KSAJSLIFJASLFJILEWJGOIWJIOGNVONGNDFGOI AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *UGLY CRYING*

KSAJSLIFJASLFJILEWJGOIWJIOGNVONGNDFGOI AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *UGLY CRYING* *UNCONTROLLABLE SOBS* *BELLS RINGING* *AMBULANCE SIREN* *CAR CRASH* *END OF THE F*CKING WORLD*

my head is exactly like that. thanks for breaking me.

WELL. in this essay i will complain about reading things with children is not my fav but never fails to make me SOFT. but THIS ONE. fuck. i would never in a lifetime forgive jungkook for breaking my heart like that (yes yes i would im just too stubborn) because it hurt sO MUCH like hell but the enDING AAAAAA i hate it here. i just hate. thank you so much for writing and suffering and yeah.

i can’t wait to tell you, i told ya.

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, angst, crack, idiots [i say that with luv for my characters] word count: 16.2k  rating: pg-13 tags/warnings: singledad!Jungkook, bestfriend!Reader, a child [Mai] is present throughout the entire story, implication of absent birth mother, serial dater JK, so much pining, pg cussing like three times, conversation about sleeping around/risking pregnancy, legal-aged drinking and getting drunk, hurtful words, heated argument, isolation, blurb about reader struggling to eat, Mai experiences anxiety [I promise she is okay]..kind of a tongue kiss, lots of cheesey…much fluff and angst all because muster JK wrecked me

credits: the picture of JK is from tearleaves blog [literally love their blog sm] I made the banner [I am not a graphics profesh smh]

Thank you to the realest one, @hyungieyoongi, for not only wanting to beta-read this insanity for me when I enlisted her for help but for hyping me up while doing it. Her editing gave this story clarity ;; I will only allow myself to be bias-wrecked by Yoongi if it’s coming from you :p

a/n: I have to make this disclaimer just due to the warnings above; the portrayal of Jungkook in this story is purely fictional and does not reflect who he is in real life nor do I claim to believe it does. Also, this story is not apart of my dad!bts series, it actually follows his summer scenario. GUYS. I wish I was kidding when I say that this story was simply created because I was under the influence of sowoozoo/muster JK. I am so beyond excited to share this cracked out fic with you, I truly hope you all enjoy it and just have fun reading it. Please drop a line to let me know what you think! It would mean the world honestly. ok les get it~

“You’re doing a great job, Jungkook,” you pat his tattooed arm.

Jungkook looks back at the drawing, giggling to himself. Caught in his stupor and the innocence of his daughter, he comes to, looking at you; “these last seven years would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t have you though.”

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CUTE!!!!

pink | kth x reader

prompt: kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it pairing: kim taehyung x reader genre: friends to lovers, fluff wc: 511 words rating: NC-17 warnings: kissing, alcohol consumption a/n: third one is here! i’ll be taking a break from drabble posting next friday so i hope everyone enjoys this!

“So if someone tells you that pigs can fly, you’ll believe them?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and fell back against the cushions dramatically. 

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Taehyung fingering u while ur in zoom class,,,,this came to me as i spaced out in class

— contents and warnings: small praising kink, fingering, boyfriend!taehyung, pwp

— words; 1.6k

Thank you for your request, baby!!

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You were quick to check if your microphone was still off when your boyfriend walked into the bedroom.

“I’m in class,” you mumbled, your voice a bit more bitter than you’d like. You were sprawled on the bed with your laptop heated and resting against your stomach, the screen lowered so you could pretend to pay attention to whatever it was that your professor was saying. You were in class, yes, but it certainly didn’t look like it.

Taehyung laughed at your position, and started walking towards the other side of the bed. “That explains your delightful mood.”

You hummed, eyes still stuck to the small squares on your screen. Every once in a while, you sat up on the bed and turned your camera back on (since your professor almost popped a vein every time he saw that someone had turned it off) but, for the time being, he was too focused on his explanation to care about that. You were off the hook for maybe twenty more minutes, and no one had to see your zombified face for now.

Your sleeping schedule had been absolute chaos since the beginning of the pandemic and the responsibility of an early class wouldn’t make a difference at that point — so, that night, you went to sleep at four knowing fully well that you’d have to be up at seven, and it worked just as well as anyone with a half functioning brain cell would expect. You were awake, but only physically.

