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opposable - JJK | M

↣ You’re invited to attend a high society dinner event, everyone is excited to meet your classy boyfriend but there’s just one problem: you don’t have one. Although your scruffy best friend could help, right?

pairing: zookeeper!jungkook x reader

genre: crack, fluff, smut, angst, bff2l

word count: 7.5K

warnings/tags: fake dating au, childhood friends au, rich!Y/N, sweetheart!JK, inexperienced!Y/N, JK handles the primates, mean coworkers, manhandling, sexual tension, strong language, explicit smut- rough sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, hickeys, scent kink, spanking, spit kink, oral (f & m), face fucking, unprotected sex

a/n: based on a dream I had…

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“Could you just come over?”

“Wha-Wait stop it Dea! Oh I’m so sorry sweetheart!”

You roll your eyes, tapping your foot on the tiles impatiently as you pull the phone away from your face to check if he’s still on the line because it’s suddenly too quiet.

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shiver | masterpost

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summary; your childhood crush jeon jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, coercion, manipulation, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut w/c; ??? a/n; aaaaaa i couldn’t wait, i was so enamored by danica’s poster that i had to upload the masterpost! this is something very very different from my usual, this drabble series is def going to be a challenge but im so excited to start it! based lightly on nonnies big brain: 

01 (m) | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 (m) | 11 (m) | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |

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finale | bloom (m)

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“I dreamt of meeting you for years.”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff; slightest bit of angst (tour is hard on lovers) word count: 3.2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Ok so the original idea for this was simply, Jungkook and Holly/reader put their stupid handshake on display at the airport when they have to go their separate ways for Jungkook to finish out his tour. But then I made it way softer than that and the handshake is only a small piece of this lol. So I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

There were few things better than waking up with Jungkook’s lips on yours. Possibly the only thing that really bested it was his lips on yours before you both fell asleep; sealing a promise to wake up together, another kiss just a sleep away.

But his kiss was bittersweet on this particular morning. The events that were to come in just a few hours were looming over you both.

“It’s amazing how much a hotel room can feel like home when you’re here,” he whispered to you, his lips brushing yours as he rested his forehead against yours.

“What does it feel like when I’m not here?” You asked quietly, your finger dragging along his features, tracing the definition of his cheek bone. His face had become sharper recently, the plushness that he had when you first met him not as present. But his eyes still held all those stars that made him appear eternally young and like the world was his. It was. At least your world.

The man thought for a moment, his eyes tracing your face carefully. Sucking some air between his teeth, he let out a small sigh. “Like I’m thousands of miles away from home.” Frowning at him, you flattened the pads of your fingers against the side of his face. “Hey, it’s ok. I just miss you a lot, but it’s ok.”

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no longer strangers | jjk

Description: jungkook x inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers, summer love au, jk’s a photography major <3

Content: pwp. 18+

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: sweet, soft, loving and lots of kissing, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, sweet talk, oc's inexperienced and jungkook talks her through it, fingering, unprotected sex (be smart).

Author’s Note: I had a dream about something that went kind of like the way this story goes :) it felt so summer and sweet I had to write away... so here it is, hope u enjoy! please let me know if u do x ily <3

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This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

no longer strangers

The sun touches everything in its wake, merciless even as dusk threatens to fall.

“It’s melting,”

“Huh?”

“Your lolly,” Alex says.

“Oh,”

You make quick work of your reflexes, lips closing around your thumb as they catch the zesty flavour of the lemon ice cream that melts over your skin. The summer heat works faster though, the juices dripping down your wrist, sugary thickness coating the single gold chain you’ve worn around it since you’ve had memory. 

Too focused on cleaning the sticky mess, your eyes divert from the crowd of people ahead, suddenly startled when you look up and your friends are out of sight – nothing but strangers taking up your line of vision. Some don’t spare you a glance, others look exasperated, trying to walk past you as your steps falter slightly.

You almost miss it – the gaze of one stranger in particular, a fateful chance threatening to get lost amongst many. But fate says you won’t, and your eyes meet his. It’s for a brief second at first, what makes up a heartbeat, but it’s so pulling you can’t help but glance back, your frantic eyes looking for his. Why? you don’t know, but when they finally meet, you don’t question it much either. 

You don’t smile, just stand in place for a second that feels an eternity long as you look at him. He glances back too, the ghost of a timid smile forming on his lips that you can’t quite make up amidst the chaos Saturday nights bring to your small town, tourists filling the narrow streets, markets overflowing, restaurants packed. The signs of summer paint the white walls in screaming color and just like that, he’s out of sight. 

“There you are!” Jimin says, his hand closing around your wrist and wincing at the stickiness that touches him. 

You look at him, slightly puzzled, but then return the relieved smile that adorns his face. 

“Sorry, got distracted.”

“It’s way too packed in here,” Alex says, looking around as if contemplating her next move. “Should we just get some food and head back home?”

“Yeah, let’s eat outside, make the most of the daylight.” Jimin adds.

It takes the three of you a while to settle on what to eat, and once you all agree that pizza is the universally loved choice, you make your way to the family-owned restaurant you’ve been frequenting since you were children. It’s a small, take-away only place that feels to you like a local’s treasure – never too packed with tourists this time of year, familiar and delicious. You don’t have to browse through the menu when you get there, the warm smile behind the counter way too familiar with your order by now, making small chat as you all hunt for cash in your bags and pockets until you make up the total and pay her. She says the pizza will be ready in thirty minutes and with that, you’re back to killing time. 

You walk through the markets, aimlessly browsing through the stalls and artisan shops, making small talk with the vendors that also happen to be neighbours and old family friends. 

Your fingers skim through the soft cotton fabric of a pretty white dress that hangs neatly on one of the racks, eyeing the details, the pretty embroidered flowers at the hem and on the thin straps. You’re lost in your own world once again, so much so that you barely hear Alex’s voice when she says,

“Are you like, following us or something?” 

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock and a bit of embarrassment and when you turn around you can see that he’s blushing, and when your eyes follow his line of vision they widen too, cheeks warming up and tinting a pretty shade of red. 

“Uh… n-no, no, of course not.” The boy’s deep voice answers back, visibly flustered by her straightforwardness. 

Next to him is the stranger. Your stranger. 

Alex eyes him for a second, deciding whether she believes him or not. She sees no menace in his soft eyes so she gives, “fine. It’s just that this is the third time we bump into you two… and tourists can be little creeps at times.”

He raises his hands up in defeat, giving her a warm smile before he says, “no creepy behaviour taking place here. Just two lost boys in a very small town.”

“Oh, are you lost?” Jimin asks.

“No, not really… just out of things to do. I’m Taehyung, by the way, and this is my friend Jungkook.” 

Jungkook is his name, your stranger’s name, though now you know his name so you reckon he doesn’t hold the title of stranger anymore. 

“Alex,” she introduces herself, turning to her sides as she says, “This is Jimin, and this is ___.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Taehyung says, turning to his friend and giving him a look that makes Jungkook shoot a smile your way. 

Jimin smiles, ever so social. “What are you guys doing here anyways? There’s nothing exciting about this town.” 

“Ah, but it is beautiful. We’re photography majors, you see,” he points at the camera that hangs around his neck. It’s only now that you notice Jungkook holds one, too. “It’s picture perfect, only we’ve photographed about every corner there is.” 

“Hah, I’m sure that’s not entirely true, if you’re anything like these tourists.” Alex retorts.

“Regardless, we need subjects,” at this she frowns, not really following. “What do you guys do for fun?”

“This.” Alex opens her arms, as if presenting the boy with the world. 

Jimin, on the other hand, is in a much friendlier mood. “Actually… there is one place…”

Taehyung will not admit that he was hoping he’d say that. Neither will he admit that even though they weren’t necessarily following you guys, he was slightly pulled by your little trio, not able to help himself as he kept gravitating towards you. He’ll even confess that having Alex approach him first, even as ominously as she did, felt thrilling. Like their first fix of excitement in days, he couldn’t help but be drawn in immediately, even as he felt Jungkook grow more nervous by the minute the longer he stood behind him. 

“Oh?” He feigns a little indifference, but Jimin can see the glimmer in his eyes.

“Where exactly are you talking about?” Alex turns to him, narrowing her eyes at the blonde boy that’s way too busy shooting glimmering gazes back at what he already considers his new friend. 

“Are you guys up for a walk? And some pizza…” 

“We’ve got a car, actually.” Taehyung says.

“Even better, then. Let’s go.”

Alex rolls her eyes, but can’t help it when a smile adorns her features, already feeling that excitement bubbling up inside of her because she knows exactly where Jimin is taking them. You know, too, never one to have much of a say in things, for no other reason than liking to go with the flow, preferring the spontaneity that comes from sitting back and enjoying whatever ride lays ahead. So, you simply follow. 

You pick up the pizza, still scolding hot in your palms even through the green and red box that holds it. The smell is almost intoxicating as you make your way a couple of streets down until you reach their car, one you recognize in a heartbeat. The beat up, white jeep that you’ve personally never seen without the top down, rain or shine, is one you’re, once again, familiar with. 

Alex recognizes it, too, and soon enough she’s saying, “why are you driving Mrs. Kim car?” 

Taehyung chuckles at this, opening the passenger’s door to let her in, amused by her hesitancy to step inside the car. 

“That’s because Mrs. Kim is my aunt.”

“Shit, no way?” Jimin muses. 

“Yup. She’s away on vacation right now… a lifelong dream of visiting Portugal has finally come to fruition, so I’m house sitting. And dog sitting. And plant sitting. Oh, and I brought Jungkook along with me, of course.”

“I hope you’re doing a good job – your aunt has the most beautiful garden. It’s like this town’s treasure.”

“Oh, Jungkook’s in charge of the garden, actually. He talks to the plants and everything.”

You can see the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush, timid eyes glued to the ground as he lets out a little huff, dismissing his friend. 

You find yourself in the backseat, sat right in the middle with Jimin to your left and Jungkook to your right. You still can’t manage glances his way, too embarrassed, wondering if he recognized you from before. You were slightly certain he did, all too aware you were probably gawking at the poor boy that seems to match your timidness, or worse, double it. 

“Everyone buckled up back there?” Taehyung glances at you through the rear-view mirror and you offer him a thumbs up. “Alright! Where to?”

“Drive, Mr. Photographer. I’ll lead the way. But before I do, you have to keep a promise.” Alex says.

“What promise?”

“More than a promise, a secret.”

“A secret?” He yells, the wind picking up and muffling everything around you.

“Yes! Trust us, you’ll want to keep it!” Jimin adds.

“Fine,” he says. “I promise to keep the secret.”

You all laugh, not quite sure at what or why, perhaps simply enjoying the simplicity of the fateful encounter.

Enjoying the ride.

~

Jungkook sees it now, why this was worth a vow to secrecy. He’s wide eyed as they climb up the hill, the sky feeling a lot closer to him the more they get closer to the top. The blue hues above begin to tint yellow – golden. It’s perfect. The light, the green of the grass, the treasure that stands by his feet when they make it up. 

The pool is old, rusty around the edges with fallen leaves adorning the blue water. It’s oddly placed at the top of a hill, well-hidden by the deserted location and the tall tree that shades its rounded corner. He reckons that if he were really high up, it’d be a blue dot amongst a sea of green. 

“Woah,” is all he can say when you come to a stop, forming a half circle yourselves as you take it all in.

“This is our spot. This is what we do for fun.” Alex says, matter-of-factly.

“We don’t know where it came from, or why it’s just… here. But ever since we found it, we’ve been taking care of it. Kinda,” Jimin chuckles, taking in the state of the water that’s covered in fallen green leaves. 

“When did you find it?” Taehyung asks, taking a couple of test shots.

“It was our junior year of high school…,” you say, speaking for the first time. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, cheeks heating up at the mere notion. “We weren’t allowed to go this far out back then so it felt rebellious. There was nothing thrilling about said rebellion so we climbed this hill to watch the sunset and… this found us instead.”

“It’s not much. But it’s ours.” Alex chimes in.

“So,” Taehyung starts, turning to the three of you. “Wanna be our subjects?”

“You wanna photograph us?” You can hear the shock in Jimin’s voice when he says this.

“Yeah, why not? It’s your spot anyways. We’ll keep the location anonymous if we ever were to publish, but as of now, it’s mostly for fun. You in?”

“And what would you exactly photograph?” Alex asks.

“Well, what do you normally do when you’re here?” 

She eyes Taehyung, a bit hesitant to answer his question in fear that it won’t be as thrilling as he’d hope for. 

“We swim, watch the sunset… eat pizza, talk about everything and nothing at all. Not much, it’s not really-”

But Taehyung doesn’t let her finish. “It’s perfect.”

She doesn’t give herself too much time to think about it, giving a small nod before she’s removing her top and denim shorts, leaving her in a pair of lacey black underwear. You can tell Jungkook and Taehyung are surprised by her bold actions, but neither you or Jimin bat an eye at this, already well accustomed to her wild nature. 

She plunges into the water, a perfectly executed dive Jungkook wishes he would’ve captured, slightly puzzled and suddenly slow in his movements as he tries to wrap his head around her bold actions. Alex is a beautiful girl, and she has a spark to her that’s hard to miss – mysterious, siren eyes and a witty mind, all contrasting and fascinating at the same time. 

This is all enticing, yes, but what has Jungkook’s mind in a frenzy is you. The stranger that he locked eyes with in the busy street just short of an hour prior to this. 

You’re beautiful, in ways that he can’t yet read but that pull him in like nothing has ever before. He thinks he might be exaggerating the idea of you, so he takes a quick glance in your direction and quickly enough, this thought is dismantled. 

