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fic type: social media au, some parts will be written
status: ongoing
next update: february 15, 2021
synopsis: your best friend is getting married and she chose you as her maid of honor. the catch? the groom's best man that seems to sleep around, annoy you, and attract you.
disclaimer: time stamps on pics won't be accurate with the story because i always seem to forget to change those sorry lol
For thirst night - Jungkook with a man bun and undercut eating you out then fucking you against a wall
I think I can turn this ask up a notch with some see through shirt and some kook tiddies too if that's alright.
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- Pairing: jk x reader
- Words: under 1k
- Warnings: it's a little cracky and weird, oral (f receiving), wall banging, unprotected sex, noona kink, (maybe)dipshit oblivious kook, reader goes bonkers for kook nips and man bun (as we all do)
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The moment you came home from work and saw him you nearly lost your sanity, tripped while frozen there looking at him, and wept all at once. What good deed had you done in a past life to see your boyfriend looking like a god today in a dark see through shirt, hair up and in black jeans? Where did he get a see through black mesh shirt? You had never seen it before, but none of that mattered. What mattered was he was wearing it with a messy little bun in his hair and cleanly shaven sides. And what sexy activity was he doing while dressed as sex on legs? He was casually making dinner as he often did, but you still wondered why he was looking like the main course himself today.
"Welcome home, dinner will be done in maybe twenty minutes." He didn't even turn to look at you, he just heard you come in.
"Is- is it my birthday?" You wondered out loud.
"What do you mean?" He turned and furrowed his brows at you as if to ask if you were okay. You took the chance to gawk at his nipples through his shirt and see the way The strands that dangled free from the bun framing his face while also making you shiver from just how good he looked.
"I-you- it's-" you sputtered as you took him in again.
"Is it the shirt? Is it weird? I wanted your opinion on it. I thought maybe it would look nice with a jacket but now I'm bowling like you hate it." He gave a little pout as he looked down at it.
"No, no, noooo." Your eyes went back up to his hair.
"Kind of weird for my hair to look so messy with it, right?"
You wanted to jump at him, knock him to the floor and fuck him right on the kitchen tile, but at the same time you wanted to let the poor guy live and finish dinner.
"You look so good."
"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised as if his perfectly chiseled chest wasn't hanging all out "thank you."
You left the room and let him get back to dinner.
Your attempt at holding back only got more painful to bare. When you stepped out of the shower and into your bedroom he was singing softly like an angel while on your bed.
Was he trying to kill you? Did he want you dead today? You felt like asking him.
"What noona?" He had quit singing and was now looking at you.
Noona. that name gave you goosebumps, it reminded you of every time Jungkook got needy.
You were so lost in the nickname that you almost didn't realize you had just said "are you trying to kill me?" out loud.
"Am I trying to kill you?" He seemed confused once again, there was no way he could be acting this well.
You were practically shaking at this point, and your brain wasn't helping as it imagined him fucking you.
"Jungkook, I need you. Now."
That was enough for him to leap up from the bed and dash over to where you stood, remove your towel, and press your back against the wall before getting on his knees on the floor in front of you.
It was as if he was trained with the way he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and dove his face right into your pussy.
You felt like you could cum in seconds with how passionately his tongue ran through your folds and teased at your clit. The visual of him on his knees for you, eyes shut, his little bun moving with his head felt like heart stopping poison.
You were moaning loudly, you couldn't even control it, his own moans of satisfaction radiated through you from between your legs.
Once his eyes peered up at you from between your legs, through the strands that fell from his toes up hair, you felt your vision go white and washed out as your orgasm swept through you.
When you were done, he was sure to hang onto your weak body with a hand as he stood.
He had freed himself by unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them down so fast that you almost didn't catch it.
He tugged at your legs and pressed you harder into the wall as he lifted them around his hips. He reached between you and effortlessly pushed himself slowly into your messy wet core with a groan.
"Was wondering-" he gave a hard thrust making your body bounce upwards just a little "when you'd give in."
He had known the whole time what he was doing to you all along looking like that.
genre/components: fluff // jungkook, your adorable fuck buddy, was ready to give his favorite white shirt up if you looked that good in it all the time
Jungkook never liked people touching his things. There was a system as to how he arranged and wore his things, a very organized system, which could be shattered by a single tilt to the equilibrium if anyone were to touch any of it.
In other words, he just really fucking hated people touching his things.
When he was five, he’d keep the ninja turtle figurines from the playroom all to himself, hiding them from the other kids, who incessantly cried, and earning an earful from the teacher (in his defense, she only hated him because Jungkook never got the math questions right). The pet peeve carried on to adulthood, to his four years in college. It was even more difficult to avoid getting irked by such a small detail when he was living with a handful of guys who had no sense of personal space, especially Taehyung who loved to “borrow” his underwear. Then again life had its way of changing the winds of his courses.
For one, living in a frat house was something he never pictured himself doing. Let alone, joining a frat at all. The frat he was in (thankfully) was smaller and directed more towards finding career pathways for those interested in professionally pursuing music and performance. Though, it was easy to doubt that mission statement when you saw the shenanigans that happened in the house (there was that one incident with Namjoon, a cat, and a jukebox on the roof). And not to mention the ridiculous house parties.
Aside from being part of a tight-knit brotherhood, he never thought he’d be one to do casual, though undeniably satisfying, hookups either. He always pictured himself settling down with one person, keeping it low key and mellow, and staying with them until he popped the big question. But college was a different battlefield altogether. Nobody had a set plan, and neither did he. Turns out, he was more than happy to sate his hormones with quick drunk fucks. Well, in his case, it turned out to be multiple nights with the same ‘one night stand’.
