JUNGKOOK | 210730 Vlive [2/2]

JUNGKOOK | 210730 vlive [2/2]

the most heartwarming read !! the simple gradual build up of their relationship and the time stamps. gosh my heart broke when they fought and confessed they were faking only to be mended when they finally talked to each other. the ending scene was so cute. one of my favs <33

it’s all fun & games

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

summary: in which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected. 

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fake dating au | angst/fluff 

warnings: slow burn!!! this use to be a five-part story condensed into a one-part story.

word count: 23.3k 

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they are so in love i can't GAHH SO ENDEARING obsessed with them is an understatement!!

( 03. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 2.9k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 03. the one with ex-boyfriend !

“i think we should eat somewhere else.”

jeongguk, who was scrolling through his phone when you said that, looked back at you yet didn’t stop walking towards the counter of the fast food restaurant you just entered in, causing you to hurriedly go to his side and make a poor attempt at using his bigger frame as cover. “what the hell are you doing, ____?” he asked, chuckling.

“can we please eat somewhere else?” you asked again, tugging his arm now.

“we can’t do that. the others already know that we’re going to meet up here.”

by others, he meant the other friends you were scheduled to catch up with upon the midterm exams concluding approximately two hours ago. they were only going to be three—goeun, taehyung, and haru—the same people who became the reason why you and jeongguk were acquainted with each other in the first place.

it happened in the second semester of freshman year after taehyung, serving as the photographer that time in the official campus publication, introduced you to jeongguk, one of his high school friends. you were only a features writer back then, while haru and goeun, on the other hand—haru was a sports writer and goeun was a friend of yours in a gen-ed class who happened to be a high school friend of taehyung too, already part of the friend group thing going on with jeongguk until they started including you in their plans after school that inevitably granted you the fifth spot in the gang as well.

you were initially only close to haru and taehyung, given the fact that you were in the same organization as they were; then you spent more time with goeun since you two were the girls and had the most classes together then too. and when it came to jeongguk? well, as funny as it sounded, you and him only got really close last year.

there was always a hidden barrier between you and him before, a barrier that typically made being alone with him kind of awkward, the type that made small talk insufferable and ‘forced’, your insides legitimately cringing with every attempt of a conversation you did with jeongguk at the beginning. though if you were in a group setting and obviously with the other three—it was entirely different, as some might even guess you and jeongguk were the closest of the bunch if they saw your crew from a distance laughing and sharing jokes with each other.

that wasn’t entirely untrue now, of course. jeongguk was undeniably the one you have been closest to for the last few months, prior to the both of you fooling around between the sheets.

from what you could recall, it was something about accompanying him to his uncle’s newly built restaurant and helping them put things together that made being with jeongguk not as tricky as it used to be and led to the exact relationship you have with him at this moment as you both spoke.

“someone i know is here,” you said.

his eyes perked. “you’ve got to be more specific on that. we’re like a few walks away from the university.”

“it’s someone from my past.”

“your past?” he snickered at the use of the word. “an ex-boyfriend, i’m guessing?”

“yeah, you’re right about that.”

“really? holy shit, where?” jeongguk appeared like he was enjoying your possible future humiliation, whipping his head around the area that caused you to tug on his arm again in annoyance.

“can you be any more suspicious? i already think he saw us walk inside—no need to look like a fucking owl.”

“but i want to check something.”

“what the fuck do you want to check?”

“i want see if i’m hotter than him.”

you paused, blinking at him, a gesture that he wasn’t able to see for he was still so busy gawking around the place. “for what? it’s not like you’re my boyfriend for you to compete about it,” you quietly muttered.

jeongguk seemed unfazed by the comment. “still. it’s for my ego.”

you snorted. “and what if he turns out to be hotter than you?”

“that’s impossible. no one’s hotter than me.”

“oh, i can actually name a few guys who are hotter than you, i’m sure.”

jeongguk flashed his attention to you. “so what? they’re not the ones fucking you every other night, are they?”

you punched him hard on the arm, jeongguk yelping overdramatically in surprise that caused a certain someone to bring their attention to the both of you. when you dared to let your eyes drift over to the spot where you saw your ex-boyfriend, you catch him for sure gazing at you now, squinting his eyes a bit to confirm that it was you who he was seeing and not someone who just looked a lot like you; the realization that you were making eye contact with him made you immediately turn forward and move backward to once more hide yourself beside jeongguk.

“fuck, i think he’s looking at me,” you said and your companion stupidly spinned his head around the restaurant again in search for the guy who seemed curious enough while looking at the both of you.

jeongguk grinned, getting a good look at the stranger, a part of him rejoicing. “yeah, i’m definitely hotter than the dude.” he then suddenly brought an arm around your shoulder and dragged you with him towards the counter as planned, lining up behind a father and his toddler son.

you took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “is he still looking?”

