Tangled Thoughts | Jjk

Psyche (Ψυχή or Psykhe) was the goddess of the soul in Greek mythology and depicted as a butterfly-winged woman in the company of her husband Eros (god of love). She was also once a mortal princess whose extraordinary beauty earned the ire of Aphrodite (goddess of love) when men began turning their worship away from the goddess and towards the girl. Aphrodite commanded Eros make Psyche fall in love with the most hideous of men but instead fell in love and carried her off to his hidden palace, where he hid his true identity and told Psyche she must never gaze upon his face. However her jealous sisters tricked her into disobeying Eros which lead to him abandoning her out of rage. She searched the world for her lost love and eventually came into the service of Aphrodite who commanded her to perform a series of impossible tasks which culminated in a journey to the Underworld. Eventually Psyche reunited with Eros and the couple married in a ceremony attended by all the gods. (Elie Saab Spring 2015 Haute Couture Collection)

Before Dawn | kth.

banner by my love @kookiestarlight 🤎

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Your love for Taehyung was something you often described as as a quiet emotion. He had very quickly become a part of the oxygen you needed to breathe. In his kisses, you found the promises of realness. In his embrace, you discovered your heartbeat, for the echoes of its steady sounds always mended your broken wings. The split second before his touch, every nerve in both your body and brain was electrified. It was the anticipation of being together in a way that was more than words, in a way that was so completely tangible.

OR when Taehyung shows his appreciation for you in the early hours of Sunday and you fall in love with him all over again.

↠ genre : established relationship au, idol au, boyfriend!tae, comfort au, pwp

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : small allusions to sad feelings & anxiety, unprotected sex, female oral, fingering, breast play, making out, reader squirts, pet names, softdom!tae, praise kink, they’re both just hopelessly in love with e/o 🥺

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves! i’m back :) here is a little something that was written for the “slow motion” couple, although it can be read as a standalone! this was my first smut that i wrote & so please excuse how bad it is (i did edit it, but it’s still quite rubbish 💀) thank you to @chateautae​ & @taegularities​ who beta-read this for me at the time. thank you to @jjksblackgf​ for having a glance over it too 🤎 feedback is always appreciated & happy reading, loves! 🤎

↠ song : i wanna be yours - artic monkeys

4am.

It had to have been 4am.

Less than an hour ago, a comforting quietness fell upon you and Taehyung. The two of you spent all day together in bed, skin-to-skin having a heart-to-heart. You held him tight whilst comforting him and listening to everything he poured out of himself. Whether Taehyung made sense or not, you listened to all he had to say. After being strong for so long, he finally gave permission to his vulnerable and fragile self to come out of hiding. To seek shelter in the sanctuary of your hold. You gave him advice, helped him write down his thoughts, but most importantly you graced him with soft kisses to let him know that he’s okay and that his feelings are valid. That he’s still here and that he’s not alone.

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noona & oppa - five | jjk

noona & oppa | five: sinjae

main pairing : idol! jungkook x coffee shop owner! reader

series summary : jungkook has been your friend for quite a while now and since day one he has a crush on you. small problem, you were in a relationship, putting an end to all jungkook’s hopes. but now, months later, you broke up with your boyfriend and jungkook will do everything to make you fall in love with him.

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author’s note : after having some issues to publish pictures on tumblr, now i can manage to add them but not the way i want but since i made you wait a long time, i will post it this way. please let me know if i forgot to add you to the tag list. i hope you’ll like it 💜

tag list : @rjsmochii @kookiesjoonies @lovelieskoo @hajiraa06 @aizuwusho @getmemyfries @castlewolfsbane @euphxriajoon @sugalarity @ambersaesthetics @donghae-bae @nerdycookiemonster-1222 @lovesickggukie @hookedinto-fictionalworlds @preciouschimine @girlontheblock @soulstaes @jeonjungcoochie @lovelieskoo @ladymidnightt @sugaamykookies

if you’re not tagged, it’s because tumblr won’t let me 😕

Son Donates Part of Liver to Mom Before Mother’s Day

[Photo: Brandon Finlayson donated part of his liver to his mom, Gwen Finlayson]

A Utah mother, Gwen Finlayson, received the ultimate Mother’s Day gift. The 63-year-old mother of four was diagnosed in 1991 with autoimmune hepatitis, which is caused by the body’s immune system turning against the liver cells. Doctors warned that she would need a liver transplant in a few years, but she was able to stretch that to more than two decades. Finally, the Utah mother has been cured thanks to a part of her son’s liver and an innovative new treatment that used 3-D technology, according to reports.

