Jungkook Idiots To Lovers - Tumblr Posts

( DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT. )

Money’s something that makes the world go around.  There’s absolutely nothing wrong with securing the bag.  You don’t shame anyone for doing what they need to do.  

That is, until you come face to face with the poor guy that’s being suckered out of both his heart and cash.  You simply can’t let it go on.

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.  idiots to lovers.  fluff, angst, smut.  the holy trifecta, babies!  explicit, obviously.  

tags / warnings.  mentions of infidelity, kook being adorable and sad, reader being a bit of a tactless butthole, a satin playsuit (very nsfw), kook does a 180, smut in the form of: a slight oral fixation, too much spit, overstimulation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (pls don’t be irresponsible).

wc.  12.2k of nonsense.  pure nonsense, i tells ya. 

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif​ did what she always does aka read through this and made me a better writer and @yeoldontknow​ dealt with my big dumbass and let me cry about my pea brain to her.  i love you both sm!!!  ✨💜

author note.  the long-awaited fic is here!!  i really hope you enjoy it.  if you do, please maybe leave a comment or something?  i swung back and forth between loving and hating this so it’d really, really mean a lot.  anyway, thanks as always for reading and i adore you!  stay safe and happy and healthy!

He’s a sucker.  That’s what you think of him, despite the fact you’ve never met him.  It’d be impossible not to, given what you’ve heard. 

His girlfriend - or something - is in every other week, flashing his black card like she has something to prove.  Sometimes, she’s by herself;  often, she’s with another gaggle of girls that fawn all over themselves and shriek a little too loudly for your taste.  They’re vapid, snooty in a way that makes you cringe every time they step into the boutique.  Still, you’re nice because this is your job and you have to be.  You can’t exactly tell a paying customer to get lost - even if you think it at least six times each visit. 

“He has no idea.”  It’s always the same thing, a story that pulls at your heartstrings yet has you scoffing in equal parts.  “I told him we were doing a girls’ trip but Hyunjin’s going to meet me on his way back and we’re spending the week at the Ritz.”

How can he possibly be this dumb, you wonder.  How can’t he see past the pretty pink lipstick and perfectly coiffed blonde hair?  It isn’t even that nice of a colour job - too icy and reminiscent of Malibu Barbie. 

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distance | drabble

a/n: im starting to write fics again so this is a practice drabble i wrote to test the y/n waters. ive never posted on tumblr before and this is all just for fun!! enjoy :)

— pairing: jungkook x (f) reader

— genre: friends to lovers, college au, angst

— snippet: as much as you hated the way he only ever seemed to contact you when he wanted something, the sentimental part of you was willingly to keep any piece - no matter how small - of friendship you two had left.

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“you know,” he started, glancing up at you before his gaze flickered back to the numbers on his calculator and the equations on his sheet, “you’re not very good at this.”

you tapped the eraser of your pencil against your lips, eyes squinting in an attempt to decipher the numerous symbols and digits that bombarded your computer screen. “well, you know math has never been my forté.”

he sighs, dropping his pencil onto the paper and leaning forward to push down the top of your laptop so that it hovered right above the keyboard, “very funny," he let out dryly, "but c’mon, that’s not what i’m talking about.”

you let out a groan before pushing your laptop back up to its 90 degree angle. “not to sound mean, but for the hundredth and possibly the thousandth time, i do not give a shit about your love life, jeon.” slightly offended and taken back by your bluntness, he opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, “don’t you have any other friends to annoy? male friends, perhaps? i’m sure they'll know more about your situation than i do."

he rolls his eyes, leaning forward to once again push your laptop down, this time closing it completely. “but you actually know her.”

“fine. want my advice? how about just grow a pair and talk to her like a normal person. you don’t need me as your ‘middle man’.” letting the ice in your words dissipate into thin air, you tap the screen of your phone to see that it’s already 5:30pm. you have plans to attend to.

he watches as you pack away your things, patiently waiting for you to meet his gaze. as your eyes finally lock, a small, playful smile appears on his lips, “but i always need you.”

fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you let out a breath from your nose, “that’s great jeongguk. but what i need, is to leave.” you sling your backpack over your shoulders and start your exit out the building. a small part of you expects him to ask why you’re in such a hurry, but even if he was at all curious, he didn’t make it known.

before you can completely walk past him, he grabs at your wrist, pulling you back slightly. “i'm sorry for being annoying. you’re not mad at me are you?” for the nth time that night, your tired eyes meet his eager ones and you can’t help but feel bad. as much as you hated the way he only ever seemed to contact you when he wanted something, the sentimental part of you was willingly to keep any piece - no matter how small - of friendship you two had left.

swallowing your pride, you open your mouth to speak. “she gets off work at 7 and probably hasn’t eaten anything all day. she loves the spinach feta wrap from starbucks, and i’m sure she’d really appreciate one of those cake pop things too.” he flashes you a toothy grin, and before he can exclaim his gratitude you remove his hand from your wrist and readjust the straps of your weighty backpack. “i’ll see you around.”

watching you escape the confines of the quiet library, he can’t help but feel his heart twinge when he realizes that in the entire three hours you two had spent together, you did not smile at him once.