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Guys Like Him (ft. Jeongguk)

Drabble game prompt 42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” → badboy!jk, jock!au, prequel (part 1) to You Who [M]  → 6k words, (fluff, mentions of sex, tiny bit angst) 

Y/N: Originally didn’t want to make another series about jk, but You Who got a 1000+ notes and I decided to upload this as a surprise :) Enjoy! Split it into two parts, but I’m finished with part 2 so it’ll be uploaded in less than 24 hrs! 

“Nice job boys, that was a really good practice, let’s keep it up! Go home and get some rest!” Coach Kim blows his whistle as the boys all scatter and cheer as their practice comes to an early end. Jimin catches up to Jeongguk and claps the younger boy on the back, “Nice job kiddo, you’re stepping up into the quarterback shoes pretty well.” 

Jeongguk laughs and punches Jimin back in his shoulder pads, earning a playful laugh from him, “Thanks hyung.” 

“What’re you doing Friday night? Seokjin’s frat is throwing a party soon and is inviting the entire cheerleading squad the night before the game. And I overheard Jisoo saying that all of them were gonna be going. Wanna come?” 

Jeongguk smiles, shaking his head. “Sorry hyung, but I have a date with Y/N. I promised her way before that I wouldn’t flake. And since we have the game on Saturday, we planned for Friday.” 

Jimin groans, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, I miss the days when Jeon Jeongguk wouldn’t miss a frat party for the world. What happened?” 

They reach the lockers and begin removing their heavy gear. “I ended up dating the smartest, prettiest girl on campus. Can’t risk losing that.”

Jimin catches the slight blush on Jeongguk’s face. Smirking, he comments, “Damn man, you can literally get with any of the girls on campus. And you used to! What happened? You’re so whipped for her dude.” 

Jeongguk smiles as he walks towards the showers. With a wide smile, he adds, “I am.” 

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Running away from my problems (Yoongi x Reader x Jeongguk / Threesome/Smut)

Word Count: 12,3k

Genre: Fluff, Smut (Filth)

Pairing: Werewolf/ Jeon Jeongguk x Human/ Reader x Vampire/ Min Yoongi

Warnings: Cursing, riding, biting, blood(tiny bit not a lot), blowjobs, hand jobs, marking/hikies, dirty talk, oral

Summary: Studying is hard enough, but when you have two mates who tempt you just by existing? To study or not? Fake death? Or would you rather study the many ways of how to please your mates?

Authors Note: This is absolute FILTH!!!!WARNING!!! If you don’t like something like this don’t read, I gave you a warning so read at your own risk!!! I got inspired because of a post on tumblr (Sorry lost the link) and my friend who encouraged it so its her fault partly (You know who you are!! I love you) and this is the result! Enjoyyyyyyy :3

Part 1 / Part 2

‘’I’m going to punch you.’’ I warn.

‘’Ah that’s not a nice thing for you to say. Especially to your favorite boyfriend.’’ He coos only raising my temper as I glance above the paragraph I’ve been reading for the past 2 minutes over and over again since Yoongi decided he wanted to pester me. And the fact that he came from his studio which he barricaded himself into last night says a lot. Even more that he is pestering me in the first place and playing innocent.

‘’Kindly buzz off.’’ my frown deepens as I raise my hands up, to block my surroundings by placing my hands over the sides of my face. In return I get a heavy sigh, and additional weight being pressed over my back. Glancing to my right, he’s basically half lying over me still sitting in his own chair while I sit on my own behind the dining table I’ve settled myself at. It was quiet up until a few minutes ago as he was away in his own world so the apartment was peaceful. Perfect condition to study in, unlike most of the time where I have to block the enthusiastic talking and sometimes even shouting from my other boyfriend who spends his free time playing games.

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notch | i

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst

Tags: unrequited!AU, college!AU, f2f!AU

Warnings: language, mentions of mature content

A/N: i’m back i’m stressed i like writing. i wrote this a while ago, will probably turn it into a series if i ever get around to finishing it. 

notch 1

Synopsis: early morning calls. picking him up from some stranger’s house after a few bad decisions. the torment of loving someone who was incapable of loving you back. those two small words create such a large chasm between the two of you. but hey, what were best friends for? 

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the love project | jjk

summary: from running to mcdonald’s at 3am after a halloween party where the two of you dressed up as the teletubbies to timing how long it takes for him to drink a cup of monster mixed with mountain dew and iced coffee and then do fifty push-ups, you’re used to your best friend jungkook asking you to do all sorts of crazy things. but, of all the shit the two of you do, letting him follow you around for a week with a camera and take candid photos of you for a photography assignment might just be the craziest of them all.

{college!au, friends to lovers!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff, comedy word count: 12k warnings: college antics, hopeless pining, slow burn a/n: me: this fic will be 10k max! also me: actually nevermind on par for the course of this blog, i hope you enjoy this fic! it was so much fun to write and it definitely got me back into the ~writing mood~. more fics coming soon!

