#jk ik you mean lover

[luvkuvi]

imagine mihoyo gives wanderer a canon liver 💀

-🐈‍⬛

LIVER ?? tf he needs a liver for but ill gladly give him my kidney

[cornyforjk]

Drive you Crazy| Day 2 | jjk

SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language

Taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns

A/note: IK IK I'm going very quick with updating but I'm just ,,,way too excited idkw. Please bear with me 🙈.

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The news was just like tripping over a rock.

Relax.

Or it was more like getting hit by a boulder.

The elegant woman introduced herself as Natalie, your new in charge. After the heavy atmosphere with intense eye contact between you and Jungkook that someone could miscalculate as a lovers' gaze, you finally snicker in triumph.

Walking towards Natalie, who held out her pen, inclined for your signature. You would be signing your admission name for the race, and Jungkook would be the one fuming with irritation that no one minded.

Now about the boulder crushing news...

"WHAT?!" You and Jungkook gasp in sync, watching Natalie wince as she hides her face behind the notepad.

"I won't share a room with him!" "Are you crazy Natalie? This swine isn't even real- she will burn me in my sleep!" Jungkook vented, intertwining his hands in front of his chest, eyes begging for sympathy.

"I'm sorry guys, Jungkook is on the waiting list whereas Y/n...we still need to talk to your sponsors, the board, and then assign you a cabin. Furthermore, you will have to hang around together for some time."

The bickering and shoving had people around staring with wide eyes, embarrassment peaked on your face in the colour red that tinted your cheeks and the tip of your ears.

"Keep it down! This is a professional arena." Natalie hushes you both down.

A random man in fancy attire flinched, his eyebrow raising in a barely questioning arch. The click of his tongue was audible enough to make out his annoyance.

You couldn't get any louder, could you?!

Jungkook audibly snorted, peeling off his leather gloves and raking his hand through his hair. His playful orbs followed the direction the man walked in. Jungkook threw him a look.

'What are you looking at, son?'

He cheekily snickered, choking on his cackle that left your tongue-tied.

It would be a dishonour to your ego if you let him have the content look on his face. "Do you know who he is!?" You crowd over his shoulder.

Jungkook blandly shook his head, a confused expression twisting his eyebrows, forehead creased in discomfort. "That's Kim Namjoon! The famous Korean racer, the first rookie to ever win his first race." You chuckled, "have fun winning him over after that look." You elbowed his guts, scampering around Natalie who picked out the room keys.

Your giggles get louder as you follow Jungkook's glossy eyes widen, a petrified look taking over his features, wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. "I fucked up"

You watch him run after the elite racer Namjoon, turning around when you hear metal clanking against your ear. An eager Natalie holding out the keys to your new 'shared' cabin.

"Does that mean I get the larger bed?" You whisper, grabbing the key and eyeing your surroundings, watching out for a fuming Jungkook.

Natalie bowed, walking closer. "Only if you get there first." She winked. Her lips slightly parted as a yawn escaped her lips. "I owe you big time Natalie!" You run, feeling the marble floor vibrate at the heavy steps of your boots.

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You flung onto the couch without bothering to look around, accidentally leaving the front door a bit open, making it a teenager's nightmare.

"That was a shitty pick up line!" A crash follows the shout by Jungkook in the hallway who slides the door wide open, halting dead in tracks as he finds you sprawled on the couch.

His heavy breathing contaminates the quiet atmosphere. "Don't tell me the four-eyed nerd gave you the keys first." He referred to Natalie, huffing out chunks of air, bending over with hands on his knees.

Talk about running a marathon-

Calming down Jungkook straightens up, suddenly fumbling back into the door. He turns around abruptly, closing the door behind with a click, boring holes into the floor. His eyes never met yours as he just stood there with no movement.

"I'm not naked you know."

"Not yet-"

Shifting in your seat you stand up, watching him lean on the doorway with a lousy smirk. "I heard that!"

"Not my fault." His smirk turned into a scowl, Jungkook pushed you over and dug himself a seat at the corner of thecouch. Draping a blanket over his feet. His mood swings were worse than a girl on her periods.

The doe-eyed man sighs, tossing in turning his eyes fixated on your legs, and pretending to not care didn't help.

"What are you looking at Bethany?"

He turns your way, throwing a sharp look. "Who even wears mismatched socks?" He tried muffling his throaty chuckle. "No one would guess you are a racer." He laughs loudly, clutching his stomach.

"I just have a different style."

"Different doesn't always mean a good one."

You are about to throw your hands on him, but the doorbell interrupts those revengeful thoughts.

Suddenly you are pulled back while trying to get to the door. Jungkook resting his large hand on your petite waist, looking at his watch. His secured hold did not go unnoticed."Let me go!" You squirm in his hold. "Shhh...shut up for a minute."

Seconds pass by with no one speaking, deep breaths patting your ear, his eyes fixed on you.

The fuck are you up to?! Your eyes scream at him.

Jungkook ignores it by rolling his eyes, sliding his hand down your hip watching you freeze at his warm touch.

Your breath hitched, like a film tape rolling, your eyes rolled back as you closed them shut, throwing your head back on his shoulder.

"I see you are head over heels for my touch." He smirked.

You open your eyes, hands placed over his, trying to break free from that alluring touch.

What were you even doing in his arms?

This damn seducer-

"Ugh! Go away. Why didn't you let me open the door?" Jungkook doesn't answer, averting his gaze while climbing back on the couch trying hard to ignore your question.

"Answer me." You demand.

The authority in your voice pierced through his ear. He wrings his hands together before a wave of calmness washes over him.

"Why am I even afraid of you," he slowly mumbled, chuckling. That same expression changed into one full of arrogance and ego.

The one you hate with all your heart.

"They were calling out registration names for racers." He says, satisfied while you try your hardest to cope with the anger fuming out of your ears.

"You tried sabotaging me?!" Walking swiftly you crowd over him, clutching his collar, "what's your problem Jeon Jungkook."

"You."

"You are my problem."

Baring your teeth you shove him back,Baring your teeth you shove him back, lips quivering as you tightly press them, cheeks turning red.

Oh gosh, this isn't a great time to cry. Especially in front of this jerk!

"I hate you, Jeon." Your words fade away as you run out of the room looking for the registration team.

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Day1 | Day3

DM me or send an ask if you wanna be added to the taglist.

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Pretty Girl | 1. pretty girl

1. pretty girl | 2. lover, you should’ve come over | 3. been on my mind | 4. last goodbye | 5. hold my hand

What happens when social media’s favorite model reconnects with famous actor Jake Seresin?

Warnings: cursing

A/n: let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :) all pics are from pinterest

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Instagram

liked by penny_benny, tasha.trace, roo_bradshaw, and 412,000 more

y/n.username thanks for having me chanel

view 20,000 comments

penny_benny There’s my girl ♥️

username she’s living the dream right now

tasha.trace when are you coming to sd :(

-> y/n.username when you invite me :(

-> roo_bradshaw You’re invited :)

username all of the mavericks being obsessed with y/n is my favorite thing ever

username i want to be you

amelia.a.benjamin you’re my hero

username if she goes to san diego i think i’ll cry

-> username literally

-> username i have dreams about her and the mavericks being back together

maverick.mitchell they’re lucky to have you! 😁

bob.bob.floyd proud of you!

