Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language,sexual innuendos Pairing:Jungkook x reader Length: 29K words Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood
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THE FIRST TIME YOU CONFESSED TO EACH OTHER
2 days ago, Lusty&Nancy Bar, L.A, 00:42 AM
of alcohol and smoke was heavy as Jungkook was drinking his last shot of
martini before collapsing on her lap. She chuckled as she ran her soft fingers
through his raven hair. Those majestic looking lips, that gorgeous nose and
long lashes, could drive any girl insane at his sight, but only one girl could drive
the latter over the edge. He untied his tie as he dropped it on the cold ground
before making himself at home, sleeping on her lap. Jungkook was never
completely drunk, but had this tendency to collapse at random moments and wake
up randomly just to take off his clothes. He sniffled a few times before grabbing
onto the soft hand that was caressing his ears.
you….” he murmured half coherently “…Y/N”
face fell into a scowl as she heard your name coming out of his beautiful lips,
one more time. Every time, it would be the same story. He would hit her up,
they would talk for a few hours and he would end up drunk, sleeping on her lap.
Who was she? His business partner Park Sooyoung. Tall, brunette, pretty and a
bright future ahead of her. She made heads turn by her presence only. Being a
year older than Jungkook, she often talked informally to him even if he was her
superior. She never had any feelings towards the boy, but she couldn’t help but
feel irritated every time he mentioned your unknown name before casually
sleeping on her lap.
really wonder who she is, for turning him into a mess” she sighed
Jungkook’s eyes suddenly sprung open “Do you think she still remembers me?” he
unbuttons the first buttons of his dress shirt “Sometimes, I keep on wondering…
if she actually cares about me?”
I would like to give you an answer but—“
Jeon for you” he pointed at her before erupting in a fit of giggles “We’re
still workmates remember?”
only workmates” she clenched her fist
sounds like a sexier title as well. Right? How about Director Jeon?” he ran a
hand through his hair before crouching his shoulders “That’s supposed to be my
future title…” he grabbed her hand in his “Do you think I can do this?”
the question should be: Do you want to do this?” she replied in a heartbroken
right…” he laid his head back on her lap “What do I even want?” he laid the
back of his hand on his forehead “I just want to go back home” he felt a tear
slipping from his eyes
bring you back home?” Sooyoung smiled at him
The word home had a different meaning in
Sooyoung’s suggestive context
Today, Dorms at Seoul University, 12:32 PM
sipping on your lemon tea as it was the start of a new semester in your area.
You and your friends were about to have a blast for the last remaining weeks of
summer before tackling another stressful term. It might’ve been your second
year at Seoul University, but you never felt more than welcomed whenever
stopping by campus. You’d usually go back home during the summers and get back
to the dorms during the school year, but this year it was quite different, as
you had to get back to the dorm earlier. Something about a change of roommates
was occurring in your department. The dean’s daughter made a fuss about wanting
to change rooms so they had to rearrange the rooms. Knowing that you were the
only scholarship student in the residence building, they chose to make you move
out to make more space for the new tenant.
little brat, I swear to god, she’s so spoiled and idiot” Jimin groaned as he
watched you pack your belongings
that, Jimin” you nudged his arm “I mean, she does have a right to do this.
She’s still the dean’s, one and only daughter.”
change the fact that her IQ is lower than Hoseok’s grades. I despise people of
her type the most”
“Why do you
hate on her so much?”
she ruined your summer! You had to get on a 3 hours train ride to pick up your
stuff Y/N. Why can’t you realize that she’s an annoying brat? She purposely
made you move your ass from your vacation break to come in town.”
probably didn’t mean it that way! I actually decided to drop by in advance, so
stop it” you patted his arm
doesn’t change the fact that you need to leave your room” Jimin rubbed his
temples “Damn you, stupid Park Chaeyoung”
thought she had something for you though…” you raised a brow at him “Like a
tiny crush?” you winked
Whoah, that’s the best joke I’ve heard in a century” Jimin flushed a slight
tint of red “Girls like her are what I want to avoid the most.” He scoffed “In
the last two years I’ve lived on campus, I never saw a girl as whiny and as
spoiled as her. Do you realize that her majesty has a personal slave that holds
her goddamn haute couture Gucci bag? Even Taehyung who owns the whole Gucci
collection doesn’t do that kind of shit”
she asked nicely” you replied “It’s her last year before leaving for Ireland.
