i love the concept of bad boy! jungkook being so protective of nerd reader, like imagine they’re somewhere on campus and someone is like talking down to her and jungkook defends her. like he is so i hate everyone but you coded. he’s so down bad god
A/N: THIISSS!! JK is down bad and very much hate everyone but you coded tysm for sending me this!
Warnings: mdni 18+, fluff, slight attempt at bullying, you have matching keychains with jk!, jk is well known - don’t mess with what is his
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You really thought that when you got into college, the number of people with a lack of common sense would slow down. That you'd be able to do your studying, attend classes, and work your part-time job without anyone getting in your way.
But it would seem not everyone got the memo.
"What's this?" An aggravating, grating voice huffed a mocking laugh, and you felt a pull on your bag that was slung over your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. You whipped your head over in the direction of the tug and were surprised to see a random guy holding onto your key chain of a fuzzy monster. It was an ugly monster, but it was your ugly monster that you had matched with Jungkook. "You still carry stuffed animals around? What are you, fourteen?"
He laughed, and you blinked because you truly didn't have time for this. You had your favorite drink waiting for you before your next class, and you had never even spoken to this man in your life?
Your fingers curled around the cuffs of your oversized sweatshirt, comforted by the smell of brown sugar, caramel, and something simply Jungkook. "Can you let go?" You asked, your weight shifting from one foot to the other. You could feel people gathering, looking, and attention wasn't something you liked or wanted.
"What? Am I bothering you?" He laughed condescendingly and tugged on the monster again. Your heart leaped, your eyes rounding in worry that he would be too careless and break it. A crowd had formed, and you felt trapped, but before you could speak up, someone else did.
"Get your hands off of her." Jungkook's voice is deep, angry, and the crowd parts for him like the sea. He is dressed in the normal dark clothes he prefers. Leather jacket, dark jeans, combat boots and multiple rings on his fingers. You could see the tattoos peeking down his hands and up his neck, and his eyebrow and lip piercing glinted in the sunlight. He looked menacing.
You could feel the monster drop from the man's hand the moment he recognized Jungkook. Everyone knew Jungkook or of him. His reputation preceded him, and as he stalked closer to you, everyone but you took a step back. His lips pulled back in a sneer, his eyes swirling with annoyance as the man who started this whole mess spoke up. "I-I didn't know you knew her," he stuttered and raised his hands in surrender to Jungkook. You have to hold back your scoff, the audacity.
For a moment, everything stood still, like a bated breath waiting for what happened next. And Jungkook snapped his eyes from the man to the multiple people still lingering around, "Why are you still here?"
Jungkook would be the one to make multiple people run away at once.
As soon as you two were alone, he had made sure everyone scurried off; his eyes softened. His lips turned into a pout, and he gently grabbed the monster still on its key chain wrapped around your bag strap. "Are you alright?"
You blushed and nodded your head, your eyes catching on the matching purple monster chained at his hip. "Yeah, thanks for that." You didn't fight Jungkook when he took your bag and books, easily falling in step with you to walk you to your next class. "Sorry, we couldn't get drinks like usual before my next class."
Jungkook grinned, your bag over his shoulder, holding all your books in one hand as he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. "I have your drink waiting for you in your next class - I'm making some kid protect it as we speak."
You laughed, unable to stop yourself, when you heard his words. You wondered what poor freshman got cornered by Jungkook as he escorted you to your next class.
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A/N: as always, comments, kudos, and interactions are appreciated!
summary: how do you convince your clingy boyfriend to study? easy bait him with your kisses.
pairing: clingybf!jungkook x nerdgf!reader
genre: fluff, intimacy, established relationship
warnings: a little makeout, jk just being clingy and a lil horny, nothing much lmk if I missed anything
a/n: hey cuties I missed you all sm. this drabble is kind of like smthn that just came to my mind earlier today and a couple hours later here we are, so I hope this turned out to be smthn that you liked(???) I would really love it if you guys would tell me your thoughts and also if anyone wants to just talk I'm here for that too im just gonna go sleep its 4am lol. enjoy :)
"Okay, what does the shape of a protein determine?”
“I’m tired can we take a break now?”
“Kook, it’s barely been twenty minutes since we even started”, you say in an attempt to come off as stern but in reality you’re trying to fight a grin.
Jungkook only whines in response. What an adorable fucker. Except, this fucker also looks incredibly handsome in nothing but grey sweatpants and a shirt. Oh and how can you forget to mention his glasses sitting so prettily on the bridge of his nose?
“You know when we’re actually going to be giving the test, you will miss this time you had to prepare”
“I most definitely know what I’m missing right now and it is your lips”, he teases and you really want nothing more than to just wipe that shit-eating grin off his face.
You and jungkook had decided to have a little study session to ensure you were not going to be bombarded by the information the night before the test. However, the moment you sat next to him on the couch in your apartment, it was extremely difficult for poor Jungkook to keep his hands to himself. How did you expect him to focus when you were sitting next to him in those jeans and that pretty little top? Oh, and it has a cute little bow right in the middle, accentuating your cleavage just right. God, he is fighting the urge to kiss it.
Yes, Jeon Jungkook is obsessed with his girlfriend.
So before you knew it, you were making out and thirty minutes later, here you are dealing with a whiny Jungkook. He notices your face lighting up with an idea, your eyes carrying a mischievous glint. Carefully watching you grab the stack of flashcards as you straddle his lap, his hands naturally come to rest on your thighs.
“You miss these lips, hmm? if you want my kisses, you're going to earn it”, you exhale, lifting his chin with your index finger as he stares at you with pleading eyes resembling a puppy.
“Fifty flashcards, for every five questions you get a kiss. If you get a question wrong, you won’t get a kiss at the end of every fifth question and if you manage to get all questions right, we can make out again.”
That leaves him amused, lips twitching trying to suppress a smile. He is admiring this side of you, all bossy, albeit you make it too easy for him because one thing he hates is losing.
Especially when the prize is too valuable to lose, your lips that is.
