Ooof This Series Was Fricken Good

Ooof this series was fricken good

instant gratification (m)

fuccboii jk x cheerleader! reader ft sex in an instant photobooth

7k, smut

WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk

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11.57am [Jeon Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.

The brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen, but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on the shoulder.

“Hey, don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate, but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very seriously.

Swallowing back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”

You quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.

“Wait, you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your urgency to leave the room increases.

“Uhh… yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure that Sejong will call you out.

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I stopped in the middle of reading to look up what to do when a baby is choking

not only did I get a good read but now I know how to save the babies

T&S

Reader x Jungkook // 6020 words

Summary: Toddlers have always hated Jungkook and Jungkook have always hated toddlers  

+  “Jungkook… what the hell happened here? And why’s there spaghetti on the ceiling?”

Genre: Fluff

A/N: swear this was just supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away. based on a lil story my lecturer told that one time (’:

“Well, we could just meet up at the library later?”

“I uh… I can’t,” You mumble, fidgeting in your spot because you’ve had a conversation just like this every week now.

“Y/N, we have to start the project today. He wants it in by tomorrow night.”

“I know, I know,” You sigh. “I’m sorry it’s just, I have to babysit my sister tonight… I’ll just work on it and then send it to you in the morning for you to compile and edit?”

“What? I’m not going to let you work on it alone,” He frowns. “I can just meet you at your place…”

“A-are you sure?” You ask and your eyes light up with hope. “I live about 20 minutes off campus by car…” You mumble.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s what my last partner said too,” You laugh. “Really, Jungkook I can just do the wo—”

“Just text me the address. I’ll find my way there,” He smiles, cutting your sentence short.

“You don’t have to—”

“I have a class in 10 so I have to go… but text me your address okay?”

He doesn’t even wait to hear your reply, rushing out of the classroom before you could answer him.

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magic in your fingertips | jjk

• summary: growing up with jeon jungkook at hogwarts includes many things: awkward first impressions, potion spills, invigorating quidditch matches. but most of all, it means you never, ever get to be top of the class, and you will never forgive him for it. (hogwarts au/childhood rivals to lovers au)

• genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

• word count: 9.0k

→ note: there are two things i love most in this world: jeon jungkook and harry potter. this is the result. features quidditch player!jungkook and best friends!tae and jimin. enjoy!!

[year one]

You are eleven years old when Jeon Jungkook begins to thoroughly ruin your pitiful, magical little life.

Hogwarts is something akin to a home to you already, and it’s only been a single day since the whimsical, ancient castle walls have claimed you as one of their own. The moment that a dusty, talking wizard’s hat sat atop your head and deemed you a member of your beloved house only occurred twenty four hours ago as well, but it feels as though it’s been centuries, as if you’ve always belonged to this beautiful school full of wizardry. You can still hear Professor Dumbledore’s words echoing in the back of your mind, bidding you all goodnight and wishing you a happy school year.

And here you are now, bright-eyed and giddy, in your final class of the very first day: Potions. You’re seated towards the very front of the classroom, quill and parchment out for your newest teacher to see that you are going to take their class seriously. It’s more than a bit strange to you that wizards and witches use quills—long, feathered instruments that you were to dip into ink—instead of pens like you’d previously done in your Muggle school, but, nonetheless, you are determined to make this school year your own and learn everything you possibly can. Even as other first years nervously bounce their legs beneath their desks and glance at the daunting professor slamming the front door open, there is nothing in your young mind that can stand in the way between you and a fantastic first impression.

The Potions professor is a tall man with long, charcoal-colored hair and a hooked nose, and he begins the lesson in one of the most startling manners you’ve ever experienced: by instantly demanding you all open your textbooks to page 126, select a partner, and begin making a hiccupping potion. With no roll call and no wonderful display of magic surging forth from his wand, he does absolutely nothing your previous professors have done to ease you into the way they conduct their class. Only these instructions are muttered from his monotonous voice, and the rest of the first-years immediately shoot up from their seats and scramble around to search for a seemingly intelligent partner.

You are still sitting in the front, mouth hanging open at the professor’s completely inappropriate introduction, when someone taps your shoulder. Spinning around in your seat, you wind up face-to-face with a boy who has the largest brown doe eyes you’ve ever seen.

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Can you be bias wrecked by fanfiction???????????@?!

;dimple (m)

pairing—kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings—smut, comedy, slight angst/drama, romance, slow burn, roommates/friends words— 14,725

summary— What’s the rule again? How many dates does it take for you have sex with a guy? Three? Five? Ten?! What if all this waiting and you can’t remember how to do it? It’s been so long since the last time you swear you’ve forgotten! You’re desperate, and that’s how you end up asking your roommate for help. Only trouble is, you get much more than you bargained for…

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Jung Hoseok = the king of choking

BONUS:

Oof his hands omg 😍😍😍😍

hobi x red hair → requested by anon