Your eyes are soft, much like your face that’s framed in your silky long hair, half of which is lazily but delicately being held back by a white ribbon, some stray strands dancing in the wind. And then you laugh at the way Jimin follows Alex’s steps right away, t-shirt and shorts joining her pile and meeting the same fate as he not so graciously jumps into the water. It’s barely there, but he hears the soft chuckle that leaves you, his heart tightening at the sound. 

He wonders if you’ll join them – fuck, he wishes you would. You’re wearing a white dress that ends at your thighs, dancing dangerously with the wind and when Jungkook’s eyes give in and he lets them fall to your legs, the soft fabric rides up and he can make up the perfect curve of your ass. 

“Are you jumping in?” Taehyung asks you cautiously, making guilt settle upon Jungkook at his indecent stare just now. 

“I’m not… I mean, I want to. I’m just not wearing the right clothes underneath.” You blurt it out all at once, yet you manage to make it sound innocent. 

“That’s totally fine, don’t even worry about it-”

But Alex interrupts Taehyung’s rambles. “Come on, ___!”

“What, did you go commando today? That’s bold of you!” Jimin teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “No. I’m not wearing a bra, that’s all.”

“Who cares,” Alex says, splashing water your way, the droplets hitting your knees and refreshing you against the scolding sun, making you crave nothing more than being embraced by the cold water like them. “Plus, Jungkook and Taehyung are professionals.” She half mocks, half states.

No, they’re not, rambles Jungkook’s mind in franticness, already fearing for his sanity at the prospect of seeing you half naked. 

But then again, yes, they are. They’ve photographed nude subjects before – this wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last. So, he can’t do anything other than join Taehyung in reassurance as he nods at you. 

“She’s right. I mean, if you’re uncomfortable that’s totally understandable, though. Don’t worry about it.” The older boy says, a warm smile adorning his face.

You want to ponder on it, want to give it a second thought – well aware that’s in your very nature to question everything, to be careful and meticulous about things that are foreign to you. This one very much is, not only foreign, but scary. 

And perhaps it’s that easiness that comes with the season, or the way you can feel a bead of sweat fall over your temple. Perhaps it’s the fact that there’s eyes on you right now you’d very much like to impress, leave an indent on, because you’re certain he’s left one on you and it’s only fair, isn’t it?

And so, with that, your mind is set. Trembling fingers reaching for the hem of your dress, gripping the fabric tightly as you pull it over your body, discarding of it carelessly by your feet and bringing your hands over your chest in attempt to cover some of you, slightly regretful as the thrill begins to fade.

But it’s to no avail, because Jungkook’s eyes travelled down your every movement, took in every inch of your body that you revealed second by devastating second. The soft, tan skin of your legs, the white cotton of your panties, the small bow below the hem. The more he takes you in, the harder it feels to breathe, not even mustering enough strength to quieten down his thoughts because the dimples in your back give way to every single inch of your skin he wants to touch. Perky breasts at eye sight for a second before you’re pushing the flesh up with your hands around your body, making him crave you more even though he knows this is not your intention. He looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable any further. 

“Are you gonna come in or are you gonna give us a show?” Alex says.

“Shut up.”

It’s the last thing you say before you’re diving right in, a little less graciously due to your nerves, but nonetheless world stopping to Jungkook who perceives you as nothing but delicate – like the finest of Chinas, shiny porcelain that would feel fragile in his fingers. But he wants to touch nonetheless. 

“So,” Jimin eyes them for a second. “What are you waiting for?” 

And at that, they start shooting. Golden hour turns everything it touches into ethereal yellow, and the blue of the pool moves in tandem with the wind and your bodies. You know you should act casual, let them work on the three of you like you’re subjects, merely an image to photograph, but you’ve never felt more human than you do right now. 

You begin to get used to your nakedness, the goosebumps that first adorned your skin at the first hit of the cold water fading away with your nerves. Alex fixes your hair and adjusts your ribbon, playing with the loose strands of hair that fall on your face. She’s tender when she wants to be, especially with you, a soul so contrasting to hers. She tells you you look pretty and you smile at her. Taehyung gets the shot, transfixed in the scene in front of him, hoping he got it right. 

Jimin is gracious, swimming like a fish in water, the dancer in him shining through every swift movement of his body. Jungkook photographs him the most, not trusting himself at doing a good job if he were to signal his lens your way – afraid he won’t do you justice, knowing his shaky fingers would give out on him. But in fear of losing the moment, he steals glances, lets his eyes roam freely for a second too long. When yours lock on his, you smile. It still holds that shyness you carry, but it’s sincere, perhaps even comfortable… warm. 

The sun begins to set slowly, painting the sky in pink and orange, covering everything that touches it in beauty. Jungkook wishes he could capture more than just images, but feelings and sounds and the velvet of your voice when you tell Jimin to look at the sky. 

“Why don’t you guys come in? There’s a shallow end, you could get up-close shots.” Alex suggests.

“That’d be cool. It’s so fucking hot, that water looks so good right now.” Taehyung places his camera on the floor for a second before he begins to undress. 

Jungkook doesn’t let himself think about it for too long and follows in his steps. You’re trying not to look – well, that’s a lie. You’re looking and can’t seem to stop yourself from doing so, but you at least try not to gawk at the boy. The boy who becomes more of a man the more clothes he discards – toned and perfectly proportioned, intricate art adorning his arm from shoulder to knuckles. You try to make up the designs, the words, letting your mind wonder what they all mean, the stories they tell… what they say about him. You want to know more of him. 

They come in carefully, firm grip on the expensive equipment. Alex and Jimin catch Taehyung’s eyes – something about his elegance merging so well with her untamed nature. He begins to shoot right away, capturing their interaction, a conversation in whispers that break the spell the moment their boisterous laughs follow along. Taehyung can’t help but laugh, too, even though he’s pretty sure he was the subject of their humour. He doesn’t care, he's too hypnotized by them to care. 

The pull is stronger than his nerves, and so Jungkook finds himself walking over to you. Your forearms rest on the edge of the pool, cheek pressed against your damp flesh as you take in the sunset. He can’t see your face but his mind paints a picture of you, and in his imagination your irises reflect the view in an unrealistic way. 

You hear him approaching, the water moving around you in small waves, and when you turn around, he’s closer than you’d imagined he’d be.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” Your arms wrap around your front reflexively, feeling timid at his proximity but not one bit uncomfortable. 

“May I?” He nods at his camera as he asks.

You nod. “I’m not very good at posing, though…”

He lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t need to pose.”

“How do you want me then?”

He has to collect his thoughts for a moment, your innocent question leaving him at a loss of words. “H-however you want. You can just… look at me.”

“Into your eyes or at the lens?”

“My eyes.” He answers, even though he knows he should’ve said the lens. He doesn’t care – he’d sacrifice the craft and rules for a moment that feels more like art than any of the photographs he’s shot. 

And so, you look into his eyes, the same way you did in that crowded street, with that same glimmer of curiosity shining in them, only now he’s not a stranger anymore – at least not entirely. You let your hands fall to your sides and feel the way you blush when his gaze drops to your chest. When he looks back in the view finder, he sees the pretty pink that’s shaded your cheeks. He smiles, a bit too cheekily, bunny teeth peeking through. You notice this and roll your eyes, mimicking the smile on his face.

“I thought you were a professional?” Your tone is light-hearted and only makes him smile further. 

He lowers his camera, beautiful face coming into view. “I’m weak for sunsets, sorry.”

You laugh. “Ah, yes… aren’t we all.” 

You look up slightly, taking in the view and there it is. The shot. He makes quick work of his fingers and he looks back at the picture he’d just taken, convinced that nothing would ever compare to this one. You glow, golden like the sun and saying things with your eyes he wishes he could decipher. The soft of your neck, your collarbones, breasts. Tiny droplets adorning your skin, falling over your tits, nipples halfway out of the water. You’re a dream. 

The sun sets slowly and then all at once, and soon enough the wind grows chilly and the night falls all around you. You all get dressed, wet bodies feeling slightly uncomfortable against the dry fabric, talking about how great of a place this is, how amazing the shots came out, how much of a summer day today has felt like. 

It’s no surprise that you don’t want it to end, and so when Jungkook and Taehyung suggest you come over to theirs, you all say yes in a heartbeat. 

The drive is pleasant, small talk ensuing in the car as soft music plays and you all let the wind dry your damp clothes and wet hairs. You sit next to Jungkook once again, the warmth radiating from his body becoming addicting by the second and tricking you into laying your inhibitions bare. You ask him about his tattoos and you can see it takes him aback, your chattiness all of a sudden, but nonetheless he recounts the story behind the ones he likes the most. 

Some are more intimate than others, some make you laugh, perfect examples of the impulses of youth, making you feel slightly envious that he can so freely express himself. Through the art he captures and the one he inks on his body. By the time the drive home is almost over, you can no longer call Jungkook a stranger. 

“Do you have any?”

“What, tattoos?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“No. But I think yours are pretty.”

He laughs at your choice of words, finds it endearing and genuine. “Thank you.”

“What would you suggest?”

He wouldn’t, knows how personal tattoos can be, but nonetheless he says, “a sun. Or a bird… right in here,” he touches your wrist, soft digits skimming over your skin, playing with your bracelet for a second before he looks into your eyes once again. 

You chuckle, even though his touch feels electrifying against your flesh. “A bird? Isn’t that a little cliché?”

He frowns at this. “What’s wrong with clichés?”

And he’s right, because you’d fall into every single one at his very command. 

~

It’s cinematic almost, and you make mental notes of all the songs that have played in the course of the night because you’d like to imagine this would be a damn good scene in the movie that is your life, and your favourite scenes are usually accompanied by the perfect melodies. 

You’re all sitting by the fire, warmed up slices of leftover pizza being passed over between you along with some fancy white wine Taehyung took from the cellar, reassuring you that this was his aunt’s way of paying him back for house sitting. It’s the perfect summer night, the air hot but wind chilly, the fire keeping you warm and well illuminated against the stark of night. 

You sit a bit closer to it, making Jungkook nervous at times with your proximity to the fire, how you bring your hands closer to the flame to warm them up, letting your eyes dance in the blaze, as if it was hypnotizing you with its fiery oranges and blues. 

“What do you guys do?” Taehyung asks between mouthfuls of pizza. 

“I study dance, down in the city… left last year.” Jimin says.

“No way, invite us over sometime, we’d love to see you in action.” Jungkook tells him, having grown fond of the boy in the last couple of hours. 

“What about you two?” Taehyung turns to you and Alex, who sit side by side.

“I work in a restaurant,” Alex tells him. “I want to open my own someday… maybe here, maybe in the city. Only time will tell.”

“Fair. Do you cook?” 

“Baby, I’m a chef.”

And it’s true, she really is. 

Taehyung laughs at this, nodding his head in approval and telling her he’d look forward to a five-course meal from her. 

“What about you, ___?” It’s Jungkook who asks you, turning to look at you but you don’t look back at him, eyes still enthralled by the fire in front of you. 

“I help my parents out at the shop… and volunteer at the church when I’m not doing that. Nothing too interesting…” 

“Her parents own a bakery! Best pastries in town.” Jimin says, making you smile as he eases comfort into you. 

You’re not ashamed of where life took you, but you do wish you’d taken more chances. Pursued a career, worked harder on your paintings to apply for scholarships at a university, just like Jimin did. But the circumstances were slightly cruel, leaving you behind as the train of dreams passed you. 

“That’s dope, ___. Take us there one of these days?” Taehyung smiles as he says this.

“Sure, any time. On me.”

You finally look in his direction, and when you do, Jungkook smiles. It’s not pitiful, but kind. Curiosity dances around his eyes but you can tell it’s not judgemental – in fact, it reminds you a lot of the same curiosity you feel for him. Of how you wish his answers would last hours when you ask him a question, or that you could read every single glance he throws your way. 

You’re curious of what it would feel like to touch him confidently, get closer to him, run your fingers down the lines of his tattoos, his face, his lips. Curious as to what it would feel like to kiss him and make it last, to feel close to him physically and perhaps even emotionally. 

The night carries on like so, holding you in your dream-like and curious state, another bottle of wine being passed around that seems to heighten your senses the more liquid you pour into your cup, but it’s soft. It loosens you up a little, letting the moment embrace you fully, the music immersing you further into it as you bob your head and move your body along to the beat. 

You laugh at the way everybody seems to loosen up, cracking jokes as you all grow a little too comfortable around each other, growing closer as you all share anecdotes and bits of yourselves – growing closer as you lean into each other, sit closer to one another, fall into inside jokes and the seed of a memory you can already tell you’ll hold dear for years to come. 

“Wait, wait- let’s play truth or dare,” Jimin says, after Taehyung refuses to tell him the story of the night he disappeared for twelve hours and woke up tucked in bed back in his parents’ house without his phone, or pants… or recollection of the night, really. 

“Yeah! That way we’ll get it out of him one way or another.” Alex conspires along with him.

“Better – let’s play truth or drink. Can’t be fucked to get up and do dares.” Taehyung suggests, much to his despair as he knows he’ll eventually have to let his story come to light. 

“I’ll go get the tequila.” Jungkook gets up, about to make his way to the kitchen.

“Bring some salt and lemon wedges, too, Kookie please,” Taehyung shoots puppy eyes at him.

“Thinly sliced, prince Taehyung?” 

“Yes, Kookie, thank you,” he sing-songs the last word, making Jungkook roll his eyes at him, but it’s lovingly, you can tell. 