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Letters to You

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ft. Kim Namjoon

Genre: Time Travel, Angst, Slight Fluff

Words: 7.2k

Description: Through a series of letters, Jungkook is able to re-live a life that never was. 

Would you still love me even if we never met?

There is an old library on the outskirts of town that Namjoon had stumbled upon online, one that even he, to Jungkook’s surprise, has never been to.  

This is actually quite mind-blowing because Kim Namjoon is what most people would call a bibliophile. He doesn’t just read in his spare time and browse around libraries and bookstores occasionally, no, Kim Namjoon lives and breathes books; those binded pages of pure information, worldly knowledge, and eye-opening stories are what he lives for. He has multiple copies of his favorites, views them as home décor, and is even the type to judge people based on what kind of books they like to read.

At this point, Jungkook wouldn’t even be surprised if Namjoon decides to have some sort of book sculpture as the centerpiece of his wedding in the future.

But it wasn’t because Jungkook, as one of Namjoon’s best friends, knows that Namjoon loves spending weekends immersed in the serene and peaceful realms that librairies have to offer that he decided to tag along this Sunday. It was because he lost a bet over being able to do ten pushups with Yoongi sitting on his back last weekend, and the so-called punishment was to find a book (physical copy) and actually read it, something Jungkook hasn’t done in a long, long time, which is how Jungkook found himself accompanying his intelligent and philosophical friend on this latest excursion.  

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Bracelet Bells & Teddy Bears

BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Paranormal, Thriller, Ghost Hunter AU

Words: 10.9k

Jungkook- a stupid, self-proclaimed ghost hunter in college- decided to take his best friend with him to investigate a 2-story old house that has been on the market for ages.  The reason he was interested in it? Well, it hadn’t been rented or bought ever since he was a child. The ‘It’s not haunted!’ attached above the ‘For Sale/Rent’ didn’t help. 

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“This is literally the stupidest fuckin’ idea you’ve ever pitched to me before.  I honestly don’t know why I’m standing next to you right now.  I actually hate you,” Taehyung grumbled as he stood next to his excited best friend of 6 years.  He held a camera around his neck with a bag on his back filled with different lenses to attach on.  

“The only thing you hate is the fear of pissing your pants when we get in there and see some ghosts!” The best friend- Jungkook- in question, quipped back. Having a pocket full of batteries and a ready to go ‘state of the art’ camcorder in his hand he was practically giddy.  Black pants, white tee and a jean jacket over his shoulder with a black cap on his head to cover his messy black hair.  Taehyung, on the other hand, was a bit more creative in clothing with his blue skinnies and checkered button down, a black bandana strapped around his forehead.

“I’m gonna kill you and throw your stupid body in that house so you haunt it for the rest of existence.”  Taehyung seethed.  He wasn’t scared per se, he’s used to Jungkook’s ‘ghost hunting’ by now.  It’s just that he had a recital coming up soon and he wanted to be home right now practicing for it.  Not breaking and entering into a property that is no doubt private by now.

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Moonstruck (1)

Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: eventual smut, angst, e2l, slow burn, supernatural (werewolves, vampires, witches, hybrids)

rating: mature/explicit 

description: You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to break his sire bond with you. Not like you were thrilled an ungrateful brat was sired to you anyway. Just a hundred more days and it would all be over. He would no longer be loyal to you. 

word count: 6.1k

warnings: long-haired JK is basically your pet, cussing, blood, an almost death scene, painful description of a werewolf transformation, and fighting/minor violence. 

a/n: Hello everyone! So this fic is my monstrous one and I was planning to write it all before posting but… let’s just say I got impatient. This is heavily inspired by the show The Vampire Diaries as well as Legacies. The sire bond is something I’ve always been intrigued with and I wanted to write about it. I’m trying my best to stick to the show’s elements, but I’ve also taken some creative liberty and things might be different. There will be eventual smut and things may get dark in the future parts. I really hope you all enjoy part 1. I’ve never written or planned on writing something as long as this one. Hope you lemme know what you think. :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 

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— i love so i let go.

+ genre and warnings :: spiderman!jeongguk + reader, spiderman/superhero au, college au, implied friends to lovers au that’s if i ever decide to finish that spiderguk fic or make more drabbles out of it but i make no promises i’m sorry

+ notes :: this is a scene from a bigger fic i tried to write but haven’t finished and i’m not sure when i’ll pick back up again buuut i liked this bit so i decided to post it on it’s own as a little drabble! it’s kind of overdramatic and corny and very fluffy, but i think you all expect that by now 

+ side notes :: i suppose this is connected to the spiderguk drabble from the 100wtsily list as that’s what inspired me to start writing the bigger fic, but it can definitely bc read as a stand-alone 

Jeongguk squats on your windowsill, one hand holding the glass exterior of your apartment building, the other resting on the bottom of the sill, eyes looking straight ahead into yours. He can hear the sirens behind him, and you can see their lights dance across his face; red and blue like his second skin. 