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Messages

tash: you know

tash: i have a guest room

you: you have many guest rooms phoenix

tash: yes

tash: and one that’s decorated just for you

you: …

you: i have job in two weeks

you: but i can come for a week?

tash: no

tash: more

you: i can’t 😭

tash: fine

tash: but you’re not going to sleep the whole time so we can spend all of the time together

you: deal

you: stock up on the red-bull now

tash: you got it babes

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Instagram

y/n.username added to their story

y/n.username added to their story

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Instagram

liked by roo_bradshaw, y/n.username, hangman.jake, and 345,980 more

tasha.trace i call it girl time but we’re constantly interrupted by the guys ✨

view 40,988 comments

y/n.username why do i ever go anywhere else but where you are 🤔

-> tasha.trace babe i have no clue

roo_bradshaw I’m part of girl time always though

username why is y/n not in the jeep pic

-> thereal_javy because we hate her obv

-> thereal_javy jk she was in a different car

maverick.mitchell y/n.username ever the photographer

-> y/n.username of course, mav 📷

hangman.jake i’ hate to say it but i’m with roo on this one roo_bradshaw

hangman.jake girl time is really y/n.username time

-> username no way they’re literally all obsessed with her

-> penny_benny No complaints

r_paybackfinch welcome interruptions i think

amelia.a.benjamin they don’t take a hint

-> maverick.mitchell What?

-> amelia.a.benjamin what

thereal_javy i thought we were all invited

-> tasha.trace no just y/n.username and roo_bradshaw

-> hangman.jake :( just because you love roo more than me

-> y/n.username i invited hangman too!

-> hangman.jake atta girl

-> username AHHHHH

username y/n took no convincing at all to go see them 😭

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Messages

roo renamed the chat to mavs + bestie

you: aww, i’m bestie??

roo: no

tash: yes

you: i am bestie

bobby: you are bestie

bagman: sure you are

you: guys 🥺

you: what are we doing tonight

you: tash says it’s my choice but i have jet lag and don’t want to make any decisions ✌️

callie: i vote that they guys decide and we get ready

payback: “get ready”

javy: what does that mean

bagman: bad idea

callie: it means we talk shit about you and do eye shadow for 30 minutes

tash: real

you: facts

fanboy: 👁️👄👁️

roo: dude

bobby: wtf

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Messages

bagman: disco

you: ??

bagman: we’re going to a disco bar

bagman: just keeping you updated

you: oh thanks!

you: you’re not going to

bagman: i’m going to wear it

you: 😭

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Instagram

y/n.username added to their story

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Messages

tash: don’t go :(

you: tasha :((

you: don’t be sad :((

tash: but you’re leaving me with the idiots

tash: and halo

you: ik

you: sorry bout that part

you: but i have to work

tash: i guess

tash: real talk though

tash: you and bagman spent a lot of time dancing together…

you: mhm

tash: and??

you: and??

tash: girl

tash: come on

tash: roo is laughing his ass off next to me because of how stupid you’re being

you: why don’t we talk about you and roo instead

tash: no

you: that’s what i thought

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Instagram

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y/n.username made a trip to the sunshine state ☀️

view 30,000 comments

username she actually went omgg

username who is that she’s with???

-> username it’s the mavericks

-> username they’ve been friends forever

roo_bradshaw a trip that was too short

tasha.trace you need to visit more often

tasha.trace we miss youuuu

username two pics with jake?!

thereal_javy come back now, phoenix won’t stop looking sadly into the distance

-> tasha.trace you miss her too shut up

halo_cal_bass and why do you not live here??

-> y/n.username fr

hangman.jake we loved having you, darlin’

-> username SHDKAKAOSO

-> username “DARLIN’” IM DEAD

-> delilah.seresin gross leave my friend alone

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Instagram

liked by y/n.username, roo_bradshaw, bob.bob.floyd, and 1,000,000 more

hangman.jake long time no see y/n.username

view 50,000 comments

username he posted the outfit she put on her story

-> username omg you’re right

delilah.seresin let her sleep bro

-> hangman.jake does she look like i woke her up?

tasha.trace you better have washed that bag

-> hangman.jake “wow hangman, what great pictures” “thank you for posting my best friend”

-> hangman.jake those are acceptable, nice comments you could leave

-> roo_bradshaw no

username how do i function after seeing this

thereal_javy the fit 🔥

-> hangman.jake i know 🔥

halo_cal_bass real men carry purses

-> roo_bradshaw true

-> hangman.jake i’m literally holding a bag

y/n.username thanks for holding by bag bagman

-> hangman.jake really?

-> y/n.username luv youu <3

username i’m unwell

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Messages

bagman: it was good to see you, darlin’

you: you too jakey :)

[pjo-obsessed-nerd]

OMG JULIAN RICHINGS IS EVERYWHERE I LOVE THIS MAN

He's so creep, but he's so good

HAH ANNABETH COMING IN CLUTCH

Percabeth power couple, yes pls

"It's either the realm of the dead, or someone left a carton of milk in there in to 1990's" nah, but that's the fastest way to make me gag about a smell I can't smell 🤣

THE RED RUBBER BALL

"No one comes baaaaaack" I love this man so much ❤

"I just think it's safer if I'm not the one holding them all." That's fair. ya know, as someone who drops her phone regularly, that's relatable.

Those pearls sound ✨ c r u n c h y ✨

IT'S THE SCENE - BABY PERCY 😭😭😭 aww my baby I just want to hug him. I can see it now, I'm gonna bawl like a baby in a few mins

"Not in Kansas...", "Hey, focus, we left Kansas four days ago." Reminder she hasn't seen a movie, points for continuity ❤

Grover squeezing that ball omg

Poor Grover, it's ok 😭

"Only suckers wait in line" 🤣🤣

"You're not dead.", "I mean, we're all dying... To some extent." He's a comedian 🤣

The silent whistle admittedly gave me chills; I can just see the horror on Annabeth's face. CERBIE!!!!

Run

CERBERUS LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG HE'S EVEN MORE GORGEOUS THAN I IMAGINED AHHH

GROVER NO

i just screamed a little... Oh, my sister is gonna cry

aww, Cerbies TOO cute, the little whines omg I'm gonna DIE. Annabeth giving him scratchies aww even though she's terrified. Percy is impreased

I am a Rottweiler lover at heart, so I'm just obsessed with Cerberus I'm not sorry

OH GROVER EW; Thank god he's okay

Oh, ik how they get separated I bet 😭 JUMP SCARE OH

Aww Annabeth threw him the ball such a good puppy omg

Is. Is Cerberus wearing a leather jacket? Or is that leather armor? I can't tell 🤣

Annie lore drop 🥲 grovers so impressed tho

IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED AHH

"I think it's... It's in the dog." His name is Cerbie. /jk

Percy, baby, what did you draw that upset someone so much? He's just a BABY. I WILL FIGHT THIS HEADMASTER TOOTH AND NAIL IT'S A PEGASUS SIR.

Grover, stop guilting yourself sir

OH jeez what tf.

