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You DTF? | pjm | (m)

☾ Pairing: Jimin x female reader

☾ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

☾ Word Count: 10,233

☾ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Recreational drinking, Jimin being a total tool, cringe-worthy dialogue, explicit language, fuck boy Jimin is it’s own warning, 2009 slang should be a warning because it is literally so cringey, Jimin is quite literally doing the jerk and reader is totally buying it, literally these two are so cringe, sexually explicit content including oral (f. and m. receiving), some nipple play, a lot of spit description idk, big dig Jimin, throat fucking, unprotected vagina sex, Jimin bein an idiot and combing reader not to use a condom, reader is equally stupid cause she wants to get fucked, Jimin accidentally cumming inside, hittin' it from the back, cringe dirty talk, finger blasting (lmfao), Jimin occasionally hitting reader's cervix, they're like a little toxic idk, this is like the most hilarious thing I've ever written, Jimin does coke right on reader's counter cause he has to keep his stmania okay, Jimin is insensitive a lot

☾ Published: September 4, 2022

☾ A/N: This is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. There are some light-toxic themes and some ignorant dialogue and behavior between the two of them because they're both bimbos drunk in 2009. The writing is supposed to be a little cringe but I may have gone overboard. Also I wrote this in two days idk what kind drugs I was on (amoxicillin and mucinex) but here is the wildly ridiculous and hilarious fic for a collab that no one asked for but we did anyways. Very very happy to share this trash idea with Jai and M 🥺

Special thanks to @here2bbtstrash for helping me edit because I was in a rush and at one point wrote that reader's head opened in the middle of sex. We don't know what I was talking about but happy halloween, reader's head was about to be posted splitting open in bed adkjadjdkja

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“So are you actually going to try and get fucked in that outfit or is it going to go to waste?” Tiffany asks as she sprays several pumps of Bath and Body Works Japanese Blossom all over herself. You cough as the sweet-smelling mist chokes you. She already has the lotion on. “You look hot, capital h-a-w-t.”

The mirror of the hotel room is a little dirty - there is backsplash from the faucet staining the glass and some tiny dots of toothpaste. And you can definitely see Nicole’s fake tan staining the bottom corner after spraying her St. Tropez all over.

You see Tiffany’s point about the outfit being wasted on you in a way. Low-rise, light-wash Lucky Brand jeans sans button, with the zipper pulled down just the slightest at Nicole’s behest. A shirt that was harder to get on than you think it will be to get off, made out of skin-tight pink fabric that only reaches your midsection, and even then, has a massive cutout over your abs.

“Not this again,” you sigh, nervously playing with the belly button ring you had pierced the year before. A cute little Playboy bunny swings back and forth, hot pink rhinestones matching your shirt.

“Yes, this again. You look so fucking hot tonight. A one-night stand will not kill you. It’s Labor Day. Please live a little.” Tiffany decides she has contributed to pollution enough, snapping the cap on her perfume bottle to turn around and face you. “You’re not in a relationship anymore. It’s time to be a slut.”

“Yeeeeaaah be a slut!” Nicole yells, running into the room and grabbing you by the hips, slamming your ass into her crotch several times to crudely depict being fucked from behind. Her jean shorts are impossibly tight, red thong peeking out the sides. “It’s so much funner.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“God shut the fuck up for two seconds and be a hot idiot like Paris Hilton.”

Pushing your friend away, you nod. You love them and you know they’re right. You’re single and hot, and there are countless clubs all over with hot, single guys. You’ve never had a one-night stand, having been in a long-term relationship all throughout college until recently, and now you’re where single people come to get laid and you… have a night left to do it.

Tiffany’s iPod blasts in the living room of the hotel room. There are empty cups all over the counter, sticky and sweet smelling from the liquor and mixers spelled on most surfaces. You go to the fridge, pulling out a can of pineapple juice.

Nicole gasps when she sees you reach for the bottle of Malibu on the counter. “WAIT! We need the song!”

She rushes to the iHome, bending over the counter. She flips the song to Caribou Lou, wiggling her ass back and forth before she stands straight and points at you and the bottle of Malibu in your hands.

“151 rum, pineapple juice and malibu caribou get them all numb!” she screams, making you smile.

Despite their earlier jesting, you relax as you mix drinks, singing along to the throwback while shaking your ass. The zipper on your jeans moves a few times, but you’re careful not to let your vagina make a surprise appearance. With how low-cut the jeans are, Tiffany had convinced you not to wear underwear.

Which was more of a reason to get laid.

The drink is sweet and easy to drink. You scroll through your messages on BBM but otherwise give your attention to playing flip cup with your two best friends, determined to get just a little bit tipsy before you head out to the bars.

The hotel isn’t very far away from all of the live entertainment. It’s within walking distance which saves a ton of money on cabs, but it is a nightmare for your feet the last three nights you’ve stumbled home in wedges. Nicole even broke one of her heels, walking home on uneven feet like a seesaw.

When you’ve decided that you’ve pregamed enough, you and your friends teeter to the elevator and down through the lobby. Outside, the balmy air kisses your skin. A creamsicle sky has faded to black and you can see the lights of the entertainment district and hear the faint thunder of music from clubs with open doors and windows.

You scrunch your nose when Nicole lights a cigarette on your walk. You smell the crackling menthol of her Newport as she takes a drag, hoarsely laughing at a group of men who catcall you from a sports bar as you walk by. You flick your hair over your shoulder, rolling your eyes.

As if it were that easy.

Labor Day is in full swing around you. The street has barricades to open up to foot traffic only, and they’ve relaxed open container laws. There are a few food vendors on the road, people lined up to grab a quick slice of pizza or hot dogs to settle their tequila-churned stomachs.

A breeze makes your hair dance. It smells like fried food and a hint of salt from the ocean. It carries something else on it - a taste of something wild. You’re here with your friends on a vacation that you had originally planned to take with your boyfriend.

You can recognize now that it would have been a disaster. The two of you in a partying scene meant for singles would have signed your doom. But the end had come sooner than that when you found him with his dick down some girl's throat when you came home early from work.

In hindsight, you always knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. But you liked the way he called you baby, the way he peppered you with kisses to make you a little less angry at him, and the way that he made you feel when you weren’t fighting.

And you definitely like the way he drove his Escalade, and the fact that he could afford to take you places like the restaurant in the St. Regis and you stayed in lofty rooms at the Ritz Carlton while vacationing.

Still. There had been a lot missing, namely in the bedroom, which is exactly why Tiffany and Nicole have been on your ass about at least trying to experience a one-night stand. They wanted you to expand your horizons, to learn what you do and don’t like, and to maybe stumble on someone who could actually make you cum more than two times out of ten.

The first bar makes you lose a little hope. House music thumps loudly over the speakers. Jean-clad partygoers surround you, some on the dance floor shuffling their feet while maintaining a grip on sweating glasses and nodding their heads as the DJ thrusts a fist in the air. It’s not your type of club, but Nicole hits it off with someone in a larger group of people.

You exist on the edge of the conversation, picking at the slice of wilted pineapple in your drink as you watch the way Nicole plays her game. She’s excellent at flirting - a coy smile as she leans in to say something over the pumping music, balancing herself with a hand on his arm, swagging at his chest when he makes a funny joke.

It would be easy for you too if you thought any of the men were worth your time. They all look the same: bright polo, khaki shorts, hair gelled up. You want to tell them that Connecticut casual isn’t an outfit to the bar, but you say nothing, examining your nails for a while instead.

One of the guys starts talking to you - Ben, you think his name might be. You bob your head to the music, listening as he explains what he does as a private financial advisor. Your eyes slip over every detail of his outfit: fitted Abercombie polo with the collar popped, khaki pants paired with brown sandals, a white shell necklace wrapped around a sunburned throat, and a tattoo of his former fraternity peeking from his sleeve on his bicep.

Whatever Ben is saying, you’re not listening. You’re almost positive that Ben fucks the way he dresses: generically.

If you’re looking to experience something different, Ben - maybe Brian - isn’t it. You fucked Ben-Brians in college and they were as boring at sex as your ex-boyfriend was, except they couldn’t afford stone crab claws.

Everyone shifts to a new bar. You’ve molded your groups together, Ben or Brian - you’re starting to think maybe it’s Brad - is still by your elbow. You can sense he’s having a good time and you wish you were too. So you down a few shots at the next bar, loosening your limbs a little and making you a little less judgmental.

Brad is okay. Not your type and he smells like Crest Whitestrips, but he’s more bearable now that you’ve switched from Pina Coladas to Tequila Sunsets. You nibble the stem of a cherry, enjoying this club much better than the last. The music is more hip hop and pop, familiar songs making you bob your head and sway your hips a little more.

Sweat makes your skin sticky. You shift to stand underneath the air vent by the bar a little more, but you misplace your wedge, knocking yourself off balance. Ben-Brian-Brad catches your arm and steadies you. Slides in closer. His mint breath fans your face and you blink up at him. For a split second, you consider if you were too harsh on his judgment earlier. Maybe he could surprise you. He seems easy enough to please and like it wouldn’t be hard work, and he’s already trying to win you over…

Your eyes slide past him for a second and your gaze stays fixed on the man you see coming down the stairs into the club.

It’s nearly impossible to tear your gaze away once you see him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, laughing at something the man next to him says. He’s in dark jeans with bleached patches highlighting the material, a fitted Love Kills Slowly shirt by Ed Hardy, and even from a distance, you can see the glittering earrings in his ears.

He’s beautiful. Full lips pulling into a smirk as he winks at people he walks past. Brad rights you, asking you something but you don’t hear him, staring at the man across the bar who leans on the counter. He’s helped immediately, two bartenders drifting to a siren as they stare at him.

As though he senses your gaze, the man looks at you and your face goes red. His eyes are seductive, narrowed a bit as he checks you out shamelessly. Dark hair gelled back perfectly. A jaw that is both elegant and dangerous. He stands out among the rest of the partiers, his features an exquisite blend of feminine and masculine.

Your line of sight is cut off when Brad leans forward on the sticky countertop to order more drinks. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Your hands are a little shaky. Whoever that man is looks more your type, but the Ben-Brian-Brads of the world are much easier.

So you accept the new drink, sipping it and turning your back to the bar. And when you’re coaxed onto the dance floor, all disjointed limbs and sweating bodies, you forget about the Love Kills Slowly man and focus on the way you feel - dreamy and soft with the buzz of tequila in your veins.

