Arm Riding Is A Thing Right?

Arm riding is a thing right?

SO CUTE AH

Jungkook + enemies to lovers 😫

are yall okay

e2l + teacher au + dilf jk

As a kindergarten teacher, you’ve kind of been conditioned into being a nice person. After all, you spent most of your day surrounded by people with missing front teeth and shoes that light-up— it’s hard to be mean to children. Especially when they’re all so cute and squishy, have the doughiest cheeks on the planet and say the funniest made up words like, “bazillion-jillion” and “jiggly-wiggly.” They were endearing and they were sweet, often making your day without even meaning to.

The same couldn’t be said for their parents.

Areum is sitting in the reading area, backpack neatly placed atop her desk, when her father arrives. Clad in the same dark suit as always, Jeon Jungkook looks extremely out of place in your colorful classroom. “Daddy!” Areum beams, and he has the decency to at least kiss her forehead hello before jumping headfirst into battle with you.

Jeon Jungkook is a single dad, a fact Areum had randomly decided to disclose to you one afternoon in the sandbox, as children do, so you know he has a lot on his plate. Between working and raising a little girl, you imagine it’s difficult for him to unwind. The dark circles under his eyes are a force to be reckoned with, but you suppose it sort of adds to the sexy dad vibe he’s got going on.

(Not that you could ever say that to his face.)

And as understanding as you want to be of his situation, Jungkook is a little… annoying. He’s a good dad! That fact cannot be denied. But even you can look past your sympathy shades to say that scheduling his fifth parent-teacher meeting of the month is a little excessive.

He has this rather incessant fixation with arguing about her grades, convinced— as most parents are —that his kid is the smartest in the world. So even before Jungkook sits down, you already know what he wants to discuss. His briefcase hits the corner of your desk with a thud, before he flashily draws out a red sheet of craft paper from its depths, Areum’s art project from last week. Doesn’t even offer you a greeting. “This is definitely worth an A+.”

You sigh, pressing your hands against your face. “Mr. Jeon,” you begin slowly, “I’ve explained before that her art projects are not graded solely on the quality, but on her ability to follow instructions as well.”

Jungkook bristles, letting the sheet flutter onto your desk. Areum glances over from behind the kid-sized bookshelf, gives the two of you this pointed look as if she’s the adult in the room trying to reign in two fighting kids. The worst part is that it actually works; in a quieter voice, Jungkook hisses, “Areum’s art is good— I think you just hate my kid.”

Your jaw drops. “What—“ you blurt out, belatedly remembering to keep it down. You push yourself to your feet, arms crossed over your chest. “I do not hate anyone’s kid,” you spit, “much less one as as sweet as Areum.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitches, hands on his hips. “I know she’s sweet,” he spits, briefly glancing over at where the topic of your heated interaction is flipping through a a butterfly book. “Sweet and talented, which is why she should’ve gotten an A+, and not a B+.”

You roll your eyes. “Again, not based on her talent only, Mr. Jeon.” Like a kid, he copies your pose, the sleeves of his suit a little strained as his muscles bulge beneath the fabric. He even looked hot when he was mad. You stomp that thought down, whirling around to reach for Areum’s weekly performance review which you hastily slap down onto your desk. “Look,” you huff, flipping through the sheets carefully held together with a pink paper clip, “she’s good at art, but struggles a little with the instructions.”

Jungkook’s sighs, the sound practically a growl from how it catches in the back of his throat. And despite the annoyance wafting off of him in waves, he tries to subtly lean closer to get a look at your notes. He doesn’t drop his stance, doesn’t even apologize for coming on so rudely— not that it’s the first time —without knowing the situation. He remains as on edge as he was when he first walked in. “‘Needs to have instructions repeated multiple times,’” he recites, eyeing your detailed review.

You nod, trying to push the paper closer to him; Jungkook is standing a little too close now, the scent of his cologne tickling your nose. “She tends to get ahead of herself,” you explain, glancing over. You nearly flinch when he looks back, so close. His gaze is solid and unwavering, meeting yours with a serious glint in his as he listens carefully to what you’re saying. “She needs to work on listening first and then doing.”