Man I guessed Asphodel, and I was fucking right. My Mythology teacher would be so proud. This is such a haunting take on Asphodel omg. That's terrifying.

run

WHERE ANNABETH

NO SHE'S STUCK NO SWORD SWORD CUT IT CUT CUT CUT KNIVES PPL YOU HAVE KNIVES USE THE KNIVES

"I trust your dad." Athena ain't gonna be happy about this one, ladies and gents. 🤣🥲😭

Annie's gone, and i stg if we lose grover I'm done

GROVER

PERCY MOVE IT

Nah, Riptide looks sick tho. Pretty sure that's the first time we've seen it in good lighting

THE BOLT

so r we not gonna see Hades..?

"Is this?", " No.", "I, I mean it looks like-" "it, it absolutely is not.", "Okay. So... what is it then?", "Yeah, that's the master bolt!" This exchange was so funny 🤣

The pieces r fitting together... Hehe

"Zeus is just gonna have to wait." HELL YA, STICK IT TO HIM, GROVER, THAT'S MY BOY!!! Grover reminding Percy exactly why he chose Grover, his best friend, to come on this quest in the first place. ❤

Sad Baby!Percy 😭 that's a lotta ice cream for such a tiny boy

"Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?" GOD MY ABANDONMENT ISSUES HAVE BEEN TRIGGERED, I NEED TO PROTECT THIS CHILD FROM THE WORLD NOO

"I would never do this to you." THE LINE DELIVERY, GET THIS BOY AN OSCAR... AND A FUCKING HUG

sally avoiding the topic and crying, I wanna hug her too. She's trying so hard.

Hades palace is gorgeous, damn.

Are we gonna get to see the Furies again???

Percy's hands must hurt from how hard and how constantly he clenches them fists damn.

Who tf-

HADES IS SO NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I was expecting a rocker dude, but I love the "silk robe, manicured hair". Man's got class.

"I admire the cut of your jib." Ok maybe not what WAS that 🤣

He's way less scary than I expected, tbh.

Is he wearing heels? It sounds like he's walking in heels

SALLY'S A GOLD STATUE NOW??? Sally reaching out for him 😭 I'm done. I'm done.

"What did you do to her?" I can sense the rage coming

Percy 😭

babe, Hades was so confused. He just wants to be left alone, such a mood tho. Percy's so confused

PIECES. P I E C E S. IT'S A PUZZLE PPL

"But that voice, it definitely did not sound like you." That an insult or a compliment, I deadass can't tell 🤣

Ok... Hades is being very generous, but what's the catch here? This feels sus. Oh. There. Run. pearls. now.

"Hold fast, mom." HOLD FAST MOM YESSSSSS

Sad Sally 😭 What's happening rn

NO. NO. IS THAT

I'M GONNA SCREAM. WATER DADDY- sorry

"Tell me why", "you don't wanna hear why." Fair, fair 🤣

Nah, Poseidon's actor fits the bill so well in my mind. Like. Mm.

Poseidon rlly does care.

"His mother raised him well." Damn right!

OH THIS FIGHT FINNA BE SO GOOD

Hehehehehehehehehe

IT SO GOOD AHH I'M GONNA SCREAM NEXT EPISODE O. M. G.

[star-crossed-mid]

Crack Theory

Scorpio (before becoming a god): "Thank the gods have heard my prayers. No more hurting others, I will be freed of the cruel and harsh ways of being a bad human and given a new chance."

The King:

Scorpio: >:(

Star-crossed myth has many literary devices. The themes of Orihime and Hikoboshi/ the star-crossed lovers trope. Hints of Romeo and Juliet. MC being the hero most of the time goddess of fate whatever. The gods being plot devices, forces of nature, important characters.

Sure you could say the Dark King is the ultimate villain of SCM but he doesn't do anything. I would even argue that some of the 12 gods themselves are antagonistic at times like Leon and Zyglavis, but they eventually redeem themselves. BUT you know who I believe is the ultimate antagonist of the game?

(100 % my interpretation/hc)

The king. Fuck that dude. None of the 12 like him, most of the interactions the gods have they're all super uncomfortable with him. I don't like him. I'm so happy his ass retires in Leon's route. I hope Leon undoes everything the king put in place to spite him bcuz thats leo energy right there.

He's written as an allmighty being who makes the rules to when it entertains him. Ik for a mf fact he made some of those rules up for the heavens to spite others and probably undid the rule the next day /lh. I imagine one day Zyglavis comes out saying he enjoys idk something simple like purple flowers. The next day purple flowers are banned in the heavens just for fun.

Like there's so many instances with all 12 gods that the king just does them dirty for no reason. I don't blame Tauxolouve for switching sides in his route when the king denied protection to his parents and used the 'well i didnt kill them the dark king did' excuse. Ichthys is uncomfy around him. Scorpio does not like him. I bet Zyglavis got beef too. I don't blame Partheno for trying to bring down the heavens when this mf is in charge. Also the king KNEW Partheno was mf plotting everything and didn't do anything until the VERY LAST MINUTE. Dui got banished to earth with the entire guilt of his past actions for the king to just say jk it wasnt that. I don't blame Huedhaut for raising his voice and becoming erratic when people have to get sacrificed in order to fix things. I don't blame Leon for being so arrogant and mean at first when he was probably coached by the king to be the next king. Denying MC immortality for being 'too selfish' in some of the routes when Ik some of the mf 12 for a fact are equally as selfish too. His last words to Clotho before she died was "Hope you aren't mad at me :(((". LIKE SIR? How are you in charge of a higher universal plane and everything STILL has problems.

[ridreads]

hi I don't know if u could help but I'm looking for a rec for a really long Jungkook x yn au, I know it's cliche but one where jk is a fboy and he's a bit mean? like there's an arch to his character? and enemies to lovers, ik it's the most cliche kind of au but I cannot find a long good one and I trust your opinion, if u don't know that's ok I appreciate it either way 💕

hi love! it's okay to read cliche fics!! <3

tbh, i don't read a lot anymore, so my brain keeps coming up blank. but i saw @oddinary4bts' the forgotten spaces floating around which is an e2l (not fuckboy!jk though, i think!). you might like it!

i'll reblog this on my main, maybe someone can rec something !! <3

[oddinary4bts]

Hello there !

Well hope you don't see this ' ask', 'offending ask'.. because it's clearly not and I've read your other fictions too and I'm not following since yesterday.. so ik each jk character in your fiction was not the perfect one..they have the flaw too and we all get and I do ask you in on of your fiction that don't change the story line just because you are getting bad comments over jk doings in fiction and I still stand by what I said earlier...and we didn't know the whole story yet it just we all are getting the parts of the fiction reading em then sharing our thoughts in the process some bad, some good ...

But about jk thing can you please try to see the whole story from the readers pov (our) because not making any efforts and dealing by his own is not going to mend anything...and who so ever said 'sex and help you to cope up with the problem' 's the biggest coward, we all know it.. infact and on second thought we don't know whether he had sex with Lisa or not I mean it can be anything it just your way of writing is really something because he got so indulge in the story that we forget to see it from another view so that's why things happen and do be mad about it so much because you are the writer you know the story you know the plotline but we don't...so some might feel offensive even it's a fiction but we also love to read the angst that we can't help us from sharing the thoughts so please don't be too mad k just so you know we are in this with you but as a writer and reader things got bit awkward so don't mind it ...k

We all just wanna see jk on a good and merry way and want him to have some guts and do fight for the bond which they both are not able to forget ... because here OC's is wearing big mama pants but jk is just mourning over his deed ?! Don't you think even if we all are not perfect but there is a thing in every being that for once at least they fight for what they love and I feel like jk should also need to make a move now not everyone is going to hand him everything.

