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rich kid | pjm

⇒ summary: park jimin is a rich kid.

⇒ {rich kid au}

⇒ pairing: jimin x reader

⇒ word count: 5k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ a/n: this was supposed to be a warm up!! i don’t know what happened!!

You’d be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t know Park Jimin. Everybody knows Park Jimin, and if they don’t, everybody knows of Park Jimin.

Park Jimin walks around campus like he owns the entire university, hands casually thrown into the pockets of his expensive black pants, sunglasses balancing on top of his intentionally disheveled black hair, silver earrings and studs and rods decorating his earlobes, leather jacket not worn, but strewn over his shoulders, complementing that delicate silver chain around his neck perfectly. Or perhaps, he isn’t wearing a fully black ensemble that likely costs more than your tuition. Maybe he’s a bit more laid back, with an outrageously vibrant sweater, the Gucci logo stamped all over it, blue jeans, ripped at the knee like he had worn right through them. He’s got circular frames surrounding his eyes even though he doesn’t need glasses, a beanie or beret sitting happily on his head if he didn’t have time to put his usual amount of product in his hair, Rolex watch peeking out from the oversized sleeves of his sweater. Park Jimin knows how to wear everything and anything with confidence, flair, so he is hardly difficult to miss.

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Listening to RUN BTS is not enough i need ot7 to scream it in front of my face

BANGTAN SHIRTLESS ERA IS REALLY A REAL THING NOW

“나의 천사 나의 세상” — “my angel, my world.” ;;;

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All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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i just love it when bts dress like they're all going to different locations like here:

jimin looks like he's about to walk some fancy runway in paris and ruin every model's career indefinitely

joon about to pull an all-nighter at the campus library one night before an important exam

jungkook looks like he's on his break of some military training camp he signed himself up for

yoongi about to leave for a morning walk at 2pm

hobi ready for his picnic brunch date with some nice old ladies at the local park

undercover seokjin is back

and taehyung looks like he finally did his laundry after two months so he has to roam around in whatever he found in his closet that wasn't stained or stinking

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only love | jeon jungkook YANDERE

summary | Jungkook loves you, can’t you see that? He’s played the loving best friend for years but now that you’ve accidentally given him an opening to your heart what was he supposed to do? You would soon realize that Jungkook has, and will be, the only man to truly love you and now he’s tired of getting brushed off.

warnings | soft YANDERE JUNGKOOK. smut. bffs to lovers, manipulative JK, submissive y/n, dom Jk, drunk sex, slight dubcon if u squint, gaslighting, blowjob, raw sex, no condom, rough, alcoholic persuasion, crying kink, lowkey sadist Jk but barely, controlling Jk, past heartbreak, insecure y/n DOM/SUB THEMES

His vision had fallen into focus, the only thing in his line of sight standing a couple yards across from him, hand on some guy’s thigh laughing at whatever he’d say.

He raised his drinks to his lips forcing his hands to stop trembling from the jealousy coursing through his veins. The burning down his throat distracting himself enough to tune into his surroundings. He could hear his friend speak to him, ask him a question or say his name.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung nudged him trying to see whatever it was that caught his attention so. He couldn’t see anything passed the dancing bodies in the tiny apartment. He rose to his feet abruptly, “I’m tired of this, I’m going home.”

He left him without another word maneuvering through the crowd closing the gap between him and his target. He forced his emotions down locking them away in the far back corner of his heart and played a lazy smile upon his lips. When you finally looked away from the guy next to you, bright smile on your face finding your best friend in front of you, you couldn’t help but jump to your feet immediately.

“J-J—kook!” Your words slurred throwing yourself into his arms letting him keep you on your feet steadily with a tight grip around your waist. For a moment his intentions changed when you pressed his lips against his with a small kiss, greeting him as if nothing. He wanted to drown in the feeling for as long as he could but he couldn’t, not right now. He looked down at the guy who didn’t shy away from looking up your skirt when you stood and he had to keep himself composed by holding you closer.

“What’s up man,” the guy was casual, drunk and relaxed probably at a high from talking to you. Jungkook knows that’s how you made him feel at least.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook told you never acknowledging the guy below as he began to pull you toward the door. You tugged on his hand trying to pry it off to no avail, “Wait, wai—“ you whined letting him take you away as he fully ignored you. He was stronger than you right now and you were too dizzy to fight.

“You’re drunk, it’s late, I’m taking you home,” he left no room to argue as he cut the short distance to the door and opened it as quickly as he was outside.

He did just that when you didn’t object. Knowing you, you recognized it was time to leave before you did something you’d regret in the morning, or at least hoped so. He took your keys and unlocked your door for you. He kneeled in front of your drunken form as you fell back against the wall for support. His hands slipped around your ankle lifting your leg as he worked to remove your shoes for you. He forced his head down only letting himself see up to your mid thigh where the skirt ended before looking back down.

Once your shoes were off he ordered you to get changed and he left to your kitchen for a glass of water. He loved this part, he gets to play the caring boyfriend for you.

What’s up man, he repeated in a mock tone, flashes of earlier repeating in his head. Who the fuck was that guy? Why were you talking to him? Are you stupid? He could’ve hurt you and you’d be too drunk to notice it.

His head fell between his shoulders as he gripped the countertop to still himself. Whatever, it’s fine, he was there and you were safe. Thank God he was there, would that guy tried to have taken you home and taken advantage you? Just the thought alone threatened his composure. He’d never let anyone hurt you.

