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Payback (M)

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, light choking, daddy kink, kinda public??, idk man it’s just filth

Word Count: 3,125

Summary:  Park fucking Jimin was sin incarnate, and he knew it too. You have had it with his extra ass on stage, he was always taking some article of clothing off and you were at your wits end. This means war.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Your jaw was on the floor after watching BTS’ new comeback stage. As if the low cut shirts, lip bites, sexual lyrics, and all around rudeness wasn’t enough, Jimin decided he needed to up the ante and undress on stage looking like sin itself. Fucker. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you decided he needed to be punished.

Dressing in all his favourites; your shorts, oversized sweater and thigh high socks that always got to him, you headed to the boys’ dorm for a movie night after making sure your coat covered everything. You arrived at the dorm quicker than anticipated, and after being let in by Hoseok and attacked by the boys with hugs, you learned that Jimin was still in the shower. Settling down on the couch you took your jacket off and got comfortable with a bowl of popcorn when you felt several pairs of eyes on you. Looking up, you saw the boys eying your outfit and you smiled to yourself, your plan already working. Jimin walked out of the shower with his hair still damp, wearing sweats and a loose t shirt. He looked around the room and noticed that all eyes were on you, a smile spreading on his face as he met your eyes, then he saw why they were staring and his face hardened.

Strike one.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a bts reaction to when they cheat on you but later find out you’re pregnant

First off my dudes, cheating is never ok, if you truly love someone you’d do anything for them not to get hurt. (And I feel like the majority of bts knows that but shhhh it’s ok we’re thinking outside the bubble)

Each scenario is different from the other aight.
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Nams: You leaned on the wall as you saw him slip in, he didn’t notice you at first until you cleared your throat. The smile on his face vanished instantly. “So, what’s her name?” You asked nonchalantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responded almost as if this was scripted. “Cut the crap Namjoon. I know you’re cheating.” A wave of anxiety rushed through him as you not only called him by his name and not a nickname, and two, you had figured him out. “Y/n, I-”“stop,” you’d cut him off, “I have something more important to say.” You said as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your pregnancy test before throwing it at him. “I was going to tell you, I had my doctors appointment yesterday, but obviously you don’t really care now do you?” You said coldly as Namjoon fliched as he remembered he didn’t even come home yesterday. He looked at the test and then at you, pain and guilt engraved into his eyes. “Y/n I, I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”“save it.” You said as you pulled out a mini suitcase from out behind you, “if you still have my number, I’ll text you the date of the doctors appointments and the due date, you can show up if you still care about me or your kid. But I wouldn’t be surprised if you just forget about us.” With that, you walked past him to the door and let youself out. Guilt and pain washed over him as he stood there looking at the test, realizing how he fucked up, on a big scale. He wanted to fix it, he just didn’t really know how to. What he had done was unforgivable.

Originally posted by pjkook



Yoongi: he knew it was wrong when he found himself on another girls bed, he knew it was wrong when her moans filled his ears, room and apartment. He knew it was wrong when he bit down on her collarbones and whispered sweet nothings to her, the same ones he had said to you. He knew it was wrong, but why couldn’t he have stopped? He knew he could have done all this to you, fuck, even better than his. So why didn’t he? Instead he found himself laying next to another girl on her bed. As he walked home he didn’t even know how he was going to face you. He didn’t even know how he was going to look at you the same way. When he came home and saw your smile, the one you give before you tell them something that you’ve been dying to say, he couldn’t take it. He spilled out his heart and watched as you smile become a pout and your exciting energy become a broken sad one. He watched as your tears stained your cheeks before you turned around and wrapped your arms around yourself before chocking out a sentence that broke his heart even more. “I’m….I’m pregnant..” he stood there as he watched you grab your car keys and wallet. He stood there in shock and in pain as he watched you walk past him and finally snapped out of it when he heard the door slam closed. He stood there was his eyes filled with tears and whispered out your name. “Oh god, why’d I do this to you?”