“I’ll help you.” You stand up before you can convince yourself to change your mind, or before you can dwell a little too much in how shocked Jungkook seems to be at your suggestion. 

You make your way to the kitchen in silence, the laughter and music fading away slightly the moment you enter the house. You can still see them through the big window by the sink, laughing at the little clique they’ve seemed to make, the scene playing in front of you like one you’d find in an epic coming-of-age movie. 

“I didn’t think I’d live to find someone flirtier than Taehyung, and now I met two of them.” You feel Jungkook’s voice coming from behind you, feel his body heat before he even speaks. 

“I love it.” Your eyes remain on them.

“Wonder where the night will take them…”

At this, you turn around. “What do you mean?”

He chuckles. “What do you think I mean?”

“You think they would…- you know,” you’re too shy to say it, and he smiles at this, can even see the way you blush in the dim lights of the kitchen.

“Why not?” 

His question takes you aback a little, not in a bad way, just in surprise. So far, Jungkook had matched your timidness, a tame nature to him that much reminded you of your own. You don’t know if its comfortability, familiarity or the alcohol but he seems to slowly be coming out of that shell. It entices you, amps up your curiosity, makes you want to match his sudden boldness. 

“Should we- um, slice the lemons?” 

You’re cute when you’re nervous, he can’t help but notice. He nods as his hand travels down, coming awfully close to your hip before it lands on the handle of the drawer that holds the cutlery. He opens it, retrieving a knife and handing it to you. 

“Let me get the lemons.”

You work in silence, slicing the wedges as he looks around for the bottle of tequila and the shot glasses, stacking them up before he gets some salt and scatters it over a plate, a little roughly, some spilling at the sides. He grabs some napkins to clean it up and then your voice startles him some. 

“Jesus Christ.” Now, you’re by no mean orthodox but you do feel a hint of blasphemy lace your words as the reaction of what you see when you glance out the window.

When Jungkook joins you by the sink, he lets out a chuckle, not one bit surprised at the sight that greets him. He knew the night would end with his friend and your friends tangled up in each other one way or the other, and as he sees Taehyung’s lips disconnect from Jimin’s and immediately fall into Alex’s, he knows he was right all along.

“Told you.” He whispers, right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I wonder if we should still bring all of this out… maybe they’ll end up suggesting body shots, or something.”

“Body shots?” 

“Yeah. You don’t know what a body shot is?”

You turn around, shaking your head slightly. “Is it sexual?”

He ponders on your question for a minute. “Hm, yeah, a little.”

“Do it.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Do a body shot.”

He lets out a small laugh. “I’d need someone else to do it…”

“Like- me?” 

“Yeah, if you wanna.”

“Okay.”

He grabs one of the lemon wedges, bringing it closer to your mouth, his knuckles grazing your lips briefly to get you to open up for him, and when you do, he places it between your teeth. He smiles when you bite, sending flutters down your stomach. 

“Tilt your head to the side a little- yeah just like that,” he wets the spot on your neck with a bit of lemon juice, letting the salt flakes stick to your skin as he lets them fall from his fingers. 

He pours himself a shot of tequila, not looking forward to the burn but excited to feel your skin on his tongue. 

“Ready?”

You nod your head, eyes closing the moment he leans in, wet tongue licking up a stripe on the warm skin of your neck, tasting the saltiness on your flesh. It makes you whimper, goosebumps adorning your body, and sudden warmth taking over you as he looks into your eyes, bringing the shot glass to his lips and downing the clear liquid. He winces, a groan leaving his lips before he’s leaning in yet again, lips coming close to yours as you close your eyes. You wish he’d kiss you, but he plays fair, his teeth grabbing the lemon wedge and biting into it, lips touching yours slightly before he pulls away. 

It was minimal – the touch, but electrifying, and you want more.

“That’s a body shot.” 

“Odd name for it.” Is all your mind can manage at this moment. 

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I guess it is.”

You want him to kiss you. You want to feel his breath on yours again, the soft of his lips – you want more than what you just got, curiosity making you greedy. You want him to kiss you and so you let your unsettled heart act out its desire, and you kiss him. 

He lets out a little gasp against your lips, not really giving into them as he tries to make sense of your actions. But it takes him about a second to fall into you, to let his body completely melt into the kiss, leaning in and trapping you against the kitchen counter, hands coming down to cage you in. Your kiss is soft and he matches your pace, letting his lips get tangled between your pillowy ones. When you pull away, he leans back, too.

“I’m s-sorry, I should’ve not-”

“Please, let me kiss you again.” He cups your cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip, doing what his tongue would if you only let him.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

And when he does, he sets the pace – still gentle, pacing it out, letting you grow comfortable with it, but the more you comply the further you send him into lust. Your body reacting to him as you press your chest against his, soft whimpers leaving your lips when his tongue grazes them, a gasp granting him entry as his tongue finds yours. You’ve never been kissed like this, and you’re glad you haven’t. You’re glad it was him who did it, because you can feel the way it transforms you. The shift between you, within you. It’s addicting, so tempting.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” He says this between needy kisses. 

“Y-you have?” 

He holds you by the waist, one swift movement perking you up on the counter as you intuitively open your legs, letting him fall between them as you pull him closer. 

“Yeah. I have.”

“I guess me too,” you sound nervous, and his hand falls to your thigh, fingers running lazy circles over your skin to ease you. “I just didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Are you crazy? You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful, ___.”

You’re about to say thank you but he interrupts you in what you discover is the only way it should be done, his lips back on your lips, tongue finding yours, hand sneaking down your neck and into your long tresses of hair, still slightly damp at the neck. 

It grows heated – you don’t know much, but you know this. Can make up the way your body reacts to the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, subtly but fiery, passionate and determined and both your body and mind need more. 

“Jungkook,” your hands rest on top of his that lay at your thighs, inching ever so close to where you want him the most. 

“Tell me, baby.”

The pet name does it for you, all carefulness thrown out the window when you say, “can we- go somewhere else? More private?”

He wasn’t expecting that, content with being able to just kiss you, assuming that this was as far as it would go considering that you didn’t know what a body shot was until ten minutes ago, give or take. But he’s not complaining, smiling and nodding softly at you as he helps you down the counter. 

“Yeah, come on, let’s go.”

He holds your hand, intwining your fingers in his and it sends a troop of butterflies to your belly. The gesture is sweet, slightly contrasting to the way you want him to touch you – you wonder if there’s sweetness laced in his actions, no matter how crude. You’d hope there is, nerves bubbling up the closer you get to what you presume is his bedroom. 

The room is dark when you two enter, he closes the door behind him and for a minute, you two just stand there. He walks closer to you, his other hand tangling his fingers in yours. 

“We don’t have to do anything, you know?” He reassures, voice soft.

“I want to- I want you.” You’re straight with him because you don’t think your nerves would let you elaborate on just how much you do. How badly you crave his touch, how you needed him even when his lips were on yours, too much too little all at once.

“What do you want, pretty girl. Tell me, I’ll give you anything.” He pushes a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, soft fingers lightly touching your skin. 

“I don’t know- I’ve never…”

“Are you a virgin?” He doesn’t say it with any judgement behind his words, just genuine curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of protection.

“No! No, no… I mean, I’ve… done it before, it’s just- it wasn’t-”

Good, intimate, personal, enjoyable, or anything that would make you want to do it again. That’s the truth, but you don’t unload this onto him all at once, afraid he’ll run away at the wake of your inexperience. 

“That’s okay… we can take it slow.” He leans in to kiss you but you stop him with your words.

“I don’t want to take it slow.”

He smirks, and even in the dark you can make up the gesture. It makes you weak, much like his next words. “We can do it however you want to, baby.”

“You’re gonna have to- to teach me, though.”

“I can do that.” He kisses you at last, shutting you up, another sweet interruption as you’re about to say something else that slips your mind entirely the moment his lips are back on yours. There’s intention behind it this time, not necessarily a means to an end but anticipation, making you needier by the second. 

You walk forwards and he goes backwards, and soon enough, the back of his knees are touching the mattress lips disconnecting from yours as he sits on the bed, holding onto your hips as he looks up at your face. He can’t make up much of it, quickly reaching for the bedside table and turning on the single lamp that rests on top of the wooden surface. It illuminates the room in dim, yellow light. Your pretty face comes into view and he smiles.

“Better.”

“Wanna touch you,” you say, shaky fingers running down his face, touching his soft hair and taking in the way his eyes flutter at the gentle gesture. 

“You can touch me…”

“Wanna kiss you,” your fingers graze his pink lips, carefully, making them tingle at the touch. 

“You can kiss me, too…”

You nod, and it’s only when you get down on your knees that he gets what you truly mean. 

“Can I kiss you there,” your question is timid, eyes traveling down his body until they land on his crotch. You don’t see it but his cock twitches at the simple act.

“Only if you wanna,” he says, tilting your chin up to make you look at him, bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that takes your breath away. 

“I wanna,” you reaffirm, hands coming to rest on his thighs as you let your lips part, reluctantly. But you want to do other things to him. 

Your hands travel upwards, shaky fingers inching closer to where you can make up the outline of his dick, growing more prominent by the second. It fills you with pride, knowing that you did that to him, that the hiss that leaves his pretty lips when you finally touch him is a chain reaction to your actions. Granting pleasure is a new found pleasure for you, and you want to give, give, give, until you see him unfold for you. 

His hand comes to rest on top of yours, adding slight pressure as you palm his cock over his pants. When you look up at him, he nods, eyes closing for a second as you grip tighter and he grows harder at your touch. 

“Can I?” You look into his eyes as your fingers start to fumble with his button. He brings a hand down, helping you as you manage to undo it, his zipper following before his pants are coming off. 

He removes his shirt, too, the air feeling stuffy all of a sudden the more you touch him – the closer you get to where you’re clearly aiming for. He sits there, in only his boxers, chest heaving in anticipation as he waits for your next move, not wanting to scare you off, giving you the space to explore his body and take him in. 

“Can you take these off,” your fingers run over the hem of his boxers, the touch alone making him flinch. 

“Feeling a little vulnerable over here,” he half jokes, but freeing himself of the last remaining garment on his body nonetheless. 

You wanna joke back, but the thought leaves you the moment you see him. Standing in front of your kneeling form, hard cock against his toned stomach, long and thick and leaking precum, red at the tip and twitching as he closes a hand around it, seeking some relief. 

You sit on your knees, holding the back of his thighs as you look up at him, your eyes leading prayers for him to give you a sign – a little lost, but all too eager. He looks down at you, so pretty for him, eyes glassy and full of pleading, he’s sure he’d give you the world if you so asked for it. 

His hand angles his cock towards your lips, bringing it closer, eyes never leaving yours, though threatening to close the moment you lean in, planting a kiss against his tip. He bites his lip, pushing your bangs away from your face as you open your mouth for him, tongue out and traveling down his shaft, a little kitten lick that ends at the tip. 

He throws his head back in pleasure, a little moan leaving him.

“Tell me,” you demand in that soft voice. “Tell me what to do. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Open a bit wider, baby.” And when you do, he sheathes the head of his cock inside your warm mouth, hissing in pleasure as your tongue circles around the tip, teasing at the sensitive skin of his frenulum, how you’d done it just now. “Watch your teeth,” he caresses your jaw softly and you nod. 

“Suck on it.”

You wrap your lips around his cock, sucking as you take more of him in, revelling on the sounds he makes, the throaty moan that passes his pretty lips for a second before he’s drawing them back between his teeth, hissing at your warm mouth. 

You get carried away and soon enough he’s hitting the back of your throat, the muscle contracting around his tip as you gag around him. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “You okay?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Yeah. Did that feel good?”

“Y-yeah, but you don’t have to do it…”

“I liked it- you feel so big in my mouth.”

His hand rests at your head when you lean in yet again, tongue circling around his tip slowly, licking at his slit that leaks precum and tasting him before you start bobbing your head, looking into his eyes because he’s too pretty of a sight to miss, especially like this. 

“Shit, that feels so good,” his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, carefully undoing the bow that holds half of it up, letting it cascade down your shoulders and back, grabbing a fistful for himself as he gently guides your movements. He slowly pushes you further until you’re gagging around him again, a moan getting caught up in your throat that he feels vibrate all through his spine. “Fuck.”

He gently pulls you off of him, teary eyes looking into his, so pliant and perfect, all for him. Your tongue licks at his head once again, hand wrapping around his shaft, making him hiss. 

“No more,” he says, wrapping his hand around yours, letting you jerk him.

“Why?” Your doe eyes look up at him, and he finds it so fucking endearing how you look disappointed at his words.

“Don’t wanna cum yet.”

He helps you to your feet, making you sit on the bed and then sitting right beside you, the palm of his hands softly caressing your bruised knees. You smile at him, the sweet gesture confirming your early assumption – there is sweetness in all of his actions. 

As he kisses you, his fingers toy with the straps of your dress, letting them fall over your shoulders, thumb grazing the soft skin as his lips travel south, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck all the way to your shoulder. 

“Take this off, baby,” he pulls at the hem of your dress before his hand gets lost inside of it, parting your legs slightly until he’s running his knuckles down your clothed slit. You push your dress off your body, letting it fall to the floor as you kick it, making him laugh at your sudden eagerness. 

You lean back, hands fisting at the sheets behind you as your legs open for him, letting him touch you, pleasure you in ways no one has ever before. He kisses at your clavicles, sloppy and soft until he reaches your mouth again, lips reconnecting in a frantic kiss. You moan into it as he pushes your panties to the side, middle finger parting your lips and collecting your slick before finding your clit, running tight circles over it until you’re mewling. 