He should follow them, go to help, but he stays frozen. He knows you’ll be fine here, safe from whatever harm has come back to the city, but that’s not why he isn’t moving. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have taken off his mask in front of you a week ago, maybe he shouldn’t have told you his biggest secret. It would have made moments like these easier, for the both of you, but he always hated lying to you. Besides, Jeongguk knows you would have figured it out sooner or later. You’re smart like that. 

“You—you should go, they’re gonna need you, Guk,” you choke out, and Jeongguk’s eyes grow three times in size because that is not the sentence he was expecting to come out of your mouth. 

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Welcome To The Wild Side [1]

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A/N: So, after much consideration, I’ve decided to repost this story. I originally posted it back in January, and delete it soon after, but I recently discovered it in my BTS folder, read it over, and decided that I still really enjoy the idea–SO–here we are!! xD

Introducing, my superpower college AU–which will basically be crack, humor and drama. There will be no certain pairings (as of this point) and will most likely contain hints of OT7 (random pairings) x Reader.

Anyway! I’ve talked too much, I think, so let’s just get down to the good part :p And please note–I’m literally just writing this for fun. If you decided to stick along, I hope you enough, though <3

Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 1,537

The world you know is quite an odd one. A person either lives normally or abnormally—you’re pretty sure there’s no in between. Not when super powers are involved, at least. Not when the boy that lives five doors down from you can run to class in a minute flat while you have to take a 15 minute trek across campus. Not when your professor graduated from Harvard in a year thanks to their ability to know every piece of information in the world without blinking.

They live abnormally—with an advantage.

And then…there’s you. You, who is part of the 2/3rds of the population that is born into a fairly-safe, powerless life.  You, who is forced to live life normally and within its set guidelines.

It’s really not as bad as one would think. Not having powers means not having enemies. Not having powers means not being discriminated against—you’re the majority, after all. Not having powers…well, actually, that’s about it. There are only subtle differences in the lifestyles of the “gifted” and “non-gifted”, and therefore you don’t find it very hard to live your life knowing your genetic make-up is uniform and nothing special.

You are nothing special.

Wow…what a shitty way to put it.

You laugh, lips quickly zipping shut soon after when the girl sitting a few seats away from you sends you a nasty look. Your lecture hall is packed, utterly quiet save the echoing sounds of pencil against paper and the occasional snore.

You can’t blame whoever it is for falling asleep honestly, because you’ve been day dreaming for the last half an hour anyway.

When the lecture finally ends another twenty minutes later, you leisurely pack your notebook into your bag and make for the door. A warm summer breeze greets you as you step out of the building, the sun staring you straight in the face as it slowly makes it’s descent towards the horizon. It’s already nearing dinner time, and while the other students around you split and make for the dining halls, you turn the opposite direct and head for home—or, rather, work.

Your life follows a schedule that goes uninterrupted for the most part: sleep, school, work. Throw in some food breaks in between and you’re good to go. It’s nothing exciting, but you find it fulfilling nonetheless, and that means it’s enough.

The door to your workplace chimes as you step through the entrance. Behind the counter your female manager greets you and you wave politely in reply, hurrying into the back of the café to grab your apron and work shirt from your locker.

You’ve been working at this café since you started college a year ago. Your managers—Ryeowook and Nana—are nice and pay you well (hallelujah!), plus the job is fairly easy, so everything works out well for you.

Your shift is until 9, and you work diligently the entire time, serving all of the after-hours businessmen and other college students that stop in for some chow and coffee. Everything goes smoothly, just like it always does. At 9, you clock out, wave goodbye to Nana with a smile, and start down the dark streets.

Not many people are out on a Tuesday night—even if it is summer. Midterms are approaching and this end of town isn’t known for partying anyway. That’s why you like it—not that you’re a party pooper! You slide into the occasional frat party, of course, but…it’s just not your style. This side of town is quiet and safe and—

“Help me!”

…apparently not that safe.

You’re in motion before your brain can catch up with your feet, your backpack bouncing heavily against your back as you bound up the block towards the sound of the cry. It was a woman yelling and you’re sure that it’s just some petty crime going on—a purse snatcher or something of the sort. That you can handle. It’s not too hard to kick a guy in the balls and run to safety, after all.

You got this.

Turning the corner, you hear more strangled cries and slow down, a chill creeping up your spine. Something…something doesn’t sound right.

However, you still don’t stop, creeping slowly along the front of a shop as the sounds get closer and closer. An ally nears you, and you peek your head around the corner, searching for the source of the cries. A little ways up the dark alley you spot a woman flat against the wall, a man standing a foot from her.