Originally posted by shittyoongi


Jungkook: when he came home to find the house quite as a ghost town, he instantly became anxious. When he walked into the kitchen and found a card standing on the table with his name on it in your handwriting, his heart sank and shattered. He frantically ran towards it as he gripped it and read it. There it was, in your handwriting, straight up addressing the issue. Jungkook had been straight up cheating on you for the past 2 months. And of course you couldn’t just stand by and be ‘deceived’. You had explained in the letter that this wasn’t healthy for you, thinking about him cheating on you made you sick to your stomach. That if he truly loved you he wouldn’t have been sleeping around with another woman. That’d it be best if you don’t see each other for a while, that he at least owe you that much. Of course he didn’t delete your number, of course he didn’t unfollow you on any social media. But he did cry. He had done this, through smiles and childish fights you’d gone through thick and thin, only for him to throw 2 wonderful years of a romantic relationship and 3 years of friendship down the drain in 2 months. It took him one day to straight up cut off ties with the other woman. He hadn’t checked out how you were doing in a month, and he missed you, he missed you a lot. So he finally went on your Instagram, only to find the shocking surprise of you displaying a baby bump. He frantically tried to reach out to you.
Jungkook:y/n!
Jungkook:look I know I fucked up, I fucked up big time
Jungkook: I threw away 5 wonderful years of knowing you, and loving you down the drain
Jungkook: I know I can’t easily get you back because what I did was awful and unforgiving and I can’t forgive myself either
Jungkook: but from your pictures, I know it’s not just one
Jungkook: y/n, please, I just need to know if they’re mine
Jungkook: please y/n you can’t rob them of a father
Jungkook: please let me make this right for at least them

Originally posted by btssavemylife

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MORE ANGST

Jin: Jin and y/n first met during their second year of culinary school when Jin had accidentally whipped his meringue a little too harshly, thus causing it to splatter all over y/n. What started off as mutual, apology coffee dates lead up to brief smooches before organic chemistry exams and sweet love making behind closed doors. Y/n and Jin were like the most perfect dessert; sweet and satisfying to ones needs. They just, worked, and Jin wouldn’t have it any other way….
At least, y/n thought so.
She laid there in bed hearing the headboard hit the wall. She laid there as she heard her roommates moans, she laid there as her heart hurt. She was supposed to hang out with Taehyung today, she was supposed to have a good time with her good friend who majored in art. He was supposed to help her choose a way on announcing her pregnancy to him, if it weren’t for the fact that her nausea got the better of her and canceled at the last minute. “Ah~ fuck.” The muffle moan hit her like a tidal wave. Tears started to form in her eyes as she finally stood up and grabbed the pregnancy test from her night stand. She walked to her door and marched to her roommates door, not even bothering to knock or anything. Slamming the door open you’re greeted by your roommate riding your ex-boyfriend. “Wow how awkward of me to interrupt my boyfriend sleeping with my roommate.” She said with a bitter laugh. “Y/n! T-this isn’t want it looks l-like!” Jin said as he stared to sit up, “oh? No? What are you guys playing naked twister or something? I’m not stupid.” You said as you gave them a disgusted look. “Y/n I’m-” Jin was Interrupted as you threw the pregnancy test at him without saying anything before you turned around and walked out their room. Jin looked at the pregnancy test dumbfounded as your roommate looked at him in horror of what had just happened. You grabbed your phone, charger, earbuds, jacket, wallet, spare clothes and car keys as you dialed Taehyung’s number. You took a deep breath as it rang, “tae? I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour,” you said as you stuffed your bag with clothed and cleared your throat. “I, I-uh, was wondering if I could crash at your place, I can’t stay here.” Taehyung obviously catching on and reassuring you it was no problem. As you hung up and slipped on your jacket Jin, only wearing pants stood by the door way looking at you distraughtly. “Y/n, please we-we can work this out.. I’ll change I-I swear I’m sorry I-” you completely ignored him as he begged for forgiveness, you simply walked around him with bag over your shoulder. As you walked towards the front door, he followed you rambling apologizes in a shaken voice. Just as you were opening the door he desperately caught your wrist. “Y/n, please.” He looked at you with painful eyes, “don’t touch me!” You screamed at him as you ripped your hand away from him, tears of anger and sorrow filled your eyes. “You get me pregnant, you cheat on me with my fucking roommate, and now your pleating at me to take you back? Don’t touch me, don’t ever touch me again.” You said as tears streamed down your cheeks and slammed the door on his face as you walked out.