“So you in?” You lean in, your lips hovering almost above his, but when Jungkook tries to close the distance, you pull back. Alright, he might let you have that one but he’s certain that the night will end with you stuffed to the brim.
“Yes ma’am”
“Okay, first question, which enzyme is involved in transcription?”
“RNA polymerase”
“Which acid metabolism helps to retain water in plants?”
“Crassulacean acid metabolism”
Jungkook answered the first five questions correctly. When your lips met for a kiss, he wondered if this was what heaven felt like. The slow but deliberate move of your lips against his, he relished your sweet taste. Each time you balanced yourself by holding onto his bicep, he pressed you closer against him, one hand under your top stroking your soft skin while the other pressed your ass down on him. He cups your cheek, angling your face to make the kiss deeper but you pull away, leaving a pouty jungkook.
“babyyyyyhh”, Jungkook whines nestling his face in your neck, pressing a tender kiss to it. Ultimately, he realizes his protests are futile when you pull him back by tugging at his nape hair. His cock twitched at the sudden action but he doesn’t say anything.
His hunger after each kiss grew further. At this point he wasn’t even caring about those questions, he was just inebriated by every whimper he swallowed, the way your thighs tightened around his figure. The pretty red blush decorating your cheeks, god he never wants to let you go. He is unable to even pay attention to those questions. How can he? When all his undivided attention is devoted to that ethereal face, it’s your fault really.
“Okay last question, what is the acrosome filled with?”
“Digestive enzymes”
Jungkook looks up at you with a soft, heavy-lidded smile. Holding your chin, he pulls you closer, groaning in delight at the sweet taste of your lips. He can’t help but feel his heart bloom when you smile into the kiss. It’s a raw and unfiltered emotion, love. He can sense it in his bones, your love. One that healed the scars you never caused, a heart that you never broke. Instead, you gave him from your vessel more than he ever thought he deserved. This closeness is nothing like he has ever felt and he only feels it growing stronger because he doesn’t want to play with this love in half measures.
He wants it all. Wants to give you all of it.
“I think we should have a lot more of these study sessions”, he suggests, laughing when you slap his arm playfully.
guys mind you idk shit about med school bio so I hope it didn't sound stupid
likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated mwuah<3
summary: how do you convince your clingy boyfriend to study? easy bait him with your kisses.
pairing: clingybf!jungkook x nerdgf!reader
genre: fluff, intimacy, established relationship
warnings: a little makeout, jk just being clingy and a lil horny, nothing much lmk if I missed anything
a/n: hey cuties I missed you all sm. this drabble is kind of like smthn that just came to my mind earlier today and a couple hours later here we are, so I hope this turned out to be smthn that you liked(???) I would really love it if you guys would tell me your thoughts and also if anyone wants to just talk I'm here for that too im just gonna go sleep its 4am lol. enjoy :)
"Okay, what does the shape of a protein determine?”
“I’m tired can we take a break now?”
“Kook, it’s barely been twenty minutes since we even started”, you say in an attempt to come off as stern but in reality you’re trying to fight a grin.
Jungkook only whines in response. What an adorable fucker. Except, this fucker also looks incredibly handsome in nothing but grey sweatpants and a shirt. Oh and how can you forget to mention his glasses sitting so prettily on the bridge of his nose?
“You know when we’re actually going to be giving the test, you will miss this time you had to prepare”
“I most definitely know what I’m missing right now and it is your lips”, he teases and you really want nothing more than to just wipe that shit-eating grin off his face.
You and jungkook had decided to have a little study session to ensure you were not going to be bombarded by the information the night before the test. However, the moment you sat next to him on the couch in your apartment, it was extremely difficult for poor Jungkook to keep his hands to himself. How did you expect him to focus when you were sitting next to him in those jeans and that pretty little top? Oh, and it has a cute little bow right in the middle, accentuating your cleavage just right. God, he is fighting the urge to kiss it.
Yes, Jeon Jungkook is obsessed with his girlfriend.
So before you knew it, you were making out and thirty minutes later, here you are dealing with a whiny Jungkook. He notices your face lighting up with an idea, your eyes carrying a mischievous glint. Carefully watching you grab the stack of flashcards as you straddle his lap, his hands naturally come to rest on your thighs.
“You miss these lips, hmm? if you want my kisses, you're going to earn it”, you exhale, lifting his chin with your index finger as he stares at you with pleading eyes resembling a puppy.
“Fifty flashcards, for every five questions you get a kiss. If you get a question wrong, you won’t get a kiss at the end of every fifth question and if you manage to get all questions right, we can make out again.”
That leaves him amused, lips twitching trying to suppress a smile. He is admiring this side of you, all bossy, albeit you make it too easy for him because one thing he hates is losing.
Especially when the prize is too valuable to lose, your lips that is.
“So you in?” You lean in, your lips hovering almost above his, but when Jungkook tries to close the distance, you pull back. Alright, he might let you have that one but he’s certain that the night will end with you stuffed to the brim.
“Yes ma’am”
“Okay, first question, which enzyme is involved in transcription?”
“RNA polymerase”
“Which acid metabolism helps to retain water in plants?”
“Crassulacean acid metabolism”
Jungkook answered the first five questions correctly. When your lips met for a kiss, he wondered if this was what heaven felt like. The slow but deliberate move of your lips against his, he relished your sweet taste. Each time you balanced yourself by holding onto his bicep, he pressed you closer against him, one hand under your top stroking your soft skin while the other pressed your ass down on him. He cups your cheek, angling your face to make the kiss deeper but you pull away, leaving a pouty jungkook.
“babyyyyyhh”, Jungkook whines nestling his face in your neck, pressing a tender kiss to it. Ultimately, he realizes his protests are futile when you pull him back by tugging at his nape hair. His cock twitched at the sudden action but he doesn’t say anything.
His hunger after each kiss grew further. At this point he wasn’t even caring about those questions, he was just inebriated by every whimper he swallowed, the way your thighs tightened around his figure. The pretty red blush decorating your cheeks, god he never wants to let you go. He is unable to even pay attention to those questions. How can he? When all his undivided attention is devoted to that ethereal face, it’s your fault really.