Last year, she allowed doctors to put her on the transplant list. But before she found a donor, her son offered to help.

Gwen Finlayson’s son Brandon (37-year-old) donated a part of his liver to save her life. The surgery in February was the first time Utah doctors transplanted the left lobe of a living donor’s liver. They used scans of Brandon’s liver to make a 3-D printed model at Intermountain Healthcare in Salt Lake City so they could plan and practice the delicate procedure.

Doctors said that Gwen and Brandon’s livers can regenerate and should grow to about 90 percent of normal size within months. Both are recovering well after the surgery.

Sk8er Boi - 15

☼ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

☼ Genre: sm au, college au, e2l, angst, fluff, smut

『You’ve been working your whole life towards this point, senior year and preparing for the biggest ballet audition of your life. Everything has been going to plan and is absolutely perfect. Until a boy comes crashing into your life in the most spactacular way. Now you feel like everything is spiraling out of your control. Is he the problem? Or the answer you didn’t know you needed?』

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a/n: I’m so sorry the updates have been so spread out lately! Between work, school, and trying to get other stuff written as well, I’ve had very little time. But thank you for your patience and sticking around for updates! If you want to be added to the taglist for the series, just send me a message (or if you ever want to be removed)! And feel free to send me your thoughts on the au! My ask box is always open for anything else too! 💙💙

Taglist (sorry to anyone who it won’t actually tag, tumblr sucks sometimes): @theneighborhoodfangirl​, @deolly​, @preciouschimine​, @bitchpleasexx, @teresaisla​, @snickerdoodleeee​, @prdshobi​, @diorhobii​, @naajix​, @sarah-millar-x, @moonlightrose19​, @lovelyseomin​, @faeriegukkie​, @luvchim​, @crazy4myself​, @shistertina, @mipetronella​, @alexismiszczak​, @glmcre​, @thehappygrungelife​, @strawberryicecreamm, @jwlmnbt​, @loeyprivvv​, @fangirling-gallifreyan​, @super-btstrash-posts​, @dontaskshhhhh​, @bulletproofjamjar​, @salty-for-suga​, @recklessrewind

Little Mix ★ Sweet Melody ｡･:*:･ﾟ♬,｡･:*:･ﾟ♪

make you mine · jjk (m)

➵ summary; your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

main masterlist · mym tag · mym jk photo · playlist

pairing; jock!jungkook x f. reader

word count; 37.8k

rating; 18+

content; college au + friends to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, making out, groping, grinding, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, food play, slightly dom!jk, multiple orgasms, so. much. sex., soft shit bc it’s the mym couple <3

a/n; i cannot believe mym is finally here !! this is my proudest piece of work and it is my precious baby so please please give it a LOT of love <3 all sorts of feedback is greatly appreciated and i cannot wait to hear what y’all think of it!! reblog, comment and tell me your thoughts and i will be the happiest person alive thank youuuu ENJOY <3333

ALSO A BIG ASS SHOUTOUT TO @kookingtae​ FOR HELPING ME WITH BASICALLY THIS WHOLE FIC <333 ur the best and ily thank you sososo much!!

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Navy Blue by @aroseforyoongi complete hybrid au, smut, angst, tw abuse summary: You live in a world where having a hybrid is normal. Your best friend Taehyung has his own cat hybrid named Yoongi, and while the pair may seem like total opposites, their bond is obvious. You begin to consider getting one to have as a companion to come home to. You could never anticipate just how important will become to you.

(not) best friends 2 lovers by @hansolmates complete fluff, angst (just a little), college aui summary; you’re on the other end of the spectrum, watching jiyu constantly pine over her best friend jeon jungkook. tvtropes lore guarantees that eventually, jungkook will grow to love his best friend back... right? a different take on the bff in love with boy BUT the drabbles are also to die for :))

angel's trumpet by hansolmates complete angst, fluff, alternate universes, idol au summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.

popular-ish by hansolmates complete fwb2l, smut, angst summary; you are way out of jungkook’s league. or is it the other way around? just go & read op's whole masterlist tbfh

Fallin Skies by @fortunexkookie complete angst, e2f2l, smut, fluff summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her twin, Jungkook, was something else entirely. read this story over at ao3 and dude the angst is so good the story lives rent-free in my head :))

Re:untitled I II III IV by @to-star-lake complete arranged marriage, smut, angst, fluff summary: you & jjk are in a marriage starting of with misunderstandings and living separate lives :) (sry for the shitty summary lmfao couldn't find the op's)

ego by @suga-kookiemonster on going college au, smut, lil fluff, lil angst, f2l summary: what's a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn't quite so sweet and innocent? well he's a grown-ass man, and you're about to learn that the hard way. read it read it read it read it read it one of my fav favs for sure

Brown-eyed Baby I II by @jeonstudios complete ex2l, smut, angst, fluff summary: a lost child at the mall, eyes from a different time.

