#maybe im still reeling from jjk

[arahabakix]

the only saving grace of the new episode was the old man yaoi i am sorry but i have never been this disappointed by a bsd episode in my time as a fan like genuinely wtf am i supposed to feel about this?

[latetaektalk]

love to hate you | jjk [vii, preview]

“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”

— genre: sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: estimated 100k for the series, 1618 for this preview

— warnings: none for this preview

— playlist: to be added

— a/n: hi. im here to deliver a new chapter and banner for my favourite two idiots. im thankful to everyone for waiting so incredibly patiently and being so nice. i hope this snippet can satisfy you guys until the actual chapter drops (10k+ so far) !! oh and for anyone who might have forgotten the timeline of the story, the characters are stuck in December!!

— find it here

“Is everyone going home for Christmas?” Namjoon asked, wiping his mouth before grabbing his glass of wine, holding it up to his lips, speaking into it. “I know Kook is for sure.”

Jungkook nodded. “Got me there.”

And even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling and more than excited to go back home. He squeezed your hand, and you could tell he did so unconsciously. You squeezed back, happy for him that he was happy.

“Oh, right, I’ve been meaning to ask!” Jimin gasped, turning rather dramatically towards you. You blinked, unsure of what was about to spill from his lips.

“Is it true that you’re going back home with Kook, Y/N?” 

What?

Everyone turned to you, Chaeyoung raising her brow at you because were you? You stared back at her, mouth opened and closing because no, right? You weren’t, or were you? Your eyes lifted to Jungkook, and he had that same look on his face. Neither of you knew what to say or do. This wasn’t something you had discussed. And why would you have? It’d be ridiculous to assume that you’d be going back home with Jungkook to meet his parents for Christmas.

“Uh-?”

“I’m just asking because Kook’s parents have been asking me if I knew if he’s actually gonna bring you,” Jimin continued, shrugging. And maybe you would have focused on how much you wanted to strangle him right now and needed him to shut up if your mind wasn’t reeling from the fact that Jungkook seemed to have not only told his parents about your existence but also that you would be spending Christmas with them.

What?

“Okay, yeah, no, wait,” Jungkook interjected, a clear panic in his voice, turning fully to you. “I can explain.”

You blankly stared at him, unable to even make a single sound. He dug a hand through his hair, looking even more panicked the longer you said nothing.

“So, uh, my brother saw my posts and stories online and might have told my parents… that I’m dating you. And so they’ve been really curious and asking about you a lot, and it was a little annoying, so I just told them that I might bring you around for Christmas to shut them up. But—” He held out his hand as if to get ahead of you saying anything. “—I didn’t promise them anything. I just said it to get them off my back, you know?”

You continued staring at him, unsure of how to react or what to say because well, you hadn’t thought that either of your parents were ever going to get involved in any shape or form. You hadn’t even played with the idea of telling your parents. And why would you? All of this was fake! A ruse, so Jungkook could win his stupid bet!

“It wasn’t planned, or anything, okay? I wasn’t going to tell them about you-”

“You weren’t?” Jimin blurted out, brows pinching together. He seemed to have lost all ability to read the room, just a glass or two of wine enough to dull his brain. “Ow-!”

He glared at Taehyung, rubbing his arm. It still wasn’t enough to shut him up however. 

“What was that for? I’m just saying I’m a little surprised that Jungkook, the definition of a mama’s and papa’s boy, was planning on keeping his girlfriend a secret when he hasn’t shut up about Y/N for months-”

“No, wait it’s not like that,” Jungkook quickly scrambled, gesturing wildly. “It’s just that my parents, you know, can get a little much. And, I don’t know-”

His sentence didn’t find an end, and Jimin seemed to just take that as a sign to go on, 

“Didn’t Narae meet-”

“Okay, how about you finish your food, huh?” Taehyung interrupted, taking Jimin’s fork and picking up a big piece of meat before shoving it into his mouth. Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged glances, cringing. Yoongi lowered his head, and Jennie slid down on her seat. Chaeyoung looked at you with big empathetic eyes and Jisoo even gave your hand a squeeze. 

