If You Lost Your Teenage Years To Mental Illness And/or Trauma, I Just Want You To Know That You Did

If you lost your teenage years to mental illness and/or trauma, I just want you to know that you did not “miss out on the best years of your life” and that it isn’t actually too late for you to have fun, explore yourself and grow into the person you want to be. There’s still plenty of time for all of that. I promise.

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Hi!

Can I please recommend a shy kookie or Tae. Like they don't know what to do when it's their first time with there girlfriend so y/n helps him and shows him what do. Mostly fluff~

Love your Fics by the way♡

like that - JJK | M

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 1.8K

warnings/tags: soft!kook, virgin!JK, strong language, new relationship, college au, explicit smut- fingering, brief handjob, breast play, protected sex, slight dirty talk

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“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

You’re working on the conclusion for your essay, so your gaze stays fixed on your computer screen, throwing a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend who lazes on your bed.

“How much longer?

“I’m almost-“ you’re typing the last few sentences then click save, “done!”

“Finally.”

You chuckle, this was supposed to be your time to relax with your boyfriend, but you were in the groove, so you had asked Jungkook to give you half an hour to finish up, however you ended up taking much longer than you anticipated.

He moves up on the bed to make space for you, beaming at you as you lunge into his arms, peppering kisses all over his neck.

“Y/N.”

You’re busying yourself with sucking a hickey on his chest, feeling his hands on your waist, tugging you away from him. You haven’t had sex with Jungkook yet, mostly because you didn’t have the chance in the past two months. But tonight seems like the perfect time. He looks especially cute in his tie-dye hoodie.

“Yes, baby,” you push a strand of hair away from his face, eyebrows pinching together when you notice the distant look in his eyes.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

You adjust your posture, placing your hands in your lap as you listen to him attentively.

“What is it?”

He pokes your thigh, eyes not meeting yours, “I like you…a lot.”

You smile, cupping his face in your hands and pecking his soft lips, “I like you too.”

He places his hands over yours and pulls them away from his face, sitting up against your headboard.

“But…there’s something else I have to tell and I’m…I’m not sure how you’d react.”

“Aw,” you pinch his cheek, heart beating a little faster in suspense, “what is it, Kook?”

He struggles to get the words out of his mouth, so you move away, sitting a few spaces away from him on the bed, keeping your gaze on the way he fidgets with the hem of his shorts.

“You can tell me.”

“I really like you.”

You laugh at his repetitive words, “I know, baby. I know. What is the other thing you have to tell me?”

You tilt your head to look at him and he covers his face with his sweater paws, speaking into the material. His words are muffled, and you don’t catch what he says.

“I didn’t hear you, baby.”

He sighs, eyes lifted to the ceiling, “I’m…a..uhm.”

You grab his hand, urging him to look at you, “you’re what?”

“I’m a virgin,” he mumbles, cheeks a bright pink, two big, doe eyes locked on yours.

That didn’t cross your mind at all. But you aren’t surprised, it kind of makes sense, why he didn’t want to go any further than kissing or would say he has to leave every time your make-out sessions got heated.

Your thumb rubs the back of his hand soothingly, trying to ease his nerves.

“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can just cuddle.”

He shakes his head, “no. I-I want to. I want you.”

That makes the pit of your stomach heat, especially when he moves closer to you, cheeks burning as much as his.

“I want to but-“

“But?”

He watches the way your fingers intertwine with his, voice small, “I don’t know how.”

If you didn’t love this boy before, you do now. He looks so sweet and innocent with his pout and searching eyes.

You squash his cheeks between your palms, forcing him to look at you, “do you want me to guide you?”

He nods, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, “if you can.”

“Of course I can,” you push him down on the bed, he receives your lips in a searing kiss, palms resting on your hips.

Your heart is racing at the thought of finally taking your relationship to the next level, already feeling hot with the way Jungkook stares at you, eyes glazed over.

“What do you want to do?”

He takes a while before he answers with a newfound confidence, “I want to make you feel good.”

Your stomach lurches at his words.