“Okay last question, what is the acrosome filled with?”
“Digestive enzymes”
Jungkook looks up at you with a soft, heavy-lidded smile. Holding your chin, he pulls you closer, groaning in delight at the sweet taste of your lips. He can’t help but feel his heart bloom when you smile into the kiss. It’s a raw and unfiltered emotion, love. He can sense it in his bones, your love. One that healed the scars you never caused, a heart that you never broke. Instead, you gave him from your vessel more than he ever thought he deserved. This closeness is nothing like he has ever felt and he only feels it growing stronger because he doesn’t want to play with this love in half measures.
He wants it all. Wants to give you all of it.
“I think we should have a lot more of these study sessions”, he suggests, laughing when you slap his arm playfully.
guys mind you idk shit about med school bio so I hope it didn't sound stupid
likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated mwuah<3
··· SUMMARY;in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that’s why he’s more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work.
you’re convinced it’s going to be the end of you.
MAIN MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS
PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader
GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au
FIC TYPE; drabble series
RATING; 18+
WARNINGS; swearing, bicker/banter, arguing, s*x jokes, smut/angst and fluff eventually, lots of tension and lots of frustration between these two jsjfksk
NOTE; chapters involving mature content are marked with (m)
a/n; hockey jk is finally here after MONTHS!! i hope you’ll tag along on the ride of this series – enjoyyy !!
"Let's put the end in friends, yeah?" ch2 <teaser>
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fwb, college au, smut, angst
a/n: i had been dying to give a sneek peak of the chapter so might as well just do it now
pt1
Jungkook has it all memorized, the way your hair cascades down shoulders, how your strands frame your face. The way his heart rate rises when you smile at him. How his skin shivers when you gently caress his skin while tracing his tattoos. He loves to watch you eat, especially spicy food, fighting his inner urge to kiss your lips all swollen and red. He knows you dislike coriander so he picks out each one before you even eat. The way you bat your lashes to get your way. Your eyes shining with a mischievous glint, sure enough that in the end he will give in. When it comes to you he couldn’t ever bring himself to say no.
His y/n
It sounds so pleasing, it feels too good to call you his. The feeling consumes him all. How fulfilling it would be to love you and to be loved by you. To have you in his embrace, your body tangled with his, radiating warmth when his face is your neck, nose tracing your soft skin. Your hands tangled in his hair gently massaging his scalp. It would be his version of heaven.
It is Jungkook’s dream
no quite literally
He reaches to pull you closer, but all he feels is the cold bed no longer dipping under your weight. And just like that Jungkook is wide awake and panicking. You wouldn’t leave him like that, would you? Like a one night stand, disregarding his devotion which almost like a declaration of his love. No, no you wouldn’t. Jungkook had planned to confess last night. However, the moment he felt your arms around him, he felt sleep slowly taking over and he decided for the next morning. And here he was, almost jumping out of his covers heading towards the bathroom.
He lifted his hand to knock but the door gets pushed ajar. His eyes find it empty, jungkook turns to rush to the living room desperate in search of even your shadow, silhouette, anything that might hint your presence and bring ease to his heart.
“y/n?” his soft call disrupts the silence in the room temporarily but quickly dissolves into the air like a mist.
Rule #2: Keep it low-profile so your quiet college life stays ruined-reputation-free.
Rule #3: Never fall for the campus heartbreaker.
You’ve played by the rules for a few months, keeping your friends-with-benefits deal with Jeon Jungkook strict and secret. But what will you do when your alarm goes off at 7:00 AM on the morning of a major exam, and he’s still passed out in your bed with zero intention of sneaking out?
ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ : College AU, Fwb-to-Lovers, Fluff & Intimacy, conffesion (featuring an insufferably clingy boyfriend-to-be).
ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : Sleep-deprived Jungkook being a menace · kissing, biting etc · Over-the-clothes touching & zero respect for personal space · Playful teasing & casual vulgarity · Light angst regarding college reputation · Complete academic sabotage (he does not care about your exam).
The obnoxious yell of your alarm tears through the quiet of your dorm room like a siren. You drag a hand across your cheek, wiping away a streak of drool before blindly reaching across the mattress and swiping at the red button, silencing the torture.
With a groan, you decide that adulting is a scam and prepare to flop onto your other side to execute a solid fifteen minutes of blissful procrastination.
You roll over. You open your eyes. Then you immediately blink, squinting through the morning blur to get a clearer picture, because something is definitely not right today.
Jeon Jungkook is completely passed out on his stomach right next to you.
He’s buried deep under your girlish, baby pink duvet, occupying 75% of your bed without a single care in the world. His face is turned toward you, pillow-smushed and framed by a chaotic nest of messy dark hair. His back muscles are completely relaxed in slumber, and he isn't wearing a shirt.
Which is entirely your fault, considering you're currently drowning in his oversized T-shirt, stolen off your floor after your intense midnight make-out session. (Strictly because you just love the smell of his stupidly good fuckboy cologne.)
You stare down at him, your brain running through a mental checklist of things that are wildly off:
1. It’s morning.
2. Lectures start in an hour.
3. Jeon Jungkook is still here.
4. Jeon Jungkook is never still here in the morning when lectures start in an hour.
Normally, Jungkook is a ghost by now. He has a habit of sneaking out before the sun comes up, mostly because he has a reputation to uphold; Campus "fuckboy," heartbreaker, guy-who-doesn't-do-mornings. And honestly, you’ve been more than fine with that arrangement. If the girls down the hall caught him slipping out of your room, you’d never hear the end of it and your low-profile college existence would be officially over.
Yet here he is. Looking stupidly peaceful.
"Jungkook," you hiss, jabbing your finger directly into his exposed shoulder blade. "Jeon. Get up."
He groans, and lazily swats your hand away, then he turns his head slightly, burying his face deeper into your pillow without opening an eye.
"Jungkook, I'm serious," you mutter. "I'm trying to save us from a social disaster,"
He doesn't answer. You look down at him, your gaze tracing the softness of his sleepy face when he isn't trying to look cool and shit. Your eyes eventually settle on the tiny mole just beneath his bottom lip.
