↳ alternative title: ‘til death do us part? i’d rather die than be with you.
⇒ summary: jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.
and then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.
⇒ enemies to lovers!au, wedding!au
⇒ pairing: jungkook x female reader (and some side yoonseok)
⇒ word count: 28k of self-indulgent banter
⇒ genre: fluff, light smut, light angst
⇒ warnings: alcohol consumption and too many clichés
⇒ a/n: woo boy. i don’t want to make this a/n too long but i know it will be. first, this is the longest fic i have ever written, ever. second, thank you to all of the support i’ve gotten while writing the original fic and the revamp. it’s been a long 6 months, people. third, i am tagging: @jeonhoney, @wicdrop, @gukhopes, @workofteaguk, and @army-author for being so damn supportive while i was writing this, and @kitschkylo because u asked me to! fourth, this is way better than the original fic and thus makes me even more proud of it. i finished it, you guys. it’s here. also, @macfullyloaded17 made this Hecking Amazing playlist for this fic that you should 100% listen to while you read this, and shoutout to her.
⇒ DISCLAIMER: in no way is this a realistic portrayal of planning a wedding/getting married. if you’re planning a wedding, don’t rely on this fic to guide you. it’s just a bad idea.
⇢ summary: according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived.
⇢ warnings: angst, smut
🎵 song recommendation: something just like this by coldplay x the chainsmokers
a/n: finally something that isn’t pwp????? :”)
races through your veins and fills up your airway, causing your breathing to
double itself, chest heaving in an attempt to calm yourself down. No, this can’t be happening, you chant
to yourself over and over. The clock on your laptop is glaringly bright in the
near darkness of your room, and the numbers burn themselves into the back of
your eyelids. When you close your eyes, the uncomfortable stinging of your
contact lenses makes your eyes water and at this point they might as well be
tears of desperation.
not like you’ve never had writer’s block before, you reason with yourself. You
just have to start writing and edit along the way. Your own voice of reason is
drowned out by the anxiety that echoes all the possible consequences of not
acing this paper. It’s nearly 4 am and the essay you have so far in front of
you is not enough to get an A, you know it in your bones but you can’t come up
with anything better either. You could just submit this as it is, but anything
less than an A on this paper would pull you down from the cusp of that ever
elusive first class honours. And you can’t afford to graduate with anything
less than that. The very thought of it sends a fresh chill of panic that creeps
down your spine and jolts your fingers into a typing frenzy, spilling thoughts
and ideas onto your screen till you reach the end of the page.
when you read over what you’ve written, it doesn’t make sense at all, just
incoherent rambling sentences strung together into a never ending paragraph. In
frustration you shove your laptop away from you and push back your chair, reaching
for your keys and phone. Sneaking a peek at your roommate’s still form across
the room, you let yourself out of the room silently, feeling your tensed
shoulders relax immediately as the cool night air embraces you with open arms.
a little chilly to be out in just a long shirt and sleep shorts, but since
there’s no one awake to catch you dressed like this, it’s the least of your
concerns for now. The balcony that is attached to your room affords a little
privacy, and it’s one of the perks of occupying the corner room on this floor.
The tranquillity of the cold, autumn night directly contrasts with the millions
of theories and concepts running through your mind, and any attempts at
clearing your mind are failing pathetically. The residential halls are eerily
silent at this time of the night, and as you glance down over the protective
railings, you consider how easy it would be to just climb over, just one leg
over and then-
night?” You whirl around at the interruption of a raspy, gruff voice sounding
from behind you. Your eyes are met with a figure clothed in an oversized
sweatshirt and jeans, but it’s only when you squint in the darkness to survey
his face that you realise who he is.
⚬ warnings⇁dom!yoongi, submissive!reader, verbal humiliation, spanking, roleplay, rough sex, cum play, dirty talk, this is porn ok and everything is consensual
word count⇁10.9k pwp
[money shot] in a pornographic movie, refers to the sequence in which the male actor ejaculates onto his partner’s body
“Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced—and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”
↳ or ; the author just really wanted to write a pornstar!au but got carried away;;
Warnings | Light smut, detailed thigh-riding, thirsty nsfw thoughts, alcohol consumption, swearing and a whole lot of hopeless pining and soft moments because it’s soft uwu hours 24/7
Word count | 18.1k
Summary | Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™.
Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.
The repeated squeaks of sneakers and harrowing smacks from the contact of palm against ball reverberate across the court, sounding awfully similar to the erratic thumping of your heartbeats, but they do nothing to drown out the thudding in your eardrums. Cowering meekly behind the door of your school’s daunting indoor sports hall, the perspiration on your palms is getting way out of hand and your legs almost threaten to take you back to your dorm, but the palpable, icy-cold air that greets you halts you in your tracks.
It wasn’t necessarily the pile of dishes or the trail of clothes that seemed to almost constantly hover around Jungkook like he was some annoying ass Avatar or something that got you so mad. It wasn’t the thick fragrance of his cologne or body wash that drifted through the open plan of your shared apartment every morning, or the smell of his musky sweat when he returned home from his evening jog, or from when he emerges from his room- having clearly just having a ‘fucking mind blowing’ wank. It wasn’t the soft melodies, or exciting electronic beats that flooded from his open window and into yours, nor his big and copious amounts of jackets and coats that made it nearly impossible to get your own fucking clothes from the rack next to the front door. Your frequent burning irritation had nothing to do with his presence, with the evidence of his existence in your apartment and life; it was with the man behind it all. It was with him. With fucking Jeon Jungkook. Ok, and maybe it was also for his fucking annoying baking habits. Did he really need to bring that shit home? Didn’t he get sick of it at work?
⇒ summary: when, due to inexplicable and total clumsiness, your reliable, talented ice dancing partner of five years breaks his leg right before the largest competition of your life, desperate times call for desperate measures. and for a brief, brief moment, you think that everything might actually end up not-that-shitty, until you find out that the aforementioned desperate measures go by the name of jeon jungkook.
⇒ figure skating!au, enemies to lovers!au
⇒ pairing: jungkook x female reader
⇒ word count: 22k (when will she (i) stop)
⇒ genre: fluff, very minor angst that probably shouldn’t even be listed
⇒ warnings: mentions of bruising + stuff from falling
⇒ a/n: i honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me. one day i’m finishing up a 28k jungkook enemies to lovers fic and suddenly two weeks later i have another 22k jungkook enemies to lovers fic on my hands. tagging @cinnaminsvga and @workofteaguk as a thanks for the support and my relentless screaming!
⇒ DISCLAIMER: i am not a professional figure skater and this does not accurately represent the lives of professional figure skaters. it’s a fic, for fuck’s sake. don’t take the logistics of it seriously.
➾ warnings: rough penetrative werewolf sex, knotting, mentions of lots of cum, breeding kink
➾ hello my friends!!! i wanted to keep up the tradition of gifting u all a jimin fic on my birthday, so i decided to speed write this :-) i can’t believe a year has passed by again, thank you all for your love and support!!!
➾ summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.
enjoy, darlings ❤️
heavy scent of blood and sex greets you immediately once you step into the
house, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste, tugging your black face mask back
over the lower half of your face. You should be more than used to this already,
having been associated with this particular pack of wolves ever since you
stumbled upon them a few years ago, but it never gets better.
⚬genre⇁smut, slight humor, drama || brother’s best friend!au
⚬ warnings⇁public indecency, dirty talk, a lot of teasing, jimin’s porn preferences, and boobs
⚬ word count⇁6.3k
The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.
alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??
pairing ~ college au!jungkook/reader warnings ~ exhibitionism? summary ~You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with. word count ~ 3.2k
+ Once the the train is tight enough, he senses that he can proceed inconspicuously. His hand drifts from your waist to the edge of your skirt, and you can feel the pads of his fingertips against your skin.
I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me.
Every time you see him, he sees you. Again and again you are stumped by one of life’s greatest obstacles: you can never really know what another person is thinking.
The year is almost over, you thought, and yet I have never spoken to this guy.
In the train station exactly five minutes away from your apartment, you see him every morning, without fail. You board the same ever crowded carriage, endure the thirty minute commute, then disembark at the same stop. Yet, no good morning, no hello, no subtle head nod, not ever. You were unsure if he was even aware of your existence.