A song you vaguely recognize plays in the background. You sway your hips, ass pressed against Ben’s crotch with his hands gripped tightly on your sides. He sways you back and forth, less like a dance and more like an erratic pendulum that can’t find its rhythm. Ben’s dancing is less than impressive, and you start to think that your earlier thoughts about his skill in bed might be right.

Tiffany laces your fingers with hers as she dances in front of you, pulling you away from Brian’s greedy hands to press your front against hers, letting you grind against her. You tilt your head back. Fog fills the air, lights dancing across the ceiling. It smells like the sticky-sweet of the machines used to make the fog, a tinge of sweat.

Nicole interrupts your dancing. Your legs ache a little, pieces of hair stuck to the nape of your neck as she bounces up and down yelling, “You have got to see this guy.”

You and Tiffany laugh as Nicole pulls you, the press of bodies jostling you back and forth as you try to catch a rhythm to move through the crowd. When you break the barrier and come out on the other side, your brows shoot up at the scene in front of you.

The Love Kills Slowly guy is posing next to a girl who points at his exposed six-pack and holy shit his body is insane. Perfectly cut abs, a solid v-line dipping into pants that fit his narrow waist. He holds the shirt up with a thumb, sticking out his tongue as the flash on the camera goes off. You can’t help but think his tongue is devilishly long.

Up close, he’s even hotter than you thought. You stare at him as the girl who took the picture flirts with them. There is a gaggle of men and women surrounding him, a flock of geese looking upon the swan longingly.

“He is the hottest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany giggles. “We should totes get a picture with this dude.”

“Why, is he famous?” You ask, watching as he nods and lets the girl touch his abs. God. What a tool. “He loves being the center of attention, it looks like.”

“So? He’s probably a model. I mean look at that. Come on.”

Tiffany yanks you and Nicole. You resist, stumbling over as she inserts herself into the conversation. He smiles at her, dazzling as he raises a brow at whatever she says. You pull your hand away from her and take a step back. You will not throw yourself at the Adonis in front of you.

You pivot away from them, staring out over the open crowd. You don’t enjoy the way Tiffany and Nicole giggle, sweet as the simple syrup on the bar over this new stranger. They make it too easy, and you don’t enjoy the idea of melting for someone just because they’re hot. Even if they’re model hot.

And what kind of model wears Ed Hardy?

At first, Tiffany and Love Kills Slowly chat animatedly. That makes sense - she has a way with people and she’s an excellent flirt. When your name is called the first time, you think you imagine it so you stay bobbing your head to the Ke$ha song, minding your business. When it’s said a second time, you glance at them from the corner of your eye.

“You’re being rude,” Tiffany asserts, glaring at you. You feel your eye twitch as she touches an open nerve. You’re not rude - you’re bored and your drunk friend cannot tell the difference. “This is Jimin. I was right, he is a model.”

“That’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes are on you and your stomach flips. You pick at the french manicure on your freshly done acrylics, thinking that the attention will pass you any moment now. But you feel Jimin’s eyes on you and you sense when he leans forward past Tiffany, ducking his head to level the most intense pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen at you.

“What?” He asked. “Don’t like models?”

“Not one that wears Ed Hardy,” you answer honestly. Your words come out a little stiff. You feel your arm tighten, squeezing your clutch that’s wedged in your armpit. “Shouldn’t you be in like… Armani or something?”

“You’re uptight.”

“Thanks.”

He frowns. “Loosen up.” He looks at your empty hands. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Why?” Jimin moves past Tiffany entirely, offering a hand and a smirk that almost makes your mouth pop open. Your heart does a tiny flip - you can’t help it. He is stupid beautiful. “I am drinking.”

“Your hands look a little empty to me.” He grabs one of your hands, linking your fingers and tugging. “Okay, one hand full. Let’s put some goose to make you loose in the other.”

You’re speechless as he tugs you along. Tiffany squeals a little, she and Nicole both on your heels.

People make room for Jimin at the bar. You watch the way people look at him. He drops your hand to dig a hand into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans for a credit card. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at you.

“What’s your drink, baby?”

“I’m not your baby.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it. Tiffany smacks your arm and makes a noise behind you. You ignore her, staring at him pointedly.

“Mmm she’s a brat. I like that. Your drink?” Jimin prompts again with a smile, undeterred.

“Um. Anything with Tequila.”

“A girl after my own heart. You wanna do shots?”

“Yes!” Nicole and Tiffany both squeal. He smiles at them briefly, but his eyes drag back to you.

You stare. Jimin has a dark lash line, making his eyes more enchanting. He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drop down to your exposed midriff before dragging his eyes back up again, raising a brow in a question.

He’s only buying shots if you want one.

You shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. He grins and asks the bartender for chilled Patron shots with training wheels. With his back turned, you smirk, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as you look away from Jimin and spot the group of men you were with earlier looking in your direction, murmuring amongst themselves.

Turning quickly before you can make eye contact with Ben-Brian-Brad, you find yourself face to face with Jimin once again. He leans on the bar with one elbow, head tilted as he studies you. His attention makes you feel warm and drunker than you already are.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he points out as the bartender sets four glasses of blanco tequila in front of you, rimmed with salt and garnished with a lime wedge. He picks up two glasses and hands them to Nicole and Tiffany’s hands as you give him your name. “Cute. You’re cute.”

“Thank you.”

Jimin lifts his glass in your direction. “Salude.”

You watch, mouth parted slightly as Jimin’s tongue curls out of his mouth, licking the rim of the shot glass slowly. His eyes don’t leave yours, even when he’s finished the rim and tosses the tequila back before biting into the lime. A tiny bit of lime juice runs down his chin, your eyes following the trail. His tongue darts out to snatch it.

“Come on,” he purrs. “Your turn.”

Your mouth is dry. You quickly lick the salted rim, barely making it around before tossing the shot back and squeezing your eyes shut as it burns down the back of your throat. You bite into the lime wedge, the sour taste helping ease the burn.

Juice runs down your chin. Before you can wipe it, Jimin’s hand darts out, a thumb brushing across your skin to catch it. He removes his hand, lips twitching upward slightly as he absently sucks the juice from his thumb and turns to the bartender to order two tequila sours.

“Are you on vacation?” he asks and you nod your head, a little dizzy from the shot and from him. The group of men from earlier has shuffled back toward your group, Nicole and Tiffany reluctantly shifting attention from Jimin to the men they were talking to previously. “Same. I have no idea where my friends are, I think they left me.” He slides a drink toward you. “You won’t leave me, right?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re nice or not. I like nice guys.”

He sips his drink, leering at you over the rim of the glass. “I’m a nice guy. At least, for you.” He nods his head toward the group of guys. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Would you care if I did?”

He throws his head back to laugh, throat covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looks at you over the glass, the first genuine smile not filled with something lingering on lust that he gives you. “No, but you told me to be nice.”

That makes you smile a bit. You bite your lip, trying to hide it, and decide to sip the drink. It’s good - strong - but good. “You seem like the type who wouldn’t care.”

“Awe don’t hurt my feelings. You’re like one of the hottest girls in here and I’m into it. If I had to ignore a ring or a boyfriend, I would. Is that so bad?” You shrug, sipping on the drink. You don’t know what to say.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t really seem to care. You think perhaps he likes hearing himself talk. It works out. Jimin fills the conversation with the normal what do you do and what do you like? You don’t miss the way he leans in toward you, or the way he glances at your mouth.

Still, you’re a little rigid. Your sentences aren’t as smooth and practiced as his. He doesn’t seem to care, shuffling a little close to you as the bar fills up with people. He smells like Axe Essence and the 5 gum he’s popped into his mouth between drinks.

“Trying to quit coke,” he snickers when he sticks another piece of gum in his mouth. “Got some bad press for it during last fashion week and my agency keeps threatening to drop me even though it's obviously a pre-fucking-requisite to walk for McQueen.”

“And chewing gum helps with that?”

“Not really, but it gives my mouth something to do and it soothes the muscle memory of hand to face.”

“Smart.”

“You look incredible by the way.” That makes you blush, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and ducking your head. Jimin chuckles, tapping your chin lightly with a finger to make you look back up at him. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re a bit of a spoiled brat, huh?” That makes you frown and pull away. He whines, hands chasing your shoulders to draw you closer to him. “Stop. I like that. It means you have high standards and good taste.”

You hum, finishing the rest of your drink. You’re properly drunk now, the room tilting a little bit as a giggle escapes you when Jimin looks at you. He laughs back, sliding a glass of water over to you after he takes a few sips.

The water is refreshing. Your skin feels warm all over and you move a little slower, looking around. The club is more packed than you remember and there are more bodies on the dance floor. You watch the way people move together, pressed up against one another and grinding to the music humming through the air.

Jimin follows your gaze, leaning closer to you and popping his gum in your ear. “Wanna dance?”

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins and pushes off the bar, sliding a hand around your waist to shift you in front of him. You look at him over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and he smiles, tucking you to his chest and sliding his chin on your shoulder.

“Coming through,” he calls, walking you both through the group behind you. Ben-Brian-Brad glares at you and you avert your eyes as Jimin guides you toward the dance floor, pads of his fingers pressed firming into your hips and scouring marks into your skin. “Tool in the polo definitely has a small dick.”

You giggle as you peel apart, Jimin catching your hand as you turn to face him, pulling him with you. “What makes you say that?”

“His fucking collar is popped, baby.”

“I think he’s mad at me,” you admit.

“You’re way out of his league.”

“That’s true.”

Jimin wraps his hands around your wrist and yanks you to him. You gasp, stumbling as your chests press together. He slots a thigh between your legs, making you freeze for a moment as the music slows a bit. Jimin’s hands are confident where they settle on your waist, moving your hips in a soft rhythm as he begins to move.

Instincts take over. You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck, letting him press his forehead against yours as he stares you down. He’s no longer controlling your hips but letting you move against him naturally, both of your bodies in sync.

Jimin is an amazing dancer, never forcing you to sway too much or trying to control your movements awkwardly. He rolls his hips into you experimentally once and you gasp lightly, noses brushing together.

“You’re fucking hot,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your face.

“So are you.”

Your fingers slide through the dark, sweaty strands at the back of his neck. He lets out an appreciative noise, making your insides melt. Your eyes drop to his lips, slightly parted, slicked with gloss from his pink tongue darting out to wet them. You wonder how soft they must feel, and the way he used his tongue to lick the salt from the rim of the tequila glass makes you wonder what kissing him is like.