Without thinking, you reach out. Your index finger lightly presses against the brown spot.
Jungkook doesn't pull away. Instead, his lashes flutter, a tiny, subconscious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as your fingertip lingers there. He shifts slightly, sliding one arm around your waist and dragging you back down into the center of the bed until your hip is pressed flush against his side.
Positioned a bit higher on the mattress, your chest sits just above his head. He buries his face directly into your stomach, nuzzling into the cotton of his own tee. The sudden movement sends a flurry of butterflies straight to your belly, catching your breath in your throat for a sharp second.
"Hey," you protest weakly, though you let yourself be pulled into his warmth. "I mean it. You're supposed to be gone."
"Five minutes," he grunts.
"No," you say firmly, trying to ignore the way your pulse rises. "I am not falling for this. If you are so exhausted, go back to your own bed."
"M'not that tired," he lies smoothly.
"Right," you deadpan, rolling your eyes as your fingers naturally drift up to run through his messy hair. "You can barely talk."
"I can talk fine,"
"You're not even fully awake," you point out, as your fingers tug gently at the roots of his hair.
He finally squints one eye open, looking up at you through a mop of unruly curls, and flashing you a lazy smirk. It's the exact look that usually gets him whatever he wants. The playboy look.
"I'm awake enough to do other things," he murmurs, his hand sliding down from your waist to grip your hip firmly, his thumb digging into the bone through the fabric.
Your fingers freeze in his hair. You look down at him, your cheeks warming. "You're stupid," you murmur, completely flustered and hating how effortlessly he does this to you.
Jungkook just gives you a knowing smile, and shifts slightly, tilting his head to press a kiss right over your covered stomach. He then pulls back just enough to look up at you, his dark eyes hooded and still heavy with sleep.
"You stress too much, Y/N"
"That's because you stress me out,"
He chuckles sending a vibration directly against your body. You are melting into the mattress, and you both know it. Shifting his weight, he pushes up onto his hands, moving effortlessly to hover entirely over you, blocking out the pale morning light creeping through the blinds with his shoulders. He dips his head, pressing a open-mouthed kiss to your exposed collarbone.
"I can make you relax real well, too," he teases, his breath fanning hot over your skin as his lips trace up the column of your neck.
"No need," you gasp out, trying to push at his chest, but your weak protest is entirely ignored.
Jungkook drops his head lower, and a embarrassing sound escapes your throat as he lightly nips the sensitive skin right where your neck meets your shoulder. His hand slides all the way up your ribs, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of the shirt, his palm finding your bare skin and pushing upwards to firmly cup your breast.
You feel dizzy instantly when his thumb brushes over you. God, he's so good at this. Of course he is. He's Jeon Jungkook. Someone that shouldn't be here.
You get lost in the sensation. In the way his mouth latches onto the sweet spot of your neck. His tongue licks over your skin before his lips create a heavy suction, marking you. You know full well he is leaving a hickey there; claiming you in a way a casual hookup shouldn't be allowed to. You will have to hide the mark with concealer and collared shirts for the next five days. But right now, as his teeth lightly drag over the bruised skin, you can't even find the energy to care. You tangle your hands back into his hair, gripping the strands tightly as your eyes slip shut.
You never, ever thought you would end up like this with him. If someone had told you six months ago that you would be risking your entire quiet college existence to become just another body count for Jungkook, you would have laughed in their face.
But look at you being a breathless mess beneath him, completely dismantled as he uses his mouth and hands to manipulate you into staying in this bed forever. Jungkooks lips are hot, dragging down your jaw to bruise the junction of your neck once more, making your toes curl into the sheets.
But enough is enough.
Gathering whatever little willpower you have left, your fingers tighten around his hair, giving a forceful tug that pulls his head back, forcibly pulling his mouth away from your skin, stopping him from continuing to abuse your neck.
"Ah," Jungkook whines softly at the sharp pull on his scalp. He blinks up at you, his lips swollen, and slick from kissing your neck. "What?"
"That's it," you declare. "No more. I have an exam first class today."
Jungkook’s brow furrows, his head resting heavily against your chest. "Fuck the exam."
"I am not fucking the exam, Jungkook," you hold his face back by his hair so he can't bury it back into your neck. "I spent the entire week studying until two in the morning for this. I am not about to miss it because you're feeling lazy."
He rolls his dark eyes, a small, sleepy scoff escaping him. "Of course you did, nerd."
"I am not a nerd," you glare down at his insufferable face. "I just actually care about my future. Unlike some people who think they can slide through life on a leather jacket and a pretty smile."
Jungkook doesn't argue. Instead, his gaze drops from your eyes down to your parted lips, taking his sweet time tracing the flushed skin of your jawline down to the fresh hickey he just left on your neck. You narrow your eyes at him, sensing the trouble brewing in his head.
"Jungkook," you say warningly. "I mean it."
He flickers his eyes back up to yours, perfectly mimicking an innocent expression, right up until you feel his hand slide smoothly down, slipping straight beneath to the elastic band of your panties. Your eyes widen in instant panic. You yank harder on his hair, but he barely winces.
"Kook! Stop—"
"Shh," he mutters. "You're a smart girl. Your bright, shiny future isn't going to fall apart because of one stupid exam."
You try to shift away from him, to twist your hips out of his reach, but the sudden pressure of his middle finger pressing against your heat betrays you entirely. A pathetic, helpless moan escapes your throat. Your back arches involuntarily, head falling back against the pillow in surrender.
Capitalizing on your moment of weakness, Jungkook shifts his weight up, managing to press a kiss along your jawline right up to your chin while his fingers move in a intoxicating rhythm below.
"Jungkook, stop, really—I just—I just want to get good grades," you gasp out as a dizzying surge of heat rushes straight to your core.
"I know, baby," he coos against your chin. "You're such a good student. So smart...I'm so proud of you."
"You piece of shit," you manage to choke out. "You don't care about my grades... you're just trying to shut me up so I don't kick you out!"
Jungkook lets out a low laugh, unbothered by the insult because he know that it's entirely true.
