I Love The Way As Time Went On We Could See The Gradual Progression Of Their Feelings For Each Other,

i love the way as time went on we could see the gradual progression of their feelings for each other, especially hobi’s. i loved the way the reader basically maintained “we’re a hookup” mindset until almost the very end, it’s was the perfect build up to the “when did we start dating?” I never read a fic that details the act of “suddenly”finding yourself in a relationship together so well. I imagine from hobi’s perpective he would have started feeling something different from about the beginning junior year. he started being like this is the perfect hookup and then being like oh no i don’t want to be a hookups anymore but she thinks we are :/ (when your fuckboy tendencies come back to bite you in the ass), so he just shows his care through his actions and ends up finding a place in her life until she has her big a-ha moment. so beautifully written, i love this so much

Just Practice |JHS| Explicit

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Genre/au: college!au, sortafuckboy!hobi, definitelyfratboy!hobi, hookup to friends to lovers

Tags: freeform, smut and fluff, recreational drug use, theoretical threesomes, lots of smutty times, happy ending,

Words: 12,597

a/n:

Me: This time it will be different, just smut - no plot, no happy ending, no attempts at character development.

Narrator Voice: This time it was not different, although there was some smut.

Summary:

The second time you hook up with Jung Hoseok, he doesn’t remember the first time.  

You’re surprised.  It was only a few weeks ago, and you were in a broom closet. That has to be different, right? (Well, not really, you’ll learn.)

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Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away.  Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.

Cr.

It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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a min yoongi one-shot

title | a scam marriage

summary | Graduate school tuition: $30,000. A marriage license: $30. A man willing to kill the cockroaches: priceless. For everything else…well that’s the tough part, isn’t it?

pairing | yoongi/reader

word count | 4k

tags | fluff, college au, grad school au, architecture!yoongi, urbanplanning!yoongi, psychology!reader, publichealth!reader

rating | teen and up

warnings | mild references to consensual sexual activity, also pls don’t take this fic as a guide to scamming the us govt by getting married thnx

note | written for @btswriterscollective anniversary event contest!

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As you step out of the courthouse, blinking into the surprisingly bright winter sun, you can’t decide whether you’re relieved or terrified.

Let it be said, that you’d never imagined getting married like this. Not that you’d been the sort of kid to plan an extravagant wedding or play house with the kid next door, but that didn’t mean you’d expected this.

This, of course, being your entirely too chill courthouse wedding to your best friend and architect extraordinaire, Min Yoongi. You can hear Jin and Yoongi chatting behind you as if getting married for financial aid was the most normal thing in the world.

“You good?” Jimin asks beside you. He’s peering at you with such concern you could laugh. “Did you drink too much last night? You look like you might throw up.”

You didn’t and you might, but you don’t tell him that.

“We should get brunch,” you say instead, pointing at each of your compatriots in this crazy scam. “Mimosas? Mimosas? Mimosas?”

Yoongi nods and that’s that. 

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the landlord - myg | m

↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP

↳ warnings- basically the plot of a porn, theres no plot, the plot doesn’t make sense, seduction, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, fun laughing giggly time during sex, honestly yoongi is great and i love him, maybe exhibitionism if u squint ???, cum sharing, finger sucking, motorboating

↳ a/n- did i just write basically the plotline of a bad porno? yes.  did i love it? also yes.  this was lowkey inspired by my own landlord coming over to my place (that i DIDNT SLEEP WITH) and i answered the door in a state of undress :/ i hate myself lol.  anywwayyss! enjoy yoongi the landlord!  pls feel free to interact with me because i need constant attention uwu

The inside of your apartment feels hotter than the blazing sun outside.  Your air conditioner chose the worst week to fritz on you. A record-breaking heat wave.

Nothing helps.  You open windows, blow fans, sit in front of your fridge, take cold showers. All just momentary bliss that ends too soon.

It finally breaks you and you muster up the courage to text your landlord, Yoongi.  

You inhale a deep breath as you click on the name. Min Yoongi, landlord.  Your eyes flutter shut for a moment without realizing.

Your landlord who lives in the same building as you is likely the hottest and most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on the man. Every month, paying rent was torture. You wanted to fling your legs open to him and request he takes his payment another way.

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because of you, blue | ch. 1

↳ series masterlist • read on ao3 • theme song • feedback • fic tag

⇢ pairing: taehyung x reader ⇢ genre: exes to idiots to lovers. jin might commit a crime. angst, fluff, eventual smut. ⇢ summary: nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen? ⇢ chapter wc: 7.6k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is R; minors please dni ⇢ chapter warnings: swearing, lots of talk about being broke, even more talk about breakups & heartbreak, allusions to drug use, kim seokjin being a master manipulator, jeon jungkook being everyone’s favorite himbo stoner shithead. ⇢ a/n: i can’t believe it’s finally here! i’ve been working on this since april, and while it’s not 100% complete (current total wc is 27k), i feel far enough along to comfortably start posting. since the first 3.5 chapters are 100% complete, i’m going to lightly adhere to a once-per-week updating schedule, most likely on thursdays. that may change depending on work/if my brain feels like writing. please take note of the rating! while there’s no smut currently written, the finished work will contain some, so this fic is 18+ for that reason.

“Please.”

You’re not particularly susceptible to the whole pleading-and-puppy-dog-eyes routine, but there’s something vulnerable and desperate about Seokjin’s tone as he repeats the word for the fourth time in as many minutes.

A lump forms in your throat—one you’re not sure stems from genuine emotion but rather an overwhelming sense of obligation—but you know immediately you’re going to give in. How could you not? Seokjin looks utterly lost, frazzled in a way you haven’t seen him in years. The stress of it all has even caused a small breakout across his chin and you wonder, with a bemused smirk, if it’s the reason he hasn’t posted some ridiculous thirst trap to Instagram in a few days.

So, it’s with an exaggerated sigh and a pointed look that you finally reply, “What do you want me to do?”

His relief is palpable, his exhale just as dramatic as your sigh but with actual meaning behind it. Smile bright enough to blot out the sun, and as his fingers seem to twitch, you wonder if he would’ve leaned across the table to crush you in a hug if you were anyone else.

But you’re not, so he stays planted in his chair.

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cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.

⇢ word count: 7K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.

⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )

everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush.  you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.

but then there was your dream…jeon jungkook.

with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.  

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