nagwonee

[nagwonee]

LMAO the ending though 🤣 but awww this was so sweet! awfully quick. i would totally read a series about these two raising the baby. they’re adorable

the best day

The best way to receive a birthday gift? Being woken up at midnight on the best day of the year, of course!

pairing: jimin x f. reader

genres/tags: fluff, estabilished relationship

words: 0.9K

rating: G

warnings: soft jimin (yep that's a warning); tooth-rotting fluff prepare yourselves

a/n: a lil one in honor of our birthday boy 🥺 i wish park jimin the happiest of lives and that he feels loved every single day because he deserves it. love you boo!!! enjoy the reading, kiddos 💜

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Jimin stirs once he misses your warmth on the bed. You watch silently as his arm outstretches, reaching for your side. He stays like this for a while, body turned around all crooked in bed, heavy breaths coming out in puffs. You imagine he must be tired once he didn't even put on his pajama t-shirt (and you aren't complaining since you love feeling his bare warm skin in contact with yours), but you frown and hold back your desire to shower his face with kisses.

"Love?" His voice comes low and husky with sleep.

"Mmm?" You grumble, reaching his right foot, massaging it.

He taps his outstretched hand by his side. "What you're doing there? Lay down."

You chuckle as you see him still with his eyes closed. "Are you tired?" He nods. "But you know what time is it? I have something for you."

Slowly you see him open his eyes. His squishy cheeks are puffy, hair strands in all directions.

"Mmm? What time is it?"

"Midnight. October 13th."

His eyes close again, but his lips curve upwards into a grin. Your lips mirror his and you smile through the tension in your body. Would be like his birthday gift? How is he going to react? Jimin finally gives up on being sleepy on his stomach and turns to you, sitting on the bed and taking in your figure. He frowns as he calculates in his mind. You went to bed at 10 pm, how on earth is your hair up in a ponytail the exact same way it was when you lay down? Weren't you in bed these two hours? What were you doing and why on earth he can sense your tension from where he is?

Jimin gets close to you and brushes a few strands of hair falling in your beautiful face, hand cradling your cheek as his thumb caress your soft skin.

"What's wrong?"

You let out a puff of air. Jimin kisses the tip of your nose.

"I was anxious to give you your present."

The room is poorly illuminated by the lights coming from outside, but your brain brings back the image of him blushing. Jimin always blushes when you give him presents, no matter how small or out-of-nowhere they are. He's probably blushing now, you imagine.

He is, yes, a small smile coming to light on his face.

"What present?"

You keep your mouth shut when your hand reaches behind your back, retreating a relatively small baby blue box, his favorite color. A dark blue ribbon on its top.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

He eyes you suspiciously but proceeds to open the small box. You didn't know it was possible for your body to tense even more, but watching his eyes glued to the open present for a long minute sends your mind into overdrive and makes your body stiff as a rock. Jimin doesn't even touch its content as his gaze raises to you.

"Are you serious?"

Pursing your lips, you nod. Your hands shaking, clutching the black duvet of your shared bed.

"I... Took five tests before talking to my gynecologist," your voice is barely above a whisper, "they were all positive. Your birthday was near so I thought maybe I'd do a little surprise..."

Jimin stays silent as his eyes fall back to the little white baby shoes, a positive pregnancy test on its side. In his mind, he replays the last days and tries to remember if he missed something. You were just fine, not showing any signs you were hiding something from him. His eyes turn teary at the prospect of having someone who resembles you and him altogether — it was always one of his biggest dreams, being a dad. Jimin always craved the feeling of being to someone what his dad was to him. To be called a hero. To attend father's day festivities at school. To be proud. To raise someone.

His train of thoughts is interrupted when he touches the baby shoes and hears your quiet sobs. Jimin scoots closer to you on the bed leaving the box behind, unclasping your hands from the duvet and holding them, frowning.

"Baby, are your hormones already a mess? What's wrong?"

Your sobs get louder.

"D-did you like i-it?"

He looks at you like you're giving birth at that precise moment.

"Of course I did, my love," he says bringing your lips to his. "I can't even believe it... God, am I really awake? It feels like I'm dreaming."

Ceasing your sobs, you giggle when Jimin swings on the bed to find a comfortable position to get on eye level with your belly, face flush against your skin as he pushes your (his) t-shirt out of the way.

"Jimin, I'm on my tenth week. I'm not even showing!"

"I don't care," he kisses your belly. "My baby's here. I want to talk to them." Jimin pushes you to lie on the bed and you giggle, his hands caressing your skin and eyes looking at it like he's somehow capable of seeing his child already. "Hi there, bub. They say talking to babies like this strengthens our bonds. I can't wait for you to hear my voice and start to kick your mommy's tummy." He closes his eyes and rests his head there, your hand instinctively going to cradle his hair. "Are you going to take too much time to come out? I want to hold you already. Do you know your mommy has the best kisses in the world?"

"No, the best kisses are from daddy."

"Nooo, don't hear her!" He fakes a scowl at you. "Every time I'm feeling down or upset, she just gives me many many kisses and then I'm happy again."

"Mmm, then what's daddy's power?" You ask.

Jimin fakes a thoughtful expression, opening his eyes and hiding his mouth behind his hand like he's just telling his child the biggest secret of the world.

"Daddy put you there. That's my power," he whispers.

"Park Jimin!"

Between a fit of laughter and cuddles and kisses, Jimin thinks this is the best birthday he has ever had. He can't wait to finally hold his present in his arms.

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[nagwonee]

not dad!yoongi being supportive, loving and funny 😭 that’s my weakness. what a cute drabble! i love it. couldn’t ever tell it was your first post nor that english isn’t your first language. great job!!

hiding

Of course, the baby had to be Yoongi's son. Otherwise, why would he be a little prick? Just like his dad.

pairing: yoongi x f. reader

genres/tags: established relationship; fluff; slight comedy; pregnancy

words: 0.8K

rating: G

warnings: childbirth (I don't know if it's a warning but here it is 😅)

a/n: So, hi! I'm posting this as a test since it's my first time posting a BTS fanfic (I write a lot but never post anything 😢). I'm a little nervous (??) since I'm not a native English speaker, so this one's short. Let me know if you like it because I have other works I really want to post here but I feel like my vocabulary is poor. Also, I'm new to Tumblr (yeah, in 2021) and I don't really know how to use it properly, so my blog's kinda lame, sorry for that! Despite all, I hope you enjoy ❤

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"God, seriously, where have you been all my life?"

Yoongi's arms are spread, his hands palmed against the large wood table supporting the weight of his upper body. He's grinning down at you while you chew his fabulous kimchi fried rice, and from there you can see his cat-like eyes squinting and his gummy smile and little teeth.

He's adorable.

"Hiding from you."

And snarky too.

You roll your eyes. "You can preach that all you want, everybody knows how you fell for me the moment you put your eyes on my green flowery summer dress. And my black all-star. That was a classic."

"Stop daydreaming." He whines, but the smile on his face never fades. You smile too.

"Oh, tiger boy, don't act like you didn't rail me–"

"Okay, okay!" He shakes his head. "Now eat. You're eating for two."

Oh, yeah, the heavy tummy you'd been carrying up and down for nine months now reminds you of why you've been so keen on getting Yoongi on his nerves. Your hormones have been throwing a bomb-ass prom party in your body since the first stages of pregnancy and you are desperate for Jaehyuk to kick out of your belly as soon as possible. You love your still unborn baby more than anything in life, but he's heavy and sometimes you think he already chose he's going to be a soccer player because he kicks more than Cristiano Ronaldo himself. Doctor Cha says it's because he's positioning to come out, but you're sure he wants to stay there for all 42 weeks.

Apart from that, since you completed 37 weeks – now on your 39th, poor Yoongi – you've found your fun in faking your ROM and making him loose his mind thinking you're going to deliver in the middle of your house. It's cruel, and you know he's been on edge, but Jaehyuk is a tiny lazy baby that refuses to be born. You're mad at your own baby boy and your loving husband has been on the receiving end of yours and your son's disarrangement.

"Yeah, yeah, this little ravenous boy–"

Oh no.

Oh no.

"Yoongs", you call him before you feel the first excruciating pain and the warm liquid between your legs. "Baby, he's coming."

"What?" Yoongi pays you no mind, back facing you while he cleans some dishes he left behind. "Don't tease me again, prick. I won't believe you."

"No, no, no, no, no", the word leaves your mouth like a chant. Curling your body to the table, you try to get up to show him you're not pranking him this time, but a sharp pain in your lower back makes you sit down again. "Min Yoongi, your son is coming!"

He looks at you, and you see the color drain his face as soon as he notices the dark stain on your dress, the inside of your tights shining.

"What's this? What's happening?"

"Yoongi!" You cried out. "I'm going into labor! Get me to the hospital now!"

Almost 7 hours.

Turns out Min Jaehyuk didn't even wait for you to go to the hospital, and you were so mad your son decided to change his mind as if coming out in the middle of the kitchen was a good idea. Like he has to come to his parents as soon as possible. Yoongi had to call the health insurance for the childbirth crew to come to you and after 7 hours of thinking you might faint from pushing your son out of you too hard, between Yoongi's legs as you squeeze his hands and thighs and resting your head on his chest, he thinks you're the strongest woman he has ever seen.

It's alright.

He's coming to us.

You're doing such a great job.

You're strong.

You're so beautiful.

We're almost there.

Just a little more.

I love you.

Thank you.

His words were encouraging and when you thought you wouldn't be able to push anymore, Yoongi combed your sweaty hair out of your face, wiped your tears, and whispered those words.

Then silence.

Then a strangled baby cry.

"Finally", Yoongi's voice is soothing and you rest against him more comfortably. You smile in a blissful state.

"Yeah", your eyes are closed, but you sense his eyes on you. "That little prick. I just know he's your carbon copy."

Yoongi grins, and as Jaehyuk is placed comfortably in your arms, he feels his heartbeat increase and his vision getting blurry. His son is indeed a carbon copy of him; cat-like eyes, thin lips, bread cheeks. You were so eager to meet him, and there he is.

"He's got your nose."

"Stop lying", your voice quivers. "He doesn't even look like my son. If he hasn't come from inside of me, I'd doubt."

Yoongi giggles. He doesn't want to wake his baby, now peacefully resting on his mother's chest. "What? I'm serious."

"Yeah", rolling your eyes, they meet your husband's shiny ones behind you. "He's beautiful."

Yoongi shakes his head. "He is. We made that."

Returning your gaze to your son, you whisper. "Where have you been all our lives, my love?"

Jaehyuk stirs, his tiny closed fists resting on each side of his face.

"Probably hiding from us."

You giggle and can't stop thinking that this indeed is what heaven probably looks like.

[nagwonee]

DEAR GOD, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING @hobipost WITH THE INSPIRATION FOR THE DELICIOUSLY SINFUL SMUT 🥵🆘🔥🗣

yo this part right here??? i felt that in my soul!!!

and oc taking the lead? fucking hot

this is definitely a 10/10! already a personal favorite. pls support this story ♥️

miss nana i just found your blog and let me tell you: get ready for some binge reading. you’re a great writer and i’m extremely excited to get to know your work

how bad do you want it?

