I Hate You, I Love You. (m) | 01

i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

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You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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— BUZZED, 1 (m.)

pairing; taehyung/reader genre; f2l au, smut words; 6,848 rating; explicit

— synopsis; maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

contents; sex toys, multiple orgasms, tipsy taehyung, fingering, dirty talk, phone sex (sort of), dom!taehyung, oral (f receiving).

— chapters; one | two

You stared at your laptop’s screen, gnawing on your bottom lip as you debated whether or not to purchase the item on the page.

Utimi Upgraded Silicone 10 Speed Vibrator. $19.78 + free shipping.

You crossed your ankles and tapped your fingers against the desk you were seated at, still mulling over this decision. Did you really want to spend almost $20 on a vibrator when your hand could clearly do the trick?

It started a few nights ago, when you’d gone over to your friend’s apartment for a wine night. A few of your close friends had gotten tipsy, and eventually—somehow—the conversation had dipped into sex. The friends hosting the get together gushed about how amazing their boyfriends were in bed, and you sat quietly while listening to a few others pipe up about their partners’ unsatisfactory performance.

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;my type (m)

you take the college nerd’s virginity

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | smut; kissing, hand stuff, oral, unprotected sex, soft because that’s what i am for this seokjin (just seokjin in general really)… jin is in glasses! words | 6,119

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falling into you (pt. 1)

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5

→scenario: Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.

→genre: college au, slow burn, shy/nerd!jk + bad girl!oc (mature themes)

→word count: 11,249

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caution: baby on board

cemetery drive || jjk

⇢ summary: to see jeon jungkook and his doe-eyed smiling face, you would wait a million eternities. but this is the story of your life with him, of course: one single, tiny infinity. (ghost au; childhood friends to lovers au)

⇢ genre: fluff, angst

⇢ word count: 4.51k

⇢ warnings: mentions of death (since, you know, ghost au); alcohol; blood; swearing; brief suicidal ideation; sort of dubious self-harm by scratching; fire.

⇢ note: written in a 24 hour challenge because it is hard to write in mental fog & i miss someone, so. here this is. title from the song by my chemical romance.

[now]

Jungkook is sitting cross-legged on top of a gravestone when you see him for the first time in week, shimmering like he has been plucked straight out of a motion picture project sat down before you for no reason at all. He does not utter a word when you plop yourself down on the grass in front of him with a picnic basket, silent.

There is an inordinate amount of silence between the two of you as of late. Not the uncomfortable kind that strings out painfully and is far too hazy in all the wrong places. Just a kind that passes between you in waves of unspoken sentiment and solace and familiarity as though it is a fact that if you were to address the ever-present elephant in the room, this would perhaps dissipate entirely.

You don’t want this to dissipate entirely. Not now. Not ever. If you were to forget, you do not believe you could ever recover from the travesty of it again.

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