At times you swore you could feel his eyes on you, palpably you had thought that he even awaited your appearance. On better days you would even think that he started to take an interest in you.
But when your mind would inevitably clear, you’d realise that no, this isn’t possible. He’s too tall and too fit to be anywhere near your league. He’s Jeon Jungkook, the ever coveted yet doubly mysterious first class university athlete. And you are… well, you.
⇒ summary: jeon jungkook is famous, talented, and on the hunt for his childhood friend and first love. you are self-deprecating, a little awkward, and exactly who he’s looking for. only, there’s one (1; single, a solo) problem: he doesn’t know it.
⇒ childhood friends!au, celebrity!au
⇒ pairing: jungkook x female reader
⇒ word count: 15k
⇒ genre: fluff, comedy, light angst
⇒ warnings: n/a
⇒ a/n: finally!!! after literally a month of no bts writing, here is this 15k beast that i’ve been hyping up. inspired by true events, kinda. i will work on getting the sorted series out next, so please be on the lookout!
brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns
insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this
low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen,
but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on
don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed
near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need
her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate,
but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very
back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise
I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”
quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks
before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.
you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong
narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even
facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your
urgency to leave the room increases.
yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go
in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy
and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure
that Sejong will call you out.
⚬ warnings; sub!taehyung, skype sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, possessiveness, slight breath play, oral sex, dirty talk, thigh riding, tae ends up sort of a switch? idk
⚬ word count; 11.2k
As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.
↳or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret
had a problem with the whole ‘soulmate’ deal, unlike some of your more passionate colleagues. It’d never
sparked up much of a reaction in you, because honestly, who had the time to
actually care? Besides, it did turn
out to be rather amusing, most of the time.
you were in the middle of discussing an important project with your professor,
for example, and you felt something ticklish on the inside of your arm. You’d
always been susceptible to even the slightest brush of the fingers, so you bit
your lip hard to stop yourself from laughing out loud.
finally got to leave, you made a pit stop at the bathroom, to get a napkin or
something to wipe your cut lip—go figure, you’d managed to bite it that hard—and you looked down at your
wrist: the source of your problems. Looking at the squiggles on it, you felt
like you were supposed to get angry, but honestly, the basic math problems
drawn crudely with black ink made you laugh out loud. Sure, you got some strange
looks from, like, one person for doing that, but you could tell your soulmate had to be hilarious.
again, unable to resist smiling when you saw—and felt—more black ink being
scribbled furiously onto your delicate skin. Your soulmate must have been
having a math test or something soon; why else would they have been writing all
that on their hand? Though, really, what an amateur move.
great delight in re-telling the story to your friends later, but it seemed like
they’d reached the point where they were just tired of hearing you talk about
your soulmate all the time. But
really, they seemed great—and you really, really
wanted to meet them. It’s just…you had no idea how.
Who knew a
single conversation could change it all?
▽ Genre: incubus!AU, angst, smut, fluff the holy trio
▽ Summary: You had believed, for your entire life, that creatures of the underworld were only a myth but you were proven wrong by the existence of Jimin. He is, according to his definition, a smaller type of Fae called Incubus. A creature of sex. Someone that can only live and strive as long as his sexual appetite is satiated every day. And Incubi are known in all of their myths to be insatiable and ravenous creatures. ↳ alternatively: sending all our souls to rot in hell.
➾11.6k words ➾ lots of smut, some fluff, a little angst (just like this gif) ➾ warnings: pregnancy mention ➾ summary: the rules of becoming fuck buddies are as follows: no strings attached, don’t play jealousy games, and strictly no cuddling after sex. On a scale of how-fucked-are-you from one to ten, Jeon Jeongguk has you on a 9, in more ways than one.
Jeongguk, on top of being the nastiest fuckboy who just happens to have some
good dick, is a childish brat.
are so not your thing, and you feel like a fish out of water in the midst of so
many scantily clad girls and barely sober frat boys. You’ve been grabbed at
least 5 times now, only managing to narrowly escape their clutches the last
time, and you have to fight to keep your patience as you try and spot his big
head in the overcrowded frat house. You wouldn’t be here if not for his not so
thinly veiled threat over text.