He’s not touching her, but she’s still letting out a strangled cry, the veins in her neck bulging as she throws her head back in pain. The woman’s mouth opens but no sounds come out, and you know that something terrible is going on here—something that is beyond your ability to stop—but your brain once again fails to communicate with your feet, and you step out into the open.

You only make it a few hurried steps forward before suddenly there’s a swift snapping sound—the woman’s eyes rolling back into her skull, her body promptly dropping to the ground. Her limbs sprawl out awkwardly against the pavement, bent at angles that you know humans can’t make, and you freeze.

She’s just been murdered—right in front of you. And now—

The man a few feet up the alley twists his head to look at you, eyes glowing blood red and piercing through the silence that stretches between you.

And now…some dude looking like he bought color contacts to cosplay Sasuke Uchiha is standing there looking ready to just about murder you too.

Christ.

Sneakers scraping against the asphalt, you take a tentative step backwards. His eyes narrow immediately, and before you can even begin to think of screaming and running away a force overtakes you.

Your limbs become stiff, pain shooting through your body as you struggle for air. You can feel your body shaking, trying to fight against the power he has over you, but you know you won’t prevail. You don’t have any powers—nothing is going to get you out of this.

You’re as good as dead.

Lungs screaming, body thrumming excruciatingly as all your muscles constrict, you finally manage to throw your head back and let loose a tortured yell. Your nervous system is starting to freak out, running into overdrive and ready to pull the plug at any moment. And then…everything stops.

There’s a sharp crack followed by boom—the sound of bricks crumbling to the ground.

You drop to the floor, your knees and palms digging into the gravel as you barely manage to save yourself from a face-full of cement. Your lungs are screaming in demand, your breaths quick and shallow as you brace yourself on your forearms, trying to get your head back on straight.

Your body is still aching from the man’s powers, but you’re alive. That’s the important part.

“Hey, you ok?”

Blinking in shock, you look up to find a male looking to be around your age knelt in front of you. He’s got styled black hair and dark eyes, his head cocked to the side innocently as he stares at you.

“I…what?” you question, pushing yourself so your seated on your knees. You look past him, eyes widening in shock when you see the man who had been hurting you earlier lying at the foot of a crater which had been knocked into the buildings wall.

“Heyyyy~,” a hand waves in front of your face, and you turn back to the boy yet again. He frowns.

“Are you ok, or what?”

“That motherfucker just used the goddamn force on me!” you yell instead, pointing a finger accusingly at the unmoving red-eyed male, and the boy blinks in shock. Then…he laughs.

“Oh man!” he cackles, gripping his gut as he falls onto one knee, his giggles echoing down the now-quiet alleyway. You watch him absolutely loose his shit, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and wonder because…wait, did…did this kid just punch your assailant into the wall? And cause the wall to dent under the impact?!

Finally, once the boy gets his breath back, he stands to his full height and smiles at you, offering a hand. You take it mindlessly, too distracted by his cute, bunny-like smile, and when he tugs you up you fly into him with shocking force.

“Oops,” he says somewhat sheepishly as you disconnect you face from his rock-solid chest. You send him a warning look, but don’t fully separate yourself from him, his hand still gripping yours tightly.

“…who are you?”

“Me?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “I’m Jungkook. What about you?”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N,” he repeats, testing your name on his tongue as his lips stretch into a grin. “Nice to meet you. I—”

Suddenly there’s the sound of a trash can being knocked over behind you and you both turn just in time to see your attacker scramble out the other end of the alleyway, disappearing from sight. Jungkook sighs.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, and, like I was saying,” he turns back and smiles again. “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other around from now on.”

mean jungkook + library sex

alternatively titled: skirt chasers — drabble ii 

this technically takes place before drabble i so the chronology is all fucked up but bear with me girlies… as most things on this blog do, it started w/ a gif v.v somehow it ended up being 4k and none of its proofread but are we surprised at this point cue the ted talk ending sequence 

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He was so mean.

Jungkook was horribly, terribly mean to you sometimes, and you wondered why you still allowed him to call himself your boyfriend when time and again he’d shown how mean he could be.

“Don’t do this,” you begged, voice but a hoarse whisper in the library, so desolate and void of the usual bustle of student life it had during the day time. It was nearing 10pm now, and you know the grad students who worked behind the front desk would change shifts soon. Their brief moment of inattention was what Jungkook had planned his little stunt around tonight.

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fate is funny like that // jjk

summary - someone out there is laughing at you, because you can’t stop being able to make a fool of yourself in front of the same stranger

paring - jungkook x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; strangers to lovers au

prompt - because all of this is not coincidence

word count - 550

warnings - light embarassment but i think that’s it lmao

authors note - minimum amount of drabbles done for the marathon is complete, just wanted to get that out of the way real quick

Some all powerful being that controls the universe was laughing at you. You could definitely feel it. After how many times you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of the same exact cute stranger the past few days was an embarrassing amount. 

