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Thanks for reading, Sunny! I hope to have the second part up this weekend. I would literally ☠️ if JK walked in for my blind date. Talk about shocking. Y/N is much smoother than I’d be in real life 😆
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➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey…
➸ Word count: 2K
➸ Pairing: JK x reader
➸ Genre: Fluff
➸ Warnings: One curse word.
AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible. I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.
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You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.
And you aren’t the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.
But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.
And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life.
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Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much ☺️. I’m glad it wasn’t disappointing lol. Also, “Mr. Kira” had me cracking up!!! My hubby may not understand nor would he ever read anything I write (oh my god I’d be blushing so bad), but he’s pretty cool about it, all things considered. Thanks for reading and commenting, Sunny!
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➸ Summary: After the oddest blind date scenario you could have possibly imagined, you find yourself at the hockey game with the ticket your fake blind date gave you. As the game progresses, you learn a little bit more about THE Jeon Jungkook.
This is part 2 of Fake Blind Date, which you can read here: Fake Blind Date If you haven’t already, I suggest reading that first.
➸ Word count: 3K
➸ Pairing: Hockey Player!JK x reader
➸ Genre: Fluff
➸ Warnings: Sweaty JJK.
AN: I was so overwhelmed by the positive feedback from FBD and it really encouraged me to put this together. I really want to see where this goes, because I think it is a fun concept. My husband is a former hockey player, so he helped me with some of the scenarios for this (he’s the one who said “that dude is way too little to be a hockey player”, but I did my research and there are active players in hockey right now that are exactly JKs size, so I told my husband to shove it). Please enjoy sweaty smiley JK!
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Jungkook hadn't been expecting to find you when he had been called to meet his agent at the Le Chez Restaurant for a PR follow up and discussion of endorsement deals. He had come straight from a Press Conference in his best suit: black, of course (was there another color?) So he had been appropriately dressed for such a restaurant, even though it wasn't really his scene. He was more the Dive Bar, Draft on Tap, Sit at the Bar kind of guy, but his Agent liked the finer things, so he hadn't batted an eye when he suggested it for the meeting.
What had surprised him when he came in with a gust of wind at his back was you sitting all alone, sipping a glass of water with both hands wrapped around it, with tears in your eyes. You were hard to miss when he entered as you were straight ahead of the door, almost as though you had planned it that way, and you were incredibly pretty, besides. Jungkook wasn't much of a womanizer, like many of his teammates. He tended to be a bit quieter, and was more the long term dating type of guy. A romantic - his mom always said. So when he immediately connected eyes with you and felt an electric current go through his whole body at the shy smile you sent his way, he was hooked before he even processed the thought.
He would have just asked you for your number when he approached your table, but he was so curious to know why you looked about ready to cry that he never even got the words out of his mouth before he realized that you had been expecting someone and had mistakenly assumed he was it. He was used to people recognizing him, so he never even thought it possible that you would mistake him for someone else. By the time he realized the mistake, he was so deep into enjoying your time that he hadn't even noticed his agent entering the restaurant, let alone thought to correct you of your misconception of his identity.
When your date arrived and interrupted the conversation, he actually felt regretful and, regardless of how long his agent would have waited, he would have kept the ruse going for hours if he could, just to keep talking to you. Giving you the ticket to the game was a reflex. Ever since his career as a professional Hockey Player started, he'd gotten used to people asking for tickets to games, so he always kept spares on him. He liked having an audience, being a natural performer, and it was exciting knowing that the people watching were there just for him.
He wasn't sure if you would actually show or not. He hadn't had time to explain, and couldn't be sure if you would be annoyed or intrigued by him, but he hoped for the latter. It had made it incredibly difficult to listen to his agent for the rest of his meeting when you were looking adorable during your date, as you constantly flung your beautiful hair back over your shoulder.
So when game day arrived, he was a bit anxious, and asked one of the members of staff to keep an eye out on seat K15 in section 200 and to let him know if someone took the seat.
He was adjusting his laces and was just about to get up to grab his stick when the staff member came back to let him know that you, in fact, had arrived. He was beyond overjoyed and a bundle of energy, not only because of the game, but because of the excitement of seeing you again and getting to see your face when you realized who he was.
And he hadn't been disappointed.
You were currently looking his way with a confused, flushed look on your face. Even from this distance, you could tell he knew you were surprised and he seemed to be enjoying it as he skated backward with a dazzling look on his face. Cheeky.