“Okay,” you kiss his chin, tugging off his hoodie then yours. His eyes are glued to your boobs, hands running up and down your sides. You’re ogling his toned body, hands sliding down his stomach to land on the band of his shorts, he shivers under your touch. He lifts his hips to help you pull them off and from the length that’s pushing against his boxer briefs, he’s blessed. Which also means that you’re blessed. Heat begins to pool in your core at the sight.

“Can I take this off?”

This is the first time where you’re actually asking. He considers your words for a bit before he’s biting down on his lip and nodding, lifting his hips like earlier as you tug it off.

The soft hissing sound he makes when his cock is freed makes you eager to have his cock inside you. Dusty pink head with a thick shaft, veins branching on one side.

His eyes remain closed as you smooth your palm over the head and smear the precum over his cock, fists placed firmly on either side of his body. Tensing when you twist over the head, he grips your wrist, eyes cracking open to reveal his blown-out pupils.

“I wanna make you feel good.”

He tugs you up and settles on top of you on the bed, kissing you feverishly, stealing the breath from your lungs as you unhook your bra and throw it over the edge of your bed. He eyes your mounds before shooting you a questioning look.

“Touch them.”

His hand comes up to tentatively cup your breast.

“Like this?”

You nod, spreading your legs a little wider when he squeezes around the flesh.

“Rub around my nipples.”

His thumb travels to your perked bud, encircling your nipple. You inhale a shaky breath, eyes closing when he uses both his hands for each of your breasts.

“You can use your mouth,” you add, sensing his struggle to stay up over your body and not crush you.

It isn’t long before you feel his breath kiss your nipple, pushing your chest into his face when his lips latch onto your nipple and he suckles like his life depends on it, causing your back to arch.

Everything feels so much more sensitive than usual, maybe it’s because you’re with Jungkook, your darling boyfriend.

“Like that?”

He speaks against your flesh. You hum, fingers combing through his hair as his tongue swirls around your nipple, knowing that he’s getting the hang of it.

The heat builds in your abdomen, and you find yourself whining, squirming under him.

He pulls away with a lewd pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What’s wrong?”

You laugh, chest heaving, “nothing. Nothing’s wrong. It just feels so good.”

He grins, head dipping to take your other nipple in his mouth before you’re tugging him away.

“I need you…somewhere else.”

His eyes widen when he catches up, gaze flitting from your face to your clothed pussy. He can probably see the growing wet patch on your panties.

“W-What should I do?”

His heavy cock presses into your thigh and he apologizes. He’s too sweet to be your boyfriend.

“You can…start with your fingers.”

“Okay, okay.”

He moves down to pull off your panties, you’re swooning at how eager he is to please you. So innocent with the way he gawks at your swollen folds.

“Come here.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. His breath is just as heavy as yours. You feel his hand hover over your pelvic bone, so you guide him down, biting on your lip when his calloused fingers slides through your folds.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes,” you’re suddenly shy under his watchful gaze, fingers moving up and down, lingering on your clit, “keep doing that.”

Your hole clenches as his fingers circle your pussy in languid strokes, more of your juices coating them when it dips back down to your hole.

“There,” your fingers curl around his wrist, “your finger…push-“ your breath catches when he slips both in at once. Alarmed at your reaction, he tries to remove his hand completely, but you shake your head, assuring that it’s okay, that he should move his fingers in and out.

Your walls squeeze around his fingers, eyes scrunching shut as he keeps a steady pace, soft moans tumbling from your swollen lips. You rock your hips against his hand and he makes a noise that sounds a lot like a groan, you’re hyperaware of his cock that is still digging into your thigh.

“Jungkook.”

You place your lips on his, pulling his hand away from your pussy and wrapping your fingers around his cock. You reach over to grab a condom from the second tray of your nightstand, tearing it open hurriedly and rolling it down his length.

“I got it,” he whispers, grunting when you keep your fingers around the base.

He watches with furrowed brows as your fingers pump his length, lining the tip with your center, whimpering when you coat the tip in your juices. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass and pushing him forward.

He eases into you, thick cock stretching your walls, one hand holding him up while the other rests on your hip, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you clench around him.

“You feel…so good,” his voice is strained, trapped in euphoria as you grind into him, telling him to move his hips back and worth.