Comfort Inn Ending by @joonbird complete angst like a lot, smut, cheating summary: “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.” when i say angst i mean a whole lot of angst srsly I'm still feeling the angst even though it's been a while since I've read this the relationship is also kinda toxic (like mentally) bc of the cheating shit so beware

Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash complete mafia au, smut, fluff, angst, violence summary: bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as 'the shadow'. when you become indebted to the worst of the worst - how exactly can you find a way out?

Kick in the right direction by @xiaokoo complete mostly fluff, crack summary: Jungkook tries to form words to talk to you but all that happens is disaster and a lot of falling. It really isn’t his fault that he’s enamoured by you.

JK in this is an absolute sweetheart I'm in loooove

Take A Chance by @crystaljins complete hanahaki au, unrequited love (duh), angst (also duh), s2f2l summary: You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favor that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it. when u say hanahaki this is the first story i think of :)

rattled by @gukslut complete angst (so much), fluff here & there, kinda s&e2f2l summary: JK unexpectedly becomes a dad & is not ready. His loud-ass neighbor isn’t helping at all.

escape by @jjkfire complete fluff mostly, a little angst summary: Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

the wishlist by @jjkpls complete smut, fluff, angst, one sided love, bff2l summary: your best friend buys you a dildo (or a couple) bc you are lonely

Teacher’s Pet | JJK (1)

—chapter one: daydreams and beginnings

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, smut

♡ ⟶word count: 5.1k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: dom!jk, bratty sub!oc, lecture hall sex, oral sex (f rec.), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (mentions of taking morning-after pill), jk hasn’t had sex in a minute so he fucks oc like his life depends on it, humiliation & degradation kink, oh and mentions of romeo and juliet being sneaky links?

♡ ⟶chapter summary: Romeo and Juliet weren't the only ones risking it all for a forbidden fuck. Your professor finally decides, after an entire semester, to address the blatant heart eyes you've always had for one another when you stay after class. With the semester wrapping up, Jungkook realized it was now or never.

this is part 1 of my new teachers pet series, but can be read as a stand-alone

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You swear you did not rationally, or even consciously, doodle a heart on your paper like a ten-year-old girl with a crush. You refuse to believe it. However, with the way Mr. Jeon keeps pacing back and forth, bottom lip between his teeth for the split second that he allows his eyes to meet yours during his lecture, your mind couldn’t care less about the damn doodled heart.

You’re not ashamed or scared to get caught gawking, one reason being that you've already been caught. Many times, actually. So what’s one more?

The other reason is that he does it often and oh so casually too. Mr. Jeon wasn’t going to pretend like he didn't notice you sitting there every week with your teeth nibbling at the end of your pencil, thighs squeezed shut with a resting, subtle pout on your plump lips. He wasn't going to act oblivious to that look in your eyes either, he was able to quickly pinpoint that certain look, that plead, the day he first saw it.

It’s been two months since you got transferred into his second semester English Lit class, and fuck were you grateful for your other professor's sudden leave.

Though he'll never admit it, he's just as grateful.

Two full months of him eye-fucking you— or you eye-fucking him (hard to tell)— and trying his absolute best not to let his curiosity lead him to wonder how utterly drenched you potentially were in your chair, actively trying his best to prevent the possible blood flow to his crotch. A mid-lecture boner would be a disaster, he reminds himself frequently.

“Your assignment for this week should be fairly easy, it’s your final analysis. I want you to pick a classic literary piece and analyze one of the less-talked-about thoughts, ideas, or events in it that can or do contribute to the original meaning of the said literary piece.”

You've picked up on this one habit of his, which is how he adamantly avoids glancing in your direction when he speaks— because your reaction to just his voice alone?... It's enough to make him weak in the knees. Again, he can't be in that state mid-lecture. Horrible.