His anger had subsided enough that he was able to portray the caring boyfriend act again, even if you were just friends. This was his favorite role to play and you rarely let him do it. Usually you were so hard headed and stubborn so he never gets the chance to care for you. The rare cases are when you’re drunk, heart broken, scared, or sleepy.

Once his act was together he retreated to your bedroom knocking twice before the okay to enter. You were giggling at yourself as you crashed onto the bed tripping over your own feet. You sat up on your elbows as Jungkook came in with the glass of water for you and some hangover drink mix. He opened it in front of you and stirred with a straw before bringing it to you. You were laying down again arms giving out and making you stare up at the ceiling. The ceiling light making your eyes burn and squint until shade blocked your view and forced you to notice him. He stood directly over you, face calm and charming, “Why don’t you go ahead and drink this before you throw up?”

His tone was authoritative yet nurturing as you nodded sitting up and taking the glass from him. You watched him throw the wrapper away before pulling on your covers. With a moment to actually stay still you took in your surroundings and the time displayed on your phone screen as it lit up with a message.

Eyebrows drawing together I’m concern you turned to him abruptly ignoring the head spin for a moment, “It’s late.”

“Yeah,” he didn’t seem bothered as he ushered you to swing your legs back onto the bed so he could tuck them under the covers. You allowed him without thinking as you spoke again, “You’ve got to work early tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he took the glass from your hands and sighed, “I’ll leave in a sec.”

“No!” You blurted out still a little out of it unaware of how loud you sounded, “Just sleep here. There’s extra clothes of yours in the closet.”

He pretended to think it over nodding his head and making a move to leave again when you tugged his arm back. He hid the smile threatening to show as he asked, “What now?”

“Lay with me.” Just like that he was shedding his shirt off slipping into the empty side next to you like it had his name on it and he was pulling you closer in the name of sleepiness.

And as he basked in the scent of your lavender vanilla shampoo he smiled into your because this felt right. No, this was right. This is where you belonged in his arms and safe from everyone else. This is what he dreamt of.

By morning you had practically forgotten he was over until you came out of your cave and found painkillers sitting on your table with a small note from Jungkook saying you’d probably need them. He was right, you did. After you took them you finally washed the stench of alcohol away and hung around your place bored out of your mind.

You didn’t work today but most of your friends did. Your friends Jina and Sungha’s shifts started at noon so they’d be off late. Jungkook worked till five, Taehyung till seven. It was 1pm already and the earliest you’d get to see anyone was five so you went for it and texted him.

you: conjuring marathon tonight?

He wiped the car oil off his forehead, sweat trickling down his neck as he leaned against a red mustang. Taehyung was under the hood, hand stretched out for a wrench that never came forcing him up, “Dude!”

“One sec,” he mumbled quickly typing a response back to you and immediately seeing the bubbles of your response forming. Taehyung could wait.

jungkook: depends, my place or yours?

you: I guess I could go to youuuuu

Biting back a smile he checked the time, four more hours to go. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Let me guess… it’s your bestest friend in the entire world, Y/n!”

“The one and only,” Jungkook tossed him the wrench and Taehyung chuckled, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were dating. What will you do when she gets another boyfriend?”

His jaw locked, fists tightening the whit rag in his hands making his friend roar with laughter, “Geez, freak much? You look like you’d murder whoever even tried it.”

He forced himself to laugh along his friend brushing it off with a shake of his head before getting back to work.

In the back of his mind though he thought about what would happen if you introduced another guy to him. You needed to get it through your thick skull that you didn’t need anyone else but him. Every boyfriend you’ve had since high school has broken your heart and yet you still fell for someone each time. Paint you romantic, or naive.

It was freshman year when he saw you for the first time. He was a grade older than you but beat you by two years in age. And he had girlfriends then, tons of em but none had left him quite as mesmerized as you. It wasn’t until your own second year when you shared electives did he get a chance to talk to you. In fact it’d been you who approached him ignoring the states from all his friends around him and it left butterflies in his stomach.

“This is my new seat,” you’d told him pointing to the spot where all of his things had been. His friends had laughed at you for a reason he could never understand and without a single word he was scooting his things aside to let you in. It was one of those classes he never cared for, until you came along. Then he was attending every lesson and acing every test to impress you until you asked him to tutor you.

From there on your friendship bloomed and it didn’t take him long to see he was just a friend. When you told him you’d be going on a date with Kim Jisoo he’d been over at your place looking through your vinyls. His hand had frozen as he cooled his growing temper that brought him to ask if you were ready to go on a date with him. He sat back and watched you date this guy for three months before he cheated on you with a senior and you were hiding from Jungkook so he wouldn’t see you crying.

It made him realize how weak you really were. How easily these boys got to you and how you ran to him for comfort. It also made it easy for him to intimidate every boyfriend you had after that enough for them to leave you high and dry searching for him to make it feel all better.

He loved you…

But he decide he’ll wait. He won’t confess or let it on until you were ready to reciprocate it. He knew the second you’d show him you wanted him to he wouldn’t hold himself back. And right now he thinks you two were close to it considering how often you’ve tried to see him lately.

So he gladly went to his apartment after work letting you know you could come over whenever while he showered and did what he could to look good for you. By the time he was done doing his hair in a way that would look casual her done up you were already pushing the button to come up. He let you through and shortly after you stood before him holding a box of pizza and a bag of Soju bottles.

“You’re late,” he couldn’t stop himself from saying it to the things from you as you took your shoes off. He didn’t miss the way you rolled your eyes when you spoke, “Can’t be late when we never set a time.”