“Oh my God,” you cry into his mouth, eyes widening at the feeling. 

“Yeah? That feel good?” 

“Yes.” Your hand closes around his wrist, a silent plead for him to go faster – and he does, aiding your pleasure as he reads your body. “Jungkook, take my panties off.”

His fingers leave your clit, quickly pushing your soaked panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor. He leans into you, making you move further into the mattress as he kneels between your legs, opening them with his strong thighs before he’s pouncing forward and kissing you again. His fingers find your heat, running down your slit, thumb teasing your clit as his middle finger prods at your opening. 

“Wanna fuck you,” he says against your lips. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

His finger fucks into you, making you gasp, the feeling almost foreign but good – so fucking good it has you bucking your hips into his touch, begging for more. He adds a second digit, relishing in the way your snug walls suck his fingers in as he curls them inside of you. 

“Oh,” it’s a curious little sound, making him chuckle.

“Oh?”

“That feels so good,” you voice it like a question, rather than a statement.

“Yeah? Here?” He curls his fingers inside of you once again, hitting that spot immediately and not leaving it, making you close your legs around his hand as you moan. 

“Jungkook,” you cry out in pleasure.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. But I want you to cum around my cock. Can you do that, pretty?”

“Y-yes.”

He removes his fingers from your tight cunt, slowly bringing them to your lips as you open up for him, tasting yourself for the first time. He kisses you, his tongue licking at yours as he says, “you taste so fucking sweet.”

“I need to feel you.” Your arms wrap around him, hands running over his muscular back and bringing him closer to you.

“You sure?” You nod at him, those pretty eyes finding his. “I’ll go slow, we can stop whenever you want to, okay?”

“Okay. But I don’t wanna go slow. I won’t break, I want you to fuck me.”

He grunts at your filthy little words, kissing you passionately as he angles his cock towards you entrance, hitting his tip against your clit a couple of times before running it down your slit, letting your juices soak him, getting you as wet as he can before he begins to push past your tight walls slowly. 

You whimper at the burn, the stretch evident but not less welcomed as you begin to feel hints of pleasure the closer he gets to bottoming out. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling the skin as your fingers get lost inside his dark locks. 

He bottoms out, the curve of his cock finding that spot inside of you almost instantly and when you moan out in pleasure, he looks up at you, demanding you to open your eyes, to let him see what he’s doing to you. His hands rest on the mattress at either side of your face as he begins to fuck into you, slowly but with a force to his movements that has you seeing stars. 

“Jungkook,” you call out his name.

“Tell me,” he kisses your lips once, softly, making you lose your train of thought for a minute. 

“I’m so glad we’re- nngh, doing this.” Your words get lost in moans and throaty whimpers, the feeling overpowering your senses, but you need to let him know.

“Fuck- me too, you’re so perfect- you’re so,” he kisses you, afraid he’ll say too much if he lets himself get too carried away, an all too easy thing to do when you’re looking up at him like that and your pussy’s taking him in so well.

He fucks you faster, angling his hips perfectly as he brings your legs closer to your body, hand wrapping around the side of your neck as he kisses you, all-consuming you, not a corner of your body that isn’t ignited by his every touch. His cock fills you up perfectly, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, it’s foreign at first and you almost want to ask him to stop, but the more he thrusts inside of you, the more pleasure takes over. Your mind grows foggy, limbs weak, legs shaky and all you can focus on is the delicious stretch, his cock fucking so deep into you and the sweet sinful sounds that leave him. 

You feel the coil tightening at your lower stomach, pussy clenching fiercely around his cock, making him whine into your mouth. 

“I- wait,” you cry out, but when he stops, immediately searching for your eyes with his frantic ones, you wish he hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t stop, please.” 

Your hands grope at his ass, pushing him into you, crying out in pleasure when he keeps fucking you, resuming the same obliterating pace and finding that spot almost immediately, re-igniting that feeling inside of you. The fluttering pressure overwhelming you, bringing tears to your eyes.

He feels it, the way your walls throb, massaging his cock as you clench tightly around him, legs shaking in his hold as he fucks into you. Your lips part in pure, unadulterated pleasure and your glassy eyes widen at the foreign bout of pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby- you’re cumming. Cum for me, ___.”

“Oh my God.” The feeling overwhelms you, taking over every inch of your body, not a single nerve untouched, as it spasms at the feeling. You cry out in pleasure, nails digging into his arms as he fucks you through your orgasm, his moans getting lost with yours as you bring him so fucking close he doesn’t know how much longer he can prolong it for.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” 

He pulls out, the both of you looking down at where your bodies were connected, eyes fixed on the way he jerks his cock, fast and sloppy until he’s letting out a throaty groan, your name passing his lips as he cums, cock heavy and pulsing as he spurts his warm seed all over your tummy. 

His fucked-out gaze follows your curious fingers as you let them touch the sticky mess he’s left on your skin, slowly bringing them to your mouth as you wrap your lips around them – tasting him. 

“God, fuck- don’t do that. I’m too weak to fuck you again.”

You giggle, tongue circling around your digits before you swallow, enjoying the taste, his taste. 

“I want you to, though.” It could be seductive, matter of fact, it is, but it’s also sincere – you mean it. 

“Give me like, twenty minutes.” He kisses you, slowly and gently, that sweetness to his actions that comforts you, makes you grow familiar with him by the second… has you falling into an abyss of feelings that you know could be dangerous. 

“It’s okay. We have time… right?”

Your words are laced with hope and they make his heart clench inside of his chest. He’s in bliss, at peace with the way your gentle fingers push his sweaty bangs away from his face, searching for his eyes, wanting to find that same hope – reassurance, perhaps. 

“Yes. We have all the time in the world.”

He seals the lie with a kiss, one so ardent that it distracts you, tunes out the world around you. And then another one – the one that makes you believe him. 

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summary: in which you always come home to jungkook.

> fluff, angst lowkey, very suggestive LMAO

> word count: 3.7k

> warnings: mention of the word whore, they shower together, a love boner that won’t go away </3 not a warning but we have a special guest hehe

note: i feel sick to my stomach i want they have so bad OH GOD

anw i will be travelling for the next week so i wrote this right away bc i’m not sure if i’ll be able to write then :D + feedback is always appreciated <3

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your heart thunders in surprise when you swing the door open to find jungkook’s tall figure standing only a few inches away from you. when your gaze falls on the bouquet of flowers he’s holding, you breath out a sigh to release the tension that zapped your body.

“yah! can’t you atleast knock?!” you exclaim with wide eyes.

his mouth hangs open in confusion, before looking behind him where you can immediately see his cozy living room. “i’m inside my house. why would i knock on my own door?”

“bro, i-i don’t know-” you stutter. “you scared me! why are you just standing there?”

a look of horror and offense flashes on your boyfriend’s face. “did you just call me ‘bro’?”

you wince at the realization. “it slipped! i’m sorry!” you push inside him the house, shutting the door behind you. you throw in your car key beside his on the little bowl and leave your opened umbrella by the doormat so it can dry off.

you’ve been in his apartment a bunch times — knowing the passcode and where he keeps his secret stash of snacks in the living room and the brand of aftershave he uses and all that jazz. basically, you just waltz in whenever you want. so no, you are not used to jungkook welcoming you by the door.

“what do you mean ‘it slipped’? what happened to babe, baby, my love?” he whines as he tails you to his living room.

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endear - j.jk

banner made by me with a lot of fun, some love and an absolute lack of skill, training or prior experience can u tell idt you can tell

~ Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. roommate! Yoongi)

~ Genre : Fluff, Humour Sprinkled In Like Garnish

~ Rating : G for General

~ Summary : The new hire sounds like an angel and looks like one too.

PROMPT - Person A and Person B work together in a high end hotel, Person B has a crush on Person A who happens to be the lounge singer.

~ Word Count : 1.9k

~ Warnings : swearing

~ A/N : this was written for @btswritingcafe’s promptly yours workshop and it was super fun!

i’d love to hear feedback, spread the love!

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“If you’re done ogling him, maybe clear up table 13?”

You jump at Yoongi’s dry voice behind you, flustered at being caught. Again.

With a defensive and not entirely convincing ‘I wasn’t ogling,’ you scurry away to do your job, regretfully leaving behind the vantage point you’ve begun to perch yourself in increasingly often, from where you get a lovely, uninterrupted view from the restaurant into the adjoining lounge.

It’s a recent habit. You weren’t always inclined to peek through the small gap in the distant curtain from behind the wooden stand with the menus and cutlery, but the entry of a certain black-haired, doe-eyed lounge singer has changed all of that.

Ever since Yoongi (and Hobi and Joon and Tae) figured out that you keep slowing down at random places of the restaurant while carrying plates or menus, just so you can linger a little bit longer whenever you get a good view, he’s stopped sending you to serve at the lounge entirely, preferring to assign you tables that are inside the main dining hall, as far away from the fluttering curtains as possible. You know it’s revenge for that one time you accidentally spilt coffee on his white hoodie that you had borrowed, but really, this seems like a bit of an exaggerated reaction. He already made you apologise while standing outside the apartment door, refusing to unlock it until you promised to do the dishes for a week.

You make sure to aim a scowl at him as you return the plates to the kitchen as you see his smug, knowing grin. Because despite the fact the he, and everybody else, is perfectly aware about your…er, fascination with the new hire, you’ve always only ever replied to their taunts and teasing with, “No, I don’t,” and, “You’re being delusional,” and the ever so common, “I’m not staring.”

You’ve got a big, fat crush on Jeon Jungkook, but you’ll die before you say that out loud.

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punch me - jungkook

back again with another self indulgent fic! enjoy

summary: daycare worker jungkook invites you, his favorite coworker, to the lake with his friends. why the lake? he wants you to see his new sleeve and whipping his shirt off in the classroom isn’t quite acceptable. plus he just wants to spend more time with you. there’s no harm in that.

warnings: none i think! 

word count: 3.5k

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Ahhhh this is so soft and beautiful and fluffy , buzzing at how sweet this is :,))

snowballing: a holiday story | ft. jungkook

welcome to a holiday story! the first of a collection of drabbles that encapsulate the magic in the air during this special time of the year. join me as I romanticize and bask in these warm, fuzzy feelings. 

snowballing // 2300 words

pairing: jungkook x reader tiny oneshot genre, content notes: fluff, so much fluff, jk manhandles in a good way, snowball fights, pink noses, and hidden crushes

inspired by this prompt list! enjoy~

“You’re kidding right? I’m not going out in that snowstorm.” You say as you peer out of the 14th floor window of your office building. 

It was 5 pm on a Friday and admittedly when you left for work this morning, you were not anticipating a 30 cm snowstorm, i.e. you didn’t bother to check the weather forecast. 

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Bike Cage

Jungkook and you fucked at the office Christmas party two years ago. You're not sure why he's going out of his way to reconnect with you now.

Pairing: Jungkook x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7k

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language, boss Min Yoongi

You stare at the encased metal chain tethering your bike to the rail.

You’re all for bike security – but this isn’t your chain.

The chain loops around your bike, the rail and another bike.

You glare at the other bike. It’s beautiful, a sleek black, a brand you’ve never heard of stencilled on the top tube and along the down tube. The saddle is slightly higher than yours.

You’ve just started cycling to work – riding a bike you inherited from your ex-roommate. You were peripherally aware from Anna’s cycling enthusiasm that there’s a whole world of cycling culture you’ve not tapped into, but really you just wanted more exercise and a cheaper way to commute.

And now you just want to go home and eat the sushi in your fridge from yesterday.

You glance at your phone. It’s five thirty, and the owner of the bike locked to yours hasn’t turned up yet.

This could mean any number of things, but you know the bike cage is rented by your publishing company, so it’s potentially someone who works on your floor.

You snap a photo of your bike dilemma and post it on your work group. It was started by an editor last year when they were campaigning for more vegan options in the staff restaurant, and you’ve never used it before now.

Y/N: Can the owner of this bike please come and release the lock so I can go home?

You are just about to go upstairs and physically search for the culprit when a man runs breathlessly up to you.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he says.

He looks contrite, appropriately apologetic, but that’s not the reason you’re staring at him.

Fuck. It’s Jeon Jungkook.

‘Y/N,’ he says, the tone of his voice changing when he recognises you.

‘Wow. I didn’t realise you could be annoying even from five floors away,’ you say, raising an eyebrow at him.

‘I wasn’t trying to be annoying,’ Jungkook tells you. There’s no venom in his voice.

He unlocks his bike, freeing yours.

‘Thanks,’ you say, suddenly feeling bad.

You and Jeon Jungkook have a history. You started as interns together two years ago. You used to hang at work all the time, until he moved to the marketing and publicity department, and you joined the editorial team. And that would have all been fine, apart from that he then started ghosting you. You’d always thought you were friends, but apparently not.

There was also that Christmas party when you first started, when you’d fucked.

You shut down that train of thought.

‘See you,’ you say. You wheel your bike out of the bike cage and head off into the early evening chill.

***

You sip your coffee as you wait in a corner of the conference room for the staff meeting to start.

You hate meetings that could just be emails but you like having an excuse to spend time with your friend Jimin from digital.

Jimin plucks imaginary lint off his perfectly pressed linen shirt. ‘Whose bike was it?’ he asks, idly.

‘Jeon Jungkook,’ you reply.

Jimin tilts his head at you so provocatively you have to fight down the laugh that threatens to erupt.

‘Yes, Jimin?’ you ask, trying unsuccessfully to keep your lips in a straight line.