If there was anything genuine between you, this would have been devastating. Luckily, there wasn’t. So it couldn’t hurt. And yet, your heart felt like it was bleeding in your chest, a dagger shoved in, a dagger with Jungkook’s name. He was staring holes into you, but you couldn’t look at him, settling on the edge of the table instead. You weren’t hurt. You weren’t hurt that Narae with her perfect smile and manicured nails and beautiful hair and glossy lips got to meet his parents and you didn’t. It didn’t bother you at all! That was what you told yourself at least. Because you couldn’t possibly be hurt. Not when your relationship was transactional and just an act. And yet, to your misery, you were hurt, deeply. You hated it, how you weren’t all that unbothered as you wanted and more importantly, should be. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts though when you saw the glare Hoseok was looking at Jungkook with. It dawned on you how awful all of it had to sound to your friends then. Narae, who never even was Jungkook’s official girlfriend, got to meet his parents, but you, who was officially (at least to them) his girlfriend, he not only didn’t want to introduce to them but also planned on keeping a secret?

“Oh my God, you guys!” you laughed, loud and light, like it was all so very dumb and stupid. With a big swoop, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand on the table, hoping no one saw the shake in your fingers. Everyone looked at you.

“You’re misunderstanding. We had agreed from the beginning that we should take it a little slower, and not tell everyone immediately. I knew he wasn’t going to tell his parents. I told him not to.” You put on your most convincing smile, swallowing the knot in your throat, hoping desperately it was enough. Everyone was looking at you, and you looked right back at them, at everyone except for Jungkook. Your vision almost blurred, hazy at the edges, feeling your composure threaten to slip.

“It’s nothing.”

There was a slight shake in your voice, the tiniest of a waver. You couldn’t tell if your friends noticed, their faces unreadable to you. A moment of silence stretched across the room, the food long forgotten about. In the end, it was slightly tipsy Jimin, the one who started it all, to break the awkwardness.

“Okay, well, do I text them… yes or-?”

You wondered if Jimin was this stupid, or trying to put you through hell on purpose. His question made Taehyung next to him sigh and shake his head, lips pressed together as he stared daggers into the older one.

“What?” Jimin whispered, offended. Maybe you should have taken the wine from him sooner. 

You looked at Jungkook finally. He didn’t seem to have an answer at all, his eyes big and wide like a child’s. There was something in them that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It almost seemed like he wanted you to agree, say yes, of course, you’d meet his parents. You had to be imagining it. As quickly as it had come, you squashed the thought.

It was up to you. The decision was in your hands. Everyone was waiting for your answer. Jungkook would have to go with whatever you were saying, whether or not he liked it. 

A lot of it was probably spite, spite that Narae met them already and you hadn’t. And how would it look if you weren’t there when Jungkook inevitably made a post about being back home with his family and you weren’t there in the pictures? What would Narae think? You could already see a backhanded Instagram story in front of your eyes, how there was trouble in paradise. It was something you wouldn’t put past her at all, seeing as she had done so before, posting just an hour after Jungkook celebrated your one month anniversary about how cringe some couples could be. Anyone doubting your relationship might just lead to Taehyung doubting your relationship and then to Jungkook losing his bet and all of this would have been for nothing. That couldn’t happen, right? You had to do something against it!

“They probably won’t stop bothering you until you tell them yes, right?” 

You tried your hardest to sound casual, nonchalant, chill as some might say. This was no big deal, you told yourself.

It wasn’t what Jungkook had expected. He thought you’d give some roundabout answer that in the end summarised that you needed to keep things slow and easy. But you agreed. You were going to meet his parents. He searched for something in your features, anything to tell him how you genuinely felt about it. He was trying to read you, but it was like he had the wrong dictionary. 

“If that’s alright with you-” Maybe it was to hit the nail on the head, finish it off, you couldn’t say. But the urge was strong right then, just once to say it. “—babe?”

You turned to him and looked at him almost confidently. It was both your face and the pet name, but Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, now you were going to call him babe. A grin spread across his lips.