You had him there and he didn’t like it so he pressed for an issue, “You said you’d come over right away once I told you I was home and it’s a twenty minute ride to my place, added stopping for drinks and pizza would only be an extra fifteen since they’re right around the corner. It’s been over an hour since I got home an—“

“And it’s not that big of a deal,” you chuckled brushing him off. He could feel anger rise within that he had to quickly push back clearing his throat as he searched for plates and dressing. This is one thing that’ll change when you two become official. You won’t keep brushing him off when something’s upset, big or small.

So the afternoon went on like normal, some horror movies and pizza, and daring each other to drink more and more. His arm thrown lazily around your shoulders but keeping you close with intent. The room was radiating in buzz, you both were tipsy enough to get comfortable around each other and this is what he loved.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, nose brushing along his neck and he knew what was going on now. This was what you did. You’d get drunk, get clingy and touchy, make out with anyone around boy or girl or other, and be a laughing mess. Luckily he would always manage to swoop in before your lips would touch another’s and he’d gladly take your drunk affections time after time. “Kook,” your words were already slurred like he’d expected them to be.

Still, he lifted a brow in question as he pulled you closer to him already anticipating what would come next. You giggled as you pressed your forehead against his cheek struggling to stay up. You could handle your liquor to a certain point but your motto was always ‘I drink to get fucked up’ so this wasn’t strange behavior at all. It’d be easier to convince you to sleep in his arms anyway. You searched his face as his warm embrace heightened your feelings, “You’re my best friend. Did you know that?”

He chuckled dryly. Right. Best friend, that was all. He nodded his head never the less, “And you’re mine.”

Unable to wait any longer for the drinks to push you to kiss whoever was around he spoke, “Wanna make out?”

And just like that his hand was tucked under your jaw, fingers knotted in your hair pulling you toward him to deepen the little kiss you’d given him. He swears he could never get tired of this. This feeling that course through his body like electric currents every time you were involved and he would slowly melt away into nothing just for you. And no matter how many girls he ran through chasing the same feeling only you had ever given him he was never satisfied. He would never be satisfied with anyone but you and it didn’t take him long to note that.

Even when you tried to pull away feeling too drawn into him to still be a friendly kiss he kept you close, “Just a little more.” Of course he was drunk too though he couldn’t put all the blame on Soju when your entire existence left him dizzy. And before anyone tries to say he’s too scared to confess that’s not true. He confessed once in high school when he was a third year and you were a second. He’d asked you out on a date but you’d brushed him off completely thinking he was just joking. You said he was your friend and that unfortunately you didn’t feel anything for him and you’d hate for things to get awkward between you. He promised he’d wait until you were ready even when you doubted it. So to remain close to you he forced himself to see other girls so you wouldn’t think his growing obsession for you was something to worry about.

You don’t remember when the pizza box had been pushed off his bed but it was during your kiss that was for sure. If you were a little more sober you would’ve ended it there and said it was fun but because you were tipsy you didn’t think much on your actions.

It’s not long before you find yourself laying on his chest, legs laced with his, unable to keep your hands off each other, stealing kiss after kiss. His hands were around your waist interlocked on the expanse of your lower back keeping you trapped against him. This is what he’d been waiting for, for you to realize your love for him had venture past that of a friend.

Jungkook’s tongue traces against your lower lip as his hands wander from your hips to your ass. His calloused fingers dig in and squeeze your soft flesh, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. Still in shock by his actions your mouth slipped open with a gasp. He takes the opportunity to lip his tongue inside your mouth, grabbing onto your ass cheek harder when you start grinding against his leg, riding his thigh without thinking about it.

His strong grip stops your movements against him and he pulls his tongue from your mouth, pulling away from your lips, panting for breath. A whine leaves you at the loss of contact on your lips and now dripping core. The alcohol clouding your mind enough to ignore the warning signs telling you that he was supposed to be your friend.

Jungkook grins in triumph having seen you equally affected as him, showing his hungry eyes. “Want to stop?” He asks, tracing his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps along your skin until he’s at your knee, slowly moving it off of him. If you were more sober you’d be saying yes even if you didn’t want to and for that he was thankful that you drank tonight. Drunk words are sober thoughts, and in this case actions were too.

“Jungkook, I—.” You say through heavy breaths unable to remember what you were even going to say when he kissing along your neck forcing the words away. This is the farthest you two had ever gone. The most you’d done were little drunk kisses here and there at random parties that didn’t mean anything, to you at least.

Before you can register what’s happening Jungkook moves you onto your back below him, encaging you between his toned, veiny arms like a predator and its prey as his muscular body hovers over you. You look up at him through half lidded, lust filled eyes has Jungkook falling more in love with you and your beauty. Finally, he can have you. You said it yourself, you loved him. That was the confirmation he’d needed.

He leans down, smashing his lips against yours, bringing a hand down your side taking in every soft curve of your body remembering every stretch mark or muscle. He paws at the hem of your shirt, slowly wiggling it up your torso. He tosses it to the side once it’s off of you and leans back on his knees, pulling off his own shirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he admires you up and down lifting your back enough for his hands to play with the clasp of your bra until it was off. His eyes followed the slip of your bra off your shoulders, mouth watering at the sight of your exposed breasts. He leans back down over you, one hand on the side of your head, the other traveling up your bare leg, past your shorts. His fingers stopping at the bottom of your breast before coming up to pinch your hardened nipple. You hadn’t said anything yet just marveling in his touch, you haven’t had sex since your ex who disappeared off the face of the earth after ghosting you. You didn’t realize how much your body had been craving physical contact.

