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Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, College!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, dry humping, Jimin's an annoying Cupid, Jin's a shaggy-haired BMOC heartthrob
Word Count: 5.9k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Somehow all the videos you've taken all year star no one but Kim Seokjin. When did you fall in love with your best friend?
A/N: This all stems from a TikTok video montage of Jin set to "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer. Jin is truly just a 90's dreamboat living in modern times, so why not write a fic about that? Thanks to @thatlongspringnight @miscelunaaa @lavienjin @wwilloww @reliablemitten @dntaewithluv for encouraging me to do this! Dedicated to all my possums. đ
Fic is set in the mid-to-late 1990s. Unbeta'd as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! đ
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âHey, sorry Iâm late,â Jimin greets you as he enters the editing room. Youâve been sitting alone, drumming your fingers on the desk while you waited for him to arrive. âThe ad guys needed me to sign off on a few things and you know what talkers they can be.â
âNo prob,â you shrug. âSo whatâs up? You said it was some sort of emergency?â
When you first read the email from your editor earlier that day, youâd panicked a little, fearing the worst. As head videographer of your collegeâs yearbook staff, âthe worstâ meant that something had happened to the multiple videocassettes youâd dropped off the other day. Those tapes contain every event youâve attended over your entire junior year. Without them, there basically is no video yearbook.
But when you got to the editing room and found the tapes right where youâd left them, you figured Jimin was just being his usual overdramatic self. Probably just needed you to help him pick out a font or something.
He crosses his arms. âDid you watch any of the tapes before you brought them in?â
âEnough to confirm that I actually recorded stuff, yeah, I watched them a little.â You frowned. âWhy?â
âDid you notice anything⌠unusual about them? Any recurring themes, perhaps?â
âUhâŚ.â Themes? You were a videographer, not a cinematographer. âCan you please just tell me what the hell youâre talking about?â
âOh, Iâll do you one better. Let me show you what Iâm talking about.â He clicks on the main tv and presses play on the VCR. As a tape whirs to life, a handsome face flickers on the screen.
Itâs a face youâve seen nearly every day for the last 3 years. Your best friend, Kim Seokjin. He smiles brightly on screen, dark hair hanging in his warm eyes, and your heart flutters as if he were looking at you and not the lens of a camera. From the outfit he wears, a warm-up suit in your schoolâs colors, you guess this is the video from one of his tennis matches.
After a few shots of him hitting a few serves, heâs replaced by another Seokjin, this one dressed casually, a bright pink and yellow t-shirt and matching shorts, playing hacky sack on the quad with some other students. The camera stays on Seokjin even when heâs not the one juggling the sack. His squeaky laugh fills your ears, making you smile.
âDid you start editing these together?â you ask. âInteresting choice to segue from Jin to Jin.â
Hacky sack Seokjin is gone now. Your brow furrows as you watch yet another Seokjin cavorting on the tv, this one shirtless, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of swimming trunks, chasing members of his fraternity with a hose. Clearly this is from the fundraiser car wash theyâd had a few weeks ago. Water drips from his wet shirt, which clings to him as he pretends like heâs going to spray the camera and you audibly gulp.
Thereâs Seokjin in his choir robes, making you swoon as he sings a solo in his crystal-clear tenor. Seokjin wearing one of his many pastel hoodies, tutoring several students in the library. Seokjin dressed in formalwear, looking like a model rather than a college student, winking at the camera.
But why were these all cut together like this?
Jimin presses pause and the footage freezes midwink. âDo you see the problem yet?â
âI donât know if itâs a problem, but itâs certainly an unusual approach for a yearbook to focus on only one student, Jimin.â
âYeah, no shit! Thatâs the issue,â he sighs.
âOkay. So⌠why did you pick all of Jinâs shots? Why not throw in some other students?â
Jimin stares at you. âAre you⌠are you kidding me? I didnât choose Jinâs shots, I used the only shots you gave me! Each tape is filled with nothing but Kim Seokjin!â
Rolling your eyes, you huff, âWell, itâs not my fault that heâs in every freaking activity and organization on campus! Tennis, choir, President of the environmental club, President of the photography club, President of Beta Tau Sigma⌠do I need to go on?â
Jimin gives you a stern look. âSure, heâs the big man on campus who apparently never sleeps, but heâs not the only person in those activities! And yet you made him the star of every video!â
âFuck off, no I didnât.â Jimin raises an eyebrow at your protest. âOh, come on! Thereâs no way. Youâre being a real butthead right now - if thereâs a joke here, I donât get it.â
He pops the cassette out and exchanges it for one with âbaseball championshipâ scrawled across it in your handwriting.
âHa, Jin doesnât even play⌠baseball.â Your elation sputters out as the camera pans over the crowd at the biggest game of the year, only to stop and zoom in on Seokjin, who is trying desperately to start the wave. Heâs eventually successful, which you discover because the camera never pans away. Not even when a loud roar goes up as something exciting happens on the field. Possibly the game-winning home run that clinched the tournament for your school - youâre not sure, because all you see is Seokjin.
Jimin stops the tape. âExplain that.â
You canât.
He sighs, patting your arm. âItâs okay. I was once where you are, a young, lovesick puppy following my crush around. Youâll grow out of it.â
âFirst of all, youâre only 3 weeks older than me, so you can drop the enlightened elder routine, dude, and secondly, I am not a lovesick puppy!â Seokjin is your friend. Jimin knows that. Why is he being such a tool right now?
Jimin says your name in the most condescending âoh honeyâ tone he can muster. âYou really need to figure some things out, huh?â He hands you the tape of his edits. âHere. Maybe this will help.â
âI donâtâŚâ
âThe good news is, I think I can still cobble something together using your tapes and the footage provided by our other videographers.â He winces. âI might have to deploy, like, John Woo-levels of slo-mo in order to pad it out a little here and there, but Iâll figure it out.â He clicks off the tv and stands, and you automatically do the same. âI need some java if Iâm going to survive a late-night editing session. Want to hit the coffee hut with me?â
âNo thanks. If weâre done⌠?â
Jimin nods. âYeah, Iâve got it from here.â You start to leave and he stops you, calling your name. âYou should really watch the rest of that. It might clear a few things up for you.â
âWhatever,â you reply, waving over your shoulder.
As you wander out of the student center, you barely take note of the students who call your name and wave to you on your trek back to your dorm. The video is still in your hand. You gaze at it as if itâs a snake, expecting it to bite at any second. What are you supposed to do with this?
Well, obviously thereâs only one thing you can do with that tape.
You watch it.
Thankfully, you are alone in your dorm room, since your roommate is at her boyfriendâs for the night, so you donât have to explain to her why youâre watching a Kim Seokjin compilation. Youâre not sure you could explain it. Especially when you donât fully understand it yourself.
The scenes youâd watched with Jimin roll by, a montage of Seokjin moments that already live in your head 24/7. You reach the shot of him in his rented tuxedo, mingling with his frat brothers and their dates at their winter formal, and canât help but admire your friend again.
Jimin chose not to cut to another clip of Seokjin here, though. Instead, he let the tape play.