You don’t have to wonder long. Jimin notices you staring. Gives you a wolfish grin. You think he looks wicked in the low light, all sharp eyes with a cunning smile.

And then he’s kissing you.

You make a sound of surprise, but it’s swallowed in his warm, minty mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he presses the small of your back so that you’re impossibly closer.

It’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of the dance floor. Jimin’s mouth moves slowly against yours, sucking your bottom lip greedily as he pulls away for a split second. Before you can chase his lips with yours, he’s kissing you again, with a little more vigor and a curious tongue that swipes the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and Jimin consumes you. You’re spinning, holding onto him for dear life as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, you knew his tongue would be good. It makes you light-headed as he licks into your mouth, fingers clawing at you as a whine escapes his throat.

Suddenly the kiss breaks. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes and cotton-fuzz thoughts, lost in him. Jimin isn’t looking at you though, he’s looking at the DJ and yelling, pointing over your head as he detaches from you.

“This is my fucking song,” he yells at you, as though he hadn’t been tongue fucking your mouth a moment ago. You look at him, dazed and confused. He notices and pops a kiss on your mouth. “God, you're needy. Don’t pout, I’ll kiss you more after.”

“What makes you think I want to kiss you more?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans forward and kisses you once. Twice. It’s sweet and leaves your mind scattered as he guides you backward slightly before smacking your ass lightly.

“Watch,” he instructs. “And try not to be a brat about it, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jerk by New Boyz is on in the background. Jimin sweeps his arms, backing people away before he starts walking quickly in a circle, bobbing his head to the music and making room for his little show.

A circle clears in the middle of the dance floor. You cross your arms with raised brows, Michael Kors clutch tucked in your armpit as you watch Jimin wave people back as the song plays. All eyes are on him, cheering as he nods and smirks at the crowd, turning to blow you a cheeky kiss.

You roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Jimin decides he has enough room and right as the chorus starts, he begins to hop and shuffle his feet backward then forward. The crowd goes wild, clapping their hands as he manages to execute the jerk without slipping on the beer and liquor-stained floor.

He spins and drops low, going down to the floor. The crowd yells for him, clapping and cheering him on as Jimin slowly works his way back up. His devious tongue is tucked against his plush upper lip, the hint of a smirk on his mouth.

More guys join the dancing, showing off their moves. Jimin, not one to be outshined, sticks his tongue out all the way, rolling his eyes back as he shakes his head and hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a flawless set of abs, shining in the glittering lights.

The women go crazy as he laughs manically, gesturing to his impressive physique to the other dancers, who roll their eyes and back off. You’re jostled from side-to-side, rolling your eyes when Jimin drops his shirt and dances his way over to you, eyes looking you up and down.

You give him an unimpressed look, yawning and looking the other way as he grips your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the jeans. “Come on,” he purrs. “Spoiled brat not impressed?”

You are. You just don’t want to be.

“Nope,” you say.

He crowds your space as the circle closes and the song changes. Jimin presses his hips against yours and your stomach drops. Your eyes snap back to his as his hands brush backward, squeezing the sides of your ass.

Jimin’s hot breath touches your lips. He smells like tequila and his cologne. He’s sweating through the Ed Hardy shirt, making it cling to the firm body underneath. Your toes curly slightly as you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s how good I dance,” Jimin murmurs, so close that his nose is touching yours. “Imagine how good I lay pipe.”

You cringe at the way he phrases it, but you’re intrigued. Your friends taunting you for your lack of sexual experience earlier replays in your mind. So you play along, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him when someone knocks into you. He noses the line of your jaw, breath warm in your ear when he whispers. “So like… you DTF or what?”

“What?”

“You know, down to fuck. I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since I saw you staring at me across the bar.”

“I was not staring.”

“Shit, I would stare if I were you too, baby.”

You smack his shoulder, pulling away from him slightly. Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you stare at him. His eyes are expectant, waiting for your response.

Before your ex, you would have never thought to sleep with someone you just met at a bar. You know very little about Jimin besides the fact that he likes to hear himself talk, that he’s a little arrogant and that he is wildly, ridiculously hot.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, squeezing your hips to tell you he’s still waiting on an answer. The way your stomach flips and you already feel arousal at the cocky way he asserts himself tells you what you want to say.

“I think so…”

“You think so or you know so?” Your mouth is dry and you don’t know what to say, so you shrug. He seems to read you. “You never went home with a guy at a bar before?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines, sliding his hands in your back pockets. “I’ll be really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. You laugh, leaning back a bit but Jimin is persistent, chasing the intimate contact. “Yeah. I’ll even make sure you cum first.”

“We’ll see.” His hands squeeze your ass through your pockets. “My place or-“

“Yours. My friends are stupid fucks.”

Sliding your hand in his, you pull Jimin along. He presses himself close to your back when you walk, sticking the hand not holding yours in your pocket to give your ass an experimental poke. You hiss at him but end up giggling when he wags his eyebrows up and down.

You find Tiffany and Nicole dancing with the original group of guys. Ben-Brian-Brad is glaring at you openly now, and Jimin is pressed behind you so close that you can feel the cool metal of his zipper on your lower back.

Tiffany and Nicole assure you they’re going to another club and will go to the beach house that the guy group is staying at. With gloss-stain cheek kisses and goodbyes, you leave them dancing as Jimin wraps a hand around your waist, gluing you together as you stumble out into the night.

The strip of bars is full of people. Cool air kisses your skin, making you moan in relief a bit as you begin walking toward your hotel. Your steps are uneven, you and Jimin pushing one another back and forth as you try to navigate your way home. You stumble a little too far when he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning on you too much for your drunk weight to bear and sending you several steps.

“Owww,” you whine. “That hurt my ankle. I’m in heels and my feet hurt, Jimin.” You drop his hand and look up at him, sticking out your bottom lip in an animated pout. “Give me a piggyback ride.”

“Hmmm. What do I get in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ride my back, I need to… ride you.”

You roll your eyes. “I already told you I’ll have sex with you, idiot.”

“Yeah but I could really use a good blow job.”

You scrunch your nose. “Fine.”

Jimin grins, letting go of you to squat and look over his shoulder at you, eyes glittering. “All aboard the Park express. Next stop: pound town.”

Huffing, you place either hand on Jimin’s shoulders and jump a little. He catches you easily, hands gripping your thighs firmly. You shiver at the feeling of his hands. Jimin straightens and you wrap your arms around his neck, settling your chin over his right shoulder.

“You’re kind of a jerk-off, huh?”

He grins as he starts to walk. “A little. But you’re kind of a bitch, so I think it works.”

You hum - he has a point.

The piggyback ride is just as dangerous as the walk. Jimin walks crooked sometimes, only for you to yell and smack his shoulder to send him back in a straight line. He gets distracted by a pizza stand which makes you flick his ear. And when you’re finally in front of the automatic double doors to your hotel, he is gasping for air and immediately sags against the elevator wall.

“You’re fuckin’ heavy.”

“That is so rude.”

“Baby, I am wasted and I haven’t done coke in like a week. It’s not you - it’s me.”

“What a cheesy line.”

“Speaking of.” His hand feels around his back pocket before dipping into the fabric and removing a tiny Altoid tin. “My sobriety will not come at the expense of me cumming early. I’m going to need a little extra to fuck you right.”

“Thought you were quitting?”

“I mean, do you want me to get my dick up?” The elevator opens and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand. “And now you’re laughing at me? Baby you’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Sorry, it was just funny. Do whatever you want. You promised to make me cum first.”

“Never had a guy who did that?”

“Nope.”

Jimin makes a disgusted noise as you swipe the hotel key card in the reader. It flashes green and you swing the door open into the freezing room. It’s a little disheveled, but it’s at least not an embarrassing display of the room. You’re suddenly thrilled that it’s a suite with two rooms.

The door clicks behind you and Jimin slides closer to you, pulling you by the belt loops. You’re prepared for his kiss this time, opening your mouth the second his soft lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and wet, Jimin sucking your bottom lip hungrily as he pulls your belt loops a little harder.

Carefully, Jimin walks you backward. He taps the side of your thighs and dips down as you jump. He catches your legs, hauling you the rest of the way onto the island counter where you spread your legs for him.

Jimin slots himself between your thighs easily. At this height, you’re more on his level, but Jimin leans into you, pushing you back slightly as he controls the kiss. It’s more eager and demanding than the one in the club, Jimin sucking on your tongue and licking the rough of your mouth experimentally.

Planting his hands on either side of your ass on the counter, Jimin trails kisses along your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and you become breathy. His mouth is noisy and wet against your skin, sucking at the tender flesh under your ear gently before biting lightly. The pinch of skin makes you moan, the sound lost in the lighting above the counter.

“So fucking pretty,” Jimin murmurs, continuing his assault with his mouth. His tongue is just as dangerous, licking over each bite he places as he drifts to your collarbone. “You want a line?”

You shake your head no. He presses closed-mouth kisses back up your neck until he’s straightened out to be eye-level. He brushes your nose with his. Sticks his tongue out and watches you expectantly. You tentatively stick yours out too, making a squeal when his tongue licks at yours.

“Weirdo,” you murmur, cheeks heated and shivering when he pulls away from you to pop open the Altoid tin. There’s a tiny plastic bag inside, sealing the white powder. “You like using tongue.”

Jimin hums in agreement as he stays between your legs, untwisting the bag. “I have a good tongue,” he says as he leans over, dumping a little onto the counter. You watch wordlessly. “I like to eat pussy too.”

You nearly lay back on the counter and ascend to heaven right there. No one has been so open and bold with you when speaking about sexual acts. And the fact that he says it so casually as he looks around for something flat with an edge makes you dizzy. You produce the room key and he grins, kissing your nose once before he takes it and cuts the powder into two, thin white lines.

“Do you need a bill too?” you joke. He shakes his head and pulls out a dollar bill that looks like it was once crisp but has been rolled over and over and over, making it look soft and pliant. “You don’t use hundreds?”

“I’m a model,” he grunts. “Not a Kardashian.”

That makes you laugh.

Jimin’s fingers are practiced as he rolls the bill. You can’t help but stare at the rings that you did not notice before, each one placed on a delicate finger. He has nice hands, veins jumping as he places one hand on the counter to hold himself up as the other holds the rolled bill.