His mouth finds your neck, suckling at the soft skin gentle at first. Once he’s at your collarbone his mouth becomes fiery, sucking harsher, teeth nipping at the bruising skin with every swallow you take. Your hands tangle in his hair as he marks down your chest and stomach, leaving red and purple bruises and the cold string of salvia in his wake. You didn’t even think about the marks he was leaving, claiming you as his for others to see. Every mark he left on you he hoped you’d mirror onto him.

Your back arches with every bruise he leaves and every grip of his hand on your body. He smirks against your skin as he hovers above the waist of your shorts, teasingly kissing just above the fabric, “Do you love me?”

You whine his name in need, wanting him to tend to the heat between your legs that you’d say anything without thinking of the consequences. He was your best friend, of course a part of you loved him and right now you’d tell him anything to keep touching you, “Yes.”

He growls at that, eyes darkening as he pulled you into a heady kiss. He wants to make you feel good, wants to see you a beautiful mess under him and he can’t wait a moment longer. The final words of confirmation proving that you’re his, that you’ll always to be his, has his cock throbbing in his pants.

His finger loops under the band of your shorts and underwear, sliding them down your legs all together. His lust blown eyes stare in awe at your glistening folds. This was it. He was going to have you now and he wasn’t even going to need any foreplay. He needed you and now that he has you he’s not letting go. There will be a chance to pleasure you with his tongue another day. Not taking his eyes off of your wet folds, he undoes his own pants; watching your every move as his huge, veiny cock springs from it’s confinements, slapping against the line running from his belly button to the base of his cock.

“Jungkook, pl—“ you bit into your bottom lip hips stuttering when he pushed you down with firm hands. You needed him inside you but he only cocked his head to the side feigning regret, “I, uh, I don’t have any… uh, yknow.” It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. You looked over at his nightstand threatening to look for yourself if he really didn’t have any but that wouldn’t change the outcome. At the end of the day you just needed him inside you.

Needy hands reach out for him, he scoots closer to you on his knees, lifting your hips as he positions himself. He takes his cock in his hands, eyes locked on yours as he began a slow teasing pace pumping himself a few times. His other hand coming to your folds, running up and down along your slick, fingertips just barely brushing your clit before moving away again, making lewd noises.

Never taking his eyes off your core he licked his lips, “So wet and I’ve barely touched you.” With a final stroke down your cunt, one thick finger plunges into your tight hole, sliding in effortlessly. His lips parted further taking in the sight of your head falling back with a moan.

“Ah! Kookie..” You throw your head back into the pillow, fingers gripping onto the sheets at your side when he slides another finger in pumping them with ease, stretching you out nicely. He’s still going to have a little fun though, driving his finger in and out of you, curling them into your swollen walls, hitting the perfect spot that has your orgasm building quickly. Your hand searched the sheets finding his and digging your nails into his wrist for anchor.

He pulls his fingers from you, releasing his hard dick and leaning over you once more, he’d been jerking still. His fingers covered in your slick trailed along the curve of your lips.

“Suck,” he instructs, pushing his fingers into your mouth. His eyes nearly roll as your mouth constricted against his digits sliding your tongue between them. He groans when your tongue wraps around his fingers, sucking your own juices clean off his fingers. “Good girl,” he praises, removing his fingers from your mouth with a press of his thumb against your cheek to push off of. With his hand still on your face he held your chin bringing your face closer as he crouched over you.

He rubs his flushed tip up and down your dripping pussy before lining himself up with your hole, pushing in slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his size. With his hold on your chin you had no choice but look him in the eye through every inch. You can feel each vein scraping against your walls as he fills you completely.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight,” he says as he rocks his hips in and out of you slowly, pulling you up harshly to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It didn’t end until his pulled away, looked down at your parted lips and gather a glob of saliva from the back of his throat and spit into your mouth. He went in again with a deepened kiss feeling you swallow around his tongue and pushed into your cunt more roughly.

You see? You are so good for him. You let him feel you up, choke you with his fingers, spit in your mouth, and fuck you raw? You were meant for him and he was meant for you. He knew waiting until you said you loved him would be worth it.

You never imagined Jungkook to be so… not vanilla considering how caring he was toward you. But to be fair you have never thought of him like this and your drunken mind was only forcing these thoughts to rise. You buck your hips up purposely but Jungkook isn’t having any of it, he pushes into you harder, leans his body into you harder—holding your legs up suddenly closer towards your chest. The change allows him to pound into you at a new angle. 

“Ngh..” You whine between his thrusts.. “You feel so good, I lov—….”

His hips stop moving and he looks you seriously in the eyes. “Love?”

You nod madly, grabbing onto his face and kissing him again, “I love it. Love the way you fuck me.”

Jungkook pulls away quickly, pulling out of you with a shudder. His brows had deepened with disappointment even if his dick twitched at that. He needed to hear you say you loved him again. It angered him, you needed to say it again and he would do anything to hear it. So effortlessly and casually he turns you on stomach. His hands grip onto your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls your ass up with force. Your gasp was muffled when your face was pressed into the sheets.

You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your pussy once more, his hands pulling your hips back until he’s balls deep in your tight cunt. “Fuck… feels so good baby..” he groans, pulling your hips forward and snapping right back, your walls burning pleasantly at the stretch.