That’s the least I can do to help her, as a student”
problem with you Y/N” Jimin pointed at you “You’re way too f*cking nice to be
it’s just a room” you rolled your eyes
moving to the science department dorms! Do you realize how creepy most of these
thought they were brilliant though “you grabbed your clothes “Namjoon Sunbae is
such a cutie. He was the best T.A I ever had in my years here”
an exception, I’m talking about the weird guys who are in the engineering
department. They always become weird as f*ck around finals.” Jimin sighed “They
apparently become crazy because of their work load. Take Yuta for example! He
didn’t even last a semester in there! He gave up halfway and changed programs”
He sighed “These poor beings.”
you talking about those weird rumors of them being perverts? The boys who are
taking engineering at Seoul U, are cute though, well that’s what I always
thought” you commented “They’re not crazy”
they seem all normal, but that’s because you’re a girl. They won’t show you
their real nature” Jimin pressed his back on the wall
you? Mr. Psychology. Stop digging too far inside my brain with your
manipulative talks” you stared at him
you talking about?”
you so concerned about me, talking to the boys in engineering?” you raised a
suspicious brow “Is it Jungkook who told you to look out for me, again?”
like time has slowed to an ambling crawl, and all that ever exists has ceased
to matter; except in this room with the three of you standing, facing each
other like fighters in a ring. All you’re aware of is the way your breath has
frozen over in your chest, and the way Jeongguk is clutching something so
tightly in his hand, mirroring your own fisted palm.
no,” the sound of your voice pierces through the tense atmosphere, and is that
really your voice? Why does it sound so unconvincing, so lacking in resolve, so
broken? You clear your throat and attempt to try again, because your eyes are
locked on Jeongguk’s own milky caramel ones, filled with a murky rage that
threatens to break past the surface. “Jeongguk, this is not what it looks like,
only responds with an acerbic laugh that’s short and cutting, and it makes
every breath you take feel razor sharp.
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Your arm was lazily slung around your best friends’ shoulder, her choice not yours. You watched the ground in front of you, counting the number steps you took. You managed to reach 23, or maybe 24, before your friend suddenly stopped, causing you to stumble backwards. Her hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you from falling to the ground.
You think she knocked on the door, but you really weren’t listening. You were still staring at the floor. You were easily distracted by the wooden paneled floor that seemed to be moving, not spinning, but moving.
The door opened, revealing a very tired and confused Tom. He rubbed his eyes but when he saw you and your friend his facial features changed from what-is-going-on to oh-boy. Tom held his arms outstretched towards you and you happily fell into them, throwing your own arms around his neck.
“I’ll pray for you,” you heard your friend say and Tom said something else before shutting the door, but again, you weren’t really listening. You had more important things on your mind. Like how warm your boyfriend was and how cold your toes felt against the floor and why were your bare feet against the floor where were your shoes?
◦ a/n: Since my boys were eating well and taking beautiful pictures and finally resting on their “BTS Friendship Trip”, all my inspiration flowed in the direction of Got7 and BAP (mostly towards Jackson Wang cause wow do I wanna bang ;)). So here’s a really weird daydream I had in the middle of Econ (cause who cares about wealth inequality when you can get Wanged) I’m so sorry I hate myself for that too. Please don’t unfollow me.
“Fuck, baby,” Jackson moaned into you as he tugged you into his body by your clothes. You were taken aback by his suddenness; the bedroom door had just barely closed and the rest of the boys were still in the house. You shrugged the coat off your body promptly, hardly stopping to ask questions as you leaned into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body. “Watching you fight like that,” he breathed, his lips hovering over yours as he groped at your sides, grabbing every bit of flesh that he could through your clothes. “Might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled into your neck as his hands took handfuls of your ass, locking his lips into your sweet spot. You hummed with approval as your hands stroked the hair at the base of his neck, letting his breathing grow heavy against your skin as he pulled you in for more. He loved when you touched the back of his neck like that.