Some race to live, some live to race. You like to play it fair as everything you knew was the legacy of your family. When a street racer named Kim Namjoon comes to Tokyo asking to be your opponent in a race, you can't say you had ever been inclined to tell him no.

pairing: street racer!namjoon x f. street racer!reader

genres/tags: action, strangers to lovers, smut, street race au

words: 3.8k

rating: NC-17

warnings: +18 content ahead (don't interact if you're a minor); allusions to illegal activities; the reader is Japanese (it's not a warning but it kinda is???); swearing; dry humping; finger-fucking; oral sex (m receiving); protected and penetrative sex (you and joon are responsible okay 🧐); car sex; outdoor sex

a/n: dedicated to the biggest and buffest crackhead out there!! i wish namjoon the happiest of lives <3 (i'm late i know). i always imagined what it would be like to read a street racer!namjoon and now i wrote this... well i hope he enjoyed his birthday bc i sure enjoyed writing this piece right here :D anyways guys, just want to let you know this for your full experience: tora means "tiger" and jigoku means "the hell" in Japanese (at least that's what google translate says). enjoy the reading 💗

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"You're not a man?"

When Namjoon went to Tokyo, a woman behind the steering wheel and quite the infamous reputation wasn't what he was expecting. It isn't like he hasn't seen women racing, he just thought that Tora wasn't exactly an epithet a woman would commonly use.

"Well, I think I'm not."

"Tora, come here!"

You turn your head in the direction of the voice but don't answer, your gaze returns to the man in front of you instead.

"What you're doing here, neighbor?"

The word neighbor having a deeper meaning than one person could comprehend, as for his Korean roots and the fact that you know he's not from Tokyo at all.

"I want to race with you," he states plainly, taking you by surprise.

"You're not the only one, baby boy," crossing your arms, you shift your weight from one leg to another, using the car behind you as support. "You don't even know my name–"

"I don't need to know your name," he cuts you short. "I came here to race with the best. They told me you're the best."

You knit your eyebrows, squinting your eyes at him. At least he's bold.

"They, who?" You inquire, but he doesn't make a mention showing you he intends to reply. Decrossing your arms, you roll the sleeves of your attire up. "At least let me know your name."

"Kim Namjoon."

"Kim Namjoon," you savor his name in your tongue. Sweet. "Not a name of someone that races to live."

Namjoon crosses his arms, tilting his head enough for you to get a better vision of his adam's apple bobbing, his left eyebrow rising. Tilting your head, you're almost sure his eyes resemble the eyes of the red dragon tattoo on your back.

"I don't race to live."

"You live to race?" You taunt. "Fine, then. We'll race. My time, my place."

"There'll be a race on Saturday night, almost every driver of neighboring cities will be there–"

"You mean Jigoku?"

Giving your back to him, you open the car hood again, briefly looking for anything out of its place as you mentally take notes on what tools you'd need for this one to be brand new again. Hoshi made a mess on his last race.

"Yeah. I came from Osaka just to race with you there."

"I feel honored. Heard Osaka's racers are," you look at him fully taking him in, "great."

It all began with rumors of a certain member of the Hatsu Family dethroning every good racer that Namjoon heard of. At first, Seokjin didn't want him to go seek problems in someone else's territory — Osaka was their place since they decided to leave Seoul behind many years ago. They know each corner and people knew them. Their shop is doing well and they don't need the race's money. What Seokjin doesn't know is that it isn't about the money; there's a fire inside Kim Namjoon he couldn't put out. The thrill, the desire for adrenaline is what keeps him fidgety because, god, he misses it. There's not a day Namjoon doesn't miss the cars, the smell of burning tires on asphalt, the sensation of only hitting the breaks when the race is over, past the finish line.

The world where you and Namjoon live only classifies people as two things: winners or losers. There's no in-between. No what-ifs or buts. When you almost win, you're still a loser. Something catches your eye though, something Namjoon brought with him from Osaka, and you now want to know if it's something only his, or if there's more of him there.

Namjoon leaves shortly after you demonstrate you're up to his challenge. Hoshi arrives at the repair shop right after, asking who the man who left is.

"I don't know," you limit your answer. "I'll know when we hit the gas pedal."

Saturday comes at light speed. Arriving at Jigoku Street Race is always something pleasant. You'd be lying if you say you don't like the cheers, the reputation. This time around, you're hating it. Your most anticipated opponent is nowhere to be found and you almost convince yourself that he bluffed, giving up before it was late.

The thick fabric of your leather jacket isn't enough to shield you from the almost bruising grip on your arm, and for a brief second, you think it's Namjoon. You're ready to turn to him and shove your sneakers down his throat to his ass, but you bite your tongue as you see Tatsu's troubled gaze.

"I've heard the news," he barks never leaving your poor arm alone. "Why don't you race with me?"

"You don't play it fair," you answer without hesitation. "And I don't race with someone who doesn't play it fair."

Tatsu scoffs at your antics and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. How do you hate this imbecile piece of shit...

"Is it a sin that I have the means to be the best?"

"You're not the best. I am. Try to play it fair and then we'll see," you try to loosen your arm from his grip, but to no avail. "Leave me alone."

"You're a fucking bitch–"

"I think she told you to leave her alone, man."

To recognize the third voice in your current situation isn't what you're expecting, let alone the fact that just someone who came from the other side of the country is bold enough to address Tatsu this way.

Namjoon doesn't seem surprised in the slightest bit — if not, he looks pissed off. You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You came to Jigoku to have fun and do what you love to do, not to be between some alpha male dispute. If he doesn't know by now, you don't need him to defend you from Tatsu. You can handle your own even if you have to stay in line a little.

Matsunaga Tatsu plays dirty out of the races too, and that's exactly why you don't want to get involved with him by any means. After this night's over, Namjoon would be gone, but you would stay — and you know what being on the receiving end of a Matsunaga is.

"I think nobody asked you something, man," Tatsu grips your arm with more force, making you lose balance a little.

Through the corner of your eyes, you can see Namjoon's knuckles turning white. The tension is palpable at a point you'd be able to cut it with a sharp knife. For a whole minute, nobody dares to break the silence and you're starting to feel your blood constricted where Tatsu's hand maintains the grip, leaving the lower part of your member feeling numb.

"If you want someone to–"

"I want her."

Namjoon takes a few slow steps until he's face to face with the man who refuses to let you go. It's an instant and if the only sound there wasn't for the chatting, music, and motors a few meters away, you probably wouldn't be able to recognize the fear inside. You've never seen someone speaking so boldly to Tatsu beside you, and you know he only let you speak to him the way you do because he wants to fuck you.

Tatsu doesn't move an inch, nothing indication he intends to let you go.

"I'm not like her," Namjoon chimes. "If you want to play dirty, I'll play dirtier."

"I'd love to see you try."

The tingling sensation spreads through your arm fast when Tatsu loosens his grip and lets you go. From a distance, you see Hoshi walking slowly toward you, but stops dead in his tracks as he sees Tatsu giving both of you and Namjoon his back and walking away.

"Are you fine?" Is the first thing Namjoon says as his eyes take upon your much smaller figure.

"Who do you think you are?" You bark, looking at him all mighty, puffing out your chest. "Do you think I need your help? Because I'm a woman? Do you think I can't handle myself?!"

To say Namjoon is flabbergasted is an understatement. When he saw something suspicious at a certain distance from the crowd, he didn't think twice to walk on to know what was happening — he didn't know it was you, though. He would've done the same if it was anybody else there, woman or not. And of course, he felt a little uneasy taking in someone towering over you, but not once he thought you couldn't handle your own because you're a woman and need his help because he's a man.

"You're telling me this," Namjoon calmly says. "I said nothing. Not even thought about it."

You fight the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.

"I'll wait for you at the finish line."

Giving him your back and walking away seems the best decision for your hurting ego. There were some other races before yours, but you paid no mind to them as your eyes stayed glued on Namjoon and his every movement like a hawk all night. He didn't come alone, a tall and equally handsome man right behind him whenever he moved, eyes analyzing every car passing by him.

Soon you hear your name being called, slowly driving your black Lancer Evolution IX to the finish line, Namjoon following you right after with his dark blue Mustang.

Funny. You wouldn't have guessed he's a Mustang guy.

You roll your opposite window down and he does the same already looking at you. You look at him.

"You said to Tatsu you'd play dirtier with him," your voice is loud to surpass the noise around both of you. "Will you play dirty with me?"

Namjoon's gaze on you is intense, but he doesn't say anything until he tears his eyes from you, looking ahead whilst gripping the steering wheel with enough force to make his muscles tense deliciously under your stare. His sharp jaw is locked like a treasure's chest and it makes your core muscles constrict slightly around nothing, feeling your warm wetness starting to pool.

Fuck.

No man ever did this to you once. You didn't even realize the sexual tension was there until... Well, until he gripped that fricking steering wheel the way you wanted him to grip your neck.

"You know I'll not. You wouldn't have accepted to race with me if I would."

Your smirk is everything you give him before you roll up your window.

The moment you first hit the gas pedal is the second moment you love the most in your life. Your favorite moment, however, is when you hit the breaks after the finish line — when you're not only a woman, you're a god. When there's no one to doubt your ability to drive like a Hatsu daughter; when Tora and you are the same. You don't blame Namjoon for coming all the way to Tokyo thinking you're a man as people often make it seem like you are, like some shadow of your brother Hoshi even if you're a better racer than him.

The thing about Kim Namjoon is, he didn't back off just because you're not a man. He cuts you in the street with his Mustang and leaves you a little behind. He doesn't have to be told twice to not hold back because his opponent is considered fragile as per society's viewpoint. He plays fair.

Namjoon wants adrenaline as much as you do and after various twists and turns, you're not surprised you both make it to the finish line at the same time.

You don't stop there to stay surrounded by people thought, and so doesn't Namjoon. Stopping only when you're a little too far from the city, his car hot on your heel, parking on a side road that reminds him of Ilsan and even Seoul. He watches you getting out of your car and walking to him with firm steps as he gets out of his car as well.

"Are you taken?"

You question him with seriousness in your voice he doesn't recall hearing since he met you. He wants to answer no, but his moment of silence is enough of a reply to you as you circle your arms around his neck and on tiptoes, you kiss him.

The kiss is slow as you're testing the waters, like a first meeting where you try to memorize small things about the other person. Only when you need air do you pull away, taking his bottom lip between your teeth with you. Namjoon lowly groans, big, calloused hands splayed around your waist making you shiver.

"Yeah. Taken by surprise," he whispers as he chases your lips.

If the first kiss is always to know your opponent, the second is always to satisfy them. Your bodies bump on the side of his car and his hand fumbles behind him to find that fucking thing to open the back door of his car — he doesn't even remember the name of such a trivial thing. When Namjoon finds it, he encircles his arm on your waist and pulls you closer to him, creating space between you and the door for him to slide in the backseat, waiting for you to hop in. You do, right on his lap, and instantly feel his bulge through his jeans and moan.

"Fuck..." Your hips roll against his, breath right by his ear as he uses your position to pull your skirt up, exposing your clothed core to him. "You're so big. I can feel it."

Namjoon doesn't say anything. All he does is kiss you like a madman. Like he's dying and his only source of life is on your lips. As you roll your hips against him creating sluggish, delicious friction, he puts your hair to one side of your shoulder exposing your neck to his dangerous plumb lips. Your movements falter when he kisses you there, nibbling at your skin, grunting as he forces your hips down even more in a back-and-forth motion.

Your panties are soaked already and all you did was feel his dick through the thick fabric of his jeans. Damn.

"W-what– mhm– what you're doing to me– yes– Namjoon?"

