#(jk it’s legitimately good AND cheap)

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oh my god actual good vegetarian instant ramen i can FINALLY get the full naruto fan experience😌

#is it actually that good or is it just vegetarian instant ramen that isn’t like $6 #we’ll never know #(jk it’s legitimately good AND cheap) #i LOVED instant ramen growing up so i was sad about it when i went vegetarian #but also it saved me from being the kid who REALLY likes instant ramen and anime in high school so? #vegetarianism bullying prevention ig #BUT GOOD VEGETARIAN VERSION NOW!!! #idk if it’s heartwarming or sad to say that instant ramen tastes like my childhood but it DOES lol #im living my best life rn going to find chef woo and kiss them on the lips #and then everyone is invited to my naruto and ramen party😤

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the spins (explicit)

genre: smutttyyyyyy as hell (with like one angsty conversation about isolation as a trauma response, but said in much vaguer terms lol)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.

word count: 10.3k

contains: explicit sexual content AKA porn!!!!! alcohol, minor frat house shenanigans, reader is a total bitch but in a highkey relatable way, jungkook is The Only Good Frat Boy, mentions of shitty hookups/sexual dissatisfaction/faked orgasms, an **absurdly** lengthy and gratuitous cunnilingus scene, a lil bit of teasing/begging, spitting, LOUD sex, reader’s first partnered orgasms, also JK has a tongue piercing 👀

A/N: so writing this nearly killed me,,, lmao. i have two inspiration sources that i must credit- one is jai’s @gimmethatagustd INCREDIBLE fic paint me naked, which gave me the final shove i needed to topple over into JK hard stan land (listen he’s 3 years younger than me, i had a complex about it, it’s fine). seriously go give it a read and give her some love, i fully credit her with moving college!JK into my brain where he now lives rent-free.

the other source of inspiration is this insaaaaane imagine audio (WARNING, extremely NSFW and will literally ruin your life!!!!!) that hooked me on the idea that JK would be competitive about eating pussy and….. yep, smack those two things together and ta-da, this porn was born. godspeed and thanks as always for reading 💜

this is now (finally) on AO3!

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You really don’t know why you came to this party. It’s so crowded, bodies pressed together, people screaming to be heard over the noise, or just because they’re white girl wasted. The music is terrible, the floor weirdly sticky, the container of jungle juice in the kitchen extremely suspicious. You opted for tequila instead, the last of which you now drain from the bottom of your red solo cup. The whole place smells like cheap beer, vape smoke, and frat boy cologne.

Yet another Jack Harlow song comes on over the bass-boosted speakers and you roll your eyes. That’s it. Time to go home and actually finish the psych paper you’re putting off.

You shove your way into the kitchen, trying to be the only upstanding citizen in this godforsaken frat house and actually put your trash in a trash can. You spot one in the corner– nearly overflowing, but still good enough, except that a whole circle of Brads and Chads block your path. You do your best to squeeze past them, but because they don’t do anything except live at the gym and snort protein powder, they might as well be a brick wall.

“Excuse me,” you try. Nothing.

“I need to get through,” you say with a gentle push. It’s like talking to a brick wall, too.

“Alright, fuck it.” You roll your eyes and decide to just fucking go for it. You’ve had enough liquor that you won’t feel the pain until tomorrow anyway.

The circle breaks apart in confusion, not a brain cell in sight, as you slam your way through. They part so quickly that your plan works too well, and the excess momentum shoots you forward. You stumble, losing your footing, already cringing because you’re about to faceplant on the nasty floor of this nasty frat house kitchen.

“Hey, whoa!” A voice way too close to your ear for comfort shouts, but then an arm snakes around your waist and saves you from your doom, gripping you tightly. “Careful!”

You glance up, wondering if this guy is going to try to turn the moment into some attempt at flirtation, the world’s worst meet cute, but then you see big round eyes staring back at you with legitimate concern. Oh, fuck. You know those Disney princess eyes. Your stomach drops.

“Whaaaaaaaat!” Holding you in one arm, an unopened 18-rack of beer hoisted up on his shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store, is none other than frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook.

Ah, shit. You knew he was in a frat, of course. He doesn’t shut up about it. But you didn’t know it was this one– well, actually, you don’t even know which frat house you’re in right now. Alpha Beta Omega? They’re all the same to you. You don’t really understand why they have factions anyway instead of all just living together, but that would probably be too gay.

“I didn’t know you partied!” Jungkook is still smiling a smile that takes up his whole face, clearly unable to believe that you’re standing here in his disgusting frat house kitchen in your leather jacket and your combat boots.

You huff a laugh as he slowly unloops his arm from around you, assessing to see if you’re stable enough to stay upright. You shoot him a look as if to say I’m fine, dumbass. Uncoordinated, not intoxicated. There’s a difference.

“I do not party,” you correct him. “Never once in my life have I partied. I merely come to the parties, stand on the edges and observe, get my free alcohol, and then depart. Like I’m doing right now.” You aim your solo cup at the trash can and miss by about a foot.

“You– hang on,” he pauses, turning back to offload the fresh case of beer onto the kitchen counter. There’s a clamor of excitement from the Brads and Chads as they crowd around to slap him on the back, shouting things like “okay, JK!” and “let’s fucking gooooo!”

You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, and then you watch Jungkook bring his tattooed hand up to rip the cardboard front of the case off effortlessly, and that is lowkey kind of hot.

Quiet, you tell your tequila brain. No lusting after frat boys. Not even the one you sat next to for an entire semester in bio lab, the one who was actually way smarter than anticipated and didn’t just use you for an easy A, who genuinely seemed like he cared about the way you answered “How was your weekend?” every time he asked, and who didn’t even say one problematic thing the whole semester.

Just because he’s the exemplary form of his species doesn’t make him not what he is, you remind yourself. Even the best frat boy is still a frat boy.

Jungkook returns as the rest of the bros swarm the counter and proceed to decimate the case of beer. That must have been the reason they were waiting here, at their proverbial watering hole, because they circle up and dissolve back into the party, several of them clapping Jungkook on the back again in thanks as they leave.

You realize he doesn’t have to yell to be heard anymore as he says, “You’re leaving already?”

“Yes, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I have a paper to write.”

He scrunches up his face, knowing he can’t argue with academic excellence. “It’s still early. What if you just have one more drink, and then go? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy the party yet. The pledges severely underestimated how much alcohol it takes to run this place.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m so terribly sorry that your child servants who literally give you money in exchange for friendship got something wrong.”

The words feel biting as they leave your mouth, and you honestly expect him to protest, but he only shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re right. The whole thing is stupid.” For a moment you wonder how on earth he’s immune, what it is about him that allows him to live in the cradle of toxic masculinity and still be so regular, so good.

“Will you stay?” He asks again. You try to purse your lips to hide your smile, but it doesn’t work, and then he’s smiling too.

“Fine.”

The kid literally fist pumps, and your laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. He gestures broadly to the kitchen counters which are a veritable nightmare of liquor bottles and beer cans. “What’ll it be? Don’t say the jungle juice,” he warns with a laugh.

You look at him like he’s gone entirely insane. “I would never say the jungle juice. Tequila, please.”

Jungkook moves fluidly, as if he’s imitating those ridiculous Las Vegas bartenders who do tricks while they pour your obscenely overpriced drink. He shakes a solo cup off the stack and throws it up, spinning on his heels and catching it in his other hand, and you’re laughing again because he’s such a fucking dork.

He crosses to open the freezer and scoops up some ice in your cup, then pours a healthy amount of tequila in. “And mixer?” He looks back at you over his shoulder.

You pause. “Uh, just ice is good.”

He puts the bottle down and turns to squint at you in disbelief. “You drink straight tequila and you’re telling me you don’t party?”

You falter, a little flustered. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’m drinking it for the taste, you know?”

“Can I show you what you’re missing out on?” He asks, and you don’t know why the question makes you swallow hard. “Seriously.” He picks the bottle of tequila back up, eyeing the brand with distaste. “This stuff is… not great.”

Your instinct is to joke about him slipping something in your drink, but you bite the words back– because first of all, not funny. But you also genuinely don’t think he would ever do something like that, and you don’t want to give off the impression that you do.

“Alright,” you say instead, lifting your hands in surrender.

He opens the fridge door and crouches down, digging around through what you can only imagine is a Costco-sized amount of egg cartons and packages of chicken breasts. Finding what he’s looking for, he pulls away with a carton that’s been Sharpie’d to death, “JK ONLY DO NOT DRINK” on all sides. It’s really every bro for himself out here, you think.

“Grapefruit okay?” Jungkook double-checks, and you give a shrug and a nod. He pours a little, inspects the cup, then adds a splash more. “It’s not too sweet.”

He passes the cup off to you and returns his juice to the fridge, shuts the door, then seems to realize he forgot to make himself a drink and repeats the entire process again, spinning in a full circle which has you hiding your giggle in the rim of your cup. Once he’s made himself a matching drink to yours, he leans against the counter and takes a sip, surveying you.

You mirror him– the drink is admittedly a lot better than straight bottom-shelf, and you like how the sour taste lingers on the back of your tongue.

“Thank you,” you remember to say after a few sips, and he waves it off as if to say it’s no big deal.

“So, why are you here? Observing us in our natural habitat?” He puts on a voice for the last part, in a clear imitation of you, and you smirk. It does sound like something you would say.

“I’m an agent of chaos,” you say and he gives you a look like he’s waiting for the real answer. You choose that moment to take a long swallow of your drink, buying time. He continues to wait patiently, so you finally just shrug and make a face. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to do my paper. I saw a thing for it on insta. And I was tired of rotting away in my dorm room.”

He nods thoughtfully. “I tried inviting you to stuff when we were lab partners.” You wonder if the tequila is making you imagine that he sounds a little hurt. “You never seemed into it.”

At that, you laugh, because he’s being kind. Jungkook did invite you regularly to whatever mixers or ragers his frat was planning, and every time you would tell him no, directly to his face, like the bitch that you are. You eventually started trying to come up with as many creative ways to phrase it as you could: no, nope, never, not in a million years, when hell freezes over. He took them all like a champ, and that was one of the first things you remember liking about him. A frat boy who can respect when someone says no and not try to push it– now that is a rarity.

You want to apologize, but you really have no explanation for what makes tonight any different, at least not one you can say eloquently. How do you tell him you’re fucking sick of staring at the walls, feeling like “the best years of your life” are passing you by and leaving you with nothing to show for it? That you’ve painted sarcasm and an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude over your life for so long that now it feels like you’re backed into a corner where you can’t give a shit about anybody because there’s nobody left to give a shit about? So you were neck deep in insta stories on a Friday night like a fucking loser, and you saw a stupid post about a stupid frat party by some girl you swore was going to be your bestie the first week of freshman year who you promptly never spoke to again, and something in you snapped and said, “fuck it”?

Oof, tequila coming in strong, you think to yourself. You decide to spare Jungkook the emotional word vomit.

He keeps going when you don’t respond. “I just figured you had better things to do. Like ride motorcycles, or be in a mosh pit.”

You roll your eyes. “Motorcycles are giant metal death traps. Hard pass. And I don’t like getting punched in the face by nazis, so I don’t mosh.” You take a sip of your drink and size him up. “You’re one to talk, little alt boy.”

He’s playing with his lip ring when you say it, and the blush that creeps up his neck is honestly cute. Thoroughly unfazed by your words, he rolls up the right sleeve of his eyesore of a button down until his arm is fully exposed. “Check it out! Finally filled in the shoulder piece.”

You step closer to admire the fresh ink. Jungkook’s sleeve is, admittedly, really fucking cool. You still remember the first time you saw it in bio lab. It was the first day where the temperature crept up to an actual tolerable degree after what felt like a winter that would never end. You’d only known him in hoodies up to that point, so when he rolled into class that day in a baggy t-shirt and you saw the hint of lettering and shading peeking out from under his sleeve, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“It’s rude to stare,” he’d said with a soft laugh and a cheeky-ass wink.

You wonder now if maybe you stepped too close, because you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He holds his arm up for you, rotating it to show off the whole thing. Throughout the rest of the semester, you’d watched as he slowly started to fill in the blank spaces, but now it’s even more cohesive; he’s nearly finished it in the time since you last got a good look.

“Just need something on my wrist. And I might do the back of my hand. I haven’t decided.” He squeezes his hand into a fist and flexes with a put-on grunt, and you laugh even as the swell of his bicep makes your heart jump in your chest.

Emboldened by how close you are to him, and also the tequila, you trace your finger along the words that wrap across his forearm– rather be dead than cool. “That one’s my favorite,” you say softly.

When you glance up, he’s already looking at you, and now your heart’s in your throat. “I swear this thing’s the only reason you like me,” he says, the non-pierced corner of his mouth crooking up in a barely-there smile.

You open your mouth to protest when the kitchen is suddenly alive with noise as a mass of bodies crash through the doorway. A girl in a minidress that has ridden dangerously far up her thighs is nearly carried in by two of her friends, with several more trailing in right at their heels, and her name must be Hannah because they all say it about a thousand times in six seconds. A couple of dudebros shuffle in behind them, shouting for everyone to step back and give her space.

Nowhere else to go, you’re forced that much closer to Jungkook as far too many people try to squeeze into the tiny kitchen. You’ve basically got him pinned against the counter, and you look away, then look back, extremely uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” you mouth, and he shakes his head like it’s not a big deal.

He does smell really good, you realize now that he’s this close. Not like he took a bath in Axe body spray or Drakkar Noir, as most of his frat bros do, just… warm and clean, with a hint of the good kind of boy musk, salt and skin. It’s a welcome distraction from the unbridled chaos of Hannah and her entourage.

“She’s gonna be sick,” someone warns, and you wince in preparation.

“Hannah, aim for the sink!” Another girl coaxes. You turn over your shoulder and watch as Hannah takes a few steps forward, legs quivering like a baby deer, then does a last-second pivot and vomits directly into the jungle juice.

“Oh, party foul!” One of the bros yells.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and then Jungkook’s breath is ghosting over your neck and you can’t think about anything else. “Do you want to go to my room?” His voice is low, his lips inches from your ear.

You look up at him over the rim of your cup. “Yes, please.”

It’s only once you start walking that your mind is able to process what’s happening, and the panic sets in. Jeon Jungkook is guiding you through his packed frat house, his hand on the small of your back. Of course the crowds part for you like the fucking red sea, no throwing elbows required, because everybody loves him.

His bros greet him as he passes, “‘sup JK!”, and you try to avoid eye contact. You wonder how regularly they see this, him leading some wide-eyed girl up to his room to do what frat boys do best. Your stomach twists as you wonder what his expectations are, and what the fuck it is that you’ve just agreed to by saying yes.