On your little tv screen, Seokjin sees you aiming the camera at him and laughs, sweeping his long black bangs off his forehead. âAre you going to stay behind that thing all night?â
The camera shakes slightly as your giggles float through the speakers. âDuh, of course. Iâm on official business tonight.â
Technically, you were there for the yearbook. But Seokjin didnât have a date for the evening, so you were also attending the dance with him. Wearing a satiny floor-length gown in your favorite color, the one that really made your eyes pop, you hoped you looked the part of a stunning date even if you were just the best friend helping out.
âBesides, youâre one to talk.â You zoom in on the beloved vintage Fujipet in Seokjinâs hand. You were used to seeing the shiny black and chrome camera at special events. But tonight heâs hardly been without it for more than a few minutes. Mostly during dinner, while wolfing down his meal. âThat thingâs practically glued to your hand.â
Seokjin immediately sets the Fujipet down. âOkay, your turn.â
âJin,â your voice whines, âstop. I canât!â
âAish, you take that yearbook too seriously. Youâre missing out on so much!â
âUh, as if! Iâm literally capturing everything!â you retort indignantly. Seokjin knows how seriously you take this.
One night, many months ago, while reveling in the freedom of being young and very drunk, youâd given Seokjin an impromptu sermon about your hobby.
âLife is fleeting, Jinnie,â youâd slurred, waving your bottle of beer around. The two of you were sitting on his fraternityâs stoop, enjoying a surprisingly warm winter night. âItâs so fucking short! You have to - have to try to hold on to those moments, you know? Because you blink and poof! Theyâre gone. Thatâs why I want to record them all.â
âThem all what?â Seokjin, a bit of a lightweight, struggled to follow your speech.
âHuh?â
âWhat?â
You both dissolved into giggles as Seokjin leaned against you. After a few seconds, you started again. âMy point is, you have to capture those moments if you can. So they live on. Thatâs what I want to do. I wanna grab that magic and store it away to share with others when they need it. I want to - to capture the world!â Throwing your arms up, you accidentally smacked Seokjin in the face, and the rest of the night disintegrated into drunken laughter and apologies after that.
He knows this is important to you. Maybe thatâs why he resorts to begging.
âYeah, youâre capturing it. But youâre not experiencing it! Come on, put it down for a minute and dance with me. Just one dance! Please?â Seokjin pleads with a pout, throwing you his best puppy dog eyes. He knows you canât resist that look, and offscreen you hear yourself sigh.
âFine. One dance. Let me pause.â The image jumps wildly as you place the camera on a table at the edge of the dance floor. It must be lying on its side, based on the way everything suddenly shifts, and you can hear a click like youâve pressed something, but the tape keeps rolling.
How long is this scene going to run? Jimin mustâve thought it was vital to his little clip show, so you flop over onto your bed, tilting your head to better watch the strange angle on the tv screen. Maybe watching nearly upside-down will bring you more clarity than watching it right-side up did.
Seokjin holds out his hand and leads you to where other couples are already swaying to the music blasting from the dj booth. Since youâre alone now, you grab the remote, cranking the volume high. Itâs one of your favorite songs - âKiss Meâ by Sixpence None the Richer.
He draws you close, long arms wrapping around your waist, a comforting weight settling against your back. Heâs warm under your touch, soft, but also solid, the silk of his collar brushing against your fingertips as you rest your hands on the nape of his neck.
The camera can only watch from a distance as the two of you begin to dance slowly, but itâs not like you really need the video. You remember that night pretty well, given that you stayed sober so you could film everything. Youâd learned your lesson about manning the camera drunk after you tried to record your roommateâs birthday party one year and ended up with 2 hours of nothing but lens cap.
âSee?â Seokjin says after a few seconds. âIsnât this better?â
âEh,â you shrug, a teasing smile on your lips. Seokjin laughs.
How could you be blamed for wanting to focus on such a gorgeous man? The camera isnât zoomed in right now, but you donât need that machine to show you whatâs already so strongly emblazoned in your mind. Those expressive eyes that glimmer as he gazes at you. The way his pouty lips part, revealing that brilliant smile you love so much.
âThanks for coming with me tonight.â
âOf course! Whatâs a best friend for?â You beam up at him.
âRightâŚâ he replies, chuckling softly. âBest friendâŚâ He trails off, eyes scanning the couples around you as he leads you around the floor.
Even without the aid of the microphone, you swear you can hear his heart beating loudly as you rest your head on his shoulder, just like you heard it that night.
The camera watches as Seokjin says something that makes you lift your head. And once again youâre struck by just how gorgeous he is. But heâs so much more than that. Heâs the funniest. The smartest. The sweetest.
Why not make him the center of your videos? The yearbook needs to be interesting, to entertain people, captivate them, make them want to watch it over and over, maybe wishing they could be there, at those games or concerts or even in the quiet moments youâve filmed, like this one, just you and Seokjin, slowly spinning around the room in one anotherâs arms, you smiling up at him like thereâs no one else in the w-
Oh.
Oh.
Sitting up quickly, the blood rushes directly to your head and you tip backwards into your pillows, woozy. But itâs not just the sudden flush that makes you feel dizzy. A dozen questions pop into your head, causing emotional vertigo.
How the fuck have you been so blind to your feelings? When exactly had you fallen in love with your best friend? And if Jimin knows, does anyone else?
The scene finally ends, and the image of you and Seokjin dancing becomes him spearing trash along a highway with the environmental club. But the song starts up from the beginning again - Jimin mustâve dubbed it overtop. What a ridiculous flourish.
The video carries on, Seokjin after Seokjin after Seokjin flashing on screen (god, how many of these events did you attend together? All of them??) After a few minutes, you begrudgingly applaud Jiminâs skills, because he really cut the shots so perfectly to line u-
âWhat is this?â
âFuck!â You bolt upright as Seokjinâs voice scares the bejesus out of you. Scrambling for your remote, you smash the stop button before turning around.
Heâs standing in your doorway, eyes wide underneath his messy bangs as he stares at the tv. One hand grips the strap of the backpack hanging off his shoulder while the other plays with the cords on his oversized blue and white hoodie - a nervous tick youâre well-acquainted with.
âI - I didnât hear you come in,â you stammer.
âYeah, figured you couldnât hear me knocking over the music,â he replies, still staring at the blank screen. âDoor was unlocked. What was that?â
âThe song? âKiss Meâ by Sixpe- â
âNot the song.â He finally glances at you. âI know the song. What the hell were you watching?â
âWell, uh⌠how long have you been standing there?â
He gives you a look.
You could lie. Make up some sort of excuse, maybe something technical that he might not understand, but you donât think about it for more than a second. This is Seokjin. Your best friend. You canât lie to him.
You gesture for him to sit. âItâs something that Jimin edited together for me.â
Seokjin plops himself down on the other end of your bed. âHe made you a⌠a music video? Starring yours truly?â
He seems puzzled. Itâd be so easy for you to reach out and press your thumb to the little worry lines between his brows and soothe them away. The urge is overwhelming.
How did you not know you loved him?