“Okay, yeah.” He held your hand firmer and tighter. “I’d be more than happy for you to meet my parents. They’d be thrilled.”

He was a great liar. It sounded oh so very genuine.

You squeezed his hand and turned to Jimin. “I guess you can text them I’m going.”

find it here!!

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Earlier today, my sis and I tried thinking if terrifed teach was an anime, who would be the vas

We came up with:

Justin Cook (Kirishima [BNHA]) for Hijita

Justin Tindle (Karama [AssClass]) for Sano

J. Michael Tatum for Miki

Jonah Scott for Hatanaka

Landon McDonald (Ranpo [BSD]) for Akira (maybe, he was a hard one to pick)

Christopher Sabat (All Might [BNHA]) for The Principal

Kaiji Tang (Gojo [JJK]) for Karasuma

Luci Christian (Uraraka [BNHA]) for Kuniko

and then we got stuck

asgdsgafgdsf this isnt even putting the cart before the horse anymore this is fully loading the cart and building a stable before the horse

tbh. i dont watch dub anime so idk VAs (but also idk japanese VAs either. VAs just arent a thing i pay attention to in general really) but i have some free time so i guess ill look up some demo reels and give opinions on the ones i have any opinions on

(and find out that all the VAs i do know are from genshin)

Justin Cook (Kirishima [BNHA]) for Hijita

tbh i barely know any of the characters this guy voices. i guess its fine

wait actually. i know EXACTLY who should do hijita. max mittelman. that guy is so good

Austin Tindle (Karma [AssClass]) for Sano

shitttt ur right sano is kinda karma he's just less smug about it

oh what this guy also voiced kaneki i think i actually watched TG in dub back in the day

J. Michael Tatum for Miki

oh shit this is pantalone from genshin hell yeah

Jonah Scott for Hatanaka

JONAH SCOTT FRIEND OF DRAWFEE???

ok jonah cool and all but i have an actual opinion here. corey landis. the guy who voices welt in honkai star rail. i think he would fit hatanaka

Landon McDonald (Ranpo [BSD]) for Akira

too high pitched i think. takahashis voice gotta be low and sexy but also deranged (sanest takahashi liker)

consider: sean durrie (baizhu genshin)

Christopher Sabat (All Might [BNHA]) for The Principal

the characters this guy voices are all so gung ho the principal is more refined i'd like to think. and tired

have u considered. keith silverstein (zhongli genshin) (am i just typecasting yohaji chars to genshin chars at this point? perhaps)

now if i was a deranged person i would suggest the stanley parable narrator. thankfully i am a normal person so i would never say that

Kaiji Tang (Gojo [JJK]) for Karasuma

honestly? u know who would fit ranmaru? ranpos VA. landon mcdonald

Luci Christian (Uraraka [BNHA]) for Kuniko

ok going into this i already had an idea for kuniko. lilypichu. she would fit.

Alejandro Saab for Fuji

ah yes i see this guy on twitter all the time

my first thought was his voice is Too deep but then i heard his performance as miyamura and yeah i guess i can see it

Aaron Dismuke for Ogoso

idk i cant really see it but also idk what kind of voice would suit ogoso

and while we're on the topic of VAs anyway

kaeya's VA would totally fit ebisu

venti's voice but higher would fit mame

since jjk was mentioned: i always thought i could only recognise 1 jp VA (hiroshi kamiya, because araragi). i now know i actually know 2 because i was watching the new jjk and geto talked and i had to do a double take and still cant unhear reigen

the things i would do for amaaki to be voiced by hiroshi kamiya. i can only dream. or seimei but i think seimei is meant to have the same voice as haru. i think?

i have thought long and hard abt what harus eng voice should sound like. idk lol theres no genshin character i can typecast him onto. but i think max mittelman could do it too this man has sold me on him forever with his performance as itto i believe he has the range to do anything

tbh im like the worst person to discuss anime VAs with LOL the types of voicework i like is like. stanley parable narrator. superliminal glenn pierce. the beginners guide davey. getting over it monologue. (....honkai star rail welt)

[ajdrawshq]

so like im still super tired rn but i still wanna share that

1. my nephew commented on my kh3 shirt and told me abt how he got stuck at what i assume is the boss at kingdom of corona (understandable, that one can be a bitch to fight)

2. he then proceeded to "omoe wa mo shinderu" at me 2 seconds after

[alolowrites]

Emergency Contact

Summary: Accidents happen all the time and sometimes they happen for a reason. As Porco recovers from his motorcycle injuries, he receives a visit from the last person he expected to see—you.           