I think jungkook kind of has never been handed everything when it comes to love and emotion. We’ve seen how his family is. Obviously he’s going to be a mess when it comes to love! And it’s not one month and a half of therapy that will make him change or get better either it’s going to be a slow process that will probably take years. What I dislike about how some of you guys have been when it comes to him is that you think that just bc he decided to get therapy, he should already be better. He has like twenty two years of trauma and self hatred to unlearn, and we have to realize that too, you know? He needs time, and unfortunately he’s confronted to OC right now and he’s clearly not ready to be a good lover yet. He’s currently barely surviving, we just need to give him a break🥹

Anyways hope my response was okay✨

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

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You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

——

Copyright © August 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[raplinesmoon]

Love Is The True Art - JJK x GN!Reader

CPairing: Jeon Jungkook x GN!Reader

Genres: just pure fluff, v v slight angst

AUs: childhood friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 1k

Themes/Trigger Warnings: pining, mentions of broken bones, tattooed!Jungkook

Ratings: PG13

A/N: Heavily unedited and a spur of the moment decision, inspired by these prompts. I was just feeling very soft about JK and his tats, and this is the result. Also, the title comes from IU and Zico’s song, Soulmate! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

Header made by me! (ik he doesn’t have tats, but the vibes were perfect and imagination is a powerful tool)

Crossposted to AO3 here.

“Well?” A whoosh of air escapes the back of Jungkook’s throat, letting out a breath you didn’t even know he’d been holding in.

“What do you think?”

Your eyes flit to his bandaged arm as he gingerly begins to unwrap it, uncovering the whorls of ink that lie beneath. A vibrant rainbow of hues thrums underneath his skin. Straight lines. Curved ones. A flower here. A bold font there.

Living art, you muse. There’s no better words to describe Jeon Jungkook. Your best friend and confidant through all the bumps and bruises of childhood, the sticks and stones of middle and high school, and currently, leaned back and languorous on the shabby couch in your apartment’s living room.

You silently thank the higher powers above that your (much prettier) roommate stepped out for the night, shuddering to think how she’d react now if she stumbled upon a sleeveless Jungkook flexing his newly-tatted bicep.

“I-, I..um...wow,” you breathe. “It’s beautiful.” He’s beautiful.

Continuing to scan the various quotes and drawings that crawl up his arm, you stop. Jungkook’s tattoos are undeniably gorgeous, a masterpiece on an even more perfect canvas, no doubt the work of a skilled maven. Yet amongst the flowing cursive and fine lines, something catches your breath.

Art is a familiar craft to you, but there’s something about these pieces that seem so nostalgic, like a fond memory pressed in the scrapbook you keep on the top shelf of your bookcase.

You suck in, a sharp gasp escaping your throat. Glassy eyes look upwards, meeting Jungkook’s doe-like ones.

“Kook, stay still, I’m almost finished with it!” you pout.

“___, I can’t help it, my leg keeps feeling all funny and tickly!” Jungkook squirms out of your grasp, the marker lines running down the plaster of his cast and ruining what could have been a beautiful flower.

“JEON JUNGKOOOOK! You moved!” you whine.

“Now it’s ruined,” your eyes fill with tears, looking at straight line that turned into a squiggle and tainted your showpiece on Jungkook’s leg.

Drawing on Jungkook’s casts had been your favorite thing for as long as you could remember. Your best friend was a shy, yet adventurous soul, always quietly dragging you to explore all the cool new hideaways he’d find. Of course, his enthusiasm and athleticism came with the added con of Jungkook constantly coming home with cuts and scrapes.

And broken bones. You couldn’t count how many casts you’d written onm, drawn flowers and suns to cheer him up. And yet, Jungkook continued to be fearless and careless; the added plaster never weighed him down from partaking in fun and laughter.

He’s not laughing right now. In fact, he looks slightly apologetic, a slight tilt to his head and his nose scrunching as he’s lost in thought, his doe-like eyes shining with stars in them that mirror the tears in your own.

“___, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin your drawing. Don’t cry, please!! The next time I break a bone, you can make something even more beautiful! I promise I’ll stay still next time.”

You huff, not believing in his false promises. Jungkook had ruined many a masterpiece with his inability to stay still.

“___. Hey, look at me, please?” Jungkook tugs on your hair gently, willing you to turn your head and face him. He gives you the gentlest of smiles, bunny teeth poking out from underneath his braces.

“I’d break a thousand bones if it meant seeing you smile while you draw on all my casts.”

Your face burns, and you shove him to the side.

“Yah, you idiot, don’t say things like that! That’s not what I meant!”

Jungkook’s wide eyes meet your own, as you suffocate under the weight of your unspoken feelings.

“That’s all you have to say? Don’t you recognize them?” Jungkook’s words come out shaky, unsure, wondering if he’s made a mistake.

You do. The designs that now mark Jungkook’s beautiful golden skin are yours. Snippets from the many things you’d drawn on his casts over the years.

A flower here. A bold font there. A sun for some added cheer when Jungkook had to stay inside and recover.

The lines are sharper, more refined than the ones your small, chubby fingers had sketched out years ago, but there’s no denying the presence of you in Jungkook’s ink.

“Why?” you breathe out. Your head spins. “Why me?”

Jungkook strides forward, taking your face in his hands and resting his forehead against yours.

“It’s always been you. I’ve always wanted to show you how much your masterpieces meant to me, how I’d break a thousand bones just to see you smile while you write on my skin. I figured I couldn’t break all the bones in my body, so this is the next best thing,” he offers you a weak smile.

“Don’t!” you choke out. “Don’t you dare joke about hurting yourself like that.”

“Will you say it back? Please, I’m so in love with you I might pass out if you don’t say it back,” the anxiety seeps into Jungkook’s voice.

“You stupid idiot, can’t you see that I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since the beginning? Since before we were six years old and climbing that ancient oak tree and you fell and broke your arm?

All those drawings, all those words on your casts, they were the things I could never bring myself to say. So I just drew instead,” your voice is no more than a hush as you feel Jungkook’s hot breath fan your neck.

“___. Hey, look at me, please?” Your eyes turn upwards just as you feel Jungkook’s lips come crashing down on yours.

Your body melts into Jungkook’s, as your hands reach up to trace the art on his arms, the outlines providing the perfect canvas for the both of you to color with future memories of touching, tracing, kissing.

Jungkook’s tattoos may be the perfect example of living art, but you know your love is the truest art of them all.

A/N pt 2: I hope you enjoyed!!!

[jiminrings]

HellOoo. I am (honestly) blissfully unaware to the current status of your page so if this is genuinely out of place then I'm so so sorry ‼️

However, your infamous stem!koo drabble series is one of my personal like, comfort fics?? comfort series'?? And through reading the entire series more ties than I can count on my fingers AND toes, I have come up with a full mini head cannon fic of how I think the GLORIOUS portrayal of yoongs that you have built would end up falling in love or whatever<3 💞

And because I'm so sick and tired of holding it in I've decided to fill your ask box with it, sorry in advance.