âKinda?â
âWhat do you mean, kinda?â He laughs a little. âThatâs definitely what it looked like. Like watching an Mnet broadcast from an alternate dimension.â He pauses. âBut why did Jimin make this for you?â
Nervously, you fiddle with your remote. âHe went through all the footage I handed in for the yearbook. Apparently, youâre the focus of every video. Doesnât matter what I was supposed to be shooting - games, parties, whatever - I only recorded you.â
He looks slightly bewildered at this, even with his thriving confidence. âOnly me?â
Nodding, you avoid Seokjinâs eye, feeling heat creeping along your neck. Itâs embarrassing trying to explain this. âYeah. Nothing and no one else. I basically filmed a whole year of The Kim Seokjin Show and he⌠wanted to point that out.â You shrug, trying to play it cool, but still donât look at him.
Seokjinâs unusually quiet for a few minutes as he contemplates your answers. Then he scoffs, shaking his head. âLet me get this straight. Jimin put this video together just to critique your work? Seems like a dick move.â
âYeah, well⌠if it werenât for the other videographers, we wouldnât have enough footage for a yearbook, since mine is basically useless, so maybe his dickishness is a little justified.â You sigh, biting your lip as you realize that youâd pretty much let Jimin and the rest of the yearbook staff down.
âAh. I see.â He tugs on his hoodie drawstrings, pulling them back and forth. âBut would a dick go to the trouble of adding a soundtrack?â
âHonestly, I think he was just showing off with that,â you snort. You finally hazard a glance and find him regarding you carefully.
âLook, I get it,â Seokjin sighs, tossing his bangs out of his eyes as he reclines on your bed. âIt only makes sense that you would end up making me the focus of all your videos. I mean, come on.â He gestures broadly to himself, and your lips quirk at his more than healthy self-esteem. âJimin canât fault you for that. But if you really wanted some good shots of me for your personal collection, you couldâve just asked for a private performance.â With an exaggerated wink, he throws you an air kiss.
âIâll remember that for next year,â you roll your eyes, but giggle nonetheless.
He grins. âYou should. Anyway⌠wanna grab dinner?â
âOn campus?â
âNah, letâs do takeout.â He starts rattling off a list of options and you just hum along, relieved.
Thank god it was Seokjin who came through the door and not your roommate or one of your friends. Thereâs no way any of them wouldâve let you off the hook so easily. This is what Seokjin always does - he comforts you even in the most awkward, stressful situations. Like trying to explain why you seem to own a highlight reel of your bffâs greatest moments. He cracks a joke at his expense, makes you laugh, and breaks the tension.
No one else is as thoughtful as he is. No one else cares for you the way he does.
No one else.
âJimin wasnât being rude,â you start again when heâs finished listing restaurants. âWell, maybe a little, but no more than usual. I think he was also trying to help me.â
Seokjin twists his drawstrings. âEh, youâre a great videographer, you donât need his help.â
âThatâs, uh, not what I mean. He was just⌠itâs thatâŚâ
Itâs hard to find the right words to explain. All you can do is try. Seokjinâs eyebrows lift, encouraging you on, and you smile, grateful for his patience as you gather your thoughts.
â...he was trying to help me realize whatâs been in front of me this whole time. I donât know when something changed, but it did, and,â you pause, âand, Iâm only realizing it now, but I⌠IâŚâ
He must sense something from your tone, or the way you keep stammering, because heâs suddenly serious, dark eyes studying your face carefully as he says your name. âYou what?â
Maybe you should be afraid to tell him. But youâre not. Heâs your best friend.
You take a deep breath. âI love you, Jin.â
As long as youâve known Seokjin, youâve never seen him stunned silent. He always has a joke or a quip for any situation. Always. But your declaration has rendered him speechless. His face goes completely blank, too. It freaks you out a little.
Panic starts to set in. Did you make a mistake? âItâs okay if you donât - donât feel the same way. I just needed you to know.â You give him an out.
No response. His eyes shift, landing on your tv. The screen is still blank but the way he gazes at it makes you wonder if heâs seeing something there. If only you could record whateverâs going on inside his head. Replay it over and over until you understand.
The quiet stretches on too long, eating away at you until you canât take it anymore.
âPlease say something,â you finally implore him.
âIâŚâ he blinks. âOkay.â
âOkay?â Whatâs okay?
âYou love me?â
You nod.
âOkay. I⌠gotta go.â He slides off the bed and slowly backs away.
âWhat??â You rise up on your knees, mouth dropping open as he essentially moonwalks to the door. Rooted to the spot, you can only stare as he glances at you, his expression still alarmingly vacant.
âIâll, uh⌠yeahâŚ.â he mumbles, and the door closes behind him.
Dumbfounded, you stare at it.
âWhat the fuck?!â
20 minutes pass, according to the clock on your nightstand. You havenât moved a muscle since he left. Itâs like youâre frozen, kneeling on your bed. The air around you feels a little cold, as if he took all the warmth from the room when he left.
Itâs strange that you havenât cried. Seokjin breaking your heart should leave you a sobbing mess, but your eyes are dry. Youâre not even sure you know how to cry right now. Maybe youâre in shock.
How could he just walk out like that? His best friend confesses that she loves him and he just says âOkayâ and bounces?? Was he that repulsed? Unable to bear the thought of you having feelings for him?
Thereâs no reason to keep staring at the door, but you canât tear your gaze away as you wonder what will happen next. Youâre supposed to meet him for breakfast tomorrow, before class. Will he skip? Go by himself and pretend not to know you?
Or, simply show up like normal and act like nothing happened?
Somehow, that feels like the worst possibility.
Once again, youâre sinking in endless questions, so you shake yourself free and climb off the bed. You need to get out of this room, get as far away from the tv and that tape, that damn videocassette that started it all. Maybe some ice cream would help. The cafeteria should be fairly empty this time of night, so you donât have to worry about anyone seeing you when you inevitably break down over your Chunky Monkey.
But instead you yank your door open and Seokjin is there and suddenly you remember how to cry.
âWhat the fuckâŚâ you utter before youâre too choked up to speak. Tears stream down your cheeks.
Seokjin doesnât miss a beat. He steps into the room, sweeping you into his arms for a tight hug. âWhoa, whoa, donât cry! Please, Iâm sorry!â He sort of wobbles you around, walking backwards clumsily as you blubber into his shoulder until your legs hit your bed, gently coaxes you to sit. âShit, I knew I shouldnât have left like that.â
He grabs you a tissue from your nightstand and you accept it with a glare. A soggy glare, but a glare nonetheless. âThen why did you?â
âBecause I needed a minute. Iâm sorry, I know it was messed up to just run out on you, but I had to think.â He drops his backpack on your bed and unzips it, pulling out a black metal box. âAnd I needed this.â
âYou needed a photo box?â Sniffling, you pick the box up and turn it over in your hands. There are no labels, nothing written anywhere on the box. You shoot him a confused look. âExplain.â
Seokjin pries the lid from the box and tilts his chin. âTake a look.â
A stack of photos sits inside. The top photo is you, video camera in hand, standing near a chain-link fence. Youâre lit from behind by the sun, a bright halo radiating around you.