Your knees squeeze his sides a bit as Jimin does the first line. It’s loud in the apartment with just the sound of his sharp inhaling, so you lean a bit to hit the iPod on the iHome dock, flicking through the touchscreen to find a song you like.

You settle on a playlist Tiffany has loaded in called Party Jamz. She Wolf starts playing loudly, drowning out the sound of Jimin finishing his second line as you hit the volume button a few times to lower it.

Straightening, you come face to face with Jimin as he wipes his nose a bit, taking a few sharp inhales. He runs his tongue along the edge of the room key before swiping his finger through the residue on the counter. There’s not much coke on the pad of his thumb, but he holds it to your mouth, watching.

Obediently, you open your mouth. He slides his thumb under your upper lip, rubbing gently on your gums. You taste how bitter the drug is, making a bit of a face that makes him giggle as he removes his finger from your mouth, sucking the thumb into his mouth briefly.

“You want a glass of water?”

You nod and he vanishes from in between your legs. He sings to himself as he grabs glasses and goes to the fridge, the ice machine loud above the music. You watch him with heavy eyes, your body feeling a little like liquid from all the tequila.

He reappears, holding a glass of water to your lips. He tilts it carefully as he drinks his own, dark eyes watching you. You sip carefully, the water cool and refreshing as he continues to tip the glass. A bead of water runs down your chin and neck.

Jimin is fast. He sets down both cups of water and surges forward, tongue chasing the bead of liquid as it runs down your throat. You lean backward, keeping yourself up with your palms planted on the cool counter as Jimin kisses and bites your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and absently, you’re glad you chose Jimin to go home with you.

You grab Jimin by his face, pulling kiss-bitten lips to yours and devouring him whole. He grunts in appreciation, mouth cooled by the water as his tongue dances with yours. His handles are not idle, rubbing up and down your jean-clad thighs, alternating between the gentle press of fingers and pointed drag of nails.

Jimin’s kissing is like nothing else you’ve had before. He’s skilled, leading you between fast, hungry clashing of teeth and tongue and slow, languid movements. You’re dizzy with him, a buzz of electricity under your skin and heat pooling in your stomach long before his hands dip to your zipper, pulling the metal down.

Eager hands slide to your hips where Jimin gathers the fabric. Your kiss breaks momentarily, a single line of spit connecting you for a second before you lift your ass off the counter, letting Jimin pull harshly at your pants. The fabric slides, making him cuss out loud when he realizes you’re not wearing underwear.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tossing your jeans and pressing your thighs open. You shiver as the cold air hits your pussy. Jimin’s eyes are hungry as he drags a thumb up the center of your glossy folds, a high-pitched sound leaving you. “Spoiled brat wearing no underwear? You’re just dying to have this pussy fucked, huh?”

“Please.”

“Hmm.” Jimin presses his thumb into your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head. The pressure sends a shiver through you, sparking every nerve in your body as he barely wiggles his thumb back and forth. “Shit you’re so sensitive. Gonna scream while I eat you out?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb slides lower, teasing your clenching hole. You open your eyes, head heavy as you look at him. He’s slid down to his knees, looking up at you through long lashes with a smirk on his face. Your shirt is still on, but you don’t even care. Jimin’s hot breath is on your inner thighs as he bites your flesh softly, making your legs try to close.

“Don’t suffocate me,” he chastises you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste though.”

Everything turns to white noise as Jimin leans forward, running his long tongue from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit. You seize forward, gasping for air and clenching your fists as he pins your legs harder. Your muscles strain, the stretch a little painful but the good kind paired with the way he licks you slowly.

Your blood turns into melted metal. You go boneless, laying back on the counter, knocking over cups, sending them scattering. You knock into the iHome, the iPod coming disconnected and cutting off the music. It doesn’t matter. Now you can hear the way Jimin sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly.

From the moment you saw his tongue, you wondered what it would be like. You pictured nothing like this. Jimin eats you out slowly, tongue curious yet lazy as he circles your clit in a steady rhythm before sucking your bud into his mouth and squeezing with his lips lightly.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse. One of your hands falls across your eyes, blocking the light from the ceiling as Jimin splays you open for his mouth to explore. You’re panting, the other hand threading through his hair, gel making it easier to grab onto. “Feels so fucking good.”

And it does.

“Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles, pulling away with a lewd, loud suck on your clit. “Your pretty little hole is just fucking dripping. Gonna fuck you open with my fingers to get you nice and stretched for me.”

You can’t come up with a verbal response. Something like a whine and hum of agreement slips out. Your hips twitch as his mouth turns firmer, tongue flicking over your clit quickly followed by his lips sucking at your wet hole.

There has never been a time someone enjoyed themselves so much while paying attention to your pleasure. Jimin is skilled and focused on bringing his fingers into the action. You feel him slowly trace the rim of your entrance with his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you curse and squirm but not enough to slide in.

It fucking aches. Your fingers tighten in his hair, begging him to make you feel fuller. Jimin chuckles, the vibrations going straight through you, your muscles spasming.

Slowly, Jimin adds a single finger, the slide relieving some of the tension directly in your pussy. You let out a soft breath, sagging on the counter as he matches the gentle in-and-out of his finger with the steady licking of his tongue on your clit.

The tight feeling of your orgasm is winding like a spring in your stomach. You can feel it, the pressure building and so compact that you struggle to breathe, finding yourself gasping for air when Jimin adds another finger to the mix. He applies pressure right against your front wall, pressing that spot that has you seeing stars.

You might be babbling now. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth. Stars are dancing behind your eyes and you struggle to remember not to hold your breath, to try and regulate your breathing as he increases speed. He’s messy now, sucking and licking and rubbing his nose against your clit. Jimin uses his entire face to get you off and you’re spiraling.

It all happens at once. A deep breath in. Held tight in your chest, muscles seizing and your body going rigid. Jimin’s fingers push against your g-spot hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth and you scream.

Your orgasm snaps in half, everything going loose at once. You feel yourself clench around his fingers, so tight that Jimin pauses his movements, tongue licking at your sensitive pussy gently as you shake. Your hands cover your face now, breathing rapidly into your palms as the room fills with white noise.

After a moment, your muscles start to relax. Jimin gives an experimental thrust with his fingers and you whine, making him laugh.

“God, you came so fucking hard,” he growls from between your legs. He gently pulls his fingers from you, making you protest and drop your hands from your face. You open your eyes as the room spins, lifting your head to look where Jimin now stands between your legs. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them. “Mmm. You’re a creamer. I like that.”

You have no response for him. He doesn’t need one. Jimin lifts you from the counter and for a moment, the world tilts dangerously on its axis and you think you might vomit. The spinning is short-lived as he carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed hard enough to make you bounce.

“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” you mumble, righting yourself in the sheets. He laughs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it. Your eyes zero in on his body and your mind goes blank. “Jesus Christ, Jimin.”

“Jesus had nothing to do with this.” He smacks his abs with a hand. “This is creatine, determination, and seven days a week at the gym, baby.”

Jimin flexes his stomach. His chest and abs are toned and well-defined. The low lighting of the bar had done him an injustice that is rectified in the lamp light of the bedroom. There’s a black tattoo on his ribcage that you can’t read, but think looks really good on him anyway.

Jeans slung low on his hips, Jimin shuffles over to the bed. You can see his dick straining against his pants. When he leans over to catch your lips with his, your hand immediately goes to his crotch, gripping gently through the material. He moans into your mouth, the kiss full of spit and your essence.

From the way your hand presses against his straining cock, you can tell Jimin is big. With nervous hands, you pull at his zipper. He pulls away for a moment, leaving you frowning and confused.

“How do you get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, sliding a finger under the strap going across your stomach. “It’s confusing.”

“Like a normal shirt,” you giggle.

“Like a normal shirt,” he mimes in a high-pitched voice. “Off. Wanna see those fucking tits.”

Leaning forward, you help Jimin pull your shirt off, followed by the pink bra with a little bow in the middle. He doesn’t seem to have an appreciation for lingerie, immediately pushing you down by your sternum once you’re fully naked so he can lavish your chest with his mouth.

Jimin’s mouth is always hungry. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and forget that you had been trying to get his pants off. You go limp as his tongue flicks over your pert bud experimentally, his other hand tweaking the opposite peak. Both bring out a response, eliciting a grin from him.

Remembering that Jimin is still in jeans, your hands surge forward, pulling at the zipper. You can see Calvin Klein briefs peaking just out the top of his jeans. With the zipper undone, there’s enough room for you to slide your hand in and grip Jimin’s cock firmly over the fabric of his briefs.

“Shit,” he moans, head resting in the valley of your breasts. “Come on, take my cock out. Wanna stuff that mouth of yours full.”

You don’t hesitate. You help Jimin out of his jeans, momentarily distracted by his powerful thighs and the way they flex as he bends to pull his briefs down. Your mouth goes dry as his heavy cock bobs against his navel when he’s free of his briefs.

Jimin might be a lithe model, but his cock is anything but.

Smooth, heavy, flushed-brown tip, and thick. Your hand goes for it as he crawls up the bed, straddling your waist and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your hand wraps around the velvet shaft, making him twitch a bit. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, watching you give an experimental stroke.

Jimin moans. It’s such a pretty sound. You shift under him to give yourself a better angle. Your hand drifts upward, collecting the pearly precum gathered at his tip. You spread it on his shaft on the downstroke, watching as Jimin’s eyes close, head falling back.

You gather spit in your mouth, letting go of his cock briefly. He looks down as if to chastise you, but before his comment can escape, you spit into your palm and bring it back up to his cock, giving a smooth stroke, grip firmer and more precise as you twist at the head.

“God,” he moans as you watch his muscles spasm in his abs. “Don’t just jerk me off like a middle schooler, put me in your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying. Just suck me off a bit first.”

You huff at his impatience.

Sliding further down the bed, Jimin meets you halfway, lowering a bit so that you can pull the tip of his cock into your mouth for an experimental suck. He curses and you grin, the saltiness on your tongue spurring you to take him in a little further.

It’s a vulnerable angle. Jimin can control the pace and fuck down into your mouth if he wants. Instead, he’s patient as you let the spit collect in your mouth, lifting your head to take a little more in your mouth each time.