It had certainly come as a surprise that your gorgeous Fake Date Man had turned out to be a professional Hockey Player. And not just any hockey player, but the ace of the team. You knew nothing about THE Jeon Jungkook when you walked in tonight, but by the end of the game, the other patrons around you made sure you knew him by the end. Number 1 All Around Draft Pick, Leading Scorer in the League for 3 years running, and the most assists AND points this season on the team. He was a Legend in the making, the guy two seats down from you told you. He had endless nicknames too. They called him Golden Boy, because he was apparently good at everything. Not only was he the primary center, but he could sub in any position, even goalie. They called him Lightning on the Ice, because he was so fast and so strong, he could be down the ice and scoring before you could blink. He was tiny by comparison to most other Hockey Players, but he used it to his advantage.
And in the course of the game, you definitely got an eye full.
You couldn’t help it. Even his sweat was hot. And every time he made an incredible play or scored, he’d have this gorgeous baby boy smile on his face that had your heart stuttering. It didn’t help that the Jumbotron would splash his face on the screen as often as they could and so you got an eye full of his sparkly eyes and pearly white bunny teeth every few plays throughout the entire game. By the end, he wasn’t the only one sweating.
But it had you feeling pretty inadequate - you weren’t going to lie. You hadn’t been on the dating scene much and you were never a knock out, just a regular girl, you thought. So why was this famous, super sexy, super hot PROFESSIONAL AND RICH HOCKEY PLAYER giving you the time of day?
No idea.
But you didn’t have much time to wonder, because by the end of the game (Jungkook’s team won 3 to nil), you found yourself being approached by a member of staff.
“Ma’am?” Said the older man, holding a clipboard with a headset on, chewing gum with the whole force of his jaw.
You pointed to yourself when you realized he was talking to you.
“Yes, you,” he said, waving you toward him. “Follow me.”
You grabbed your things and said bye to the other fans you had made friends with during the game, and started to follow the man with the clipboard. He proceeded you into the tunnel and out into the main hall surrounding the rink. He walked pretty fast and the crowd was already starting to build from all the fans preparing to leave, so it wasn’t really possible to start a conversation, but you really wanted to know where he was taking you.
“Um, sir?” You practically yelled as you sprinted to keep up with him as he weaved through the crowd. “Where are we going?”
“The Press Lounge,” he said simply. “I don’t care what Jeon says, I’m not taking you to the Locker Room. That would start a media frenzy. Amazingly enough, the Press Lounge is the least suspicious place right after a game.”
“I’m sorry what?” you said as you struggled to keep up. You must have heard wrong. “Why am I going anywhere?”
He was nearly to a side door labeled “staff”, when he turned around to look at you confused and a bit incredulous, which had you faltering.
“I mean, it was nice of… Mr. Jeon to give me a ticket to watch the game, but I mean…I…”
What did you mean? You had no idea how to finish your sentence. You didn’t expect anything else from him? This hadn’t been your idea? Somehow in front of this older man smacking his gum and looking lazily over his shoulder, you wanted to to be clear that you weren’t some kind of groupie or something. You didn’t even know who he was when you first met him, for goodness sake!
Luckily, you were saved from having to finish your sentence, as clipboard guy got bored and turned back around to swing open the door to a kind of “backstage” area. It was so quiet you could hear the hinges of the door creak as you entered and he was walking so fast you barely had time to register the offices and filming equipment behind many of the glass windowed doors lining the hallway. At the end, clipboard guy stopped at a glass enclosed room with a TV and couch and waved you toward it, making the implication clear.
You entered and sat down. The TV was playing highlights from the game, taunting you with Jungkook’s handsome face once again. But otherwise the room was quiet and the hallway was deserted. You checked your watch and played a mobile game for a while as you waited, but eventually the TV switched to an interview with some of the players and while it didn’t originally hold your interest, the sound of a familiar voice had your head whipping up in a flash.
There he was, still in most of his gear from the game, sat behind 5 microphones with a press screen behind him in powder blue. His hair was drenched in sweat and he kept running his hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. His TATTOOED hand. You don’t remember that detail from the other night…Good God. And he was smiling like a little boy, while looking like anything but. He was going to kill you; you were sure of it.
“Jeon, today’s goal marks your 10th this season, more than any other player in the league. How do you keep up the same kind of intensity game in and game out?” The interviewer off screen asked.
“It’s all a team effort. We practice hard, we play hard, and we just keep the intensity going. Anything is possible when you’ve got the kind of team work we’ve got.”
“But Debow said himself, you are a future Hall of Famer, what does that mean to you?”
“I’m just here to play Hockey, man,” Jungkook said with a side smile and a giggle that had the Press Room laughing and you practically panting. “Listen, I take this very seriously, and I want to win every game, but I’m like that because I know I’ve got people relying on me, just like I’m relying on them. We’re a team and we can’t win games without us all out there, so my focus is to stay healthy and in shape so I can do my part.”