“Fuuuck,” he buries his face in your neck, cock fully sheathed by your walls, the tip grazes your sweet spot with each thrust, the familiar heat building up once again.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and from the way his cock twitches inside you, you can tell that he’s close. You reach down to rub your clit, wanting to cum with him as he rocks his hips into you, getting used to the tug of your ridged walls.

He notices the movement of your fingers and replaces your hand with his, moving with the same speed except with a lot more pressure and your high hits you a lot faster than you expected, trembling as his cock drags in and out of you.

“Shit shit. I’m cumming.”

You run your fingers through his hair, coming down from your high while his fingers still their movements, hips jerking as he spills into the condom with a choked moan.

He rolls over on his back with his arm over his eyes, a breathless laugh leaving his lips.

You cuddle into his side, kissing his chest. The sweaty dripping down his chin sends a new wave of arousal to your core. His palm smooths down your hair, giddy smile directed your way. It’s as if he can read your mind when he says:

“Let’s do that again.”

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bestie we didn't even get to the angst part but this hurts. these damn idiots... gah they kill me in the best way possible ?!!? the kissing and cuddling no my heart it's broken can't they just be together already :(( ah jungkook's in for a treat with haru😭😭 the pain he is going to feel...my heart is beating for those moments already. alk updates really make my day and give me something to look forward to!! SO GOOD AS ALWAYS BUT THESE LOVEY DOVEY IDIOTS 🤧😩😩💔

( 10. ) 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 ━ 3.9k 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 | mentions of drinking | combined implicit and explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving) | heavy petty (fingering) | penetrative + protected sex

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 10. the one with the rule break !

it was during their ‘only boys’ get together that haru admitted something to jeongguk and taehyung, his face red from drinking, his eyes already droopy and obviously sleepy, while his mind didn’t seem to be in its usual place too; haru was cooking some meat on the grill in the center table while jeongguk was pouring him another glass of soju. yet the moment the former finally spoke and uttered what seemed to be like a brave confession, jeongguk’s hand immediately froze and his eyes flickered to his longtime friend in alarm, haru’s words awfully feeling like a punch in the gut.

“you like someone?” taehyung repeated once haru finished. “and you’re actually fucking telling it to us for once?”

haru laughed. he admittedly had a habit of being a little bit secretive even to his closest group of friends. no matter how bubbly and talkative he appeared on the outside, it was seriously hard to squeeze any type of information from him that involved his true feelings or any personal details—even as seemingly shallow and normal as having a romantic interest in someone. jeongguk could recall that when haru was dating this one girl back in their senior year in high school, they had to learn that the pair had broken up through a very cryptic tweet posted by the girl a week after it apparently happened, and not by haru himself because when questioned, he said that he didn’t want to bother them with his ‘personal drama’.

“you guys know her well,” haru supplied, “like… like really fucking well—that’s why i’m coming clean for once.”

jeongguk continued pouring.

“you’re not exactly coming clean if we’re not getting a name, haru,” taehyung said.

“i don’t need to. all you two have to know is that you know her very very well.”

taehyung scowled, always eager to know any kind of gossip. “and? where the fuck is that going to get us?”

“i don’t know. i’m just telling you guys i like someone, this doesn’t have to lead to anywhere—it’s not like she’s my girlfriend already and—”

“is it ____?” jeongguk set the bottle down on the table quite loudly. he was a bit drunk himself as well, so his natural filter wasn’t doing a good job in making him think about what he wanted to say before really saying it. besides, he was already winded with haru’s declaration that he couldn’t properly form his thoughts together and have the strength to not appear annoyed by the idea, despite the latter not confirming his suspicions yet.

haru and taehyung looked at him upon his guess; the two of them noticed that this was the first thing he said after the start of this kind of conversation, but neither of them was sober enough to question him about it.

“____?” taehyung snorted, gaze snapping to haru quickly at the mention of your name. “guk can’t be right, can he? you can’t like ____.”

haru smiled, a lazy smile, and downed the shot of soju jeongguk poured for him earlier. “why? what’s wrong with ____?”