“he’s stealing glances.”

“fuck.”

“do you hate this ex so much for you to act this way?” he amusingly asked.

“no,” you hissed, cheeks burning at the thought of why you were acting this way precisely, something that jeongguk definitely noticed and heightened his interest on the possibly reason why, “it’s just that—well, that ex, he… he kind of—uh, when we were together—”

“—when you were together…” he trailed, anticipating it, “what? go on.”

you glared at him, glancing in front of you to see the father taking a step forward with his son, the next in line to order currently. “you know what? i change my mind. i’m so not going to tell you now.”

he widened his eyes at you in disbelief. “come on!”

“you’re never going to let me hear the end of it if i do.”

“that’s stupid, ____. you don’t honestly think i’m that much of a bully when it comes to you, right?”

“i do, to be honest.”

jeongguk laughed at how fast you answered that, his grip on your shoulder tightening a bit. “just tell me, and i promise i won’t react badly.”

“you say that but i know you’re gonna—”

“you have my word, babe. you won’t hear any teasing from me.”

the dumb endearment and your equally dumb and weak heart was the reason you caved in. it maybe had to do something with his adorable wide smile too and the proximity of your bodies.

so, with a deep breath, you slowly formed your words again and recited them out loud with a cautious look at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be an ass after you do. “he… that ex over there,” you began and jeongguk encouraging nodded at you, “okay, we were in high school back then and you know how it is in high school—you get to discover a lot of things about yourself—”

“—we do—”

“—and when it came to his case—” you continued, clearing your throat— “when he started dating me specifically—he… he, um, uh, he realized he was… sort of, maybe… maybe, kind of, not interested in, uh, girls like he thought.”

“meaning—”

“yes.”

jeongguk was preventing the smirk creeping on his lips to be displayed. you get a glimpse of it though, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, fueling your irritation.

“i’m never going to trust you with anything again, jeongguk.”

he laughed finally, unconsciously pulling you closer to him with the arm still on your shoulders, bringing you to a impromptu hug because of how he found you adorable with your annoyed guise. “were you that unattractive in high school?”

you groaned. “ugh, shut the fuck up, this is literally why i didn’t—”

“when you come to think of it, i haven’t seen many pictures of you before we met. maybe i should go to your facebook and—”

“jeongguk, really,” you whined and he started laughing harder, tucking his lips now for he was drawing attention to the both of you, and if anyone saw you two at this moment in this rather lovey-dovey position, they might get the wrong idea. “i’m serious when i say that it used to make me very insecure about myself—so stop being a dick and teasing me about it, okay?” you muffled on his shirt, your face right against his chest thanks still to the fond embrace.

“okay, okay, i get it, i’m sorry, i’ll shut up about it.” jeongguk chuckled, stroking your hair downwards.

you huffed.

he grinned and glanced down at you. “if it makes you feel better, i don’t think i’ll ever lose interest in girls because of you.”

you rolled your eyes. “geeze, that warms my heart so much.”

he chuckled again and leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear because what he wanted to say next was something only you were meant to take in, “you should give yourself more credit for making my dick hard even just by the thought of you alone. how you always get me horny is a mystery to me sometimes.”

you froze, lifting your head to look at him, unable to come up with an appropriate reply to his remark. it didn’t help that the way he was staring at you seemed so familiar with the one he would give you in bed, and it was causing your heart to beat unnecessarily faster, your mind going off course in a quick second.

“did that do the trick?” jeongguk asked, his stare moving from your lips to your eyes.

you slowly stepped back to your previous position beside him, and jeongguk’s arm also slowly went back to his side where he placed his hands in his hoodie’s pockets instead to make up with the lost contact too. “not exactly,” you said with a clear of your throat, “but it certainly warmed me up in some other places.”

he bit the insides of his cheek to stop himself from grinning wider than normal, but his eyes already gave everything away for you not to be positive he was enjoying the effect he had on you. “yeah?”

“yeah, you pervert,” you teased, laughing and crossing your arms, taking a step forward once the father from earlier was now the one by the counter and ordering for him and his son.

jeongguk rolled his eyes and stepped with you. “don’t act like you don’t want me to take care of it for you later.”

“will you?”

“i’d do anything just to have my face right against your—”

“if you finish that sentence—i swear to god—”

“____! guk!” taehyung called from the entrance of the fast food chain, yours and jeongguk’s heads whipping around to follow where the booming voice of your friend came from. when you met taehyung’s gaze, he smiled brightly and waved before jogging to the both of you and placing each arm around your respective shoulders. “how long have you two been here?”

you shared one last meaningful full look with jeongguk and smiled at taehyung in return, ignoring his question to ask another one yourself. “where’s haru and goeun?”

taehyung focused on you. “haru has to talk to a professor and i don’t know what’s up with goeun. should i mention her in the group chat?”