You climb the stairs, his hand still pressed to your back, and he leads you to the first room on the left when you reach the top. When he opens the door and motions for you to step through, you’re surprised.

For one, it doesn’t reek of weed. It just smells like he does, but stronger, with a hint of fresh laundry. His bed isn’t made, but there are also no questionable stains on the black sheets, and he has four pillows and a bed frame, not just a mattress and box spring on the ground with one sad rectangle. There are some cups on the nightstand, but no ash tray overflowing with burnt out ends of blunts, no empty beer cans, and you can actually see the floor.

Not bad, you think to yourself, and then the anxiety presses in again as he shuts the door behind you. Nope. You are absolutely not doing this.

“Sorry about that,” he says with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “These things get really crazy around finals season. I guess people need an escape in the form of mild alcohol poisoning.”

You cross your arms, unable to continue the polite conversation. “Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen in here, but it’s not going to happen, okay?”

He steps back, his brow instantly furrowing. “Wait, what? Are you mad at me right now? I just figured you’d want to get out of the kitchen, since a girl was actively puking.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you say, not buying it.

“I-I’m not.” Jungkook seems genuinely flustered, enough that you realize he’s probably not acting. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he starts, and then he sighs, like he’s correcting himself. “But, I guess my intentions really don’t matter, because it seems like I did. So I’m sorry.”

You squint at him, wondering who the fuck taught this boy how to apologize so damn well. This is the first time you’ve ever heard a frat boy say “sorry” without it being immediately followed by “but” and then something so offensive that it negates the entire thing.

He waits for you to respond, then gestures to the door. “If you want to go, you can go. I just wanted to talk to you. I haven’t seen you at all since last semester, and I’m really glad you came out.”

The thought of going back downstairs is slightly more anxiety-inducing than staying in this room. At least here it’s quiet, and it smells nice, and he apparently is not actually trying to get into your pants. It really does seem like you read him wrong, you admit to yourself, and then you unceremoniously plop down on his carpet.

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide the big smile on his face as he joins you on the floor, and you both lean back against the foot of his bed. He slips his feet out of his slides and you lean forward to pull your boots off.

“Like I said, I’ve been rotting away in my dorm room,” you remind him with a dry laugh.

“You should’ve texted me. I would’ve come rot with you.”

His words make you smile a little, but you’re still suspicious. “Uh-huh,” you intone as he takes another sip of his drink. “And what would we have done, Jungkook?” The question nearly makes you cringe; it’s like reading a bad sext out loud. You don’t know why you keep pushing him on this.

Maybe, a tiny part of your tequila brain whispers to you, you’re goading him so hard into saying that he wants to hook up because for a split second back there in the kitchen, you realized that’s what you want. But you’re a hyper-independent bitch who can’t ever admit to needing anything from anybody, so you need him to say it first.

You grit your teeth and give your head a nearly imperceptible shake, trying to shut that brain cell up.

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug, like he really doesn’t. “Play video games?” He gestures to a Nintendo 64 in the corner of his room, hooked up to a large TV that’s mounted on the wall.

It’s certainly not the answer you expected, but you don’t hate it. You raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “Well, I will kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

He sucks gently on his lip ring as he looks you over, and there’s a glint in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’ve clearly tapped into something. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“Then prove it.”

Dropping out of shit-talk mode for a second, Jungkook gives a laugh that almost sounds embarrassed. “I should warn you, I get pretty competitive.”

You refuse to back down. “Better work on your gracious losing face, then.”

In acceptance of your challenge, you watch as he sorts through the bin of cartridges next to the console until he finds the one he’s looking for. He brings it up to his mouth and blows on it, some strange gamer ritual you’ve seen before but have never understood, and a shiver runs through you.

“Here,” he says, tossing you a dark blue controller, letting the cord unravel and plugging it into the port. “You can even use my favorite.” You take it in your hands and smile when you see the yellow Pokémon logo stamped across the center.

“You’re going to regret that when I beat you with it,” you retort, shrugging out of your jacket for optimum mobility. He’s grinning as he settles back next to you and the menu music starts up.

It turns out you’re pretty evenly matched in the Mario Kart skills department. You sail past him on the first course, easily finishing in first, but get entirely wrecked by a blue shell in course two and he’s able to clinch it no problem.

You would’ve expected more shit-talking based on his warning, but instead he’s just so focused, eyes wide, mouth wiggling his lip ring back and forth. It’s a little endearing. A lot endearing, really. You keep sneaking glances over at him as you start up the third and final course, wondering why he has to be so goddamn cute, why you’re incapable of finding a single flaw in him no matter how hard you try.

Forcing yourself to focus, you return your attention back to the screen, only to see that he has flown right by you and is far ahead in the lead. Oh, this simply will not do, you think to yourself, and then an item box hands you a perfectly-timed golden mushroom, and you see your path to victory.

You drift around the sharp corners, giving yourself a speed boost each time, and it’s just enough. “Get fucked,” you say with a giggle as Princess Peach cruises her way past Bowser into first place. You use the last few seconds of your mushroom power to put a solid amount of distance between your characters. There’s less than half a lap left, and absolutely nothing he can do to deny you of your win.

Or so you think, until he reaches over and drags his hand across your controller, forcing your joystick in the opposite direction and causing Peach to start driving in circles on the screen.

“What the fuck!” You scream, trying to smack his hand away, but he closes one of your hands in his and forces that down on the joystick, making your car go fully backwards. “You fucking cheater!”

“You’re the cheater,” he grunts, which doesn’t even make any sense, but pisses you off enough to reach for his controller to mimic his strategy. However, you fail to account for his evolutionary advantage of having longer arms than you; he’s easily able to scoot away while keeping his hand pressed down on your own. You see in the game that he’s inches away from overtaking you now, the fingers of his other hand stretching to work joystick and button at once.

“No!” You cry out in frustration, desperately trying to wriggle your hand free. You can’t just sit here and watch him steal this out from under you, so you dive hard to one side and yank the controller away at the same time.

It’s only a little too late that you realize you have once again made an uncoordinated lunge and ended up with far too much leftover momentum. He does not relent, and you underestimated the severity of his grip on your hand because when you fall over he comes with you, both of you toppling onto the carpet as the controller flies out of your grasp.

You end up flat on your back, and his reflexes are only barely fast enough to respond, his hands bracing the floor on either side of your head so he can avoid landing on top of you.

But that’s even worse, because now Jungkook is hovering over you, and you’re both breathing heavy, and his hair is falling in his eyes, and you don’t even know how but his thigh has managed to end up pressed between your legs.

For a moment, you don’t move or say anything, and neither does he. You just stay like that, staring at each other. Your eyes drop to his mouth, and then he cracks a smug grin.

“I told you I don’t like to lose.”

Your stomach flips as your panic rears back in full force, and you meet his gaze again. “Am I still supposed to believe you didn’t bring me up here to hook up?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

The smile drops off his face as his eyes search yours. “What do you want?” He asks, and you can hear the exasperation in his voice. “Because you’re the one who keeps talking about it.”

You falter, unable to come up with any witty retort because you know he’s right. Jungkook moves away from you and you sit up with a sigh. He scoots back a few more inches, giving you plenty of space, and reaches for the remote to mute the TV.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you say, your voice still soft. You can’t look at him, so you stare at the carpet instead. “That’s just alcohol and adolescent sex drive talking. It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” He doesn’t sound mad, but confused, like he wants to understand your thought process. Good fucking luck, you think to yourself.

You give him a look. “Because I’m not an idiot. Hooking up with a frat boy in his frat house is never a good idea.”

The way his face falls makes you feel like the biggest bitch on planet earth, and you desperately wish you could shove the words back in your mouth, that you were capable of shutting up for once in your goddamn life.

“Is that really how you see me?”

Of course it’s not. You know it’s not, and you hope he knows it too, despite your inability to ever actually say what you fucking mean. But you can’t stop yourself. The defense mechanism is fully engaged now.

“Jungkook, you are literally a frat boy. We are literally in a frat house. This is not a perception character judgment thing. It’s an objective facts of reality thing.”

He fixes you in his gaze, saying nothing, then sighs. “Why do you do that?”

Your heart sinks. “Do what?”

He shakes his head, worrying at his lip ring again, clearly a nervous habit. “I don’t know, it’s like… Sometimes I think you like me, but then you always throw a wall up at the last second. I just wish I knew why.”

That makes two of us, you think bitterly, but your heart is simultaneously cracking apart at how vulnerable he’s being with no hesitation. You’re almost jealous that he can just move through life like this, open and honest, so unafraid.

“I do like you,” you admit, and you open your mouth to add the qualifier, to put the wall up, but he speaks first.

“I like you, too. I’ve liked you for a long time.” This kid is going to be the death of you. “I’m not just looking to score, or whatever."

You pull your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them, trying to shrink until you no longer exist. You start to shake your head. “Jungkook, I don’t–”

“See,” he cuts you off, “you’re doing it right now.” You groan and bury your face in your arms. “What is that? We like each other, why can’t that be enough?”

The question hangs heavy, because you know there’s no good answer.

Finally, you look up at him and sigh. “Because,” you start decisively. “You’re… you. And I’m me.” You gesture between the two of you. “We’re from different worlds.”

His face scrunches up a little, and it’s his turn to shake his head slowly. “I really don’t think we are. I think you’re just telling yourself that.” You can see he’s getting frustrated and you don’t fucking blame him. “And I don’t get how you can complain about sitting by yourself in your dorm room, but then keep blocking everyone out so that you’re always alone.”

“I like being alone!” The lie comes out reflexively before you can even think to stop it. You’ve said it so many times at this point that it almost feels true. “Alone is best.” You pause, and for a second you really wonder if you’re going to cry right now, on the floor of Jeon Jungkook’s bedroom, in his stupid frat house. “You can’t get hurt, or disappointed, or left behind if you’re alone,” you conclude. There it is. The truth, kind of.

“I wouldn’t do any of those things to you,” he says softly.

You just stare at him for a moment. The promise is too good to be true. It always is. “You can’t know that.”

He pauses, then nods once, staring back at you. “You’re right. But I don’t want to do those things. And I would try really hard not to. I just want to make you feel good. Whatever that looks like.”

You can’t help where your stupid tequila brain immediately takes the idea, and you let out a dry laugh. “Well, if that’s what you’re after, there’s really no chance.”

His brows pinch together, clearly not understanding. “What does that mean?”

“Many have tried, none have succeeded,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stretching your legs back out. “I am a puzzle that no man can solve.”

The realization slowly dawns on him, and his eyes widen. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never had a–”

You wave a hand in the air as if to shush him, and you cut him off. “Stop. Don’t be dramatic. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, courtesy of my vibrator and my showerhead.” Your face is a little hot from talking about this in front of him. “Just… only alone. The running theme here, apparently.”

He tilts his head, processing this new information. “So do you fake it?” You tell yourself you’re just imagining that he sounds a little upset.

You grimace. “With my high school boyfriend, yeah. He was my first everything, and we were so young. I was too embarrassed to say it, so I just let him believe he had a magical dick that brought me to orgasm at the exact same time as him every time.”

Jungkook huffs a laugh of disbelief.

“And after that,” you continue, looking down in embarrassment, “I don’t know, it’s pretty much just been hookups, and most usually don’t bother to ask. Some have tried for a while, and then given up…” The memories make you cringe. “It’s just uncomfortable. Hence the alone thing.” You give a half shrug. “It’s okay. My vibrator is nice.”

He says nothing, and you mentally kick yourself for oversharing. This is why the wall goes up, you think, but when you look at him, he’s already looking at you, and not in the way you expected.

In fact, you’re surprised to see that glint in his eyes again. He licks his lips, and you realize your pulse is racing.

“The way I see it,” he begins slowly, his voice low and even, “we have two options.” You raise an eyebrow, your interest piqued, and he continues. “Option one. You let me know, for real, that you’re not interested. You don’t have to tell me why, but you do have to mean it. And I’ll leave you alone, and you can go home and write your paper.”

Your mouth goes dry as you try to prepare for what might come next.

“Or, option two.” You swear his eyes darken as he says it. “You admit to me that you like me, and that you want me. And you let me take care of you. Which includes keeping you in my bed for as long as it takes me to make you come. I don’t care if it takes hours. I’ve got hours.”

He shrugs like he hasn’t just said the most devastating thing you’ve ever heard. “We can figure out the rest after. It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be. But it’s your call. I won’t be mad, whatever you choose. I just need to know.” He leans back on his hands, awaiting your choice.

“Jungkook,” you breathe. “You don’t know how tempting that offer is.” You try to say more, but he’s faster.

“Then say yes.”

You want to scream at him that it’s not that simple, that letting people all the way in is a door you slammed shut long ago, never to be opened again. But despite your best attempts, this cheeky, dorky, pierced and tattooed frat wonder boy has managed to wedge that door back open, just an inch. And it’s enough that now you can’t help but wonder what’s on the other side.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it really can be that simple with him. Maybe safe doesn’t always have to mean alone. Isn’t that why you came to this party in the first place?

You let out a slow exhale, and then for the first time in your life, you decide to get out of your own way.

“Okay,” you say, and you have to work to keep your voice from shaking. “Yes. But,” you quickly add before he has a chance to react, “I don’t want this to turn into a big thing if…” you trail off. “You know. If I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” He says with a self-assured smile, and you hate that it’s so hot. “I have a secret weapon.”

And then he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, and the end of a silver barbell winks at you.

Your jaw drops. “I’m sorry, you have a tongue piercing?!”

He smirks. “Got it a couple months ago. It’s fully healed now, so you get to be my maiden voyage.” You cringe and he laughs self-consciously. “Sorry, that sounded cooler in my head.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing too as his hands reach for your ankles. He gently starts to pull you towards him and you cross your legs, scooting the rest of the way forward until your knees are touching his.

“Can I please kiss you now?” Jungkook asks, but you take his face in your hands and beat him to it.

Given his competitive streak, a part of you had expected everything about this to be rough and hard, but the way he kisses you is so gentle, it’s romantic. You’d forgotten what it’s like to be kissed like this, intimate and slow, not just a tongue shoved down your throat. Jungkook is continuing to prove to you what he already has time and time again: he is nothing like any man you’ve ever met.

You are really curious about that piercing, though, so you tilt your head and tentatively lick into his mouth. When you bump against the metal post he whines a little, and goddamn, you need to be in his bed right fucking now.

He must have the same thought because his hands run firmly over your hips and you both maneuver to your feet without breaking apart. You let him guide you backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed, and you sit down and gaze up at him, breathless from his kisses.

You’re a little nervous, you realize, but then you see the way he’s looking at you. “God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and your face flushes.