The voice of your professor was a monotone, flat and repetitive melody to your ears. Absent-minded, your eyes darted from the screen and towards your boyfriend when Taehyung threw himself on the bed next to you. With interest, he placed his head on your shoulder and looked at the screen, trying to piece together the information on the slideshow.

“This looks really boring,” he commented, fumbling close to you. If your camera had been on, everyone else would think you were in an earthquake, from how much the bed was shaking under his movements. He turned to you. “And you look really annoyed.”

You sneered. “I’m glad it’s obvious. Too much emotional energy is wasted in these calls,” you complained. You did not know how your colleges managed to keep such neutral faces during online classes, it seemed like it took everything in you to look remotely pleasant and fight against your resting bitch face. “I’ll be free in twenty minutes, then I’ll help you with lunch.”

“I was thinking that maybe today we could order something,” Taehyung said, his hand finding its place on your hip bone. A bit of sleep left your body at the contact, his warmth radiating through your thin sweatshorts. “From that restaurant you like from down the street.”

Your mouth salivated at the thought. “That’d be wonderful, actually.”

He hummed, burying his face on your neck. His hot breath sent shivers up and down your skin, his voice vibrating against your flesh as he spoke. “I don’t like when you’re down,” he told you. “I’m just trying to cheer you up.”

It took everything in you not to moan at the feeling. Taehyung knew very well how much your neck was sensitive, and the little demon was doing it on purpose. “I appreciate it,” you managed to say, even if your voice wasn’t as firm as you’d like.

“There’s other ways that I could try and make you feel better.” His hand slithered closer to your center, and stopped right underneath your belly button. With your computer placed in front of you, you could only feel as he made his way down, brushing against the thick fabric of your shorts. “If you want, of course.”

Another glimpse to check if the camera and the microphone were off and you already had your answer. “I’d love that.”

With a wicked smirk, Taehyung shuffled closer so he could place kisses on your neck — hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses that made your legs weak. You bit your lip as his hand moved underneath the hem of your pants, placing itself between your shorts and your underwear.

A wave of heat ran through your body when his middle finger pressed down against your clit and started to trace small circles on it, faint motions that made your head spin. The fabric numbed the sensation a bit, but it was enough to make the first shocks of pleasure and anticipation appear.

“Don’t tease,” you asked, already a bit breathless.

You were a bit embarrassed to say it out loud — even though you were sure that your boyfriend already knew it — but you were already wet just by having his mouth on your neck, reddening your skin with every tender suck. He didn’t need much effort down there.

You made a mental note to cover your neck with your hair if you had to turn the camera back on.

Taehyung chuckled, his breath coming out hot against your neck. “Baby, I already am. Sorry.” His finger worked at a turtle pace, pressing down just right to make your hips buckle up, fighting for more contact. “Do you want me to keep going?”

You swallowed hard. “Yes, please.”

Since Taehyung wasn’t planning to make you even more irritated with his prolonged provocations, he was merciful and pulled your panties to the side, his digits traveling downwards. He moaned in delight when his index found your entrance, soaking him with your juices.

“Such a good girl, always so wet for me,” he praised, his voice deep and velvety. It was driving you crazy. “Pay attention to class while I finger you, baby.”

You had almost forgotten you even were in a zoom class and, when Taehyung sunk two of his fingers inside you, you forgot about it all over again. Overwhelmed, your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his long, slender feelings spreading you open, digging inside you and curving just at the right spot that made you see stars. Taehyung had done that enough times to know where your body reacted the most, where he had to touch and press to have you a whining mess beneath him.

A hoarse grunt vibrated in his throat as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, imagining how it would feel to have you clenching around his cock instead. But that morning wasn’t about him, and Taehyung was patient enough to wait until after lunch to have you bent over and crying to be fucked. That morning, he only wanted to make you cum.

“Feels good, baby?” He asked, merciless with his movements. His hands were so big that his thumb didn’t have any problem finding your clit, putting some pressure on it as he continued to finger your pussy.

You whimpered and moaned, rolling your hips against his hand in a faithless prayer for more. At his question, you only found the force within you to desperately nod.

“You’re so pretty… and you feel so good, baby…” he mumbled to himself, his eyes closing at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. Inside his pants, his cock was hard and aching to be surrounded by your wetness; throbbing and leaking. “You’re such a good girl. Such a pretty little thing.”