âThatâs at my last tennis match,â Jin informs you.
The next photo is you again, camera held up to your eye as you stand on the quad, head tipped way back, mouth slightly open as snowflakes swirl around you.
âFirst snow, last year. You were trying to film a snowball fight on the quad, but you kept trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.â His laugh squeaks like a rusty hinge as his eyes crinkle. âThe video bounced so much it gave me motion sickness.â
One by one, you examine the photos. Theyâre all the same. Caught in profile, youâre the star of every shot, Seokjinâs camera gazing at you while you view the world through your video camera. You keep flipping as Seokjin keeps talking.
âI think Jimin mustâve been exaggerating. Unusual for him, I know,â Seokjin cackles, and you canât help but grin. âBut you have to have recorded other things, other people. Because if you were only watching me, you wouldâve seen me only watching you.â
The lump in your throat returns as you look at him. âI donât understand.â
âI think you do,â he replies softly. âYou told me once how much you wanted to capture the world. That stuck with me.â
âIt did?â Placing the photos back in the box, you push it aside.
âYeah. It did.â
âBut⌠these are only photos of me?â
âRight.â Seokjin shuffles nearer, until his thigh rubs against yours. He slides his thumb across your cheek, through the tears that cling there, and your eyes fall shut at his touch. âDonât you get it? Youâre my world.â
Your eyes flutter open. âJin. Kiss me.â
He leans in and you meet him halfway as his mouth presses against yours. Itâs soft, chaste almost, your lips just brushing. Then he tilts his head, cupping your face to bring you closer, and suddenly youâre kissing. Really kissing, mouths parting, tongues colliding, your hands in his hair, his hands tugging you into his lap. You breathe him, touch him, taste him. Him, him, him.
Your Jin.
God knows how much time goes by before you break apart. Jinâs face is bright red as he grins at you. You trace your finger along his plush lips. Theyâre even more plump now, swollen from the many nips youâve given them.
âYouâre lucky I like you so much,â you murmur, âbecause that was a pretty corny line.â
âNot a line. The truth,â he replies huskily, kissing your fingertip. âBut excuse me, I thought you said you loved me? Not liked me.â
âUgh, of course the linguistics major would argue semantics.â Will you ever tire of that ridiculous laugh? âI love you, you nerd.â
âYou know I love you too, right?â
Joy sings in your chest, spreads through your body. âI was hoping, but you didnât actually say itâŚ.â
âEvery day for three years.â
He beams as you look at him skeptically.
âAll three years? Every single minute?â
âYep. Every moment.â
âProve it,â you challenge him with a raised brow.
âYou want me to go get my other photo boxes? This oneâs just junior year.â
You werenât expecting him to back up that claim with photographic proof. You were just trying to get him to kiss you again.
âSay it again,â you command, lips crashing into his. âPlease. Again.â
âI love you,â he declares, laying you down. âI love you.â He settles himself on top of you. âI love you.â He nuzzles your lips, your cheek, your neck. On and on, covering you in burning kisses and softly murmured words.
You push him away for a moment, long enough to pull your top off and toss it onto the floor. He sucks in a breath as you unhook your bra and drop it as well.
âGoddamn. Would you look at those,â he marvels. Your head drops back as you laugh. Heâs the most attractive man youâve ever met, sure, but heâs also the biggest dork.
âDo you want to touch them?â
He nods enthusiastically, and you lie back on your pillows, motioning for him to follow. He does so hungrily, mouth immediately sucking one of your nipples in. You keen as his tongue flicks over the tiny bud, waking it up. His hands join his mouth in caressing every inch he can touch.
âJin,â you sigh, clutching at the hood of his sweatshirt, pulling him back up so you can kiss him. He obliges, but then heâs gone again, lips tracing down your clavicle and running over your other breast. He lavishes both with attention until youâre breathless with want. With need.
His hand plays with the top button on your jeans. âCan these come off?â he asks, eyes round as he peers at you. As if he needs puppy dog eyes right now.
You nod, and he wastes no time undoing the buttons and sliding them down your legs. Then he reaches behind his head and yanks his hoodie off, taking the t-shirt underneath with it. Youâd love to tease him about his eagerness, but it would be hypocritical of you, and besides, youâre too busy gawking at his bare chest. His baggy clothes hide the way his broad shoulders taper down to his waist, where the band of his Calvin Klein boxers rides above his sweatpants.
He slides back up your body to kiss you again. This time he lingers, and as his arms come to rest on either side of your head, he rolls his hips into you and you can feel how much he wants this, too. His hard length presses against your core and you whimper into his mouth, running your hands down his chest.
âJin!â He repeats the movement, your hips lifting to meet his. His hand snakes between you and he slides a finger under the band of your panties.
âCan these come off, too?â
âGod yes!â
With a laugh at your zealous response, Jin removes the last bit of clothing you wear. You laid your heart bare before him earlier, and now the rest of you is exposed, too.
His lips hover over yours as his fingers hover above your clit. He slowly draws a circle around the sensitive pearl as he swallows your moan.
âTell me if you want me to stop,â he rasps, and as you nod, his finger plunges inside.
Youâve always admired Jinâs hands. Those long, slightly crooked fingers move adroitly when heâs playing with his camera or typing on his keyboard. But right now, his lithe fingers are simply pure magic, stroking, rubbing, dipping in and out. Youâre spellbound, your kisses getting sloppier as you pant and groan against Jinâs lips.
âOh god, donât you dare stop!â you demand, eyes closing in bliss. One of your hands tangles in your bedspread, pulling the blanket up as you grip at it, while the other curls around his bicep, holding on tight.
âI wonât. Iâm not stopping until youâre cumming all over me.â Jinâs voice breathes in your ear. You shudder, from the heat, the touch of his lips, the filthy promise. Youâve never heard him use that word before. It sounds so good on his tongue.
âT-tell me,â you moan. Opening your eyes, you see Jin watching you with an expression of lust that makes you clench around his fingers involuntarily, and he draws a shaky breath. He grinds his hips into the bed and you whine at the sight.
âTell you what?â He drops his head to your neck, sucking gently, painting your neck with red marks that will fade to black and blue by morning.
âWhat you w-wanna do. To me.â
He lifts his head in surprise. âYou like that?â
Other guys had tried talking dirty with you before and youâd played along, but it had never done a damn thing for you. Not until this moment.
âYeah. Wanna hear you. Tell me what you wanna do to me, Jinnie,â you beg, voice breathless and sweet, and he groans, capturing your mouth in a harsh kiss before pulling away again.
âFuck, I wanna do everything to you. Make you cum on my fingers, my tongue, my cock.â You mewl loudly, helplessly, at that last word, and he drags his thumb over your clit, agonizingly slow. Keening, you try to encourage him to speed up by bucking your hips towards him. âOh, you wanna cum on my cock? How do you want it - deep and slow?â He starts to pump his fingers fast, and your whole body feels tight tight tight, like youâre about to snap. âOr fast and hard? Is that better? Throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck you senseless?â
âAhhhhh, I want it all, please give it to me, please please pl- â Your voice breaks as your body breaks, comes apart in Jinâs deft hands. You feel his hips bucking into the bed and then he hisses, burying his face in the valley of your breasts.