Jungkook ducks his head to kiss you again, moving you to lay down, and his hand finds the small of your back beneath you. You can’t help but smile when he uses the arm wrapped around you to effortlessly lift you up and scoot you backwards to the head of the bed. You lean against the pillows as his tongue returns to your mouth.

His fingers start to play gently at the hem of your shirt as if asking a question. You nod and he pushes it up, your lips breaking apart only for as long as it takes to pull it over your head before finding each other again.

You reach to do the same for him, but he makes an “uh-uh” noise into your mouth, then pulls away. “I want this to be about you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, that is incredibly sweet, and it can absolutely be about me. But I think you will severely hurt your chances of bringing me to orgasm if you’re wearing that creamsicle nightmare shirt while you’re doing it."

He raises his eyebrows for a split second like he’s weighing whether or not he should accept that challenge, but then he shrugs with a grin and pulls his shirt off over his head. His body is ridiculous, lithe and toned, and he inhales sharply when you run your hands up his chest.

You realize now, as he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the edge of the bed, then starts to kiss down your jaw, that Jungkook is vocal. He makes these breathy little sighs against your skin as he goes, and when you do something like scratch your nails over his back or dip your head to trace your tongue along his neck, he outright moans. The low, raw sound makes your pussy throb.

Noise during sex has always been weird for you; you felt like guys expected you to be loud, which is hard to do convincingly when you’re nowhere near satisfied. But none of the sounds he’s making now seem in any way performative. You can tell it’s just him enjoying your shared pleasure the same way he does everything– unashamedly.

So when he sucks gently at the place where your neck and shoulder meet, lightly running his piercing over the sensitive skin there, your eyes flutter closed, and you don’t hold back the noise he pulls out of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathe, and you feel him smile.

You’re overwhelmed by all the different sensations his mouth can make against your skin. He kisses, licks, drags his tongue ring, and bites along your neck and your collarbones, working you until you couldn’t keep quiet even if you wanted to. His hands slide up your waist, coming to cup your breasts, and he tries similar experiments with his thumbs over your nipples: barely-there tapping, then firmer pressure in slow circles, then light pinches that make you gasp and writhe.

He’s clearly educating himself, paying close attention to your responses to figure out the best ways to touch you and take you apart. No one has ever cared this much about what actually felt good to you before; this is a far cry from the half-hearted two minutes of foreplay you’re accustomed to. He really does act like he’s got all the time in the world.

The thought of him touching and kissing you like this for hours is dizzying. Even if he can’t make you come, you don’t fucking care, everything he’s doing still feels incredible. It’s a hell of a lot better than writing a paper.

Jungkook groans into your skin as he mouths down to your breasts, and when he shifts, you can feel his erection grind against your thigh. The knowledge that he’s just as turned on by this as you are, paired with a deft flick of his piercing over your nipple, makes you whine loudly. Your core is already aching to be touched, licked, fucked– anything.

He reaches to unbutton your pants while his lips and tongue still work at the bud of your breast in his mouth. Your hips lift up at his touch and he pulls your jeans down, dropping your nipple from between his teeth so you can kick them the rest of the way off.

His hands slip under the band of your panties with a grunt so heady it’s nearly a growl, but instead of pulling them down, he loops the fabric around his fingers once and pulls up, so the lace is pressed tight against your dripping cunt. Even that small amount of friction makes you whimper, your hips rocking in desperate search of relief.

“Can I take these off?” He pairs the question with another firm tug, so the lace rubs right over your clit as your hips circle.

You don’t even have the breath to answer, you want it so bad; you can only nod.

He pulls your panties off, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor before moving down between your spread legs. You’re so wet for him now that just his breath on your core is enough to make you moan.

You brush his hair off his forehead and watch as he brings his mouth to your thighs, trailing lips and teeth upwards. With each pass, he comes so close to where you want him, where you need him, but deliberately stops just shy, teasing you. He runs his tongue along the crease where your hip and thigh meet, and the drag of his piercing on your skin makes you cry out, delirious with anticipation.

But then his mouth goes in the wrong direction. Rather than close the small amount of distance left to finally, finally make contact with your cunt, he shifts away from it. His lips and tongue trail back over your hips, your stomach, and up the valley between your breasts. You lift your head in disbelief to watch him, and you don’t think you’re going to make it– you’ve never been denied pleasure like this before. Your eyes start to sting like they might well up with tears.

He keeps going, lips moving from your neck to your jaw and then finally back to your mouth. You turn your head to the side, your breathing ragged.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, “please.”

His voice is hoarse when he murmurs in your ear with a dark laugh, “I was wondering how long it would take you to beg for it. You really held out on me.” He kisses you again and you whine in frustration as he sucks on your bottom lip. He pulls away with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

Your head swims; you try to form words through your desperation. “I– fuck, anything, anything. Please, Jungkook, please.” You sound so wrecked, so needy, but if he wants you to beg, you’ll do it, gladly. You’re going to die if he doesn’t touch you soon. Your hips shudder up against his, your nails dragging down his back.

“Good girl, love it when you say my name like that,” he groans into the crook of your neck, and your pussy clenches around nothing, your brain short-circuiting at the praise.

He doesn’t drag it out any longer– you don’t think you’d survive if he did– and instead just shifts to settle back between your legs. His hands come to your thighs and you’re so keyed up that you jump under his touch as he spreads you wide open. You’re nearly clawing at the bedsheets in preparation to finally feel him after so long, but instead of his fingers or his tongue, something wet hits your clit.

It takes a second for your brain to process that he spit on you. Fuck.

You look up to see him looking at you, wide-eyed, like he’s only just realized what he did. “Sorry, I should’ve asked first. Was that okay?”

It was fucking hot, actually, but you’re so far gone that you can’t make the words happen. You can only nod and roll your hips up toward him.

“Jungkook, please,” you manage to whimper one final time, and he dips his head to press a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your skin, “I’ve got you.” And then he closes his lips around your clit.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, relief flooding through you like a shot in the arm. His movements aren’t that different from how he first kissed you, gentle and sweet, and your clit throbs when his lip ring rolls over it.

Jungkook’s mouth falls into a steady rhythm, and he’s groaning against your pussy like it feels good for him, too. Enthusiastic is the only way to describe the way he eats you out; you really do believe he could do this all day.

Alternating with the movement of his lips, he starts to incorporate long, slow licks of his tongue across your folds. There’s enough spit and slickness that his piercing slides right over your clit, and it’s a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before that has you bucking against his mouth. He whines mid-lick when you do, and the vibration rips through you, your back arching in response.

That earns you two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, and for the second time tonight, you think you might die. Your legs start to shake as his fingers curl inside you.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” you groan. You don’t recognize your own voice; you’ve never made noise like this before, but nothing’s ever felt this good. You’re coming undone in his hands, under his tongue.

He changes up the rhythm on your clit, moving between fluidly swirling his piercing over it and pulling it into his mouth for hard suction. The pleasure is still overwhelming, but something about the switch-up takes you out of your body and into your head, and you falter for a moment.

He’s been at this for a while, and he does seem to be enjoying himself, but even so, you start to feel self-conscious. Are you taking too long? Is his tongue getting tired? What if you still can’t come from this?

Your momentary silence and lack of movement must be enough to send Jungkook’s competitive edge into overdrive, because he grabs your thigh with his free hand as if to pull you even closer and fully buries his face in your cunt.

He flattens his tongue against you and starts to shake his head aggressively, wiggling his tongue with it, and the barbell tapping rhythmically at your clit has you gasping for air and grabbing at the bedsheets.

As if that wasn’t enough, he adds a third finger inside you, slowing down for just a moment to make sure you’re accustomed to the stretch. He runs his free hand up your thigh and lays it flat below your stomach, pressing down firmly on your lower abdomen. You don’t know what to expect– no one’s ever done it to you before, but when he resumes rocking his fingers back and forth against your front wall under that extra pressure, you nearly drench his hand in arousal, it feels so good.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You moan, and you wonder if the whole party downstairs can hear. You sound like a goddamn pornstar, the kind of noises that are so ridiculous you’d think they were fake if you weren’t experiencing the insane, all-encompassing pleasure yourself firsthand. Here, in Jungkook’s bed, in his fucking frat house, getting eaten out like you’re his last fucking meal.

You can’t even remember what you were worrying about now. There’s no space left in your brain for it, and your pussy is already starting to flutter around his fingers as you feel the pressure building in your core.

Out of sheer desperation, you wind a hand through his hair and lift your hips up against his mouth, matching his rhythm. He looks up at you and moans around your clit, nodding his head, clearly trying to encourage you without letting his tempo slow.

His breathing is ragged and loud as you grip his hair and rock your hips, bumping your clit against his pierced tongue again and again and again, exactly the way you need it.

Your moans increase in pitch and pace as you feel your orgasm crest. He responds back in time, encouraging you, his voice coming from some raw, primal place as he grunts open-mouthed, “uh-huh, uh-huh” against your clit, and you can hear his fingers working your cunt so well, and it’s all too fucking much.

You come so hard, it makes you question if you’ve ever actually had an orgasm before. Hands gripping at the sheets, toes curling, legs shaking violently, back arching up off the mattress, all with a loud moan that’s more like a sob. You have never in your life felt anything this good.

Jungkook slows but doesn’t stop as the aftershocks roll through you, slowly moving his head up and down to lick flat, long stripes over your clit as you continue to shudder against his face. Your thighs pull together reflexively when you become too sensitive, and that’s when he finally relents, pulling off and out of you.

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if you really did die after all. There’s a loud bang on the door, but you’re too blissed out to even give a fuck, and it’s just one of his frat bros yelling “alright, JK!” from the other side.

At least they’re supportive of a woman’s pleasure, you think, and then you can’t help but laugh at the sheer insanity of it all. Jungkook slides up the bed to lay next to you, and he’s smiling as he wipes his face with his hand.

“I guess you didn’t fake that one, huh?”

You can only shake your head as you struggle to get your breath back.

“Holy shit, I feel like I should say thank you,” you eventually manage, and he laughs his perfect laugh. You roll over to bury your face in his shoulder. “What the fuck, Jungkook– I think I saw my life flash before my eyes. That was fucking crazy.”

Jungkook flips onto his side facing you, propped up on one arm, his other hand gently running back and forth along the curve of your waist. “What can I say? I play to win.” He can’t hide his satisfied smile as the official winner of your first ever non-solo orgasm.

You lean against him, allowing your eyes to close again as your pulse slows, and you sigh contentedly as he presses his lips to your hairline.

“What time is it?” He asks after a few minutes. “Do you need to go write your paper?”

You tilt back to shoot him a death glare. “Do not mention my fucking paper right now, Jeon Jungkook. I’m trying to bask in the glow here.”

He laughs again and pulls you closer. “My bad.”

“And besides,” your face softens, and your eyes trace down to his hand that’s now gently palming over the front of his pants, where you can see the bulge of his erection. “I believe you promised me hours.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, I’ll give you hours.”

Your pussy doesn’t feel anywhere near recovered, but you’re somehow also aching for him to fuck you. If that was only his head game, you genuinely don’t think you’ll survive sex with Jungkook. But you’re willing to die trying.

“Come here,” his voice returns to that near-growl and he crawls over you, one hand cupping your jaw as he brings his lips to yours.

This time when his thigh presses between your legs, it’s on purpose. Your clit still twitches at the contact, but the pressure is indirect enough that it only feels good, and you rock your hips slowly into him.

You’re desperate to see him, touch him, return the favor, and your hand slips between your bodies to grab him through his pants. You whine against his lips when you feel how thick he is in your hand, and you pull little gasps out of him as you slowly start to pump him over the fabric.

“Please fuck me, Jungkook,” you whisper when you break apart, begging for it the way you’ve learned he likes, your hand still working him.

He bites down hard on your neck with a laugh, like he can’t believe you’re real.

You start to unbutton and push down his pants and then he flips onto his back to do the rest, shedding pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but giggle a little at his apparent urgency, pleased that he needs you just as bad, as he yanks his nightstand drawer out, retrieves a condom, and rips it open with his teeth.

But that urgency is gone once he’s hovering over you, cock teasing at your entrance, your knees bent and legs spread for him. It’s replaced by that same look in his eyes, those same gentle kisses, and arousal pooling in your belly at the realization that he really could do this for hours. But you need him now.

“Please,” you whisper one more time, and he groans against your throat as he pushes into you.

His pace is slow, hips rolling fluidly, and you’re still so sensitive that your walls flutter around him with each thrust. The thickness of his cock feels just as good as you thought it would. You moan loudly, arching back against the pillow, as his head drags over your sweet spot.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice ragged. He keeps rolling his hips, stroking so slow and deep that it’s pleasure and torture all in one. 

Jungkook must be a fast learner, because when he thrusts into you one more time and you whine in response, the same strangled noise you made when he teased your cunt, he knows what you need. You don’t even have to beg for it.

His hands slide along the backs of your thighs and he pushes, just a little, folding your legs up so your pelvis tilts to give him full access to your cunt. And then he picks up the pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming as he bottoms out inside you over and over, and you’re already close to the edge of a second climax. You rake your nails down his back and his hips move even faster, both of you moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin is so loud it’s obscene; there’s no way the whole party doesn’t know what you’re up to by now.

You don’t give a shit. You hope they’re all jealous.

Your legs start to shake as the pressure in your core builds, and you’re suddenly in dire need of release all over again. You move to reach a hand down between your legs, but Jungkook doesn’t miss a thing.

He lets go of one of your thighs to knock your hand away, replacing it with his own, his thrusts never slowing. You watch this time as he spits on your clit again, and then starts to rub circles over it.

It’s a touch you’ve felt before, fast and hard, usually performed by a guy who has no idea what he’s doing, and usually painful as all hell.

But Jungkook is very obviously a fucking expert in his field, and he must know that when you’re as slick as you are from his mouth and your own arousal, and you’ve already come once, and you’re this insanely turned on and desperate for it, it doesn’t hurt at all. Your hips lift up off the bed because right now, it’s fucking perfect.

“Oh my fucking god, Jungkook, fuck, yes, don’t stop–” you cry out, and your last moan is nearly a scream as you come all the way undone for him. Your cunt squeezes tightly around his length, and he only has to rut into you a few more times before he’s coming, too, with a loud groan of your name.

His head drops onto your shoulder as he finishes, gasping for breath. You lean back against the pillows, still shuddering a little but entirely spent, fucked out of your mind.

You’re only vaguely aware of what’s happening when he pulls out of you, or when the bed shifts as he gets up to dispose of the condom, then collapses back down next to you with a dazed sigh.

You roll into him, still lost for words, and he wraps both arms around you. You can hear his heart thudding hard in his chest, the same tempo as yours.