Refusing to let him win this round, you reach down, wrapping your fingers firmly around his wrist and using all your strength to pull his hand away from between your legs. Recognizing the real edge of annoyance in your grip, and realizing you genuinely want to make it to class, Jungkook finally gives up. He sighs heavily, letting his hand drop uselessly onto the sheets, though he makes absolutely no effort to actually get off of you. Instead of moving, he simply collapses his entire torso flat on top of you, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck.
"You are so fucking unavailable, you know that?" he mutters with a dramatic mix of a pout and genuine exasperation. "I don't think I've ever had to compete with a syllabus before."
"Move, Jungkook," you say, giving his bare shoulder a shove that doesn't budge him even an inch. "I'm serious. Off."
"Can't we just stay like this?" he murmurs tiredly, his voice muffled against your collarbone.
"No" you say firmly. "Some of us have responsibilities."
"Responsibilities are overrated," he grumbles, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if physically pins you to the bed. "Just sleep in. Skip the day with me."
You sigh, resting your chin on top of his head as your hands mindlessly massage his scalp. You look down at the popular campus fuckboy, currently clinging to your waist like a giant koala in a pair of basketball shorts. You smile softly to yourself, shaking your head in total disbelief.
"You know, for a guy with a terrifyingly high body count and a strict 'no-sleeping-over' policy, you’re incredibly clingy when you're almost unconscious," you say, your voice dropping into a teasing purr. "Is this just part of your usual morning routine with everyone?"
"Not unconscious," he corrects. "And I don't do this with anyone else."
Your hand freezes in his hair for a fraction of a second before you recover your cool, dry tone. "Right. I’m sure you tell all the girls who you let steal your clothes that they're special."
Jungkook doesn't laugh like he usually does. Instead, he opens his eyes and looks up at you with an intensity that makes your stomach do a ridiculous flip.
"I don’t leave my shirts with anyone else," he says quietly, his thumb lightly trace the hem of his t-shirt collar resting over your collarbone. "And I don't stay past five in the morning."
You raise an eyebrow. "So what, you're just terrible at time management now?"
Jungkook lets out a faint sigh. He pushes himself up slightly, propping his weight on his forearms so he can hover right over your face.
"No," he mutters, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before locking back onto your eyes. "I like it."
"You like what? Ruining my reputation?"
"I like waking up next to you,"
"...What?"
"I like that I don't have to put on a show when I'm here. And... I don't really want to sneak out anymore."
"Jungkook," you start carefully. "We're friends. With benefits. Excellent benefits, sure, but—"
"I don't care about the label we started with," he cuts in.
Before you can pull up another defense, he shifts his weight, sliding closer until he is hovering just millimeters over your lips, trapping you in his space.
"You're joking," you whisper, trying to force out a nervous laugh, though it gets hopelessly caught in your throat. "You're sleep-deprived and delirious. You're just talking."
Jungkook doesn't get frustrated or roll his eyes. Instead, he presses a sweet peck right to the corner of your mouth, followed by another soft kiss directly to your bottom lip.
"I'm not joking, Y/N," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours with every spoken word. He's leaning in fully, using every kiss, every lingering touch to work his way straight past your defenses, trying to capture your heart. "I haven't been joking about us for a long time."
You blink at him, your mind racing. "Right. And what about your usual crowd? I'm supposed to just forget the fact that half the university thinks you're taking a different girl home every weekend? I don't really feel like believing a guy who—"
Jungkook lets out a weary sigh, a faint scoff escaping him as he pulls back just enough to look you dead in the eye.
"I don't give a shit about other girls," he says, his dark gaze unwavering. Then, a wicked little spark flashes in his eyes as a teasing smirk tugs at his swollen lips. "Honestly? My cock doesn't even really react to anyone else anymore. It's kind of a problem."
An unexpected, loud snort erupts from your nose. "Oh wow, how romantic, Jeon." you wheeze out, your face burning a deep shade of red as you bring both hands up and shove hard against his bare chest, finally summoning the strength to sit up in bed.
Jungkook lets out a dramatic whine, but he follows your lead, propping himself up on his hip and tilting his head like an overly curious puppy, his messy fringe falling into his eyes.
Even with your back pressed against the headboard, you can't escape him. He lazily reaches out, his hand finding your thigh through the baby pink duvet, slowly massaging the soft flesh in soothing pattern.
"What?" he asks, flashing a cocky eyebrow at your red face. "Are you scared?"
"I'm not scared," you snap back defensively, wrapping your arms over your chest. "It's just... people will talk. If we do this...if we become an actual thing, the entire building will be talking about it. People are going to have opinions. Your reputation isn't exactly subtle."
"Let them talk," he says simply. "Who cares?"
You stare at him, completely at a loss for words. You look at his stupidly handsome face, the sculpted lines of his abs, and the genuine warmth in his dark eyes. As annoying as he is, and as much as he drives you insane with his lingering, his smirk, and his complete disregard for your schedule, you really do enjoy having him around.
Over the last few months, your chest had started aching with a uncomfortable sting whenever you saw him strutting down the college hallways, having to pretend he was just a stranger because of the strict 'no-strings' rule you both set. You hated not getting to talk to him. You hated watching him walk away.
Jungkook notices the shift in your eyes, reading the subtle crack in your armor like an open book. He leans in, closing the distance between you once again. His hand slides up your thigh, giving your leg a squeeze as his lips press into yours. The kiss is slow, melting away the last lingering threads of your resistance.
"So?" he murmurs between soft presses of his mouth. "You in?"
He nips at your bottom lip, dragging it gently with his teeth before releasing it with a pop. You let out a shaky breath, and taking advantage of your silence, Jungkook leans close to your ear, voice dropping into a whisper.
"Or are you really going to reject me, Y/N?" he rasps, his warm lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Gonna break my poor, fragile heart?
You pull back just enough to glare at him, your lips mere inches apart. "Says the guy who spent the last two semesters playing with half the campus's hearts."
"I won't play with yours," he answers instantly, dropping all the playful teasing, completely serious "I promise."