He takes full control, keeping your hip in place with one hand as he thrust in and out of you mercilessly, the sound of his balls slapping against your folds and your moans filling the room. His free hand travels down the middle of your back, tangling into the strands of your hair and pulling at the roots.

A choked cry of his name comes from your throat, your vision going blurry as he fucks you, praising you for taking him so well. Your walls contracting more around him every-time he threatens to pull more tightly in your hair. He loves the sounds of your moans and cries as you take him like the perfect baby you are, he can’t wait to fuck you like this so many more times.

His hips still and he pulls out of your pussy slowly before being them back down harshly. Your hair fell out of his grasp over your fallen shoulders giving him a view of your back. His eyes followed the movements of your shoulder blades when your head dropped down moaning, it was almost hypnotizing the way your muscle and bones matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Fuck! I’m gonna—“ Your hips pushed back against his as much as they could grounding him inside you. It took everything in him not to release with your tight walls breeding your with his seed. His nails dug into your ass cheeks stilling you from moving and when your high spilled all over his cock he pulled out. Hand jerking his member off before letting a low growl escape with a final stroke, painting your back with his creamy release.

You’d legs gave out around him and he was collapsing onto your back sliding off and staring at the ceiling.

It took you a minute or three to catch your breath and turn onto your back. His hand came up pushed the stray piece of hair out of your eye and smiled at you so lovingly, “I lo—“

He jumped up, your body flinging over the side of the bed, sounds of gurgling filling the room as all the alcohol in your system had finally bubbles over from your actions and spilled all over his wooden floors.

By morning he swears he dreamt of you, his cheeks hurt from smiling and when he rolled over to take you in his arms again he froze. He jolted awake rubbing at his sleepy eyes as he searched around for you. Something was wrong, he listened for the sound of a shower or pans but nothing. He’s confused, where did you go?

He remembers helping you wash up after the incident and sleeping with you in his arms. Why did he wake up alone? Still, despite how saddened he was to be alone he fell back into bed with the brightest smile he’s ever had. He convinced himself you had to work early and that you’ll text him later on.

So he waited, he went to work and waited. You never texted him. That was fine. Maybe you had a busy day? You probably were tired and hungover so really he should be asking you if you’re okay. Still, he couldn’t scare you by how committed he was to your relationship already and didn’t text you either.

By the second day he thought maybe you were embarrassed? Embarrassed that you threw up on his floors but he couldn’t say why. He’s held your hair for you after a night of partying numerous times. Maybe it was because you’d just been intimate? But now that you were together you should know now more than ever that he will never do anything to cause you harm. He gained up the courage to text you that.

jungkook: hey

jungkook: I just wanted to see if u were busy?

jungkook: we haven’t spoken in two days and I want to see u

He waited for like an eternity when in reality it has been five minutes. Your text was short, passive and not at all what he was hoping for. You should be jumping at the fact that he wanted to see you.

you: srry I’ve been busy

you: I’m not feeling too good, so maybe we can meet another time?

So he waited. Because as much as he wanted to see if you were okay and just be around you he couldn’t, not her anyway. You’ve barely confessed your love for him, he couldn’t express himself fully until he was certain of your love for him.

By the fourth day he could clearly see you were avoiding him. Well, to be honest, he’d stopped by your work yesterday and found you there smiling and laughing along your coworkers. Not looking sick or busy at all. He’d ducked by some exiting customers and disappeared with them.

When he’d had enough of it he came knocking on your door unannounced. You’d asked who it was and he’d calmly say, “Jungkook.”

Oh. You bit into your bottom lip you opened the door with a forced smile as you let him through, “Hey, sorry I’ve been meaning to call you.”

He mimicked your tight smile as he looked around your apartment, “That’s fine, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Want to watch a movie or something since I’m here?”

Your mouth opened to sputter out some excuse but none came. You were acting weird, you knew it. He was making his way to the couch, plopping down and taking the control. His arm stretched over the back of the couch waiting for you to climb into his side but you hesitated. He looked over to you studying the expression you wore and the way you kept a distance from him and immediately he was alert. Why weren’t you coming to him?

“Hey,” he called to you seeking to snap you out of a frozen state, “Come here.”

He watched the hesitant steps you took toward him leaving space between you two on the couch. He reached out for you and pulled you into his arms feeling you stiffen. His jaw became tense as he looked down at you, “What’s wrong? Be honest with me.”

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat looking up at him and trying to comfortably snuggle into his side. He smiled planting a soft kiss on your forehead leaving his lips there for a moment longer than necessary. You flinched at the touch and he took a deep breath moving away from you, “Y/n, something is wrong and I want you to tell me what.”

“Sorry, I just, we…” you stopped, took a deep breath and continued, “I just want to make sure we are on the same page.”

“Which is?”

“That whatever happened the other night was a mistake.”

“What?” He asked, light scoff leaving his lips as he turned to face you, “A mistake? How was that a mistake? You said you loved me.”

“Jungkook, I was drunk, look we are friends, it’s better that we stay that way.” You avoided looking at him, eyes casting everywhere but on him and it was scaring him. He wanted to grab your face and force you to look him in the eyes when you said that.

He couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth in hastiness , “Why? I love you Y/n. I’ve loved you since we first met how can you say that what happened the other night was a mistake?”

“Jungko—“ you froze when he clung to your arm suddenly pulling you into him. You winced as your skin itched under his fingernails as they dug into your arm.

“If you’re embarrassed that you threw up you should know already that I don’t care. I love you too much to let little things lik—“

“I think you should go.”