A laugh rips through you as you play the last few moments back and remember his hand shoving your own away. You look up at him. “So what are you, in charge of my orgasms now? Did I sign a contract tonight?”

“No,” he gives a small smile, and you see a blush creep up his neck at the reminder of something done clearly in the heat of the moment. “I don’t know. No one had ever made you come once before, so… I just wanted to do it twice. Set a new number to beat.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the grin on your face. “I’m not a video game, Jungkook.”

“Nope,” he laughs, tightening his grip around you. “You are so much better.” He ducks down to kiss you gently.

You’re still smiling when he moves to rest his chin on your head. “And you are better than my vibrator.”

There’s a comfortable pause, and then you decide you may as well do what you do best and ruin everything. “So, is now the time when I ask you the phrase that every frat boy dreads to hear?” You start, and he’s already looking at you when you glance up again. “What are we?”

He shrugs, looking totally nonplussed. “That’s up to you. I will literally go out there right now and announce to the entire party that you’re my girlfriend and I’m the first man to ever make you come, if that’s what you want.”

You press your face to his chest and laugh self-consciously. “Well, I think they already know about the second part. I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

His lips brush against your temple. “Don’t be. I want them all to know who’s fucking you right.”

You sigh, wondering how on earth this kid is real. There’s a big part of you, especially with the high of two orgasms rattling around in your brain, that wants to take the leap right now, straight into the unknown. You want to trust him fully, but you’re still scared of the uncertainty, the potential for disaster. It’s been a long time since you let someone all the way in.

“But the G word…” you say nervously. “That’s a lot for me, at least right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says simply, and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face betrays no hurt feelings or hidden agenda. It makes you feel like it really is okay. “We can be whatever you want,” he continues. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You can feel yourself getting emotional, and you bring your cheek to his chest again, hoping he can’t tell. “Well, whatever label we put on it, you are eating me out like that at least once a week.”

“Once a week?” He huffs softly. “How about once a day?” He shifts slightly to trail kisses along your neck. “Actually,” he murmurs in your ear, “I could go for seconds right now…”

You laugh and shove against his chest. “Hey, I’m still getting used to this brave new world over here. If you make me come again tonight I think I might literally die in your bed.” He relents with a smug smile and a kiss pressed to your cheek.

“But if you wanted to wake me up that way tomorrow…” you offer, and he gets that goddamn look in his eyes, the one that may forever be known as the look that ruined your life.

“Oh, I think we can make that happen.”

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Gradation, Part 9.5 | JJK

Gradation, Part 9.5

gra·​da·​tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

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Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 6.8K+ words

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF--you could bounce off it; some alcohol consumption; excessive cussing; extreme cheesiness; grand romantic gestures; protected!sex; exhibitionism; oral (F-receiving); body worship; praise kink; dirty talk; vulnerable confessions

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: I can't believe this is the second to last chapter! Being off work for the last couple weeks has given me a LOT of time to think about JK and YN so I had to split this monster in two.

Events take place right after Part 9 so please read that first before jumping into this--unless you'd prefer to get right to the good stuff.

Please let me know what you think or feel free to send questions 📩

Thank you for all the love you’ve shown Gradation!

Dinner goes by like a breeze–he ended up helping you prepare and cook the soup.

Jimin was right–there were no awkward, getting-to-know you conversations. And just as Jungkook said–things didn’t have to change. You were still friends but with a little extra something mixed in.

At some point during the course of the evening, Jungkook declares that he wants to take you on a real, legitimate date.

You argue that this dinner should already be considered a date but he disagrees. It’s a prelude, at best but not a date-date.

You’ve been privy to some of his first date stories and from what you’ve gathered, he wants to leave a good impression especially if he’s really into somebody. It’s different now, though…because he wants to impress you.

You finally relent and let him sort out the details.

“You know you can just take me for ramen or something. I’m a cheap date and all I want is good food.” You kept trying to argue as he walked you to your car.

“Psh…” he dismissed you. “That wouldn’t fly with me. I want to plan something that will blow you away. And I think I might have an idea already.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You eyed him suspiciously. “Fine,” you roll your eyes. “Just let me know when.”

“Yes,” he pumps his fist as if he won some competition.

“Okay well…I’m up for a hellish few days at work and I might even have to be on-call over the weekend so whatever you think you might be planning, just keep that in mind,” you warned.

“Of course. I’ll check in with you to make sure the timing works out.”

You retrieved your keys, preparing to unlock your car.

“You got everything,” he asks.

You hummed and rocked back on your heels.

He moves in closer and you meet him halfway, tilting your head to the side as he pressed a kiss on your lips, stopping short of deepening it.

When he pulled back, you sighed, suddenly feeling bereft.

“Text me when you get home?” You bit your lip and nodded.

He stood and watched as you drove away.

For the first time in a while, you didn’t need to look over your shoulder, or wait for the other shoe to drop. Your mind was clear and thought that you had truly opened yourself to possibilities of happiness.

“Do you need me to help you pick another outfit,” Taehyung laughed.

“I think I can manage,” you said as you took a sip of your drink.

“I mean–if that dress that we picked for Jin’s party was any indication, you could go for something similar,” he teased. “Instant bo—“

You shrieked. “Oh my god, Tae–stop it!”

He doubled-over in laughter.

“Besides, if I picked something similar, I would freeze to death,” you said, blushing.

“You know, Jiminie was right. You and JK–it just makes sense. It doesn’t have to be complicated all the time.”

“Yeah. I mean–there’s a lingering fear but whatever happens happens,” you shrugged.

“That’s true. I might be jumping the gun here but—I’m happy for both of you, really,” he says with his signature boxy smile.

You smiled at him warmly.

“And not to beat a dead horse but—I just want to see you happy,” he said while fidgeting with your discarded cocktail umbrella.

He sighed deeply. “Seeing you break down in the chapel that day…it haunts me every now and then. For one person to feel all that at the same time? I can’t imagine it.”

“Tae…” You blinked away tears.

He takes a cocktail napkin and dabs it away.

“But you came back from that, YN. You did it!”

“Not without a lot of help,” you said with a crooked smile.

“Still. You’re here. It means there’s hope for us all.”

You both chuckled.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you made me cry. And now I can’t show my face here again,” you glanced at the bartender.

You both laughed as you caught up over another round of drinks.

It’s finally here, your first official date with Jungkook! On the days leading up to this, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t stress and just wanted to relax and have a great time. No expectations! And yet here you are fussing with your dress.

You kept asking Jungkook for hints as to where he was taking you. You reasoned that you only want to dress appropriately for the weather and location.

The only clue that he gave away was that it was indoors. Real helpful. So you decided on a lightweight wool sweater dress that had an off-shoulder, asymmetrical neckline. It could work with warm or cool weather.

You accessorized with a belt around your waist and decided on black tights for bottoms and leather boots that stopped right below your knees for comfort.

A buzz on your door tells you that Jungkook is right on time. You finally stop messing with your outfit to answer the door.

As soon as you open it, you are greeted with ‘side-brushed hair, button-down shirt, black jeans, and combat boots’ Jungkook. You gawked him while he eyed you with the same amount of hunger.

When did it get hot in here? And he left the top two buttons undone? What does he want from you?!

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he interrupts your dirty thoughts.

“You clean up well yourself,” you managed to say.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, I just need to grab my coat and my purse.”

You both make your way down to his car. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman that he is.

As he gets in the driver seat, he reaches back to retrieve something.

“For you.” He presents you with a single, red, long-stemmed rose. You bring it to your nose to smell it right as you accept it from him. He’s already racking up points and the evening just started.

“And…I’m going to need you to put this on.” He shows you something that looks like the eye mask that you use when you go to sleep.

You look at it incredulously. “A blindfold? You’re not trying to get kinky all of a sudden are you,” you teased.

He laughs at the thought then turns serious quickly. “Who says I wasn’t to begin with,” he says, raising his pierced eyebrow.

You sink into your seat hoping it would swallow you up right now.

“It’s only for a few minutes. I just don’t want to spoil anything. I promise you’ll like it…and if you don’t, I have chocolate-based desserts ready.”

You eye him suspiciously for a second but acquiesce and put the blindfold on.

It felt like a 10-minute drive on the highway and judging by the constant stop-and-go motions, he had gotten off an exit and took some side streets.

You continue to make casual conversation in the car the whole drive until you feel the car slow down and slightly dip as if he was descending into a parking structure.

The engine turns off and you hear rustling as Jungkook pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“I just need to make a quick call.”

“I swear to God, Jungkook. If this is some sick kidnapping kink, I will cut you.”

Jungkook starts howling. “Dude, can you just be quiet for a minute and let me make this phone call?”

You groan in response and relent.

You hear a deep voice pick up on the other end.

“Hey…we’re here. I parked in the back like you said. I saw your bike so I figured we were in the right place…Right by the door?...Alright, cool…See you in a bit.” He ends the call.

“Alright, it’s a short walk but I want you to keep the blindfold on, okay?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “You know, you’re going to regret all that attitude once I reveal this location.”

“Okay, okay. Putting it away now.” You hated surprises because it made your mind race and guessing drove you crazy.

“Good. Let’s go, he’s there and just opened the backdoor for us.”

Jungkook carefully helps you out of the car and you walk a short distance to whatever backdoor this is.

“Jungkookah,” a deep voice greets him.

“Hi, hyung. Thanks for this huge favor.”

“It’s no problem at all,” the deep voice responds. “I hope she likes it. I strategically turned some lights off to change the vibe a bit,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I’m rambling. Just follow me.”

“Oh, right on!”

“Uh, hi,” you utter. “Sorry, I can’t see you right now but thank you for doing this.”

The deep voice laughed amusingly. “Happy to do it. There weren’t any events today so Jungkook asked at the perfect time. I also owe him a favor or two.”

You walk through what sounds like an underground structure with the way your voices echo. You also hear fans whirring, which makes you think that you were next to a boiler room or industrial passageway.

After walking through another set of doors, the echoing ceased and the room sounded calm. You moved a few more steps further until Jungkook and the unknown voice deemed you to be in an optimal position.

“Alright, well…here you go,” the deep voice says.

“Ready, YN?”

“Yes…” you say in anticipation.

Jungkook gently pulls the blindfold off you and you gasp as soon as you recognize where you’re at.

Soft blue and purple shades radiate around the space to enhance the centerpiece of the room—a huge coral reef that houses thousands of tropical fishes of different species native to the Asia-Pacific. You have been to this place multiple times before but you always had to contend with tourists or school children on field trips.

You were at the City Aquarium. You stand in awe at this magnificent view.

You spun around until your eyes found him. “Oh my…Jungkook! This is amazing,” you gasped.

He stands there with a huge grin on his face, clearly pleased with himself.

“How did—“

You glanced over behind him and guessed that this was the man with the deep voice who guided you through the bowels of this aquarium.

“YN, I don’t know if you remember one of my clients, Namjoon-hyung.”

“And a good friend, too.” He walks up to shake your hand and gives you a dimpled smile which you thought was charming.

“Yes, of course. I’ve heard so much about you!” And possibly a little more than you know, based on your last exchange with Lisa.

Jungkook gives you a baffled look since he doesn’t remember bringing up Namjoon that much in your regular conversations. He thought you were just being polite.

“So good to see you again. I thought you worked at the City Museum?”

“I do, but I have a small office space here as well for research. I’ve always had a keen interest in arthropods–focusing on crabs–and mostly advocating for sustainable fishing methods to maintain the healthy population in the area.”

You could see why Lisa was clearly enraptured with him. The man just screams range!

“Wow, I don’t know how you juggle it all. Thank you for accommodating us.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. When Jungkook called me and talked to me about this whole plan, I was a little skeptical at first. But one day a month, we close down a bit earlier for inventory and some maintenance. Some of the researchers get some quiet time as well. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.”

“I hope we’re not imposing, hyung.”

“Not at all,” he laughs. “It’s mostly quiet and we have a small team working this evening but they’ll be mostly glued to their computers trying to finish their research so you’ll have this area all to yourselves. The maintenance crew finished ahead of schedule as well so you two are lucky.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Thanks again, hyung.”

“Of course! And I asked my assistant to help set up this little area as well. The caterer pretty much had everything ready to go.”

You turn around to see which area he was referring to and see a small table with two place settings, lit with tea lights. Some cut flowers adorn the center of the table as well.

“Alright. Well, just give me a call when you guys are done. I’ll be upstairs in my office.” You bid your farewells to Namjoon for now and thank him once again while he retreated to his office.

You walk over to the table and see that it is set up right next to the leafy sea dragons—your favorite attraction.

“Kook, this is insane! How did you pull this off?”

“Hobi’s not the only one with connections that matter.”

“I’m…very impressed.”

Jungkook tilts his chin up proudly. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

It turns out that the caterer was one of Hobi’s connections. They had done small events for him in the past so he got them connected with Jungkook.

You both gab away during dinner then after dessert, you go for a leisurely stroll to view the other attractions at the aquarium.

About two hours pass and Jungkook asks you if it was alright to call Namjoon. Even though he said to take your time, you didn’t want to take advantage of it even though it was such a great opportunity to explore the museum freely.

Namjoon arrives about the same time the caterers return to pick up their supplies. You exchange thank you’s as Namjoon walks you back down the same path that you took coming in here. He explains that it was indeed the staff entrance.

“You caught me at a perfect time, man. This might be one of the last times that we see each other,” Namjoon said.

“What do you mean? Are you going somewhere?”

“Somewhat. I, uh, took a new position. In Paris,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wow, hyung! Congratulations,” Jungkook exclaims.

“Congratulations, oppa! How exciting!” You smiled, knowing exactly why he was moving.

“Yeah, I’m leaving in a month. Just waiting for the visas and whatnot to be mailed out. But uh, yeah. I’m very excited!”

“Aww man…It’s gonna suck not getting to work with you anymore but I’m happy for you,” Jungkook says, giving him a quick bro-handshake.

“Thanks. We should schedule a meeting soon, discussing contact turnover and all that.”

“Of course, of course! Just email me, yeah?”

“Will do. And good seeing you again, YN.”

“Thanks, Namjoon-oppa.”

Before you head over back to Jungkook’s car, he offers you both another tour, during the daytime, before he was due to leave and he’d be happy to oblige. You made a mental note to send Lisa a message later to get all of the juicy details.

Afterwards, you drive back to your place. The rose in one hand and the other laced with Jungkook’s hand. You look at each other and smile warmly at how beautiful this night turned out to be.

*******

You walk hand in hand down your hallway towards your door. As you turn around to face him, he asks if you had a good time.

“God, no! It was terrible,” you said sarcastically.

He laughs as he wraps an arm around your waist while pulling you close to him. He knows that sarcasm is basically your second language.

You then instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. “I had an amazing time, Kook. I’m not gonna lie but that blew me away. Might be hard to top that one,” you tease.