He still doesn't reply and you grab his face to make him look at you. Namjoon stares at your lips and your whole face before he looks you in the eyes. You clench around nothing because even if you're still fully clothed, you feel bare under his stare.

"I want you," his baritone makes you shiver and moan.

Darting your tongue outside to moisturize your drying lips, your eyes fall from his eyes as your thumb traces the outline of his plump ones. You want them everywhere.

"Then take me," you whisper.

The realization you still have too many clothes bores you to no end as you work on his shirt buttons, almost ripping the material apart. See, you're an impatient girl and can't wait to see what type of god-like structure he's hiding behind layers of clothes. You make sure the shirt you choose for today flies from your body as soon as you take a look at Namjoon's hard and warm chest. You need your chest against his, need his ragged breath in your ear while you grind on him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Namjoon mutters when he catches a glimpse of your dragon tattoo on your back through the rearview mirror, bright red, its head between your shoulder blades as the drawing ends right below your middle. His fingers trace the thin lines and you shudder as you feel his fingertips rougher than yours.

"Do you like it?"

Namjoon's hips buck back at yours almost mindlessly.

"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Your grin is so big and it's fucking hot to watch it falter when you feel the pad of his fingers running through your clothed core.

"Namjoon..." Sighing, your hand goes to his wrist, burying his hand inside your panties, making him shudder as he feels how wet you are.

"Is this for me?"

"Do you want it to be for anybody else?"

Your tone is not serious and you're not serious at all because nobody ever made you this wet. Nobody looked at you like you're their prey at the same time you're their deity the way he does.

"Condom," he murmurs.

"Where?"

"Glove compartment."

You flung yourself to reach the compartment on the console, your hands are erratic as they search for the plastic packing, grabbing it and almost desperately ripping one with your teeth, instantly feeling the strawberry taste on your mouth.

"Strawberry? Really?"

Namjoon only takes the flavored plastic from your hand and puts his middle finger inside. The smell of strawberries is everywhere.

He takes his protected digit against your clit makes your thoughts malfunction and everything you're capable to do is moan his name, whimper and shudder as your hips rock to give you more friction to get off. Namjoon is painfully hard under you, but he's a patient man. His mind is clouded with your pleasure and everything he sees is your breasts constricted by your bra. He kisses and nibs at the skin of the area and the message's quickly understood by you, unclasping the piece and freeing your hard nipples. Namjoon almost faints seeing them fucking pierced. He circles his tongue at your right nipple as you moan, never stopping his movements on your clit.

"Put it inside," you whisper massaging his scalp as his tongue does otherworldly work on your other nipple.

"Are you sure?" His voice is so deep it makes your wetness ooze out of your cunt. You nod muttering a small yes. He feels your juices and whimpers, getting the answer he wanted before his finger dives in your warmth. "Fuck– you're fuck– so tight..."

"A-another," you plead. "Please, I want– hmmph– another finger."

Your shoulders tense as you feel another finger diving in, inside the condom, the burning sensation a strange mix of pleasure and pain. Namjoon starts to move after some time, gradually making you roll your hips on his hand. He scissors them inside, making the come hither motion and brushing against your g-spot. You squeak holding his shoulders as your legs tremble.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes– oh– right there– mhm–"

His fingers are knuckles deep inside you and you begin to see stars as your orgasm approaches, clenching his digits uncontrollably as you hold anything you can reach to alleviate the amount of pleasure your body can't handle alone. If this is what his fingers feel like you can't even imagine what his cock is capable of doing with you.

Namjoon feels you're closer, your breathy sobs the sound he wants to hear at the moment he leaves this world to a better place (hopefully). He doesn't even remember the last time a woman made him this hard only moaning his name, the interior of his car hot like an inferno, your sweaty bodies swaying together in a dance he doubts he'd be able to dance with anyone else but you.

It's the best fuck of his life. And he isn't even using his dick yet.

"Don't hold back," he mewls as he feels you trying to hold your orgasm just a little right on the edge. "Cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my fingers."

"Oh fuck! Namjoon!"

His words are too much. You hear the wet sounds clearly as you cum hard, chest to chest with the man making you feel so good your vision almost blacks out. Namjoon helps you ride your mind-blowing orgasm as his lips make a wet journey from your jaw to your shoulder.

"You did good baby," he praises as his fingers leave your cunt and he gets rid of the condom. "You look even prettier when you cum."

You want to say something, anything, but your mind is somewhere far away from you. His praises only make your desire, which you thought was already sated, grow. You want him closer, deeper.

"Fuck me," you're pleading. Fuck modesty. You'd marry him right on the spot if he promises to take you so good like this until the day you die. "Please fuck me."

He simply rips your panties and throws them somewhere before manhandling you to give your back to him, your tattoo right on his face as he frees his manhood. He kisses it as he tears another condom open, fitting it on his cock, moaning when you use the front seats as support to fully expose your back to him and rearing up your ass. Namjoon teases your entrance before he grabs your hips, slowly pushing in. You're sinking so good your high-pitched moans are cut short by your ragged breaths.

When he bottoms out, you think you've seen every damn corner of the Milky Way behind your eyelids.

Namjoon's breaths are rapid as he keeps on kissing your back, encircling his strong arms around your waist, thumb brushing against your pierced nipple. Taking his other hand, you put it on your clit as you start to move slowly, signaling it's okay for him to move as well. He starts rubbing your bud meeting your hips halfway.

"You're so good," he moans, eyes tightly closed. "How the fuck do you take me so well?"

"So good," you mewl. "Fuck me harder."

He fulfills your request by pulling you to his chest, lips in your ear, arms around you like snakes, finger furiously stimulating you as he goes deeper at a steady pace. Your head drops to his shoulder and the position allows his cock to brush your g-spot continuously, making you a moaning mess. The juxtaposition of his finger on your bud and his cock on your sweet spot taking you to the edge real quick.

"Oh, oh– I'm coming!"

Namjoon grunts as he feels you pulsating around him, giving you time to regain consciousness as you feel your muscles sore. He then takes you by surprise, suddenly pistoning furiously, making you roll your eyes from hypersensitivity. It doesn't hurt you though.

"Use me," you give him a little push.

He moans and slows down as his orgasm almost takes his soul out of his body through his dick, shuddering, shivering. You stay close even after he pulls out, the only sound being of your breaths.

"When," your voice is a little hoarse so you clean your throat, "when are you coming back to Osaka?"

The silence installs and you fear you may have overstepped some invisible line. Even if you aren't the type to have a fair share of one-night stands, it's not like you entered his car with a promise of true love and you know that. But you'd be lying if you say you're not thinking about where this may go if he wants to discover.

Silently he turns you to him, but you lost the courage of looking at him, eyes wandering around everywhere. Taking strands of your sweaty hair behind your ears, he waits patiently for you to look at him, but you never do.

"I need to come back," he quietly says. "But now I have a good reason to come back to Tokyo more often."

"Would you come back for a one-night stand?" You softly ask, resting your head on his shoulder while drawing imaginary figures on his chest with the tip of your fingers.

"How bad do you want for me to come back?"

His eyes. They're something magical to look at, this you know for sure as you stare directly at them.

"Very bad."

Namjoon kisses you slowly. The third kiss is always at a stark difference from the first two, sometimes loaded with longing. Your third kiss is barely a promise of something new to you, something you're thrilled to discover where the path is going to lead.

He seals his silent promise of coming back, to even ask for your real name, and you wait. You wait because you were not lying when you said you wanted bad for Kim Namjoon to come back.

taglist: @moonchild1

[nagwonee]

holy moly, hello, wow, this was great!!! well written smut for our sexy angel tae 🥵 i’ll be thinking about this for the rest of the day

One Four Three

Pairings: idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: pwp, fluff, mutual pining, friends 2 lovers, virgin!taehyung x experienced!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, soft sex, sub!tae tries to dom at first, switch!reader doesn't take long to figure it out, taehyung's first time, learning during sex, fingering, biting/hickies (bc it's me), oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), scratching, praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, aftercare

Summary: Taehyung did a lot of thinking while on tour and now he's back, ready to tell show you how he really feels about you

Wc: 4K

a/n: this was written so fast and is unedited. but I wanted to post something since it's been so long (feels that way at least) so here some taehyung bc I love him 💕💕💕💕

"Hey, it's me! Did you miss me? Ah, of course you did. Listen, ___, the van broke down right when we got into town, so we had to push it to the nearest garage. They said they could fix it but it would take a while. Most of us were getting pretty ticked off so Manager Sejin made a few calls and long story short, we're leaving and I should make it back in about an hour. Sorry if I scared you or made you stay up late worrying about me. I know you get nervous when you don't know where I am. I'm on my way to your apartment."

He's coming here?

The message begins to die, nothing left but the background of shuffling feet and people calling for him to hurry. And then his honey voice comes back to life and adds...

"Oh yeah, I did a lot of thinking on tour. I want to talk to you about something when I get back. Don't freak out, it's nothing bad I promise. But it is something that I've been thinking about a lot lately. Anyway, see ya soon."

Wait. An hour? You check the time that he called. 11:13pm. That would mean--

Knock knock knock

His fist is soft against the white wood, as if he's expecting you to be asleep. Throwing your towel away, your wet hair slaps the back of your neck as you completely disregard your lack of a bra and bare face.

You jerk the door open, rapid heart skipping one too many beats to be healthy when you see him standing there, white t-shirt and cargo pants, ridiculously fluffy hair just begging you to run your fingers through it.

"Taehyung," you sigh in utter relief, throwing your arms around his neck. Heavy bags slip from his grip as he prepares to catch you, body gratefully sturdy when you crash into him. "Thank god you're safe."

"I'm fine," he chuckles, happily breathing in the scent of your shampoo and feeling your hug embrace him so warmly. "Just a little tired."

You pull from the hug, hands holding onto his shoulders while his palms secure at your waist. "You should get some rest. I know you didn't sleep much on the tour. Come on, the guest bed is already made." You attempt to pick up his bag to bring it inside, but he stops you with a firm hold on your wrist.

"Did you get my voicemail?"

"Yeah, I got it," you slowly answer, eyes flicking to his hand and then back up to catch him swallowing nervously. "Sorry I didn't pick up, I was in the shower."

"Then you know I want to talk to you about something."

Not that you aren't desperate to hear what he has to say, but the dark circles under his eyes filled with stress from a broken down van, not to mention everything that happened on tour, keep you from putting your curiousity first. "You're exhausted, Taehyung. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"I want to talk about it now," he says, still holding your wrist, carefully sliding his digits across your palm until they can fit between your fingers.

You gently squeeze his hand back and sigh, "Don't worry, I'll still be here tomorrow. You should get your rest for now, and we can talk--"

But your insistence is rudely interrupted by the crashing of teeth and lips. He abandons your hand to instead cup your cheeks, threading his fingers through the strands of hair framing your face while his tongue make quick work of any leftover words.

Your body is led backwards, feet stumbling underneath the sudden change in direction. Taehyung holds you secure until your back hits the wall, lips slipping against one another as he blindly, passionately kisses you.

It's the absolute rush of being caught between a wall and his solid body, chest pressed against yours as his thigh slips between your legs. Every movement he makes feels like he's chasing an impossible closeness with you. Your reaction is instant and just as desperate.