“What?”

“I think we just need a break from each other.”

He felt off. His heart was racing and suddenly he was out of breath. This is not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to come over, ask to be official and that’d be the end of it. You’re confused, that’s all and he needed to tell you so. He opened his mouth to speak feeling all his emotions raise to the surface. One look at your face and he was struggling to breathe through his nose. Okay. It’s fine. He’s fine. You just needed some time to get used to being with him. He wasn’t worried, he’d asked if you loved him and you had said yes. There was no doubt in his mind you two belonged together so he just had to wait for you to see that.

Even though he’s been waiting for years. Letting out an exasperated sigh he nodded his head raising too his feet, “O-okay.” He couldn’t get his voice to remain neutral as it cracked. He went to the door scared that if he said anything else he’d fall to his knees and beg you to rethink what you were saying.

You hadn’t intended on being so cold to Jungkook. It’s been days since you last saw each other and you felt guilty for it. He was your best friend, had been since you were 16 and you can’t imagine losing him. He more than anyone should understand how shitty your love life has been.

Every boy you ever talked to or bad a crush on would suddenly ghost you or do something to hurt you. They’d break up with you out of the blue over text or cheat on you with some random. He should know how you felt about relationships considering he was always the one to pick up your broken pieces. You’ve already let the idea simmer in your mind that your love life was doomed.

You loved Jungkook, seriously, you did. He was perfect and kind to you. He was caring and loving and you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve his affection because you know that some day you’ll lose it so you can’t risk it. You’ve had too many shitty relationships to drag Jungkook into it. You were scared that if you did go out with him something would force you two apart like it had happened with everyone else. As friends you didn’t have to worry about breaking up or getting hurt. It was for the best.

Though of course you had no clue Jungkook was the one behind your failed relationships. He’d never let you know that. How else was he supposed to keep boys at bay in high school if it wasn’t for a little blackmail? Jungkook had always been intimidating even in high school where he’d gather some friends to roughhouse whichever boy you had a thing for into confessing what they’d want with you. Too scared to deal with Jungkook if they hurt you they left before anything serious could brew.

It got harder when you weren’t in high school anymore. He didn’t know the guys who’d come up to you but he’d spend hours stalking their social mesías until he found some dirt on them. One time though he couldn’t help but want to wipe off Cho Jisoo’s smug look as he talked about sleeping with you at a club once. Talked about how easy you were and Jungkook drew him into the alley where he easily got him scared again to never want to see you again.

Of course you’d never know everything he did to keep you safe from all these unworthy men.

And yet you still put a wall between you even after he made love to you. And you expected him to be okay with it? Fine. He’ll show you how okay he could be with being just friends.

The next weekend you were bored at home with nothing to do. You missed Jungkook but you weren’t sure if you should see him. Would he say you were leading him on? He probably wouldn’t want to see you anyway.

On Saturday you received a text, surprise had been clear on your face as you read over it.

taehyung: party at my place tonight

taehyung: pls come. I haven’t seen u in forever

you: idk maybe

you: is jungkook going?

taehyung: duh

So that’s how you found yourself at the party doing everything in your power to avoid Jungkook. You knew it wasn’t fair to him but surely he’d understand. Your past failed relationships have traumatized you too much to try and fall for someone again. Especially if that someone was your best friend who you trusted more than anyone. You couldn’t stand the thought of something happening between you two and never seeing him again.

And Jungkook watched as you moved around Taehyung’s apartment going everywhere but to him and it drove him insane. There was no way you could actually believe he’d let you avoid him. You were being stubborn. Stupid. Did you think you could avoid him and he wouldn’t come find you? He forced a light, airy smile on his face as he chugged the last of his drink and went in search of you.

“There you are!” Your breath had caught in your throat when his arm wrapped around your waist, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, Joon is looking for someone to play him in Beer Pong.”

“Jung—“ “What?” He looked back at you, your serious expression that had him chuckling, “Come on Y/n, we’re friends aren’t we? Or did that change?”

No. No of course not. You would never not be friends with Jungkook. You forced a smile on your face nodding your head, “We better not lose.”

“Have we ever?” He took your hand in his.

It went on like this for a while. The weight that had been on your shoulders was lifting with every laugh Jungkook drew out of you. You had forgotten how awkward you felt around him. Forgotten how much pleasure he’d given you all for the sake of remaining friends. You can see now that it won’t be hard. You’ll both fall back into your normal routines of hanging out and the one night you fucked would be surely forgotten. Maybe down the road you’d even laugh about it and wonder what drew you both to cave that one night.

Jungkook raised a shot for you, and in true bestie fashion you linked arms and downed them together. His eyes searched yours for any sign of what you were thinking, anything that could tell him how you felt but there was nothing there. In the end you two drank… and drank… and drank.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Jungkook had slurred a little on his words when he’d led you out the door. You could’ve told him no, that neither one of you should drive but your head was spinning too much to say it out loud. You buckled yourself into his front seat as he turned the car on letting the engine run for a moment as he looked over to you with heavy lidded eyes.

His hand was in your hair combing his fingers through your locks and pushing it back, “I missed you.”

You smiled at that even if all you’d wanted was to avoid him earlier now that you were with him you were happy. You missed him too though you weren’t sure if your sober self would think it were the same reasons. Right now you missed his warmth, the sparkle in his eyes when he spoke to you, and fuck did you miss his lips.