Author’s Note: Hello, hello, helloooooo!!! How’s everyone doing? Me? Just dying from work and trying to vibe through life, what’s new lmaooo. I’m here with a new fic and it’s my second for AOT :D Very excited for season 4 part 2 to drop next year. I’ve only watched the anime but i kinda spoiled myself with Porco (asjakdjashd) oh well. I just know that he...yea. that’s all im gonna say. 

I’m hoping to expand to other fandoms like JJK and maybe work on another BNHA story but baby steps first. Story was inspired by a scene I saw on Jane the Virgin and my mind just rolled with it. Hope y’all enjoy! 

Word Count: 1.2K

“Sir, please stop moving.” 

“I told you I’m okay—ah!” 

Porco winced as a sharp pain shot from his injured midsection. The nurse gave him a knowing look, her eyebrows raised as if to say, ‘I told you so.’ Porco grunted and carefully leaned back to rest on the hospital bed. He would rather not push his luck right now, not unless he wanted to make the fresh wound worse and earn an earful from the sassy nurse as well. 

She fixed his gauze, wagging a stern finger his way. “I’ll be back, don’t move.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Porco grumbled, his eyebrows scrunched. “I’m staying my ass put, got it.”

The nurse hummed, satisfied, before walking out of the room. Once the door closed, Porco sighed and shut his eyes momentarily. How could he be so stupid? Sure, Porco felt smug, flipping off a boomer driver who cut him off on the road. But looking away almost cost him his life, violently swerving away from an oncoming car and hitting the pavement hard. 

Porco slapped one hand over his face, groaning. Someone briefly knocked on the door, and the injured man shouted, “Don’t worry, I didn’t fucking move!” 

“I sure hope you didn’t.” 

Against any reputable doctor’s—or his sassy nurse’s—advice, Porco sprung up straight, hissing loudly at his mistake. Yet, he fought through the pain and gritted out your name as though it was his lifeline. You ran to his side with concerned eyes. Porco almost jumped as he felt your gentle hand supporting him, the touch unlocking memories he pushed away months ago. 

As the discomfort subsided, Porco stared at you. “What are you doing here?” 

“The hospital called me,” you answered, pulling the chair by his bedside. Not once did you let go of him as you sat down. “Apparently, I’m still your emergency contact, so...”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

A pregnant silence fell between you both. You realized your hand still cradled Porco's shoulder and slowly slipped it away, ignoring how he tensed a bit. His heavy gaze soaked in your presence, almost as if he was trying to figure out whether you were real or not. The nurse didn’t say anything about a head injury. However, the loud pounding he felt was his heart that nearly burst out his chest when you finally looked at him, your eyes warm yet bashful. They reeled Porco in as he remembered how absolutely breathtaking they were. 

“You look like shit,” you joked, breaking the ice. 

Porco cracked a slight grin. “Feel like it, too.” 

Both of you shared a laugh, the awkwardness melting away in the room. A familiar sense of comfort hung in the air, which made you relaxed. It was like old times again. You leaned back against the chair, shaking your head at him. He hadn’t changed one bit. 

“I swear, you were always so reckless,” you said, teasing him a bit. “I’m surprised it took you this long to get into a motorcycle accident.”

It was true, though. Porco enjoyed living a bit dangerously with his bike, speeding through the empty streets with his crisp leather jacket and heavy combat boots. Whenever he took you on a midnight ride, your arms wrapped tightly around him so you wouldn’t fall over. You clung to Porco for dear life, finding comfort with him. 