‘Think he did it on purpose?’ Jimin asks.

‘Erm, no? He ghosted me remember?’

Jimin looks at you pityingly. ‘That was before you became a hotshot on the editorial team.’

‘Hotshot? Let’s remember this is a mid-level publishing company,’ you scoff, rolling your eyes. ‘I’m not setting the world on fire.’

Jimin straightens his already immaculate collar. ‘Is that him?’ he asks.

You look up in the direction in which Jimin is nodding and Jimin chuckles.

‘Wow, I’ve never seen you react so fast,’ he taunts.

You narrow your eyes and pretend to tip your coffee on him.

Jimin just laughs.

***

The second time it happens, you almost don’t believe it.

You pick Jungkook’s number out of the group and send him a private message with a photo of your captive bike.

Y/N: Again?

Jungkook trots down to the bike cage. He’s beautifully dressed, as always, and the ravages of the day have only softened the edges of what is a killer look.

His dark hair is falling perfectly over his forehead, the top button of his cream shirt undone, his sharply cut brown suit jacket unbuttoned.

You look at him suspiciously, trying to get a read on whether he’s really done this accidentally.

It’s the kind of thing he might have done as a prank when you were interns together, but you don’t think you have that kind of relationship anymore.

Jungkook looks at you innocently as he unlocks your bike.

You turn your bike around to face the exit and sneak another look at him.

He beams at you. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he says, and his voice rings with sincerity.

You look at him thoughtfully, then hop onto your bike and cycle off.

***

The third time it happens, you take the subway home.

Your phone pings as you get into your apartment at 6pm.

Jungkook: You still at work? My bike was locked to yours. I’m so sorry.

Y/N: Oh, I sold my bike. It belongs to Min Yoongi now.

Min Yoongi is the terrifying head of digital, and Jimin’s boss. He doesn’t joke around. He barely says anything at your staff meetings. He expresses his displeasure by terminating contracts.

You know if you could see Jungkook’s face you’d see him trying to gauge if you’re being serious.

The only thing that tips the balance of plausibility is that you know Min Yoongi never leaves before seven in the evening, so there’s a convincing reason for the bike to still be there.

Jungkook: Oh well. I’m so sorry anyway.

You leave him on read.

***

At the next staff meeting, you are talking to Jimin when Min Yoongi appproaches you both.

‘Jimin, can you meet me in my office this afternoon? I need to go over the culture project with you,’ Yoongi says.

You nod politely at him as Jimin agrees.

‘Do you cycle?’ you ask.

Yoongi looks at you quizzically. ‘For pleasure?’

‘To get to work,’ you clarify.

Yoongi furrows his brow at you.

‘I’m doing profiles for our website for new interns,’ you say. It’s technically not a complete lie – you’ve pitched the idea to your boss, Wei Jin. You just haven’t heard back yet.

Yoongi regards you a moment before saying, ‘I’ve got time this afternoon if you want an interview.’

‘Oh thanks,’ you say, trying to look nonchalant. This gives you exactly two hours to convince Wei Jin that this is a good idea.

You nod at Yoongi and look up just in time to see Jungkook staring at you and Yoongi.

‘See you later,’ you say, a shade too loudly.

Yoongi gives you another look before he leaves the conference room.

Jungkook walks up to you.

‘What are you doing for lunch?’ he asks.

‘Probably eating with Jimin,’ you reply.

Jimin’s silvery voice rings out. ‘I have lunch plans actually,’ he says. ‘Sorry Y/N.’

You stare at him, betrayed.

He smirks at you.

Jungkook grins at you. ‘Meet at 1?’

***

Jungkook says, ‘How’ve you been?’

Like you can condense the past two years into one sentence.

You eye him over your baguette. ‘Yeah good. Why’d you want to have lunch together?’

Jungkook grins. ‘Why not? We had a nice time as interns.’

‘You were fun before,’ you concede. He just looks at you, and his warm smile is infectious.

‘Are you going to the team day next week?’ Jungkook asks.

You consider your reply. The team day is on Sunday of next week. Kate from sales is unfathomably bubbly and endlessly enthusiastic. You’d hate her if she weren’t so genuine.

Kate’s organised paintballing on this occasion, and you and Jimin are planning to turn up, get buzzed, and go out after.

‘Yes,’ you say, finally.

Jungkook beams at you. ‘Me too! See you there.’

You glance at your phone. ‘I’ve gotta go. Min Yoongi wants to see me.’

‘About your bike?’ Jungkook asks, and he flicks his eyes up at you. He sounds halfway between incredulous and sincere.

‘Yeah,’ you say, hastily, lying through your teeth.

***

Min Yoongi’s office is lush. You are admiring the wall of books he has stacked along the shelves that line one side of his office when he clears his throat.

You jump. ‘I love your book wall,’ you tell him.

Yoongi glances at the clock on his wall, none-too-subtly.

You set up to record on your work laptop.

You hastily explain that the interview is for a piece you’re doing targeted at recruiting new interns and that it’s meant to be a snapshot of a day as part of the digital team.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow but answers your questions willingly enough.

Once you’re done, Yoongi asks you, rather dryly, why how he commutes to work is relevant.

‘Oh, it isn’t,’ you say, deciding that limited honesty is your best policy. ‘I started cycling recently and was just curious.’

Unfazed, Yoongi says, ‘We’re working with a celebrity on a national campaign on cycling safety for children. Since you have such a – passion for cycling, perhaps you’d like to help us with it?’

You stare at him. You hadn’t expected this. ‘Sounds like a great opportunity. I’d love to,’ you tell him.

Yoongi nods. ‘I’ll get Jimin to loop you into the email chain. There’s a meeting tomorrow.’

He gets up, and you gather your things.

‘Thanks. See you tomorrow,’ you say, smiling at him.

He looks at the clock again, and you take that as your cue to leave.

***

It’s the team day. You and Jimin have piled your hungover selves onto the tour bus Kate has organised and been driven to a forest on the outskirts of the city. You’d promised Kate a week’s worth of coffees if she put you and Jimin on a team together, and kind Kate told you she’d do it for nothing.

Jimin jerks his head to the left, calling your attention to the unprotected back of one of your colleagues, a particularly annoying person called Bridget who seems to believe ‘reply all’ is the default response for any email chain that goes round.

You raise your gun and unhesitatingly pull the trigger as she whirls around at your approach.

A satisfying pink splat blooms over her chest, and you try to look apologetic as you and Jimin jog off in search of cover.

Jimin drops down in a trench, flattening out. His eyes are twinkling with merriment. ‘Right in the chest! You take no prisoners, Y/N.’

You scoot down next to him and hear the ‘blat’ of a bullet being discharged before you feel the pain bloom out over the back of your left thigh.

What. The. Fuck.

Someone’s shot you on the thigh, so high up it’s practically your ass.

Someone’s shot you in the ass.

Jimin, quick as ever, lifts his gun and shoots the person behind you.

You turn around. You scowl when you see the familiar tall frame, the floppy hair, the devastating smile. Of course, it’s Jungkook.

‘Did you shoot me in the ass?’ you ask, wanting to clarify.

Jungkook smirks at you. ‘Not the first time I’ve shot something at your ass.’

Jimin is writhing on the ground laughing at you.

You lift your gun and point it at Jungkook’s chest. You don’t know whether you’re furious at being shot or aroused at his casual mention of the time you had sex.

A moderator intervenes before you can shoot, and you get a warning as you and Jungkook are escorted off the field.

You lift your visor so you can give Jungkook a killing look.

He looks back at you, unperturbed.

This close, you can see all the detail on his face. Particularly the beauty mark he has just below his lower lip. The one that’s always made you want to kiss him.

Jungkook flicks his tongue out over his lower lip.

‘What are you doing after?’ he asks, voice low.

You smile at him, sweetly. ‘I know what I’m not doing,’ you reply.

‘Yeah?’ Jungkook asks, staring at your lips.

‘Yeah. I’m not letting you shoot anything at my ass,’ you say. You get up, kicking as many leaves as possible onto him as you turn around and walk away.

***

You’re working on writing up Yoongi’s interview when a head pops into your cubicle.

You look up absently but snap to attention when you realise it’s Jungkook.

‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’ you ask, sourly.

‘Lunch?’ Jungkook asks.

‘No,’ you reply.

‘You don’t have lunch?’ Jungkook asks.

‘No,’ you reply.

‘You don’t want to go with me to lunch?’ Jungkook asks.

‘No,’ you reply.

‘You don’t want to have me for lunch?’ Jungkook asks.

Your eyes snap to his, and he smiles at you.

You stand up, and lean towards him. His head tilts down to bring his face closer to yours.

You put your hand on his arm. God. Is he flexing? Because –

You shut down that train of thought.

‘What do you want, Jungkook?’ you ask.

‘I just wanted to ask you to lunch,’ he replies.

‘Why? You’ve been ghosting me for the past 2 years. Why do you want to go to lunch now?’ you ask.

He’s got the grace to look a little shamefaced about it. ‘I’m sorry.’

He’s got no further explanation to offer, and that’s not good enough for you, really.

‘It’s ok, Jungkook. I’ve got a lot of work to do,’ you say.

You look down at your work until he leaves your cubicle.

***

The cycling campaign is going swimmingly. The celebrity is a well-known actor called Kim Seokjin, and you like him apart from his deplorable fondness for terrible puns.

You’re working on a speech he’s giving at a fundraiser in a few weeks, and trying to write something that could authentically be his voice but with humour that doesn’t make you die inside.

You haven’t seen Jungkook since he dropped by your cubicle, and your initial faint disappointment has long been forgotten. It’s really for the best.

You are unlocking your bike and have just turned it to face the exit when he turns up at the bike cage.

He looks at you. ‘Stealing Min Yoongi’s bike?’ he asks, voice heavy with sarcasm.

‘He lets me ride it sometimes,’ you reply evenly.

Jungkook looks at his feet, and then up at you.

‘Hey, I wanted to say I’m sorry for not staying in touch with you,’ he tells you.

He sounds remarkably sincere.

‘You know, it’s all right, Jungkook, don’t worry about it,’ you say.

You are wheeling your bike out when he puts his hand on the handlebars.

‘Can I take you to dinner?’ he asks.

You look at him, exasperated. ‘Why?’

‘I like talking to you. You’re funny, and interesting. And nice when I’m not shooting things at your ass.’

You raise an eyebrow at him.

‘Paint ball guns,’ he clarifies. ‘You’re nice when I’m not shooting a paintball gun at your ass.’

He smiles at you so charmingly you can’t help but laugh. You look at him for a moment.

‘Want to get sushi?’ you ask.

‘Yeah,’ Jungkook says enthusiastically. ‘I know a place.’

You cycle to a restaurant a few blocks away, and he locks your bikes together against a bike rail. You consider protesting and using your own lock but his bike is nicer than yours so you figure if anyone’s bike is in danger of getting stolen it’s his.

Jungkook puts a tuna roll on your plate. You’d forgotten this about him, the way he likes to make sure you’ve got enough food, that you try everything he likes.

‘I heard you’re working on the cycling safety campaign with Kim Seokjin,’ Jungkook says. ‘How’s that going?’

‘I’ve got to write his speech for a fundraiser next week,’ you tell him. ‘Know any good cycling puns?’

Jungkook grins. ‘I’m not good with words, you know that. I prefer images.’

Another image flashes in your mind. The week before the Christmas party two years ago, when Jungkook and you had been messing around in his apartment, and he’d set up his tripod to take some photos of you both with his camera. Neither of you had been entirely dressed, or sober, at the time.

You’d been good friends, you’d met up outside of work a few times, and then you’d fucked and never really talked again.

Jungkook is watching you.

‘I was thinking of you the other day,’ he says. ‘Dan thinks we should run with the cycling campaign, and Kate’s organising a cross-country cycle for raising awareness of cycling safety.’

He pauses. ‘So we need people to volunteer to cycle each leg of the cross-country cycle.’

‘Are you doing it?’ you ask, curious.

‘Yeah,’ he replies. He smiles at you. ‘Can I sign you up?’

You’re intrigued. ‘Do I need special gear?’

‘You’ve got a great bike already, you won’t need much else. It’s in late spring, so the weather will probably be ok.’

‘Sure, sign me up,’ you say.

Jungkook looks almost surprised. ‘Great! We can buddy up and do the same leg?’

‘I’d have to cycle with you?’ you ask, reconsidering.

‘We don’t have to buddy up. I just thought it might be fun,’ Jungkook says. He looks a little uncertain.

‘Will you be wearing cycling lycra?’ you ask.

Jungkook mulls this over, chewing a sliver of sashimi. ‘I’ll wear anything you want me to,’ he replies, finally. He twinkles at you. ‘Or nothing.’

Your laughter bubbles out of you before you can stop it. ‘Ever hear of chafing, Jungkook?’

He laughs along with you.

After dinner Jungkook frees your bike.

‘Hey, where do you live? I’ll ride with you and see you home,’ he offers.

‘I’ll be all right, Jungkook,’ you reply. ‘Thanks for the dinner invite.’

Jungkook puts his hand on your arm. ‘Hey,’ he says. ‘I lied at dinner. You’re also nice when I'm shooting things at your ass.’

You glare at him, climb on your bike and cycle off. You don’t look back.

***

You scroll through emails on your phone whilst waiting for the staff meeting to start. A coffee cup is placed on the table in front of you, and you look up, smile blooming on your face.