The first time it happened, you were getting on the bus. You paid your fare and was walking down the aisle to find a seat. Apparently you didn’t find one fast enough because the bus driver seemingly drove right back into the road, causing you to lose your footing and land right on top of said cute stranger. Thankfully the stranger laughed it off, telling you to be careful as you apologized, scurrying to the back of the bus to hide your shame. 

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white lies | jjk | m

— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 

— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 

— words; 13,3k

— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!

When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.

First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn’t mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 

Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 

Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 

Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 

Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 

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Blue Dream (Jikook)

Blue Dream (Jikook) pt. 1

⤏ Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin

⤏ Genres: college!au, frat!au, fwb!au, (eventual) fluff and angst, smut.

⤏ Rating: 18+

⤏ Summary: Jimin is a straight-A student and dance prodigy, an overachiever with unwavering determination to succeed. But when Jungkook comes crashing in, lighter in hand, he's all too willing to let him derail the course of his life. Maybe he had been waiting to watch it burn this whole time.

⤏ Word count: 3.6k

⤏ Notes and content warnings: lots of weed and alcohol in the series as a whole, sex under the influence of drugs/alcohol, explicit sex, explicit language, jimin is whipped and tipsy, dub-con kiss

a one-shot turned series lightly inspired by my own college experience HAHA i hope you enjoy!

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Jungkook gazed at him through glassy, half-lidded eyes, exhaling a wispy cloud that billowed around their heads. The smoke stung in Jimin’s lungs, his eyes pricking as he breathed it in.

“So pretty,” Jungkook breathed, pulling Jimin into his lap. “Wanna ruin you.”

And Jimin let him, sat and watched as he set him on fire from the inside out, flames licking at his insides and swallowing everything in their path. He blinked and everything he previously thought defined him, everything he had worked so hard for, was reduced to nothing but ash. But god, did he enjoy it.

Jimin was too engrossed in his essay to acknowledge his best friend when he opened the door to the study room, only mouthing a curt “Thank you” when he placed the coffee next to him. Three empty cups lay scattered on the table around him, and Taehyung looked at him disapprovingly, picking the cups up to toss them himself.

He heaved a sigh as he plopped into the chair across from Jimin. “How’s it going? How many pages do you have left?”

“I’m doing the conclusion now,” Jimin mumbled. “I’m not even gonna fucking edit it. Like, once I finish it, I’m done with it. I’m laying it to rest. Never gonna look at it again.”

Core classes could suck his dick. Why the hell did he, a freakin’ dance major, have to write a thesis about the moral and ethical implications of modern technology and its effects on the younger generation’s productivity levels, just to be able to graduate?

Taehyung let out a dry laugh. “Revising essays is for underclassmen. I just full-send everything nowadays, C’s get degrees and all that.”

Jimin grimaced. “C’s do not, however, make scholarship donors happy.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung said, wincing slightly.

Taehyung knew Jimin’s grades were a touchy subject, especially with how strict his parents were. They had allowed him to pursue dance, but on the condition that he would go somewhere he got a full ride for. The full ride part wasn’t hard, since Jimin was a fucking genius–it was the part where his parents gave him shit for not going to the “better” schools they made him apply to. He ended up at USC, but anytime Jimin’s grades were unsatisfactory to his parents, they brought up how he should’ve just gone to Columbia and studied law instead.

“On that note, though, guess who’s throwing a party tomorrow night?”

“ Tomorrow night?” Jimin asked, glancing at Taehyung incredulously. “In the middle of midterms? I know Joon is a prodigy, but he needs to give the rest of us a break.”

“It’s just a kickback, nothing too big.” Taehyung shrugged, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “He said something about this new strain of weed he tried a few days ago and wanted to share it with everyone.”

“You know I don’t smoke,” Jimin said, fingers flying on the keyboard even as he talked to Taehyung. “It’s so bad for you.”

“Yet you’ll down a fifth of vodka by yourself no problem,” the other boy retorted with a scoff, a smug look on his face. “Just come to the party. Pregame at my place. C’mooon, it’ll be fun.”

~*~

“I thought you said it was a kickback!” Jimin yelled at Taehyung, his voice barely audible over the loud music blaring through the speakers. “I don’t even recognize any of these people!”

Entering the house felt like walking into a different dimension, one 15 degrees warmer, humid, and hazy. Jimin blinked his eyes to adjust to the strobing LED lights, wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of weed. He fanned the air in front of him while following closely behind Taehyung through the crowds of bodies, muttering apologies every few seconds whenever other people backed up against him.

Three couples were making out on the stairs, barely two or three steps away from each other, and Jimin watched, perplexed. He wasn’t some scandalized virgin, but he did sort of hate big social situations like this, much preferring the quiet of an empty dance studio that he had all to himself. In theory, he loved parties: he liked hanging out with people, dancing, playing games, drinking–but in practice, it was much sweatier, much louder, much more stressful. He only ever came to parties like this when Tae dragged him there, and this one was turning out to be almost as uncomfortable as that one house party they hit during Halloweekend, where someone got crossed and peed on the couch. The bar was high.