For a minute, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, choosing to just rub his hand against his chin as he mulls over the information you’ve just presented him. And while standing beside this awfully gorgeous yet slightly hardheaded man is a little overwhelming, it’s better than having him accuse you of hating his five year-old kid. Areum peeks over and you offer her a tight-lipped smile, which she returns with her own sparkly grin. It eases your nerves.

“Okay,” Jungkook suddenly announces, clapping his hands together. The sound makes you jump, makes Areum run over too. He points a finger your way. “So help her improve her listening skills,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “That’s your job, right?”

You frown. “My job is to teach her,” you correct, unimpressed. “A child’s listening skills are something they usually develop at home.”

“At home?” he repeats, mindlessly placing his huge hand on the top of her tiny head. Areum’s got the same dark brown hair as him, the same glossiness and all, too. “So can’t you just come over and help her?”

You choke. “What?” you cough, flustered at Jungkook’s suggestion and how easily it’d rolled off his tongue. “I’m her teacher, Jungkook, not her tutor or nanny or whatever.”

“Miss __ is gonna come over?” Areum exclaims, clinging to her father’s pant leg.

“No,” you rush to correct, trying to respond in a way gentle enough for Areum but blunt enough for Jungkook. “That would be very inappropriate of me, Areum.” The aforementioned father rolls his eyes, stuffs the hand not petting Areum’s head into his pocket.

“Why?” she asks, as most kids do.

You sigh, straightforward in the glare you send Jungkook. “Only people you know and like should be going to your home, honey,” you try to explain, offering her the best, if strained, smile you can muster.

Areum blinks. “But I know and like you,” she says, and you’re touched for all of two seconds before she feels the need to tack on, “and Daddy likes you, too.” You freeze and it’s Jungkook’s turn to jolt in surprise. Areum pushes on. “Yeah, Miss __,” she nods, seemingly recalling a far distant memory. “Daddy calls you the pretty lady from school, mmhm.”

The blood rushes to your face. Jungkook jumps to his own defense. “No,” he chuckles nervously, trying to play it off as he glances between you and his child, “that’s— I didn’t say that, Areum.”

Another frown from the tiny human dead set on embarrassing the two of you. “What? But Daddy, you always ask about Miss__ and you always wanna visit school just to see—“

He interrupts her with a loud cough, cheeks aflame. Not that you’re any better, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. “We should, um,” Jungkook stammers, reaching for his briefcase, “head home now. Yes.” You nod meekly, clumsily handing him Areum’s art project before he can forget it on your desk. Your hands bump and the both of you stumble over each other’s apologies, choppily bidding each other goodbye.

“Bye, Miss __!” Areum calls, unaware of how she’s just reduced two functional adults into stuttering messes. Jungkook, who you previously wanted to throttle for being so annoying and insistent, spares you a shy glance that sends a tingle down your spine. “You can come over whenever you want! Daddy can make you dinner.”

superstar preview ✦ wooyoung

“If we wait until we are ready we will be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

— Lemony Snicket

“You never believe me! If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?” + best friend Jeongguk + you’re out at the bars (pre covid obvi) and maybe get into a dumb banter before someone drops the info on the other??? Or if you have any other ideas ofc!! Just wanna help you get inspired, ++ I love your writing and missed you!!🥺🥰💕

Hope you’re doing well!!💕

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, f2l, non-idol au

word count: 1.6k

a/n: omg this was from forever ago but i was going through my asks in search for some inspiration and this was it! i changed the prompt up a little bit but the message remains the same, i hope you enjoy!

“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out over the loud music, turning your face away from him in a poor attempt of hiding from him.

“What?” he smiled teasingly.

“Stop staring at me!”

Jeongguk chuckled, tilting his head and intently staring at you, in a way that had your knees shaking in a heartbeat. “You just look way too beautiful tonight”.

There it was again. Beautiful. That one word he had already pronounced six times that night — you had counted.

And once again, your answer was a shake of your head; eyes slightly rolling and a shy, incredulous smile curving up the corners of your lips.

That was all it took for Jeongguk’s previous smile to be erased.