Without considering anything, you wriggle your arms around his neck and pull yourself up and closer to him, deepening the kiss and allowing him to taste the wine you had earlier on your tongue. Finally, your hands trail into that messy, dark hair and pull, successfully drawing out a low moan from the back of this throat, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

The intesity is all but too much, especially after months of imaging his return, fantasizing him beside you on the couch, behind you in the kitchen, beneath you on the bed. All that pressure from missing him and going crazy out of your mind from coming home to an empty house everyday drives you to a small whimper. The boy responds by sucking your tongue between his lips before pulling away, a string of saliva caught between you two is evident of the tension you've both suppressed for far too long.

He remains close, catching his breath.

"I wanna talk about it now."

"Okay," you whisper, still processing what just happened.

He gently rubs your sides, fingers gliding over the soft but now wrinkled material of your top. "Do you remember when we first met?"

You nod, the moment solidified in your mind as an embarrassment you can never forget.

"From that moment until we became best friends to now, I never knew exactly how much I needed you. And then I didn't have you for so long. The tour was amazing but it was also torture without you. I fell asleep every night thinking about you and I wasn't sure why. I mean, I've never felt this way before so cut me some slack."

He chuckles pure nerves and his cute smile almost fools you into forgetting about his thigh still caught between your legs and his hands slowly creeping beneath your sweater.

"About halfway through the tour, I started to understand. That feeling of always wanting you next to me. When I know you get all worried about me..."

You gasp when he suddenly jerks you closer, lowering his lips to your jaw and layering sensual kisses across your pulse between each sentence.

"...the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when you hug me and I really really don't want to let you go. When you stare at my lips and it drives me insane for some reason. Yeah, I notice it every time. The feeling I get when you cry. The feeling I get when you smile..."

As his forehead finds yours, it's a moment of absolute clarity for him. His lips ghost the tip of your nose and the swell of your mouth as he takes in the pure extacy of being in this bubble with you. He's always craved closeness, and in some ways he's found it in the stability of his relationships with the members and his fans. But damn you're different.

"___, I think I'm in love with you."

There's no point in hiding your feelings anymore. But as you part your lips to speak, you can feel your stomach sink at the prospect of confession after keeping everything buried for so long.

"I've always wanted you, Taehyung."

"Really?" he asks breathlessly as grips your existence, strong arms wrapping around your lower back and his head dips into your neck. Soft lips place quiet kisses across your skin as you try to get more words out without shaking. "You're telling the truth?"

"Why would I lie? Of course I like you."

You're willing to say more but his hands chase down your thighs, and the teasing breath he blows just behind your ear has you melting against his large frame, knees completely giving out. His teeth take your earlobe as he's easily driving you up the wall.

Literally.

He lifts you off the ground and presses your back to wall, lips returning to ravage your mouth. Roughly, you sit on his hips with your fingers rummage through his curls, urging him to be closer. As close as possible.

"I'm such an idiot. Why the fuck have I never kissed you before?"

"Tae..."

One sigh of his name against his lips is all it takes before he's carrying you away from the wall and towards your bedroom. He knows what you mean and he knows what he wants. Never once does his attention leave you, with your hands coming to cup his jaw, there's no need for your kiss to end when he has your apartment memorized by heart.

He lays you gently on the mattress after closing the door with his foot and rests between your legs. The feeling of his weight on your body is the strangest and somehow most amazing drug you've ever had. Instantly, you're addicted to the way his curves fit you like a lost puzzle piece. He keeps kissing you, making sure you're one hundred percent comfortable before allowing his hands to explore more of you.

All you crave is his touch. The way he slides one hand under your top to caress your skin has your head spinning, and all you want is for him to touch more of you. So you lead his hands to remove your top completely.

"Are you sure?" he pulls back slightly to ask.

"I'm sure."

Taehyung throws the useless fabric away, along with any embarrassment you could potentially feel when he stares you like that. His eyes sparkle as they rake across your chest, pausing when they catch sight of your cute belly button.

"Stop staring, idiot." While you're not insecure, it's still awkward to have the guy you like spend longer than two second studying your topless state.

But Taehyung is having none of that. He takes both your wrists and pins them above your head so you have no way to hide any part of yourself from him.

"You're beautiful," he tells you softly, guiding your hands to take hold on the bed post. "Hold on tight, baby, don't let go."

His dirty lips travel from your neck to your collarbone, where he takes time to leave a small purple brand, a silent mark to tell the world "this one is mine." He didn't ask. He didn't need to. You gasp as his teeth continue to ravage the sensitive skin of your chest.

"Don't even think about showing yourself like this to anyone else, okay?"

Fuck you want to touch him, but you're much too obedient to let go of the bed post. Taehyung smirks to himself, sensing the battle you're currently losing and loving the submission you can't bring yourself to break.

Those thoughts are suddenly interrupted by your back slightly arching off the mattress due to the indescribable feeling of taehyung's lips wrapping around your nipple. His teeth lightly pull the right side, while his one hand fondles the other.

You gasp and chew your swollen lip to keep from moaning his name. If he knows he can make you fall apart this easily, he'll never let you live it down. Fuck that feels good though. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to submit to him, since clearly that's what he wants.

His jeans tease friction over your clothed core. Desperate for stimulation, you decide to attempt to take advantage of Taehyung's thigh still pining down your hips, twisting and grinding against his jeans to send sparks through your abdomen. It doesn't do much but it's something, combined with his hot mouth utterly abusing your chest, it's enough to make you mule, and he nips at the valley of your breasts in response.

Taehyung obviously notices, lifting a disappointed face from your chest to assure you, "Don't worry, Baby. I'm going to take good care of you. I just want to take this slow, okay? Do it right."

"I can't help it. I need you so badly."

"Patience," he whispers with downcast eyes.

His lips make a mess of your kiss, distracting your sense of reason while his hand travels down your body. He takes his time feeling between your thighs, drinking in your every reaction with his eyes and lips. Your hips buck unconsciously guiding him to where you need him and surprisingly he follows your lead, fingers painfully gently feeling over your slit. He avoids your clit but you can't be sure it's purposeful.

After using his lips to unsuccessfully muffle a sigh, you meet his eyes and look up to find his lost expression. He looks so enamoured by every sound and every squirm you make underneath him. His fingers pick up the pace, finally smoothing over your clit and returning to that same spot every few seconds after discovering the reaction it brings.

What he did not prepare you for was his two long fingers fitting themselves inside your cunt, wriggling their way knuckle deep and exploring your walls with great enthusiasm before you even have a chance to take a breath.

"Shit Taehyung, you gotta tell me before you mhmmm do that." Then you throw your head into the pillows and close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his fingers stretching you to the edge of discomfort but playing safely in the field of pleasure.

His gaze fills with stars and he curls his digits repeatedly, urging to you come closer, pushing just an inch deeper until he discovers your g-spot and puts stars behind your eyelids. With your hips jerking along with his fingers, he smirks to himself and leans over to bite your shoulder. The sharp pain and smooth sensation from your core mix in an experience that threatens to push you past the edge.

But something is bothering you.

"Let me touch you too."

But Taehyung shakes his head, "Not yet, baby. Wait a little more. I want you to feel good first."

"Let's feel good together."

"That's okay, let's just focus on you," he emphasizes with a particularly delicious thrust of his fingers. You've always had a thing for his hands, just knowing that those veiny, sexy fingers are fucking you right now, his entire body looming over you has you practically writhing. If it weren't the fact that you're on the verge of breaking if you don't get to feel his dick in your palm.

Taehyung's broad frame towers over you as he mutters absolutely hypnotized, "You're incredible. Absolutely beautiful. Fuck ___, do you even know how wonderful you are?"

"Can I please touch you now?" you beg him, your orgasm merely moments away but you're holding back as best you back while he continues to wreck you with his goddamn fingers.

His expression turns hesitant. "Okay."

Stopping his movements with a grip on his forearm, you allow your orgasm to slip away. "Okay?"

"I mean, yes I'd like that."

"Really, because to me it sounds like you don't want me to touch you."

"No, I do, I just..."

You sit up, hips sinking between your legs as your mess soaks up the sheets. "Taehyung, have you never been touched before?"

He shakes his head. "Not like this."

You want to ask about the scandals. The magazines, the stories, the rumors, the pictures, the articles. But you don't.

"Would you like me to touch you now? You can say no. We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

He nods, giving you permission.

Slipping your arms around his neck, you urge him to lay over you again, this time spreading your legs wide so he can settle between them comfortably.

"I need to hear you say it, baby."

"I want this. Wanna feel you touch me."

Soft hands start at his shoulders and travel down his toned chest until they reach his hips. You can feel his breath as it gets heavier, firm pecks inflating and sinking just above you. Your hand wraps around his hardened cock and he instantly collapses, burrying his face inside your neck as his body somehow melts and becomes stone simultaneously.

"Go easy on me." He whispers and every nerve ending in your body ignites with the need to absolutely protect and ruin him all at once. How lovely it would be to softly bring him to orgasm and then take it away right at the last second. How amazing would it be to throw him against the bedframe and sink onto him until he cries.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to take good care of you," you repeat his words back to him but you haven't finally decided how you'll do that.

Slowly, you stroke him over and over, taking every other second to run your thumb over the swollen tip, hissing when a dollap of precum slips out the tip. The feeling of him trembling with pleasure above you turns you on so much faster than you thought it would. Soon enough, you'll be begging for him to touch you again, like before.

You pump his dick faster, faster until he's biting down on your neck to keep from falling apart and his hips are involuntarily thrusting into your hand, like a goddamn sex addict. It didn't take long to turn him into a mess. His arms which are supposed to support him on either side of you are faltering, his body now completely resting on top of you in several places.

"Roll over," you tell him and he does without question or hesitation.

Who's the sub now?

Once Taehyung rests on his back, you crawl over his thighs sitting with one leg on either side. He tenses his muscle, causing you to gasp and jump. The pressure on your core provides some relief, but not nearly enough. Just for another few moments, you put aside your own pleasure.

Taehyung watches with begging eyes, but you shake your head and pull your hand away. He whimpers cutely and you can't help but smile.

"I promise this will feel good. Just trust me."

He gives you a little nod and lifts his hands to take hold of the bed post just like you did before. His submission is honestly one of the hottest and most satisfying things you've ever experienced.

You lean down, lips pressing a light kiss to his hip bones, following his V-line with your tongue. He sighs, still watching me. His face contorts into the most pleasure filled expression you've ever laid eyes on when your mouth slowly wraps around his cock, and you push yourself down, past your gag reflex, past responsive tears. Your hands fondle with his balls while your tongue does the heavy work, sliding up the side and following his vein back to his tip.

All it takes is a few delicate kitten licks and his head falla back, the bed creaking from how hard he's gripping the bedframe.

"Fuck. Shit, fuck!" He keeps repeating, huffing sharp exhales between each word, "--mouth feels really good. Really really good, fuck."

His cock twitches between your lips but you don't dare stop where you are. With him hitting the back of your throat every time, your let the tears fall down your cheeks because it means he gets lost in the euphoria of your actions. Seeing him completely fall apart like this gives you a sense of sexual satisfaction you've never experienced as in a type of dom roll.

But shit you like this.

Just hearing him unable to keep back his voice because of your mouth, makes you hotter than ever. Your hips slide against his thigh as your head bobs up and down, up and down. Deep vibrations of your moan because of the friction on my warm core, Taehyung cries to the ceiling, hips bucking off the bed.

You make a mental note to buy him toys later.

All of a sudden, his hands release from the bed post and grip your hair.

