How To Get A Guy. Jjk | 02

How to Get a Guy. jjk | 02

PART 02 OF 02 | PART 01

pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: protected sex (twice..), oral (f. receiving), rough sex (1), a lot of making out, orgasm denial (for two secs methinks), titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, jk sleeps around (but not anymore?!), the basketball team is kinda disgusting, jk lowkey (highkey) be staking his claim but it’s seen in y/n pov, honestly jk and y/n are still hella confused

word count: 15.3k

a/n ✑ part dossss! thank you so much for waiting!! i adoreee this couple and i hope you enjoy the rest of their journey too <3 appreciate all of you guyss <33 (also there’s like.. one epilogue scene teehee)

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gilded - MYG

ready to return home after nearly two weeks of being apart, your excitement begins to fade into anxiety; there’s something important you need to tell your husband.

𓃠 yoongi’s birthday drabbles⁹ 𓃠

⤷ drabble for gold

pairing — husband!yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, light angst, established relationship

word count — 3.3K

warnings/tags — strong language, domestic yoongi 🥺, mentions of nausea, mentions of pregnancy & babies, explicit smut — so many kisses, fingering, cockwarming, biting/scratching, edging, hair pulling, unprotected sex, impregnation kink, praise kink, creampie, some nipple play

a/n — can be read as a stand-alone !! i missed them 😭

The twitching of your fingers intertwined with his is the first thing that begins to worry Yoongi. Gaze fixed on the bouquet of flowers in your lap as he tries to keep his own on the road, glancing at you now and again. But you don’t notice that he had noticed your anxious state.

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ANGST PLS don’t look at me like that. You look awful. I didn’t know where else to go. I’m not going anywhere. With Hobi c:

Can’t Fight This Feeling

pairing; idol!jung hoseok x gn!reader, ft. platonic!idol!jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, slight crack fic

warnings; talks of a toxic eventual ex, minor cursing, implied smut

w/c; 2,297

a/n; thank you for the prompts anon! three cheers for good guy hobi y’all.

His phone buzzing incessantly on the night stand is what gradually woke him up from his peaceful slumber. Lazily reaching a hand out from the covers he felt around for his phone, nearly pushing it off the night stand in the process. Upon a successful capture he brought the still buzzing phone underneath the duvet where his head currently resided, and up to his face, squinting at it in the darkness.

The first thing he noticed was the time, 4:34. In the morning. The second thing he noticed was that he missed the call. And there was a voicemail from the missed caller, you.

One Missed Call From: Y/N

One New Voicemail

He expertly typed his passcode in, tapping on the voicemail notification. Putting the phone to his ear, he could hear your voice. It was quiet, barely able to be picked up by the phone, but he could feel the emotion in your voice.

“H-Hey Hobi, sorry to call you at such an ungodly hour. I know how much you take your beauty rest seriously, but–“ a broken sob is all that could be heard, and it broke his heart. Made him physically ill. “I uhm, I didn’t know where else to go. And you’re the closest person to me. If you get this within the next 20 or so minutes I’m sitting out front by your door. Didn’t want to knock or ring the door bell and disturb your neighbors. If you don’t get this well–“ another quiet sniffle, some shuffle of clothing, and a quiet exhale. “That’s okay too. No worries. I’ll find somewhere else to couch surf for the night”. He could sense you were trying to sound more upbeat as to not make him feel any guilt if he didn’t hear the message in time. Thankfully, he did. He thought that would be the end of the message and almost put down his phone when he heard the next few words come out of the speaker. They stunned him.

“Love you, Hobi.”

That’s when he knew something was terribly wrong, cause very rarely did you express feelings, let alone a phrase that made you sound so vulnerable. You hated being vulnerable. Showing any signs of weakness.

He flew out from underneath the duvet so fast, he nearly tripped from his foot getting tangled in the mess. He quickly released himself from the blankets hold and rushed out his bedroom door. Nearly knocking over his very half asleep roommate, Jungkook, who barely started stepping out from the bathroom door into the hallway when he almost got pummeled, making him flinch back into the bathroom nearly falling over in the process. Gripping the sides of the threshold for dear life, he cautiously peered through the door into the hallway, catching the tail end of the culprit rounding the corner, barreling towards the front door.

“What the actual fu–“

Making it to the front door in record time, Hoseok went through the natural motions of unhooking the chain from the door, he then continued on unlocking the deadlock. Once the constraints were dealt with, he swiftly pulled open the front door, immediately looking around and calling your name, albeit a little less quietly than he should’ve been for neighbor courtesy at such a late hour, but right now all he cared about was finding you.

Panicking for a second when he didn’t see you right away he unlocked his phone getting ready to call you back.

“Hobi?” You trailed off with wide eyes looking up at him with a strange look from the current seated position you were in on the floor. Why did he look so crazed? You thought worriedly.

“Uh, you good my dude?” With furrowed eyebrows you asked cautiously. Not wanting to further set off the crazed dancer.