“Ahh…just wait and see. I’ve got more up my sleeve,” he teases as his face inches closer to yours. He looks into your eyes, down at your lips, then back up at your eyes.

You take the hint and tilt your face up closer until you’re nose to nose. He closes the gap as his lips gently brushes yours and finally kisses them.

This wasn’t necessarily your first kiss but it sure felt like one. Although it was just a slightly long peck to your lips, you instantly feel as if hundreds of butterflies had just emerged from their chrysalis and taken flight. It gave you that familiar tingle down your spine.

You never thought you’d get this feeling again, much less from your best friend. However, any remaining apprehension that you had about pursuing a romantic relationship with him fades with this kiss. The butterflies don’t lie.

You open your mouth slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in. You tighten your grip on his neck as your kisses deepen. Tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, he squeezes your hip with one hand while the other is resting on the small of your back—respectfully resisting the urge to squeeze your ass and grind his hips into yours.

You wished you had the same amount of self control.

When you both finally come up for air, you feel your heart racing. As you rest your hand on his chest, you feel his heart flutter just the same. He rests his forehead into yours as both your breaths stutter, trying to get them under control.

We’re in trouble here.

“Just to remind you…I don’t have sex on the first date,” you manage to say between pants.

He pushed his lower lip forward in a mock pout. “Then you should have worn a different dress.”

You tried so hard to keep a straight face but crack when you see his lips twitch and it’s not long before both of you burst into fits of giggles.

He then sighs and looks up at you with hooded eyes. With a low voice, he asks, “Does this mean I get a second date,” and finishes it off with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

You need to put a stop to this right now before you drag him inside, rip his shirt open and watch those buttons fly.

Instead, you settle with smoothing non-existent wrinkles on his shirt. You stand your ground and respond with a simple, “Yes.”

He gives you a wide grin and nods, “Good. Did I tell you that you look really beautiful tonight?”

Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment. “Mm-hmm. Several times.”

“Okay, just making sure.” Now it was his turn to get all bashful.

You look away to dig your keys out of your purse and turn to unlock your door. You turn back around to face him and tell him you had a really great time and wish him a good night.

He takes the opportunity to give you another kiss. This time, it was open-mouthed, without tongue but it lit that same flame in your belly that warmed your chest like a smooth shot of tequila—equally giving you the same dizzy feeling.

“Call or text when you get home?” You pull away.

“I will,” he promises. And unlike other dates you’ve had, you know that he’s good for it. “Goodnight.”

“Good night.” You watch him walk towards the elevator and push the down button. He looks down at his shoes and puts his hands in his pockets as he waits for the cab to arrive at your floor.

As the elevator dings open, he holds the doors so they don’t close on him. He looks back at you, smiles, and nods ‘goodbye.’ You give him a small wave back and bite your lip as he steps into the elevator. With a small thud, the doors shut.

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Hobi exclaims on the phone.

“Oppa, you too?! Am I like, the last person on earth to pick up on this,” you asked.

“I have to say, sis—you’re very observant and have great instincts but you definitely glossed over this one. I mean, Jungkook did too, but the point is, this is finally happening,” he reveals excitedly.

“Wha—“ you pout. “I feel like it would have saved me a lot of grief and not to mention saved mom and dad money if you had spoken up about this before and I wouldn’t have wasted my time on Derek.”

Hobi has always been protective of you. That’s what brothers do. They feel that they have the sole right to annoy you but when they sense other dudes sniffing around their sister’s perimeter, they turn into defenders of their universe.

He has never hovered or meddled in your relationships. He offers advice when you ask for it and keeps a respectful distance and tries to be neutral and reserve judgment until he needs to call bullshit out.

Somehow, this is not the case when it comes to Jungkook. It sounds like he’s been rooting for him this whole time. And that is something foreign to you because although he showed Derek respect while you were together, there was an underlying hint that Hobi did not like him. And your brother liked everybody.

“Ah, c'mon, YN. You guys had to come to it on your own time—when you were both on the same page. If you do things before you’re ready, it would feel forced. Contrived. And then it would have just turned to shit,” he explains further.

You nod at your brother’s words even though he can’t see you through the phone.

“So you think dad won’t try and put on his Vito Corleone impression if I brought him over for dinner? ‘You come into my house…’” you trail off in your best Godfather voice.

Hobi roars into fits of belly laughs while on his car’s bluetooth speaker as he comes to a stop at the light. The driver in the car next to him eyes Hobi strangely as he loses his shit. He doesn’t have a care in the world. He will laugh with his whole body if something is legitimately funny—he just won’t hold back.

“Aahh…YN,” he sighs as he catches his breath. “It warms my soul and my lungs to hear you make jokes again.”

You smile into the phone once more. “And to answer your question, to be real—there’s a small chance that he might try it just because circumstances have changed between you two. So, if he does try, just humor him, yeah?”

You roll your eyes at this. “Fine,” you relent.

“C’mon, don’t be so pressed. Dad loves Jungkookie. But dad wouldn’t be dad if he didn’t try and make his baby girl’s boyfriend squirm first.”

Hmm…boyfriend. You blush at the term.

The light turns green and Hobi proceeds to turn towards the parking structure where his next meeting is located.

“Anyway,” he pauses to grab a parking pass, “He and I spoke a couple days before your date…I don’t know—trying to get my permission or whatever. I just laughed at him. I told him, ‘Listen, bro. You don’t have to ask me if I was cool with you dating my little sister. You’re not a stranger to me.’

Besides, I already gave him the whole spiel when you guys were teenagers with his raging hormones. So far, he’s made good on that promise and I just reminded him that all of that still stands…even 10-12 years later. And I don’t care if he works out more than I do now because I can still do painful things to him.”

He pulls into a spot then turns off his engine. “I say, enjoy it. Have fun—but spare me the details, okay? You’re still my sister and he’s like my default brother. I don’t need to know what all goes on behind—“

“Okay, Hobi! I got it,” you cut him off abruptly.

He laughed. “Alright, YN. Good talk. Love you!”

“Love you back!”

“How’s that proposal going, YN? Will that be ready for me to review for quality assurance at the end of the week?”

You look up from your notes to give Yoongi an update. “Yes. We’re just waiting on one more letter of commitment from a subcontractor and the final numbers from the budget team. Both of those are expected by close of business today.”

“Excellent. Well, thanks, everyone! It’s going to be a busy next few months so I appreciate you getting ahead of the game. See you all at the next check-in. If anything comes up before then, you know that my door’s always open.”

The team murmurs their thanks and the staff meeting officially adjourns.

“YN, can I have a quick word?”

“Sure. What’s up?” You took a couple of steps closer to Yoongi after picking up your laptop and printouts.

“Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah,” you beamed. “Lots of exciting opportunities are coming in.”

“Good. And everything else,” he gave you a knowing smile.

You chuckled. “Everything else is amazing, Yoongi.”

“Seems so. You look…different.”

You furrowed your brows. “Different how?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like a huge weight was lifted off you or something.”

“Oh,” you laughed. “I mean—I guess you could say that.”

You felt lighter, indeed. Still coming down from a high after making things official with Jungkook. I guess when you radiate happiness, everybody else could feel it.

“I won’t pry but I’m glad to hear it. I thought this might be the perfect time to share some news with you.”

“News?”

“I know your annual review isn’t officially for another week but I wanted to unofficially welcome you to the senior staff group.”

You gasped. “Oh my god! Yoongi! How? I-I thought I had to be leading three projects for at least two years to be considered?”

“Well, the board and other powers-that-be were very impressed with your performance at the convention so they decided to make an exception,” he said smugly.

Your jaw dropped as you were utterly speechless. “Would it be incredibly unprofessional of me to hug you right now?”

He pursed his lips then sighed. “You know that I am not a hugger–“

He quickly glanced to make sure that nobody was standing or walking by the conference room.

“But…fine, hurry up while the coast is clear. And nobody can know about this!”

You squealed and quickly wrapped your arms around your boss. “Thank you so much, Yoongi!”

You felt his hand lightly pat you in the back.

As you pulled away, he gave you a gummy smile. “Congratulations. You deserve it, YN.”

“You gave me all of the tools to succeed. This is as much your success as it is mine!”

He nodded in appreciation.

“And YN, it goes without saying that this is company confidential until I meet with all of the directors next week to certify it. I also don’t want Andy to find out early—not that I give a shit since he doesn’t directly report to me”

You both chuckled.

“Alright. Back to work!” With a wink, he walked out of the conference room.

As you walk back into your office and settle back into your desk, you pick up your cell to share the happy news with Jungkook.

After you hit ‘send,’ you glance up at your bulletin board and see three strips of photos of you and him that were taken many years ago at a photo booth.

The first two were variations of you contorting your faces at the camera and laughing but the third strip of photos was what caught your eye.

You reached over to unpin it from your board to take a closer look.

He was facing you and you were facing him. The photo set looked more like transition shots–like neither of you were ready. But it was the way you looked at each other in those photos that held your attention.

Jungkook was always first on your call list—it wasn’t your mom, your dad, or Hobi.

It didn’t matter whether you had happy news or sad news—he was always the first to know. The first to tell you, ‘Congrats, let’s celebrate!’ or ‘I’m sorry, that sucks. Wanna talk about it?’

And maybe you didn’t think much of it until now but looking back at these photos, you realize that after all these years and everything that you’ve been through together, he was there for every important milestone. It wasn’t by default or out of convenience—but because you specifically chose him to be present in every moment to share it with you.

[Jungkookie] 10:37 AM: FUCK, YEAH! CONGRATS!!! You deserve it, bub! Let’s celebrate!!! 🍾🍾🍾

And with that, it wasn’t difficult to discern that you were in love with him, too.

Over the weekend, you decided to go with something a bit more low-key following a grand, breathtaking first date from the previous week.

You found a drive-in movie theater about an hour away and proposed to go there for your second date and celebrate your promotion.

Although most of the theater’s features were fairly vintage, the concessions had both classic and contemporary offerings from popcorn and candy to made-to-order snacks and even included some food trucks that had a variety of cuisines.

“You know, we could have gone to a nice restaurant and ordered some champagne,” he said glumly.

You both settled into the back seat, with the front seats collapsed, after you both picked up your food.

“What? You don’t like tacos and wings,” you asked while you took a bite out of your food held on a cardboard serving tray.

“Well…yeah but not for a date,” he sulks.

You took his chin and turned it towards you.

“Hey—it’s me. I don’t need to be impressed. You, most of all, don’t need to impress me, okay?”

“Fine.” He gave you a small smile.

“Good.” You crane your neck up slightly to give him a peck on the lips then munch on a chip.

“Can I get another one of those?”

“Oh, here—“ You offer him your tray of chips.

He rolled his eyes. “No, weirdo!”

He tilts your chin up and lowers his lips to kiss you.

This was going to be a normal occurrence now. It wasn’t like before where you had to steal them behind closed doors. He could kiss you wherever and whenever he wanted.

You pull back with a soft moan as you feel that familiar heat pooling between your thighs.

“Easy there—that car is literally right next to us,” you pointed out.

“My windows are tinted,” he argued while he pulled your mouth back into his, slipping his tongue in.

You pulled away again, giggling. “I know and don’t get me wrong—while this is on my bucket list, I’d rather it be in a dark, quiet spot where we’re completely alone and I can shamelessly scream your name over and over.”

He grinned at the promise of future car sex with you. “I won’t forget that you said that!”

You enjoyed the rest of the movie, mostly keeping your hands to yourselves apart from picking off each other’s food.

*******

When you got back to your place, all bets were off.

Your lips were locked from the moment you walked through your door until you both settled into your couch.

You quickly break your kiss and turn to straddle his hips. Sensing his apprehension, you put him at ease.

“Kook, I want this. And I want you. Will you take me?”

He cups your jaw and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything in my life more than this.”

He pulls you back into his lips to kiss you deeply. You roll your hips closer to his, grinding over his hard length in the process. He lets out a soft groan.

Suddenly, you feel yourself lift off the couch. Your eyes fly open to find that you are still in Jungkook’s arms and making his way into your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, baby. I just wanna do this right.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and sets you down on the edge of your bed.

He straightens up to grab the hem of his shirt and pulls it off over his head. His bare torso in full view. And that sleeve…God damn that sleeve…

You sit there aghast at his audacity. “Are you deliberately trying to torture me?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea—“ as he looks down at his crotch, “what torture is.”

His cock is visibly straining against his jeans. You lick your lips then catch your lower one between your teeth.

“So…are you going to teach me a lesson or what,” you challenge as you take your own shirt off and lean back on your elbows. The peaks of your breasts pushed up nicely by a lacey, demi-bra that you purposely wore should things escalate tonight.

He gives a low, soft growl while he leaned down on the bed, his lips less than an inch from yours.

“As much as I want to ravage you in every way possible–I just want to take my time with you tonight.”

Your breath hitched as he nuzzled his nose onto yours. You tilted your head back to kiss him again. His hand cupped the base of your head, deepening it further.

You barely felt your back hit the mattress as he lowered you carefully without breaking contact from your lips, while your nails grazed the length of his back. Your kisses were soft and slow. You gently tugged on his bottom lip and teased him with the stroke of your tongue along his, eliciting a low moan from him.

He pulled back and you looked up at him–deep, dark eyes staring back at you. His fingertips brushed your temples, your cheekbone, and down to your throat. He tipped your chin to the side and pressed gentle kisses along your jawline.

He continues to kiss you down your neck, and between your breasts–his hair tickling your exposed skin. You feel him pull down the cups of your bra as he slowly suckled on each nipple.

“Kook…” you gasped.

He moved lower and planted kisses on your rib cage. He undoes the button and unzips your jeans and proceeds to rid you off your bottoms.

He sucks on your hip bone, making you buck your hips in anticipation. He gets a glimpse of your exposed ass cheeks from the g-string that you wore.

“Fuck. I swear, you’re trying to kill me,” he mutters under his breath while you gave him a sly smile.

But he kept his control and maintained his slow, even pace. He slowly tugs at the useless piece of soaked material covering your crotch, urging you to lift your hips.

He spreads your legs, fully exposing you for him while he settles between them.

Dizzy with arousal, you lean on your elbows, wanting to watch him work. But instead of going right for the target, he alternated kissing and sucking on your inner thighs.

You groan in both pleasure and impatience. “Now you’re trying to kill me,” you breathed.

He chuckled in response then took you by surprise by licking one, long, lingering strip on your aching slit.

“Hah,” you gasped loudly and your elbows buckled but you kept them steady, determined to keep watching him while his mouth was sealed around your clit.

He locked eyes with you while he kept up his steady, leisurely oral assault on you. He inserts one, then two fingers into you–pumping and teasing your inner walls.