As if he could read your thoughts like his own the hand in your hair had moved to the back of your neck. He was pulling you into him as your lips brushed against each other and your eyes threatened to fall shut but suddenly you were pushing him back. His brows furrowed in confusion, or anger you couldn’t quite tell because he masked it so well.

“What?” He made his voice sound light and airy, forcing himself to act like it didn’t hurt when you rejected him, “You used to love kissing when you’re drunk.”

It’s true. You’d always been a serial drunk kisser with anyone and everyone, Jungkook always your favorite. But that was then. Before you knew what his dock felt inside your tight walls. That’s not something you should know about a close friend. “Yeah bu-“

“But what?” He wanted to hear you say it. Hear you say why you rejected him. He needed to know.

“But that was before…”

“Before what? Before we fucked?” His brazen tone had caught you off guard, almost frightening you by the change in tone he’d used, “Y/n you already said to forget it so it’s forgotten… unless of course you don’t want t—“

“Things are different now Kook, you know that,” you told him turning to face him, “I don’t want to risk losing you as a friend.”

He ran his hand over your face, under your chin forcing you to look at him, “You’d never lose me even if you tried.”

The look of determination in his eye should’ve been enough for you but it wasn’t. He forced himself to keep going, to try and get you to understand, “I love you Y/n. I love you more than anyone else in this world but you don’t see that. So if you want me be your friend, that’s fine, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep it up if you push me away.”

“I want to go home.”

There it was again. Your failure to understand him and what he wanted. It was always you. Always what you wanted. Who you wanted. Never him. He was tired of it, his patience was running thin and you didn’t even realize it. With a shaky sigh he nodded his head forcing himself to take the car off park and drive away.

You didn’t talk to him during the ride. You couldn’t. You knew what he was saying but you couldn’t lose him. Did he ever imagine how much pain you’ve gone through? How much heart break, every single big you’ve ever liked hurting you? Did he ever think about how scary it’d be for you to fall for someone again?

You tried to waved him off when he stopped in front of your place but he no longer cared. You hadn’t even made it to the entrance of your building before hearing his door slam shut and footsteps approaching. “Jungkook I just need a minute to myse—“

“I don’t care,” he was harsh on hen he grabbed your arm leading you to your apartment, “I’ve done nothing but be patient with you and you can’t even let me know why I’m not each for you?”

You let him follow you inside slamming your door once again as he kicked off his shoes and hoodie following you further inside.

“I tell you I love you and you brush me off like I’m nothing,” he said as you covered your face with your hands, “Just like you did in high school too.”

You didn’t say anything and that only seemed to anger him more. He scoffed running his fingers through her black hair as he paced your apartment trying to calm himself down before he scared you. He couldn’t. You’ve driven him to a point of anger all because you continued to be blind to what was good for you. Who was good for you. “Tell me,” he reached for your arm pulling you back into you and your hands pushed against his chest.

“J-Jungkoook,” you squeaked out, wincing from the dig in your bicep. “What are you doing?”

“Tell me why I’m not good enough for you, why my love isn’t good enough for you,” he said above you, voice deep and menacing. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

This wasn’t like him, not at all. Jungkook was always gentle with you, loving and soft. He wasn’t rough or mean and he never forced you to do anything. You loved him. You did. But you loved him too much to lose him and it’s clear your love life was cursed so you couldn’t lose him like that.

“I love you,” your whisper was scared, stuttering and yet he still caught every word spoken, “But I can’t be with you Jungkook. I love you too much to lose y—“

“You’d never lose me.”

“You don’t know that,” you shook your head refusing to believe anything he says, “You’ll leave. They always do. If you and I don’t work out who is going to pick up all of my broken pieces of not you?”

“So that’s it then?” He scoffed releasing your arm as he went back to pacing, thinking, “You don’t want to lose your emotional punching bag? That’s all I am isn’t it? You can’t love me because you need me to make you feel better? What about what I want?”

“Jung—“

“Well?”

You were crying. He hated seeing you cry but not right now. Not when he was so angry that you have minimized him as nothing but your emotional support. Not a man in love with you.

“No! No, I don’t see you that way,” you cried grabbing his arm. He stopped moving, felt you dig your face into his chest and cried, “You are the only man who has ever loved me for me. I just don’t want to lose you.”

He hid a smile as you cling to him wrapping his arm around your waist, “Exactly. I’m the only man who has ever loved you and yet you push me away like my own feelings don’t matter. You say you love me but I don’t believe it. If you did, you wouldn’t be hurting me this way.”

“I love you, I do,” you confessed to him finally, “But I’m scared.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, “I know that all the men you’ve dated in the past have done nothing but hurt you.”

Of course he knew. He’s the reason they did it. But still, he covered you in false comfort, “But I would never do that to you. Don’t you see that you’re the one hurting me? Do I deserve the same pain that all your past lovers have given you? Don’t I deserve a chance? You’ve hurt me too.”

You shook your head, no longer dizzy with alcohol but shame. Had you really hurt him?

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head again as if it’d push every negative thought away, “I’m sorry, okay? I love you, I really do. How can I show you?”

His hand was brushing a wet teardrop across your lips, and you could taste the saltiness. Your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him waiting for an answer. He looked down at you, so pretty even when broken. How could he ever love anyone but you? He pushed the tip of his thumb into your mouth, humming pleasantly when you gave them a tentative suck. If this is what he wanted to prove to him that you loved him you wouldn’t deny him any longer. You’d rather lose him knowing you tried to be with him than never to have even tried. You realize that now.