Your voice made his body still in his antics. Looking down at you from his standing position, now seeming eerily calm. It gave you the chills.

Out of nowhere the dancer flawlessly executed his move of reaching down to grab your hands and effortlessly pull the full weight of your body up from your sitting position into a standing one. Not giving you any time to properly get your footing, he immediately settled you in his arms, flush against his body. One hand on the back of your head, and the other pressed against your lower back to hold you in place. He hugged you with an intensity that unknowingly made your eyes start watering all over again, reminding you why you’re here in the first place.

Using his years of dancing expertise, he angled you both back towards the door. Shuffling slowly back into the apartment, trying not to jostle you too much. Upon making it in he kicked the door shut with the back of his foot. Wincing when it slammed a little too loud for his liking, silently asking the surrounding neighbors for forgiveness. He’ll have to send them each a basket soon of free merch, or something.

The slamming from the door is what broke you out of your sobbing mess, one that easily soaked the front of the dancers shirt. Not that he cared in the least bit. But you did, which is why you awkwardly untangled yourself from his hold, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands to try and get rid of the evidence of your episode.

Clearing your throat, you looked up at him with a shaky smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Don’t you look awful.”

A voice that belonged to neither one of you spoke from the couch in the living room. Upon further inspecting the scene you found the youngest member sitting on the couch on his knees, arms folded on the back of the couch with his head nestled on top of them, staring at you two with a look of feigned amusement and his signature bunny toothed smile.

You gave him a look of mock surprise, placing your hand over your heart.

“Are you flirting with me, Jungkook? I didn’t know you had such strong feelings for me. I’m sorry that I can’t reciprocate the same feelings back. But don’t worry, you’ll find someone better, kookie.”

Jutting out his bottom lip in mock sadness, he threw his body sideways on the couch where you couldn’t see him anymore. Not even a second later, his hand flew up, making it the only thing visible as he waved you two away.

“I’ll survive.”

Scoffing you rolled your eyes and playfully stomped off into the kitchen. Hobi snickered to himself, amused by the entire interaction that wasn’t out of the norm for you both, giving the hand that was still raised in the air a silent high five, silently thanking the golden maknae for smoothly lightening up the situation. If only for a moment.

Cabinets opening and closing could be heard upon entering the kitchen, drawers as well. He slinked his way into the barstool seated at the kitchen island in the middle of the room. One arm laying flat, fingers lightly drumming a random beat on the marble countertop, the other holding the side of his face as it rests against his palm, he watched you. Or rather, the back of you.

He couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of domesticity in this moment. The way you glided swiftly around the kitchen, making yourself at home so quickly. Your end goal being a bowl of your favorite cereal he made sure to always have on hand incase you craved it when you came over. His heart burned with a sensation he knew all too well when it came to you. One he’s always had to bury in the depths of his soul cause alas, you could never see him the same way he saw you, or so he made himself believe. Not even humoring the thought of crossing that invisible line between you both, otherwise the false hope would be damn near close to breaking him completely.

It didn’t help you had an asshole of a partner either. Having the face of someone he definitely wouldn’t mind punching right now. Considering all they seemed to do was cause chaos and disruption in your life that had you at his door at 4:30 in the morning.

“Don’t look at me like that, Hobi.”

Now sitting in the chair opposite him on the other side of the island, you looked at him. Your voice turned softer, more sullen. Even despite the sugary goodness in your mouth, your heart still battled your mind. Seeing that same look on his face he’s been giving you ever since you started dating your current partner made you want to flee back to the very place you wanted to escape from.

“Why do you even stay with them, y/n?”

Eyes cast down looking at the now empty bowl of cereal, you wanted to look anywhere but in those loving eyes of his. Yes. The look still being given to you, never fails to ignite a fire in your body even after all this time. Wringing your hands together nervously in your lap, you risked looking back up at Hobi’s face.

Nope, it’s still there.

“Maybe I should go? Yeah. This was a bad idea, I need–I need–“ you abruptly stood up, discarding the used bowl and utensil in the sink, making your way across the kitchen and to the now completely empty living room. Looks like Jungkook decided to head back to bed. Makes things easier on you to leave.

Chair scraping loudly against the floor, Hoseok caught up with you in a few steps thanks to his long legs. Gently grabbing the crook of your elbow he turned you around to look at him. Your head was tilted down, hair covering your face so he couldn’t see you and the tears that have once again made a home on your cheeks. Placing both hands on your shoulders with a firm, yet equally as tender hold, he bent down on his knees, heels digging into the floor in order to maintain his body weight from falling, to duck his head closer to yours attempting to gain your attention. It worked.

What you didn’t expect to see was him giving you a silly face that had you straightening back up in a fit of laughter.

God, were you head over heels in love with him.

Slowly straightening back up himself, he watched you adoringly. Mentally patting himself on the back for being able to break your walls down enough to get you to laugh so wholeheartedly.