“Taehyung,” you called his name and, for a moment, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. The pressure on your lower back was building up at every new thrust of his fingers inside you, and the sounds of your wetness erased your thoughts for a second. “I’m so close.”

“Wanna cum around my fingers, baby?” Taehyung’s voice was hoarse, vibrating against your skin as his mouth relentlessly marked your neck. Your class had long been forgotten, and you couldn’t even open your eyes and look at the screen. Not that you wanted to. You wanted to succumb to him. “Uh? Want to make a pretty mess on my fingers for me?”

You gasped at his words, your thighs already shaking with your upcoming release. His fingers were so big, they felt so good inside you that you could barely think straight. “Yes, please, Taehyung.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, adding a bit more pressure against your clit. The movement made your hips perk up, and your computer almost fell from your chest. “Let it go, baby. Relax. I got you.”

And you did as he said. You came around his fingers as your hand flew to your mouth, muffling your blissful cries as your pussy clenched around him, lower body buckling up and rolling against his final pumps in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, his cock throbbing at the feeling of you soaking his fingers, and he waited for your breaths to settle before he spoke up.

“Better?” He asked, placing a final pec against the skin of your neck, which now blossomed in purples and reds after his attack.

Your eyes opened lazily and for a second you didn’t find your voice. “So much better. That was great.”

Taehyung leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your lips. “I like to see my girl happy,” he said tenderly. His hand slithered out of your underwear, making you feel awfully empty, and he sat up in bed. “Now, you enjoy those final minutes of your class. I’m gonna get us some food.”

“Thanks, baby,” you said, like you would ever be able to think about any subject after that. “You know my order, right?”

He rolled out of the bed with a swift movement. “Yes, Miss.” Taehyung pointed at your computer. “Now, pay attention. Your tuition isn’t cheap.”

You giggled, and your eyes followed him as he left the bedroom.

When Taehyung arrived at the corridor, he looked down at the tent in his pants and realized he might need to make a quick stop in the bathroom before he could even think about ordering food.

this made my day when i was feeling sad. so first of all, thank you!

i appreciate a lot when people don't need a solid or magnific reason to hate or dislike somebody, because this happens in real life!! also, i understand a lot this y/n because i spent a little time hating my roommate too (thank god we didn't fell in love) lol. Also, the slow and meaningful way jungkook fell in love made it even more significant than just ending there, after the three days. it kinda shocked me cause i was waiting for this ending but this was way more beautiful and soothed my heart.

Euphoria | jjk

❥ Summary; There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’   

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

❥ Roommate!AU | M.list | word count; 7.6k

❥ Jeon Jungkook x Reader; angst, douche Jungkook, enemies to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, smut, he’s actually a softie

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Night Owls

Genre: College AU/Fluff Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Word Count: 1289 

“Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am” - @dailyau

A broad expanse of blackness consumes the city, any trace of natural light swallowed, and hints of pink and purple that painted the sky just hours ago have been completely wiped out. Glancing over to the clock on the night table, you mentally organise your time for the rest of the night. It is during these ungodly hours of the night, that you find you work most efficiently.

It’s an unhealthy habit that you’ve become accustomed to, leaving you attending lectures the next day riding on only two to three hours of sleep at most, and then catching up on the rest of it as soon as you reach the apartment, feet automatically guiding you towards the bed.

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first date with Jungkook drabble

pairing: jungkook x reader | jungkook x oc genre: fluff  word count: 1k

“Okay,” Jungkook sighs. “I’m gonna go.”

Your chest aches from the defeat in his eyes. He blames himself for the way things went horribly wrong tonight and you just want to hold him in your arms and tell him it’s alright. He nods to the black jacket in your arms, his jacket. He lets you have it after spilling chocolate milkshake on your blouse earlier, almost bursting into tears right then and there. You had to reassure him that it was okay and that the stain will come off anyway, even though you know it probably won’t. “You can keep that. Sorry again. About everything.”

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, sends you a sad smile before walking down the street. You watch him kick little rocks off the pavement as he walks.

“Wait!”

You run after and stand before him, hands to his chest. He’s standing there confused, brows raised, “What’s wrong? Isn’t this where you stay? Oh my god I got the wrong building.” His eyes grow wide in horror.