You look at him for a long second, taking in the genuine honesty in his doe eyes.
"Okay," you whisper softly.
Jungkook’s face instantly lights up. A triumphant smile breaks across his lips. "Okay?"
"Okay," you repeat.
Jungkook lets out a low, victorious hum, wrapping his arms around your waist and forcefully tackling you backward onto your back. You squeal as your head hits the soft pillows, the breath knocked right out of you as his massive frame settles comfortably on top of yours once again, pinning you to the mattress.
He peppers quick, affectionate kisses all over your face; your cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and lastly along your collarbones.
"Good," he murmurs, supremely pleased with himself. "You're my girlfriend now," he mumbles happily against your skin. "Deal with it, nerd. Now go ahead and cancel that exam so we can sleep."
"Let's put the end in friends, yeah?" ch2 <teaser>
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fwb, college au, smut, angst
a/n: i had been dying to give a sneak peek of the chapter so might as well just do it now
pt1
Jungkook has it all memorized, the way your hair cascades down shoulders, how your strands frame your face. The way his heart rate rises when you smile at him. How his skin shivers when you gently caress his skin while tracing his tattoos. He loves to watch you eat, especially spicy food, fighting his inner urge to kiss your lips all swollen and red. He knows you dislike coriander so he picks out each one before you even eat. The way you bat your lashes to get your way. Your eyes shining with a mischievous glint, sure enough that in the end he will give in. When it comes to you he couldn’t ever bring himself to say no.
His y/n
It sounds so pleasing, it feels too good to call you his. The feeling consumes him all. How fulfilling it would be to love you and to be loved by you. To have you in his embrace, your body tangled with his, radiating warmth when his face is your neck, nose tracing your soft skin. Your hands tangled in his hair gently massaging his scalp. It would be his version of heaven.
It is Jungkook’s dream
no quite literally
He reaches to pull you closer, but all he feels is the cold bed no longer dipping under your weight. And just like that Jungkook is wide awake and panicking. You wouldn’t leave him like that, would you? Like a one night stand, disregarding his devotion which almost like a declaration of his love. No, no you wouldn’t. Jungkook had planned to confess last night. However, the moment he felt your arms around him, he felt sleep slowly taking over and he decided for the next morning. And here he was, almost jumping out of his covers heading towards the bathroom.
He lifted his hand to knock but the door gets pushed ajar. His eyes find it empty, jungkook turns to rush to the living room desperate in search of even your shadow, silhouette, anything that might hint your presence and bring ease to his heart.
“y/n?” his soft call disrupts the silence in the room temporarily but quickly dissolves into the air like a mist.
Warnings: 18+ mdni, cock riding, praise kink, spanking, pussydrunk jk, downbad jk, big dick jk..that's it ig
a/n: hi so..this is my first time writing. please go easy on me cuz english isnt my first language. sorry for any mistakes! >_< also I wanted to write about THIS particular jungkook because he just looks so yum.
it's how your pussy feels around him, throbbing and clenching greedily sucking him up.
yeah..he's fucked.
because the way you sit so prettily on top of him, riding his cock, little moans coming out of your mouth. God it's music to his ears.
his cock twitches at the sight of you.
you had decided to wear a sundress after taking a shower. you thought jungkook would like it too and decided to show him.
boy, you didn't expect that you would do this damage.
and that the damage would end up with you bouncing on his cock.
because lord when he saw you, he lost it. he almost creamed his pants. is he a fucking teenager?
"kook, so good mhmm", you are blabbering, so high in pleasure and the feeling of his cock stretching out your walls is wonderful.
"yeah baby? you love it don't you? riding my cock like a good girl", jungkook says with a smirk. he starts giving open-mouthed kisses tracing your jaw, down your neck and in between your tits.
God he loves your tits. the way they bounce as you ride him, so soft and perky. he takes one in his mouth sucking at your nipple. your whines only grow louder and he smiles while circling his tongue around your nipple.
"kook, more please"
that's it he won't stop now, maybe never.
jungkook hugs you close, face in your tits as he starts thrusting up into you. pulling your hips down harder he hits THAT spot.
again.
and again.
his pace? outright criminal.
"aah right there, please don't stop", oh no he won't, he fears he won't ever be able to stop.
"baby, I wouldn't even dream of it. such a polite girl eh", jungkook pulls out his tip coated in your juice and slams right back in.
"love how your tight little pussy is taking me baby, so good for me. fuck I love this pussy"
a smack lands on your ass as you jolt in ecstasy. you almost cry out, as he continues to spank your ass rubbing the spot gently.
"look at yourself ahh fuck. you love me splitting you open eh? stretching out your little hole so you're used to the shape of me forever, aren't ya?"
your moans have gotten louder, your hair is a mess. your head thrown back in pleasure and him hitting your spot repeatedly has got you biting your lip and arching your back. fucking hell yoga could never.
lewd noises fill the room and your legs are giving out. it's like he knew immediately because jungkook picks you up and lays you down on the couch, hips still connected.
and woohoo he's going to town.
jungkook spreads your thighs even farther and pounds into you. your pussy is quivering, sucking him so deep you can feel him in your tummy. you're left a whimpering mess as he continues to drill his cock into your soaking cunt. it's absolutely filthy, the way he is bullying your walls.
jungkook is mesmerised by the sight or maybe just pussydrunk, but he definitely loves it.
looking at his cock hammering into your pussy, the way you are clenching around him like you don't want him to leave. it's absolute bliss.
"look how your cunt talks to me baby", looking down at your pussy he speaks, "you love me stretching you out, don't ya?"
plap, plap, plap
your cunt speaks in return by making even more lewd noises, squelching around him as he increases his pace.
"oh fuck y/n, she loves me baby", jungkook groans throwing his head back. you are a sight to behold, squirming beneath him. your brain is all mushy and you've lost the ability to speak coherently, whining and babbling in pleasure. your tits are jiggling, thighs are shaking as you feel yourself reaching your high.