âDid - did you just - â
âYeah,â he groans, voice muffled. âI just came in my pants like a fucking teenager.â He lifts his head, looking sheepish. You laugh, affectionately, amazed at how he can be so sexy but so cute at the same time, heart overflowing as he rolls behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
âSo,â you drawl after a few minutes of content snuggling, âabout those things you said you want to do to meâŚâ
âYeah?â
â...are you waiting for a formal invitation, orâŚâ You grind your ass against him and he tightens his arms around your waist, huffing a laugh into the crook of your neck.
âIâm gonna need some dinner first.â He nibbles on your shoulder. âLetâs take a break. Weâve got the rest of the night. And tomorrow. Every day after that.â
You twist in his arms. âEvery day?â
âFor as long as youâll have me.â His gaze is so warm. Itâs incredible that you never realized that look in his eyes was the look of love.
âI love you, Jin.â
âI love you too.â He grins. âNow... how about that takeout?â
Š 2022 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.
Pairing: Jin x Reader, some implied Yoongi x reader and Namjoon x reader
Word: 15.6K
Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, richkids!au, chef!Jin, bookworm!oc, hard fluff, smut angst?
Summary: As the daughter of the Kimâs closest friends, youâve attended their extravagant annual New Yearâs party since the year you were born. No matter what you always spend time with your favorite childhood friend, Jin, who has always been there for you. Here are the highlights of you and Jin realizing just how important you two are to each other.
Warnings: Language, jealousy, unprotected sex (donât do that shit), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink?, subpar dad jokes, reader is a bit anxiousâŚ
AN: Havenât written a fic in a while. Havenât written smut⌠like ever? Got inspired to write again, and just went through this writing phase. The style/layout is based on David Nicholâs One Day, and years are based on OCâs age.
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Age (almost) 4 months
The Kim house looks like it popped out of a modern fairy tale. The mansion is at least four stories with multiple bedrooms, two dinning rooms, and a ballroom. Â The floor to ceiling glass windows with gold accents bring an air of refinement and bourgeois. The garden is lit with holiday decorations and lights, colorful and magnificent, as guests meander into the house. Â The music played throughout the designated party areas provides tranquility and New Year spirit. Â Guests arrive in fabrics across the globe and in cars that look like they belong in the future. Â The Kimâs host parties that would make Gatsby top his hat.
The Kims were a prestigious family, on a national level. Â Mr. Kim owns a famous line of international hotels, while Mrs. Kim is Editor-in-Chief of a high-end fashion magazine. Their combined net worth, plus their own inheritance, places them in the 1%. Â Youâd probably hear about their daily goings in the society section of the newspaper or in other forms of media, like Dispatch or Instagram.
Mr. Kim greets people as they enter the home, thanking them for their time and to enjoy the house as they see fit. Â He barely notices his 2 year old son , dressed in a custom toddler suit, scattering across the floor, stealing pan con tomate from the waitersâ trays. Â The wait staff try to catch the little menace of the mansion but itâs Mrs. Kim who snatches him in her arms first. Â He lets out an infectious laugh that makes everyone else smile.
Series Warnings:Â past toxic relationships (emotional/psychological abuse, cheating); âapprovedâ extra-marital relationship (Jin and OC are in an unconventional arranged marriage & this is not an infidelity au but if the perception of it between the MCs is triggering, please skip this one!); foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption; mentions of injury and non-serious sickness; fighting, tears, and drama; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Word count: ~143k
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Status: Ongoing
Series summary: Your unconventional arranged marriage with your companyâs President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brotherâs wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.
A/N: I came across Dead Stars by Paz Marquez Benitez again recently (a 1925 short story written in English and a classic in Philippine literature), and I was reminded of how Iâve always wanted to capture a fraction of the essence of that story ever since I read it in high school. But I sort of flipped it on its head and came up with this! My hand also slipped so lots of things happen. And given that I finished watching Business Proposal before I started writing and since I have no knowledge of the food production industry or the corporate world in general, several terms and elements were taken from that show (but itâs a completely different story). So please, donât mind the inaccuracies! Jin has also been a menace đ recently so this was incredibly fun and satisfying to write. I hope you enjoy! đĽ°đĽ°
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Summary: Somehow, everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and when you told the concierge that you had a room booked under your name, they said to you that they had no rooms available. Well, that was until a handsome man in a three-piece suit decided to be your âhusbandâ and told you you could room with him in his presidential suite, and you chose to say âscrew itâ, why not right? Whatâs the worst that could come from rooming with a handsome stranger?
Warnings Strangers to Lovers AU! Seokjin is smooth like butter (like a criminal undercover). Smut, angst fluff, the holy trinity. Yelling, swearing, crying, arguments, Seokjin being a tsundere? Sorta? Smut, unprotected sex (donât do this). Fingering, oral (male and female receiving) shower sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation. Mentions of cheating for like one sentence. Hair pulling, face fucking, throat fucking. Name-calling, (he calls her a brat like once). Rough but passionate sex. Biting, hickeys. Spanking. Public sex, fingering and nipple play. Pussy slapping. Sex massage therapy? Idk, itâs for like a minute. Sauna sex idk theyâre fooling around. Idk this got out of hand. Face sitting, whoops.
Authors Note 1: This is my part of @btshoneyhive âSpring Breaking the Rulesâ Collab. Check out the masterlist here! đ
Authors Note 2: The only rule to follow: donât fall in love with Seokjin.
Authors Note 3: Huge thank you to @hobeeminâ Beezy, I love you so much for reading this EVEN IF I TOLD YOU TO REST BUT ILY BEEZY đĽşđ Thank you to @missgenialityâ for offering to beta this even if I keep deleting the document 90 times and being so patient with me ILY 𼺠and thank you to @jeonjcngkook @sublimebangtanâ & @sugakookitty betaing the old smut I wrote in 2020, and that I was too scared to read again 𼲠yâall saved me with this fic thank you guys so much đĽşđ
Banner Credit: To the lovely @eerieeditsâ I donât know how you do it each time Val, but you make the most incredible banners, thank you for this đ
It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldnât give a damn, finding out the co-worker youâve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. Itâs stupid, and youâre irritated at yourself, but you canât seem to shake out of the funk youâve fallen face first in.
Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before heâs woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.
Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you â in a very unescapable wayâŚ
pairing; kim seokjin x f reader
au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov
words; 10,286
warnings for this chapter (!)Â one-night stand, semi-intoxicated sex, kissing, groping, ass man jin is back, oral (f receiving), protected sex (missionary), fingering, unprotected sex (doggy), multiple orgasms, minor spanking, oc likes it kind of hard, mild dirty talkÂ
ooooh a flashback chapter and itâs the night they met I love it and I was curious about this đ¤âŚ and it was soooooooo spicy damn đĽđĽđĽđĽđĽđĽđĽđľđľđľđľđľ I wonder what would of happened if she stayed and he woke up first I doubt he would of made it awkward⌠Iâm loving this series so far and I canât wait for the next update âşđ¤
â title: the ex not missed (m)Â
â pairing: seokjin x reader(f)
â genre/rating:Â 18+ ;Â angst, humor, fluff, smut ; romcom ; holiday au, strangers to lovers au, fake dating au
â word count: 26.9k!!