“nothing, of course,” taehyung scoffed, “it’s just that… she’s… she’s ____, our ____, and i never would have fucking reckoned you’d think of her that way. she’s like a sister to us at this point.”

“only speak for yourself, i always had a thing about her—just didn’t think too much of it.”

“what?” taehyung exclaimed.

“yeah,” haru shrugged, “since meeting her at the contributor’s exam for the campus publication team.”

taehyung moved his attention to jeongguk who was continuously eating, obviously not bothering to involve himself with the topic. “are you fucking hearing what i’m hearing, guk?”

“crystal clear,” jeongguk dryly replied.

“hey—” taehyung turned back to haru and pushed his shoulder playfully— “what the fuck do you mean by that? why the fuck are you only saying this now? you always liked her?”

haru laughed, rubbing the spot where he was shoved. “it’s kinda… kinda only been like a platonic crush? it’s not a big deal,” he said. “but now, to be honest, i don’t know... it’s slowly becoming different, you know? she’s cool, she’s smart, and she’s getting prettier every year. i can’t be the only one who notices that.”

jeongguk gritted his teeth. he picked up another piece of meat and threw it in his mouth; the beef was still hot, but he endured it anyway, the burning feeling he was getting in his chest more prominent for him to care for a seemingly little sting spreading on his tongue.

“you’re going to ask her out then?” taehyung guessed.

“i don’t know. i’m going to test the waters first before i make a move.” haru shrugged.

“oh, come on. what’s there to think about? in fact, you already have my blessing, ru. just go for it and make me and guk the only fucking single ones in our group,” taehyung joked, earning a laugh from haru and a subtle glare from jeongguk.

that discussion continued for a few minutes with taehyung trying to squeeze as much as possible from haru and haru refusing to tell more, saying that there was no need to be dramatic about this for he wasn’t 100% sure about his feeling towards you yet—but since taehyung and jeongguk were both his ‘closest friends’ and the fact that he wanted ‘more clarity’ with what he felt for you, he decided for once to open up about it, also due to the fact that the two of them were your closest friends as well.

to claim that jeongguk was pissed would truly be an understatement. he was both angry about what haru said and how he, jeongguk, was dealing with the situation, how he felt nothing but hostility towards haru upon the news. he couldn’t even look at the guy after that, afraid that when their eyes meet, haru would see the irritation etched on jeongguk’s features—would see the fact that he was tipsy and furious and fucking jealous. out of all the people in the world, jeongguk was pissed too that it really had to be haru that he’d see as a possible threat when it came to your affection, that it really had to be someone who could possibly be in the same level as he was.

not that jeongguk should care, of course, since for starters, you weren’t his girlfriend as what he told you out of spite last time.

To [____]: can i stop by?

he stared at his own chat message, seeing it getting delivered and read swiftly. it was already past midnight, and he was taking a cab to your apartment building without confirming your answer.

From [____]: right now?

To [____]: yeah i need you

he grimaced. he sounded like all he wanted was sex.

From [____]: okay

in not more than 15 minutes, jeongguk was already knocking on your door. he bought something from the convenience store near your place to sober himself up; he wasn’t really drunk drunk, but he could definitely still discern that the things he was doing right now wasn’t going to be done in the first place if he was a little bit more sober. he could still walk straight, see straight, and talk without buffering—yet the headache was here and so was the hot sensation spread all over his body.

you opened the door not long after. “hey,” you greeted him, frowning, “come on in.”

he did as you said and began removing his shoes immediately.

“is something wrong? it’s really late and you don’t usually ask to meet up at this—” you stopped mid-sentence when he grabbed your waist, his hold firm yet gentle at the same time.

he attached his lips on your neck the second he was finished taking his shoes off, and you were frankly caught off guard by how he was getting straight to the point tonight. he was usually the kind to slowly initiate things, the kind to measure the atmosphere inside the room before getting touchy, but he did tell you his intentions before coming here through his message—so there wasn’t any reason for you to wonder about his actions, honestly.

“nothing’s wrong,” he mumbled against your skin, pushing you towards your bed and following after you, his mouth planting kisses everywhere from your chest to your neck. “just really needed you. can i have you tonight?”