(I'm using she/her pronouns for this yn)

So, the Yn is kinda quirky, NoT likE oThEr GirLiEz yk?? But she's actually just pretty eccentric and out-there, really confident in herself and she's really just an icon fr.

HOWEVER, miss girl also has a problem with basically Romanticizing complete strangers, enter: yoongi; her senior whom yn (read: Yoongis Ngirlfriend) becomes basically infactuated with. She's constantly trying to talk to him or whatever #girlboss, she's doing tasks for him like putting out his pencil or whatever, (Also ‼️ forgot to mention but this majority takes place in school ) . Yn however, yoongi finds to be pretty annoying.

It's just the youth and the general interest in him that rubs him the wrong way ...

However, people like, in yoongs life, perhaps lunchbox lovers!yn, thinks it's kinda endearing. I mean c'mon she fell for lunchbox lovers!jk sooooo...

The dilemma is that after yoongi shows absolutely zero interest and is kinda standoffish and rude, yn loses her interest. Now, yoongs is kinda like ??? What's going on???

Because he misses the AtTenTION !!! He misses yn being all giggly whenever he'd slightly smile, or her handing him a pencil/pen before he himself could think to get his own‼️ he misses her coming up to him and striking up the most abrupt conversation, about coffee brands, or cake pops, sometimes donut shops just everything and anything under the sun.

So, yoongs kinda gets in his feels (even girlbossed have their weak moments :,(

However, THEN, yoongs approaches yn for the first time ever‼️‼️‼️‼️ but bc he's kinda shy on his own and he's already achieved such a massive feat by coming and speaking, he just asks for a pen.

This makes yn who's honestly been given the bare minimum, kinda happy ?😭 Like she spent months pining over this guy who gave solid word answers for every question or topic she came up with AND now he's finally FINALLY came up to her ‼️

This relights the little pitter patter in her chest whenever Yoongis around, so she remains doing this behavior we talked about and yoongi starts... Reciprocating? Like, in a romantic way ‼️

Anyways ik this is shit bc this is the first time I've kinda ... Put it in words but heyyyy what can you do !!!

THIS IS SO SO GOOD U HAVE NO IDEA 💔💔 ll yoongs having his own y/n under these circumstances is Just So Them <3 ur right even girlbosses have their weak moments what if ll oc (who is not the most empathetic person out there lmao) knows about this y/n's lil crush on yoongi but notices that there is zero chasing happening :OO this is not shit this is tewwwww good omg u have me considering writing bullet fics again

[citrustan]

hiiiiii

omg i am so excited with the new chapter and I saw jk get lots of hate but for me, I feel like this is major character growth.

i do believe too, that Jungkook could have tried to defend oc in a way, but I believe his silence as she ranted was necessary so he saw the way that Yuna really is and still thinks. How she victimized herself, her feelings were hurt and I was willing to give her a second chance for character growth but she still has a lot of self-love to do.

firstly, she dresses up like the oc? no. i read a lot of best friends to lovers, and a thing I see is the oc getting with jk and brushing the other girl jk was with aside. and never had I thought much about that girl. but oc is this girl and we are seeing how damaging it truly is for the character that is constantly brushed away.

also, ik jk is a himbo butttt let's give him some points. sorry I am defending him here. he is learning this about his friend and he's not trying to lose her. he listened to her because he cares about her too, and he wants a healthy friendship. he believed that the conversation was going to be one she could vent. alas, she did a little too much, twisting facts and all. but jungkook stood his ground, now seeing exactly what was going on with Yuna and what made oc so scared and uncomfy. he was quick to kick her out and tell her it was not her place to speculate. and I believe he did everything right. snapping her into her reality, that she has 0 credit and role in the relationship he has. so after all is said and done. jk could have been mean but let's not forget that this was his friend. the person who was supposed to support the relationship and the person who he shared memories with. it's not so easy to quickly cut a person from your life, but jungkook did the right thing that was putting her in her place. and placing healthy boundaries, maybe he is still hopeful that with time, she will learn to respect these boundaries. and if not, well, then he will have to kick her from his life as well. it's all about the progress and trusting the progress.

be it with people or time, the progress will let you know,

anyways, it was freaking awesome, i was very clearly entertained lol.

I WANT TO KISS YOUB

YoU explained what I tried to like thrice now all together at omec i want to kiss you

PLease read this!! This is very, very good perspective!

thank you for your service user glitterkoo💥

[royalsun]

Some tropes for @safaerax​ with Charles ft: Leona, Freya and Mammon 

[ CHARLONA x RELATIONSHIPE TROPES ]

Aborted Declaration of Love: Charles for a while until he gives an Anguished Declaration of Love in a emotional moment.

Aroused By Their Voice: Charles is. Don’t tell Leona 🤫

Ruling Couple: they’re both princes

True Love Is Exceptional:

All Girls Want Bad Boys: In this case Charles feel for Leona.

Almost Kiss: gooooood they do this and it’s paaaaiiiiin

Am I Just a Toy to You?: fake dating au

Beach Kiss: c-can they 👉👈

The Beard: faaake dating au

Beautiful Dreamer: I feel like they both do this.

Becoming the Mask:  fake dating on Leona’s end

Belated Love Epiphany: Leeeooonnnaaaa I feel like Charles already accepted he was in love with Leona at first sight lol

The Bet: fake dating? Fake dating.

The Big Damn Kiss: they had itttt

Bite of Affection: They haven’t got there yet … but Leona? Leona

Bridal Carry: Leona has done this before and I’m soft

Childhood Marriage Promise: Childhood Friends what if they did this in their kid au … haha … jk … unless?

Clingy Jealous Girl: S/he tends to be very possessive of her Love Interest. Okay ik you’re thinking Leona but Charles definitely has shades of this … just more subtle 😉

Crush Blush: Charles

Crush Filter: Chaaarllles

Cry into Chest: CHAAARRRRRLLLESSS

Dance of Romance: Tbh one of the moments where Charles really knew he was in love with Leona was when they were dancing at a ball

Declaration of Protection: Making a vow to protect the one you love. They both would, I feel.

Devoted to You:

Eating the Eye Candy: Charles isn’t as obvious about it buuutt 👀

Enter Stage Window: Charles when visiting Leona … imagine. Or if Leona ever came to rsa and found Charles’ room.

Everyone Can See It: or at least Freya can thanks to Charles never shutting up about him emsjkee.

Fake-Out Make-Out: faaaake dating

Fake Relationship: ^^^^^^

Falling-in-Love Montage:

False Start: chhharrrrrles

Fate Drives Us Together: Charles thinks so

Ferris Wheel Date Moment: A couple has a romantic moment on a Ferris wheel and what if they smooched … hahah.

First Love: Leona is this for Charles

Flirting Under Fire: okay … hear me out dmskmeem

Friend Versus Lover: A character is fought over by their Love Interest and best friend. Imagine Freya and Leona lmaaooooo

Friendly War: Fighting done out of love rather than malice.

Friends with Benefits: faaaaakkee dating

The Glomp: Charles does this. A lot.