Your breaths become shallower and he feels your walls tighten their grip around his digits.

“Fuuuckk, Jungkook,” you whined, “I’m close.”

“I know, baby. I know…I can feel it,” he said as he slid a third finger in you while the tip of his tongue kept teasing your clit.

Just then, your jaw went slack and you threw your head back as your body went rigid from your orgasm rippling through you.

As you came to, he wasted no time sealing his lips on yours again–tasting traces of your arousal from his tongue.

“You look so beautiful when you come undone for me,” he utters.

“Please–I’m so ready for you,” you mewled after coming down from your high.

He glances away at you and you follow his line of sight to your nightstand. You nodded, confirming his unspoken question.

He briefly slides off the bed to reach over and retrieve the condoms that you kept in your drawer.

He sheds his jeans and boxers in one swift motion and steps out of them while you unhook your bra and toss it to the side.

After he slides the condom down his length, he returns to press his body against you once more–kissing and savoring you. He urges your legs to wrap around him while you lay your back flat on the mattress.

You moaned at the feel of the tip of his cock brushing your entrance. He breaks your kiss to briefly lock eyes with you while he gradually pushes every inch of himself into you. He hissed while you fought the urge to roll your eyes to the back of your head from sheer pleasure.

He started rolling his hips–each move was calculated and torturous. You moaned as your previously gentle raking on his back now had you digging your nails and leaving crescent-shaped dents all over his skin.

He picked up the pace and thrusted harder and deeper, the tip of his cock meeting the edge of your cervix.

He takes your hands from his back and holds them down on the mattress, over your head, lacing his fingers with yours without missing a beat.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good for me,” he moans in your ear and nipped on your earlobe.

Your walls instantly contract around him. “Fuck…yesss…” you hissed.

Your climax continues to build up as he continues his relentless pace.

“Oohhhmygod…don’t stop, Kook. I’m close, I’m close,” you chanted.

He pressed his forehead against yours. “C’mon, YN…cum for me,” he urged.

“Yes, fuck…ahh,” you yelped as you came in a violent rush, lungs burning as you tried to desperately catch your breath.

Suddenly, he sits up, resting on the back of his heels as he grips your hips and tilts you at an optimal angle. He continued to roll his hips into you, making you whine at your current hypersensitive state but also because of how much deeper he was. Your insides continue to clench, extending your orgasm further.

A few more thrusts from him and he was groaning your name repeatedly–as his own orgasm possessed him. He shuddered as he emptied himself into the condom while his sweat dripped on your bare skin.

He gingerly pulls out of you and discards the condom in the wastebasket by your bed.

As he lays back down next to you, he takes your hand and puts it over his chest. You were in a dazed, fucked out state but you felt the steady thump of his heartbeat.

“Only for you, YN,” he gasped. “Just you.”

*******

You lay in bed together naked but with the sheets on. Your arms and legs entangled, no words exchanged. The occasional soft kisses, fingers brushing each other’s cheeks, chest…listening to the rise and fall of the other’s breaths. You laid like this for a few minutes after you both came down from your orgasmic highs, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Kookie,” you break his reverie.

“Hm?” He hums in response.

“I’m so happy that you’re back in my life.”

He cocks his head back to get a look at you. “Well…I technically never left.”

You traced random patterns on his bare chest with your fingertip.

“Yes, but you know what I mean. I know that we already talked about this but remember our last fight? How angry you were?”

He didn’t really want to think about it anymore–that feeling of resentment towards you.

“Mm-hm,” he responds tentatively.

“There was one thing that I said to you that I couldn’t get past. I remember saying, ‘Why are you standing in the way of my happiness?’ And up until we started pursuing this relationship, I’m now having a better understanding of it. Hindsight can be a good thing every now and then.”

“Uh huh…” he says, urging you to continue.

“I realize now that you were not standing in the way of my happiness.”

Your fingers stopped fidgeting and you smiled warmly at him.

“Instead, you were trying to show me that it was right in front of me this whole time. It just took me a while to realize it.”

He regards you closely, taking in this revelation.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s heart soars. His smile was like a ray of glee breaking through overcast skies that hung over you.

His thumb brushes your lip. “I love you…so much.”

You tilt your chin up to give him a kiss. He smiles into your mouth and lightly chuckles.

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“I’m just happy.” He grins in his big, bunny smile.

You beamed at him. “I love you,” you say again.

“I love you, too,” he responded, nuzzling his nose on yours.

You can’t explain it but you’re pretty sure that this is what pure bliss feels like.

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[d2kvirus]

Dickheads of the Month: September 2020

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of September 2020 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

Remember how proven liar Boris Johnson said he had a world-beating oven-ready Britait deal, which was also the basis of his election slogan campaign of “Get Britait done” and the lack of support for the deal is the reason he sacked 21 of his own MPs?  Just asking, because he tore the whole thing up and said it was unworkable - which also led to Brandon Lewis saying in Parliament, so it is now forever enshrined in the Hansard, that De Pfeffel merely broke international law “in a very specific and limited way” - you know, sort of like how the Manson Family broke the law in a very specific and limited way

The bold vision of a new BBC shared by Tim Davie was revealed when he threatened comedy shows with the axe if they kept making jokes about Britait, the Tory Party or Donald Trump on his first day on the job, because as we all know the best form of comedy comes from punching down rather than up, which is why Little Britain definitely hasn’t aged appallingly

Master of decorum Donald Trump couldn’t even wait a few short hours after Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s death before he started rallying the foot soldiers about cramming somebody more fitting with what he wanted into the Supreme Court

Mayor of Amity Island governor of Florida Ron DeSantis continued his bid to be recognised for having the worst response to the Covid pandemic in the congress of having the worst possible response to the Covid pandemic by deciding that, actually, the state of Florida needs to lessen its Covid restrictions at a time when cases of Covid have begun to rise alarmingly in the state

It’s no surprise that proven liar Boris Johnson lied in Parliament by referring to Serco’s failing test & trace app as “NHS Test & Trace” - however the biggest issue is that the BBC had been using the exact same phrase for at least two weeks before that

Nobody was surprised to hear smirking cretin Priti Patel personally using the term “activist lawyers” that the Home Office (headed by P. Patel) had previously used to dehumanise and demean people upholding those pesky immigration laws that the Tory Party really don’t like getting in the way

Tax dodging orange goblin Donald Trump was asked a simple question: Do you think that white supremacists are a problem?  We are still waiting for an answer to that question...

Okay, so now the Conservative Party are cracking down on people breaking lockdown, with threats of a £10,000 fine - rather than circling the wagons around them and throwing out one cock and bull excuse after another like they did when Dominic Cummings broke lockdown to nip off to Durham after testing positive for Covid on what just so happened to be his wife’s birthday

You know that Matt Hancock is good at his job when, having been sent out in front of the cameras to defend The Tory Party appointing ex-Australian PM and all-around arsehole Tony Abbott as a trade advisor in spite his history of misogynistic, homophobic and “Let’s kill the elderly so we can survive Covid” comments the best he could do was say he was a good negotiator...which promptly led to all manner of comments about Harold Shipman being a good GP and Fred West laying one hell of a patio 

According to Jacob Rees Mogg the public having a legitimate complaint about it being damn near impossible to have a Covid test is nothing more than “endless carping” and not, say, legitimate criticism of a woefully underprepared government trying to coast by on the bare minimum who have the gall to try and blame the public for their long list of catestrophic fuckups

It was no surprise to hear proven liar Boris Johnson hand-wringing about “the freedom of the press” after Extinction Rebellion finally realised that being annoying idiots is far more likely to gain support if you’re being annoying idiots with a purpose - just as it was no surprise to hear that proven liar Boris Johnson had no opinion whatsoever of Tim Davie telling BBC newsreaders to fall in line with the corporation (read: Tory) line or they’d be sacked

Once again there was a chance for Keir Starmer to show that his talk of being “true Opposition” is more than a soundbite and, once again, he wimped out on it when ordering Labour MPs to abstain from voting on the Overseas Operations (Service Personnel and Veterans) Bill for fear of being accused of being “anti-British” by voting for a bill created to stop prosecution of British troops for using torture instead of voting against it - and then sacking Nadia Whittome, Beth Winter, and Olivia Blake from their junior ministerial positions when they were three of the 18 Labour MPs who voted against it

It clearly never occurred to Marsha Blackburn when she was browbeating people about the Constitution of the US never being rewritten that the Constitution of the US has been rewritten several times already.  There’s a reason they’re called “Amendments” and not “Footnotes” you know...

Smirking cretin Priti Patel proudly stated that, if she saw her neighbours, she’d gladly call the police due to them breaking the law.  This was around 14 hours after she’d voted to break international law in the Commons, or a few short years after she broke ministerial code by nipping over to Israel to have undisclosed meetings with israeli officials, which begs the question about whether her neighbours are just as willing, doesn’t it?

Judging by Alan Sugar tweeting out conspiracy theories about Covid being created in a Wuhan lab, I think it's safe to say that no Apprentice game show host is capable of not acting like a complete arse on Twitter.  Luckily for the UK, Sugar isn’t Prime Minister - he’s merely a member of the House of Lords...

It’s been a while since WWE acted like totalitarian dicks to the wrestlers employed independently contracted to them but they managed to find one by telling every single one of their employees independent contractors that they could no longer use Twitch or Cameo as it was decided this was being “detrimental” to the company...you know, the bunch of carnies who sign billion dollar deals with our journalist-murdering, woman-oppressing, Yemeni-slaughtering, 9/11-planning “allies” Saudi Arabia, don’t have any for of healthcare for their employees independent contractors, continued a pay per view even though one of their employees independent contractors died due to a stunt going wrong that was linked to the company cheaping out on a safety harness, and apparently not knowing that the term “independent contractor” doesn’t mean the company can sign them to five year deals but sack them at any point - and then prevent them from working anywhere else for 90 days

We had confirmation of Alison Pearson possessing a terrifying combination of pig ignorance and outright sociopathy when she began a Telegraph article with the following: “My son has Covid-19.  Good.”

Sour grapes from Lisa Nandy over people forgetting she was in the Labour leadership race judging by how she apparently didn’t listen to a party pledge to tax corporations and instead spout off a bunch of nonsensical gibberish that sounded uncannily like Britain First rhetoric under the belief that sounding like Britain First is guaranteed to win back working class Northern voters

Litigious TERF JK Rowling revealed her latest book is about a man who murders people while dressed as a woman, which definitely hasn’t drawn any form of comment whatsoever...

You would like to believe that reports of Limestone Games not only effectively stealing the game Aeon Must Die! from the actual dev team who were forced out of the company by a culture of abuse and harassment by a shady cabal who took over the studio would have eld to the game’s release being postponed, especially after it emerged that assets used in the game’s trailer were infringing on various copyrights - but instead Focus Home Entertainment responded by twiddling their thumbs and doing nothing

I’m sure there’s no connection between Alan Sugar demanding people go back to work as if the number of Covid cases has been rising to an alarming degree and how Alan Sugar is bemoaning that his commercial property portfolio is not making him “enough” money due to people staying at home.  None whatsoever...

The fact that those moron parents in California started a wildfire after setting off fireworks for their baby’s gender reveal party that led to over 20,000 people having to evacuate their homes is dickheaded enough - but the fact that it’s not the first case of this happening, as a similar incident happened in Arizona back in 2018, makes them look even more dickheaded

If you want to say you put Britain before anything else, like Andrea Jenkyns did in her latest Twitter tsunami of childishness and spite, it doesn't look good when you say you're pro-Trump before pre-De Pfeffel as it defeats your own argument almost as fast as being Andrea Jenkyns - or, you know, failing to spell the word “British” correctly when accusing people of being anti-British

It would have been wise if West Ham announced that manager David Moyes and two players had tested positive for Covid before their match with Hull - not after the match had kicked off, leading to Moyes legging it out of the stadium

Whatever it is in the mind of DeAnna Lorraine that snapped and had her babbling insane nonsense that The Masked Singer is part of a covert plot to have people wearing masks probably can’t be repaired, and appears to have also caused her to accuse anyone who thinks she does sound insane of being acolytes of George Soros

Professional victim Laurence Fox somehow believed that posting a chat log of a conversation between himself and Rebecca Front and then howling about being “cancelled” - and then a few hours later had to very publicly backtrack, no doubt because his agent had several dozen words with him

I have no idea why David Cameron convinced himself that showing himself helping out in the Chipping Norton food bank was a good idea, considering he’s the reason why food banks exist in the first place

How nice of Manchester Metropolitan University to tell the students who were confined to accomodation so unable to go out and buy food, who were paying £9000 tuition fees for face-to-face tutoring that was done via Zoom that makes such good value of the hundreds of pounds of rent they have to pay per month when they could have had those same lectures from home, that they’re not allowed to protest about this situation and had to take any signs posted on their windows critical of the government down immediately

In normal circumstances Mason Greenwood and Phil Foden sneaking girls into the England team hotel would look pretty stupid, especially in Foden’s case considering the odds of his live-in girlfriend not finding out about this are practically nil, but during a global pandemic it looked so incredibly boneheaded it’s lucky they play for the Manchester clubs otherwise the front pages would be calling them ignorant traitors or some such bullshit

Nothing sums up Premier League referees quite like them clearly not understanding the current definition of the handball rule, but rather than actually look it up they make it up as they go alone leading to more penalties being awarded for handball in the first four rounds of Premier League fixtures than in entire seasons - not helped by Premier League referees also operating VAR, where they seem to have a policy of “If you ignore my cock up, I’ll ignore yours”

And finally, inventing yet another terror atrocity, is Donald Trump and his batshit insane proclamations about cans of soup being a much bigger threat to American lives than, say, and AR-15.  But then again, it’s not like his support base has a habit of throwing cans of soup at crowds of people

#dickheads of the month

[myunknownsource]

Parental Alienation

Hello,

 I am sure you're curious what this would bring you to. And I would love to get right to the point. TLDR at the bottom.