Your tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, providing a smooth glide as Jimin helps you out, sinking into your mouth a little more each time. He’s cursing and moaning above you, lost in the way you hollow your cheeks to provide better suction. You’re fascinated by the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and you realize he has a few freckles that are… endearing.

It’s a weird thing to notice, so you suck harder, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Jimin grows more needy, fucking into your mouth so that he’s controlling the pace. You adjust, letting your jaw go slack to accommodate the stretch - and it’s a difficult stretch - making sure to guard your teeth and to let your drool help the glide.

“Your mouth takes my cock so well,” he hums. “How about that throat? Can I fuck that too?”

You nod, which is difficult with a mouth full of Jimin’s precum and cock. He grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom of your jaw gently to adjust the angle and start fucking into your mouth in earnest.

Breathing is difficult - you remind yourself to try and breathe through your nose, letting out little sounds of euphoria around him that rile him up. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs, turned on by the way Jimin growls every time the tip kisses the back of your throat.

Once or twice your throat seizes up around him. He’s careful to pull out and let you breathe for a moment, spit and a little cum leaking down the sides of your mouth and down your chin, tears pooling in your eyes.

With one hand, Jimin slides the glossy tip of his cock through the mess on your chin before tracing your lips a few times, smearing the mess over your swollen mouth.

“Lipstick,” he murmurs, nearly ruining the moment.

Before you can reply, Jimin slides his cock back into the heat of your mouth, sighing in relief as he starts to thrust in earnest again.

Just as the crown of his cock starts to brush the deeper part of your throat, Jimin pulls out, cursing. “Need to fuck this messy pussy of yours or I’ll bust,” he growls. “Turn over for me. Let me see that pretty ass.”

Crawling from underneath him, you do as he says, too eager to care that he’s bossing you around. Your limbs are trembling as you prop yourself up on your knees, ass in the air and chest and head pressed to the bed. You look at him sideways, cheek on the mattress as he settles behind you, hands kneading the fat of your ass, giving you experimental squeezes.

It feels nice, the way his hands soothe your muscles and skate over soft flesh. He gives you an experimental slap and you squeal, making him grin.

“Gunna rearrange your fucking guts,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Wait - condom?”

He gives you a look. “What? Are we in middle school? I’m not fucking you with a condom, I won’t feel shit.”

“What? How do I know if you’re clean?”

“Um, does it look like I have something?”

“You can’t always tell.”

“Well, I don’t have a condom.”

You pause, glaring at him. Neither one of you moves. “Okay, well then pull out.”

He scoffs. “Obviously I’m going to cum in your mouth like a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes. Even though he is wildly attractive and can pull an orgasm out of you with oral, Jimin is still a fucking ass. But he’s an ass who is good at what he does, so you shut up.

Not that you can speak as he runs his cockhead through your wet folds. You moan, hearing how wet you are for him. He pushes the tip of his cock in slightly, just enough to make your hole flutter around him. You gasp, fists twisting in sheets as he sits there, letting you clench and unclench around him.

“Jimin,” you moan.

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Or you’re just gonna get the tip of my cock. I can feel your pussy fucking begging for it. Now you need to ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? Want me to split you open?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck that cervix until you’re screaming?” You pause. He pauses. “Okay that wasn’t very hot, was it?”

“Not really-”

Jimin cuts you off, thrusting in hard on a single upstroke. You gasp, mind going blank and forgetting about his terrible fumble at dirty talk as his cock does hit something inside of you that sends you into a torrent of heat and trembling limbs.

He sets a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his girth. Jimin’s hips piston perfectly against yours, your ass snapping back into his hips with each thrust. You can barely breathe, panting into the sheets as you bounce backward, sharing the effort to meet him for each powerful stroke.

It feels amazing.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the way his cock fills up every part of you, the slide smooth and velvet against your walls, the tip brushing gently against your g-spot every time he thrusts in.

Your stomach feels like it's flipping over and over again, each one of Jimin’s thrusts so deep you swear you feel it in your chest. Your thoughts start to slip away, your front half sinking further into the mattress as Jimin’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“Fuck,” he pants. “This pussy is so fucking tight. You're just fucking taking it and this ass-” he slaps your flesh sharply, making you squeal. “You hear that? Fucking getting clapped.”

You don’t have it in you to be annoyed at him. And he has a point - the slap of hips against ass, balls against pussy is loud.

The same feeling coils in your stomach again. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to breathe around the pleasure and the feeling of Jimin fucking you so full. It winds and winds and winds, and as it’s about to snap, you hold your breath.

Jimin gives a hard thrust followed by another, and you cum with a scream. You go from frozen, clenched muscles to boneless limbs in a moment. Jimin presses his hands into the small of your back, pushing you so far into the mattress that you can barely breathe as you bear his full weight.

With a few disjointed thrusts, Jimin cums, grunting and digging nails into your back.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. You can barely remember where you are, much less ask Jimin to pull his weight off of you to give you air. He’s still pressed into you, the heavy weight of him sinking you further into sweat-soaked sheets.

Jimin relents. He slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel the mess slicking between your legs. It’s sticky and wet, more than you have ever felt before. He falls unceremoniously to the side, nearly wheezing for air.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sweat and sex. Strands of hair and sheets stick to your skin. You shuffle, trying to roll over a bit to look at him. Your limbs are sore and stretched from the press of his hands and the force of his hips spreading yours, but it’s a good sore.

Jimin is flushed, sweaty, and half-asleep. His hand is on his stomach, sticky with cum.

“OH MY GOD YOU DIDN’T PULL OUT!” You scream, sitting up with sheets stuck to your back and hair all over. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Please stop screaming,” he groans, covering his face. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“Well,” he sighs. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again to make you feel better.”

You cross your arms over your chest, heart racing. You stare at Jimin for a moment. Two moments. You drop your arms and lay back on the bed. “Yeah,” you huff. “Fine, whatever.”

Who were you to turn down another round like that? Your ex and his Escalade are long forgotten now.

#jimin x reader #park jimin fanfic #jimin smut #park jimin smut #jimin x you #jimin bts #park jimin bts #jejushore #bts collab

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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jeju shore | a maknae line collab

This season on Jeju Shore, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook fist-pump their way through Labor Day Weekend. 2009 is their fucking year and they are ready to tear up the clubs. Hide your vodka redbulls, your baby oil, and your pink Sony digital camera - the maknaes are in town.

✯ Members: Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook

✯ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios.

✯ Rating: NSFW 18+ Each work features sexually explicit content, recreational drinking and potential drug use, and other adult themes. Each fic will have its own set of warnings.

Stumbling to a bar near you on September 4, 2022.

You DTF? by @sailoryooons

✯ Pairing: Jimin x female reader

✯ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

✯ Genre: pwp, smut, strangers to one-night stand

✯ Read the teaser now!

Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd

✯ Pairing: Taehyung x reader

✯ Summary: Trouble always seems to follow Taehyung. An innocent night of finding new friends to share his alcohol, drugs, and boxy smiles quickly turns into a mess when he accidentally punches you, a poor, unsuspecting club goer, right in the face. Whoops!

✯ Genre: pwp, smut, humor, strangers to lovers

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Heartless by @here2bbtstrash

✯ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

✯ Summary: After a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, Jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

✯ Genre: pwp, smut, toxic exes hooking up

✯ Read the teaser now!

#bts smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts collab

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3lueandgrey · 4 years ago

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so im staying over with the girl im lowkey in love with. for the third time this week. and we're uh. sharing a bed. for the third time this week. and rn we're watching horror movies and she keeps holding my hand and i. can't handle this

#she's going through a lot rn #thats why im staying over #but if circumstances were different im 100% sure i would have kissed her by now #and yes she is still constantly making jokes about me being her boyfriend and her being dtf #i am: struggling ✌#not bts #personal

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theneondemonx · 3 years ago

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JUDAS | JJK

Part One

▽ summary: you’ve always been the type to focus more on your academic career rather than to chase after boys. Kim Namjoon, however, managed to pierce right through the walls you built around yourself and before you knew, you found yourself being the girlfriend of the world’s biggest band’s leader. Nothing and no one can come between the two of you.. or at least this is what you believe to be true until you meet Jeon Jungkook.

▽ genre: angst (there will be tons of it), love triangle, smut, fluff

▽ pairings: idol!namjoon x fem!reader , idol!jungkook x fem! reader

▽ words: 2776

▽ warnings: this chapter doesn’t contain any sensitive topic. However, the next ones will most likely contain smut.

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When you first met Kim Namjoon, you were at a point in life in which dating was not really a priority of yours. Things were going great: you graduated, you started your PhD, you had a nice group of friends and you were overall content with your life. You were way past the point in which you felt the need to have a boyfriend, and that, perhaps, was by itself a signal that you were mature enough to dive into a relationship. A real one. Not those Waterloos you had over the years. In your blissful ignorance, you were pretty sure you didn’t want to commit to something serious anytime soon. I don’t have the time. I want to focus on my studies. I’m like Cher: I do not want to marry a rich man, I’m gonna be the rich man, you know? You used to say this shit all the time while drinking a glass of wine with your collegues like the fine educated lady you were. But the truth was different: you had standards, and most people just didn’t make the cut.

When you met Namjoon, however, it was clear as day that you had found your match. He was smart – way smarter than you were comfortable admitting – and charismatic. He has to have his head up his ass. He has to. He is an idol, for God’s sake! It was almost maniacal the way you felt the need to find some flaw in him, one big enough to make you go “adios bitch”. And a part of you was strangely irritated by the fact that he was giving you zero excuses to abort mission. At the same time, the chemistry between you two was undeniable and everyone could see that, even you, although you were still trying to pull your unbreachable bitch act – a nice alliterative name that Namjoon ironically gave to your attitude after you started dating. Yeah, how did that even happen? How can someone like you – cool, of course, but just a student like many others – gets to know, let alone date, not just an idol, but the leader of the biggest band in the world?

It’s the oldest and less interesting story in the world: mutual acquaintances. Apparently, your professor was married to some big shot in Hybe and the both of you were invited to the same fancy cocktail party at their place. Namjoon was the only BTS attending, probably because having all seven of them would draw too much attention.

Long story short: introductions were made and you found yourself talking about the tragedy that is traffic in Seoul with the leader of BTS. You know.. a classic saturday.

It was so natural, talking to him, that you completely lost track of time and went on for hours until people started going back to their homes. You did not expect him, however, to ask you for your number like.. well, like a normal person who doesn’t have millions of people all over the world willing to pay whatever price just to get a glimpse of him from afar. You gave it to him like nothing, without really expecting anything to come out of it.