“I don’t know,” The previous hints of gentleness left his eyes, now drained of anything resembling sympathy. Replacing it was an all too recognizable look of hunger, and dominating want. “You have to find that out yourself, my darling.”

You cursed yourself, it was all just...too hard to keep yourself from submitting to him. He had this awful power over you, over your mind and body and maybe he’d always had. He’s never kept his love for you a secret and yet you always failed to notice. You were done. Done acting like you didn’t want him too even if it’d put your friendship in jeopardy. And whether it was out of exhaustion, or that distant yearning, you decided you wanted to give him what you both craved.

With a low groan, Jungkook tilted your chin upwards, using his thumb to peel your mouth open. He sucked in a small breath when you pressed yourself flush against him. Breasts pushed against his chest and a look of feigned innocence in your eyes, “I want you Jungkook, please, I’ve been blind but now I see.”

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, and even as abrupt as that way you obliged. Giving in to him. Submitting to him. He looked down at you through lust blown eyes at the sight before him. He’d imagined this before, but never had he seen it. Not even the last time you touched, he’d been to hungry to ask for anything more than the tightness of your walls around his cock.

So he was tearing his belt off, nearly ripping off the buttons of his black denim jeans as he whipped out his half hard cock. Seeing you cry and beg for him had worked him up more than he’d like to admit. His hand left your hair finally even holding after you’d dropped to your knees but that was before you agreed to give yourself to him again.

He stuck his hand out and when you placed yours inside it he led it straight to where he needed you the most. He took the lead, hand over hand squeezing his teasingly before dipping your fingers below the waistband and pulling it out entirely letting his briefs hit the floor alongside his pants.

You noticed his thighs stiffen as you did so, and you kissed them lightly while stroking his length.

His grip in your hair tightened, but it didn’t stop you from pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses to the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue ever-so-slightly to collect the small pearly bead of precum. Jungkook’s face gave nothing away other the furrow of his brows at your teasing, “Good girl, go on.”

He didn’t bother to hide the groan that had bubbled up to his throat so suddenly. He allowed himself to peer down at you, watching as you bobbed your head on his cock, looking up at him with doe eyes all the while. He released a low moan, and his cock hardened impossibly further in your mouth. You dragged your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, bringing your hand up to gently cup his balls, massaging them as you brought your head back up until just the tip was left in your mouth.

He was in ecstasy, always fantasizing about this moment and now it was here. He was going to have you. “You’re perfect,” he’d bucked his hips into your mouth hoping for more, you ghosted your fingers over his length, trailing along the thick veins that you hadn’t noticed before.

You were taking your time sucking on the head of his cock, flicking your tongue between his slit and going no further than just below the tip when he forced your head down, forcing you take him entirely. It was okay. You wanted to show him how much you loved him anyway, thought as involuntary tears started to bead at your lashline, blurring your vision, so you shut your eyes tightly, causing the salty tears to flow down your cheeks.

Your face was wet with saliva and tears, and you’d barely even noticed when he came, salty hot cum shooting into the back of your throat as he held your face close to his hips, keeping your mouth full of his cock until you sucked him dry of every last drop of cum.

“That’s a g-good girl, take it all,” Jungkook had moaned as he eased you off his cock, still half hard and wanting for you. You swallowed around him forcing yourself to breathe solely through your nose. He softened in your mouth, but you could still feel the imprint of his dick in your throat, the bruising he’d left behind.

yanking you by your hair, he pulled you off his cock and angled your head up to look at him.

“I believe you,” he cooed darkly. “I believe that you love me now.”

And yet you wanted to continue to prove it to him for however many nights he allowed you to.

::.

soooo I know it didn’t end with full bang smut but oh well

that’s kinda the point tho

that Jk finally cracked Y/n enough to fall for him and let him manipulate her idkkkk maybe it’s just me

when tae was picking his teammates and said he needed someone with a brain and he picked seokjin and jin himself went “you pick me for a brain?” and everyone started laughing and asking why and then jin himself said tae must have only picked him because of his luck. and that’s when i just sat back on my chair and laughed because yes kim seokjin the man with brains who was the only one who figured taehyung out back in that village ep and no one believed him although he had been right all the time. yes, kim seokjin the man who solved pretty much everything out for his team in that one escape room back then, and the one who in that sauna guessing game beat namjoon and got out of there before him when everyone outside had thought it was joon the one getting out during the first 30 seconds. kim seokjin the man who understood “carbonara” out of jimin’s iconic “lagimolala” along with guessing the right answer out of all the other members’ nonsenses as well. kim seokjin the man who on ep 80 had three different strategies to win the game and he ended up fooling everyone and then just amusedly sat back as they were announcing the scores and let them all believe they had won at some point, only to later be announced as the winner like he already knew he was. yes, kim seokjin genius. kim seokjin the man not only with the winning name but also with the goddamn brains. appreciate him. thank him. make sure to get him in your team, you clowns.

Ho-Ho-Home

❄ pairing: neighbor!jimin x f. reader

❄ genre: childhood friends to strangers to lovers, angst, smut [18+]

❄ wc: 15.5k (idk how that happened)

❄ summary: Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

❄ warnings: cursing, Jimin calls you doll (a lot!), the reader is jealous of jimin, one-sided rivalry, jimin and oc were childhood friends (somewhat) but she’s forgotten about him, meddling from oc’s mom, neglectful parents (Jimin’s), making out, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching, hair pulling, hand job, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play

❄ date: December 24, 2021

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