“yep,” jeongguk urged.

“okay. can you guys just order for me first though and i’ll find us a seat? the place is getting crowded. just get me nuggets, fries, and coke. the usual.”

you agreed. taehyung then handed you the money to pay for it after fishing for his wallet, soon doing what he offered and thankfully finding a spot far away from where your ex-boyfriend sat with what you assumed were a couple of his friends as well.

your ex was no longer sneaking glances at you now, immersed with the topic he was discussing with one of the people there, an observation that had you sighing in relief, the gesture not being left unnoticed by jeongguk who still had the nerve to smirk.

you glanced at him and he was quick to change his expression. “not a word to anyone about it,” you told him. “if you do…”

“what? you’ll kill me?”

“i’ll never talk to you again.”

“which, of course, we all know is also equivalent to killing me.”

you quipped back another comment before your facial features would show something he wasn’t meant to see. “just don’t be a snitch, guk, i’m begging.”

“i won’t. i’d never sell you out, babe.”

miraculously, jeongguk didn’t really say a word once the gang was complete and you were all gathered at your table, complaining to one another about how shitty the exams were or how shitty this certain professor was too. throughout that whole afternoon of laughing with your good friends, you managed to steal one more look at the direction of your ex-boyfriend when he was leaving, and meeting gazes with him, he smiled, something that you couldn’t help but give back shyly, even offering an awkward wave as he did the same and finally went out of the restaurant.

“who was that?” goeun asked, noticing the short interaction between the both of you.

you flickered your attention to her. “just an old high school friend.” you locked gazes with jeongguk automatically afterwards, as if daring him to add something to that, but he only grinned and carried on drinking his coke, carrying on to listening to what haru was babbling about with genuine interest in what the latter was saying.

you raised your eyebrows, impressed, and started a new conversation with goeun.

once the get together was done and the five of you decided to call it a day, you finally went to your separate ways; goeun was picked up by her boyfriend, taehyung wanted to go straight to the dormitory he lived in to rest, haru had to return some books to a nearby library, and jeongguk volunteered to accompany you on the way home (secretly, to be honest).

right now, you two were sitting inside the bus. you were at the window’s side and he was by the aisle, your head leaning against the window, staring at the cars and buildings that passed by with your thoughts completely elsewhere, going back to the events of earlier and the face of your ex who you were at least glad to see was appearing healthier and happier than before.

suddenly, you felt jeongguk’s arm going behind you, touching your temple from the other side and carefully moving your head to lean on his shoulder instead. you glanced at him in question and he looked back at you.

“i’m pretty sure you’re going to have a bump on your head by how much it’s been constantly hitting the window,” he said, pertaining to the way your forehead has indeed been hitting the window every time the vehicle moved too fast and jiggled.

“thanks,” you bothered to say, chuckling, and letting your head lay there.

“no problem.” he rested his arm on the backrest, his cheek pressing against your hair.

you know you could have moved away when he did it because of how the gesture seemed and made your body react—but you wanted to indulge yourself with it for once, wanted to experience being close to jeongguk without being paranoid of everything feeling a bit below the line; you didn’t want to care that this wasn’t how it was supposed to be for you and him and that that this scene right here was one of the scenarios that added more to your confusion in what you exactly felt for your fuck buddy.

whatever was happening at this second—whatever the hell it was that you had going on with jeongguk at times when affection just couldn’t be controlled—you just wanted to let it be and leave it alone this time, allowing it to happen until the ride in this public transport ends. after that, you’d have to convince yourself that this was only a product of a good friend obviously taking care of the other in a platonic manner. nothing else.

“more comfy, right?” he teased when the bus drove over a road bump and he placed the previous hand on your head gently to keep you in place.

you snorted, scooting closer to him which he welcomed with an arm fully falling down on your shoulders. he was warm and certainly comforting, two factors that you had to stop yourself from really snuggling beside him and basking in his pleasant embrace.

“yeah,” you sighed in content, the faint sensation of his lips touching your hair stirring up your heartbeat, “i guess it is.”

note. AHHHH i love them pt. 2 :( shdjshdj i feel like i’m making them more touchy than i sorta intended but damn does it feel right !! also wanted to give more depth to their friendship part with this chapter but i don’t know if that was effective lmao

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

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this was so cute but also heartbreaking at the same time. gosh the amount of times i screamed that i wanted them together is insane. def made my heart so happy when they finally were upfront with each other about their feelings. the perfect family so so cute i loved so much <33

i can’t wait to tell you, i told ya.