But instead of pushing you down, he lifts you up and brings you sloppy coated lips back to his.

"I want to be inside you when I cum. Can I, please? Is that okay? Can I fill you with my cum?"

You smile. "Do you like the idea of your cum filling me up, baby?"

Taehyung sighs as he rolls you back over to lay underneath him. "Yes. Want you to walk around all day thinking about it. How it's spilling out of you. How anyone could look under your skirt and see it dripping from your cunt." He aligns himself with your hole and then looks to you for confirmation. "I don't want you to forget what's about to happen. Because I don't think I ever could."

You lean up to kiss his lips and he smiles against your lips. Reaching behind him, you grip his ass and help guide him.

Slowly. Ever so slowly. He pushes into you. The stretch feels so perfect, with a hint of pain, but you love it. Taehyung stops half way and takes a breath, much to your discomfort.

"Oh, god...you're so tight. I could cum right now."

"Hold on, baby. Don't cum yet. You're doing so good, hold on for me, okay?"

He nods quickly. You buck your hips upward at the same time you urge his hips forward, suddenly thrusting his hips in the rest of way so you feel him hit that perfect spot that has you falling apart beneath him.

You stay there for only a second before whispering to him, "Please move, baby. I need you to move."

"O-Okay," he says breathless.

He pulls his hips back and snaps them forwards again, creating a chorus of moans and curses from both of you. After so long of pretending you didn't feel anything when he stepped into the room, after all that time of pretending like you didn't have wet dreams about his every night. It feels like heaven finally.

With every thrust, he picks up speed, until your entire body is inching up the bed towards the bed post. He reaches out to hold you steady, one arm holding himself upright and the other bracing his increasingly rough thrusts against the bed post. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his back and tracing long scars down the tan skin. His other hand reaches underneath your thigh, lifting and pushing it to your chest so he can reach the warmest and softest parts of you. And you want him to. Fuck, you want him to know every part of you, the deepest he can possibly go.

"Deeper. Faster," you sigh and immediately you feel him lift your hips to try a different angle, lips dipping into your neck.

"How's that feel?" he asks you, struggling to keep from whining his words.

Each time you clench around him, he feels his entire body falter. He's becoming louder, the volume of skin slapping skin fills the room, combined with a deeply muttered fuck baby and let's cum together.

It's not long before you call out his name in desperate release. Your walls milk him for everything he's got, greedily drinking up everything he has to offer, the sound of his breathless moans uttering your name like a love song into your ear. You can't help but sing his name and praises as he finally collapses.

"Taehyung?'

"Yeah?"

"It's dripping out."

He rolls over, eyeing your wrecked pussy and the sticky mess leaking from inside. "How do I...?"

"Push it back in. Use your fingers," you instruct.

With closed eyes, you wait for his hand to travel from your breasts to between your legs again, this time gathering what's pooled between your thighs and tucking it back into your cunt. The tips of his fingers gently stroke your folds, spreading his cum over your clit and tucking the evidence of his orgasm deep inside you.

"Y/N?" he pants, watching your face scrunch at the overstimulation.

"Yes?"

"I love you so damn much. You know?"

You smile and giggle breathlessly, "I know. I love you too."

::

[nagwonee]

that’s it?? that’s the end??? i need to talk to you @parkdatjimin for a sec. pls don’t play with my feelings like this 😭 i want more from this couple 🆘

in too deep

Pairings: jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, acquaintances 2 something more, suggestive content

Warnings: skinny dipping/nudity

Summary: after being dragged to a party by his best friend and ditched, the last thing Jimin expected to save his night is a chilly midnight dip with you

Wc: 2K

Permanent taglist: @staerryminimini (sorry I forgot about the taglist at first 🙏)

This was a stupid idea.

Jimin doesn't even like parties anymore. Not since the last one Taehyung dragged him too insisting that the cute girl from the other day would be there and she was totally interested in him.

Turns out she was totally interested in his wallet.

As he promenades the living room, Jimin feels that familiar houseparty claustrophobia settling around him. Too many people and not enough space. The air is thick drenched with the scent of hot bodies and alcohol. Somehow it's a million degrees inside and freezing November outside.

"Tae!" Jimin tries to catch the boy's attention but he's fighting against an obnoxiously loud bass and some girl's tongue down Taehyung's throat. "Hey, dude, let's ditch!"

His best friend pops his lips off the girl's mouth only long enough to shout back. "What, why? This party is awesome!"

"Can I just have your keys then?"

"Well, I'm a little--" both their cheeks flush red when the girl dips her hand inside Taehyung jeans, "--whoa yeah busy right now. Come back in an hour, or maybe a few hours," Taehyung says right before he's burried in this girl's neck, body beginning to rock with the motions of her wrist.

If he can't leave, the least Jimin can do it get out of this house. There's a pool out back if he remembers correctly. Supposedly it's too cold to swim but he really just wants to be able to breathe without choking on someone else's used air.

It feels good, to take in clean air again, to fill his lungs with a deep breath through the nose. He exhales and some of the tension in his shoulders begins to break down too. Strolling across the lawn, Jimin is slowly illuminated by several flood lights and fairy lights decorating the various bushes and outside furniture.

The chill of November's evening mist is his savior, keeping other party-goers tucked away inside so he has the backyard practically all to himself. The sounds of the house are muffled and loud behind him as they fade into the nearby distance. The pool is in the back corner of the yard, in-ground and several feet deep.

He knew they drove quite a ways to get here but he hasn't realized how high up the hill they had gotten. The view from the poolside overlooks a lot of the city, although there's no way Jimin could see his house from here (he still tries). Must be a beautiful view at sunset or sunrise.

He wonders how much a place like this costs and if he could possibly get his hands on one with a pool as nice as this. Not in this lifetime, he tells himself.

No doubt the water is cold but he still kinda wants to take his shoes off and just dip maybe one toe. Quietly, he places his socks and shoes next to him on the poolside and rolls up his jeans.

"Ooh," he shivers when the water laps at his ankles, "that's cold. But it feels good."

Leaning back on his hands, Jimin allows his head to hang. Watching the starless sky and wishing he was literally anywhere else than at this stupid house at this stupid party. Why is friends with Taehyung again?

It's the sounds of footsteps which he somehow hears over the distant booming of the latest overly played pop song coming from the house. Jerking his head around, he finds a shadowed, curvy figure approaching his spot at the pool.

"Mind if I join you?"

"It's cold."

"Good. It's way too hot inside."

Your nonchalant answer does nothing to alarm him, although maybe it should. Sitting beside him, you place a set of black heels next to you and drop your bare feet into the water with a heavy sigh.

"Don't I know you?" Jimin muses.

You shrug. "Maybe. A lot of people know me."

"We've met somewhere, I'm sure of it. Ah! The supply store! You were the girl looking for an X-Acto knife in the paperclip aisle."

"Oh yeah!" Your entire expression immediately lights up. "You were the guy who didn't work there but helped me more than any of the actual employees." A smile stains your lips as you remember the recent encounter. "What are you doing here?"

"Dragged. My friend has the keys to our truck but he's a little preoccupied at the moment. What about you?"

"Also a friend," you share while watching water drip from your toes, "she's also a little preoccupied."

You don't seem to be affected by the chill of the water as much as Jimin anticipated. You scoot to the edge of the pool, your shorter dress allowing you to sink as much of your legs into the water as desired. It's half way up your calf before Jimin notices goosebumps over your arms.

He can only see for the subtle lighting provided by dim pool bulbs and flood lights. But when he eyes your profile, you're just as pretty as he remembers.

"What was the knife for?"

"Huh?"

"The X-Acto knife."

"Oh, that," you answer with a small nod, "a project at work. My knife broke so I had to get a new one. Unfortunately, I'm not very good with directions or office supply stores."

"What do you do?" Jimin asks.

"I'm an architect. You?"

Again, casual. A nonchalant answer that has Jimin blinking twice before processing the fact that you're a practical genius.

He's almost embarrassed to say "dance teacher."

You snicker, "What was a dance teacher doing in an office supply store?"

"Would you believe buying paper clips for a work project?"

"Not really."

"Alright you got me," Jimin sighs with his hands in surrender, "I'm addicted to color coded organizers."

His mission to make you giggle again is accomplished. "Who isn't honestly?"

Talking to you now and hearing how insanely intelligent and funny you are, Jimin wants to curse the past him who let the cute girl from the office supply store wall away without even asking for her name. Of course, he thought you were cute but he also thought he would never see you again. What are the odds you would both be here, at this party, on this night, sitting at this pool?

You lean forward to dip your fingers into the water, flicking the cool liquid in his direction and giggling at his attempts to block the pitiful splash.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you don't seem like the kind of guy who's usually at these kinds of mixers."

Well, you got that part right. But it does beg another question.

"What kind of guy do I seem like to you?"

"The kind that needs a little help to have fun maybe. What do you do for fun?"

Jimin scratches his head, huffing in thought. "I don't know, I guess...I like surfing."

"We're landlocked."

"All the more reason to enjoy water."

His answer gives you pause, but only for a moment. In honesty, the sly grin you share with him scares him more than your brief pause. Your feet kick the surface of the water, directing Jimin's attention to your prettily painted toes in the water.

"Wanna swim then?"

"Huh?"

"Come on." Cold droplets splatter his sleeve as you jump up and begin reaching for the zipper of your dress. "I'm gonna help you have fun."

"Am I that boring?"

"I don't know," you tease, purposefully prolonging the tempting zip of your dress, "are you?"

In the next moment, Jimin watches your sleeveless babydoll dress drop to your ankles. Immediately, he redirects his eyes but his ears still pick up every little ruffle of fabric as you toss it to the side along with the elastic of your bra and he assumes your panties are abandoned as well.

"It's just a body, Jimin. We all have one. You don't have to be so shy."

"You're going skinny dipping? In a strangers pool? At a stranger's house?"

"Yeah." Again. Casual.

"That's what you call fun--that water is freezing!"

You jump in, effectively splashing his entire lap with enough water to soak his crotch. He watches your head and the tips of your shoulders just above the edge of the water bopping and mocking him. Because here is a ridiculously gorgeous girl stripped down bare and skinny dipping right in front of his eyes and he's still dressed making excuses about why he shouldn't do this.

"Come on!" you urge him, swimming up to the edge of the pool between his legs and looking up at him with a tempting smile, "don't make me swim alone."

"What if someone comes out a sees us?" he asks, already pulling his feet onto solid ground and stripping his shirt.

"Are you scared?" you tease while lowering yourself chin deep inside the pool.

He has to admit the idea of getting caught isn't preventing him from indulging in this plan. If anything, it excites him. He likes the way you don't care what you look like or who sees you or anything. He's constantly considering those things and for the first time in a long time, he's not. And damn it's freeing. You're freeing.

Once his pants and boxers have been put aside, he hurries into the water, leaving behind any decency he may have had. You've floated towards the deep end, eyes fixated on the dark horizon rather than his now exposed dick (which Jimin appreciates). Before you have the chance to move your head, he joins you in the pool, feet first until the water is up to his neck.

"Fuck it's freezing!"

"You get used to it."

Jimin scowls. "You've been in here for two minutes max."

All you reply with is a wink but it's all Jimin needs to break out in shivering giggles.

He's never done anything like this and so far he's loving and hating it. His dick is shrinking; what a weird feeling to have all your body exposed in a pool like this. He thought it would be similar to a bathtub maybe but he was dead wrong. Especially considering the other human being currently swimming closer to him, body like a beautiful goddess beneath the water and face subtly illuminated by the gentle pool lights and moonlight from above.