â synopsis: everything was going according to plan: the promotion landed in your lap, your boyfriend was taking you on a dinner date, and you already had a fancy lodge booked to celebrate the proposal you assumed was coming. except the so-called proposal was a breakup, there were extreme cancellation fees for the resort, and your boss wouldnât let you work because you hadnât taken a break in months. at least that gave you an excuse to mope in solitude for a week⌠because nothing else could go wrong, right? (lightly based on christmas getaway (2017))
â warnings: bad holiday puns and jokes (including the title), explicit language, alcohol, embarrassing moments lol, angst, post-breakup talks, dom!jin, switch!reader, fingering, penetration, seokjin is so considerate and attentive iâm sick, breast play, denied orgasms, light slapping, protective sex, slight choking, crying, oral (m/f rec), did i mention horrible holiday jokes?Â
â publish date: july 17th, 8pm EST
â notes: this is a gift for the hoeliday well spent package of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo! the holidays are rolling in a little bit early, so i hope youâre ready to settle down with a warm throw and a comforting mug. thank you endlessly to @kookdiariesâ for the banner and dividers for us all<3 also, this is broken up into days, so you can use them as chapters and go back to them if you need to!
â taglist: listed under the cut!
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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges
Subject: Your Yuletide Getaway is Just Around the Corner!Â
series: hush, yeah?
pairing: taehyung x reader(f)
genre: brotherâs best friend au, music festival au ; angst(?), smut
summary: you start to have huge doubts and think itâs time to stop.
warnings: tension, language, taehyungâs an asshole (when is he not!!), mentions of sexual acts, marijuana mention, still picture tae in the header, ateez member cameo, transition chapter, iâm already apologizing for the end
notes: thank you endlessly to @sunshinekimsâââ and @chateautaeâââ for betaing on such short notice. also this chapter was going to be long but i decided to break it up into two because of.. reasons.Â
dedication: this chapter is for my darling alyssa @jungkxookââ (which should clue you in on whoâs showing up LOLL.) also, iâve only dropped you small hints but now the real thing is here!! thank you for the constant encouragement and thirst talks, always. i love you<3
taglist:Â under the cut and still open (18+ only!)
word count: 7.1k
rating: pg13
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â title: of espresso & rainwater.
â pairing: university!taehyung x cafe owner!reader(f)
â rating/genre: m (18+) ; exes to lovers, slice of life au ; angst, smut
â summary: you never thought youâd see him again after you dropped everything to be⌠anywhere else. when he appears in your cafe one dayâa cafe you own halfway across the worldâyou canât believe itâs really him. but it is. the same warm eyes, the same tender smile, and the same hoodie you adoredânow worn by someone else.
â note: ah, um. surprise? :D this is something i started on a whim over the summer after seeing the two pictures under the cut (while waiting for my car to be fixed lol.) i figured i would at least release a teaser for tae day 2021! just a general warning.. well. angst. many, much angst lol
â warnings: none to note for teasers. full list at drop!
â note 2: credit for pics under cut here
â est. word count: 20k || teaser wc: 1k
â est. release date: spring 2022
â taglist form:
⼠anonymous, no emails collected
⼠includes optional (extra) teaser!
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âś summary: a trilogy (open to spin-offs of other members) of arranged marriage, accidental marriage, and marriage of convenience stories featuring rich!bangtan. listed in chronological order!
âś authorâs note: watching penthouse, half of lie after lie, and one episode of world of marriage got me feeling some type of way lol. these fics arenât like that besides the chaebol lifestyle aspect!
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âś pairing: jimin x female reader
âś genre & tropes: angst, smut; arranged marriage/marriage of convenience
âś summary: Itâs not a marriage that the either of you had wanted. Itâs a marriage where both sides of the family were telling you and Jimin to keep a close eye on each other, saying that you cannot trust your spouseâs intentions. Itâs a marriage that was shrouded in secrecy and poised to fail from the start. Every decision you and Jimin made must be carefully calculated to not upset the delicate balance you two have established. Nothing can stop things from getting a whole lot more complicated when you and Jimin have to add baby-making to the mix.
âś release: chapter one on to be determined
âś moodboards: đđ
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âś summary: You were in Vegas for one last hurrah and bit of fun before you were forced to submit yourself to the drudgery that was responsible adulthood. You had no idea you would wake up from a night of mind-blowing sex, married to the man beside you. Bored out of his mind at Taehyungâs âbachelor partyâ Hoseok is immediately enraptured by your beauty. When he finds himself leg-shackled, he is not as inclined to dissolve the marriage as you are, especially with his dying grandmother breathing down his neck about wives and children, threatening to disown him and take him off her will.
âś release: chapter one on ??.??.??
âś moodboards: đđ
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âś pairing: jungkook x female reader
âś genre & tropes: angst, smut; arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, scorned lovers with a past, second chance romance
âś summary: Ten years ago, you had run away from your family to pursue your dreams of becoming an idol. Eight years ago, those dreams were turned into dust and you were forced to beg your family to take you back in. Now, as a part of their agreement for making you a member of the illustrious Min family once more, you were forced to do their every bidding, including marrying the man you hated the most of all.Â
âś release: chapter three on ??.??.??
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Know that what Iâve recommended are my absolutely, most beloved, smut-filled, re-readable picks. Enjoy!