“Helloooo!” Taehyung shouted as he opened the door to Namjoon’s room, Jimin trailing behind him with a small wave. As soon as he stepped in, though, the smoke cloud entered his lungs and he coughed, his eyes watering as he tried to catch his breath. “You guys started without us, I see.”

“Yeah shit, sorry, we forgot to turn on the fan,” Hoseok laughed, getting up to switch on the box fan in the window. “You gonna be okay, Chim?”

Jimin nodded, raising the handle of vodka he had in his hand. “I’ll live.”

“You don’t smoke?” an unfamiliar voice asked, and Jimin’s eyes fell on quite possibly the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He quirked a pierced brow up at Jimin, smoke rising around his face as he spoke.

“Right, you guys haven’t met yet,” Namjoon said, slinging an arm around the boy’s shoulders. The stranger smiled hazily at Jimin, his eyes crinkling slightly at the action. “This is Jungkookie, I’m planning on picking him up as a little in KASA. That’s Jimin and Taehyung. Those two are joined at the hip.”

“Call me Jungkook,” he said, his voice silky smooth. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“You’re being really obvious,” Taehyung whispered in Jimin’s ear as he pulled his hand to guide him to the spot next to Jungkook on the ground. Jimin tried not to look at him, but he could feel his eyes boring into him. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“So, no smoking?” Jungkook asked again, and Jimin clicked his tongue.

“Yeah, I’m a dancer. I try not to.”

Hoseok scoffed. “You literally have not smoked once in your entire life,” he teased. “You don’t ‘try not to’—you avoid that shit like the plague.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with that,” Jungkook said, handing the bong to Taehyung, who thanked him. “You don’t like what you don’t like. Though I will say, you're kind of missing out, especially with this new shit.” There was a teasing lilt in his voice, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jimin was absolutely drowning.

He turned to look at Taehyung as he took a rip, watching the water in it bubble as he inhaled. Taehyung handed it to Yoongi, mouth pressing into a line as he held in the smoke, tilting his head back when he finally exhaled, blinking slowly. Jimin had to admit that his best friend was hot as fuck, especially like this. He bit his lip as he imagined what Jungkook looked like while doing that. He glanced over at said man to see him already looking at him, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling.

“I don’t know how I ever used to smoke out of a bong without ice,” Taehyung groaned, settling back on his palms. “It’s so crisp. Just felt like I was breathing normally. Fuck, it’s been too long.”

Jin’s squeaky laugh made everyone let out a chuckle, watching him struggle to get his words out through his laughing fit. He had always been a giggly high. “Re-Remember that time, we used a gra-gravity bong, and you got so fucking high you sent Jimin’s nudes–”

“You guys wanna play a game?” Jimin asked, and everyone made noises of agreement. He could feel Jungkook staring at him but he ignored it, his face flushing in embarrassment. That was not a story he was ready for Jungkook to hear.

It had been a couple weeks since they last all got together, most of them being in their junior and senior years. Jimin reminisced about the times when they all lived on campus, within walking distance of each other, even some of them just down the hall. A lot had changed since then, but one thing hadn’t:

“You fucking suck at this!” Hoseok yelled as Jimin took another pull, finishing off the last of the bottle, trying not to choke as Hoseok whacked his shoulder. He hadn’t drank that much, really, he just took large ones, and Jungkook and Tae had taken a couple of swigs as well. Jimin would never admit how much the sight of Jungkook’s lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle affected him.  “We even gave you a handicap, and Jungkook homie stocked for you twice!!”

“Fuck off,” he groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and capping the empty bottle, placing it on the ground. He swatted Taehyung’s hand away when he reached over to ruffle his hair, making him laugh and punch his arm instead. “I hate this stupid game.”

“Let’s just chill and watch something,” Yoongi drawled, his eyes almost closed shut. He placed his controller on the coffee table, arm slinging over the back of the sofa. Everyone nodded, sinking into their seats on the couches, and Namjoon opened Netflix on the tv, selecting New Girl. Classic.

Jimin glanced around the room through his drunken haze, his vision lagging as his head moved around. He always wondered what it felt like to get high, or even crossed. He reached into the party size bag of chips in his lap and came up empty, groaning loudly. He didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes fixed on him as the sound escaped his mouth. “Imma go grab some more chips from downstairs,” he slurred, sighing as he got to his feet.

No one really acknowledged him, too focused on the show, so Jimin just slipped out, stumbling a little more than he’d like to admit. The world was rocking underneath him, tossing him against the wall as he walked down the hallway, hand coming out to grasp at the door frame to his right. He paused there to lean his head against the wood, trying to steady himself.

“Hi, pretty,” a voice came from behind him, and Jimin’s brow furrowed. It didn’t sound like anyone he knew, so he was slow to raise his head, still leaning on the wall for support.