“No no,” You giggle when he sighs in relief, running his hand through his already messy hair. “It’s the right building.”

“Oh…so…?”

“I just wanted to know when our next date will be.”

“Next date?” He looks at you then scoffs, like he thinks you’re joking. But you’re not. And the smile quickly disappears from his face when you nod. “You want to go out with me, again?”

You nod again and he shakes his head, casting his eyes down to the ground with his brows furrowed, looking perplexed. He glances at the stain on your blouse then dart his eyes back up at you questioningly.

The milkshake wasn’t all. He had made surprise reservations at a seafood restaurant only to find out when you’re there that you’re allergic to seafood. On a weeknight, it was almost impossible to find a nice restaurant available for walk-ins. And he wasn’t about to let you wait in line for hours on your first date.

You end up eating at a 24-hour diner nearby. You honestly didn’t mind, it wasn’t that bad. But Jungkook didn’t think so. You could see from the way he barely touched his food, that he was upset. With himself mostly. How could he not have known you were allergic to seafood?

“How would you have known? It’s our first date, silly!” You tried to raise his spirits a little, shoving his shoulder playfully. There was a tiny smile tugging at the ends of his lips.

Then it was the ice-cream. After getting your cone, you waited by the side of the ice-cream truck for him to get his change, but he turns too quickly and trips over the curb of the pavement, bumping into you and knocking your ice cream onto the ground.

You looked at him right after and his eyes were wide, distraught all over his face. “Oh my god.” He muttered.

“It’s fine. Accidents happen.” You told him. “We can get something else!”

So you walked over to the nearest cafe and got milkshakes. You headed over to a bench at the park, and he lets out a sigh of relief because nothing’s going to go wrong now. You talk for good ten minutes before he knocks over his milkshake by accident and it spills all over the table. And on you.

He hides his face in his hands before scrambling to his feet to your side, taking a piece of the wet tissue from the packet you took out to help you wipe the liquid off. He frowns realising it won’t be coming off anytime soon.

“I should send you home.” He says, dejected.

Jungkook’s competitive and a perfectionist. He works hard to get straight As, all the teachers love him and he’s great at sports. But tonight was just one of those nights. You never really thought Jungkook to be the type of guy who messes up on a first date. But it’s rather endearing.

He’s certain you’d never want to waste your time with him again. “Why would you want to go out with me after tonight? I messed up.”

“So?” You shrug. “Who doesn’t mess up?”

“It was a disaster. I didn’t get to bring you to a nice restaurant, have proper dessert and on top of all of that I spilled milkshake on you. Chocolate milkshake. On your white blouse!”

“Jungkook I-”

“I’m sorry things turned out the way it did tonight. If I knew things were gonna be so bad I…I wouldn’t have asked you out.” He gulps. “I totally get it if you don’t want to see me again. I’m such a loser-”

“Jungkook,” You sigh, grabbing hold of his hands. He chews on his bottom lip. “You’re not a loser. I don’t care about some fancy restaurant. I don’t care that you messed up tonight.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t. I really like you Jungkook.” You look at him shyly. “I really really like you.”

“You do?” Jungkook looks at you in disbelief. He had worked up the courage of asking you out after having a crush on you for the longest time. You’ve known him since high school but ended up in the same college and for the past six months he’d only managed a hello or goodbye when he sees you in chemistry class. He can’t process the fact that you’re confessing to him after a disaster of a date he put you through. “Are you sure cause I-”

You kiss him to shut him up, hands on either side of his face, tip-toeing so you can reach him. He freezes at first but when he feels your soft lips moving against his, he kisses you back, snaking his arms around your waist to pull you closer till there’s no gap between you. You sigh into the kiss and he smiles before you finally pull away.

“Wow,” he breathes, “you really do like me.”

You laugh and it’s like music to his ears. “You’re an idiot, you know that? I’ve liked you since high school and you think one bad night is going to make me change my mind?”

“Wait, since high school?”

“Yeah I know,” you sigh, looking anywhere but at him. “I’m the loser.”

“No but I’ve liked you since high school too.” His face is the brightest it has been the whole night.

“So I guess we’re both losers?”

“We can be losers together,” He says, pulling you by the waist so your foreheads are touching. His lips ghost over yours with new found confidence. “Wanna have lunch tomorrow?”