Kim Seokjin
Woman of a Certain Age - Y/N has known Seokjin since he was born. She has even helped change Seokjinnieâs diapers. Growing apart when Y/N went to the U.S. for college, Seokjin runs into Y/N when she is hired by Big Hit as a top consultant. Sparks fly despite Seokjin nursing a broken heart and Y/N trying to make partner at her firm. Will this noona ever see Seokjin as the man he now is? @vyduan
Leveled Up - You have no idea what youâre doing when you log in to a new video game with your brotherâs beta code. But what you do know is that you want to see more of the dazzling virtual reality game he showed you despite the fact that youâre not much of a gamer. And though you quickly realize youâre out of your depth in this world, it gets even worse when youâre pulled into a raid with a group of players who know exactly what theyâre doing â and have very little time for your amateur antics. This is how you meet Kim Seokjin, famous singer, famous gamer. Except, you donât who he is. You just think of him as KimRJ92. And he thinks of you as a puzzle to solve. @erinbrownwrites
Hideaway - Only the respected patriarch of the Kim dynasty thinks you are worth anything. Despite his vision, the rest of the upper crust sees you as nothing more than your station, a girl borne of a family that only ever existed to serve them. Cruelly, the only thing standing in your way is also the key to your success: having to take care of a smiley, goofy, lanky, drunk manchild in ill-fitting clothes who just happens to be next in line for the throne, and who has just inadvertently kidnapped you. The next three days with Kim Seokjin will make or break you. @bonvoyagenoona
Made-Up Love Song - Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesnât go so well, nor your second, or your third⌠and maybe thatâs because it shouldnât work on paper. Youâre an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. Heâs the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail â heâs a multimillionaire. Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place⌠@floralseokjin
Donât Go Baking My Heart - You fall in love with Kim Seokjinâs bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentineâs Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe itâs the ownerâs bad jokes, maybe itâs the other regulars, maybe itâs the delicious pastries. Or maybe thereâs something more that keeps you coming back to that shop. @candlewaxandp0lar0ids
Off Limits - Youâve been lusting after your brotherâs best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you canât ignore the sexual tension thatâs simmers between the two of youâŚand it keeps getting worse⌠@floralseokjin
Pride & Fidget Spinners - Seokjin has always prided himself on being the top mall kiosk salesman. His turf, the spot nearest to the fountain, is due to him being the undisputed best in the game. At least, until you arrive and throw his game into chaos. @kpopfanfictrash
All Along -Â Itâs no surprise when you learn youâll soon be engaged to one of the Kim brothers. What does come as a shock, is just how determined Seokjin is to make sure that person is him. @underthejoon
Min Yoongi
Countermelody -Â This new city has already invigorated your tired bones and shy heart. The people here seem kind and exciting. All sorts of interesting silhouettes are always shuffling about, and you write little stories for each person who passes you by. Even the stationery shop next door is warm and inviting, and youâre grateful that Mr. Kang offers you the store manager job on the spot. But you get a funny feeling about things when he shows you the boxes in the back, the ones marked with red tape and the name MIN YOONGI scribbled on top. You wonder what makes this customer particularly special. You donât know that the process of finding out will make you question why you ever moved here in the first place. @bonvoyagenoona (HELP Iâve read this one like five times)
Third Wheeling - @untaemedqueen
Want a Taste? -Pretzel pro. Most skillful tongue in the food court world. Allegedly. Of course, youâre reasonable skeptical of his claims- but if thereâs one thing that motivates this notoriously-lethargic man, itâs proving skeptics wrong. @suga-kookiemonster
Fortuitous -Â Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way â both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened. @underthejoon
Shameless - Fleeing a scandal, Y/N signs with Big Hit Entertainment to launch her singer/songwriter career in South Korea. Denying her attraction to Suga out of fear from past betrayals, Y/N blunders through years in Korea as BTS gets more and more famous. Will she give into the chemistry she has with Suga, risking her career for a second time, and have her happily ever after? Or will she be doomed to be alone forever? @vyduan
The English Teacher - After watching an unfortunate interview with iHeartRadio, you write up a piece on ways BTS could improve their English interviews. Your post reaches the eyes of BigHit Entertainment who took what you had to say seriously. Now three months into your probation period as BTSâ resident English teacher, youâre finally beginning to understand both Korean and celebrity culture, as well as the toll of living lands away from your husband of ten years. As for one of the BTS members, heâs trying to understand you, too - as much as youâll let him.
Carousel - He is the successor of his familyâs business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the familyâs future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isnât always what it seems, is it? @yoonia
Watermelon Sugar -Â Traveling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you donât regret doing it, of course not - youâre in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldnât hurt, though. Thatâs how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. Heâs quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesnât push you away. Thatâs how your Greek adventure begins. @yoonjinkooked
Kim Namjoon
Roommates with Benefits - You and Namjoon are roommates. Youâre both really horny one morning. So you come to an understanding: Itâs not a regular thing. It happens on the couch. Kissing is allowed. Condoms, always. And just like that, youâre roommates with benefits. @erinbrownwrites
Kakistocracy - As the top Senior Aides to the President of the Republic (a fictitious country based on no specific location whatsoever), you and Namjoon are nearly always at each otherâs throats. The sole thing you agree upon is your president is an absolute idiot, with zero idea how to run a country. This is why, when a new threat emerges and your nation is plunged into chaos, you two are the only ones capable of keeping the world from disaster. If you can stop arguing long enough to try, that is. @kpopfanfictrash
For the Books: An Unlikely Holiday Romance - Kim Namjoon begrudgingly agrees to be part of the local libraryâs annual holiday date auction.You are duped into buying a ticket to the libraryâs annual holiday date auction by your best friend. Both you and Namjoon are dreading the actual event. Neither of you expects what happens next. @erinbrownwritesÂ
Office Hours - When youâre an early career researcher who has just broken up with the love of your life, who is desperately trying to keep your lab afloat, and who is still embattled in a years-long feud with the hotshot professor down the hall for the only tenured spot that will make itself available at this top tier university in at least the next decade, you really donât have any choice but to save the emotions for another time. You donât expect them to bubble up and out of you when you have a particularly rough day, and you certainly donât expect refuge in the arms of your rival. But crazier things have happened in darkened hallways and behind closed office doors.
The Rich Manâs Crochet Club - When they were freshmen in college, Namjoon began a club with his six closest friends. The one thing they all had in common? Virgin-as-fuck. Obviously, they couldnât call it the Virgins Club, and so, The Rich Manâs Crochet Club was born. Until time passes and Namjoon is the only left. Now, the Club has one final mission: to get Namjoon laid. @kpopfanfictrash
Obligated -Â Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when youâre both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing youâre human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man youâre obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave. @underthejoon
The Body Through Time - When youâre offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesnât want to see you. At all. @yeoldontknow
Jung Hoseok
Holly-Jolly Crisis - At this time last year, you thought you had it all: A kick-ass screenwriting job for the hottest TV show in LA, an actor boyfriend whose career was taking off, and an affordable apartment with not one, but two bathrooms. Fast forward to now, and youâre single, soon-to-be jobless, and searching for a way to scrape together January rent. Everything seems to be falling apart, which was why you told your family you werenât coming home for the holidays. Enter your little sister, Sara, who recently became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi, and needs you home to celebrate. The biggest problem? Returning home means youâll forced to face everything and everyone you left behind, including Yoongiâs best man - and your ex-best friend - Jung Hoseok. @kpopfanfictrash
Madeline - It was supposed to be a one-night thing. Just one, perfect night to remember forever. Life, it seems, has other plans. @kpopfanfictrash
Trouble - How Hoseok lost his virginity (as part of The Rich Manâs Crochet Club) @kpopfanfictrash
Hot Rod - A 1950â˛s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok canât keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boysâ favorite diner. @kinktae
Guarded - Youâve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. Now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit. @xjoonchildx
Systems of Touch - You know the works of renowned author, researcher, and professor, Jung Hoseok, and have the pleasure of meeting him in person at an annual gathering. Entirely infatuated with you, Hoseok wants to do things the right way - wait until youâre no longer a student. Whether or not you can abide by that rule? Time will only tell. @yeoldontknow
Whatâs Past is Past -Â After your eight years relationship comes to a brutal end, you donât really see yourself getting back into dating â ever, probably. And then, your new neighbor who has the most beautiful smile youâve ever seen needs to borrow a corkscrew, and you donât realize it just yet, but your resolve doesnât stand a chance. @candlewaxandp0lar0ids
Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, childhood friends, CEO kids; angst, fluff, smut
Series Warnings: seemingly controlling parents but not really, sexism, alochol consumption, foul language, sexual content (fingering, hand job, making out, breast play, straddling, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex)Â (18+) - specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters
Word count: 64,350 (main story + follow-up)
Series summary: As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. Youâre okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isnât.