Green-Eyed Epiphany: I feel like this would hit them both occasionally.

Grow Old with Me: can they 🥺

Hands-On Approach: 👀 👀

Happily Married: goood end best end. Eventually this may happen.

Headbutt of Love: they do this and I love it

Headbutt Thermometer: i can see Leona doing this t b h

Held Gaze: they do this

Her Boyfriend's Jacket: Not Charles stealing Leona’s clothing lmao

Holding Hands:

Home Sweet Home: eventually I can see this with them.

How Dad Met Mom: haha, what if ??

I Can't Believe a Guy Like You Would Notice Me: Charles @ Leona

I Didn't Mean to Turn You On: Leona wasn’t planing on Charles falling for him idkejkeem

Imagined Innuendo: knowing Leona tho it probably wasn’t imagined xD

Insecure Love Interest: Charles, at first.

Interrupted Declaration of Love: Charles can’t catch a break

Interrupted Intimacy: i feel like this would happen a lot. Especially if they’re over at the savanaclaw dorm

Intertwined Fingers:

It Doesn't Mean Anything: fake dating

Kissed Keepsake: Charles

Kissing In A Tree: they’d both be in the receiving end of this I feel

Language of Love: Them both speaking french … Leona speaking swahili 🥺

Lap Pillow: both

Laugh of Love: Charles especially

Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone:

Longing Look: they both do this and I live for it

Love at First Sight: Charles

Love Confession: eventually

Love Doodles: Charles does this a lot

Love Epiphany: boooooth

Love Informant: Freya @ Charles

Loves Me Not: Charles would

Loving Details: both of theeemm

Marry for Love: pweaseeeee

Massage of Love: eeeeyyy 😉

Mixtape of Love: Charles would

Moment Killer:

Motivational Kiss: charles gives smooches before a magishift game when 👀

Nobody Thinks It Will Work: i feel like some people would be like this

Now or Never Kiss:

One Normal Night: i feel like this would apply to both of them

Opposites Attract:

Parents Walk In at the Worst Time: imagine o m g

Playing Cyrano: Freya and Charles

Please Don't Leave Me: look I

Prank Date: fake dating

Puppy Love: kid au

Rejection Affection: Leona @ Charles at first.

Romance-Inducing Smudge: I feel like they’d both lick each other’s cheeks lol

Romantic Fake–Real Turn: fake dating

Romantic Spoonfeeding:

Shower of Love: shhh, listen

Sleep Cute: theyyy do

Star-Crossed Lovers: mostly bc their schools are rivals tho

Stupid Sexy Friend: Charles felt this at fir

Sugar-and-Ice Personality:

Sweetie Graffiti:

Terrible Pick-Up Lines: Charles @ Leo

There Is Only One Bed:

They Do: Characters get a Relationship Upgrade.

True Love Is Exceptional:

Understanding Boyfriend:

Was It All a Lie?: fake dating

What Does She See in Him?: they both have this from different people I feel

Window Love:

Will They or Won't They?: theeeyyy doooo

Yawn and Reach: both, but Charles especially lol

You Are Worth Hell: Charles thinks so

You Must Be Cold:

Your Favorite:

[  FREYARLES X RELATIONSHIP TROPES  and MARLES x RELATIONSHIP TROPES ]

Bear Hug: Charles @ both of them

Best Friend: Charles considers both of them this

Best Friend Manual: Charles @ mammon lol

Big Brother Mentor: i feel like mammon is this to Charles

Blood Brothers: Imagine if Charles and mammon did this tho

The Bro Code: Charles and mammon

Commonality Connection: Charles, Freya and Mam

Family of Choice: Charles, Frey and mammon

First-Name Basis:

A Friend in Need:

Friendship Moment: they’ve all had this

Friendship Trinket:

Greater Need Than Mine: they’ve all done this and I’m soft

Group Hug: Freya mammon and Charles 🥺 ( probably some of the other bros too )

Heterosexual Life-Partners: mam and Charles …. look … djejekem

Hug and Comment: Charles @ both of them

Hypocritical Heartwarming: Mammon @ Charles

Interspecies Friendship: Mammon ( demon ), Freya ( witch ) and Charles ( human )

Intimate Hair Brushing: Charles and Freya

Like Brother and Sister: Charles and Freya

New Friend Envy: Would mammon have this? I have a feeling lol

Odd Friendship: mammon and Charles

Opposites Attract: Mammon and Charles

Pen Pals: all of them

Platonic Boy/Girl Heroes: Freya and Charles

Platonic Co-Parenting: Charles kid verse

Platonic Declaration of Love: Someone confesses non-romantic love for their friend.

Platonic Kissing: Charles would for both of them t b h

Platonic Life-Partners: Charles and Freya

Positive Friend Influence: alll of themmmm

Romantic Wingman: Charles and Freya to help with Leona xD

Royal Favorite:

Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Charles and mammon

Stupid Sexy Friend: Charles @ both t b h but nothing major just like ‘ they cute ‘ sjsjjeem

Tastes Like Friendship: Frey and Charles

Team Hand-Stack: let them do this pls

Three Amigos!: Charles freya and mammon

True Companions: Friends who are loyal to each other through thick and thin.

[titsuya]

hi sar <3 wanna say congrats again on 1k. i even remember your post about hitting 100 :’)

anywayyyy i would love to participate in ur event!!

i’m 18 and a march 25th aries sun, capricorn moon, and libra rising (you already know idk what any of that stuff means 💀). any pronouns are fine and i (mostly) prefer guys from hq hehe. oh and i’m an enfp!!

my love language is def gift giving. saying things like “i love you” or any other kinds of words of endearment just feel awkward coming out of my mouth. if it’s someone i care about i will go out of my way to do anything for them. like you need lunch but it’ll make me late to my class? go ahead and text me your order. in relationships i’m usually the one making the first move (asking them on a date, asking to hold hands, etc.) but i don’t really like to do the whole asking to be my partner thing :// idk i think it’s bc i’m insecure and i want the other person to ask me so ik that they actually want me (ceo of oversharing lolol). i love going out and doing stuff (personally i’m a whore for going to museums) but my social battery drains quick. also i love it when you’re able to sit in silence with someone and just do your own thing and just enjoy the others presence. my dream date is to go on a walk on the canal in my city, go to a cat cafe, and go home and take a nap :’)

sorry this was so long lmaodnsk oops

hey draven 😏 ur my real day one i <3 u (also this isnt long at all)

I MATCH YOU WITH

TSUKISHIMA KEI— jk hehe but i made ur thing a little long sorry

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you guys… okay. so this couple was a slow burner and had a lot of angst, but still very cute. you guys were always there for each other and when you finally became a couple, it was no different. you and iwaizumi show each other you love each other through quality time and giving each other things and you guys are just so cute.

YOUR TROPE: slowburn best friends to fwb to lovers

ok. you two were best friends who always had each others backs. your friendship had a lot of teasing and jokes and it was all great, you loved him as your best friend. THEN— one drunken night led one thing to another and you… well 😏 you know. you both realized you had feelings for each other, but decided to hide them and come to the mutual agreement that:

“it meant nothing, it’ll never happen again.”

well, it happened again, and again, and again— and you guys just became fwb. things were getting bad a few months into it, you did all the coupley things, kissed each other bye, went out together, slept in the same bed— all without the label. you waited and waited for him to make a move, but it never happened, so you kind of cut off ties.

classic iwa realizes what he’s missing (bc ur a hot bad b word) and you know,,, fairytale ending: wins you back, asks you out— forreal and even tells you (he stutters a lot) how much he likes you. <3

YOUR SONG: k. — cigarettes after sex

classic fwb song so i had to <3 also just cried to it so yeah enjoy

moodboard !!!