The stranger rested a hand on his shoulder as they came around to his front, and before Jimin could process anything, his mouth was being captured in a kiss, the hand on his shoulder coming up to roughly cup his jaw. Jimin panted into the stranger’s mouth, the pleasant feeling clashing with the confusion in his thoughts. He felt a tongue slide between his lips and he welcomed it, leaning into the wet warmth–and suddenly everything was gone, a loud “ hey!” and a thud making Jimin’s eyes fly open to see the sight in front of him.

Jungkook was holding some guy, presumably the one who had been kissing Jimin just now, up against the wall by the collar of his shirt, a venomous look in his eye. “Are we gonna have a problem?” he asked lowly, the other guy shaking his head frantically. Jungkook tossed him to the side, the man stumbling a bit as he scrambled away. “Good. Fuck off.”

Jimin just gaped at the boy in front of him, eyes darting down to the clenched fist at his side, then back up to his face, still turned in the direction of the guy he sent running away. “Jungkook? What the hell was that?” His brows furrowed and his mouth pressed into a pout, crossing his arms.

Jungkook turned to face him fully, an unreadable look on his face. “You’re drunk, and some asshole just tried to take advantage of you, that’s what happened.”

Something about the way he spoke made Jimin feel brave, made him feel reckless. He took a step towards him, chin tilted up to maintain eye contact. He slipped his hands around Jungkook’s waist and linked them behind the small of his back, head cocking to the side. He moved his gaze to the lip piercing on Jungkook’s face and wondered what the cool metal would feel like against his tongue. “What if I told you I liked it? That I wanted him to kiss me?”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared slightly as he tongued the inside of his cheek. He tangled a hand in Jimin’s hair and tugged, a gasp leaving Jimin’s lips as his head fell backwards, forcing him to look at Jungkook through fluttering eyelashes. “Then I’d call you a liar.”

Jimin leaned in first, eyes fluttering closed as Jungkook pressed into him, their lips slotting together  perfectly. Jimin's mouth fell open as he gasped, barely having time to breathe before Jungkook was on him again, devouring him and swallowing his moans. Jimin broke away to mouth down the sharp line of Jungkook’s jaw, licking and sucking, nipping at the part right under his ear. Jungkook bit down on Jimin’s shoulder with a gruff moan, rolling his hips forward, his hard cock rubbing against Jimin’s through their pants. It wasn’t enough.

“ More ,” Jimin whined against his mouth, “want you to fuck me, need to feel you inside of me, please, Jungkook, ple-”

“Get a fucking room!” Someone shouted from down the hall, and the two of them pulled away from each other, starting at each other with wide eyes before bursting into laughter. Jimin thought Jungkook looked prettiest like that, his eyes sparkling, a light pink dusting his cheeks. But right now all he wanted was to hear more of his rough groans, and feel him stretch him until he felt like he was ripping into two.

~*~

Jungkook had barely stepped foot into his dorm before he was pinning Jimin against the door, one arm snaking around his waist to grip his ass, the other roughly pulling at his hair. Jimin melted into his touch, slipping his hands under Jungkook’s shirt to run his hands up his chiseled torso, feeling his muscles tensing under his smooth skin. Jungkook hissed at the cold touch and Jimin just smiled into their kiss, their teeth clashing and tongues twirling, bodies grinding desperately.

“Jimin,” Jungkook gasped, his head lolling back against the door with a soft thud . Jimin chased his mouth with his, getting onto his toes, but still not quite able to reach the right angle. Jungkook’s big hands on his ass were suddenly hoisting him up, Jimin’s legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Jimin moaned loudly, feeling pleased with himself as a smirk spread on Jungkook’s lips, his kisses turning a little more bruising, a little more desperate.

Jungkook walked them over to his bed, Jimin falling onto his back with a giggle. With Jimin’s legs still around his waist, Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his palms into the mattress on both sides of Jimin’s face. Jimin looked up at him from this position, his chest rising and falling as he admired the fucked-out expression on Jungkook’s face, his hair ruffled from where his hands had tugged it in all directions.

Jimin wet his lips. “Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna fuck me?”

Jungkook laughed, dipping his face down so their noses were touching. “You want my dick that bad, baby?”

Jimin groaned, his head pressing back into the bed, “C’mon, you know I do,” he whined. Jungkook started kissing down the side of his neck, “Wanted you as soon as I saw you. Wanted to sit in your lap, feel your hard cock rubbing against me– ah!”

Jungkook’s tongue darted out to lick over the blooming hickey he just planted at the junction of Jimin’s shoulder and neck. Jimin whacked his chest weakly, frowning. “What the fuck, that’s super visible!”

“That’s the point,” Jungkook said simply, a coy smile on his lips.