To sum it up, Jungkook had become your go-to fuck buddy.
fic type: social media au, some parts will be written
status: ongoing
synopsis: your best friend is getting married and she chose you as her maid of honor. the catch? the groom’s best man that seems to sleep around, annoy you, and attract you.
disclaimer: time stamps on pics won’t be accurate with the story because i always seem to forget to change those sorry lol
profiles
— taehyung’s group
— y/n’s group
parts
— prologue
— part one
— part two
— part three
— part four
— part five
taglist is open!
btw, this is my first smau lmao please be kind y’all
i’m aria! i’m not new to the world of fanfiction but i made this account specifically for bts!
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✳ genre: enemies to lovers, college au, crack, fluff, humor, lighthearted
✳ warnings: explicit language
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SYNOPSIS: kim taehyung is so painfully cliché. popular, godly looks, a casanova reputation, and yet adored by everyone. everyone but you, of course. he knew your secret and it allowed him to constantly have his way with you. with your banter-laced exchanges, everyone knew you two did not get along. but what happens when you find out that this "bad boy" is secretly a cinnamon roll? even better, a bad boy who bakes them.
summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.
pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth
genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut
words: 2.2k
chapter warnings: nothing really, some cussing? but it’s supposed to be a soft, fun christmas ending
notes: I LOVE YOU ALL 🥺 thanks so much for sticking with me thru this fic. all your kind words mean so much to me! i’m most likely going to start acquainted this weekend or early next week, so please be on the look out for that! we’ll be on a wild, messy ride for that one 🤪 i will also post some drabbles for this in the near future and take requests, but will let you know when i’ll start taking those! ENJOY!
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Waking up to the sun beaming into your room, you smiled to yourself feeling Taehyung’s arm wrapped around your torso, his naked body pressed against yours. You stretched a bit, careful not to do too much to wake him, but you realized he awoken with the way his fingers lightly brushed your skin and thumb drew light circles on your ribs.
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It had been weeks since you’d heard from Taehyung. Properly, that is.
He hadn’t contacted you much since you had allowed him to come over. Two weeks had already passed, but you were still encompassed with absolute mortification that you’d allowed him, your best friend, to have sex with you. What were you going to do?
Part of you was honestly happy that you hadn’t seen or really spoken to him since that night. The other part of you, however, was crushed. He was your best friend. Shouldn’t he have at least stayed and talked it out with you? Or at least made an effort to discuss what was going to happen after?
You hadn’t tried to get in touch over this issue, either, you supposed. You chalked it up to the ache you still felt whenever you thought of that night; of your messy sheets and your dirtied pink vibrator, which you had thrown into a drawer and slammed shut, not taking it out since.
✳ genre: enemies to lovers, college au, crack, fluff, humor, lighthearted
✳ warnings: explicit language
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SYNOPSIS: kim taehyung is so painfully cliché. popular, godly looks, a casanova reputation, and yet adored by everyone. everyone but you, of course. he knew your secret and it allowed him to constantly have his way with you. with your banter-laced exchanges, everyone knew you two did not get along. but what happens when you find out that this "bad boy" is secretly a cinnamon roll? even better, a bad boy who bakes them.
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader
word count: 5.1k
genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l
warnings: angst
A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness! Thank you all for sticking with this story and these characters <3
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PART TEN (FINAL)
Jungkook wasn’t looking for you when he finally found you that day on campus. He had just come from the student services building, leaving the meeting with his counselor feeling somewhat content. He had officially changed his major to digital communications and multimedia. He never would have done it if it weren’t for you making him feel like he could, of course.
It had a full week since break had ended, and he felt like he was in hell, knowing you were somewhere nearby on campus, but not knowing whether or not you’d want to see him yet. If ever.
He had just finished buying his lunch and was heading to find a table to sit outside when he finally saw you.
You looked just as lovely as he remembered you, your hair braided prettily with your torso bundled up tight in your oversized jacket. You always hated the cold weather, he remembered.
You weren’t by yourself, though, Yara and Taehyung sat with you, laughing amongst themselves. The three of you together looked so normal that before he could stop himself; he found himself walking over to your table, his heart in his throat.
“Hey, guys.”
All conversation came to a halt, the three students turning to face the cautious frat boy, looking familiar yet different all the same.
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!
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PART FOUR
“Ouch! Watch it, Yara! You’re stabbing me!”
Yara released her grip from the striped material of your sweater, letting it fall back down against your torso.
“I’m sorry… Is your personal tailoring experience not luxurious enough? Did you want some sparkling water? Some Crystal Light, perhaps?” The petite girl quipped, eyes narrowing.
You pressed your lips together, holding back the snarky remark that was wanting to come out from between them. You really weren’t in any position to complain. Yara had gone to the trouble of coming up with both your and Jungkook’s costumes, not to mention the fact that she was missing her scheduled viewing of Saved By The Bell just to help you get ready — truly honorable act on her part.
Shutting the pair of scissors with a sharp snip, your best friend placed them down onto the bathroom sink decisively, clearly satisfied with the holes she had carved into your oversized red and green sweater.
“What do you think? I can smear some more brown eyeshadow on the sweater if you want.”
Turning towards the mirror, you let your eyes fall over Yara’s handwork.
When Yara said you were going to be Freddie Krueger you should have expected that there would be no half-assing on her part. Jungkook was right in his assessment that the two of you were similar. Yara, although sometimes indolent, was absolutely unstoppable when she set her mind to something.
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
A/N: Bitchin’ is a multichapter fic, surprise!! This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and helping me with Yara’s character overall.
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PART ONE
12:16 pm.
The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today’s lab was going to totally suck.
You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.
You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom’s blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock’s sound.
You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.
Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.
Wicked.
“Good afternoon, everyone.” Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. “I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn’t wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you’re particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel.”
A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.
“No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–”
The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone’s attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.
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