Chasing Butterflies | Jjk

chasing butterflies | jjk

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

pairing | jeon jungkook x reader

genre/warnings | fluff, college au, coffee shop au, pining, somewhat idiots to lovers, jock!reader, nerd/weeb/otaku!kook, swimmer!kook, jock!jimin, kook smiles a lot, reader is a dumbass, jungkook is a dumbass, everyone’s a dumbass tbh, love confessions, profanity, like a lot of profanity, smut: oral (f receiving), face riding, grinding, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap ur willy before things get silly kids!), creampie, soft!kook except when horny, this is somewhat crack-y, there’s also a very fair amount of secondhand embarrassment in this just fair warning i cringed a lot while writing it

word count | 12.8k | cross posted to ao3

a/n | i busted literally all of this in one day because i couldn’t sleep and had the idea for a coffeeshop au with pining nerd/jock, but i didn’t want to do the trope of pining nerd and i also kept seeing @strawbxxymilk‘s tags saying she was going to fight jungkook, so you can partially blame her for his (love u reni xx) i’m honestly REALLY in love with this fic, it was so much fun to write and even edit, like i honestly have never been happier with how a fic turned out.

If asked, you don’t think you’d be able to point to one exact moment that led to this. You aren’t sure why anything about your college life has been the way it is. You went through almost all middle school and part of high school intending on coasting through under the radar. You didn’t have many friends and you didn’t mind that, citing quality over quantity, and you definitely expected that to continue into your extended school career.

Somehow, though, you ended up on the volleyball team - the captain had seen you playing in a gym class and recruited you. She was adamant that with practice and training, you’d be great, and also they needed at least one more person if they were going to have any chance at competing that year. So you agreed, started practicing, got good, and…kept doing it. You were a talented player, and you made several close friends through the game, ones that had lasted you until even now.

You only got better and better, too, earning you more than one offer from various universities. It was exciting when you finally chose one, and even more exciting that your friend group almost tripled overnight. University teams were large, you discovered, and while that meant more competition, it also meant more friends. More friends that had more connections to people on other teams, in other sports, who were also fun and extroverted and threw really good parties. 

You like to think you’re still that little nobody from middle school. You enjoy your readings and your coursework, and a lot of nights you choose to stay behind in your shared apartment instead of going out. As much as you like to think that, though, you can’t help but face the truth every time you look in the mirror after practice or a game or a workout.

You’re a jock.

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Amazing. Incredible. Spectacular. Immaculate. Iconic. I could go on forEVER, like WOW. Here is an actual picture of me reading this work of art from my place in hell.

it starts and ends with you

↠ pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

↠ genre: fluff/smut + friends to lovers au

↠ word count: 15.8k

↠ warnings: slight dom!jeongguk, spanking, light dirty talk, slut calling, light degradation, oral (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), creampie

↠ summary: You have been friends with Jeon Jeongguk for years. And sure, you might be halfway in love with him, but you’re too stubborn to do something or to even realize he’s got his heart laid on a silver platter for you — and for your information, he does not want it back.

↠ a/n: this took me a god long awful time, but i wanted it to be perfect so… hope you all enjoy! 

“Let me get this straight.” The blonde-hair man reveals his disbelief with a skeptic look, doubting the severity of the situation your swine of a best friend left you both in before sliding your drinks down the wooden concrete counter. Small cubes of ice colliding with the pellucid crystal like coins in a slot machine, not a single drop of your margarita falling out. “You dyed Yoongi — as in, Min fucking Yoongi’s clothes pink?”

You wince at the memory, running your hands down your face in despair. If looks could kill you would have died the second Yoongi caught your best friend and you in a verbal dispute with his beloved sweater — freshly dyed pink like the lot of his laundry — crumpled Taehyung’s hand. Although the man is a sweetheart dipped in honey (when he tries to be, anyway), he could easily suck the soul out of you with the smallest glare.

Taehyung, who’s settled on the stool beside you, lets his head fall into his hands, an exasperated sigh abandoning his lips. He, for reasons you cannot determine, is completely unaffected by what occurred minutes ago at his apartment. The anger resonating off of Yoongi did not seem to affect him at all. Resting his chin on his palm, he swirls his drink in the glass, an unimpressed expression spreading across his features.

“For the hundredth time, Jimin, you piece of shit, yes,” Taehyung accentuates the last word, frowning. “We both — ow! I mean, I accidentally, maybe on purpose, dyed Yoongi’s clothes pink because I’m the only one with a pair of damn balls — ow! For fuck’s sake, ___, stop pinching me!”

“Sorry,” you glower, eyes narrowed on his figure. “It’s just how I respond to stupidity.”

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his only crime is being too handsome

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The Rich Man’s Crochet Club

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for doing what she does best aka this perfect moodboard

Pairing: Namjoon / Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: first time sex (Namjoon), oral (male + female), dirty talk

Genre: Virgin!AU / College!AU

Synopsis: When they were freshmen in college, Namjoon began a club with his six closest friends. The one thing they all had in common? V i r g i n s as fuck. Obviously, they couldn’t call the club the Virgins Club though and so, the Rich Man’s Crochet Club was born. Until time passes and Namjoon is the only one left. Now, the Club has one, final mission: to get Namjoon laid.

[[ Cross-posted to Wattpad here ]]

Word Count: 32,476

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uh, o-op, I have... a question... a few questions

Just failed No Poop November

I fuck w this fic heavy 🥺

Romantically Challenged [Jackson Wang]

Tags: 5.7k words, AU, Humor, Idiocy, Fluff, Angst, Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Language + Mentions of Alcohol use, 18+ suggestive themes.

Prompt:  courtesy of @write-it-motherfuckers “You really need to stop flirting with every woman you see.” & “I don’t just flirt with every woman I see…I flirt with every man too.”

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