You were a stunt double and combat choreographer and Jackson had been on set to pick you up on the way home. He showed up a little early and figured that instead of waiting around in front of the building, he would come see what you did. He had never actually seen you in action; he only knew that you were good at fighting, and never to steal your phone from you or scare you unexpectedly– two mistakes he had made before. Then, he watched you strut around the studio in a sleek, leather one-piece outfit and order around the actress and cameraman to get the best shot. You had him turned on faster than you could pin a man twice your size to the ground– and seeing you do just that only turned him on all the more.
“Tell me what to do,” he blurted in the midst of his kisses before rolling the t-shirt up, off your body.
Contains :highschool!jungkook, mention of drug and alcohol, swearing, a bunch of illegal things, SMUT !
Group : BTS
Member :Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook
Words : +9,3K
Every each of his body screamed for revenge, since the very beginning.
He hated how he had to change himself because of them, he hated how
people viewed him because of them, he hated the person he became. Maybe they forgot, maybe they thought it was just a little prank at the time, but it never left his mind. And tonight, on the last day of highschool, he’s getting his revenge. He
had planed everything, every single move. He was confident, he knew he
would finally get what he was craving for, but things take a strange
turn when he finds out that he is not the only one seeking for revenge,
and soon enough, his solo vegeance road trip welcomes a girl that looks
A/N : Omg that’s the longest thing i ever wrote for tumblr so far, I really really really hope that you guys like it,aND I’M SO SORRY FOR THE END DON’T HATE ME.
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Jungkook took a deep breath, tugging a little bit more at his hood. Tonight was his night, it all starts after this door. Tightly gripping his bag, the boy carefully listened, standing in the middle of his room. Everything was silent between the four walls, and it seemed like his house was as silent, the only sounds being the rare cars passing by.
He looked at the clock hanging on his wall, the dim light of the moon helping him distinguish the numbers. It was near eleven post meridiem, he knew that his mother was already long asleep after a day of work, but he couldn’t be too cautious, right ? Crossing this door was the first step to his revenge, but if his mother caught him, he was screwed.
What was he going to tell her ? That he was getting a glass of water, fully dressed with a huge bag ? Knowing his mother, she would probably freak out and think that he was running out of the house.
Jungkook tried to shake these thoughts away, his hand grabbing the door handle. One last time, he repeated to himself all the steps he had planned, exiting his room. Closing the door as quietly as possible, he quickly locked it before looking around.
The hallway was dark, no light coming from his mother’s bedroom. Walking as quietly as possible on the carpet, he grabbed the car keys, dodging every furniture in his living room.
It wasn’t a hard task, he could walk blindfolded in his house.
Getting out of his house, Jungkook almost congratulated himself, but somehow, he was still tensed, maybe even more. A voice in his head asked over and over again if this was a good idea, and sometimes, he almost gave in, abandonning the idea. But the other voice, stronger, told him to get his revenge. He was greedy, craving for his revenge after all these years. He built and gained their trust just so he could crush them down, he wasn’t, he couldn’t give up. Not now.
He knew it, he would regret it, either way, but his spleen took over him.
Jungkook looked up, the sky was dark, but thankfully they were no clouds, no signs of rain. He hummed the air, the odor of grass, trying to collect himself. The cold air caressed his skin, calming his nerves, helping the boy slowly regaining his confidence.
He did it everyday, he thought, the facade he built tricking people in thinking that he was bold and confident, but here, but now, it was only him, he couldn’t project the illusion on himself, he couldn’t lie to himself. Truth is, he was terrified, his hand gripping his bag so it wouldn’t shake.
Somewhere, he thought that getting his revenge would help him, even though it wouldn’t take back or erase what they did to him, he though that maybe, just maybe, it would lift a bit of weight of his shoulders.
Jungkook shook his head, walking towards his car, steps after steps on the little flat rocks. Well, his mother’s car. It wasn’t as nice as his friend’s car, but he couldn’t complain. He knew that she worked hard, and a new, expensive car was a lot to ask. Playing with his keys, he immediatly stopped when he saw a silhouette leaning against his car.