A laugh that made him fall in love with you even more.

A comfortable silence ensued between you two, once you finally settled down. This time being able to lock gazes without any hesitations. Slowly, but surely, there was a build up of tension starting to form. Sexual tension. You could cut into it with a knife. Where it came from? Not sure, but it felt somewhat….natural? Could it be from the many years of feelings bottled up? And now they’re just finally boiling over to the point of no return? You’re not entirely sure who caved first. Nor did you really care.

Once your lips were pressed together, you knew, you were done for.

This time, Hoseok woke up in peace. No sound of a buzzing phone in sight. Even the sun was shining in through the window, a light breeze blowing the curtain in a silent dance due to the window being cracked open over night. Lord knows they needed the fresh air after the humidity brought throughout the room from their nightly, or rather morning, shenanigans creeped in.

Blinking your eyes open, feeling the bed shift beneath you, your eye sight slowly came into focus. The first thing you see being Hobi sitting up in bed, stretching and yawning, adorning adorable bed head and/or sex hair. Now this is a sight you’ll never get sick of seeing.

Grinning to yourself, you angled your body closer to the dancers. Wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your chin between the crook of his neck and shoulder, you give him a gentle kiss on his neck.

“Where do you think your going, hm?”

Hands trailing down his lower abdomen, he let out a quite manly squeak, he would later tell you with his usual cocky attitude. Even going so far as to say he meant to squeak.

“Me? Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

Tackling you back into the bed he kept himself raised above you with his hands holding himself up on either side of you. Head ducking down to bring you into one of the many passionate kisses you were sure to share in your lifetime together. Pulling away with a slight tug of your bottom lip between his teeth that had you chasing his lips for more. He smirked at you, eyes full of lust and love.

“I’m still going to punch them in the face.”

Oh. Right. You’ll have to break it off with them for sure now.

“And I second that. I can be your back up.”

Both of your heads turned so quickly it nearly gave you joint whiplash, you saw the cheeky smile on the peeping tom leaning against the now open doorway with his hands folded across his chest.

“Also, it’s about damn time you two stopped beating around the bush, cause my gosh, was it so annoy–“

The golden maknae ducked out of the way just in time, narrowly missing the pillows being thrown at him, slamming the door shut behind him as he stood outside the now closed door in the hallway.

“How rude!” He yelled through the door, cackling to himself. Walking off with his hands in pocket.

friends (3tan) (m) | myg

title: friends (the week, pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the week you get with yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call. warnings: cursing, tension, oc’s are introduced!!, oral (m rec), degradation, the amount of kiss scenes wow lol, power dynamics (cmnf), fingering, angst yeah i know, throat fucking, choking, rude yoongi :))), multiple orgasms, breast play, cum swallowing, the chains stay on😀😀😀, cunt slapping, sl*t/wh*re mentions, dirty talk, yoongi’s mouth in general, overthinking, doubt, head/hair pulling, body worship, praise, restraining via headboard a ha ha, this one is p angsty y’all😭 note: thank you to @sugakookitty​​ for being an angel beta !! i know this was super last minute i am so so sorry. i owe you some tangerines! note 2: and here we are again. i hope you all like this installment, and i wanted to thank everyone for being so patient and supportive. it truly means so much to me! if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read the series first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense! word count: 15.6k drop date: april 26th, 2022, 7:17pm est

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freefall | kth

summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.

or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au

word count: 10k

warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-

A/N: i’d just like to thank everyone for the immense amount of support or else i would have never had the confidence in myself and my writing to try to create and post something of this nature. i hope u reading as much as i enjoyed writing this fr! i’d like to give huge shoutouts to some special peeps that were with me throughout the process of me writing this: LINH !! @latetaektalk , i’ve absolutely adored u and ur work for the longest time and u beta reading my work meant the world, truly. SOULMATE! @pjmsdior , who always looks over my work for me and is just the kindest and cutest soul. meekers @tomotae , slay i make u read all my work but im finally writing smut now duh, she is very happy for this monumental event the most i think. and last but not least the bestie 4L @koushiningg , whom i made read this last night at their house which was the funniest shit ever. once again, hope u enjoy reading!!! sending luv always, jumi <3

taglist: @nap-of-a-starr @ppeachyttae @tetesland @taestrwbrry @je0nmin @rooo-tah @delusionalsnack (not working) @jeontier @taeshobipop​

❧ PLAYLIST.

This was the most serenity you’ve felt in weeks. 

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You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre; devil au, devil! Seokjin, smut, angst, romance  wordcount; 65,341

⤑ read over on ao3 here

*THIS WILL BE REWRITTEN AT SOME POINT*

the beginning; 

i. the devil’s dick—the devil’s return—the devil’s job  

the middle;

ii. my sweet 666

the end;

iii. the devil’s family 

drabbles; 

moments like these // 

(to read more on the universe click here.)