DRABBLE (i hope this short pos doesn’t suck too bad bae)

“hajime, what do you think?” you ask your boyfriend, standing hand in hand in front of a painting.

he looks at the painting and tilts his head to the side. with furrowed eyebrows, he asks, “baby… what exactly what i’m looking at?”

you laugh, softly, “it’s abstract art, isn’t it pretty?”

he turns to you and raises an eyebrow, “do you even know what you’re looking at?”

you bite your lip, holding back a laugh and look at to see a smile forming on his face. you two stare at each other for a few seconds before quietly snickering to avoid people looking at you.

“shut the hell up, it’s still pretty, now appreciate it with me, or leave,” you joke, rolling you eyes.

he takes your hand in his and squeezes, “‘m not goin’ anywhere without you ever again, nice try, though,”

you smile at him, looking around to make sure there weren’t many people before giving him a soft peck on the lips, “i thought so,”

[ditttiii]

new ask game: if you could only pick one blog to represent each member of bts, who would it be and why? 💓

oh god this is impossible 😭 can i tag multiple people? so I have to pick blogs instead of people right? I think that means I can’t pick my reader mutuals? so hmm okay! 

(also if i didn’t tag you it wasn’t because i don’t like you or anything like that!! if i could tag multiple people I’d! these are just the first obvious choices in my head because of the similarity in their and the members personalities. This in no way shape or form is a measure of how close i am to someone. 🥰)

Namjoon: @btsismybiass i feel like she’ll disagree, but for me she is the most like Namjoon. Wifey is protective of me in the kind of way that she wants to hug me and keep all the meanies away, but also give me my own space to grow? She’s always there to listen and to comfort, and I just...i guess i just really really love and appreciate this kind soul. 

Seokjin: @kimlinebiased Dean is one of the nicest people on this site, and it’s easy to forget how old he really is because he’s just so easy to talk to and crack jokes with, but at the same time when I really needed help and guidance he was there for me. The oldest, wisest but also at the same time craziest, cutest motherhen. (he also has given me the “GO TO BED AND SLEEP!” talk. 110% seokjin)  

Yoongi: @mlkydrms Jay can sometime come across as a little aloof, but most of the times he just lives on a level more calm than most of us? Like Yoongi he burns me with one liners, but again when someone comes after me (rude anon or whatever) he snaps back, and it’s just the nicest feeling to know that he has my back no matter what. (even though he makes jokes at my expense all the damn time lol. very Yoongi like tbh)  

Hoseok: i m gonna break the rule for this one because some of my readers are actually the ones who have always constantly checked up on me, asked if I was okay, made me smile with silly memes or funny stories and tagging anyone but them would be extremely inaccurate, so @mel-gonzalez07 @kaheryn @angel-lover-alice you guys are my sunshine, and i love you all. thank you so much for being there for me!

Jimin: @unoriginal-username15432 every single time i have not been in the best condition, this woman has reached out to me on her own accord, letting me know that she is there for me without ever pushing me to talk. she is one of those people who are selflessly kind. like she gains nothing by befriending me and being kind to me, she doesn’t write much and isn’t looking for clout or a reblog when she talks to me and instead it’s just pure concern and love. dannz is my jimin ♡

Taehyung: @sombreboy he’s the biggest jimin bias ik and i will say i don’t know him personally. So just based on his demeanour & age i think he’s the closest to Taehyung? loves luxury brands, fluctuates between being quiet, gif reply kinda person to a full blown “life advice guru” (i m grasping at straws here i don’t think i follow anyone very Taehyung like. the man’s an enigma so if my reasoning sounds dumb, ik lol.)

Jungkook: (why are the maknaes so hard? uhhh) ​@moccahobi aside from the fact that she’s younger than me and therefore my maknae, she’s just super loving inside. like jk she isn’t the best at texting all the time and her replies sometimes sound like grunts 😂 but after knowing her for as long as i have, i v come to realise how much she loves and cherishes the people around her. also incredibly hardworking and an absolute cutie!!

Anywho!! thanks for tagging me laysa 💖 queen wifey loves you!!!

[yeojaa]

hey! it’s the tag-lover anon again :) my virgo moon jumped for joy at your organized tags LOL so i had to send in an ask. personally, i relate to my rising sign (taurus), but maybe you have other placements (like a stellium) in your chart that override your rising? like ik hobi has a LOT of aquarius influence in his chart (like.... a LOT) and that has a bigger effect on him (imo) than his rising. maybe try looking at your venus/midheaven if u don’t relate to the looks/aesthetic of ur rising. i’m NOT a professional so take anything i say with a grain of salt, but i hope this helped! (ps sorry for the long reply)

organisation 101!!!! (now if only it were a consistent thing and not like, a sudden burst of insane need to reorganise that gets wrecked three days later lmao)

what’s your sun?? you’re a virgo moon, taurus rising... sounds like a Very Cool Person tbh 🤠🤠 but yeah i donut know.. that much about like, astrology. i mean, i know more than a layman but yeah. eep. my ummmm.. venus? is virgo. actually here is my CO-STAR!!! 

all i really know is that i’ve been told i am highly compatible with JK and like that’s all i care about xoxo

ps. don’t worry about the long reply! i love friends and conversation! i hope you’re having a nice day 

[wayward-pendragon]

Ultimate taekook rec (pt.1??)!

Hello friends! Quarantine has a lot of us stuck inside so I’m gonna try and keep the fic recs comin and hopefully give y’all something to enjoy while we all stay home :) Taekook is one of my fav ships, I think their personalities fit really well and they are such a fun pair. All of these fic are from ao3 and they’re usually a little on the long side but I’ll throw in some short one-shots as well! This will likely be a pt1 bc i have soooo many taekook bookmarks on ao3. Let’s get started! (I have another BTS fic rec here if you would like more things to read!) 

Bite Me by Curionenene, YeonAh

Summary: “Ho… Hoseok… my na- Ju-Jung Hoseok. Who— what…?”

On hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to reveal your name to two lunatics who had fed you something from a blood bag at 11.54 pm in the middle of a quiet, isolated alleyway.

"Hoseok? Nice to meet you, Hoseok. I'm Kim Namjoon, and this is Kim Seokjin. Do you remember what happened to you?"

“I—”

“Seriously. Just tell him like I did you. It's like pulling off a band-aid, better fast than slow.”

A heavy sigh was Namjoon's response to Seokjin's interjection. "I think this is a bad idea, but alright. Hoseok, you nearly… well… you did die. I saved your life the only way I could. By turning you into a vampire."

On hindsight, maybe it was a really, really, really bad idea.

One unfortunate near-death later, Hoseok finds out a few things: One, vampires are real. Two, they don't sparkle. Three, a war is brewing and he's landed in the middle of it.