He wanted to believe you had just not heard him — the music was too damn loud after all, as expected from a pub. Then again, it was precisely because of the current volume of the music, that he had made sure to raise his voice just enough for you to hear.

You had heard. He knew that. There was no way you had not when he was sitting right next to you. So, why the hell were you ignoring him when it was the sixth time that night he had called you beautiful?

Maybe you were just uncomfortable by that particular word. But you were his best friend, he knew you, and he knew you loved compliments with your life. It was as if you craved them. However, for some reason he could not put his finger on, when said compliments came from his mouth, you would just shake it off.

Placing his hand on top of yours, which lied on the table your group of friends was in, he managed to catch your attention — eyes snapping up at him in surprise, yet not removing your hand from his gentle touch.

“You look beautiful” he repeated. Louder this time, eyes intently on yours as he pronounced each word.

Again, a shy smile and a shake of your head.

“You really do, though” one of your friends agreed from the other side of the table.

“Aw, thank you” you smiled genuinely.

You have got to be kidding him.

Missing Jeongguk’s touch as he removed his hand from yours, you turned your head back to him, not being able to keep yourself from frowning at the sight of his sudden serious semblance.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered.

Jeongguk shrugged, looking away and taking a sip from his drink to avoid giving you a proper answer.

“Jeongguk-ie…” you looked for his hand, only getting to touch the back of it for a small second before he pulled it away, almost making it seem like your mere touch was burning him. “Did I say something wrong?”

Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he shook his head no — not even a second going by before he stood up. “I’m going to take some air”.

Quickly excusing yourself from your friends as you watched him walk away towards the exit, you followed right after him. “Yah, Jeongguk-ah!”

Once outside, with the cold air of the night hitting your until then warm body and the music no longer keeping you from having a proper conversation, you reached for his hand, pulling him towards you with one swift movement — not knowing if you had done the right thing by following him, given the cold stare he was looking at you with felt colder than the night itself.

“What?” he spat.

“Why are you suddenly mad at me?”

“Does it matter?” he snorted. “It’s not like you’d believe me anyway”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I’ve been telling you you look beautiful the entire night and all you’ve done is shake your head like I’m talking nonsense” he pointed out. “Yet it takes Junhee to say it one time, for you to go all ‘aw, thank you so much, you’re so sweet’ to him”.

“I do not talk like that” you called him out on the way his voice had turned a higher pitch to resemble yours. “And I did not say that”.

“Is that really all you got from what I just said?” he scoffed. “Why is it so difficult to take a compliment from me but so easy to do so when anyone else does it? We’re best friends, if anything shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

You shook your head, lowering it so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. “You’re drunk, Jeongguk”.

“No, I’m not! Is that what this is all about?” his eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards you. “Because I’ve only had two drinks so far and I’ve been telling you you look beautiful ever since I picked you up earlier tonight. You’re gonna need a better excuse than that”.

You sighed, focusing your eyes on his once again. “You just… don’t mean it”.

“What?”

“We’ve been friends for years now and we’ve always joked around giving each other compliments…” you explained. “And even flirting sometimes”.

“And even then you wouldn’t react the way you do now” he pointed out. “I’ve always meant every compliment I’ve given you, whether we were joking around or not. You know that. I don’t get what’s changed”.

“Nothing’s changed” you said, quite defensively. “It’s just that lately you’ve been calling me beautiful a lot, and I know you mean it just like that. In a playful way, like you always have”.

“I’m not playing around, Y/N” he promised. “I told you, I’ve always meant every single compliment I’ve said to you. And lately I’ve meant it more than ever, I’m not joking around”.

“But that’s the thing!” you threw your head back in exasperation. “It’s starting to feel way too real to me but I know deep down you are saying it just like a friend”.

“I’m not saying it just like a friend!” he argued. “That’s the whole point”.

You stood there in silence, staring up at him as he came closer to you — just enough for you to take a step back and feel your body lightly hit the wall.

“You don’t mean that”.

“Oh, my God!” he threw his head back, running his hands down his face as he tried to put himself together. “You never believe me! I tell you you are beautiful, you don’t. I tell you I’m not saying it as a friend, you don’t” his eyes squinted into what looked like a glare. “If I told you right now that I love you, as more than a best friend, would you even believe me?”