He will probably forget about it as soon as he walks out the door. Or maybe he’ll text me something like “dtf?” just cause he thinks he can.

And you were sure he could. After all, he was still Kim Namjoon: if you didn’t want to have sex with him, there were millions of people ready to beg for his dick. But you were so wrong!

He texted you the morning after and set a date for the weekend. For lunch. Damn the man is smart. Always two steps ahead of you and your unreasonable prejudice, which he slowly peeled through layer by layer until you found yourself processing the weirdest shit you’d ever thought possible: you were Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend.

Almost a year later, your relationship was still going strong. It wasn’t easy, balancing your packed schedules and keeping the thing out of the public eye, but you were both willing to put some extra effort to make it work. At first it was weird, having to deal with everything that came with his fame, but you adjusted pretty easily and slowly found your balance inside that messed up world of his. You supported him and he did the same with you, always asking you about your job and getting invested in whatever reasearch you had going on. He liked hearing about those intellectual stuff – like he called them – and bragging to his friends about how smart his girlfriend was. Those friends, of course, included the other members of the band, which you slowly met one by one.

Well.. except for one in particular: Jeon Jungkook. In almost a year of relationship with Namjoon, you’ve never met the man, you’ve never even been in the same room with him. A part of you jokingly referred to him as a collective allucination: he didn’t really exist, BTS had only six members but they somehow managed to convince everyone that they had seven. Tax reasons. Or maybe it was like a Paul McCartney-conspiracy theory thing in which Jeon Jungkook was actually dead and replaced by a convincing lookalike.

It was fun for you, to entertain in such foolish thoughts – or at least it was until you started to find the all thing pretty weird. The first few months, you didn’t really notice or care: BTS members were busy people, you’ll eventually meet him, no big deal. But then you sarted to notice a weird pattern, like somehow Namjoon was going out of his way to not introduce the two of you.

Whenever Jungkook was around, you were either not invited, or quickly – and somewhat naturally – taken away by your boyfriend. But the weirdest thing was that he didn’t even talk about him while you were around. He mentioned him a few times, sure, but it was always to get to another point, which was pretty bizarre since he often shared anecdotes about the other members. And every time you tried to subtly inquire about this misterious Jungkook, Namjoon was always quick to change the topic in the most natural way, not giving you any reason to at least pick on his strange behavior.

Now the thing is this: normally, you wouldn’t really give two shits about the whole thing. You met the others and never felt that much of a need to know about them. They were cool guys and you liked hanging with them, but at the end of the day questions about them wouldn’t for sure keep you awake at night. However, you are the woman who willingly decided to wrote her dissertation on James Joyce’s Ulysses, and that speaks volume about your inability to resist a challange. The more something was kept hidden from you, the more you wanted to know everything about it. The point was not even the thing itself: you were just too curious for your own good.

Sure, you could have asked Namjoon directly, and you obviously thought about it, but you always stepped back from the plan, thinking that this sudden interest might come off as weird. So you decided to take matters into your own hands, because of course you are smart, but you can still be pretty fucking dumb when it comes to the most trivial things in life.

By now you knew Namjoon’s stylist like the back of your hands, since you saw her way more often than you saw your own parents. She was a sweet and caring girl who treated you like a sister since day one, and it wasn’t weird to ask her for some favor from time to time.

“Nuna! Can I ask you something?” you said with simplicity, while rotating the spoon in your cup of coffee. You two met for lunch break that day, like you often did.

“Shoot!” she replied with that usual joyful tone of hers, which gave you the green light to cross your arms on the table and lean a bit forward towards her, as if to say something that had to remain between you two.

“You know.. next Friday will be the anniversary of me and Namjoon’s first meeting and I wanted to do something special.”

“Isn’t it the same day of the concert?” Exactly!

“Yeah.. I know. When the dates came out I knew there was no way in hell we could properly celebrate. But it’s fine. You know.. as long as he keeps his schedule clear for our actual anniversary, I’m good with it. However, I thought I might surprise him backstage after the concert.”

Was it bitchy of you to use that celebration as a way to calm your curiosity? Probably. You definitely thought about the morals of it, but you decided that there was nothing wrong with it. It wasn’t like you were going to hit on his collegue. You just needed to see what was all that fuss about.

“That’s cute. So you need me to pass security?”

You nodded.

“But Namjoon cannot know about it.”

“We can manage that, don’t worry.”

And there you were, standing in the styling room in the backstage of a BTS concert, staring at your boyfriend through a monitor and smiling by yourself. Whenever you saw him perform, you felt so proud of him.

No wonder people love you so much. You work so hard. You deserve everything and more.

At the end of the show, you sniffled a bit, quick to gather a lonely tear forming at the corner of your eye. You always got a bit emotional when you saw him pouring his heart into music, but you were way too proud to admit it. So you sucked it up, clearing your throat and turning to face a mirror in order to check your makeup and hair before the guys came back.

You for sure expected Namjoon to be surprised by your presence, since you never waited for him in the backstage of a concert, but not as much as he looked when he saw you.

The moment he met your smiley face with his gaze, he froze. Whatever he was saying to Jin, suddenly lost in silence. You know when people say “he looked like a deer in headlights”? Yeah.. that was the closest you’ve ever seen someone look like that. Which was utterly weird, considering Namjoon was the type of person who rarely gets caught off guard.

“Y/N! W-what are you doing here?” he managed to finally say, walking towards you with long and quick steps while constantly looking over his shoulders like someone might stab him at any moment.

“Just wanted to surprise you. It’s been one year since the first time we met, so..” you shrugged, smiling like it was nothing, before leaning to place a kiss on his lips. “I saw the concert. Well.. half of it. You were amazing, baby.”

“Uh.. thanks. I.. I’m sorry.. I thought we would meet up later at your place.”

“And miss that face of sheer and absolute terror?” You shook your head, laughing at his reaction. “Never!”

He rolled his eyes, letting a smile form on his lips while he wrapped his arm around your neck.

“JOON, YOU’RE SWEATY!” you cried out, ironically trying to shake him off of you while still laughing.

“Well I guess what goes around comes around, Y/N..”

But your goofing around was soon interrupted by the one voice in the band you knew the less.

“So this is the famous Y/L/N Y/N.” said Jungkook with a calm tone, slowly walking towards the two of you.

You immediatly felt Namjoon stiffen at his voice, his smile quickly turning to a cold inexpressive line while Jungkook stopped right in front of you. The dark maknae’s eyes were piercing through you with such an intensity that you immediatly felt the need to look away. After highschool, you’ve built your self confidence up slowly but surely until things like speaking in public or meeting new people did not make you shy anymore. But there was something in Jungkook that made you feel like you’ve gone back to those old days. He was just so intimidating in the way he carried himself and you couldn’t quite figure out why.

Get a grip on yourself, woman! You are an academic, for God’s sake!

“I was starting to think that Namjoon hyung here had come up with an imaginary girlfriend.” He continued, pointing at Namjoon with a nod while a grin formed on his face.

“Guess all the creativity was sucked up by songwriting then.” You were quick to respond, calling back your composure to step further and bow at the guy. You got up with a confident smile on your face, raising your chin. An attitude which Jungkook seemed to find somewhat amusing, smiling at himself while returning your greeting with a slow bow.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook. Nice to finally meet you.”

And I don’t live under a rock. Nice to meet you too.

You smiled, analyzing his movements and expressions to get a first glimpse of the person behind that well known name. For sure he didn’t look like the adorable little bunny fans made him. More like a snake. But maybe you were prejudiced by your own overthinking about the reasons Namjoon might have had to keep you away from him.

“Cool. You met everyone now, Y/N. How about we go now?” There was no way of ignoring the latent annoyance in Namjoon’s voice, so you nodded. You didn’t want to push the thing any further and now you had enough reasons to at least ask your boyfriend about the obvious coldness between him and his collegue.

You and Namjoon said goodbye to everyone, making your way towards the exit – which for him looked like a glorious escape from Alcatraz, judging from his eyes and the rush in his movements. But just as you were about to walk through the door, Jungkook’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N?”

You turned towards him with a questioning look on your face, without saying anything.

“It’s my birthday next week. I’m throwing a party.” He smiled, looking at Namjoon for a split second before adding “You should come.”

“Mh.. sure. Why not?”

“We are not going to that party, Y/N.”

Ok. That was quick.

And for quick, we are talking about stepping inside the car kind of quick. For some reason, Namjoon was pissed. Pissed like you’ve never seen him before.

“Ok, let’s not beat the bush: what’s the deal, Joon? Is there some kind of cockfight between you and Jungkook going on?”

Namjoon had never been the type to lie or hide stuff from you. He was always pretty much direct, sometimes even too much. But you could tell that this time was different, that he was adamant in keeping whatever that was to himself.

“Can you just, for once, drop it without questioning everything? I don’t wanna go. That’s it.”

You frowned, looking straight at him even though he was keeping his eyes out of the window. He fucked up. He knew. He could feel the death stare without the need to look. You didn’t like that tone, that attitude of “I don’t have to explain myself, just deal with it”.

You might be mr big shot for your fans, but mama didn’t raise no bitch, asshole!

“And what if I wanna go, mh?”

What you gonna do about that, Rap Monster?

Silence fell inside the car after your words. Namjoon was determined not to look at you, like you were Medusa and your eyes could turn him into stone. He was trapped. He knew that if he tried to pull something like “I forbid you to go” he would sound like a douchebag and he would never see the end of it – rightfully so. At the same time, he would have gladly cut off one of his limbs rather than letting you go alone to that party. Checkmate, bitch.

He did not respond. You won. And you knew you won. But deep down you couldn’t help but feel that victory as covered in bitterness. Was it worth it? Was it really worth it to ruin your special day just to go to a party you didn’t even care about? Just to win a petty argument? The fact that he was wrong didn’t mean that you were necessarily right. Maybe you fucked up too, in your way. For sure you didn’t feel good when you found yourself sleeping back to back with Namjoon that night.

But you slept anyway.

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jjk #jk #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #namjoon fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #smut #fluff #jungkook angst #namjoon angst #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #judas

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imeverywoman420 · 3 years ago

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Even when they take medication bipolar/bpd/npd/nft/BTS/dtf/lgbtqia etc parents operate on such a different plane of reality and whenever u talk about it to normies theyre like oh My mom does that sometimes too just talk to her about it im sure she’ll understand :).