"kook, mhm gonna come"
"not now baby, be a good girl and wait please y/n," jungkook says biting back a moan, he slaps your thigh. he is trying so hard to not come, but your gummy walls are sucking him dry, your pussy is clenching so hard around him and his thrusts are slowing down.
"kook please"
"come for me y/n", jungkook says, delivering repeated deep thrusts. you feel your orgasm rippling, pussy pulsing around his cock as he coaxes you through it.
he feels himself getting closer as well. his mouth is on yours, skin slapping and his low groans being swallowed by you.
"come for me, kook. mhmm want you to fill me up" you speak, still shaking from your high.
"fuck y/n", jungkook says as spills his load inside you grinding slowly.
the two of you remain still on the couch, bodies entangled. His arm around your waist pulling you closer as he snuggles his face into your neck. post-sex jungkook was so clingy and you absolutely adored him. you pull back a little and start to pepper him with small kisses all over his face. when your lips meet, the taste of your mouth is all he could ask for. slow, sweet kisses, his tongue slipping inside your mouth begging for more.
"you know I think I should wear sundresses more often," you speak, smiling when you pull away to catch your breath.
"let me take you to the bedroom, then you can tell me more about what you think eh?" he speaks while looking at you in pure adoration.
July was such a rough month for me and I'm still recovering I know I still haven't posted ch2 of lptef but I have decided to keep it on hold for now and maybe work on something new and I'll be taking requests as well. I don’t think I'm in the right headspace to continue writing it. I had been dying to complete it because I really loved my writing in the second chapter more than the first and I really had big smile while reading some parts because I was so excited to share it with you all but life seriously sucks atm and I hope you all can understand. I really have been feeling miserable because I haven't gotten any time to write and writing is one the only things that gives me joy and I'm truly sorry
so I don't think I'll be able to post ch2 of lptef right now. I almost there with it but life happened, I have a lot on my plate and there are some elements of the chapter that I'm not really liking. so please wait a little <3
synopsis: A summer storm leaves you wide awake in bed with Yoongi.
[requested]
warnings: mdni, 18+, pwp, bf! Yoongi, f! reader, fools in love, smut, mentions of multiple orgasms (f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, drool mentioned, Yoongi big, riding, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected smut, smidge cum eating, mention of edging (m. rec), size difference, etc
WC: 1.8K +
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
You can't breathe; your lungs shudder with the effort, and your head falls back into the pillows just as the thunder rumbles, followed by a flash of lightning outside the window to your left.
It's raining heavily outside, and your entire apartment is covered in a shroud of black because the electricity had gone out two hours ago. You should be asleep like almost everyone else is right now because of it, but instead, you're crying out, clawing at your bedsheets as Yoongi grips your thighs tighter, keeping you still as he groans lowly between your legs.
He's been teasing your sloppy cunt for ages, driving you crazy with his fat tip against your clit, and you're soaking, dripping profusely, pathetically so.
All night he'd been playing with you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your pretty pussy, and you felt stupid. You'd cum on his tongue, his fingers, and, to the delight of him, just on the tip of his plump cock.
You were a mess, sticky with your slick and his gooey precum, and through your glossy eyes, you could just make out his smirk as your cunt quivered in your latest orgasm. Unabashedly, he dragged his fingers through your puffy folds, swirling the gluey cream onto his fingers before popping them into his mouth with a wolfish grin, savoring the way you two tasted together with a hum, and it made your jaw drop.
Your pussy throbbed needily, and another boom of thunder resonated through the room, drowning out your gasps for a moment. "Yoongi - hic - please," You hiccuped, your eyelashes wet with tears as he kept one of your knees up to your chest. His hand was digging into your soft flesh as he rolled his hips forward slowly, languidly dragging his shaft through your swollen folds again.
You watch him pretend to think about it, his eyebrows furrowing as he glides his hefty cock through your sodden slit, and his mouth feels dry with the way you whine from the back of your throat. Your cunt's frothed with the mixture of his creamy seed and your cum, and it's hypnotizing watching it seep down to your ass and onto the bed underneath you. Still, he's got enough restraint to move his tongue that was stuck stupidly to the roof of his mouth to rasp out a, "you- hah - you think you can take all of me now, pretty?"
It was no secret that Yoongi was big, the biggest. He was thick and plump in girth with a curve that made your mouth salivate, and you'd been begging for him to let you feel it, all of it, but the most Yoongi ever did was give you his tip, letting your entrance stretch taut around the rotund, globular head. It was deliriously delicious, the sting of just that, and the way he'd edge himself in and out, in and out, until you shook underneath him, cumming with a blubbering cry. He'd coo, praising you while circling fat and slow swirls on your pulsing clit with his thumb, but you wanted more.
"More? You're telling me you want more, Baby." Fuck, you didn't know you said that out loud, but Yoongi's dark eyes lowered, and before you could blink, he had you switching positions, forcing your quivering legs to straddle his hips as your cute cunt hovered over his plump tip. "Show me how much more you want."
And you can't help yourself - the invitation too enticing as your fingers dig into his chest, your hips swivel, tilting down, down, down. Your chest heaves, your glossy lips part, and Yoongi gets a front row seat to the lewd expression as your eyes roll back at the feeling of sinking your pretty cunt down his cock inch by mouth-watering inch.
You only get half-way before Yoongi's hips are lifting, rocking up and down in taunting rolls, leaving your ears ringing as he moves underneath you. "Y'know you're not gonna fit it all, if you don't relax - c'mon, Baby, thought you wanted more?" He accompanies each word with an addictive thump, thumping open your gummy walls, bullying his cock in deeper, and your head lolls backwards from the stretch.
"I'm - Oh! Oh!" You're hiccuping out a sob. This was ridiculous; he was so thick and long you couldn't think, you couldn't breathe. And that's exactly how Yoongi liked you: feverish, needy, and cockdrunk. You're barely able to take it, alternating between dragging your drooling cunt up and then back down, swallowing a bit more of his length with each filthy slurp of your pretty pussy and swiveling your hips to feel the way his tip stirred your insides, stretching you wide open.