He froze, was it one of his “friends” ? Was he so bad at hidding things ? He took a step back, grass crushing under his foot, eyes narrowing to distinguish the face of the person. His heartbeat grew faster, a ball forming in his throat, he was fucked.
At least, he thought, blinking multiple times, it was a girl.
A wave of releaf crashed over his body, all of his stress washing away. His head cooked to the side, who was that ? He had to admit, he didn’t have a lot of girl friends, even if the rumors told otherwise. To be real, he couldn’t think of a lot of girls that he actually liked as a friend, all of them seemed to have hidden intentions.
Now walking towards his car, his eyebrows furrowed when the face of the person became clearer under the light of the column. He didn’t recognise it, who was she ? Leaning against the door of his car, rolling a lollipop in her mouth, what was she doing in front of his vehicle in the middle of the night ? And she didn’t seem surprised at all to see him, actually, she looked amused, it was as if she knew.
“Can I help you ?”, asked Jungkook, clearly not amused. He had a plan to follow, everything was timed in his mind, he didn’t have the luxury to stop and talk to a random stranger.
The girl removed the sweet from her mouth, the candy leaving a red tint to her lips. She smiled, head tilting to the side, “I think I’ll be the one to help you.”
ok so i know that otabek and yuri have the Obligatory BFF Special Handshake but what do u think it looks like… does it last for eight minutes in a specific order… is there a fist bump with little explosion sound effects at the end.. do they do that thing were they grab hands at the end and pull each other into a hug.. . the bro hug.. but a gay bro hug
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You handed the cashier 14 dollars and 37 cents and thanked them as they handed you your paper bag filled with sour gummy worms and KitKats. It was movie night with Peter, and you were on sweets duty. He, of course, provided refreshments. You loved the way his soda would always explode on him because he swung the cans a little too much on his way home. He’d have to change his shirt and you, you know, just so happened to be standing in the hallway to see. A regular peeping tom. He never minded it.
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You were never good at making decisions.
Ever since you were young, every option and every choice you deemed had been through countless amounts of strain. Even the tiny, unimportant things made your head spin into an uncontrollable blur. Your indecisiveness captured away precious time and shook you with bottled-up frustration. Impatience and despair always boiled in the pits of your stomach. It seemed like the end of you.
And it didn’t quite help that Seokmin refused to speak.
He loved to tease and draw your desperation out a tad longer without throwing in a needed opinion. And you hated how even though he did so, he’d still get the nerve to wrap you in his arms, where everything would melt away— even you.
It hadn’t been long since the sun began to make its way down the horizon, and it hadn’t been long since you began to feel it. Streaks of vivid oranges and pinks painted the sky, and it’s lights seeped through the thin curtains of your window. The golden rays washed over two sprawled figures; where you lay at the foot of your bed and your boyfriend leaned back against the headboard.
The depths of your core twisted in an jaw-clenching manner, and you felt the temptation to cry aloud deep in your throat as you said for what seemed like the hundredth time:
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“Come on, it’ll be fun,” I urge.
Sam groans, Dean looks mildly intrigued.
“I have work to do, but you two go on, have fun,” Sam says. He sounds like a dad sending his annoying kids off to play. Dean and I have both been feeling restless, the walls of the bunker closing in on us.
We’ve been cooped up in here too long, no case to work, no outlet for our energy. Dean’s like me in that regard. Too much time sitting idle makes me antsy. I’m about ready to climb the walls.
“I’m in,” Dean says, pushing his chair away from the table.
“Yay!” I exclaim, a little overenthusiastically. “I’m going to go get changed.”
Dean’s eyes widen when I rejoin him in the library in my cutoff denim shorts and star-spangled halter top. A thrill shoots through me when I see him taking in my curves and lines with appreciation.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Just need a few supplies first.” He follows me to to the kitchen where I pull two six packs out of the fridge. “You grab the cooler.”
Dean returns with the green cooler just as I finish making sandwiches. “Ice,” I direct him. Dean loads the cooler while I go snag a blanket.
“All set?” he asks.
I can’t keep the dopey grin off my face. “Yes!” I’m so unbelievably excited to get out of the bunker. Especially with Dean.