Jimin’s had plenty of hookups, been in this position too many times to count. But there was something about the way Jungkook touched him, took his time with his movements, let his touch linger just a hair longer than he’d expected. It was new and thrilling, made every hair on his body stand up as he anticipated how he’d touch him next.

By the time Jungkook reached over to his desk to grab lube from the drawer, Jimin was squirming and grasping at anything he could reach, eager for Jungkook’s touch, yearning for it. He spat into his palm before wrapping it around the head of Jungkook’s hard dick in front of his face. Jungkook hissed at the wet sensation, hand gripping the wood table to steady himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Put it in your mouth,” he breathed after a few moments, swatting Jimin’s hand away and scooting his hips forward. Jimin’s jaw dropped immediately, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, swirling around the head before sinking his mouth down on the length, whimpering when it hit the back of his throat. “Fuck, just like that baby. You take dick so well, don’t you?”

“Mm,” Jimin whined, coming up for air before mouthing at it again, taking it even deeper this time. The sound of Jungkook’s broken groans and panting from above him set his insides aflame, pre-cum leaking out of his dick. His hips bucked up, dick bouncing against his lower abs and meeting nothing but air, tears of frustration pooling in the corners of his eyes.

Jungkook seemed to understand, bringing one hand down to wrap it around his leaking cock, making Jimin’s eyes roll back in pleasure. He panted around Jungkook’s length, spit dribbling down his chin, grateful moans echoing from his swollen lips.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” Jungkook asked, his hand gripping the back of Jimin’s head as he nodded. “Fuck, okay, thank you baby. I’m so close already.”

Jimin held eye contact with him as he brought himself to orgasm, his hands squeezing his muscled thighs on the sides of his face. “ Fuck ,” Jungkook panted, “gonna come, shit, Jimin–!” He tried to pull out but Jimin held him in place, swallowing around him, burying his nose in his groin as his load shot down his throat. Jungkook groaned through his high, hips stuttering, Jimin’s name a mantra on his lips.

Jungkook recovered quickly and returned the favor, and Jimin came faster than he expected, the alcohol making him more sensitive. He would’ve liked Jungkook to fuck him open, make him grip his sheets as he pounded into him, but he was too impatient. He panted as he lay on the bed, the sheets sticky with his sweat, ribbons of cum painted on his belly.

“So pretty,” Jungkook said, pressing a kiss to his lips. Jimin closed his eyes as he smiled, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through his veins.

~*~

“What’s it like?” Jimin asked, eyeing the pipe in Jungkook’s hand. “Smoking. Being high.”

Jungkook contemplated it for a moment, softly exhaling smoke into the air. “It’s different for everyone. For me, I guess it’s pretty relaxing, just… nice. I don’t know. I don’t really think about it anymore.”

“I want to try it.”

Jungkook’s brows knit together as he looked over at him, his lips pursed into a thin line. “You sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Jimin shrugged. “I just want to try, one puff shouldn’t hurt, right?”

Jungkook’s eyes searched his face for any hesitancy, and Jimin hoped he looked as confident as he felt. Because he did, really. He sobered up a while ago, his head and vision clear. It wasn’t the first time he thought of trying it, but when he had asked Taehyung, he just laughed at him, saying something along the lines of, ‘Damn, this weed is strong.’

“I just don’t wanna like, be responsible for corrupting you, or anything,” Jungkook chuckled, setting the pipe down on his desk and playing with the lighter.

“You just came in my mouth, right here on this bed, like 10 minutes ago,” Jimin deadpanned, rolling his eyes and reaching for the pipe himself. Jungkook threw his head back with laughter, his eyes falling to Jimin’s puffy, pink lips when he looked at him again. His breath stuttered as he bit his lip, and Jimin knew that in that moment, he won. “Light it for me, baby?”

Jungkook inhaled sharply through his nose as Jimin scooted closer to him on the bed, resting his bent right leg on Jungkook’s left thigh. Jimin held the pipe to his lips and looked up at Jungkook through his eyelashes, satisfaction blooming in his chest at the look on his face: like Jungkook was a predator, and Jimin was his prey.

“Only take as much as you think you can handle,” Jungkook warned, and Jimin nodded. He had never actually done it himself, but he had watched his friends do it countless times  before, so he wasn’t entirely clueless. Jimin exhaled steadily as Jungkook flicked the lighter, his eyes parting from his face to glance down as he brought the small flame to meet the buds in the bowl. The soft crackle of the burning embers as Jimin inhaled echoed quietly in the otherwise silent room, and Jimin closed his eyes as he fought the urge to cough.

He inhaled sharply, drawing the smoke from his mouth into his lungs. He felt it prick at his insides for a second then let it all out, expecting to feel the warm mist floating out of his lips. His eyes fluttered open when he realized Jungkook was on him, drawing the smoke into his own mouth. Jimin gaped slightly as a white trail drifted up out of the corner of his lips, framing his perfect face.

Jungkook looked at him like he could ruin his life, and Jimin didn't mind.