You felt your body tremble at his words, feeling uncertain yet needing to hear him say those words. “You… love me?”

“Would you believe me if I said it?” he pushed it.

“I would have to hear it coming from your mouth first”.

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip. Knowing you, his best friend, way too much, he knew those three words alone wouldn’t be enough to convince you. So, coming closer to you and internally thanking the fact that you could not take another step back, he leaned in just enough for his nose to brush against yours.

Feeling your breathing become heavier at the closeness of his face with yours, he looked into your eyes for any sign of you wanting to run away from him and what you knew he would do next.

When you did not move an inch away from him, however, he placed his warm fingers around your neck — not to make it harder for you to breathe, but to keep you from moving when his mouth collided with yours.

That was all it took for you to understand he meant it.

And when your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss, trying to fight your smile after his tongue had ever so softly massaged yours, he knew you felt the exact same way he did.

“I love you” he murmured against your lips, forcing himself to look away from them and stare into your eyes instead.

You smiled. Genuinely. Just like you always did whenever someone said something sweet to you. Just like you always used to when he would say something sweet to you. Only, this time, your eyes seemed to shine brighter than they ever had.

“Would you believe me if I said I love you, too?” you murmured.

“Mm… I’m not sure” he sighed over dramatically. “Maybe if you said it and then kissed me the same way you did seconds ago, I could consider it…”

You rolled your eyes, a sweet smile curving up your lips as your fingertips drew gentle circles on the nape of his neck. “I love you”.

Jeongguk smiled, resting his forehead on yours. “Like more than a best friend?”

“Like more than a best friend” you confirmed.

“Will you kiss me now so I can try and believe you?”

“You’re such an ass” you laughed, shoving him slightly off, only to have him grab your waist and pull you towards him right away.

“You want me to believe you but you’re only insulting me and I am still not feeling your lips on m—”

Yup… Just like he thought, he believed you. Not like he actually needed you to kiss him for him to do so, but fuck, did it feel so damn good to have your mouth softly moving against his.

The best part of it all, though? After all this time, you finally believed him. And he would make sure from now on you always did.

firsts (m)

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: like straight up smut but it’s like domestic, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, squirting, cum play, a little cock warming?? (me listing all these and feeling ashamed???)

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Your dick isn’t anywhere near me yet, Yoongi,” you respond, eyeing the hand he put on your shoulder, fingers lightly tracing your skin.

“I know…I just want you to be comfortable since…you know,” Yoongi stammers a bit, cheeks blushing at the mere thought of you still being a virgin.

You and Yoongi had been dating for a good six months, and you had told him from the get-go that you wanted to wait until you were ready to have sex. It wasn’t as if your virginity was something you held sacred, you just wanted to do it with someone you were comfortable with and trusted completely. And Yoongi was that.

“C’mon babe,” you lace your words with an uncharacteristic sweetness that has Yoongi flush a deeper shade of crimson, “I can’t wait any longer.” At his lack of movement, you take the hand still on your shoulder and slowly drag it to your breast, squirming a bit when he squeezes the soft mound.

“Yoongi,” you moan softly, “please..”

“Maybe I should eat you out so it won’t hurt as much,” he laments, eyes fixated on where his fingers play with your nipple.

“As much as I’d love nothing more, you already ate me out twice,” you pout, “I. Want. Your. Dick.” you punctuate your words by rolling your hips against Yoongi so slowly that he can probably feel how wet you are through the thin fabric of his boxers. As much as you wanted to tease him, your movements make you shudder when you feel the tent Yoongi’s sporting and you’re shocked he’s been so patient thus far. He grits his teeth, sucking in cold air and trails his eyes down your body till he sees just how wet and ready you are for him, following the path with his hands, he lightly trails over your center and you shamelessly whine but continue to watch him, enthralled by the concentration he’s giving your pussy. You feel time move slower when he lifts his finger, you’re upset at the lack of contact but you can’t stop watching when he puts the same finger into his mouth and he groans. “You know I actually wouldn’t mind that,” he says, still sucking on his finger.

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