You felt his tensed muscles hiding underneath his black v-neck shirt, the same ones you always traced with your fingertips before drifting off to sleep. Your nose—pressed closely against his jacket—caught the intense scent of smoky auger wood with a hint of ginger spice that was overwhelming yet comforting. It reeled you in without fail, and you greedily took another sniff, a warm feeling spreading throughout your body. 

Porco’s hearty laughs ripped through the air; he loved feeling you so close to him. You knew he did this on purpose, especially when he sped through the yellow lights like a racer trying to reach the finish line. He revved the engine that roared like a wild lion, and you squealed, your heart pounding throughout the night. 

You cherished those memorable rides even more, the faint smile creeping on your face. 

“Hey, I’m a pretty decent driver!” Porco scoffed and unconsciously scooted closer, smirking. “Besides, you never complained whenever I gave you a ride.”

“Well, you were my free ride home.”

“That’s all I was to you, huh?” Porco murmured playfully, his mind reminiscing those happy moments; he missed them so much that riding his bike wasn’t the same. Without thinking, Porco reached for your hand and caressed his thumb across your knuckles, confessing, “I wish I still was.”

You stared at Porco, mouth slightly agape and heart beating so uncontrollably that you were sure the patient monitor picked it up. There was no sense of hesitation or regret in his words, only truth. They rang through your head as his hazel eyes, burning with unwavering determination, sent a shiver down your spine. Even as Porco laid in bed, all battered and bruised, he pushed the pain aside to make his feelings loud and clear.

He wanted you by his side again.

You smiled faintly. “I wish you still were, too.”

“Wait, really—ah!” 

“Porco!” 

“I’m fine.” You shot him an unconvincing look. Porco leaned back on the pillows again, his eyes filled with a dash of hope. “But do you mean it? Are we...gonna give us a chance again?”

“I want to try.”

“Good, ‘cause the rides were getting lonely without you,” Porco grinned, surprising you with a sweet kiss. Your heart fluttered, melting into the kiss that brimmed with warmth and adoration—a heavenly feeling that ignited an old flame you thought had perished for good. 

He pulled away, whispering, “I’ll always need you with me, okay? Always.”  

“Me too.”

“Ahem.” 

Both your heads snapped toward the doorway. The sassy nurse stood there, arms crossed, like a proud friend who helped orchestrate your lovely reunion. She strolled inside, the stethoscope dangling around her neck and badge swaying by her hip. 

“I hate to interrupt your private moment, but,” she tapped her watch with an apologetic smile, “visiting hours are over. He’ll be ready for discharge tomorrow.”

You nodded. “Oh, thank you.”

“Would you like us to call you with the number listed on the emergency contact file?” 

“Yes, that’s fine.” You turned to Porco and squeezed his hand. “Feel better, okay?”

“I don’t know, you’re leaving me here, so…” 

“It’s only one night, Pock.” 

You froze, shocked at how his nickname slipped out so naturally. Porco shot you a shit-eating grin, basking in the glorious sound that was like music to his ears. Screw the bland pain medication; he would rather have the doctor prescribe him this for his recovery instead. 

You rolled your eyes before leaving the room. Porco sighed to himself—he already missed you. But he wasn’t completely alone yet. He felt the nurse’s stare and looked up to see her lips pursed together as if she caught him red-handed. 

“What?” 

“You moved, didn’t ya?”  

“It was an accident—ah!”

Porco stayed still for the rest of the night and eventually drifted off to sleep with the most peaceful smile gracing his lips for the first time in months.

Thank you for reading :D 

[ppersonna]

right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine.  i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too.   thanks to @ladyartemesia​ and @taetaewonderland​ and @chimoona​ and @sombreboy​ for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

 This request was  “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you.  He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship.  You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.  

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly.  “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.  

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book.  Jungkook doesn't stop staring.  His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath.  You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun.  “Could you help me lotion up my back?  I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing.  You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far.  But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on.  You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman. 

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.  