The chorus of shouts from the Press rang out as you saw a sea of hands in the air in front of Jungkook. He called on one to the right and you caught the profile of a middle aged man as he held up a pen-waving hand.
“You guys are already being touted as the League favorites to win the Stanley Cup this year. What do you think your chances are of winning the coveted award after being denied in playoffs last season?”
“We’ve got some tough games ahead of us in the next few weeks. Phillie will be a tough one next week on the road, and Montreal will definitely give us a run for our money, but we will do like we always do: limit distractions and keep our noses to the ice. Stanley Cup is the goal, and we will do everything we can to get there this year.”
By the time the interview was over, your cheeks were practically sore from smiling so much. If anything, you were even more intrigued by this humble king. Could he be any more perfect? God. His sweat probably even smells like candy. Rude.
It was with that thought that you suddenly heard a door open in the distance, and you barely had time to prepare before you saw the silhouette of a man further down the hall and before you knew it Jeon Jungkook was facing you from further down the hall as you stood from the couch and began playing with your hair to give yourself something to do. His eyes were glued to you and his smile was infectious as he made his way toward the glass enclosed room you were in all alone. By the time he was at the door swinging it open with more force than necessary, you were practically shaking and your face was probably a tomato. It was a miracle you could even make eye contact, especially as his confident stare was doing things to you.
“Uh, hi,” he said and laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair in what was clearly a nervous tick. “So, uh…surprise…?” he said almost in a question as he scratched the back of his head.
He was still in his jersey and pads, but he had swapped his skates for slides, and it should have been silly looking, but you were practically drooling instead. He really had you at a disadvantage.
“It certainly was a surprise!” You responded, probably louder than necessary, but your voice felt unused at this point.
You coughed to clear away the jitters, and he smiled at your flustered reaction.
“I wanted to get the chance to apologize for the other night.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not used to people not knowing who I am.”
“Oh.”
His hand was back in his hair and the nervous look was back on his face as he rushed to clarify, “I only mean that…I hadn’t meant to trick you or anything. I wasn’t trying to lie to you.”
You nodded your head and tucked your hair behind your ear in your own nervous tick. He clearly had more to say as his hand was extended out toward you in a gesture of appeasement and he had a desperate look in his eyes. You waited patiently for him to continue, looking up at him through your lashes in shyness.
“I honestly just wanted to talk to you. You stole my attention from the second I walked into that restaurant, and I didn’t even care if I looked like an idiot, I just had to talk to you.”
Your face was heating up at his confession and he was taking steps toward you as he seemed to read your willingness to listen.
“And then you seemed to know me, so I just followed along. It took me a while to figure it all out, but then I was just really enjoying your company and didn’t want to leave. Did you feel it too?”
Being asked the question came as a surprise to you and you gulped as you responded with a nod. He let out a relieved sigh in response.
“Thank God it wasn’t just me!”
He took another step toward you and the air in the space seemed to get heavier as you could almost feel the heat from his body at the new proximity. You tilted your head back to be able to look him in the eye. His big doe eyes were just as beautiful as they’d been in that restaurant. His dark hair was messy and wet. There was a trail of sweat down the side of his face. None of it mattered, nor did your reservations and feelings of inadequacy. Despite everything, or maybe because of everything, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him at that exact moment.
“We’ve got an away game coming up in a few days, and then I’ll be pretty busy coming up with playoffs on the horizon, but I mean…What do you think?” He asked, drawing your attention away from his lips and your desperate yearnings. “Will you give me a second chance to prove myself? I’d really like to take you on an actual date, if you’d let me.”
You felt your heartbeat speed up. The excitement of the possibilities take a full hold on you before you even try to answer. Here was an oxymoron of a man. Cute, yet unbelievably sexy. He could convince you of anything with his big doe eyes, but his body was sinful. You couldn’t deny the magnetism you felt the first time you met him and it wasn’t any less now. He was confident and strong and seemed very aware of his own importance as one of the best Hockey Players in the sport. Why else would he have invited you to the game, except to show off a bit? And yet he talked in interviews like he wasn’t full of his own importance, and he seemed shy and unsure when talking to you, and you were very aware of your own nobody status, especially when faced with THE Jeon Jungkook. He was kind in the restaurant, being patient with responses you gave, listened attentively, and asked questions - like he really cared! But he wasn’t lacking in his own observations and shared just as much. He was a perfect blend of good qualities. And while you knew that the ugly qualities would show themselves eventually. I mean, no one is without fault, even this seemingly perfect paragon. But you found yourself more interested to discover them, than you were afraid of them.