Or: AU in which Hoseok screams a lot

okay so I love this fic to the ends of the earth and back. It starts out as Hoseok centred when he is turned into a vampire but then starts to focus on other characters and storylines as well. The Taekook in this is very slow burn but seeing the evolution of their relationship killed me. This fic reads like a full ass novel and I highly highly recommend giving it a read. 

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks

Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

Mob boss JK but soft mob boss with his son I cannotttt. Watching the evolution of Tae and JK’s relationship was hella cute and fun. Also taekook with kids is just so soft omggg. 

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) by wowoashley

Summary: taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.

Proposal AU!! Jungkook needs a guest to bring to the Namjin wedding and it seems like his assistant Taehyung is just the man for the job. This is so sweet but angsty near the end, honestly so goodddd. 

maybe we’re all just fools by airplanewishes

Summary: Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before.

Fake dating AU! Jungkook’s on the school track team and his mother is bothering him about dating someone which JK really doesn’t wanna do so that’s where Tae comes in. Honestly it’s hella cute but also hella angst, highly recommend. 

cliff drop gradient by astringxnt

Summary: “somewhere along the way, we will all realize that we only start chasing the things that we were once given a taste of.”

(or, in which Jungkook and Taehyung get married to qualify for more financial aid.)

Weeee love fake dating AUs in this house. Basically Taekook need money so they get married but nothing really changes at first, but then they start to realize their feelings for each other :))

let me know by wowoashley 

Summary: taehyung never wears a shirt

JK moves into an new home and his neighbour just happens to be Taehyung. Through this, JK goes on a journey to discovering he is attracted to Tae and it’s really good but angst w/ a happy ending. 

Cinnamon Crisp by teatimetaemint

Summary: Jungkook needs his daily dose of cuddles and Taehyung likes to wear Jungkook's clothes. They don't care that alphas and omegas aren't supposed to be best friends.

SO MUCH FLUFF. Im not a huge ABO lover but this is such a sweet story and they care about each other sm it warms my heart. Childhood friends to lovers is also one of my weaknesses sooo. 

Date Me by flywithtaetae (kimtaehyungs) 

Summary: Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.

One of the only shorter fics on this list and omgggggggggg it sooooo cuteeeeee. 

I knew I loved you then (but you’d never know) by nutaella 

Summary: 'You asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks I'm married with a baby' AU

Another shorter one but its so sweet. Jungkook has a little bb son and Taehyung is helping his bestie raise his son and they get mistaken for a couple. 

beep boop by vvpa 

Summary: Taehyung’s gaydar is broken. Maybe. Probably, at least. Jungkook can’t really tell.

This one was so funny omgggggg. Its short but so wholesome and funny as hell I actually laughed out loud. 

15.30 - Appointment: Kim Taehyung for Jeon Jeongguk (genital piercing) by PaperTigerBlackAndWhite

Summary: Taehyung makes a bet, the forfeit of which is getting his dick pierced.

He loses the bet.

Good thing the piercer has nice eyes. And face. And hands. Not so nice that he seems to keep laughing at Taehyung, but you can't have everything.

This one is also hilarious omg. Tae getting his dick pierced was never something I thought I would read but here we are. Warning, this has a lot of smut so if that’s not your thing don’t read. 

You’re So Special by miniimin 

Summary: Sometimes you find your soulmate in the form of a dirty kid on the playground. Sometimes it takes a little longer to figure it out, but that's okay - in the meantime, you have a best friend.

(Or: Jeongguk falls in love before he knows what the word means. Taehyung spends all his years teaching him.)

This is one of the absolute sweetest fics I have ever read. It follows Tae and Kook as they grow up from little kids to uni and its so sweet. If u want something wholesome and makes u feel things, read this. 

Fall Asleep (Fall For You) by drannie 

Summary: “They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

oh boi is the angst real w/ this one. It is one of the best taekook fics on ao3 for a reason. I highly recommend giving this one a read. 

Chemistry by taecheeks 

Summary: “What’s your zodiac sign?”

“Virgo,” Jungkook responds without thinking. He frowns, glaring. “Why?”

“Hm, I can work with that,” Taehyung says. “I’m a Capricorn.”

“Fascinating. Now back to Chemistry -”

“Isn’t that what I was talking about?”

[Or, Jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the President's son over with. Taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.]

This one is longgggggg. Basically JK tutors Tae and everything progresses from there. Honestly this fic has a lot of elements to it and I really just love it. It deals with a lot of different themes like child abuse, panic attacks, and many other things so if any of that upsets you, this fic may not be done for you. The entire series is is really cute tho plz read. 

fever started long ago by thestarsabove 

Summary: Where there is love, there is warmth. Where there is honesty, there is relief.

In which Taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on Jeongguk’s body heat.

A canon compliant fic rec and boi is it will written. Basically tae becomes dependent on JK’s body heat which ik sounds weird but its a really goof fic trust. 

maybe we’re fireproof by thestarsabove 

Summary: For as long as Jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.

Same author as the fic above and just as amazing. Not canon compliant this time and this now JK has problems w/ body heat. Hella recommend this author is fantastic. 

Dogs Days by vestals

Summary: Chopa the corgi needs to be sent to dog school, and it just so happens that his trainer is, in Kim Taehyung's opinion, the finest man out there.

Too bad he's already got a boyfriend.

Okay so this one I was skeptical to read but I’m real happy I did. This fic was sooo good, the build up was killer and I really enjoyed it. There is quite a bit of smut in this one, you have been warned. 

It’s gonna be you (I can’t let go) by OnlyWinterHere

Summary: "The sound of the crowd screaming is deafening. After four years, he should be used to it, but today he needs silence more than ever. Still, Taehyung smiles, because if there's something he's learned how to do is smiling even when he feels like dying."

Or the one where Jungkook gets a girlfriend and Taehyung can't cope.

This one hurttttttttt. If you are in the mood for some angst and sadness here is the fic for you. Happy ending tho and honestly it’s a really good fic. Also the yoomin spinoff is *chef’s kiss*. 

5 millimeters per fucking second by Curionenene

Summary: Jungkook is painfully shy and he wants to do things with his boyfriend Taehyung.

(Or: the kind of slow burn you never knew you needed.)

AWWW this one is the sweetest omgggg. This brings an entirely new meaning to slow burn and it is so precious I can’t. 

i wanna come put your lips on mine by locks

Summary: Taehyung glances over at him and with the light hitting the side of his face, throwing shadows over his face, Jeongguk can't bring himself to be that bothered about their date. Sure being alone would have been nice, but he thinks this is nice, too. He's with Taehyung, they got their dinner and movie. Just maybe next time they hopefully won't have his brothers as chaperones.

And when Taehyung puts his head on Jeongguk's shoulder later, he can't bring himself to be that mad at all, actually.

Or, it turns out Taehyung and Jeongguk share the same brothers: Fraternity for Jeongguk, and for Taehyung, well, blood.

This is another sweet fic. JK and Tae trying to date behind Tae’s brother’s backs is kinda hilarious and adorable. 

Well folks that’s it for now but I have so many more so if y’all are interesting in a pt.2 let me know!! I hope you love these fics as much as I did. If you want other ship recs let me know and I’ll try my best to accommodate!  Stay safe and healthy everyone!