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so.  You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body.  Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks.  You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you.  The skin of your body drives him crazy.  You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you.  Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch. 

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life.  His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.  

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side.  “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens.  You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom. 

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds. 

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit. 

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?”  He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips. 

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair.  Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.  

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock. 

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?” 

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation.  Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean. 

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.” 

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.  

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts. 

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster. 

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back. 

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”  

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air. 

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face.   But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by. 

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more. 

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.” 

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release. 

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white. 

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you.  You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard. 

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole. 

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him.  He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity. 

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”  

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts.  You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh. 

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.” 

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp. 

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

[wwilloww]

I’M SCREAMINGGGG I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT LIL GIF INSPIRED ALL OF THIS!!!! Ok first of all, how in the seven hells did Namjoon just “get a house in the mountains”??? But also, who am I to resist??? The whole interaction with Hoseok has me soft… like it’s so sweet and a lil spicey?? And I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks these two are a lil… too close. The fact that they’re getting the master suite and a whole ass bed to cuddle on has me reeling. My hamster brain can’t stop thinking “ISN’T

(spoilers for Sh. after the cut :)

lcksndkys said:

THIS A JJK FIC?!” HAHAH “Do you know what lies behind this door?... J-hope’s hot body!... Aren’t you curious?” I’M CRYING I CAN’T WITH YOU RN WILLOW!!! The way I nearly dropped my phone on my face reading this scene, I blame you!!! Def one of the highlights of this piece!! Honestly, what a perfect way to work that dialogue in the story. Well done!! Ok, but I have to mention the JK hoverbot 3000. He way he’s quietly trying to keep close to her throughout the night even when she went to go change with Hobi has me thinking. JK must’ve been quietly pining for her for a while now?? He must’ve watched her be handsy with Hobi for so long without letting his jealousy show. And I wonder if the quarantine kinda like… broke him? Like… he’s finally fed up with being passed over. I get the feeling she may be older or simply more mature than him since he said she’s always so good at taking care of them. And the part where she’s settling into his arms and realizes something feels different. “There’s a quiet kind of confidence to him that you hadn’t noticed before. An ability to sit still and silently and find comfort in that. God, it’s sexy.” Maybe she hasn’t seen him “as a man” in the past or something so he just stuffed his feelings down?? Ah, you’ve done too good of a job giving us just enough detail to their relationships, but not enough to get the whole picture! And the moment I’ve been waiting for… JungCOCK. “He has a boner from a car chase.” Sweetie, I don’t think cars inspired that erection HAHA the whole time she’s waxing poetic over his sweatpants boner, I’m hearing WAP playin in the background. I’m still cackling over her trying to quench her thirst with water cus I know firsthand that don’t do shiiiiiiiiit. And I cannot believe JK’s just nonchalantly walking around with his giant pussy destroyer dangling in his pants. “It’s a pretty little complement to have someone you like wanna suck your dick.” YES, im 10/10 sure he absolutely has been quietly pining over her and that thought makes my heart stutter a lil. “His hand glides up his chest to rub at his collar bone. His signature nervous tick.”  I love little details like this, makes JK feel so real to me. The way he asks if she’s willing to let him kiss her and how she asks to touch him tho had me SWOOOOOONING. I am a hoe for consent!! And I always find it so sexy when incorporated into smut. “Just by pulling slightly at the band of his sweatpants, the head of his cock pokes up, caught between the fabric and his torso.” Had me choking (unfortunately not on JK’s cock)!!! God, the sex was so hot and they haven’t even finished!! That cliffhanger had me shook. Like JK is balls deep… is Jimin joining them or??? They gonna move it into the bedroom? They gonna completely stop? Which boys know of JK’s feelings for her? Is there gonna be angst? Ah I’m excited to see this story unfold!!! I feel so honored that you chose to write something based off my submission!!! Like… I can’t put it into words how pleasantly surprised I am!! Pls know I appreciate you SO MUCH and respect your talent more than you know!! I hope you are well!! Pls accept all my love!

DEAR GOD MY LOVELY FRIEND 😭 Why is there water on my face? Why are my eyes wet? 