You smiled sweetly, which caused him to smile in hope. He almost seemed breathless. You giggled at his seeming eagerness.
“What did you have in mind?”
very very hot but a very very good read! i really enjoy this so thanks a lot for writing it ❤️
All Your Fault | JHS
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: smut, drabble, PWP, established relationship, non-Idol!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, I went into a fugue state upon seeing Hobi's latest pics and this is the result
Word Count: 795
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me
Summary: It's all Hobi's fault!
A/N: Those paradise pics really got to me, y'all. Just a little drabble inspired by Hobi's latest thirst trap. Also @dntaewithluv and @reliablemitten peer pressured me and @xjoonchildx got caught in the crossfire. 💕
It’s all Hobi's fault.
"Three days," you huff out, rolling your hips as your boyfriend hisses. "We have been huff in paradise for three days huff and we haven't left this room!"
"Now you're complaining?" Hobi protests, his long fingers kneading your plump ass as you continue to work your hips. "Fuck, baby, as much as I love this view, why won't you turn around for me?"
"Because huff I'm mad!" And mad you are. Enough to ride your boyfriend reverse cowgirl so you don’t have to look at him. But not enough to not fuck him, because you’re only human. A very, very horny human, thanks to the gorgeous man underneath and inside you.
Hobi had promised you the vacation of a lifetime, booking a suite in a very private hotel in a very secluded area of a very beautiful island paradise. On the long plane ride here, you couldn’t stop talking about all the things you wanted to do once you landed - hit the beach, swim with dolphins, go to a luau - all while he enthusiastically agreed to every idea.
But all those plans went right out the window once you’d gotten to your room. All it takes is one look from your boyfriend, or one kiss, or even just one simple “Baby,” uttered in that low register he saves only for you, and you’re rolling in the sheets again.
For three days now.
From the sounds escaping Hobi’s lips, the tiny stuttered “ah-ah-ah’s” as you trace figure eights with your core, you know he’s close. So you stop immediately, and as he whines, you switch to bobbing up and down on his dick, drawing all the way off of him and plunging back down over and over.
The sensation of his thick head parting your folds repeatedly pushes Hobi over the edge and he cums hard with a loud “Fuck!” You watch his toes literally curl as his legs flail beneath you and he continues to thrust up into you as you milk him dry.
But you’re not satisfied yet, and Hobi knows it. As soon as he’s regained the ability to think, he shifts, turning over, taking you with him. You squeak in surprise as you’re tossed on your side.
“Hobi!”
He laughs as you glower at him, arranging himself between your legs. “Sorry, baby. But my job’s not done here.” He nibbles on the inside of your thigh, making you gasp.
Well, far be it from you to argue with that. But you’re still feeling peevish, so you pout down at him as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I thought your job was to give me the best vacation ever? That’s what you promised!”
Hobi shakes his head. “You mean multiple orgasms all day long isn’t enough? Greedy girl.”
You scoff. “I wanna see the ocean! We haven’t even gone down to the beach yet! I wanna - oh fuck,” you moan as Hobi lowers his plush lips to your clit and gives it a gentle suck. His fingers pry you open to allow his tongue to slip inside. You fall back onto the bed, head hitting a soft pillow as your boyfriend’s magical tongue works you over.
As you groan, clutching at the expensive sheets on the hotel bed, Hobi buries his face in your cunt, licking and sucking like you’re the most delicious treat, one he can’t get enough of. His lithe fingers stroke your inner wall and your moans grow louder, more wanton.
All your complaints fall by the wayside as you buck against Hobi’s handsome face. He grabs your left hand and slides it into his silky black hair, urging you to tug on the strands and guide him. The way he hums into you makes your eyes fall shut in bliss, and your other hand clutches at your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers to feel it pebble beneath your touch.
“Hobi,” you practically sob, hips lifting off the bed as your boyfriend suckles on your clit, his hand thrusting as the wave of pleasure reaches its peak and crashes into you, carrying you away with a loud cry.
Hobi’s tongue never ceases, wiping you clean of your climax and his own, until you can take no more and release your grip on his hair. He slides up your body, dropping light kisses on your breasts as you sigh contentedly.
“Still mad?” he asks, flashing a cheeky grin.
“Asshole. Obviously not. But I do want to see the ocean. At some point.”
“Of course, baby,” he replies, tongue flicking over a nipple and making you keen. “But… maybe later?”
You nod, happily resigned to your fate. “Maybe later.” And reach out for him as he hovers over you, lowering his mouth to yours.
© 2021 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.