‘Thanks, Ji-‘

The words die on your lips when you see it’s Jungkook. ‘Thanks Jungkook,’ you say, evenly. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’

Jungkook grins at you. ‘I’ve always wanted to sit next to you at one of these. You always look like you’re having so much fun.’

‘It’s because I’m usually next to Jimin,’ you tell him. ‘Thanks for the coffee. Besides, I never see you at these meetings.’

‘Oh, so you look for me?’ Jungkook asks. He’s looking straight ahead, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

‘Don’t flatter yourself, JK,’ you tell him. You sip your coffee.

‘I love your dress,’ Jungkook tells you. He turns to you.

‘I’d let you borrow it, but I don’t think it comes in your size,’ you reply.

Jungkook laughs softly. ‘I let you borrow my clothes.’

You remember one drunken night out when you’d stayed over at his. You’d got in, eaten a small mountain of ramyeon together and you had eventually woken up with your face buried in his chest.

You’d borrowed one of his t-shirts to go home in, and when you’d presented it to him, freshly laundered, a few days later, he’d laughed and told you to keep it. Then he’d asked if you expected your silk panties back in return.

You’d thought he was joking, you don’t remember leaving your underwear at his. Although you had been rather drunk at the time.

You snap back to the present when you hear your name.

‘Y/N’s doing a great job with the Kim Seokjin cycling campaign,’ Min Yoongi says.

You blink, wondering if you’re dreaming.

‘He says he’s very pleased with how it’s all coming together. So Y/N is our star of the week.’

You can see Jimin beaming at you from the corner, and you nod, a little surprised. You guess all that time you spent composing cycling puns was worth it.

Jungkook nudges you. ‘Good job.’

You roll your eyes at him. ‘Thanks. It really wasn’t that great.’

After the meeting you’re scheduled to meet an author with Wei Jin to talk about a revision, then you’ve got a meeting with the marketing team for the cycling campaign.

Min Yoongi nods at you as you head out the door together.

‘Well done,’ he tells you.

You smile. ‘Thank you for getting me involved. It’s a really interesting project.’

Yoongi nods. ‘You also did a great job on my profile. It wasn’t too – ‘

‘Sycophantic?’ you suggest, and he laughs.

‘It definitely wasn’t sycophantic. I’d argue it almost made me seem unapproachable,’ he says. His eyes are dark, difficult to read.

You raise an eyebrow. ‘That’s your thing isn’t it?’ you ask lightly.

You smile at him pleasantly and nod a goodbye.

***

You’re wheeling your bike out of the bike cage, struggling with the door, when Jungkook grabs it to hold it open for you.

‘Hey, do you have any plans this weekend? I was wondering if you’d like to go for a cycle together.’ he asks.

In truth you have no plans this weekend apart from dinner with Jimin. You’d been looking forward to a couple days shlepping around in sweats but you can’t deny the idea of getting some fresh air and exercise with Jungkook sounds appealing.

‘Tomorrow?’ you ask.

‘Yeah,’ Jungkook says. ‘We can cycle to the lake, grab some food and cycle back. It’ll be fun.’

You guess it’ll be good practice for your cross country cycle.

You work out a place to meet and bid Jungkook goodbye.

You pack some rain gear, a chocolate bar and a bottle of wine in your pannier bag, make sure it’s securely strapped to your bike, and set off. You’re meeting Jungkook by the canal.

When you get there he’s already waiting, and despite yourself you take a moment to admire him. The late morning sunshine is kind to him, and he really doesn’t need it. He looks beautiful, leaning loosely against the railing, one hand splayed on the saddle of his bike.

‘Hey, Jungkook,’ you say, feeling oddly shy.

He smiles at you. ‘If I forget to tell you later, I’ve had a really nice time today.’

Your stomach flutters a little. ‘I thought you said you weren’t good with words,’ you say lightly.

‘Oh it’s from a movie, I think,’ Jungkook tells you. He smiles at you mischievously. ‘But I do mean it.’

He gets on his bike. ‘Ready?’

You nod.

Jungkook is a good cyclist, navigating through the city streets confidently. You’re enjoying following him, trying not to get too distracted by the curve of his ass in his cycling shorts.

When you get onto a cycle path and buildings start giving way to woods, you pull up alongside him.

He looks over at you. ‘Doing ok, Y/N?’

‘Yeah.’ You look out at the woods on either side of you. ‘Have you done this route before?’

‘Yeah. I started getting into cycling last year, and now I come out here a couple of times a month,’ Jungkook tells you. ‘Usually I come alone.’

He tilts his head. ‘There’s a nice picnic spot a few miles up. We’ll stop there for a break.’

Jungkook leads you into a clearing in the woods. It’s on a slight upslope, giving you a view of a tiny stream running across the woods. He leans his bike against a tree, and for the first time you notice the carrier strapped to the back of his bike.

He undoes it and lays it down on the ground. He pulls out a checked grey blanket, laying it across the grass, and gestures exaggeratedly to you. ‘Please sit,’ he says.

You laugh. ‘Wow. You’ve really upped your game, Kook. Is this what you’ve spent the last two years working on?’

Jungkook just smiles at you. ‘I like it when you call me Kook.’

You roll your eyes and unpack your pannier bag. ‘I’ve got wine and half a chocolate bar.’

Jungkook looks at you, amused. He’s unpacking two baguettes wrapped in brown paper, and a chunk of cheese.

‘Did you make these?’ you ask, tickled.

‘God, no. I got them from the deli,’ Jungkook tells you. He passes you a baguette, and you eat in silence for a bit.

You uncork your wine bottle and pour it out into the two mugs you’ve brought with you.

Jungkook accepts the mug you pass him. ‘I can’t believe you still have this!’ he marvels.

You look at it, and realise it’s a mug he got you when you used to hang out. It’s ridiculous, with a caricature of Edgar Allan Poe and the text ‘Poe me a cup.’ He gifted it to you when you had just started at the company and kept forgetting to bring your own cup to work.

You smile, fondly. ‘It’s my best mug.’

Jungkook looks at you. ‘I have good taste in mugs,’ he says idly. He’s finished his baguette. He takes a sip of his wine and watches you eat.

You offer him half your baguette, and before you can tear it into two, he’s grabbed your hand holding the baguette and is taking a bite. He flicks his eyes up at you as he bites down, and you stare as he pulls away, tongue coming out to flick at the drop of dressing at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn’t break eye contact until you do.

You shift a little further away, then realise he’s still holding your hand.

‘What are you doing, Jungkook?’ you ask, a little unsteadily.

‘I’m trying to distract you from this massive boner I got whilst watching you eat,’ Jungkook replies, shifting a little.

Don’t look.

Don’t look.

You keep your eyes on his face.

‘Yeah? Watching me eat a baguette turns you on?’ you tease.

‘I should have got you something less phallic to eat,’ he mutters.

You burst out laughing. ‘I mean, I never thought of a baguette as being ‘phallic’.’

You turn to him, and realise his face is very close to yours.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he asks.

You search his eyes.

‘Yeah, why not?’ you reply, casually. You know doing this is going to cost you, but Jungkook with his pretty face and his flirty smile is too difficult to turn down.

He leans a little closer, and your lips meet his.

Oh, so this is what it’s like to kiss him. You’d made out once before you fucked at the Christmas party, but you weren’t entirely sober at the time.

Jungkook breathes in, slow, and it’s like he’s inhaling the scent of you. His lips are soft, his mouth warm. You tease at the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, and he parts them. He tastes like wine, heady and bittersweet.

His hand strokes your shoulder, fingers dipping below the neck of your fleece.

‘Kook,’ you murmur, and you realise he’s helping you lie down on his blanket. His hand cups your head, taking the impact as your head reaches the ground.

He pulls away slightly. ‘I’m worried, Y/N,’ he tells you, lips teasing at the skin of your jaw.

‘Yeah? About what?’ you ask, softly.

‘I’m worried that I won’t be able to stop kissing you.’ He groans. ‘You taste so good.’

‘That’s the wine,’ you reply. You feel his lips curve in a smile against your skin, and he pulls you closer to him. The weight of him on your body feels so good your toes curl.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing for when you hear footsteps heading your way.

Jungkook pulls away, a little breathless.

You push up and realise your legs are still entangled. Jungkook slips his thigh off yours, and you get up.

There’s a family of four, two adults, two young kids, all staring at you and Jungkook.

You nod a greeting, and you hope to God the erection Jungkook was grinding against you two seconds ago isn’t too visible, for the sake of the kids. He’s a big boy.

Back at your apartment, Jungkook kisses you goodbye. ‘See you at work?’ he asks.

You tilt your head. ‘I don’t have to be at dinner for another couple of hours. Want to finish what we started?’

Jungkook’s eyes are serious. ‘I’d love to. Fuck. I’d love to.’

***

You’re about to cum, and Jungkook knows it. He’s rolling his hips against yours in a slow grind, every movement pressing against your clit, sending you closer to spiralling.

Your legs are locked around his hips, and his hand is curled under your left leg, holding you tight to his hip. His bare chest gleams with a sheen of sweat, but you are long past admiring him, your whole body locked around his, desperate to cum.

Jungkook’s mouth presses against your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

‘I can’t look at you,’ he tells you, silvery voice vibrating with need. ‘I just want to keep shoving this dick into you. I want to feel you cumming on me. You take me so well, don’t you? You’re so fucking wet I –‘

You don’t hear what he says next, because you’re cumming, your body clenching around him. You cry out as you gush all over his cock, and Jungkook knows you’re cumming, plunging into you brutally before letting out a low moan as he spills into the condom.

You take a moment to catch your breath, waiting for the feeling to return to your legs.

Jungkook lifts himself on one arm, lazily tracing a finger over your hip.

‘I had a really great time today,’ he tells you.

You turn your head to face him. ‘Yeah me too. It was a little cold for alfresco sex. Indoors is better.’

‘What are you doing next weekend?’ Jungkook asks.

‘Oh, you want to see me again? That’s not what happened last time,’ you say.

You mean it as a joke, but when the words leave your lips it becomes clear to you that there’s residual hurt that you’ve not realised you’ve been carrying until now.

Jungkook’s expression is equal parts concerned and taken aback.

‘Of course I want to see you again,’ he tells you.

You sit up, slipping a t-shirt on. ‘I’ll be late for dinner, Jungkook,’ you say.

You turn to him. ‘Text me if you want to meet up again, and I’ll try to fit you in,’ you say, teasingly.

Jungkook can see the way the smile on your lips doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and he wants to speak to you more, but you’re already halfway across the room, reaching for a towel.

You pause by the en-suite, turning to him. ‘Stay as long as you like. The front door locks itself when you close it.’

Jungkook stares at the closed door behind you, wondering if it’s something he’s said.

***

Jungkook arrives early at the staff meeting so he can sit at the back of the room and look out for you.

He sees you arrive with Jimin. You’re an eye-catching pair. Jimin always looks beautifully dressed, favouring exquisite tailoring and muted colours.

Your sense of style is harder to define, but you favour dark colours, looser shapes. Today you’re in a black structural top that has a dip in the back, revealing your beautiful neck and shoulders.

He’s heading your way when he sees Min Yoongi stop in front of you. He doesn’t hear what he says, but he can see you nodding.

Yoongi walks on, and Jungkook stops behind you.

‘Hey,’ he says.

You swivel your head to look behind you at him, and the curve of your neck looks so delicious he feels like biting you.

He realises he’s missed whatever you’ve said in response. He looks at Jimin, who has a knowing expression that makes him flush.

‘Want to grab lunch?’ he asks you.

You smile up at him. God, you’re beautiful.

‘As long as it’s not a baguette,’ you reply.

Jungkook’s semi-erect dick twitches a little in his pants, and he’s grateful he decided to wear jeans today.

‘You’re coming to the meeting later aren’t you?’ Jimin asks.

Jungkook blinks a little.

‘The Kim Seokjin cycling campaign? Yoongi said you were our marketing contact,’ you prompt.

‘Yeah?’ Jungkook guesses.

You smile at him again. ‘Great, see you later, Kook.’

***

You’re leaving the meeting with Jimin and Jungkook, heading for your workspace to work on another profile for the website, when you feel a hand on the back of your neck.

You turn your head, but you don’t need to. You know the weight of that hand.

Jungkook pulls you into the staff bathroom, locking the door behind him.

For a moment you just look at each other.

Jungkook tilts his head, and his tone is conversational as he pulls you towards him.

‘I’ve been looking at the back of your neck all day, and thinking about all the pretty noises I think I can make you make if I licked it.’

The clumsiness of his sentence amuses you, but the feel of his tongue on the back of your neck has you shivering beneath him.

‘Kook,’ you murmur.

He laughs darkly, and you can see part of his face in the mirror as he kisses down your neck. The way his fingers are curled around the curve of your neck, pressing against your collarbones, looks so erotic you whimper.

‘That’s it,’ he says, approvingly. ‘That’s how I want to make you sound, always.’

Jungkook slips a hand between your legs, up your skirt, and you close your eyes. You can’t bear the idea of the cocky look you think you’ll see on his face when he discovers how wet you are.

‘Look at me,’ he tells you. He pulls his slick fingers out from between your legs, sucking on them.

‘Is this for me?’ he asks. There’s no mocking in his tone.

You look up at him. His eyes search yours.

‘Because I’ve been so fucking hard all day thinking about you,’ he tells you.

He turns you around, and then you’re leaning against the sink, helping him pull your skirt up.

When he’s inside you, his sigh mirrors yours.

‘Fuck me, Kook,’ you tell him.

He pulls the neck of your top off one shoulder, and your lace bra is exposed. You both look at the way your nipple is pressing against the fabric, and he cups your breast, thumb rubbing over your nipple.