His pacing comes to a halt when he takes a seat behind his desk and on his desk chair, and you truly can't resist sparing a quick look at his man-spread thighs. His toned, thick thighs that are now straining against the hard-working material of his chinos. You can't resist imagining what it would feel like to pleasure yourself against those thighs, the way it would feel if he tensed the muscle beneath you. You can't resist imagining how his toned, tattooed arm would contrast so sexily against the soft, delicate skin of your back, holding you flush against him as you moved your hips. The words of encouragement that would slip past his lips. God.

"If no one has any further questions that should be it. Format the analysis how you usually would, grading rubrics and the deadline date will be emailed to each of you by tonight."

His words are only a vague mumble to you and you don't doubt that you probably look like one of those exaggerated head-over-heels cartoon characters right now. Cute, but beyond embarrassing when you're not aware that you're the only one still seated, half the room already having piled out the door.

Luckily, you were self-aware a few minutes ago when he explained the assignment, and with the way he was now watching you intently, wondering if you were going to just sit there forever or finally initiate the first move given that he would never bring himself to, you impulsively walk over to his desk after strategically deciding to 'discuss the assignment further' as a poor excuse to talk to him.

"Ms. Y/L/N." His tone was of faux shock yet casual, playful almost. It's too soon for him to be certain about you're main objective, but the second you approach his desk- the new, thick and suffocating air is indisputable.

"I have an idea for the assignment, but I want to run it by you first... get a second opinion before I start."

He nods his chin upwards in a gesture for you to continue, and with the way his eyes are even darker up close, you can't help but internally shudder.

"So I'm choosing Romeo and Juliet, basic, I know, but -" you cut yourself off when the loud click of the door's automatic lock echos throughout the lecture hall, the heavy wooden door now sealed shut and acting as a barrier that's shielding you and him from the scrambling students who were now gone. His eyes flick to the door, then right back to yours, and the air gets even more suffocating.

"- you know how their love is considered to be like... undeniable?" Your voice was more of a timid whisper and he rolls his tongue inside of his cheek and does that hot nod thing again and you just know that your panties are done for by now.

"Well, I don't doubt that it was undeniable, but I do doubt that it was love at first sight. Romeo definitely had a thing for her, but 'love' wasn't what originally drove him to do the unimaginable. It was lust."

He looks as if he wants to laugh, but he won't. He wouldn't. Humored, though, he acknowledges your theory.

"And how do you think that contributes to the overall message?"

You brace yourself for your first bold statement of this encounter, adverting your eyes to glance over the organized piles of papers in front of you while speaking.

"Well, the overall message is what true love can look like, but what if it's what true lust can look like. It makes sense, to me at least... but I'm sure you can understand that concept just as well."

He straightens his once slouched position, his elbows propping against the surface, his chin dangerously close to your chest. His forehead wrinkles the slightest bit as he stares up at you from the somewhat awkward position, a dark spark hidden just beyond each pupil.

"So you think it was a sexual desire that drove them to do the unimaginable?"

Whether it was his words or his proximity, you can't take back that small, struggled whimper that left your throat. He can't take back the sudden blow flow to his dick either.

"Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature." It was his turn to get flustered by your words, all of the "what if's" he's ever fantasized about you clouding his mind completely, leaving his body to selfishly betray his own thought-over morals, eager to indulge in you while he has the chance. It is your graduation month after all.

Jungkook knows this is something he will never be able to take back. He knows that this is crazy, absurd, against his contract's code of conduct, and just downright wrong. But he also knows that you're an adult- a young one at that, but still an adult. However, he's also aware that you're impressionable, so that's exactly why he'll let you be the one to choose what happens. He'll only do what you want to do, the desire is strong but nowhere near greedy enough to take advantage.

He's prepared for you to second guess, and when you do, he won't try to convince you to stay.

Fuck him or don't, it'll be that sexual desire of his that lead him to willingly want to do the unimaginable with you in the first place. Well, desire and the fact that his current personal life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows lately either. He's been stressed and in immense need of a good distraction, so an old-fashioned quick-fuck is not so bad of an idea.

The more the pros outweigh the cons, the more that want overtakes and he's realizing how badly he needs this. He needs you right now more than ever.

"If you want it, it's yours."

You certainly did not have to tell him twice, his actions being supernaturally fast as he gets up to stand to flush against your standing body, large hands settling on your waist, your heartbeat no longer being able to keep up a subtle rhythm and you know he can feel it booming against his own chest because you are close enough to feel him against you.

In the midst of a gasp, he places a much-needed kiss on the set of lips that he was never able to resist thinking about— coming to find out you exceed his expectations. He sucks, bites, and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, hips instinctively grinding for friction.