Who are you even?!? Like who are you that you can just COME IN HERE with these beautiful, long ass asks and fill my inbox and heart up with love?!?!?! WHO said you could do that?!?!?! 

But in all seriousness, I can’t tell you how freaking excited I am whenever I see your name pop up in my notifications. Your messages are so thoughtful and full and kind - and reading them makes me feel like I’m not just some rando on the internet throwing together “dick” and “cock” and “thrusting” and hitting the post button. 

I’ve seen how you also take the time out of your day to go and support and encourage other writers here on tumblr and I just wanna say thank you thank you thank you. The detail and love in these messages create one of the most encouraging experiences I’ve had on this site. All that to say I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. 

And not to spoil anything (oh god imma have to be careful) but I’ve had this idea for a story running around my head since June or so - I’ve tried writing it a couple times but nothing quite clicked. And then you sent in this ask last week and my mind went REELING. It seems that all this story needed was a visualization of an unfortunate boner. (God, now that that’s written out, I’m not very impressed with myself 😂) So, please, give yourself a pat on the back for getting this story up and running!!! And also, don’t hesitate to send in whatever image or thought or prediction that strikes your fancy, because who knows, it might just end up in the next chapter. 

You, my little inspiration machine, are a precious being and I appreciate you so much. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[gukyi]

we were. | jjk

⇒ summary: not all once upon a time’s have happily ever after’s.

⇒ breakup!au

⇒ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇒ word count: 1.5k

⇒ genre: angst

⇒ warnings: n/a

⇒ a/n: i’m in such a jungkook mood lately tbh. i swear im not swerving tho. requested by anon!

Jungkook loves you.

He loves the way your eyes scrunch up when you laugh at one of the jokes he makes, no matter how awful they may be. He loves how you always try to beat him at his favorite video games, and how you pummel him with the throw pillows on your couch when he lets you win. He loves how you dance in the car when you’re taking long road trips, not caring who looks into the window from the highway lane next to you. He loves everything about you, everything that makes you one-of-a-kind, unadulterated and wonderful and his.

There’s always been something drawing him to you. Some enchanting aura Jungkook swears is the work of witches, because how can someone like you have so much magic at the tip of their fingers, sparks flying with each move of their hand? How can someone hide so many secrets behind those hooded lids of theirs, only to reveal a galaxy in their irises the second they meet his eyes? Jungkook swore he’d never fall for someone like you, someone that makes him think it’s safe to fall, that the pain is worth the pleasure, but that’s you.

He should have never trusted Namjoon when he told him he’s got a “friend that he might like”, never agreed to showing up to one of his riffraff house parties and seen you lounging against his beige walls. He should have turned the other way, left the apartment and gone home. He should have pretended not to notice you, sticking to the group of friends he feels comfortable with, but there’s no escaping you, not in his dreams, not in his nightmares.

Perhaps it’s a good thing that Jungkook can’t get you out of his mind, because that’s what leads him back, that’s what makes him ask if you’ll be at Namjoon’s next house party. It’s what gets him to muster up the courage to ask for you number, suggest a first date that has his insides churning at the sight of your smile.

It’s all a sign, he thinks, how you pull him in and don’t let him leave. That first date goes remarkably well, better than any other first date he’s had. Or maybe it’s just because of you that he enjoys it, how you keep his head spinning and his mind reeling and his heart thumping with every syllable uttered from your voice, every soft move of your fingers. It’s electrifying, being with you. He’s never had so many of his nerves feel like they’re aflame, never felt such a rush of energy in his life when your hand subtly brushes against his. It’s clear you feel the attraction too, and Jungkook feels like he’s on fire.

One date turns into two, turns into three, turns into seven, and Jungkook has never had so much fun in his life. You keep him on his toes in the best way possible, always arriving at his door with a surprise up your sleeve. You’ve got places to be, people to meet, things to see. He’s never met someone so dynamic, so popular in every aspect of their life, and it makes him wonder how he got lucky enough to catch your eye, pique your interest.