‘God, you’re stunning,’ he tells you.

You can feel him getting even harder inside you, and you bite your lip.

‘Make me cum, Kook,’ you say.

‘I’ve got you,’ he promises.

He’s a man of his word.

***

Jimin eyes your red silk dress, and whistles.

‘You look lovely, Y/N,’ he tells you.

You’re walking to the Christmas party together. This year it’s in a hotel not too far from your apartment, a fancier location than last year.

‘Oh please, you know everyone will be looking at you when we arrive,’ you reply.

You smile affectionately at Jimin.

‘We look beautiful together,’ Jimin says. You do think that your silk dress looks beautiful against his white dinner jacket.

‘How’s your thing with Jungkook?’ he asks.

‘It’s a thing,’ you reply. You look over at him. ‘He’s kept in touch, and we’ve fucked more than once, so I guess that’s progress.’

Jimin looks at you, and he sounds serious for once. ‘So you’re dating?’

‘We go cycling most weekends,’ you allow.

Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘I despair of your taste in weekend activities but it sounds like you’re spending a lot of time together.’

‘Just until he ghosts me again,’ you say.

Jimin touches your arm, gently, to get you to look at him. ‘If you really think he’s going to ghost you why are you spending time with him? He’s not worth your time if he’s like that.’

‘I’m hoping he doesn’t,’ you tell Jimin, and it’s the most honest thing you think you’ve said in a while.

Jimin pulls you into a hug.

‘Don’t worry, I’ve got your back,’ he says. ‘Like at paintball the other day.’

‘You mean when you shot Jungkook after he shot me in the ass?’ you ask, hugging him anyway.

‘Speaking of shooting you in the ass, was it at the Christmas party?’ Jimin asks.

You just roll your eyes.

***

You have to admit, Kate and the Christmas organising committee have outdone themselves this year.

The ballroom they’ve rented out is tastefully decorated in red and gold, the music is jazzy and the hors d’oeuvres you’ve tried have melted in your mouth.

You’re looking around for Jimin when you feel a hand on your arm.

You look up to see Jungkook.

As always, he looks incredible. He’s wearing a black suit jacket, hair styled away from his face, silver earrings glinting in his ears.

Your heels put you at eye level with his lips, and you really should have thought of that beforehand.

‘Merry Christmas, Jungkook,’ you say, affectionately.

He leans forward to kiss your cheek. ‘Merry Christmas, Y/N. You look very beautiful.’

‘Come on, I have something to show you,’ he tells you.

You take the hand he’s holding out and let him lead you out onto the balcony next to the ballroom.

He slips off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders before you have time to protest.

He hands you a small flat rectangle wrapped in gold paper.

You look at him carefully as you accept. ‘What is this, Jungkook?’

He just smiles at you. ‘Open it and see.’

You unwrap it and realise it’s one of the pictures he took that weekend two years ago when you were hanging out before the Christmas party.

It’s been printed out in black and white. You’re both on his sofa, you’ve got your hand on his chest, your bare legs intertwined. Neither of you is looking at the camera. Instead, you’re looking at each other, and the smiles on your faces are enough to make your heart flutter a little in your chest.

You look up at him, and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel even more fluttery.

‘It’s one of my favourite photos,’ he says, quietly.

You look at him, and you can’t see anything but his heart in his eyes.

‘Kook,’ you say.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you after the Christmas party. I was scared,’ he tells you. ‘It was too much.’

You understand too much. You’re feeling it now.

‘Thank you. It’s a lovely picture,’ you say to Jungkook. You slip it into your bag, and touch his arm.

‘I need to – ‘

You don’t finish your sentence because you’re walking away from Jungkook and the feelings he’s threatening to make you feel.

It’s only when you’re staring at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom that you realise you’ve still got his jacket on.

You grab your phone, intending to text him as you come out of the bathroom, and run into Min Yoongi.

He looks at you, at your flushed face, your borrowed jacket, and says, ‘Come on.’

For the second time tonight, you’re following someone without knowing where you’re going.

Yoongi leads you to a suite at the top of the hotel.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks, pouring you a glass of water. He sets it in front of you.

You take a grateful sip.

‘I’m ok,’ you tell him.

Yoongi nods. ‘Whose jacket is that? Park Jimin’s wearing white today.’

‘Jeon Jungkook’s,’ you reply.

‘Is he bothering you?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Only with his feelings,’ you joke.

To your surprise, Yoongi laughs.

‘You, Jimin and Jungkook are all fucking talented,’ Yoongi says, and there’s kindness in his gravelly voice. ‘Don’t let sex get in the way.’

You grin at him. ‘Is that your life motto?’ you ask, mischievous.

Yoongi gives you a long look. ‘Sometimes it’s harder than other times.’

‘Is that an innuendo?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

Yoongi laughs again. ‘We’d better get the fuck out of here before I show you what I do to brats.’

You look at him, intrigued, and he rolls his eyes.

Yoongi walks you back down to the ballroom, and as you walk in, you nearly run into Jungkook.

You see him take in the way you and Yoongi are standing close to each other, and the look on his face makes your stomach drop.

‘Wait,’ you say. You slip off his jacket, and hand it to him, because he looks like he’s about to leave without speaking to you.

Jungkook accepts his jacket, and you grab his arm. ‘Can I get you a drink?’ you ask.

Jungkook’s face is unreadable now. ‘I’ve got to go, Y/N,’ he says.

You drop your hand, and he leaves without a second look at you.

***

It’s your first day back at work after the New Year, and you’ve not heard from Jungkook since the Christmas party.

You have a plan, though.

You snap to attention as Jungkook enters the bike cage, heading for his bike.

You see the way his eyes travel to the bike chain that’s looped around your bike, the railing, and his bike.

He smiles a little, and looks at you.

‘I’m scared too,’ you say, because you might as well just come out with it.

His gaze is so intense you feel exposed.

‘Unlock my bike,’ is all he says.

Your hand shakes a little as you fish the keys out of your pocket.

His hand lands on yours. ‘Unlock my bike,’ he says again, ‘so we can get out of here and be scared together.’

Your eyes fly to his, and then he’s kissing you, pressing his body to yours.

Your eyes close and you’re lost.

Jungkook anchors you, holding you to him whilst his mouth explores yours.

When you pull away, you realise he’s watching you.

‘I’ve missed you,’ he tells you.

‘I’ve missed you too,’ you reply.

You both turn at a snort from behind you.

‘Far be it from me to interrupt this Hallmark moment,’ Min Yoongi says, ‘but you’re in the way and I need to get my bike.’

©hamsterclaw 2021

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stars behind waves | jjk (m)

Summary: With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: estranged best friends to lovers, vacation/beach!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so so much yearning and pining, gentle fuckboy jk cos i’ve no control over myself, a bit of jealousy, the first kiss, arguments/fighting, unresolved issues, heartbreak, angry confessions; explicit sexual content: making out, asking for permission, dom & big dick jk, handjob in the shower, oral (m. & f. receiving), some clit slapping, some biting, squirting, jk loves her tits… and her ass even more, fingering, protected sex, soft and rough sex, body worship !!, jk is SUCHHH a goner, he comes on her ass, aftercare, praises; so many emotions; lmk if i forgot smth! ➳ wc: 22.7k ➳ a/n: here we gooo !! @missgeniality​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ my angel betas, as usual, i’d be lost without you 😔  i’m really happy with how this one came out, so i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it !! as always, don’t forget to drop a message in my inbox – it makes my day <33

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There is a long lost beach somewhere at the end of the world.

It belongs to a blooming, floating island, pleasant and hot. Wildlife chirps hidden behind trees, calm and welcoming. There are waterfalls that must be somewhere in the middle of the island – you’re not quite certain anymore, since your memory of the place has weakened over time.

You do remember the sun that descended there, though – you always used to say it wasn’t the same as the one you admired at home, watching from your garden.

Jungkook would always reprimand you, tut at you, throw tiny little shells at your bare thighs until you, furied and irritated, abandoned him at the beach. He would stay there until the moon rose from the west, and you would watch him from afar.

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The depth of their emotions and the beautiful beautiful descriptive in this writing , breathtaking

sweetness.

The sting of uncertainty has been eating away at you all evening. Uncertainty. Guilt. Maybe a little bit of, dare you say, jealousy? It’s a rather unpleasant cocktail of ugly emotions that brew in your belly as you watch him from across the room. He is effortless in his charm and the pretty brunette beside him has definitely taken notice even if he hasn’t. Jungkook isn’t one to pick up on the obvious signs of women fawning over him and again, you feel as though you could scream. 

Not that you have the right to any of those emotions. You were the one that created the distance that now forces these feelings down your throat. You were the one that drove him away when all he wanted was closeness.

It wasn’t even days ago that Jungkook told you he wanted you. And not just as a friend. Not just as the person he buries himself inside night after night in secrecy. He really wanted you. Exclusively and openly. Officially you and him for the rest of your friends and the word to see. He said he cared about you. Said you made him feel all sorts of lovesick every time you kissed his lips, shared his bed, wore his clothes. Jungkook told you he wanted you and you shut him down. 

Not just once, though once was heart breaking enough as it was. When the look in his eyes went from hopeful and timid to forlorn and defeated. His lips had just been on your body. His dick had just speared you silly and still, you made him believe his feelings were misplaced. That they were not reciprocated despite the fact that they most certainly were. Likely tenfold. 

But he didn’t give up like you thought he might. He pleaded with you through the haste of throwing your clothes back on. He assured you that there was no need to rush into it. That he’d wait and do what he could to show you he was sincere. He offered himself up to you, raw and unabashed. Vulnerable and tender in his admiration and still you denied him the truth he deserved. Instead you served him deceit. You made him feel as though months of stolen kisses, sweat soaked sheets and soft whispers in the dark meant more to him that it did to you. 

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waiting for the sky to fall | jjk

⇢ genre: series; part one (i-saw-you-on-the-subway-every morning-this-week-and-i’m-possibly-in-love-with-you!au) (fluff)

⇢ pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

⇢ word count: 6.3k

⇢  warnings: brief instance of anxiety; probably too much rambling about how pretty jeongguk is when he exists like that

⇢ a/n: a dearest birthday present for the love of my life and platonic soulmate @guksheart. cait, i cannot believe we have been a part of each other’s lives for over a year now. i adore you so so much and i am so proud of the bold, compassionate, wonderfully gay, fierce yet gentle, considerate, accepting, lovely woman that you are. i would not trade our sisterhood for the world, and i still cannot believe that you are coming to new york in a mere matter of months. i can only hope that we’ll have adventures like this one when you do.

this is heavily inspired by the commute i took to visit my friend in the city over the summer!! kudos to columbia university for loaning me some much-needed inspiration, although i never fell in love with anybody on the way there.

part one of the verses and vibes series. part two will be uploaded on december 20, 2019.

“bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art—   not in lone splendour hung aloft the night   and watching, with eternal lids apart,   like nature’s patient, sleepless eremite,”

⤷ “bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art”; john keats

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- The Wait -

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Explicit Language, smut, some angst.

Summary: Jungkook is in love with you, he’s very vocal about it, but you’re scared to give him your heart.

Requested by: Anonymous

Spring

“When are you going to put that boy out of his misery and just let him take you out?” Jimin asks, sitting in the booth across from you, sliding an ice cold beer towards your side.

You glance over at the bar cautiously but he’s staring right at you anyways. Jungkook. He’s friends with Jimin, and started working at this bar a few months ago. Despite being pretty close with Jimin, you’d only hung out with Jungkook a handful of times - though he hadn’t been shy at all in letting you know he had a crush on you.

You knew the type. Gorgeous face, and he knows it, his arms covered in tattoos and his face full of piercings. The type who gets up at 5AM to workout so he retains his perfect physique. He sounds like a dream, and he is, but he knows it all too well. He’s smooth with his lines, his gestures, and he can drop a smile and have you weak in the knees in a second.

In other words, he’s dangerous. He’s a heartbreaker, a fuck boy, a womanizer - whatever you want to call it - that’s what he is.

When you were young you thought true love was supposed to be tumultuous, dramatic, intensely passionate. Now, at 25, you feel like love should be quiet, comforting - a soothing cool breeze when it’s 100 degrees outside.

As beautiful and fascinating and tempting as he is, you doubt highly that Jungkook could ever be quiet and comfortable. He was the intense passion, not the cool breeze.

“It’s not like I’m stringing him along,” you defend yourself and take a long sip of beer. “I told him ‘no’ very clearly, politely, but clearly.”

“Why though? I know you think he’s hot,” Jimin laughs.

You narrow your eyes playfully, “Who says?”

“Uh, I see you patrolling his thirst traps on Insta like, all the time. You’re not as sly as you think you are,” he teases.

“Ah, but is that not a perfect Exhibit A? His Insta is literally all thirst and gym rat pics, the comments are grotesque,” you scrunch your nose, “Crush me with those thighs daddy; break me in half JK; I wanna sit on your face Koo…”

“Ew, okay, stop,” Jimin cackles.

“Who wants to sit on my face?”

Jungkook appears and scoots into the booth seat right next to you. He leans back and drapes his arm across the back of the seat, not necessarily touching you, but you’re encased in him and your heart speeds up. Damn him.

“Evidently the people who leave comments on your thirst pics,” Jimin is still chuckling.

Jungkook looks at you, “How come you never leave me comments like that? Hm?”

“Because I’m not an Insta hoe, I have integrity thank you very much,” you retort, taking another swig.