My mom tried to kick me out of the house and make me go live with my dad when i was 10 once like just randomly out of the blue we were sitting in the living room then she was like go pack your shit call your dad then after i had cried and been doing this with her for 3 hours she let up and then a week later i got my first period so then she was like “ohh thats why you were so upset last week” like bitch u tried to kick me out the house !

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topconfessions · 4 years ago

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Oooh I can't wait for the list of idols who have hooked up

Disclaimer & warning(s): this tea comes from a popular forum website and a minor sub forum of the website. The person who presented it did her own research and found out through multiple avenues. She gave a disclaimer that this all is subject to change and some of it may not be true or 100% accurate.

as for my disclaimer this is all for entertainment purposes only, all alleged, speculative (for protection*)

Here we go:

(direct copy & paste of her incognito / anon words with some editingn between for editorial purposes)

As of Nov. 2020***

Apparently NCT's Jaemin is going through a break-up right now (presumably with his former co-star Kim Ji-in).

There was a couple between BTS and GFRIEND in the past.

BTS's Yoongi is currently dating a female idol. I'm not sure who.

BLACKPINK's Jisoo and WINNER's Mino had a fling in the past.

SHINEE's Minho has been dating RED VELVET's Irene since 2018.

SEVENTEEN's Mingyu has dated many different girls.

AESPA's Ningning dated NCT's Renjun in the past.

MONSTA X's I.M. either is or was dating a member of TWICE-- this one is unconfirmed!

ATEEZ's Mingi is dating a soloist. I'm not exactly sure who, though!

There is a couple between G-IDLE and ATEEZ.

There were two different couples between EXO and APINK in the past.

There is or was a couple between RED VELVET and GOT7.

MONSTA X's Shownu is nicest to staff, while Hyungwon and Jooheon are allegedly rude to staff. Hyungwon especially so.

GFRIEND, as a group, are apparently one of the most "real" idol groups. This is to say, their on-screen personalities are much like their off-camera ones, for better and for worse.

Both ATEEZ's Yeosang and ATEEZ's Mingi are in relationships right now.

There are rumors that SNSD/GIRLS GENERATION's Yoona is seeing famous K-drama actor Park Seo Joon. This is unverified, though.

BTS's Jungkook is currently single. For a while, he'd been caught up in a past long-term relationship that was very messy. I'm talking about a dynamic that was the definition of on-and-off. For four whole years. The relationship was well-known among info collectors, and was allegedly very dramatic. Constant arguing. By all accounts, they're better off without one another.

sidenote: flirty, passionate in bed, great kisser, cums early, easily embarrassed, engages in oral from receiving, will sleep with a foreigner, especially if you speak korean. will let you sit on his face, dtf, he drinks in general (alcohol)

NCT's Jaehyun does date around a lot, as I mentioned in my original post. That being said, I think he is misunderstood. There are a lot of rumors out there that are just completely ridiculous. He's not one to reach out to others, and it's very easy for him to disengage from people who bore or disrespect him. Overall, he is friendly but won't hesitate to cut others off-- platonically or romantically-- if they upset him or get upset at him.

Kai having been in four relationships, total, with other idols, which seems like a reasonable number. Krystal and Jennie are already known, of course

According to what the accounts I follow say, it is very difficult to find (reliable) information on the older members of NCT. As far as info collectors know, Taeil hasn't dated anyone-- at least in years, and no one knows the identity of Johnny's current girlfriend, just that he is seeing someone. Taeyong is apparently single right now.

Generally, female idols receive more "kudos" in their circles for dating actors of chaebol's sons than other male idols. Conversely, male idols seem to go after pretty trainees and back-up dancers. Unfortunately, so many young trainees are unprotected-- the girls especially.

#nct #red velvet #apink #itzy #bts #kpop #k-pop #blackpink #korean pop #ateez #seventeen #monsta x #exo #sm entertainment

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thelarryficrecplace · 5 years ago

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2019 Summer fics I’ve read and enjoyed

Hello friends! As some of you might know already, I took a small break from Tumblr and Fic reading as I had to focus on life for a few months. Honestly, I was almost sure I was going to delete this blog after coming back from travelling but now I’m home it turns out I’m more into reading fics than ever so here’s some fics I’ve read after my break that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed:

Delicate by FallingLikeThis:

Summary: They say opposites attract.

Maybe that’s why nerdy, shy Harry Styles has such a huge crush on rough, brash Louis Tomlinson.

And now, he's stuck in a lift with him.

Word count: 1,492

2,870 Miles by SadaVeniren:

Summary: Harry hated the BT Sports commentators, but considering he couldn’t fly to Baku while eight months pregnant this was all he had if he wanted to watch his husband in the Europa League final.

Word count: 1,508

Moon Dances Over by LadyLondonderry:

Summary: Louis knows that his tail is, frankly, stunning. His iridescent blue scales shimmer in even the slightest sunlight, and his fins have grown since he presented, delicate and almost transparent in their webbing.

He also knows that that means he’ll be one of the first to pick tonight, as the most beautiful omegas are blessed to pick their mates first. It’s considered a huge honour, since the guppies they’ll eventually birth will certainly be beautiful as well, bringing favour on the whole clan.

Louis has a stubborn streak, though. He’s always been rather a fan of mating for love, and there’s someone he’s had his eye on for a long time now.

Word count: 1,982

On the edge of the next nine years by forreveries:

Summary: In which Harry and Louis come out at the Met Gala.

Word count: 2,503

Public Display of Erection by dinosaursmate:

Summary: Louis has moved into his new flat and is surprised by what he witnesses out of his window.

Word count: 2,283

White Stripes by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry’s roommate is gorgeous, kind, generous, and basically everything Harry has ever wanted in another alpha. The only problem is that he isn’t even sure that his alpha roommate is into other alphas. In an effort to finally get over him, he lets Niall set him up on a blind date.

Word count: 3,148

or are you giving it to someone else by louistomlinsons:

Summary: or, louis hears his neighbor having loud sex through the walls and it's not a problem until it is

Word count: 3,337

Understanding Silences by Jennifer_Kaid:

Summary: Staring at the black swirling ink was something everyone did, fantasizing the voice speaking those words, picturing the scenario that would lead them to find their soulmate. Harry did that too, only, he wondered why would those be his soulmate's first words. It was not a light curiosity, it was big question in his life.

Word count: 3,486

tiny exaggeration by jaerie:

Summary: Louis is frustrated that they've been dating for months and still haven't taken their relationship to the next level. Sometimes the foolishness of the past lingers in the present. Louis wants that to change.

Word count: 3,812

Roll the Dice by allwaswell16:

Summary: Louis has been in love with Harry since they were eighteen. It isn't until Harry's thirtieth birthday in Las Vegas that Louis must finally decide to either tell Harry how he feels or let him marry someone else.

Word count: 3,870

getting high in mine by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Getting home from a festival is miserable by any method, but a three-hour train ride is truly the bottom of the barrel.

This time, though, with the help of the cute guy sitting on the floor, it might not be so bad.

Word count: 3,951

Nothing Can Come Between by HamPalpert:

Summary: Louis comes over for film night, and Harry keeps his hands to himself. Literally. But what's supposed to be a secret self-love session quickly spirals out of control.

Word count: 4,121

take on me by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Louis is an assassin. Normally, he's a very good assassin. This hasn't happened to him before.

Word count: 4,155

hard for me to know i might see you around by coffeelouis (silverspoonharry):

Summary: [or, a TINDER AU where Harry swipes left on Louis' joke of a profile, then ends up stuck next to him on a trans-Atlantic flight.]

Word count: 4,204

Home Remedies by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Louis’ hiccups just won’t stop. Harry, his roommate and best friend, is willing to do anything to help.

Word count: 4,230

Finally Their Time by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes):

Summary: (Or, Harry and Louis attend the Met Gala together, and suddenly the whole world knows)

Word count: 4,230

Stealing Flowers by lululawrence:

Summary: Or the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.

Word count: 4,287

to be a king beside you somehow by nauticalleeds (metamorphosis):

Summary: Or, Harry and Louis come out at the 2019 Met Gala. It's not supposed to be easy. Somehow, it is.

Word count; 4,723

bloom! by turnyourankle:

Summary: Harry is a florist, and Louis is the very taken repeat customer he can't get out of his head.

Word count: 4,835

My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else by SilverShadow1:

Summary: The one where Harry screams, 'Daddy!' at a party and what follows is the best night of his life.

Word count: 4,963

Whisk me off my feet by allwaswell16:

Summary: When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

Word count: 5,054

Thumbing My Way Back to You by 13ways:

Summary: Louis is on his way back to London after the Hits Live Birmingham concert. Harry is flying to New York for the Met Gala. They connect.

Word count: 5,286

I’ll Show You Magic by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Louis didn’t mean to go home with a Muggle, and he didn’t mean to sneak out of his flat in the morning. He definitely didn’t mean to wind up in that same flat a month later, attempting to steal a magical object before the Muggle gets home.

Word count: 5,330

Hey, Mr. DJ by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry really, really does NOT want to go out to a club tonight and be hassled by a bunch of alpha knotheads, but against his better judgement, he finds himself alone on the dance floor, barefoot, with an orange in his hand. This is all Niall's fault. At least the DJ is the most strikingly gorgeous alpha he's ever seen...

Word count: 5,513

wild love twisting all over for you by angelichl:

Summary: Harry and Louis meet on the set of a video.

Word count: 6,067

Easier by allwaswell16:

Summary: The last person Louis wants to see is his ex-boyfriend who also happens to be his soulmate.

Word count: 6,148

burnt & tied up by tilthesundies:

Summary: Come to the show tonight, Harry told him. Begged him. Pleaded with him.

Louis isn’t doing this for him.

Word count: 6,327

Won't You Love Me? by Halos_Boat:

Summary: Where Louis is Spider-Man, Harry is oblivious, Liam has a problem with communicating his feelings, Zayn is frustratingly handsome and Niall has a pet turtle.

Word count: 6,478

Stay forever by allwaswell16:

Summary: For the last year and a half, Harry has spent his coffee break at the same cafe every day, not because he loves their coffee, but rather because of the gorgeous omega behind the counter making the coffees. As a beta, he’s sure he doesn’t stand a chance with him, so he goes online to find as close a substitute as possible.