Ronee (candle-jacked) told you all a bunch of lies. The first one being that her ex had abandoned them in October. We had their son for Christmas 2 months after he supposedly abandoned them. We didn't even start dating until December.. And then she told you that he called her on new years eve to tell her they needed to break up even though they had been broken up for many many months at this point. Trust me he was extremely occupied new years eve. The only reason I can think she thought they were together was because at some point before we started dating his roomates girlfriend at the time was thinking about leaving and getting her own place and he wanted to see if Ronee would be open to the idea of him, her, their son, and his other roommate in getting a place. He only wanted to do that so it was easier for him to see his son. He ultimately changed his mind when he was skeptical of her getting a job and pulling her weight evenly, which had never really happened well in the past, the only time it did money was held over his head while he watched and took care of their son. Justin and I started dating at the beginning of December after dating for 2-3 weeks in November. We hit it off extremely well and seeing that we have been together for 4 years says a lot. I’m sure you all know and support someone who started their relationship extremely quickly and if you're ok with that it would be very hypocritical of you not to be ok with this. Which is exactly why I didn't quite understand why Ronee herself freaked out when her entire relationship with justin not only started while she still had a boyfriend but it became a sexual relationship before they were ever bf and gf. Not that I would ever care or judge something like that. I think the next lie we can talk about would be the “paramour”a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person” shit. Justin and Ronee weren't married, they were not engaged, they weren't even dating.  Its just yet another spiteful name she felt the need to call me, alongside bashing my sexual history (which seems pretty anti feminist to me) as well as telling people I sold my body for money (i wouldn't have even been 18 so lets thank god thats not true) and that i frequently fist fought my mother and my brother, also not true you can literally ask them lol. I have an amazing relationship with my mother who i was actually just visiting in AL where they moved and my brother who just got back from fighting for your freedom just left my house like 2 hours ago. SO yeah. 

Another lie she told me herself when she was trying to get me to turn on Justin was that they were engaged when we started dating. Did she tell you guys about that or just me? Apparently because she didn't like traditional rings she didn't have one to prove it to me because he was designing one specifically for her.. Im sorry guys and no offence to justin but he doesn't care about stuff like that, its weird for him and I have come to accept that. Now on the other hand if she had told me that he asked her to design it I would have maybe believe her because thats more his style. She also told you guys his own family disowned him, that isnt even close to true. She even tried to say it was because I assaulted his sister? Whos was a minor at the time and still is now. SOO lets poke some holes in this story shall we? Justins mother and I are arguing about who knows what, I really cant remember and her daughter is behind her on the stairs (im in the basement with justin) the argument is getting heated and Donna (justins mother) decides to come about 15ft forward until there's about 3ft between us. (his sister is still on the stairs) but apparently mid argument I freak out and punch his sister? Whos 20ft away from me, past his mother? Maybe Ronee can clear that up for us. On top of that if I assaulted a minor that would have been an easy instant phone call to the police and I would have a very easy to find record in Missouri. Yet I dont. Because that didn't happen. Also why did we move back in with Donna when we had to abruptly move to missouri per instructions from our GAL (mareks lawyer from the courts) because otherwise Ronee would get the visitation she wanted which was supervised (though she had no evidence to be granted that) for 4 hours a few times a month. Despite the fact that we lived 4 hours away. Anyways, where were we? Ahh yes. Donna welcomed us into her home because at the time we were her chance at seeing their son (her grandson). I got a semi sincere apology from her for punching me in the face that night and we moved on from it, becasue im a good person. Ronee still says his family hates him but lets do a headcount. Justin, his brother, his mother and his sister, also 2 cousins. WHo doesnt like Donna? Justin, his brother, and his 2 cousins because they all also know what their parents told them about their shitty aunt. Even Ronee herself said she was a shitty mother and that Diane was there for justin more than his mom. 

Now its time for court. Ronees lawyer approached us. We found out that had we not shown up the judge would have granted what Ronee wanted (the 4 hours supervised a few times a month) which is funny because when justin called Diane (Ronees mother) she boasted how she wouldn't let Ronee take Marek away if justin couldn't make it and wouldn't let Ronee do the supervised visits because she knew he was a good dad. BULLSHIT lol. He also specifically asked us to not talk to her about what we wanted in the visitation plan because when we did she would call him crying about how she didnt want Justin apart of anything…. HE TOLD US HE DIDNT WANT TO DEAL WITH HER BS TOO! Eventually we hired a cheap lawyer who we were told wasn't the best but at this point her lawyer won't communicate with Justin even though he was representing himself and we needed someone who could file these documents when we couldn't. We had to explain to the GAL that justin hadn't seen his son in over a year and we had to show him the texts we had from a prepaid phone to Ronee where she REFUSED to let Justin talk to his son for unknown reason (jk we all know why) and he ordered that we get him that day and would start an every other weekend schedule until things got worked out with the courts. She sent her mother to bring hsia son that day and this woman has the audacity to tell Justin that this all could have been avoided. 

But I think one of the most important pieces of information I can give you is that Justin has tried to pay her support for the last 9mo-12mo after he had to quite the job where his money was being garnished. We have the venmo receipts after it took her 5 months to finally agree to accept payment from, then he was laid off for 3 months per his work contract which we also have on file and he sent her about ⅓ of what he was ordered to pay (he had no job and he sent her most of the spending money he got that I budgeted for each of us from my paychecks) about half way through his lay off he asked her something about how he thought it would be a good idea if she reported the CS payments every 6 months to the CS office. It would have been free but she was the only one who could do it. It wasn't even a demand but a suggestion that could have been talked about, we legitimately thought we had finally rounded a curve and we all could start co parenting together, but apparently he wasn't aloud to give her suggestions because she blocked him on venmo, went off on him on talking parents (the app she forced him into using despite the fact that shes in contempt of court for doing that) and specifically told him she would never report the money. We also have snips of that convo if you guys want it. Justin hasnt talked to his son in about 6 months. The few times he “has” it doesnt sound like a 9 yo and its demeaning things that Ronee herself has said in the past. About a month ago he got a call from Marek and was actually getting somewhere after he started to explain things to him. He even told his son about how in June he was parked in front of his house to get him for his 2 week summer vacation and Ronee hadnt let him get him and his son told him in a very said voice that he never knew that. Then the line went dead. Ronee texted from his sons phone saying this isn't the time to talk about that and hes been blocked ever since. 

TLDR; Ronee Halsey (candle-jacked) is abusing her power as a co parent with my fiance and abusing their child through parental abuse. 

P.S. I know I will receive backlash from her closest friends who think they know the story and thats ok because I cant sit here for one more minute while she gets away with this(I will block you though). I would be more than happy to supply everyone with any and all evidence I have. 

P.P.S OMG I almost forgot the worst part. Ronee decided one day she was going to accuse Justin of abusing their son. I knew it was going to end up happening (i grew up with a dad who had a high conflict ex wife) so every single time we picked up and dropped off their son i would discretely ask him to pose for pictures either by himself or with me or his dad. Not even Justin knew I was doing this but thank the lord I did. Because Ronee Halsey crossed that line you should never cross and accused someone of actual physical child abuse. But because shes a mother in the state of MO nothing came of it. Despite the pictures I sent to her lawyer and the GAL he supposedly met with their son and he came to the conclusion that he did infact have a black eye and busted lip but he got it while wrestling his dad. DESPITE THE FACT THAT MY PICTURES OF HIM WITHIN MINUTES OF GETTING IN AND OUT OF M Y CAR FOR THAT WEEKEND SHOWED HE DIDNT HAVE A SINGLE MARK ON HIM. The saddest part is that when I recorded the conversation Justin had with Marek the next weekend he told Justin that he never saw or felt pain from them, he said his mother told him they weren't the kind he could see. I will gladly send snips from those emails to you guys. 

@chewybitart @notlemha @karygurl @sushichan24 @eagleoverlord @thementalwayfarer @angelsdoexist @saltwaterhermit @candle-jacked

#Signal boost #Sorry to do this but #to be fair she already put me/us on blast #Whats wrong with knowing both sides of the story? #artist of tumblr #parental alienation #fathers rights movement #Boost #Boost this #important #now im just going to spam random tags #cats #cute #jk its not cute #abuse #tw #parental abuse #help #dont support this person #dont support this artist #She even told their son not to smile in his school picture when she knew we were ordering them this year #this child looks actually homeless #and miserable #oh more tags #pokemon #art #artist #lol #artist behind the art #funny

[badsithnocookie]

alright, let’s do this.

war for iokath #1

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 ]

spoilers for the entire fractured alliances chain (5.2 onwards)

okay. first of all. arcann terrorised way more. but nbd.

secondly. are we like. including worlds from the republic and empire in this? or the cartel controlled worlds? there are very few neutral worlds in the gffa - even shitholes like darvannis are cartel controlled. places like tatt are the exception because, as i’ve noted elsewhere, it’s basically unconquerable - try, and the desert will eat you. and even then, its inhabited-by-humans areas are largely exchange or cartel-controlled.

so like. tell me. how are the republic taking it that worlds are seceding from them to join an illegal insurgency in wild space? how are the empire taking it? how are the hutts taking it? how is anyone willing to do trade with the Alliance, given as they are stealing control of these worlds out from under legitimate recognised governments? where does the Alliance get all these supplies it’s supposedly sending out - are they returning the goods stolen by zakuul? and if so, why are they only returning them on pain of joining the Alliance but still having the nerve to act like they’re the fucking good guys?

i call this sha’s “eccentric hermit who has nothing to do with this alliance gubbins” look.

what kind of aid? why does zakuul need aid more than the rest of the galaxy? like. i know this question is in here to force that DS response but. zakuul wanted for nothing, except for when the plot holes demanded it. it was a post-scarcity society. largely because it was stealing from everyone else, but still.

we really start in media res with this, which is something i’m find with theoretically but for the most part seems to be so that bioware could skip over the bits where they have to fudge a reason for the commander to give a shit about iokath and get straight to jerking it to superweapons

i know that... you know, but i still really hate this line. theron not have the Force himself, but he was raised by a Jedi, and has spent enough time around Jedi to know how the Force works. it’s awkward and it’s forced (if you’ll excuse the term) and it doesn’t fit and i hates.

i also really hate this ULTIMATE POWAH bullshit. i don’t know if drew had a hand in this but it’s the exact same bullshit you see in the JK story. everything is MORE POWEAHFUL than the last thing and GOES UP TO ELEVEN and KILLS MOAR THINGS and that’s.... after a while it stops being scary and horrifying and just becomes cheap and disrespectful and nasty. i’ve written before about how nihilus wasn’t terrifying (simply) because he was a world killer and how with vitiate bioware completely missed the entire fucking point and it applies here too. ‘ITS MOAR POWAHFUL THAN TEH LAST MACGUFFIN’ is a shitty writing trope i expect from amateurs and joss whedon. if you cannot think of something in the whole of the star wars universe more interesting and terrifying than the last boss + n then honestly i despair for your creativity. (though it’d explain why your original novels tanked, eh drew?)

i don’t even know where to start with this. the empire claiming it would be objectively bad, yes, but they are at the very least a legitimate state. i just. this entire angle does nothing but convince me of the semi-headcanon that Lana views the Alliance as her own personal fiefdom, with the Commander as her puppet figureheard. moreover, the EA’s only claim to being the dominant power is that they have the fleet, which they stole from the people of Zakuul (despite the fact that Master Kyo let Zakuul rule itself? but i guess she giveth with one hand and have the plot taketh away with the other)

i am absolutely sure, yeah. let’s not forget that it’s the sith who pushed for and developed and ultimately used the superweapons in the JK story, and a sith who is pushing me to claim and use a superweapon right now this minute

stg the traitor’s the only one here talking sense

this line, though, is  complete fuck. it’s as DS as they come, but she’s given no choice in saying it whatsoever. ‘fuck all those people whose lives were ruined by the overuse and abuse of superweapons in this plot, they’re nameless mooks so we don’t care about them anyway. waving our dick around is much more important)

i swear to god the BWA writing team would have poo-pooed the cuban missile crisis for being ‘too boring’

anyway, none of the ships in orbit work, for plot reasons, and for some reason the Alliance never bothered to keep that close eye i was promised on Iokath (outlander!Eirn finished up Iokath last night for the first time - she spared Scorpio, btw - and she was informed by her advisors that they’d be keeping a close watch on it and know the minute it could be safely explored again. apparently, however, the ALliance also has a collective IQ of ‘eggs’, because not only did they not do this, but they failed entirely to send either a decent ground force or indeed anyone at all except a sacrificial droid along with Lana)

this post has gotten long enough so i’ll start a new one for iokath itself. it’s already gonna be a long ‘un.

#swtor #war for iokath #war for iokath spoilers #kotet spoilers #kotet critical #long post #drew karpyshyn hate life #lana beniko critical

[momtaku]

SnK Chapter 91 Poll Results

The chapter 91 poll closed with 473 entries.

“Utter Garbage” or “I trust Isayama”?

We’ll start with the scale questions. The range was 1-5, from “utter garbage” to “I trust Isayama”. I realize that isn’t an accurate scale, but “I trust Isayama” is the comment I hear most when discussing Isayama’s more questionable decisions.

RATE THE CHAPTER (451 responses)

The reaction to the chapter as a whole was pretty positive. Only 23% of people ranked it towards the “utter garbage” side of the scale. A majority were  optimistic and almost 23% of respondents were downright confident Isayama is going to pull it off.

This chapter has really grown on the more times I read it.

[It] seems so naturally easy for a group of teens to gain success, while  the character we learned to appreciate experienced nothing but death. it feels unfair [...] but if Isayama is doing this, there must be a reason.

While there were definitely aspects that deserve creation (for instance we all know the amnesia thing was lazy writing) but overall I don't think the chapter was bad. I think the kids' unrealistic attitudes in battle was purposeful juxtaposition to the way our main cast has experienced war--it shows the extent of the brainwashing ...

Although there are a lot of cool elements, it's all just handled so badly and doesn't flow well at all. I hate just about all of the new characters. Everything about it feels lazy, rushed, and badly developed. Though the war stuff and new tech is cool and refreshing to see.

I always enjoy seeing what outsiders think of Paradis and the main characters. I appreciate how Isayama handles themes such as government propaganda and the way each side in a war can see their cause as righteous and just.

I thought this chapter was actually pretty cool. I've fallen hopelessly in love with Gabi! Fingers crossed that Annie gets the f*** outta that crystal soon though!

Seeing the extent of Marleyan brainwashing was exceedingly well done.

The random amnesia thing was really lazy and half-assed.

  HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE TIME SKIP?  (452 responses)

 I’ve never seen a scale so evenly divided. Opinions about the time skip are all over the place. A slim majority picked the safety of the middle option.

The time skip is perfect and Gabi is the best.

The time skip was needed for story progression but a lot of important questions and interactions were skipped in terms of character development. I just hope we get some of them in flashbacks and not have them completely disregarded

Timeskips should be illegal

After reading the full chapter and talking to someone else about it, I feel better about the timeskip. This chapter made me feel for RBA more, because they must've started out like Gabi and the rest.

Timeskips are cheap ?? Theres so much plot you could throw in there but noooooo

I believe there is no time skip but the chapter takes place during chapter 1-90 of the manga. So its showing a different perspective on the manga

Time skip means we will see older version of the main characters and that's both exciting and terrifying af

    HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE DIRECTION THE STORY HAS TAKEN?(452 responses)

Feeling about the direction of the story are almost a mirror image of the "Rate this Chapter” question. Despite disagreement over the time skip, confidence is still relatively high.