“you smell like alcohol.”

he paused, tilting his head up to look at you from his crouched stance. “i drank with the guys. i didn’t drink much though.”

“with tae and haru?”

just hearing haru’s name made him furrow his eyebrows in slight annoyance. “yeah.”

you nodded, your hands going to his shoulders to caress them. “for what?”

“just usual guy stuff.”

“guy stuff,” you repeated with a snort. “and you really didn’t drink a lot? you know you’re not allowed to drink too much because of the tournament in two weeks.”

“no, no, i didn’t. i promise.”

“you’re totally aware that you’re initiating sex right now?”

“yes, i am, baby, come on, give me some slack here.” he smiled. he kissed your cheek before leaning back and tugging his shirt off his body; your eyes admittedly flickered down to stare at it for a short while. “i’m absolutely fine and we are doing this with my full consent.”

“did coach scold you when you trained earlier? you have that look on your face right now, that passive-aggressiveness expression,” you asked again, still clearly suspicious. it didn’t seem like you were going to give him an easy pass. “are you sure you just drank with the guys just for the fun of it?”

“yeah, of course.” jeongguk stood up properly to begin unzipping his pants. “why would you even assume that? it’s nothing like that.”

you stopped him. “then what’s up?”

he sighed, fingers stopping per request. “nothing. can’t i just come to you because i want to see you?”

“you can. never drunk though.”

“i’m not drunk. i just finished one bottle and that was it.”

“that’s awfully similar to what drunk people usually say.”

jeongguk abruptly whined. “____, seriously. do you want me to show you how hard i am as we speak? my balls are hurting. can’t we just—”

you laughed, nodding, not even letting him finish his sentence as you started unzipping his pants yourself. “alright, alright, i’ll let it slide this time. you look like you’re still sober enough to want this anyway.”

“it’s not like i never want you, babe.”

“oh, shut up.”

the smell of alcohol lessened when jeongguk took off all of his clothes, making it his mission then to get you naked as soon as he did, tugging off your pajamas while urging you to discard your own top after. however, the second he was back to kissing your neck and your cheeks, his hands already sliding your underwear down, you could smell the booze once again, making you crinkle your nose in displeasure. you didn’t think anyone liked the smell of it anyway, yet you managed to ignore it thanks to jeongguk’s way of distracting you with his sensual touches and smooches, obviously attempting to turn you on.

he pressed light kisses on your breasts, squeezing them together as he laid on top of you, his attention being solely given to your tits. the only light in the room at the moment was your lampshade sitting on the bedside table; through it, you could only see jeongguk’s hand bowed down towards your chest, his hot breath blowing on your skin, trails of wetness being left as he smothered each bud in a knowing manner. you groaned, arching your back to lean your body towards him—to his mouth specifically—and jeongguk hummed, closing his eyes and making you feel good with the skill of his tongue all over your nipples.

you always commended jeongguk for his effort in engaging in foreplay. before him, the guys you’ve slept with (that you frankly only hooked up with, not the ones you really were in a relationship with) were really impatient in matters like this. they still tried to get you wet, of course, and made sure that it wouldn’t be painful for you once they began thrusting their dick inside—but when it came to jeongguk? he just didn’t make sure that there wasn’t going to be any uncomfortable sensation once he pushed it in; he made sure as well to make you come first at least once before he could use his cock to penetrate your cunt (if you weren’t the one who was impatient, that is).

and despite jeongguk being the one who booty called you and indeed initiated to have sex tonight, you couldn’t deny that you were getting a lot hotter rather quickly just by how he was now eating you out, his mouth sulking on your clit as his two hands remained on your tits, clutching them and stimulating you further—thus, resulting to your impatience this time around. you kept on squirming underneath him, gasping his name every instance he ran through a spot that felt so fucking good, and jeongguk, knowing exactly what each reaction from you meant by the months of sleeping together, already went on to what he was aware you wanted him to do.

so, it was no question how fast you orgasmed later with his tongue playing with your clit and his fingers fucking in and out of your pussy, his actions not stopping until he felt your walls stop pulsating and you personally asked him to halt through a sudden hold on his wrist, pushing his hand away. he complied, sat up, and carried on giving your entrance one last spit, outspreading your folds for a moment before placing your thighs over his and getting the foiled packet beside you on the mattress.

you pushed yourself up halfway, heaving as you stared at him taking the condom out. “should i turn around?” you asked.

jeongguk rolled it on his dick, shaking his head at your inquiry. “no. i want you to look at me when we fuck.”

the tone was so nonchalant; maybe that was why it took your next breath away. “you do?”