Word count: 6,481

Graphic design is my passion by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Graphic design student Louis Tomlinson has exams to study for and final art projects to complete, if it would stop raining long enough for him to walk across campus. Luckily Harry Styles has an umbrella, and he’s perfectly willing to share.

Louis doesn’t plan to get his heart broken and he doesn’t plan to make almost a hundred silicone dildos. One of these things definitely happens.

Word count: 6,482

'Sup by MediaWhore:

Summary: Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

Word count: 6,712

Act Out by feermartsant:

Summary: Harry and Louis try to spice it up a little for their 10th year marriage anniversary. Cliché role play ensues.

Word count: 6,721

Traffic Light by dinosaursmate:

Summary: Harry, a university student fresh out of a relationship, attends a Traffic Light Party. He knew all about the red, yellow and green cups, but the blue one confuses him. What does DTF mean, anyway?

Word count: 7,120

streetwise hercules by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to scare away his one night stands.

Word count: 7,272

A Little Bit Like Fate by Galaxie:

Summary: Louis stumbles upon a kiss-in protest for LGBTQ rights, and he meets Harry. They click. It feels a little bit like fate.

Word count: 7,744

i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved by werebothstubborn:

Summary: Louis has a brilliant idea. Harry begs to differ. Until he doesn't.

Word count: 8,376

The Charles Compass Trilogy by SadaVeniren:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a successful writer who rents a beach house on the Cape to try and finish the final book in his successful Charles Compass trilogy.

Word count: 8,671

The way you smile by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry doesn’t need to go on holiday. Unfortunately, his mum and sister disagree, which is how he ends up alone on holiday in the Caribbean. Luckily, he's not alone for long.

Word count: 9,619

You Turned Up (Like a Friend of Mine) by lululawrence:

Summary: Or the one where Harry disappears on graduation day only to show up on Louis' door looking exactly the same ten years later. Through a series of strange events, maybe they can finally figure out that they're destined to be together, no matter what.

Word count: 10,070

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry's a barman at Flaming Saddles, a country and western themed gay bar.

Louis’ a customer who’d like to see if the tall barman is as good on the ropes as everyone says he is...

Word count: 10,222

Everything I need I get from you by jaerie:

Summary: In a world where music and sound are just as vital to health as food, Harry is stuck in a town that thinks professional music is a scam and a relationship he never wanted. One chance event changes his life.

Word count: 10,456

all the strings attached by floweredhalo:

Summary: “He wasn’t good enough for you anyway, H,” Louis says and continues eating. Harry’s still reeling from the fact that Louis is jealous. Part of him wants to prove that Louis has nothing to be jealous about, that Harry is fully Louis’ and no one else’s. The other part wants to punish Louis for acting spoiled. But Harry can’t act on either urge, he tightens his hand into a fist in his lap instead.

“No, he wasn’t. He didn’t quite fit the job.”

“Harry, it wouldn’t be a job to date you. It would be lovely,” Louis says, almost in a whisper. They’re sitting closer, Harry just now notices. Louis’ body is completely angled towards Harry and Harry’s body is not far behind.

Word count: 10,517

come together by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven't talked.Their coming group project is gonna change that.

Word count: 11,079

couldn't be more in love by cabinbythesea:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is thirty-one. Harry Styles is not. (Best friends with a seven year age gap who fuck because they are both actually smitten and, let’s face it, hot as fuck together).

Featuring an engagement ring without actually being engaged, a Medicine by Harry Styles reference, and a painful playlist.

Word count: 11,502

Eyes Wide Open by lovelarry10:

Summary: The X Factor House. Louis wanks. Harry watches. Everything changes...

Word count: 12,046

Waste the Night by wickedarcher_08:

Summary: Harry is excited to finally see his favourite band in concert and his favourite person, the guitarist of the band, Louis Tomlinson. Little does he know what the night has in store for him.

Word count: 12,196

Breathe In, Breathe Out by dinosaursmate:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson begins visiting a new pub on his lunch break, mostly because he really fancies Harry, the cute, curly-haired barman. As Louis gears up to ask him out, he doesn't realise that there is a huge stumbling block in his way: Harry is taken, and by someone rather familiar.

Word count: 12,408

No Bunny But You by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks):

Summary: A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.

Word count: 13,043

In a sky full of stars, be my Northern lights by we_are_the_same:

Summary: Harry: Hello! Harry: Thank you for swiping right Harry: I have a proposition for you

Word count: 13,420

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren:

Summary: aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

Word count: 13,444

The Boy With The Pearl Earring by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry heads home after the Met Gala to get ready for the After Party, but there's a surprise waiting for him...

Word count: 14,252

just one look (and i fell so hard) by disgruntledkittenface:

Summary: Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

Word count: 15,274

tonight's not over (come over and stay) by louistomlinsons:

Summary: or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

Word count: 16,990

Fiction Romance by rougeandtonic:

Summary: Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who've sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can't understand why he's sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

Word count: 17,560

I Want You S'more by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where the least alpha-y alpha and the least omega-y omega show that secondary genders aren’t set in stone and sometimes it works when you kinda share that.

Word count: 17,939

You Have to Retreat to Advance by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where Harry is expected to bring his longterm omega to the company's mountain retreat. Since he hadn't told anyone that they'd broken up months ago, he now has to find someone willing to play the part.

Word count: 18,056

Leather And Lace by DEAdea:

Summary: Or a short BDSM AU where Louis wants someone to make him forget how to speak and Harry will do everything to make him say all the words.

Word count: 19,319

say that you can see me (i'll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis (silverspoonharry):

Summary: [or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]

Word count: 20,053

Be Mine, Dear by louisgrindsonharry:

Summary: The one where Louis just wants to meet his mate, and all it takes is for him to get a new neighbor.

Word count: 20,104

Drunk in Love (last thing I remember) by MrsStylinson:

Summary: Or the one where Louis wakes up, naked, in a stranger's bed and has no idea how he got there. Maybe it's foul play. Maybe it's just the kindness of a handsome stranger amused by his drunken antics.

Word count: 22,102

I Drove All Night (To Get To You) by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry’s job as a chauffeur for the rich and famous was not as flashy as he’d thought. Late nights having to listen to the ridiculous demands and whims of these high profile clients leaves him disheartened with the world he thought was all glitz and glamour.

One night his boss asks him a favour. To collect one last client before he clocks off. Only problem is when that client gets into the car it’s Louis Tomlinson. As in Harry’s all time crush. As in future husband and father of all his children Louis Tomlinson.

He can be cool and professional, right?

Word count: 23,481

The Daddiest Place on Earth by lovelarry10:

Summary: Louis. Harry. Instagram. A whole lot of confusion and a whole lot of laughs...

Word count: 23,558

Whipped Cream by writingstylinson:

Summary: [Harry is a deaf photographer in charge of taking Lottie's wedding pictures. Louis is determined for Harry to be his plus one.

Word count: 24,186

I Can Be Your Hero Baby (Just Let Me Get My Sword) by CalamityK:

Summary: Or that AU where Louis is a private investigator with London's biggest crime boss out for his head, and Harry is the Musketeer he accidentally calls through time to save him.

Word count: 24,531

you are half of me (and I am all for you) by angelichl:

Summary: One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

Word count: 24,731

(Something's Been) Hiding In My Heart by lululawrence:

Summary: Or a Sweet Home Alabama AU where Louis comes home to finally get his divorce from Harry finalized so he can move on with his life. Alderford holds its own set of challenges when he returns, but by facing his past maybe he can find the healing he so desperately needs.

Word count: 25,569

Play Me A Memory by jacaranda_bloom:

Summary: Louis lives with his nine-year-old son Jake in a peaceful beachside community on the east coast of Australia, working as an entertainment coordinator at the local five-star resort. Harry is a recluse who lives on millionaires row and writes musical scores for blockbuster movies. When the roots of a wayward willow tree create havoc at his home, Harry is forced to stay at the resort while repairs are carried out.

Cue matchmaking storms, muffin preferences, laughter, love, and a whole lotta music.

Word count: 26,932

And That's The Tea by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

Word count: 27,590

i can reflect the moon by bitterlee:

Summary: it's 1976. harry writes songs. they're about louis. it's none of his business.

Word count: 28,577

gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by resurrectdead:

Summary: or: Harry is a hot mess. Liam is a brilliant roommate. Niall is a wise lesbian co-worker. Clifford is a good boy. Louis is a bad boy. Circumstances are bizarre.

Word count: 29,940

the act of making noise by suspendrs:

Summary: Or, Louis's famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont.

Word count: 32,084

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

Word count: 32,354

Latching Onto You by reminiscingintherain:

Summary: Or, the one where Louis wants to book Harry Styles to perform at his best friends' wedding.

Word count: 34,313

Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory:

Summary: As an engagement gift from his parents, Harry and his fiance receive an all expenses paid cruise trip for two. But one week before they're set to sail, Harry walks in on his fiance cheating on him. Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

Word count: 34,753

Counterbalance by YesIsAWorld:

Summary: Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

Word count: 44,777

That's What I'm Here For by taggiecb:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Word count: 46,838

Tied to Fate by littlelouishiccups:

Summary: After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him.

Word count: 52,313

Shine On (You Crazy Diamond) by larrymaybe22

Summary: The year is 1974 and Britain’s glam rock scene is in full swing. Enter Louis, a broke and dejected student who finds himself on a tour bus of all places, working as a roadie for the enigmatic “womanizer” Harry Styles. Along the way, Louis discovers the cruelty of fame and that maybe there is more than meets the eye beyond the curls, cocaine, and crazy suits.

Word count: 58,750

waiting for the tides to meet by nauticalleeds (metamorphosis):

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

Word count: 59,871

Becoming Us by sweariwouldnt:

Summary: Married at First Sight is a television show in which hopefuls looking for The One are matched by experts deeming them to be the perfect match. The twist? They meet each other for the first time at the altar. When they exchange their 'I do's'. And get married for real.

One Harry and Louis find each other at the altar. They have five weeks to make or break the set-up marriage.

Word count: 59,880

Consequences by allwaswell16:

Summary: Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

Word count: 78,566

Face Your Fears by SadaVeniren:

Summary: Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

Word count: 92,219

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore:

Summary: As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Word count: 113,303

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10:

Summary: “Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Word count: 117,895

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