Yoongi is barely any better than how you feel. His dark eyebrows are knitting together like he was in pain, his hooded eyes zeroed in on the way your pussy was stretched around him, taking him so slowly up and down. You feel so good, snugly wrapped around him; he feels like he might pass out, but he knows you can take more of him, and he says as much. "C'mon, c'mon, Baby - that's it, doin' so good for me. You feel so good." The smile he gives you is dazzling, almost making you lose your footing, and your velvety walls squeeze him tighter in response. "You like that, huh? That's what you've been beggin' for, right? Too be filled, stuffed to the brim?"
Clearly, you're not the only one feeling cotton fill inside your head. Yoongi's eyes are shiny, glossy like the slick that drips down his shaft that's not inside you, and he moves his hand to your mound, displaying his fingers over your body as his thumb finds your clit. He thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing swift circles, and your pussy weeps in pleasure.
"Wait! Yoon- Yoongi!" Each completed swab has you sinking lower, and your hands scramble to press against his chest.
"No, no, don't run - Don't get shy now." His hands grab your waist, keeping your shivering hips still before pulling you down at the same time he pushes his hips up. He doesn't stop until your pretty ass meets his hips, and the tip of his cock knocks into the back of your cunt, stuffing you to the brim.
Your gummy walls spasm around his length, massaging the zig-zag veins that run down his shaft, and you're absolutely ruined in the best way possible.
Your jaw hangs, your eyes cross, and your hands mindlessly map down Yoongi's chest, trying to find an anchor to keep you steady as Yoongi gives you barely a moment to adjust. "Oh! You're so big!" You slur stupidly, and Yoongi's vision swims from the fact that you look so far gone off of him, and the fact that your pussy's taken him all the way down to the hilt. His heavy balls press against your ass as proof, and you twitch adorably on top of him.
Your weepy cunt gives a shuddering pulse, and both Yoongi and you moan as your thighs tremble to pick yourself up. Your pussy slurps lewdly, sucking him tightly until he's about half-way out before you thwack your hips back down, stuffing yourself silly and making both of you gasp as his swollen cock bumps filthily into the back of your cunt, marking it with a few wads of his gooey precum.
You were so fucking pretty, swiveling your hips up and down in such a cadence, mindlessly fucking yourself onto his cock. Yoongi's jaw unlocks into a rambling stupor. He's full of praise, his tongue wetting his dry lips as his swirling dark eyes are fixated on you, your pretty pussy that was molding to his cock, your tits bouncing with each smack, and your fucked-out expression.
"That's it, take what you want - you're so beautiful - fuck! Just like that- you're milking my entire fuckin' cock, Baby."
You're gorgeous, and Yoongi's ears roar with his own heartbeat, drowning out the storm outside as he pulls you down for a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks over yours, swallowing your wrecked moans, and his arms wrap around your back, keeping you tucked into his chest.
He takes over control, locking you into the kiss as his feet plant onto the bed, and his hips buck up meanly to fill you deeper. The new angle has his curved cock punching out noises even you didn't know you could make, and you're pinned, taking each whack of his hips upwards as he sucks on your bottom lip, pussydrunk.
The familiar pooling of heat in your abdomen grows hotter with each thud of his hefty cock drilling into your sopping core, and you're unable to stop the drool that forms at the corner of your lip. You're gonna cum, and both of you know it because you're squeezing the life out of him. Your silky walls are throbbing in addictive pulses, making Yoongi pick up the pace.
"You gonna cum again, Pretty?" He rasps, and your whines hiccup pathetically. Your arms are pinned between you and his chest as he keeps his arms wrapped around your back, so you're left to nod dumbly in response. "What does that make it? Four? Heh, four orgasms to get you stuffed with my cock just how you wanted. Fuck, you did so good for me, and now I want to feel ya cum for me one more time, Pretty."
Yoongi's praise caressed over you, and like your body was waiting for it, your orgasm washed over you like a strike of lightning. Your vision whitened, your muscles tensed, and your moan resonated over the rumble of thunder outside your window.
You gushed with your mouth open in a silent scream, squeezing Yoongi's cock in waves that had him stuttering in tempo. "That's it, let it all out for me." He praised, and you rolled your hips back to meet each one of his nasty thrusts in response. He fucked you through your high, kneading your hips and ass before it was his turn to fall off the deep end.
When he came, he held you close, keeping you stuffed to the brim as his head fell back into the pillows with a low groan. His cock twitched, spilling his seed deep inside your quivering pussy, and your lips kissed along his collarbone as your clock on your bedside flashed 00:00; the electricity was back on.
You felt boneless as Yoongi, and you tried to regulate your breathing, and it was then that you noticed the thunder had stopped, leaving a soft rain in its wake. "C'mon, my love, let's take a shower, hmm?" Yoongi's voice was soft as he danced his fingers down your back, and your cheeks flushed as you tilted your head up to meet his eyes.
"I think you might need to carry me," You confessed, and Yoongi's grin was nothing but amused as he smirked at you.
"Yeah? Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
대박 - you made it to the end!
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if you ever doubt that your ao3 comments matter or mean something: i have been struggling with my writing for 6 months straight, crying myself to sleep afraid that i will never be able to write again, that the thing i love most in the world has left me, that my writing is just gone
this morning i got this comment:
and after i stopped blubbering over it, i picked up my writing notebook, and re-read all my fic research, and opened up my document again for the first time in weeks without being afraid of it
you have no idea how much writers treasure every single comment we get. you have no idea how big an impact you can have. sometimes, just sometimes, your one "insignificant" comment changes everything
glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.
alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.
[ part one + intermission + part two + intermission 02 + finale — complete series masterlist, from phase 1 to 3 ]
[ major angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), no cheating happens here btw, some rlly cute moments i swear, jk’s a cold lover, emotional constipation + breakdowns, allusions to anxiety + anxiety attacks, self-deprecation n loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, eventual redemption in the next parts :) ]
notes: it’s finally out and i can’t wait for you to read!! this piece is my baby, the rightful successor to heartburn <3 i’m aware that the last time i wrote a mini-series it was rlly heavy, but please trust me when i say that this would be lighter <3
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