Themes, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Intercourse, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Fingering, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Lots of Pet Names, Angst, Fluff, Drug Use (it’s just weed) Word Count: 16,411 A/N: Based on the song 18 by Anarbor! This ends my hiatus! I’ve been writing this for literal months so I hope you guys like it. Happy Early 3rd Year Anniversary!

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a cinderella story | jjk

❝you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?❞

• pairing: athlete jeongguk x “nerdy” female reader

• genre: fluff, angst, comedy, halloween au, college au, athlete au, s2l, cinderella au

• rating: pg-13

• warning(s): manipulative stepmother and sisters, bullying, stupid stereotyping, mention of a past death (readers father passed away), grief, struggles with multiple jobs, stress, mention of anxiety, profanity

• inspiration: from “a cinderella story” starring hilary duff.

• word count: 21.2k

• beta readers: @gukniverse and @vminity21 are seriously the best support system and read through this beast in a few hours. i love them so much.

• tags: @thesugatoyourtae​ @kirbykook​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @stigmaluvr​ @balenciaguks​ @giadalin​ @drarrystic​ @alle-rtse​ @kpop-4-ever @kookiesbreaky​ @svenotes​ @ilymarkchan​ @trynavibewhileicry​ @aishahafreen11​ @lovelyjkook​ @betysotelo18​ @nochujjk97​ @koo-zy​ @yoonsgirl​ @9795​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @holynamtiddies​ @bobbyboops​ @gukksluv​ @pjmsdior​ @dionysusrage​ @loveyourselfbangtans​

• note: this was commissioned by my bb @peachykoos and oh my word i had such a blast writing this !! literally the longest oneshot i have ever written and wow…i feel so accomplished. i have peaked everyone, it’s excellent. anyways lajskd i obviously changed how this story unfolded in a few areas but over all im super proud of it !! i hope you all enjoy this and please do tell me what you think !! happy reading !! also,,,i apologize for how long it is. pls forgive me. 

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The Morning After | (M)

Author’s Note: welcome back to chanvember! i hope you enjoy this piece <3 its been a while since ive written smut for him and given how the last time went over, ive been very nervous about this. so i hope everyone has a great time! | this work features graphic sexual content and themes not suitable for an audience under the age of 18. please do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable or if you under 18. Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: smut; romance; friends to lovers!au; fluff; angst; au Summary: For the last several months, every time you and Chanyeol get drunk you wind up in bed together. At this point, you’ve come to expect it - it happens like clockwork. But now, your feelings for him have developed into something much stronger than friendship. Now, you’re not sure you can carry one pretending to be fine with this arrangement. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; unprotected sex; creampie; sex on a kitchen counter for all to see (but the stove isnt on; safety first!); dirty talk; drinking games; jongdae possibly passed out in the snow Word Count: 11K

The heat of his body pressed against yours is what wakes you, the full length of his limbs nestled against your skin, seeking security. 

Chanyeol is needy in sleep, always curled against you in the hopes of sharing warmth, contact, and affection. Waking up beside him, held so tightly in his arms, his breath cascading over your neck, is your favourite part of this non-arrangement - the glory of waking up and feeling wanted. He’s good at it, too, tall enough and warm enough to make you feel special, protected; and enough to make you want him him down to your soul, as though you could ever want him less. 

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—hot boy bummer. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / friends with benefits / friends to lovers + smut  

⟶ words: 14,633

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?

⟶ warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink

⟶ note: this was inspired by a number of things but mainly do me by kim petras being on jungkook’s spotify playlist, this tiktok sound, and this tumblr post lol also big thank you to @bratkook​ and @onherwings​ for letting me ramble on about this fic and reigniting my inspo for it 💛

( p.s. i tried to proofread this but if y’all see any typos no u didn’t, thank u <3 )

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