“yeah,” he grinned, finishing and pushing you back down lightly with a hand on your stomach, his other hand guiding his cockhead to your pussy, “i want you to look at who’s making you feel fucking good, okay?”

“fuck...” you bit your lip, his dick being thrusted inside you then.

his pace escalated from being languid—caring and cautious—to rough and fast in an instant when you were clearly beginning to fuck him back, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin resonating loudly in your apartment along with jeongguk’s grunts and loud exhales. soon you were putting the back of your palm over your mouth too, pressing hard to conceal your increasing noises, your mewls of bliss bouncing on the walls, more so when you felt him grab your tits, his two hands engulfing them and kneading them deliciously.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispered, ducking his head to kiss your exposed neck, your head thrown back with your eyes closed, “so so pretty, baby. open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded. jeongguk gently directed your face towards him with his fingers wrapping on your jaw. “i told you to look at me, didn’t i?”

you nodded, unable to speak.

he gazed at your hand still on your mouth and without much of a thought, he grabbed it and pinned it down next to your head, your noises loudening at the loss of cover. “don’t hide it from me. let me hear you go crazy over my cock,” he teased, his hips not faltering even for a bit, only slamming onto you stronger which caused the bed to creak, your figure slowly shifting higher due to his harsh movements as well.

“guk,” you whimpered as he hastily set a pillow above your head, “fuck, right there, fuck—it feels so fucking good!” you cried.

“shit, right here?” he hit that spot again and you shuddered, jeongguk grasping your waist to steady you at the confirmation.

you moaned. “yes, yes, yes— fuck!”

“you take my cock so well, baby,” he praised. “your pussy was really made for it, wasn’t it?”

you agreed, nodding senselessly.

you kept on gazing at him like he requested as he fucked you, your heart swelling and hammering inside you at this familiar feeling of intimacy again, all the more at the fact that jeongguk was gazing at you right back, looking like a fucking sex god and at the same time like someone you’d stupidly call as the love of your life. you reached forward to place your palm thoughtlessly on his chest, the beat of his own heart pounding against his skin that you were able to feel very distinctly—and upon the gesture, jeongguk leaned down closer, his mouth lingering on your cheek before he cursed.

“holy shit,” his pace wavered, his hold moving once more to put a hand on your face, “fuck, baby—fucking.... fuck, fuck—let me kiss you.”

something just hit you in the head. you didn’t know if you heard that right.

“just this once. just tonight, please.”

your stomach dropped. “guk—”

“wanna feel everything of you, please,” he begged, his lips already ghosting yours. “please, ____, let me—let me kiss you—tell me it’s okay—need to feel you everywhere.”

your core tightened, you were so close now, and hearing jeongguk say that was just icing on the cake. your head was so disoriented too, both from his thrusts and now with his words; you couldn’t believe that he was asking for your permission to kiss—you couldn’t even believe he wanted to kiss you. sure, you were always convinced that whenever you both had sex, there might still be a part of him that was aching to kiss you on the lips like what you also felt in those moments yourself, but you never reckoned that the day would come that jeongguk would throw the last piece of self-control he had and ask you that at long last.

you nodded again and again, and even at just the slight movement of your head doing it, jeongguk didn’t hesitate to go ahead and capture your mouth, groaning and rocking onto you faster at the way you instinctively open your lips and let his tongue slip inside; you could still taste yourself on him, accompanied with the faint flavor of the alcoholic drink he must have consumed earlier too.

the both of you were heading towards the edge at the added spark. in a few more snaps of his hips, a few more uncontrolled clenches of your cunt, a minute or three of practically making out with jeongguk, everything mixing together, and then of your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close, of him pushing one of your thighs forward to fuck you better, of his hand rubbing circles on your clit—the two of you finally came hard, jeongguk being the first one to do so, followed by you who literally milked him to his very last drop when you did.