And you? You're a mess.

He already has you moaning, and you can't tell whether it's from pleasure or it's your way of pleading— but both make sense. Your knees feel like jello and your pussy is throbbing underneath your drenched, hopeless panties. The taste of his mouth is something you never want to part with, and the feel of his needy bulge using your body for relief is something you're still having trouble wrapping your head around.

"You wanted this so badly, huh? Daydreamed about moments like this?"

Your cheeks flush pink at the fact that he's correct. Not that you didn't suspect he already had a gist of what you think about when he's teaching his lectures, but you're still embarrassed hearing him confirm it.

He brings one hand from your waist to hook a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to face him. "Tell me one of your favorites."

Your brows furrow in confusion, not understanding what he means. Before your parted lips could move to speak, he elaborates. "Walk me through one of your favorite fantasies you've had... Tell me what you visualized me doing to you."

Your pussy was abused without even being touched yet. His words traveled straight to a knot in your lower stomach, causing a wave-like sensation to wash over you, settling at your entrance.

"Fuck." Was all you were capable of letting out, too much in a haze to form a coherent answer. You want to relieve this painful tension, but he's taking his time.

"The faster you walk me through it, the faster I'll do it."

"I would think about you naked, a lot, your hands all over me, fucking me so hard 'til I feel numb. I thought about my mouth around you, the things you'd call me."

His cock twitched at each confession, especially that last one.

"Yeah? And what did I call you?"

"A slut... a behaved slut."

The deep bass of his voice followed his sadistic chuckle, accompanied by his cock pressing even harder against you, making you whine as the sensation cascades over you more intense than before. "Is that true? Are you a slut?"

The residue of his chuckle is in the form of a smirk, eyebrows raised as he intently waits for your answer. "That's for you to decide... you'll have to find out on your own."

They weren't the words he expected, but he was beyond satisfied with doing just that. Finding out. Not without milking the temptation out further, of course.

"What about behaved? Do you behave?"

"Only when I want to."

He keeps his playfulness intact even when he forcefully wraps a hand around your throat. His grip contradicts his light, kind smile significantly. You gasp at the suddenness of it all.

"Uh oh... Looks like I'm going to have a rough time." He guides you by the throat to walk backward, crotch still pressed against you when your ass shoves against the edge of his desk. "But if you are a behaved slut for me, we can both have a good, rough time."

You understand his implication far too well, and if your pussy wasn't convulsing around nothing, you might've just pressed your stubbornness further.

Your eyebrows crease in pity from his dominance winning but his proposition was something you really needed, and he sees the eager agreement on your face. He notes your willingness to comply, and the strong grip on your neck tames down as he rejoins your lips, slowly.

Humming as his tongue teasingly trails up along yours, you cautiously bring your open hand flat to his chest, feeling out the muscular ridges you would always see a faint imprint of even from afar.

“Get on the desk.”

His voice was more of a murmur but the faint undertone of unmistakable authority was more than prominent. Following his breathless request, you use both hands to grip the edge of the desk, pushing yourself up to set your ass on its surface.

Even though your legs are spread only the slightest, he could still fit in between if he wanted to. However, he’s not coming closer like you assumed he would. Amused, he stands one foot away from your waiting core.

“Look at you, sitting on my desk making a mess of yourself.”

He’s not wrong. Before him lies an image of your breathless body panting almost hysterically, a facial expression so lewd as you wait to just feel something, anything against you. All while being completely oblivious of you're unhinged, yearning state.

His words snap you back into your right mind, a large gulp took to help stabilize your heavy breathing.

"Please."

As if his smile couldn't have grown any eviler, he places a finger to your lips, inching closer but not letting your clothed core meet his bulge.

"Please touch you?" He doesn't give you a chance to speak, his free hand having crept up unnoticed, landing his middle fingertip on your soaked core. Despite it being covered by two layers of material, you’re soaked enough for it be felt through both. "Touch this wet pussy of yours?"

You let out a whiney groan to show how excruciating his temptation is, all in hopes he just might cave in.

His finger trails up to the side of your pant's waistband, his other hand falling from your lips to join the opposite side. Hooking his four digits into the material of the fabric on both sides, the tops of his fingers against your bare skin as he roughly yanks your pants and panties down in one swift movement, his biceps tensing, leaving them bunched up at your knees before slowly pulling them off completely.