Suddenly the two of you are an item, a couple, and people expect you to show up together. They treat you like you’re meant to be together, and for a brief second, Jungkook looks at your interlocked hands and how his jacket rests upon your shoulders, and he thinks that too.

“Good choice, right?” Namjoon asks him one day, nudging Jungkook in the side as he slides up next to him. Jungkook’s attention is hardly directed towards him, instead focused on you across the room, mingling with some other folks Jungkook doesn’t talk to much.

“Yeah, I guess.” Jungkook shrugs, but a fond smile overtakes his face when you turn to him, waving your hand with this obscenely adorable grin on your face.

“I know what I’m talking about,” Namjoon says, and he may as well be patting himself on the back at this point. “I had a feeling that you’d like Y/N.”

“You know me so well, hyung,” Jungkook jokes.

“I do,” Namjoon nods, but it’s a lie.

Things fall apart, and what goes up must always come back down. Gravity has its ways, and they are much stronger than the power of love. Gravity, like you, is inescapable.

It starts when you move in. Everyone was telling him that it was the next step in your relationship, the next move to make to bring you closer together instead of steering you apart, but no one told him that there was something different about seeing someone all hours of the day and living with them. It’s called the honeymoon for a reason, because even the moon will fade eventually.

Jungkook should have never trusted Namjoon.

There is something so foreign about seeing your clothes in his closet, seeing your jeans mixed amongst his own on the floor of his, he means, your bedroom. It’s new and it’s different, just like you are in his life, but Jungkook should have known. He’s never liked change.

There’s something disrupting, how you don’t wash the dishes thoroughly enough like he does, how you mix up where the plates and the bowls go, not caring about where you leave your coffee mug overnight. How you always manage to lose the remote somewhere in his couch cushions, and how it always takes fifteen minutes of whining to get it back. Your lifestyle isn’t something he’s used to. It’s not something he wants to get used to.

But he’s in love, people tell him. He’s in love, he tells himself when he’s hovering on top of you in the dark of the night, pressing his body close to yours, skin to skin and mouth to mouth, a sensation that should be exciting each time it happens, rather than obligatory. He’s in love, and love should overcome all boundaries. It’s supposed to overcome all boundaries. There is nothing stronger than the love that Jungkook swears is still in his heart. Because at the end of the day, when you are curled up in bed together and Jungkook can finally let his mind rest, he’s at peace and he’s in love.

He’s in love, he swears to himself like it’s a fucking mantra. This is what love is, he thinks, tired nights where there’s no electrifying spark, simple hello’s when you both come back to the apartment after a taxing weekday, blatant disregard when both of you are too worn out to say anything. This is what love is, right?

It’s not.

Jungkook realizes this when he realizes that it shouldn’t be a task to remind himself to tell you that he loves you. He realizes this when he gets more and more agitated every time you leave a dish lying around his apartment even though he’s told you countless times to just put it in the sink. He realizes this when there’s no more heart in the sex that you have, when the love is taken out of making love. He realizes this with every step you take in his apartment, because it’s his. It doesn’t feel like yours anymore.

It should be sadder than it is, saying goodbye for a final time, but it’s not. It’s watching you pack your boxes and your bags and stack them at his front door, promising that you’ve already got another place to stay, one that’s not here, and it’s wistful but nothing else. It’s a couple of tears that he sheds because he’s going to miss that feeling of love, that spark of attraction that he’s craved for so long. He doesn’t regret you, not a single bit, but you’re not the one. He just has to keep looking.

“I’ll see you around?” You ask, hopeful but obligatory, because how do you really break up with someone? What are you supposed to say, do?

Jungkook nods, a hand on the door as he slowly begins to shut it. “I’ll see you around.”

Jungkook loved the way you would always expect the unexpected, have your arms wide open for any task thrown at you. He loved the way you would sometimes steal his shampoo when yours ran out, and how you’d walk out of the bathroom smelling like him. He loved the way you’d belt out his favorite songs, memorizing all the lyrics and then the rhythm, too.

Jungkook loved you.

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