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, angst, crack, idiots [i say that with luv for my characters] word count: 16.2k  rating: pg-13 tags/warnings: singledad!Jungkook, bestfriend!Reader, a child [Mai] is present throughout the entire story, implication of absent birth mother, serial dater JK, so much pining, pg cussing like three times, conversation about sleeping around/risking pregnancy, legal-aged drinking and getting drunk, hurtful words, heated argument, isolation, blurb about reader struggling to eat, Mai experiences anxiety [I promise she is okay]..kind of a tongue kiss, lots of cheesey…much fluff and angst all because muster JK wrecked me

credits: the picture of JK is from tearleaves blog [literally love their blog sm] I made the banner [I am not a graphics profesh smh]

Thank you to the realest one, @hyungieyoongi, for not only wanting to beta-read this insanity for me when I enlisted her for help but for hyping me up while doing it. Her editing gave this story clarity ;; I will only allow myself to be bias-wrecked by Yoongi if it’s coming from you :p

a/n: I have to make this disclaimer just due to the warnings above; the portrayal of Jungkook in this story is purely fictional and does not reflect who he is in real life nor do I claim to believe it does. Also, this story is not apart of my dad!bts series, it actually follows his summer scenario. GUYS. I wish I was kidding when I say that this story was simply created because I was under the influence of sowoozoo/muster JK. I am so beyond excited to share this cracked out fic with you, I truly hope you all enjoy it and just have fun reading it. Please drop a line to let me know what you think! It would mean the world honestly. ok les get it~

“You’re doing a great job, Jungkook,” you pat his tattooed arm.

Jungkook looks back at the drawing, giggling to himself. Caught in his stupor and the innocence of his daughter, he comes to, looking at you; “these last seven years would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t have you though.”

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thighs thighs thighs namjoon's thiGHS

i’m GUESSING this is about namjoon

⇢ pairing: namjoon x reader

⇢ warnings: spanking, thigh riding, slight degradation

“Namjoon,” you gasp out breathlessly. “You have to stop wearing these god damn shorts around me—fuck-“ Your words trail off into a weak whine, to which he only chuckles darkly as he leans back against the back of the couch.

“Why?” He asks with an eyebrow raised up. His eyes hungrily trail down your frame. The strap of your loose tank slipped down your shoulder, the tiny shorts you’re wearing ridden all the way up your thighs. Pretty lips parted to let out the sweetest noises as you gasped for breath on top of him. Your hands, shaky and weak, rested right over his firm chest, fingers occasionally curling into the fabric of his shirt as you moved on top of him. “Looks like you’re enjoying it now, baby.”

You were. God, you fucking were. You felt like a horny teenager who was desperate for release, grinding onto anything that can walk and breathe. But fuck you just couldn’t help it. He was driving you insane. He was getting bigger and bigger by the day, like a ticking time bomb, and you had to sit back and watch, acting like you weren’t thinking about jumping his bones every single second. And then—then he started wearing those god damned shorts. The tight shirts were bad enough as it is. God, you even made it through the night when he was wearing his grey sweatpants once. But these shorts, legs and thighs on full display. You were practically foaming at the mouth every time he wore them around you and he knew. He obviously knew because he was looking at you now with that stupid smirk and his stupid pretty eyes and you were humping his leg like you’re a dog in heat.

“You’re just—ah—you…” you can’t speak. You can’t formulate. You’re not wearing any panties and your shorts are ruined, soaked right through at this point and he’s only sitting there. “J-joon!”

You grind down against him harshly, pathetically, thighs tensing around his as you attempt to get just the right angle. You watch him through heavy lids and he watches back, lips pursing every now and then, teeth biting into his bottom lip harshly. It takes another broken whimper from you to get him into action.

“God, look at you,” he practically growls. The deep baritone of his voice has you whining, paired with a harsh hand that snaps up to your hair and brings your body closer until you’re pressed up against him without an inch of space left. His lips brush against yours and you’re whining once again because the angle changed and his lips are so close to yours, but you can’t quite kiss him because his grip has got you pinned. “Grinding on me like this. Like a desperate little slut.”

“Joonie—hmph-“ words cut off with a rough kiss as a guttural groan escapes from his mouth and right into yours. Your body was weak in his hold, melting into him, but your hips wouldn’t stop moving. With a single movement, he’s got his thighs tensed beneath you, and the sensation of muscles rippling right beneath your cunt has you gasping into his mouth wantonly. Desperate hands dig into his hair. “You’re so hot—ngh fuck-“

“Yeah?” He grunts, teeth biting into your plush bottom lip and tugging not so gently. You’ve soaked his thigh, you’re sure of it, but he doesn’t care. Only releases the hold he has on your hair and places both large palms onto your ass to push you down further until squeezing his thigh so hard between your legs he wished it was his face down there at that moment. “Look at the mess you made—“ smack! “You’re so filthy.” Smack! “I’m gonna fucking ruin this pussy.” Smack! Smack!

“Jesus—fuckkkk Namjoon!”

“Cum, cum all over me so I can fuck you stupid baby,” he practically croons at you, encouraging you to lose yourself further on him so he can finally give you what you really want.

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