He stares at the picture he created, the picture he unveiled, and relishes in the way your delicate, plump pussy looks on top of his desk. This new sight was enough to make him needy. His own tortuous temptation catches up to him as he finds himself magnetically closing in the space between your pussy and his bulge.

You stare down at the contact only for half a second before a familiar hand is grasping at your neck and your lips are directed and then captured between his.

Testing the waters, you grind subtly against him.

Whimpering into his mouth, you realize how worked up you truly are after him taking his sweet time, and the friction from rubbing against his covered bulge alone is something you can see yourself cumming from.

And from the way he’s breathing shallowing against the kiss, chest rising just to crash back down, you know he’s worked up too.

“Please… Fuck me.”

You stop your grinding when he ignores you, knowing that he wasn’t moving his hips anyway. He was letting you be the one to create that friction because he knows he’s too hard to do it back. Just like you, cumming from friction alone wasn’t a far stretch in his mind.

Upon your stopping, he breaks the kiss, the sloppy, hopeless kiss, and puts some distance between your bodies again.

You watch as he debates something in his head, noticing how his eyes narrow upon having made a decision, and before you can even question him, he’s walking over to the opposite side of the desk and grabbing hold of his desk chair. You instinctively grind against nothing as you watch him roll the chair over, parking it right in front of you.

The chair was low enough that if he sat in it, his mouth would be leveled with your core, and he would be able to—

You gasp in partial realization of his plan and partial excitement.

Doing as expected, he sits on the chair, rolling himself closer and closer until you bite down on your lip from the feeling of his warm breath directly against you.

He pauses, eyes up on you. You realize he’s stopped, so you look down and are caught in his gaze, a microscopic smirk on his face as he speaks.

“This is just foreplay, don’t even think about cumming.”

You feel yourself convulse at his words, at his implication that he’s going to fuck you but not without performing oral first. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are.

“So what if I do? Are you gonna fail me, Mr. Jeon?”

You couldn’t help yourself. And you really wish you could have when you feel his tongue slip past your slit, completely skipping over easing you into the sensation and instead rapidly flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud until your moans transform into something of a scream.

“Slower, you have to go— Fuck! Slower.”

He chuckles against you, hands engulfing your inner thighs and squeezing the plushness of each one to his liking. His hands are strong and his grip is tight and you know you’re going to have bruising all over the areas he’s mindlessly toying with.

“Don’t call me ‘Mr. Jeon’, it’s Jungkook… And if you want to cum, you’ll drop that attitude of yours. Haven’t you been taught manners?”

His short break to speak was enough for you to miss his tongue, even though it was too fast for you to handle, and you whine as you push yourself against his lips to shut him up and get more.

He smiles against you, licking a stripe up your slit once, originally planning to pull back but something about how you tasted was too enticing to do such. Instead, he indulges deeper. Hungrier. And this time it’s not just his tongue flicking over you, but his whole mouth swallowing and exploring every part of your pussy.

His bottom lip starts at your entrance, top lip at your clit, and he closes them in to meet, all while his tongue is busy exploring the space in between. He repeats that until he discovers the way your tight hole feels around his tongue. Until he finds out how your pussy contracts when he licks your clit with the flat of his tongue. And you repeat your moans, the chants of his name, the wave in your stomach that’s building and building each passing second until you can’t take it anymore.

“Mm m’gonna cum if you don’t stop soon.”

You tried your best to sound normal, but your voice was two octaves too high and your breathing threw off any chances of sounding remotely close to nonchalant or ‘normal’.

He really doesn’t want to stop, but he can’t have you cumming. Not yet.

Pulling away, at a loss of breath himself, he stares up at you, his lips swollen and glossed with your juices, eyes trance-like.

You stare back with the same needy gleam, and for the first time he gives in to your wordless plead, his hands making their way to his belt.

You watch as he fiddles with the pesky belt buckle, eagerly yanks the zipper of his pants down, and pulls both his briefs and pants to rest on his mid-thighs. You watch as his length, the one you were right about in your daydreams, springs up sternly against his lower stomach, holding an angry tinge of red. You watch as he uses his thumb to spread the thick bead of precum that balanced along his slit. You watched, but more importantly, you craved. So fucking badly.

And so did he.

Standing up, he notes how you’re too out of breath to maintain a proper kiss, so he settles on the skin of your jaw, biting, sucking, licking, pecking, all while he slowly strokes himself, his shaft angled just above your vulva.

Just as he parts his lips from your jaw, you spread your legs a little wider, angling them up just the slightest until Jungkook’s eyes squint in thought.