"Here," you suddenly thrust water in his face, "moving around will help you warm up."

After collecting himself, Jimin whips his hair back and readies himself. "Oh, it is so on!"

The battle is brutal, littered with plenty of illegal moves from both sides, but neither of you call foul play. Shots fired one after the other, some random splashes, some carefully articulated attacks. Every move makes you smile wider and every splash makes Jimin laugh more. To the point that neither of you notice the temperature of the water at all anymore.

After all, what's the use of a war if you don't fight with everything you've got? What's the point of his arms if he can't use them as cannons to project the largest wave attacks at you as possible? What's the point of getting so close if you can't shove Jimin's head under the water when you have the chance?

But when he doesn't come back up, you start to get nervous.

"Alright now this isn't funny, Jimin. Stop messing around and--"

Before you can finish, Jimin burst into the open, arms wrapped around your middle and lifting you high into the air. Laughter combined with startled relief erupts from you in the form of relentless giggles. Jimin keep lifting you, farther and farther until he can't lift you up anymore, so he tips you over his shoulder, effect tossing you backwards to the other side of the pool.

With a last minute shriek, you land head first like a graceless duck.

Popping up again, you quickly call for the truce as Jimin starts to make his way closer for another attack.

"Wait! Wait, a truce. I call a truce."

Jimin slows his pace but he continues to get closer, to the point where the water comes just below his chest and it barely reaches your breasts.

"What kind of truce?" he asks, slightly out of breath.

"It's a tie. We both put in a valient fight. Don't you think?"

Jimin agrees, although there's still one question left. "How is this treaty going to take form?"

You watch closely as he zeros in, bodies mere inches from each other. For the first time since you undressed, you feel naked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he mutters, experimentally feeling your skin under the water, his soft and probably pruney fingers slide around your waist and rest just above your ass, "how do we make this treaty official? What kind of physical signature do we use?"

Every time he shifts, the water rises and falls against your body, providing small snippets of your nipples he can't help but glance at. You're not hiding anything and you don't appear to be resisting him, but he can't go any further without some kind of verbal consent from you.

Shit you've wanted his hands on you from the moment you sat next to him. With focused eyes, you slide your arms around his neck, leaning your lips closer to his as a smile pulls onto his face.

"Well, if it needs to be a physical signature."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it does."

"Then here's mine."

As soon as your lips touch, Jimin's hands slip onto your ass and grip it with stern fists. Those last few inches of space between your bare bodies disappear in an instant, not a trace left to be found above or beneath the water. Your slippery skin makes it easy to move with him as he leads your thighs to wrap around him, all of you seemingly weightless in the water but the feeling of your skin rubbing against his skin is still prominent.

Your tongue prods at Jimin's lips and he immediately grants you what you want, licking to the roof of his mouth and drawing his tongue out with your own. He's forced to let you lead the kiss because he's somewhat hyper focused on your legs spread around his waist and straight up rutting against his cock.

Not that he can blame you. He's turned on like hell.

He does manage to consider that fucking you standing up in the middle of a pool probably won't work very well.

"Can I take you back to my place?" Jimin whispers against your kiss.

"Do you have a pool?"

His smile fades. Is that like a deal breaker for you or something? Is that prereculatory for sleeping with you?

The best thing is to be honest so he answers, "No, I don't."

"Good," you reply with a nibble to his lip. "I'm not into guys with pools."

"What kind of guys are you into?"

Jimin gets a good grip on your ass, kneading it once as you comb your fingers through his wet hair. You trace your lips to his ear, squeezing your thighs around his body as you confess to him.

"Recently, I've got a thing for guys with color coded organizers."

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[nagwonee]

I’M SO SOFT!!!! boyfriend!jk is so amazing 😭 a great way to start my day. i’m off to work awfully happy 🥺💓💓💓

ilym

Jungkook x reader

Wc: 2.4K

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

a/u: this is my participation for R&R weekend. Yes I get to request too 🤓 I chose boyfriend!jk saying I love you for the first time

“…so that’s when I told him he should see a therapist or something. No sane person hates Iron Man. He’s the savior of our universe, I mean, come on.”

Your boyfriend kindly returns your plate in front of you, the food cut into bite sized pieces and a genuine smile on his face when he does so. Being in a relationship with a man who’s love language is acts of service has been difficult for the ’don’t do things for me, it makes me feel indebted’ mindset you were raised with. Every couple faces their own unique struggles, you tell yourself while staring at the man in front of you with absolute apprehension.

“Babe?” His head drops into a curious, slightly worried tilt. “Everything okay?” Thin lips pout in concentration as he begins tasting his own meal. He hums a casual tune, one quite obverse to the way his defined dimples and styled bangs make you feel.

“Of course,” you answer, pulling a smile onto your face and picking up your utensils as well, “why wouldn’t it be?”

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[nagwonee]

oh man, i had such a great time reading this story (aside from the sobbing session a few minutes ago lmao) 🥰

it’s well written, have great seoul references (it’s one of those stories that you wanna save it for once you actually go there, you know? so you can visit the places and go ‘that’s when they did that’ or ‘this is where it happened’) and all the characters had an important role, there where no ‘special appearances’. also, deeply appreciate it how each of the boys remained very true to their real life personalities — it’s awesome when authors write it like that bc somewhat (to me) makes the story more meaningful

i would’ve loved seeing yana x namjoon’s romance too but maybe @xpeachesncream will bless us with some drabbles in the future, who knows?

✨ pls support this story!!! i highly recommend ✨

off the grid | nine (final)

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 1.7k

chapter warnings: cussing, more insecurities and overthinking, crying, reminiscing, fluff

notes: here we are, folks! the final chapter to this series. i may post some drabbles later on and accept requests, but for now, i’ll keep this where it’s at. thanks for the love and support on this! head over to my kth fic called perfectly wrong if you’re looking for something a little messier lol

> series masterlist <

You took one last look around Yana’s loft to make sure you weren’t missing anything. You made sure her loft was spotless, doing loads of laundry and cleaning every inch to make sure it was ready for her arrival back home.

Once you were satisfied with your round, you sighed, giving the loft one last look with a tight-lipped smile. This place truly gave you the best memories by far. You look towards the living room, remembering the moment you shared with Jimin and how you both had confessed your feelings for each other.

It was something you were never going to forget.

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[nagwonee]

it’s 11:58pm and i’m sobbing in bed. fucking sobbing. i honestly don’t know where all of this emotion came but i swear, from the moment that she saw the note on the tupperware to jimin’s personal note about the album all i could do was cry, progressively harder with each line i read. what in the actual fuck?? i haven’t cried like this in a while sheesh

off the grid | eight

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 2.1k

chapter warnings: cussing, more insecurities and overthinking, crying, mom and dad to the rescue, your friends back home miss you, reminiscing

> series masterlist <

You woke up at the usual 8AM time, looking out at the city view from the bed, checking your phone to see if anything new has popped up. Christmas had finally arrived in Seoul, the sun beaming bright and early. You and Jimin hadn’t talked since that night you got into an argument and to be honest, it had been taking a toll on you the past few days. You cried, and you cried. Still unsure of what to do and how to approach this, but you knew sooner or later, you were just going to have to pick yourself up and move on. Thinking about it still left this uneasy, empty feeling deep down.

You were going back home.

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[nagwonee]

😭😭😭😭😭😭 the angst is here

i totally get both sides though. i’m with namjoon on this, i don’t feel like oc should be speaking on jimin’s feelings. she’s assuming things while he’s literally in front of her being honest about everything and saying what’s on his mind. she doesn’t need to guess or wonder, jimin said his intentions and yet oc is still very insecure. although i get where she’s coming from and how scary it is to love someone on the other side of the planet, i think she needs to follow her heart and talk to jimin 🥺 hopefully that’ll happen next chapter

off the grid | seven

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 4.1k

chapter warnings: fluff, cussing, flirting, hints of sex/sexual comments, breakups and exes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, dancing/grinding, good friends and good company, insecurities, lots of overthinking

notes: last two chapters will be posted tomorrow and the following day!

> series masterlist <

The next morning, you wake up to the warm sun hitting your face. You quickly grab your phone to check the time and see that it’s a little past 10AM. Jimin is sound asleep behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You slowly turn, smiling to yourself as you watch him breathe quietly. Your hand rests on his cheek as you lay small kisses on his lips and nose, causing him to flutter his eyes open and smile into one of your kisses.

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[nagwonee]

yes, yes and YES for the beautiful smut, for the character development, the plot itself and for another great song rec — @xpeachesncream you talented human, sending you love and gratitude for this story ✨

off the grid | six

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3.7k

chapter warnings: smut chapter! unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slight dirty talk, cussing, possible inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, fluff

notes: will be wrapping this up in the next few chapters!

> series masterlist <

Jimin was going to be busy for majority of the day with his parents, which left you feeling a little sad. But, you knew he had to do what he had to do and he had offered to come by and spend time with you tonight. As you were about to head out and explore on your own with the tips he had given you, a call from an unknown number popped up on your screen.

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[nagwonee]

OMG LAKELRKSISJSJDKSSK “fuck it” & “that’s better” i’m done 💀💀💀 and to wrap things up we have forever by chris brown??? are you kidding me?

girl, where did you come from? got me so undone, gaze in your eyes got me sayin' "what a beautiful lady" no if, ands or maybes, i'm releasin' my heart and it's feelin' amazing. there's no one else that matters you love me, and i won't let you fall, girl

off the grid | five

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 2.8k

chapter warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption and intoxication, possible inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, sweet jiminie, fluff, lots of overthinking & slight angst

> series masterlist <

“Mm, it sounds like you’re having fun which is the most important thing. It’s nice to see all the places you’ve been visiting on your stories.” Yoongi replied on the other end as he fixed his position in bed.

“Yeah, I’m really enjoying my time here.”

“I can tell.” He chuckled. “So, is that guy really Yana’s brother?”

“Who said that?”

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[nagwonee]

this story keeps getting better and sweeter. wonder when the angst will kick in 😭 am i gonna cry? i hope not lol

LOVED the song at end — perfect for them! the vibe, the lyrics, everything!

off the grid | four

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3.0k

chapter warnings: slight cussing, possible inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, flirty, sweet jiminie so pls tell your heart to be still

> series masterlist <

“Y/N.” Jimin whined. “Just stay still for 2 more seconds, please.” Jimin laughed at how much you were fidgeting as he rose his polaroid camera. He quickly snapped a photo of you sitting on the ground, in the middle of the white birch tree lane.

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[nagwonee]

PARK JIMIN!!!!!!!!! he’s so respectful, charming, cute, funny. @xpeachesncream why did you have to write him this well? not fair. i’m crazy in love already wuw

off the grid | three

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 2.4k

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, definitely inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, jimin continues to be cute as fuck for being such an angel

> series masterlist <

“Jimin!” You whined as he had hurriedly grabbed the check from the waitress and politely shoved it back in her hand with his card.

“I just wanted you to enjoy your lunch.” He laughed at your pouty face - brows furrowed, lips poking out.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t pay for my own food.”

“Can you relax? It’s fine. If anything, you can just get me when we grab dessert later.”

“Sure, if you don’t beat me to it again.”

“Maybe it’s your reflexes.”

“Wow, I’m a little appalled at that statement. Already judging me?”