Jimin snorts, “Just because you don’t comment doesn’t mean you aren’t thinking it sweet cheeks- Ouch!” he cries as you kick him under the booth.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s this new information, you finally warming up to me ___?” he nudges you softly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be tending bar?”

“I’m on my ten, now let’s get back to my thirst pics,” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully - you pretend you don’t care about how good his new eyebrow piercing looks - “You changing your mind about letting me take you out?”

“By ‘take me out’ do you mean Olive Garden and then back to your place so we can step over all your dirty clothes and then bone in your unmade bed?” you joke.

“No, and I’ll have you know I make my bed every day. Would you like me to describe what I had in mind?” he asks.

“Oh yes,” you prop you chin in your hand and give him your undivided attention, “please enlighten me.”

“I’m going to go play pool with Hoseok,” Jimin laughs, “this is all you guys - I really don’t need or want to know.”

“Anyways,” Jungkook twists in the booth toward you, “Every other Saturday at the planetarium they do a special show about all the constellations and major stars, I know you really like stargazing and astronomy,” he says and you straighten up. You do, in fact, obsess over astronomy.

“So I thought it would be nice to see the show with you,” he shrugs, “then after that, there’s a really cool restaurant a few miles out of the city, the entire dining room is totally candlelit - no electric lights, and evidently the food is pretty eclectic but delicious - you kinda have to dress up though, so you could wear that pretty red dress you wore to Jimins cousins wedding last Fall - if you wanted.”

You press your lips into a smile, “You…remember what I wore to her wedding?”

“I remember every minute I’ve spent with you,” he shrugs, and takes a swig of your beer.

Oh. Well then.

“That all sounds really nice Jungkook, truly, it sounds like a lovely date,” you say.

“So? What do you say? Will you give it a shot?” he asks, he’s biting his lower lip awaiting your answer.

It does sound nice. The date, the planetarium, the candlelit restaurant.

What would it hurt, really, to go one one date with Jungkook? It’s just a date. It’s not marriage, it’s not even being official. It’s a date. Nothing more.

“Okay.”

His eyes widen, “Okay?”

“Yes, I’ll go on one date with you,” you say.

“You’ll see, you got me all wrong ___,” he smiles, standing up from the booth to get back to the bar.

“We’ll see,” you sigh.

“Those comments, by the way, I don’t really look at them. But you always have an open invitation to sit on my face Princess,” he winks.

“Oh god, please do not make me regret saying yes to you,” you moan.

Summer

“Shit,” Jungkook moans into your breasts, “fuck keep going,” he begs.

You ride him harder, his hands have a vice grip around your hips and he roughly drags you up and down his pulsating cock.

“Oh my god, feels so good,” you groan, he’s using his tongue as a full weapon, dragging it across your tits, circling your nipples when he can get to them. You bounce harder, the slap of your ass on his thighs rings into the silence of his living room. A television show flickers in the background but it’s been muted since you started getting hot during a make out session.

“God you’re so fucking wet, sounds so fucking hot,” he groans, his face disappearing between your breasts again. One of his palms comes down on your asscheek and you practically howl.

“Make me cum, please,” you beg in a whisper.

You feel his lips curl up against your skin, “Thought you’d never ask baby.”

In a flash he pins you down on the couch, slotting himself between your legs. He caresses your thigh, the head of his cock slipping against your swollen entrance.

“Please…” you rasp - he’s being a tease now, and you’ve got a good mind to pinch his ass for it, but just as your fingers start to move toward the area, he plunges into you with a grunt.

Your arms wrap around his neck, anchoring him to you. He’s got you right where he wants you and you fucking love it.

“You’re right there baby, I can feel it,” he whispers into your ear.

He switches his pace a bit, dragging his dick out of you agonizingly slow, making sure it brushes against all your sensitive spots, you mewl beneath him. He does this a few times, your legs turning to jello, the muscles in your thighs starting to quiver. Then he’s merciless, and he sends you over the edge within a few quick, rough strokes. You whisper his name as you peak, and he stills himself inside you, reaching his own high.

After, you pull yourself up and quickly dress again, despite the record heatwave. It would probably be more comfortable to just stay naked. Your body is sticky with sweat. You could’ve gone to Hobis - his building has an outdoor pool. Yet you both decided to stay at Jungkooks, you were both horny as hell, barely able to keep your hands to yourselves at lunch this afternoon.

You may have gone on more than one date with him. That first day was just as magical as he had painted it to be - you couldn’t say no to another. At this point it had been three months since you’d said yes to him that day at the bar. He’d never given you a reason to believe your assumptions about him were true - yet in order to guard your heart you kept believing it. Kept believing that eventually he would annihilate your heart, your self esteem and prove you were right all along. In expecting the worst, you’d never be disappointed.

“Cuddle with me?” he stretches his arms out toward you. When he does things like this it makes you a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s one hundred degrees Jungkook,” you say, walking to his kitchen to get you both some ice water.

“Why do you always do that, after we fuck?”

“Do what?”

“Distance yourself from me,” he says plainly.

“I’m just not a cuddler I guess,” you reply, feeling guilty, as you set the drinks on some coasters.

“But I am,” he says, pulling his boxers on.

“Okay?”

“So sometimes it’s ok to do things for people because they like it, especially when you love each other.”

You snort, “You don’t love me.”

“I do love you. Pretty much since the day I met you actually,” he says seriously.

“Jungkook…”

“You’re really gonna stick to your fucking guns, huh?” he asks, sounding incredibly irritated.

Your ears prickle with the heat of guilt, and a little bit of defensive anger.

“What do you mean?”

“You just cannot accept the fact that I genuinely like you, that I have real and true feelings for you - that I only want to be with you!”

“You don’t have the best track record,” you point out.

“Nobody has a good dating record! That’s why they no longer date those people!” he retorts, “Of course I have a dating history - everyone does - why can’t you see that it doesn’t matter? I’m with you now.”

When you were young, your mother always seemed to have a different boyfriend. Every other month, every season - always someone new. You once asked her why, why this one or that one wasn’t “the one?” She would always answer the same: You have to wait patiently for the one. These things take time, wait for the real thing.

“This is just going too fast for me Jungkook,” you tell him, and you’re very unsure of why it hurts so badly to say it out loud.

“Wait - are you saying you want to break up?”

“I think we just need some time apart, okay?”

“Whatever. Fine.”

Autumn

“Hey,” Jimin sits beside you and hands you a spiked cider.

“Thanks,” you wrap your hands around the warm cup. It hasn’t officially turned cold yet, but there’s a familiar nip in the air that makes being outside as the sun sets just shy of chilly.

“What are you going to do when it’s actually cold? You’ll have to go back in there at some point,” Jimin chuckles but he’s telling the truth.

You’ve been avoiding Jungkook as much as possible. It’s strange, to see him. It hurts when he looks at you now, his eyes sad instead of bright and big.

Instead of answering Jimin, you only sip your drink and shrug.

“I think you’re really stupid,” he says bluntly.

“Wow,” you take another sip, “thank you.”

“No, really - you and Jungkook have both been absolutely miserable since you split. Why suffer? He’s literally right inside that door!” Jimin gestures wildly to the bar entrance.

“Waiting for the real thing takes sacrifice, I’m hurting, sure, but these things are worth waiting-,”

“Oh my god, shut up. You say this every time a relationship ends,” he rolls his eyes.

“Well, it’s true. Jungkook is great, but he’s too great, ya know?”

“I think you’re getting dumber by the second. That literally makes no sense. ___, has it ever occurred to you that if all you do is wait for the “real thing” then you might end up waiting forever? Babe. The real thing is standing inside that bar, deal with it.”

You automatically think of your mother, who has in fact been waiting all her life. You imagine her now, probably sitting in her living room reading - but she’s alone. You feel your eyes swell with tears.

Maybe Jimins right. Maybe Jungkook is the real thing and you’ve been boxing him up into this category of womanizing fuckery because you’re too scared to give him what you’ve been taught to never give - your heart.

“I think you’re right,” you finally say.

“Yah! No shit. Can we go inside now? The wind is whipping my hair into a mess,” he stands and pulls you up by your hand to follow him.

You head inside for another warm cider, and the real thing. You’re not willing to wait anymore.

Winter

You watch with giddy anticipation as Jungkook unwraps the meticulously decorated large box.

“Oh my god…”

You could squeal. He looks so pleased.

“It’s everything,” you say, helping him with the paper, “there’s watercolors, oils, and acrylics and different types of brushes for each. There’s also drawing pads with paper that handles all three mediums.”

“Ahhh! Canvases too?” he pulls three or four various sized canvases out.

“Mmhmm, and in that black bag is a collapsible easel. It’s small - supposed to sit on a table, but you can take it everywhere.”

“It’s too perfect,” he beams, then leans over to kiss you.

You slide your hands over his shirt collar and pull him in a bit more. He smiles as your tongue brushes over his bottom lip.

“Mm, slow down, you still have a present to open,” he whispers against your mouth.

“Nuh-uh, my present is right here,” you unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt, “an I’m already opening it.”

“Insatiable girl,” he kisses you quickly one more time then hops up, “come on, it’s outside.”

You pout, but you’re intrigued.

“Outside?”

“Come on!”

He leads you through the living room and out onto his apartments balcony.

A blanket is draped over something and he tugs it up and off with his giant smile.

A telescope. A very, very expensive looking telescope.

“Oh Jungkook…”

You stare at it, your fingertips barely touching it, it’s gorgeous.

“Now you can teach me how to-,”

Your lips crash against his and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“I love you, it’s amazing, thank you so much,” you put into his chest.

“I love you too, and you’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long being an idiot to realize how amazing you are,” you look up at him and he presses his forehead against yours.

“These things are worth waiting for,” he smiles.

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Endnotes:

1. Here you go anon. I hope you enjoyed it doll 💜

2. A new chapter of Ships in the Night is coming soon, followed by a Jimin request. 🥰

3. I fucking love Olive Garden. No disrespect 😂✌️

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You can feel how sweet and sincere this is , so well descriptive and ughhh 🫂💓

summer nights and morning dew | jjk

“Look, I don’t care. You can’t trust people, and we need to protect what’s ours, okay? So do us all a favor and take off those rose-colored glasses.”

Hoseok huffs, standing from the log and staring into the now smoldering fire. “You’re one to talk,” he mutters. “As if we don’t know where you go every night.”

Jeongguk blinks in surprise. “Wh—what?”

But Hoseok is already on his way to his cabin for the night, and whatever he mumbles, it’s unintelligible.

pairing: alpha werewolf!jk x f knitter!reader

genre: FLUFF, a grain of angst, sorta oldentimes cottagecore au lol

word count: 11k

warnings: like 1 use of ‘fuck’ but there’s also some nudity because werewolves shifting, otherwise, this is incredibly sweet

rating: like… PG

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author’s note: so… this is honestly one of my favorite fics i’ve written in a long while 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and i really hope you guys like it too <3<3

August 

“No, look, we need to constantly be on guard, and frankly, expect the worst. Do you realize how much we lost on that one elk?!” Jeongguk questions, angrier than he usually lets himself become.

Hoseok sighs quietly, throwing a small stick into whatever’s left of the fire.

“Huh?”

“Yes,” he finally answers reluctantly.

“So what did we lose, exactly?”

“Money.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t let go so easily. Not when the recent mistakes have cost so much, already.

Hoseok meets the unwavering, waiting gaze of his alpha, sighing once more and sitting up straighter on the log. “If we’d managed to protect him until sexual maturity, then the herd would’ve had a chance to grow further. Which would’ve meant that we’d have more elk meat to sell in the coming years.”

“Right. But you let those wolves through, why?” Jeongguk pushes because he needs Hoseok to get it.

“Because he found one of them hot,” Yoongi comments, an underlying teasing tone to his voice.

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The way you write authornim I- 😔✌️💓

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed. 

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh. 

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?” 

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Aren’t you perfect,” Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. “Pussy made just for me.”

Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesn’t help that you’ve cum twice since you’ve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they can’t compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. It’s euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.

“J-Jeongguk! Can’t — I can’t —”

“You can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.” He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk can’t be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, it’s what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He can’t think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.

Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really, though, cause that means he’d never see you again). There’s nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his. 

He can’t dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile as he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.

“Jeongguk, baby,” you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. “I love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. It’s kind of leaking out of me.”

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→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

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Don’t ever let me go (M)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Friends with Benefits Au, Fluff, Smut (Mostly Implied)

Words: 6K

Description: Requested by anon

You were ten years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, seventeen when you decided he was your best friend, and twenty one when you agreed to be fuck buddies upon his proposal. 

A/N: This is probably too vanilla-y to realistically be fwb, but I’m soft for Jeon so this is all I’ve got. Hope it’s ok, and thank you for the request!  

Warnings: Sexual Content

When Jungkook first asked you to help him relieve himself of the tension in his pants, you had two main things, among many other secondary thoughts, running through you mind.

For one, puberty had hit him like a train in the best way possible, and it wasn’t something you had been unaware of up until then. Physically, he had already been miles ahead of anyone his age even as a teenager, but he evolved into an actual work of art sculpted by the gods themselves merely two years later. Not that you purposefully took note of his physical developments that meticulously, but it was naturally one of the first things you considered. The second thing that crossed your mind was: what’s the worse that could happen? At the time the answer seemed simple enough, but it was something you probably should’ve weighed out more carefully before agreeing to his proposal.  

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Grain of Sand | jjk

Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship x slice of life Pairing: blind!jjk x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: cunnilingus, (light) ass play, fingering, jungkook fucks you against the kitchen sink so i guess that can be a warning, creampie Summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

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