Originally posted by lavender-kills

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ANGGSSSSTTTTTT
Jimin:
Coming home in the dead of night was not Jimin’s idea of a ‘fun time.’ Coming home covered in hickeys and smelling like cheap ass perfume was a different story. His eyes navigated through the dimly lit living room, tiptoeing over so quietly towards the bedroom, carefully stepping over some lose floorboards. Jimin was maybe a foot or so away when he realized that the light was on…only it was coming from the room across; the bathroom. Peeking through the light crack along its doorframe, Jimin could see y/n, hunched over on the ground with her head submerged in the toilet, releasing a horrid retching sound.
“Babe!” Jimin bursted inside, clearly forgetting about his appearance and sat down beside y/n, gently caressing her side. “Y/n, baby talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Y/n coughed dryly, head lifting up she could peer at Jimin with tired, squinted eyes. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Her face suddenly began to flush with anger. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?! You leave without saying goodbye and don’t even have the nerve to tell me where you’ve been all night nor have you sent me a text and you’re asking me what’s wrong?!”
Jimin backed away, taken back by y/n’s harsh words. He also noticed the way her skin appeared more ashen than usual.
“Y/n, I—”
“Also, are you going to explain to me how you got these.” She flicked her hand across his collar, revealing the array of purple, red bruise across his neck.
“Baby, I can explain, please if you—” Jimin was once again interrupted by a bitter laugh. Y/n threw her head back and laughed, which turned more into a sob.
“Like hell you will.” With that, she stood up and started making her way towards the door, grabbing her bag, phone, and wallet. Jimin rushed into the living room, eyes following her movements and flashing with horror when he realized what was happening.
“No, no, no, please y/n. Please don’t go, we can work this out.”
Y/n’s hands froze as she reached for her keys. She stared at the floor before thrusting her gaze back towards her…boyfriend.
“I used to believe every single word until now Park Jimin. Now I can’t even tell truth from lie. What happened? Did you just grow bored of me? Did you think I wasn’t enough or that I didn’t give you what you wanted?”
Jimin could only shake his head in sheer desperation.
“Do you have any idea how terrible I felt spilling my fucking guts into the toilet while your out there getting your face sucked off by some other girl, without even realizing that your other girlfriend is lonely, scared, pregnant, and—”
“Wait.” Jimin froze. “You’re, you’re pregnant?”
Y/n scoffed, “if only you knew.”
With that, y/n stomped out of the house, slamming the door shut, leaving behind a shell shocked Jimin who finally crumpled to the floor in a mess of tears and wails.


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Taehyung:
“Y/n, could you pass the salt please?”
Y/n didn’t respond, nor did she look up from the plate of food in front of her (some medium rare steak that had long gone dry).
“Babe?” Taehyung tried again. At that, y/n finally lifted her gaze, hand immediately flying towards the salt shaker, passing it over towards the male seated across from her.
Taehyung smiled in thanks then munched on his food. “So, I heard that Hoseok’s going to be treating you on a trip to hongdae, right?”
Y/n hummed, cutting her meat with slow movements.
“That’s cool, Hoseok’s is a great tour guide, so don’t worry about not having any fun.” He snickered. “Unless you start to miss me.”
Something finally seem to jog her memory as she dropped the knife and fork, resulting in a loud clattering sound. Taehyung cocked his head to the side. “Is, is something wrong?”
“Taehyung, be honest; what are you going to do while I’m gone?”
Taehyung’s brows furrowed in confusion before he responded with a shrug. “Mm, probably invite Jungkook over, go to the karaoke bar with Jimin? Just stuff?”
Y/b could feel her heart ready to leap out of her chest. Her lips suddenly began to tremble. “Taehyung, I told you to be honest.”
“Y/n,” Taehyung scoffed. “What are you—”
“I know, Taehyung. I know about the phone calls and the text messages, the dinner reservations and the late night clubs. I know about the people you’ve been with and what you do, with them.”
At that, Taehyung’s eyes suddenly widened. Hoping to mask his panic, he immediately barked out a laugh.
“Psh, babe, what are you saying. You know I’d never do that!”
Y/n could feel her heart start to rip in half. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, an ugly sob slipping past her lips.
Taehyung’s face fell. Rushing to her side, he crouched down next to y/n, hands. flying to clasp theirs. “Y/n, y/n, please don’t cry. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-I don’t know why, I just…”
“I know. I know, Taehyung.” Swallowing slightly, she gave his hand a squeeze before slipping out of his grasp. “I forgive you, but I can’t stay with you anymore. This,” she gestured a hand between them. “Has to end. I’m sorry.”
Taehyung’s lips were parted slightly as he stared at y/n, eyes wide with shock, almost as if he had heard wrong. He opened his mouth to reply, only to realize it had started to close up as tears blurred his vision.
Y/n grabbed her bag and stood up, leaving Taehyung on his knees in the kitchen. Before taking her leave, she took one last lingering look, only to leave something white on the table. Lifting his head, Taehyung stared at the object through blurry eyes.
A pregnancy stick, with two lines.