“What?” You breathily ask.

He glances back over his shoulder for whatever reason before looking down at his cock that was just about to finally enter you.

“It’s just that I didn't take note to bring condoms with me to work today.”

You try not to but still inevitably laugh at his sarcasm, slowly beginning to like his humor just a little bit. But then your faced with the predicament at hand, saying the first solution that comes to mind because you’re still aching down there.

“It’s fine, I’ll take the pill when I get home.”

His eyes dart back and forth between yours, an ‘are you serious?’ expression that soon blends into an ‘oh you are serious’ expression. You nod at his hesitance and contemplation, encouraging him to continue.

‘Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature.’ Jungkook remembers the words that lead to this, and he realizes how accurate they are as he is getting ready to fuck his student raw on top of his desk, in the room that was jam-packed with people only moments ago.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You don’t have time to speak in regards to Jungkook’s words of …unwanted disbelief? as he contradicts himself by easing his tip into your slicked-up hole. Any words you were planning on saying were gone just like that as your mouth stayed agape, pussy stretching around him as he pushed in slowly, taking it inch by inch.

You felt yourself suffocating each ridge and vein on his cock, his girth pulsating the deeper he went and the tighter you squeezed him. His lips are parted as he lets out occasional, deep grunts of pleasure mixed with concentration.

He was just over halfway in when you felt full. You imagined him to be this big, but fuck was he big. It’s like your fantasies have been intensified, enhanced, if you will. You’re not complaining, but you are wincing.

“Is that too much? I don’t have to bottom out if you can’t take—”

“Go all the way. It’s fine.”

He looks up at you at your all too confident request, eyes lighting up in a small smirk before biting his lip and doing as told.

You really wish you have a better analogy for the feeling of him bottoming out in you that isn’t something so absurd and far stretched- but it really does feel like you are floating on the clouds.

He’s so fucking big.

Perhaps you are in the clouds, his dick being your cause of death. But when he pulls back halfway and softly caresses your cheek, you're brought straight back to earth.

“Are you crying?”

Are you? You come to find out he’s only detecting the obvious as you feel a wet drop slipping down your face. You are in fact crying and you suddenly want to bury yourself alive with the embarrassment.

“Crying cause my cock?” He’s not even trying to sound seductive, and with the way his tone comes off as mocking, it’s almost as if he’s trying to humiliate you. “So pathetic, Y/N.”

You don’t know how to react, but it’s not like you even have time to as he drills himself back into you even harsher than before, forearms securely holding your thighs around his waist.

“Fucking hell.” He gasps out, his hips at an inhumane pace.

Your eyes are sealed shut, hands fisted on top of the desk's surface, mouth agape as it’s too overwhelming to make a sound.

You wish you had it in you to speak, or breathe, but you’re completely frozen in the feeling of his cock pounding into your done-for pussy.

“Jungkook…” Your voice is almost gone despite how little of it you’ve been using. “Faster.”

Your words betray you, but also lead to rewarding you with what you subconsciously wanted.

His hips pick up, and you didn’t think that would even be possible. Perhaps that’s half the reason why you said it in the first place; because you thought there’s no way you could get it. However, his speed increases and the empty room is filled with vulgar noises.

“So you are a behaved slut… taking my cock so well.” He groans his words as he pounds in and out of you and you’re too dizzy to note that he called you the pet name you confessed to him moments ago.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling that’s building inside of you each passing second. You will do anything: fuck your professor, potentially get in so much trouble because of it, get him in trouble- but you will not cum so soon. You just won’t allow it.

But you’re both aware of the reality that this predicament holds, which is that you’ve built this moment up so much with all the teasing and foreplay that it won’t be long until you’re both falling victim to the outcome of temptation.

“You need to slower… Go slower, I mean. You need to— Fuck, Jungkook.”

Jungkook smirks for the slightest second when he sees how you're fucking up your words because of how he’s fucking you.

He’s just as adamant about not finishing so soon, but for him, it’s way more difficult.

Jungkook has realized by now that the last woman he’s indulged in like this was his ex-wife, and that was over a year ago. So feeling something so incredibly tight around his cock that isn’t his hand for once, makes his orgasm almost impossible to wait.

And with that unfortunately being said, Jungkook’s eyes widen as his cock twitches, and just like that—

“Fuck!”

You gasp sharply, not having expected that to happen so soon. You would take this as an opportunity to humiliate him back, but you’d rather take this as an opportunity to finally let yourself release.