Love the story right now so much. The mix of ww1, fucked up war morals, fantasy is a personal favorite.

I will like this chapter, but only if Isayama concludes this story with a good twist, that is. If not, chapter 91 will in my opinion be the beginning of the end (end in a bad way).

Isayama fell asleep at the wheel

It's definitely not how I thought it would go, and it seems like it may only pay off if we exceed the previous 110 prediction for chapters. I've seen a couple of theories about the new characters and parallels between the Trost days for our characters. I will be extremely disappointed if we get no answer on what happened during the lost year of chapter 90. Or the lost 3 years between that and 91.

i think the story has potential still, and im interested to see how it will work out. im also just hoping this flash to the marley side isnt gonna be too long. 

I think this is going to be really interesting and we get to see the other side of the fight and their perspective.

  WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF THE CHAPTER (451 responses)

The reveal of the Jaw Titan was completely overshadowed by the brief glimpse of Reiner and insight into Marley. 57% of the vote focused on those two things.

Imagine how the poor kid that inherited "Cartman" felt like upon learning that that thing was their award for winning the marleyan hunger games.

I thought this was a pretty good world building chapter (despite the jarring time skip), especially since we've been waiting many chapters to see this place.  I don't ADORE these new characters, I'm more intrigued, which is better then hating them.  This is also a good set up chapter.  I'm interested to see if Reiner will interact with these new characters.  Since they look so similar to the 104th (design and personality), will he constantly be reminded of his past relationships with them?  Plus, will he see some of himself in them (specifically Gabi) and through them reminding of himself we'll see his backstory?  And is he going to just except his fate and get eaten, or be like "Screw this, nope, not dealing with it."

  WHICH NEW CHARACTER DO YOU LIKE BEST? (447 responses)

Support for Gabi is simply overwhelming. Gabi (38%) and Jerwin (25%) were our favorite new cast members. 

Gabi is such a badass, omg, do you see it Eren? This is how you getting out of horrible situations!

Dammit you Gabi! Fresh Face, Fresh Outlook in Life and Cute! I want to cosplay as her!

i feel like i'm the only one who doesn't  like the new characters

I'm so confused but Gabi is fantabulous

Gabi is such a ray of sunshine

my orphanage is full i already have too many kids to adopt in this series

  WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO INHERIT REINER'S TITAN FORM? (434 responses)

Another close poll, Reiner keeping his titan form narrowly edges out Gabi as the armor recipient.

  WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO INHERIT ZEKE'S TITAN FORM? (440 responses)

If respondents have their way, Zeke’s short term future is very secure. 

I also believe that Zeke will keep the Beast Titan (at least for a while), but ultimately Colt will be the one to inherit it. Zeke story is far from being over.

If Levi is taking down the beast titan and he finds out that not only is Zeke already dead, but his replacement is a weak-brows version of Erwin, I really hope it gives him pause.  That could be such a heartbreaking, earth shattering moment for him and I hope Yams handles it right.

  Attack on Clones

New character, same face. Most of these are self explanatory, but clearly I asked the wrong question with Falco since the majority picked “Other”. Grisha’s friend and fellow revolutionary Grice should have been an option.

Strong resemblance confirmed! I was especially please that the majority agree that Colt most closely resembles Erwin. Since I passionately hate the name “Colt”, I see this as permission to call him Erwin, Jr, or “Jerwin”. 

Zophia is clearly the traumatized medic who inventoried dead!Marco)

I don't really see a strong resemblance between the new cast and the old.

When I saw the new characters I thought: would the children of our main cast look like them?

Part of me wants to say that some key characteristics about Gabi not only resemble Eren or a younger version of him, but may also express some of the characteristics Isayama originally wanted to use for Eren when he considered making him female

Colt=Commander Handsome 2.0

Colt looks like Kenny tbh

WHICH OF LEAPINGTITAN'S REACTIONS BEST DESCRIBE YOUR REACTIONS TO THE CHAPTER? (404 responses)

Ya’ll know these questions are unscientific and purely for my amusement with questions like this. I thought Nick’s live chapter reaction (soundboard) summed things up perfectly. At least one respondent disagreed.

theleapingtitan's reaction wasn't that funny, and for a SNK Chapter poll, seeing stupid stuff like this just takes away the authenticity of the poll

who tf is nick (jk lol praise the walls)

"WHAT" was legitimately the keyword for this chapter but I trust Isayama with the story and with our heroes+ I hope we'll get to see the Jaegers reunion before anything bad happens to Zeke tho

  ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THE DIRECTION THE STORY IS TAKING? (448 responses)

This question is nearly identical to the scale question at the top of the poll, but it’s nice to see the information presented in a different way. It’s obvious to me that while the majority still have faith in Isayama, people are hesitant to fully embrace his storytelling.

I was waiting for the story to explain what's going on the other side of the ocean. But not from these "copy and pasted" brats. Reiner is seen in just one panel and Zeke is barely mentioned. That's a shame.

I'm interested to see where this goes but a good 75% of my thoughts are concentrated on what the main characters possibly look like after the time skip.

I honestly dislike how Isayama uses these new characters to show us what Marley and being a warrior is like, instead of showing us RBA and Zeke's past :(

Really enjoyed the way the characters were presented. It gives the reader the chance to see Marley's side of things without being forced to have a story-generated opinion on them (aka screaming at us to hate them) because quite frankly, I was rooting for those Warrior kids to succeed with their plan!

Very unexpected change of character view from our beloved heroes to their"enemy"'s point of view. But I also think it's come at a good time in the overall SnK storyline.

It's disappointing. There's so much potential in the series but I feel like Isayama just wants to get the series over with.

DO YOU THINK YMIR IS DEAD? (445 responses)

Clearly, we’re keeping the faith until we see a corpse.

In reference to Ymir, I don't believe she'd dead because unlike the Zeke and Reiner, no warriors are competing to claim her power, so unless they already dealt with the one to claim her I think they've kept her alive for now.

WHICH CHARACTERS DO YOU GENERALLY ENJOY THE MOST? (450 responses)

I’ve asked this question with each poll and in the past “The Vets” have had the edge. That changes now. I suspect many of Erwin’s fans are no longer interested in the series and certainly not interested enough to take a poll. This number may continue to decline since “The Vets” now consists of only Levi and Hange. Fans of the “The Warriors” remain consistent in their dedication.

Final thoughts

There were more chapter thoughts in this post. Fandom hope for ponytail Levi is strong!  “Where’s Levi”, “Where’s Ymir” and “Bring back Annie” continue to be high on everyone’s mind.

Compiling this takes forever but I love getting a glimpse into what what others are thinking. If I didn’t publish your comment, please know that I read it. Thank you again for the support.

#snk poll #snk 91 #snk chapter 91 #thank you everyone for your participation

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2018 Jeep Wrangler New Build up Display and Price

2018 Jeep Wrangler Upgrade Review

The Jeep Wrangler has become an symbol of American freedom considering 1941 whenever the U.S. United states government requested a very small, go-everywhere car or truck that might support troops moving into struggle. It had been the Willys-Overland service that accumulated the design, along with the support on the Ford Electric motor Organization, produced thousands of MB Jeeps.

Skip forward to 2016 and then the Jeep heart life-style on within the Wrangler. The present Wrangler, known as JK, attained its commence in 2007. An interior invigorates in 2012 and then a welcome powertrain redesign in 2013 has managed the JK exhilarating, with revenue drastically progressing higher than any Jeep vehicle in the previous. Appreciably of these results is because of the Wrangler Unlimited - the several door type of the SUV.

With region for a few, every one of the limit of the normal Wrangler JK, as well as an exploding improved assistance method, the Wrangler have far away from. Jeep presented much more than 202,000 Wranglers in 2015 on your own - surpassing 2014’s quota by some 27,000 fantastic examples. Actually, Wrangler sales and profits have continually developed by around 20,000 units as 2011. What amount of an additional auto can tell the very same?!

Yet, the Wrangler JK’s function is going to a in close proximity. Jeep’s mom or daddy organization, FCA, is presently burdened with all the overwhelming operation of creating a new Wrangler - a thing that draws the masses on the other hand for whatever reason will stay proper to its roots. The Jeep loyalists are really a troublesome collection to thrill, so your new period of time of Wrangler should excel at almost everything. It needs to address greater, present considerably more actually being advantages, and a lot more in-dash solutions, yet still be cleanable along with a garden garden hose, in and out.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Engine Correction

This new 2018 Jeep Wrangler’s drivetrain is certainly one even more doubtful section, however the rumor mill has grown to be churning out suggestions about strength plants, transmissions, and revocation pieces. The 3.6-liter Pentastar V-6 can be quite going to make its revisit because the amount engine. It may obtain a good potential lump - might be to 300 horsepower and 270 lb-feet of torque. The engine comes mated into the significantly-anticipated ZF eight-performance computerized transmission, replacing of the antiquated five-swiftness auto. The latest gearbox should assistance with various other power performance and degree of smoothness. We wholly anticipate the 6-swiftness manually operated transmission to return as effectively. Jeep many people would riot the time period the Wrangler get rid of supplies a clutch structure pedal.

The larger advice, yet, is the most very likely inclusion for the 3.-liter EcoDiesel. The turbodiesel V-6 lent on the Ram Ram 1500 is likely to be the premium engine method, giving up as greatly as 240 horsepower and 420 lb-feet of torque. It may possibly companion towards ZF 8-swiftness auto unquestionably, but irrespective of whether Jeep engineers could (or would) supply it with a hand-operated transmission is unfamiliar. Enable us trust they are simply carrying out.

The EcoDiesel certainly is the engine most focused out-roaders will pick out, due to the large quantities of diminished-conclusions torque and lustrous throttle answer. Wrangler Rubicon choices employing their excellent-lower crawl proportion will almost never want throttle modulation at all when navigating much more than boulders.

Babbling of 4WD, the Wrangler will certainly appear to be conventional with a in your free time exchange circumstance. Jeep could possibly be a smart idea to forego digital moving, favoring as a substitute the out-of-date faculty change handle for unique the front side aspect axle. The shift court case permits to have a back end-wheel force, fairly neutral, 4WD elevated-vary, and 4WD lower-array. Rubicon types will come with sealing front and rear differentials and the electronically disconnecting entry aspect sway bar.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Interior Limit Concept

There are actually no rumors as to what Jeep holds for your Wrangler’s interior alongside the inclusion in the rotary adjustment switch in the ZF 8-10-performance programmed. Nevertheless, there are two problems we’d wager on: one, the interior offer an improved amount of technological advances, and two, its however a challenging-and-tumble cabin which could be cleaned out with a back yard patio hose.

On your tech front door, we assume Jeep to provide you FCA’s 8.4-in. Uconnect infotainment technique being an choice. Bottom unit Wranglers will in all probability make use of the 5. Uconnect strategy. Just about every has to be a great update within the current (and dated) Uconnect process found in the Wrangler. Wireless bluetooth, satellite fm radio, food selection, thirdly-special event plans, and the like is going to be regular problems with the 8.4 Uconnect structure.

In regards time for you to clean up after having a pathway operated, the Wrangler’s area rug might be very easily easily removed, disclosing the precious metal ground cookware and easily removed silicon grommets that turn into bare openings. The seating will in all probability go basic accompanied by a restrictive-weave towel for effective cleaning up, whilst leather-based will undoubtedly be suggested.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Exterior Improvement

The exterior from the sticking to Wrangler will probably be a combined container. It will have new physical appearance boasting but has to have a large amount of its renowned design. Initially, the six-slot grille really should undoubtedly make its go back, even though it might employ a extra streamlined slant rearwards. The identical will probably be legitimate to the windscreen. It will eventually certainly be fast and squarish, though the entry mug could have a slipperier contour around help the Wrangler’s power economy. Regrettably, this slant and slowly problematic safety necessities probably imply the demise belonging to the collapsible windshield.

Wandering safety and aerodynamics may always keep your designed cheap substance recreation spot-reverse bumper in advance, nonetheless, a whole new design is estimated. Its feasible room space in the middle of the fender and fenders is going to be loaded, just like the Western-spec Wrangler JK.

Outback all over again, our origins notify us these particular Wrangler will get Renegade-like taillights. This implies the Jerry can-type X-design is going to be used. The rear bumper will all over again be described as a plastic substance, that has a draw connect and optionally to choose from receiver difficulty dangling within. The completely free wheel is expected to continue being mounted on the tailgate.

Now for your debatable items. The Jeep freaks in excess of at Allpar are saying the Wrangler JL’s very best are going to be drastically renovated. Will not any longer will the Jeep Jeep contain a detachable tough prominent or material easy perfect which deal with the Competitive sports Bar roll cage. Pretty, the roll-in excess of safety will likely be integrated into the no-effortlessly-eliminated roofing structure. The B-pillar and C-pillar will provide hoops through the person place. Large bracing throughout the pillars will tremendously improve the Jeep’s comparisons. These pillars may even have bracing within the two, connecting the windshield on the B-pillar after which you can into the C-pillar. Precisely the same will likely be serious for Wrangler Unlimited models, despite the fact they will certainly get a D-pillar.

This is simply not the end to open up-very best Jeeping, however, given that the JL would have quite easily taken away sections to the main and ends. These solar panel systems will fit amongst the decreased-easily removed roof structure pillars and present a good amount of air flow by using the cabin. The very easily-eliminated roof top plan board could take following the a found in the Jeep Renegade. Perfect of, we suppose the doorways to end up being removable.

On that see, Jeep may home address the legality of taking away doorways by switching the component decorative mirrors towards the body. This will at all times keep Jeep users from needing to shop for modified vanity match answers to gain lawfully with no need of their entrances.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Costs and Upcoming

The Jeep is certainly increasingly satisfied with its hot-advertising Wrangler. With revenues recurring to grow like unwelcome unwanted weeds while in the summertime, the motor car maker will more than likely enhance the get price for 2018. Sadly, consequently the Jeep will transmit slightly upmarket and remain much harder to justify for anyone needing uncovered-bone fragments off-road truck he or she can misuse in the week-ends.

Presently, the 2016 two-doorstep Wrangler carries a starting out price of $23,895. For your, you aquire crank property house windows, no air conditioning equipment, along with manual transmission. Buying the 4-doorway Unlimited protrusions the price to $27,695. For any on the lookout for all kinds of things, the product range-topping Rubicon Rough Rock together with the bells and whistles additional strategies the scales at $48,000.

The Wrangler JL will more than likely have a base price of $26,000. The Unlimited will likely commence at $32,000. Max expenditures with all the solutions additional will more than likely divided the $50,000 barrier.

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