Originally posted by humanseoul

listen its rlly hard to find crying tae gifs ok

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Hoseok:
“Babe, I’m home,” Hoseok hollered, dropping his things on the hardwood floor. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers; marigolds and roses (y/n’s favorites). He trotted into the kitchen, expecting to see her wearing an apron while cooking up some food, only for him to sneak up behind her and sneak his arms around y/n’s waist, but frowned when he noticed that the kitchen was unoccupied.
However, on the table was a plate of Hoseok’s favorite slice of peach cheesecake and a letter written in familiar, curvy handwriting. Hoseok’s hearts dropped to his toes, flowers slipping from his fingers. With lead legs, Hoseok shuffled towards the table. Picking up the letter with shaky hands, he brought it up to read.
“Dearest Hoseok,
By the time you read this letter, I will be gone. Who knows where I’ll go, but whatever you do, don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry Hoseok, I’m truly truly sorry for having to leave like this. These past two years have been, complete bliss. I mean it, but I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’ve seen the way your eyes wander to Yoongi whenever we’re talking, or whenever we’ve kissed, I’ve seen the way you wanted him more than me. I know it was selfish of me to deny your feelings and even have the gall to talk with Yoongi, but now it’s time to face reality. Yoongi loves you and I know he can provide you with more happiness than I ever had. I forgive you for the times you used to sneak out, or the times when you wouldn’t hug or kiss me, or the time I found Yoongi in our bed. I forgive you. And remember, I’ll always remember you as my first love. I have a piece of you, with me right now.”
Flipping the paper over, Hoseok realized, with blurry vision, that the paper y/n had written on was an ultrasound photo.
Hoseok felt his knees give out as he slipped to the floor, crumpling the piece of paper to his chest, weeping softly.
“Y/n, y/n, I’m so sorry.”
BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAK HOBI’S I MADE HIS SHORT AND (bitter)SWEET. 

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


- Pheo & sara

Friday Night I (M)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159​, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~ 

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone’s mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it…Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

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When We Were (M)

request: are you still looking for something to write about? I’ve been dying for an angsty (w/ a happy ending) Yoongi fic. Something like they’re in an arranged marriage and he’s angry about it, but she’s trying to make the best of it, but he’s usually mean/rude to her. I didn’t see any fic request rules, so I hope this is ok! Thanks! :)

group: bts

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff & smut

word count: 6.5k

A/N: I hope you like it! remember I really appreciate feedback :’)



Originally posted by mn-yg


Min Yoongi was your best friend since childhood, both families were friends generations ago and even though your friendship wasn’t exactly your choice, for him it felt more like a duty. At four he was mean, hiding your favorite toys and pretending he never saw them and he only admitted once you found them sitting under his bed.

At eight, somehow he managed to appreciate it more, taking in the idea of your forced friendship. And he was okay with it.

 

His weird manners and random rudeness didn’t stop you from falling for Min Yoongi, and you fell hard. Sometimes he was mean, others he seemed to be kind and even fond but most of the time, and he didn’t give a shit about you. Every Saturday night he would pretend to care, giving you warm smiles that were nothing else but a spectacle, to show your parents and his. Those were the memories you cherished more from him, ignoring the bad treats to replace them with those nights.

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