Bringing your hand to your clit, you rub frantically, eyes fixated on the breathless and dazed-over man in front of you as you let your high build, grinding your hips onto his softening cock as it finally collapses over you, and you moan in pleasure as he hisses in overstimulation.

You both exhale in sync, and the second he’s no longer battling the overstimulation, he grabs your throat.

You stare up into his eyes, your orgasm still lingering, and you feel so submissive all of a sudden. Like you want to apologize for what you did, let him choke you if that’s what he wants.

But then he softly kisses you.

Your thoughts shift into ones of confusion as he releases pressure on your neck and intimately laces his tongue with yours, suctioning onto your bottom lip before releasing with a pop and slowly rejoining, creating a slow, sensual, and heated makeout.

It was so, for lack of a better word, nice that you were almost upset when he pulled away.

His hand peels from your thigh, the other from your neck, and he cups your cheeks. Your wide eyes meet his, noticing how his features have softened tremendously compared to before.

“Was that okay?”

As soon as you nod yes, too taken aback to think of any correct verbal response, he lets one hand off of your face and very slowly pulls himself out of you, brows creasing slightly. He notices your whimper and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I have wet wipes in the top drawer if you want to reach over and get them.”

You really cannot wrap your head around this completely new, kinder, version of him. You wonder if he’s just sexually dominant, and it’s not until now that you realize you’ve never taken much thought into his real personality. Perhaps he is a very nice guy.

The more things cleared up in your head, the quicker the confusion slipped past you and you found yourself reaching over the desk while still sittng atop to grab the wet wipes from the said top drawer.

“Here, I got it.” He volunteers as he takes the package from your hands, plucking out a moist wipe before gently wiping away any trace of your mixed climaxes from your core.

He’s extremely delicate with you, and he avoids your clit completely because he knows how sensitive it probably is right now.

He catches you staring at him, a bunny-like smile lighting up his face.

“I heard warm baths can help with soreness.” He speaks as he discards the wipe in the trash can beside the desk. “And I’m sorry for going a little too hard, it’s been a minute since… y’know.”

His cheeks are tinted with the palest shade of red, and you find it somewhat adorable how he’s embarrassed to confess that to you.

“It’s okay.” Your voice is small, and it makes his heart clench. You’re not the only one who’s fond.

You try to bite your tongue, but when he helps you redress after having cleaned himself up a bit, you can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.

“Why are you so nice all of a sudden?”

Jungkook smiles at your question, shaking his head a bit in humor as he looks down at his feet and then back up to you.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I might just be a nice guy after all?”

Yes, yes it has.

His tone wasn’t rude or cocky, but humorous and you found yourself laughing a little. And something about your reaction to him is so enticing to him but he doesn’t know what it is he wants from you.

Maybe more of you, perhaps. He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you again.

“I um… This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

Your ears perk up, and all of a sudden you have a strong craving to find out if he is a nice guy. Learn more about him… about his body. Sex or not, you wouldn’t mind seeing him again either.

“I can leave you my number.” You suggest. “My schedule has been mostly clear these days… except for classes of course.”

And just like that, he remembers you’re a student. He remembers the risk of what just happened, the risk of continuing this. He contemplates his offer as you get down from the desk after jotting your number down on a miscellaneous sticky note. And it’s not until you reach up onto your tiptoes to place a shy kiss on his lips that his doubts falter.

And he doesn’t want to admit it, but he thinks he could get used to that.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

He watches as you exit the lecture hall, and for some reason, a reason he’s trying his best not to decode, he’s already anticipating the next time that he’ll see you.

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A/N: the first chapter of my first series?!?! teaaa 🫣 this series is going to be so fun to write… i have all the chapters planned out and i can’t wait to write more, stay tuneddd <3

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- the two times taehyung didn’t kiss you, and the one time he did ; kth

friends to lovers, college au, 2.9k

note: for the @ksmutclub summer of kiss event!

The first time your best friend almost kissed you was during middle school, a silly dare thrown at your feet by the other kids at the party, insisting that the two of you lock yourselves in the closet for seven minutes, only coming out when the two of you kiss. 

You can recall it now, so vividly even with the time that has passed since. Taehyung’s bowl cut, your braces, the flush that stained both your cheeks as you were forced within close proximity, something that seems harmless nowadays. Tae had been so shy back then, his little habit of licking his lips so cute and innocent as his eyes grew round and wide, staring into your own with fear. 

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