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[nagwonee]

jimin is so nice, so cute… so thoughtful, and handsome, and kind, and perfect oeocoemejsjsnsjjsdnfnmdkdkd this chapter was so sweet 🥺

off the grid | two

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3191

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, definitely inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, jimin is cute as fuck for being such an angel

> series masterlist <

You tried sleeping in after Namjoon and Yoongi’s call, but you couldn’t fall back asleep no matter how exhausted your body still felt. Instead, you sat up in bed, scrolling through the pictures you took from your stroll in the nearby streets yesterday. You didn’t get too far, yet you came back with so many small goodies already. You kept stopping by every shop on the street, and you ate such delicious food that you were contemplating on getting more today. But, you were also determined to travel a little bit further and start some real adventures for yourself.

You got yourself washed up and ready for the day. You did your usual of prepping a very light breakfast for yourself, just to give you enough fuel to kick off the morning. While doing so, surprisingly unsurprised, you were certain you heard Jimin’s voice in the hallway. You stared at the door as you stood and ate some cereal on the kitchen island, waiting for his knock to come.

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[nagwonee]

off to a great start! it’s similar to the movie yet very original. loved the dialogues 💓 i’m so excited to keep going. i feel like we’re getting two cool stories for the price of one 🤓

off the grid | one

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3384

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, slight flirting, nothin’ too cray

notes: as mentioned on ‘perfectly wrong,’ i tend to write short chapters, but that means there will be quite a few chapters ahead.

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The jetlag must have hit you bad because the sun is shining in brightly through the windows and it’s about to be 1PM.

“Aw, fuck.” You say to yourself as you sit up and rub your face to wake yourself up. You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck, but there was no way you were going to spend your day sleeping and getting yourself on track. Time is of the essence.

You head downstairs to the bathroom to wash up and start getting yourself ready for today. The TV is on a random channel while you toast yourself some bread to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You didn’t feel too hungry, solely because you were more excited to get out there and try the local food.

As you finish up your sandwich, you start to make your way back upstairs to get into your outfit, but you suddenly stop when you hear a voice outside in the hallway. At first, it didn’t cause any alarm because it sounded distant enough to make you think it wasn’t coming towards your way. However, that quickly changes when the voice is right outside the door and is clear as day.

“Yo, Yana! Open up!” The knocks came suddenly on the door. You hesitated, wondering if Yana had also just left without giving anyone a heads up because who in the hell was this man pounding on her door at this time? The day barely started for you. “Yana! Come on! Quit playing around before I knock this door down myself!” You definitely didn’t want that, so you cross your arms tightly near your chest as you walk to the door. You reach for the door handle to swing it open, revealing a somewhat flustered male standing in front of you with a huge tupperware of food in his hands.

“Uh, hi? Can I help you?”

“You’re not.. Yana?” His eyebrows furrowed. He welcomes himself in, almost causing you to trip over yourself as you move aside, checking the bathroom and quickly glancing up and around the loft.

“Last time I checked, I sure wasn’t.” You shut the door and cross your arms tightly as you watch him stand there. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was - standing at a good 5'9-5'10, fair skin, grey, ash-blonde hair that was parted down the middle, with some layers falling around the front of his face. His lips were pink and plump, and you couldn’t help but gaze at his beautiful eyes, which for sure had grey tinted lenses in at the moment. You could see his resemblance to Yana. He seemed way too unreal though, in a good way. You quickly checked your appearance in the mirror through the bathroom, making sure your hair wasn’t a mess or that you weren’t a mess in general. But lo and behold, you were still in your Hello Kitty pajama shirt and shorts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in like that. I’m Yana’s brother, Jimin. Park Jimin.” He softly smiles at you and shows off his pearly whites, his hand on the nape of his neck as he quickly checks you out from head to toe. “Nice jammies.”

“Well, I wasn’t necessarily expecting an intrusion at this time.” You wrap your arms around your chest to cover up Hello Kitty as much as you can.

“Right, sorry. She wasn’t answering my calls or texts so I came over here to check on her, plus my mom asked me to bring this over. Any idea where she might be since you’re apparently occupying her space now?”

“She didn’t tell you anything?” His right eyebrow raises.

“No? Care to fill me in?”

“She put her loft up on a home exchange website, so we decided to swap homes for a bit. She’s down at my apartment in California right n-”

“California? Since when? How long is she going to be there for?” He laughed a bit. “You’re talking about my sister Yana, right? She doesn’t go anywhere. She barely even leaves her house.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the same Yana.” You pursed your lips into a fine line before chiming in again. “I just got here yesterday afternoon, so I’m sure she’s still getting herself situated. We’re switching back after Christmas.”

“Why didn’t she say anything?” You can tell the question wasn’t necessarily directed towards you and moreso just Jimin thinking out loud, but you respond anyway. He has such a soft demeanor that you don’t feel threatened by him being around you at all, even if this whole thing was accidental.

“I don’t.. know? I’m really sorry, I don’t know what to tell you.” You shrugged. You felt bad Yana’s own brother was out of the loop, but you get it. You were in the same spot as she was. You just had to do what you had to do without anyone holding you back sometimes.

“Nah, no worries. I’ll get a hold of her somehow.” He shakes his head and makes his way to the kitchen. He places the tupperware he has in his hands in the fridge, then toothlessly smiles back at you as it closes. “Since you’re here, help yourself to my mom’s food.”

“Mm, are you sure? I mean I don’t want to-”

He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “Seriously, Yana isn’t here to eat it and it shouldn’t go to waste.”

“Why don’t you eat it?”

“Because I have my own at home.” He smiled. “You’re not going to get out of this one, you know?”

“Thank you. Or, um, thanks to your mom.” You rub your arm as you chuckle nervously while following him to the door. The fuck Y/N, don’t start acting up around him now.

“Sorry about that again.” He turns to smile at you again, hands now deep in his pockets. “I didn’t catch your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” Jimin nods and chuckles. “I promise I don’t just barge into people’s homes like that.”

“Mhm, your sister must think you’re a handful.”

“If anything, she’s the handful, clearly.” He cocks his head to the side. “California, huh?”

“The golden state.” You shrug and chuckle. Really, Y/N? The golden state?

“I bet.” Is all he says before he starts to back away from the door. “Well, I don’t want to take more time out of your day. You must have some plans to get through. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“Yeah, no problem.” You watch as he walks down the hallway. As he descends down the steps, you gently shut the door and walk upstairs to finish getting ready so you can finally start your first adventure. To where? You don’t know and that’s a-okay.

[Y/N] 1:56pm: Hey Yana, I hope you’re settled in! Your brother came here to drop off some food and to check on you. I may have told him you were in California, but I didn’t say anything else after that. I’m sorry :( Hopefully that doesn’t cause issues. Let me know if you need anything.

[Yana] 2:05pm: Hey! Haha no worries, I’m struggling a little with the sleep schedule but I’ll be fine. Thanks for letting me know! Was he mad?

[Y/N] 2:07pm: No, he just couldn’t believe you were out there since he claims you don’t leave the house often. Haha.

[Yana] 2:08pm: Wow, he said that? Very Jimin like. He’s 25 years old going on 80 so he shouldn’t be one to talk. Agh, can’t live with him, can’t live without him. I’ll deal with it. Hope my little brother didn’t bother you too much after that! Many apologies if he did!

From what you gather, Yana is super sweet and you can tell she has a close relationship with her brother. You were quite surprised Jimin was her little brother, simply due his slightly overprotective nature and how he threatened to break down the door. Nonetheless, Jimin seemed to be concerned for his sister’s wellbeing and you could tell he was sad when he realized she wasn’t going to be around for awhile. You truly hope you didn’t mess anything up or cause any issues for her plans though. It reminds you of your own friends and how you’ll probably get the same earful in the next couple of hours. Until then though, you stick to the plan and tuck your phone deep into your bag before navigating the nearby streets to do some exploring.

Meanwhile, Jimin tosses his keys onto the kitchen counter as he enters the apartment he shares with his two bestfriends.

“You find her?” Taehyung sits on the couch with one foot up. He’s holding a cup of tea in his hand while watching a movie on TV.

“Yana?”

“I’m sorry, were you looking for someone else besides your sister?” Taehyung asks sarcastically, which Jimin ignores.

“No, but I met Y/N.” Jimin flatly responds as he plops onto the couch next to him and pulls up Yana’s number to get a hold of her.

“Who is Y/N?”

“She’s living at Yana’s.”

“Wait, what? She has a roommate now?” Taehyung looked at him, completely and utterly confused with this whole conversation.

“Nope. My sister is apparently in California cause she swapped homes with her.”

“That’s a thing?”

“I guess so.” Taehyung watches as Jimin puts the phone to his ear.

“Yana, what the hell?” Jimin says into the phone as he stands up and walks towards his room.

“Calm down, fool. Why did you barge into my place like that? Perfect impression to give Y/N while she’s still settling down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to California for the holidays?” He ran his hand through his hair. As guessed, he indeed had a very close relationship to his sister. Knowing she wouldn’t be around for Christmas made him a pretty sad. He knew Yana had been wanting to get away for a bit, especially with the personal things she had going on, but he had wished she talked to him about what was going on first. He wanted to help in any way that he could.

“Because I knew if I did, you’d try and stop me.”

“N-no!” He stuttered. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Yes, you would’ve. Or, you would have tried to come with.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Chim, I just really want my own time in a new setting, away from everything that’s familiar. Just for a bit.” Jimin sighed. He wasn’t going to argue.

“Alright, I get it. Please just stay safe out there, okay?”

“Yeah, I will. I’m surprised you haven’t ran to mom yet.” He chuckled.

“Jeez, is that what you think of me? A tattle-tale?”

“Mm, sometimes.” She laughed. “You can be quite the baby.”

“Hey, woah! This wasn’t supposed to be about me.” He grabbed his chest, feeling a little attacked by his sister. “Look, I’m not gonna say anything but eventually she’s gonna notice. You know her.”

“Then let her, I’ll deal with it then.”

“Alright, go for it.” Jimin threw his hand up in defeat like Yana can see him somehow. Mom wasn’t scary; if anything, she was always super supportive. However, Jimin and Yana both knew she’d be nothing but a worried mess knowing Yana was out in California on her own. “Let me know if you need anything from me, okay? Watch out for yourself down there.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you later, I’m gonna try to get on with my day before all I do is sleep. I love you.”

“Love you too.” Yana hangs up the phone, sighing at the mess she created with her luggage sprawled out in the room. She tried digging for something more appropriate for the Los Angeles weather at the moment, in which the sun was shining warmly but the surrounding morning air was cold. She headed back into the living room to scroll through her phone and figure out what to do with her day. She could go for some good coffee and breakfast right now, but where? Something walkable? She figured she could also uber around until she got used to the public transportation around here.

Some pancakes, eggs and—

Knock, knock, knock.

Yana sprung her head up to face the door, unsure of who could be here this early. She too was wondering if you had just left without notice, or if it could be the mailman delivering a package. But, this early? Is this how they did it in California? She peeks through the peephole to see a rather tall figure, wearing a beanie, hoodie, sweats, a coat and sneakers. He held two cups of coffee in his hands as he waited patiently for the door to be swung open.

“Hi.” Yana said, cocking her head to the side as she held onto the door knob. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why she was answering the door and not his bestfriend.

“Hi, I’m sorry. Is Y/N here?” Yana chuckled and shook her head. Figures. They were exactly on the same page with this swap.