A/N: This story is growing so I decided to put up a masterlist! Thank you so much for still going back to read this; theyâre truly one of my favorite couples. đĽ°đĽ° @jeonwiixard also made a moodboard for this some time ago; do check it out! đ
[ series ] [ matters of the heart in the mafia series masterlist ] this story is the second part of the matters of the heart in the mafia series.
[ genre ] mafia au Ă arranged marriage au Ă remarriage au Ă single parent au Ă deceased husband's best friend au ( angst Ă fluff Ă smut )
[ rating ] mature-rated
[ warnings ] arranged marriage that sounds extremely like it's forced. you are a single parent. you are a widow. violence, blood and death are a constant mention. suggestive and harsh dialogue. death of family and loved ones. alcohol consumption. mentions of unhealthy romantic relationship. neglect. mentions of dysfunctional relationships with a parents and siblings. there will be eventual smut. mature rated for a varied number of reasons. degrading words are used against women and objectification of women. nothing is too graphic or explicit but there is mentions and hints. more warnings will be added as the story progresses. highly unrealistic because i'm sensitive to too much gore and real-life shit.
[ summary ] you marry your deceased husband's best friend for the sake of your child.
You had removed yourself from Bangtan the day your son was born âyour sole intention being to protect your darling from harm. When things start going wrong and you realise you are not as capable of protecting him as you thought, you agree to remarry. In the cruellest twist of fate, you are arranged to marry your deceased husband's best friend who also happens to be your runaway half-sister's estranged husband for the sake of protecting your child.
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pairing: CEO!Jin x brat!reader
genre(s): smut, absolute filth, pwp... I am sorry
au(s): sugar daddy au
word count: 750
warnings:Â sexual tension, going for car rides (*ahem*), daddy kink, excessive use of petnames, fingering, spanking, clit slapping, unprotected sex (put your hubcap on b4 you rev up ok), breast play, c*m tasting, brat tamer Jin (he's mean but it's sexyyyy)
rating: NC17
summary: you challenge Jin to a race...first one to the finish line wins big.
a/n: so i raised hell by proposing this scenario in the @bangtanbathhouse discord, and i had to write bc dilfs now have a hold on me thanks to @taesinferno. presenting to y'all, sugar daddy Jin ready to distract you from the road hehe <3 also this is my first time writing smut so pls sabdahjdbjskf go easy on me. i hope y'all enjoy! (not sure i'll write something like this again)
âIâm sorry,â Jin balks, tipping his tinted aviators down to rest on the bridge of his nose. âYou want me to do what?â
His eyes scan your upset face, painted lips pursed into a pout, slowly drifting down to where the unbelievably thin straps of your baby blue silk slip dress meet the v-shaped neckline.
Clearing his throat, he quickly averts his eyes and shoots you a haughty smirk. Recently, youâd become extra needy for his affection, the luxury bags and sparkling diamonds no longer doing much to capture your attention. As a busy CEO with little time for romance, some part of his male ego swelled at the thought of having a bright, young thing like you so captivated by his attention.
âJin, pleaaaase,â you whined, stomping your red-bottomed heels into the ground. âI want you to take me for a ride.â
His heart skips a beat at how easily and innocently the debauched phrase falls from your lips while you flutter your eyelashes. Suddenly, it made the exorbitant sum heâd shoveled out for a new Lambo this week seem very worth it.
âAwww poor baby,â he reaches out to tilt your chin upwards, the glint in his eyes causing a shiver to run up your spine.
âIf you wanted a ride, Princess, all you had to do was ask.â
You clench inadvertently at the implication of his words, ready to submit to him, when suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in your head.
âDaddy,â you whisper, pulling him in by the lapels of his satin LV shirt as he stumbles towards you. âI have a better idea.â
Jin cocks an eyebrow, plump lips parting only to be greeted by the pad of your thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth to silence his protests.
âA race,â you breathe out. âWe both go for a drive, except you go in one of your vintage cars, and I get to take that new little Lambo of yours out for a spin. First one to the edge of town gets a prize.â
âHmm, sounds like a drag,â he teases, riling you up with the way he feigns interest in staring at his perfectly manicured nails. âI already have everything I could want, babe. Whatâs in it for me?â
âOh dear,â you giggle, the thin strap of your slip teasingly falling off your shoulder to expose the pretty pale lingerie set you have underneath.
âThatâs for me to know, and for you to find out.â
âJin, I-, fuck, fuck, fuck, more!â you squealed, bucking against his long crooked fingers as he landed another swat to your ass.
For once, you were grateful for the secluded cliff that overlooked the city. It was the perfect place for Jin to have you bouncing on him in the backseat of his brand new car, dress slipping off your shoulders and panties pulled to the side.
âYouâve been so naughty, Princess,â he grunts, shoving you into him so your breasts rub against his defined chest. âYou were such a brat, getting Daddy all worked up, and then you didnât even try to win?â
âApologize!â he lands a smack to your clit, your screams drowning out the roar of his voice. âTell Daddy youâre sorry, and maybe Iâll fuck this tight pussy hard enough to let you come tonight.â
âMmmmph!â you moan, shaking your head furiously, tears clinging to your eyelashes. Youâd never planned to beat him in the first place, knowing his competitive streak would have you leaving a winner regardless of what went down tonight.
âFuck,â he groans, burying his head into your shoulder as he leaves sloppy kisses against your neck.
âGet ready baby, weâre going for a ride,â you let out a sharp gasp as he buries himself to the hilt, panting as you furiously bounce to match his thrusts.
When his fingers begin to flick against your sensitive bud, the knot in your core furiously winds itself tighter and tighter as sparks begin to erupt underneath your skin. The pressure consumes you, building as your back arches and Seokjinâs plush lips wrap around your tits, before youâre hurtling over the edge.
He spills inside you moments later, fingers reaching below to swipe at your folds before he paints the mixture of cum over your kiss-bruised lips.
Leaning in, he presses a peck to your lips, smirking as he takes in your fucked out expression as the sun sets behind the both of you.
âWelcome to the finish line, Princess.â
A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi đ
â˝ pairing: incubus husband!seokjin x wife!reader
â˝ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]
â˝ synopsis: Seokjin creates nightmares on the daily and All Hallows Eve is no different. However, when he accidentally drops into your dreams upon his return home, heâs surprised by what he finds.
â˝ wc: 2.5k
â˝ warnings: cursing, incubus!jin, consensual somnophilia, f. masturbation, mention of voyeur!jin, multiple orgasms (f), fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, marking (biting, hickeys, scratching), breast play, impreg kink, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, tiny lactation kink, belly bulge (Iâm sorry), creampie
â˝ an: i took some liberties with the incubus since seokjin is monogamous and instead causes nightmares for energy