as the ecstasy died down, your mouths that were still glued together began to settle for short pecks. jeongguk tilted his head back and looked at your eyes, locking gazes with you that made a boyish grin conquer his features. he kissed you again—once, twice, thrice—before fully pulling out, falling to the space beside you to get on with taking care of his business.

you ran your fingers through your hair, sighing and trying to process what the fuck just happened. however, you were honestly so giddy at the events that played out that you couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad at yourself or weirded out again by jeongguk for initiating the kiss. it was so fucking wrong yet so fucking right—you were now under the assumption that you were going to want to kiss him every time you have sex from this point on, as any person would if they slept with the person they liked.

when he was done throwing the used condom away, he easily sneaked back to his previous position, hovering over you and suddenly kissing you again. this kiss was more sensual and arousing than the last one for some reason (either that or you were just managing to actually concentrate more on the feel of his mouth than the feel of his dick).

“guk.” you grunted, hopelessly melting into the kiss, a new wave of arousal forming in your system.

“yeah?”

you gathered all the remaining courage you have to utter your next line. “only tonight, okay?” you said, a reminder to not only him, but to you especially. “like you asked. just for tonight.”

he paused; he stared at you and brushed some strands out of your forehead, a small sad smile replacing his expression. “okay.”

“you know why we shouldn’t keep it going, right?”

“i do.” he understood it perfectly, of course.

“good.”

“okay.” he stole a peck on your lips, a gesture that inevitably made your heart flutter foolishly. “i should make the most of tonight then.”

you snorted, jeongguk smirking and placing his mouth over yours.

you and he made out until quarter to four in the morning, sneaking some heavy petting along the way as the frank horniness couldn’t be contained the more your naked bodies held each other. you both didn’t have any classes for that day anyway, and as if kissing didn’t cross the line enough, jeongguk slept over at your place too due to the early hour and his exhaustion. you allowed him to do so obviously, not having the heart to tell him to leave even though your emotions were seriously fucking up, too tired as well to possibly lecture him about how this set-up of yours wasn’t supposed to be this… real.

“____?” jeongguk mumbled against your hair. this was strike three—you were currently cuddling, an arm of his was under your body while the other was on top of it, caging you in his embrace.

you hummed in acknowledgement, tired and on the verge of falling into unconsciousness.

“you really must have felt like i kicked you out of the curb when i agreed to go out with soomi, huh?” it was so random, but jeongguk evidently was going through something to open the subject up.

you didn’t reply.

“i must have really hurt you too,” he added.

silence.

“fuck. is this some kind of bad karma?”

no reply again.

jeongguk carefully peered at you, seeing that you were officially fast asleep, hence why you weren’t answering.

he bothered to smile in fondness, snorting too at the ridiculousness of his actions and eventually planting a soft kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes, urging himself to fall asleep with you and truly savor this moment until it lasted, until he could still recklessly cross the line—telling himself that he should just be troubled with haru’s confession that was still stuck on his mind when he wakes up, choosing to burden himself only when he could think clearer and decide what he was going to do with that piece of information from now on.

yeah, this was really some kind of fucking bad karma, jeongguk thought.

note. i was supposed to post this on jk's birthday but obviously i was impatient SDJSJDKSJD BUT YEAH,,,, OUR ALK PAIRING JUST KISSED????????? how are we feeling???? this was literally that one scene that i’ve been freaking eager to write ever since i finished outlining the chapters for this drabble series !! 😭😭😭 also it's really late rn from where i am and the smut once again might not be superb lmao so i'll just maybe check that again too when i wake up HSDJSHDJHDSJ

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i'm in love with him

he looks so good wHY JEON JUNGKOOK WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS

You know, if you’re thinking about sending someone a nice message and you’re unsure because you’re shy or whatever, just do it anyway. This world lacks so much kindness, and I see people all the time talking about why receiving a sweet message was the highlight of their day. If you have the ability to literally make someone’s day by taking a moment to say a few nice words like, just do it.