“No, I’m sorry. She’s in Seoul.” His eyes widened.

“Seoul? As in South Korea Seoul?” She nodded.

“Yeah, we swapped homes for the month. Sorry, I’m guessing she didn’t tell you anything.” He shook his head. “Come in. I’m Yana.” She smiled, having him return the smile back.

“Namjoon.” He steps in and directly goes for the kitchen to place the coffee cups down. “Help yourself to the coffee I brought over.”

“Thanks.” She smiled softly.

“So, when exactly did this swap happen?”

“I just got here not too long ago, actually. Y/N just got situated too.”

“Damn, that recent?” Namjoon shook his head. “I don’t get why she just upped and left like that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sure it wasn’t anything personal.”

“No need to apologize.” He chuckled. “I’m kind of just thinking out loud here. It’s a little random, that’s all. I’m sure I’ll hear the reasoning soon.” He leaned his back against the counter. Yana thought he was really attractive, with the way he leaned back against the counter, buff arms crossed at the chest. She knew her reasoning for agreeing to the swap, especially with the troubles she’s had with her ex, Jackson. But, to be honest, she wouldn’t mind running into this man every so often. He showed off his dimple when he smiled and chuckled earlier, giving off some sort of calmness to his personality.

“Yeah, I’m sure you will.”

“Did you guys know each other for awhile or something?”

“Nope, met completely out of the blue on the home exchange site.”

“Nice.” He nodded. He was just confused and almost shocked that you left without briefing him and Yoongi. Not that you owed them any explanation, but you’ve all been so transparent with each other due to the nature of your relationship. Why did you go off so far? Why didn’t you let them tag along? What kind of Hannah Montana ass life are you living? “Definitely not something Y/N would do.” Namjoon did a little head tilt.

“Are you her.. significant other?”

“God, no.” He made a sour face. “We’ve been close since high school. Me, her and our other friend Yoongi. It’s always been us three.” She nodded.

“That’s sweet.” He smiled at her toothlessly, keeping his gaze on her as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt her cheeks heat up, so she couldn’t help but break the staring game by looking down at the floor.

“Sorry, you must have things to do. I’ll get going.” He pushed off on the counter.

“I was actually just trying to figure out what I could do with my day. Any recommendations?”

“Tons. Depends on what you’re looking to do to start off your first day in LA.” She chuckled.

“Not too much since the jetlag will hit me sometime soon.”

“I can show you around if you’d like? It’s honestly not easy getting around here without a car. Uber is cool and all but those surcharges can get to you.” She smiled but hesitated to answer. They had literally just met, but she didn’t feel any weird vibes coming from him. If anything, he was already showing how down to earth and laid back he was. “Only if you’d like, of course. I promise I don’t bite or anything.” She chuckled.

“Actually, yeah. I’m down for that. I just need to go get ready.”

“Take your time.” Namjoon hung over the kitchen counter to go through his phone as Yana walked away. He figured he could help her get some breakfast and take her down to Santa Monica, for starters.

Later that afternoon, Namjoon brought Yana back home to rest up early. There were only so many things you could do from early on and he could tell she was getting pretty tired even though she tried her hardest to keep up, which made him feel bad. He got to his apartment that he shared with Yoongi and threw his beanie and keys off to the side of the dining table. 

“Yoongi-ah!” He called out for Yoongi. The boy came out of his room, looking like he had just woken up from a deep nap.

“Why are you yelling for me?”

“Did you know Y/N was in Seoul?” 

“Our Y/N? In Seoul?”

“Yes, that’s what I just asked.” Yoongi scratched his head and sat down on the couch, head tilting back to rest on it. 

“No. The fuck? Since when?”

“Like a day or whatever ago, I don’t really want to calculate the time difference right now.”

“Why is she there?”

“Dunno. Wanna find out?” Yoongi scrolled through his phone and shook his head.

“They’re 15 hours ahead, so it’s like 8:30 AM there. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. She’s probably ti-” Namjoon instantly went into the Favorites tab of his phone to quickly pull up your contact info and call you. “Alright, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” The first time he called you through Facetime, you didn’t pick up. So he tries again, completely ignoring the whole time difference shpeel from Yoongs.

“What?” You asked groggily on the other line, eyes still closed while you had the phone staring up at the ceiling so Namjoon couldn’t see you.

“How’s Seoul?”

“Namjoon, leave me alone. It’s 8AM.”

“You’re usually up by that time when you’re here, get up out of that bed.”

“Clearly, I’m not home. You just said it.” You groaned.

“I told you she would be mad.” Yoongi peeks his head into the small Facetime frame on Namjoon’s phone. “Just for the record Y/N, I told him not to call you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?! I brought coffee only to find Yana at your apartment.” Namjoon continues to ignore all cues.

"You met her and she had coffee. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He whined.

“Because I knew if I did, you and Yoongi would try and come along.”

“Ah, wait, wait. Is that so bad?!” Yoongi chimed in, a little hurt from that statement.

“I love you both dearly, but I really just wanted this to be solo-dolo.” Namjoon sighed.

“Are you okay at least?”

“Yes, I promise. I’d be even more fine if you both let me get a little bit more sleep.”

“You didn’t do this because of Romeo, did you?”

“I’d be lying if I said no. Look, for the most part, I just wanted to get away from LA for a bit. Get away from work and all the other stressors that home has been bringing. Okay?”

"I get it.”

“Now stop going to my house and scaring Yana, you giant.”

“I took her around today.”

“Don’t start with the funny business, Joonie.”

“And what if the funny business comes to me instead?” He pulled the camera close to his face, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. ‘You’re ugly,’ You hear Yoongi faintly say in the background, who is now completely out of the frame.

“Bye.” You hang up and turn over to try and head back to sleep. Let’s get this straight - you love Namjoon and Yoongi. You’ve done a lot of things together and you always look for their company. But, there were things you needed to get past on your own. The work stress and the impostor syndrome, keeping up with LA, your ex and the on and off years you’ve been putting yourself through all the hurt.

You felt like you really couldn’t blame anyone but yourself, especially with Romeo and how he had been treating you. He had been treating you like a convenience and he never showed any effort. Yet, you always gave in because this was a man you loved for nearly the past 5 years.

It was just time. You were done. You had to remind yourself who you were.

[nagwonee]

okay, i’m about to start reading this 👀 i really like the holiday and christmas themed stuff. let’s see where it goes. i apologize in advance for being extra as hell lol

off the grid | prologue

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 844

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, but pretty basic intro to the series.

notes: i’m new to posting my fanfic on tumblr, so please be nice until i get the hang of things! :( 

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Home.

You associate everything good and bad with home. As much as you love being home and being around people, places and things that bring you comfort - you also find the need to take a break from it all.

So, that brings you here. You’re currently on this plane to Seoul because you needed this break and thought it could be fun to swap homes with a complete stranger. You knew nothing about her and she knew nothing about you, but the thing you both could agreed on was the fact that you just needed to be away. You had dropped everything for this. You put in your leave request at work, packed your bags and declined to spend the holidays with your loving parents in Europe. You upped and left in such a whim that you didn’t even mention it to your bestfriends back home.

You were just so tired.

Work was becoming overwhelmingly stressful, with all these projects piling up left and right with no end in sight. Your friends felt like everything was at a standstill in life; so much of a standstill that your hangouts almost became too routine because there was nothing new going on with everyone. Your ex is one manipulating, lying ass dude who quite frankly, is also fine as hell and you keep letting him fuck you over because fuck! Who the hell else do you have to call for some good dick and lovin’? Absolutely nobody.

But this was it. You were drawing the line and this was all done. Not today, not tomorrow. California can wait until you get back. This shit was getting old.

Stepping off the plane and into a cab, you can’t help but breathe in the fresh air. It’s cold, reaching about 20 degrees Farenheit as the late afternoon hits. You’re just excited to finally stretch your legs and get to the loft to wash up and rest. The loft isn’t too far from the airport, but you can’t help and marvel at the city views during the ride over. You were excited to be here and to finally set foot into a new environment for awhile. You had vowed you would immerse yourself in your surroundings instead of being glued to your phone and social media, however the first thing you do out of habit when the taxi comes to a stop at a light is check your phone.

No new texts, besides your bestfriend, Namjoon sending you and Yoongi the usual, hilarious meme he finds in his explore tab on Instagram. All of a sudden, a pang of guilt hits you because you knew Namjoon and Yoongi would have enjoyed being on a trip like this with you. But, you quickly reminded yourself that you were doing this for you and they’d understand - after they inevitably give you shit for not telling them and leaving, of course.

After washing up and dropping your things off, you head to the convenience store around the corner to grab some necessities and a few groceries to get by for a bit. Not gonna lie, you get a little sidetracked because you get a bit excited finding new things to impulsively purchase, things you wouldn’t find in the states. You bring back a little bit more than expected already, but you know what? Treat ya'self. You were here, and you were going to be here for a bit so why not indulge?

After eating a small dinner from the convenience store, you throw on your pajamas and turn on the tv. The loft itself was beautiful and cozy, and the taste was right up your alley. The added bonus was the view of the city it had, being that it was right in the middle of everything. The city lights brightly welcomed itself in to the living room and brought you peace. This was the moment that made you realize you made the right decision in coming here. It had always been on your list and you felt impelled to cross that off sooner than later. The tea you’re sipping on hits the back of your throat warmly as you continue to sit and gaze at the view. The TV is on, but it doesn’t compete with the hustle and bustle of Seoul’s livelihood outside. You can’t wait to explore and create new adventures, coming here with a completely blank canvas and unknown itinerary.

You wanted to completely fall off the grid to start something new. Temporarily, at the least.

So, what was tomorrow going to be like? You had no idea, and that was exciting. All you knew was the outfit you were going to wear and a general idea of how to navigate the nearby streets to start off. Maybe, this is where it would have been nice to have help. Namjoon and Yoongi would have for sure taken the reigns on this. But, let’s focus y/n. This is your trip and this is how you’ll be spending a majority of December. Have fun with it.

What’s there to lose?

[nagwonee]

Y’ALL WHAT A RIDE!!! pls oh pls read this story 😭 @parkdatjimin nailed this wow i just love jimin, i really do, ugh i wanna date him so bad

you got me

Pairings: Jimin x fem!reader ft. Namjoon and Yoongi (ot7 does make a brief appearance but it’s myg and knj mostly)

Genre: 18+, fwb, f2l, idiot 2 lovers, semi-slow burn, some fluff and angst too, minors dni pls

Warnings: manipulation, explicit sexual content, body worship, praise kink, jimin has big dick energy and an even bigger dick, cunnilingus, choking/breath play, oc is flexible af, wall sex, rough sex, oral sex, soft sex, just a lot of sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, swearing, a decent amount of biting tbh, oc rides jimin’s face, orgasm denial, creampie, slight bdsm themes at one point, cock warming, multiple orgasms, sub/dom themes, jimin really likes puthy…I think that’s everything

Summary: keeping your new relationship a secret from the rest of the gang is harder than you first anticipated. keeping your newly developing feelings a secret is even harder.

Wc: 20.6K

a/u: idk how many of my fics I’ll repost here, but I will be reposting some bc I want to :) 

Secrets. Everyone’s got ‘em. Some aren’t so serious but some can change your entire world. Or at least the entire dynamic of a friendship you’ve been sustaining since third grade.

“You want to have sex with me?”

“You think I’m joking.”

“Aren’t you?”

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