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1kook · 4 years

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skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not

que dios los bendiga <3

Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt.

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body.

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror.

kook pls pick me up

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody.

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?”

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away.

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip.

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again.

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips.

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot.

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door.

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours.

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity.

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you.

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone.

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh.

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face.

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door.

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well.

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again.

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond,

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts.

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down.

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you.

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows.

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained.

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong.

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan.

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways.

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night.

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks.

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic.

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

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imdifferentshadesofpurple · 6 years

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Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader (best!friend au) Word Count: 1,237

a/n: dude idk what this is but blame it on @parkhabits (because i blame everything on her lol)

He’s waiting at the front of the school, a small nation gathered around to just catch a glimpse of the handsome stranger in the fancy car.

Books tucked close to your chest, you push some impatient hair away from your face and don’t even notice the commotion.

It’s when you’re bumping into bodies left and right that you finally look up and realize just how many people are grouped together, heads bent and whispering.

You tap on someone’s shoulder and a thrilled face turns towards you. “Um hi. Could you tell me what’s going on?”

She’s practically vibrating with excitement. “Wang Jiaer is here. That super hot and famous fencer? We think he’s waiting for someone but so far no one has shown up and his car got here like twenty minutes ago.”

That name is, of course, very familiar.

Wang Jiaer, or Jackson Wang, had started fencing when he was still a boy, grabbing awards and fancy titles since he could hold a saber. Ranked eleventh in the 2010 Summer Youth Olympics, Jackson was the golden boy of Hong Kong.

But you knew him as just Jacks, the goofy kid that lived with your family when he was in the U.S. for a brief exchange program.

The last time you spoke, which was maybe only 24 hours ago, he hadn’t said anything about being in town.

Or anything about picking you up from classes today.

Any sensible person would wonder how a childhood friend somehow knew your schedule but then you remembered your mother and how much she adores her surrogate son.

Thanking the overexcited girl, you weave your way through the crowd and resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Jackson’s Lykan Hypersport, a sponsorship gift from a few months back, was sitting at the front of the pickup lane, bright and shiny just like the day he got it.

There were more people clustered towards the sides, eyeing the vehicle and the body behind the wheel. As you grew closer, you saw Jackson was barely paying attention, eyes on his phone as his now light brown hair fell over his forehead.

You’re debating on how to approach him when he looks up and spots you in his rearview mirror. You can tell he’s starting to smile, silhouetted cheeks pulling up as he turns and then waves. You kind of freeze, panicking a bit as people start to see him and then turn towards you. But he’s out of his car in a second, grinning wildly as he bounds up to you, a ball of energy even though his flight from Hong Kong must’ve been draining.

“Y/N!” He’s throwing his arms around you before you know it, lifting you slightly off the ground and laughing loudly.

People are staring now but you can’t seem to care when it dawns on you just how much you’ve missed him.

“Hi Jacks,” you whisper, books forgotten as you get your arms around him.

He pulls away and squishes your cheeks between his palms, “Surprised?”

You nod and laugh, “Yes. Very. What are you even doing here, because you’re causing quite the stir, and what did you give my mother in order to find out my schedule?”

He looks a bit sheepish when he grabs your things from you and leads you to the car. No one has moved, shocked at what was happening in front of them, so it was easy to climb into the passenger seat.

“I’m meeting with one of the coaches, he’s been here in the U.S. for a few weeks so I figured I’d just fly here and see you. I promised auntie I’d come over for dinner every night that I’m here.”

“And how long is that? Also, you didn’t have to come get me ya know. I could’ve just met you somewhere for coffee or something.”

He starts the car, the roar of the engine no doubt causing an uproar outside among the crowd again. He slings his arm around the passenger seat and winks at you, finally pulling away from all the attention.

“I’ll be here for about three weeks, figured I’d get some training in before I head to London. So prepare for some real quality bonding time. And of course I had to pick you up! You’ll be the envy of your entire campus, there was this one guy that looked extra pissed when you got into the car.”

“What one guy?”

Jackson shrugged, “I don’t know, he was at the top of the stairs off to the right. He was with some other guys too but I only noticed him after we got back into the car. I thought his jaw was gonna break with how tense he looked. Dark hair? He looked like he was a professor in that striped outfit he was in.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, now staring at the ‘who’s car did you get into’ text on the screen of your phone. “You must mean Jinyoung.”

His eyes widened, “Wait. Jinyoung. That new guy you’ve been telling me about? Mr. Three Dates and He Might be The One Jinyoung?”

You frown, “I did not say that.”

He sighed dramatically, the only way he does anything, “Come on. You didn’t have to physically say it. I could tell over facetime that you’re smitten with that guy. I tried talking about the next few competitions I had but you changed the subject without realizing it. You’ve never been this comfortable with any guy before. Well, besides me obviously.”

You type back a quick response, hoping your ‘nothing to worry about, he’s a friend from Hong Kong’ would be enough to placate him. “He does make me feel comfortable,” you say, turning back to Jackson.

He squeals and you shake your head in amusement. “Well, then we have to meet! Like I said, I’ll be around for three weeks. We should do something. Go somewhere! I’m basically a celebrity, we can get in anywhere.”

You shove him as he starts to laugh and you love the sound of it. Jackson was your own brand of sunshine when you were kids and having him gone all the time made your reunions so much grander.

Like that piece of your heart he stole when he’d whisper you were his best friend was coming home to rest in your chest once again.

Your phone dinging with a notification has you smirking.

'You’re friends with Jackson Wang????'

“Is that him? That’s him right? Get him to come to dinner. Your mom is making a feast tonight, he should be there! Ask him, ask him!”

You shush him, fingers pressing against the screen. “Yah quit it, I’ll ask him. But don’t you dare be annoying, I don’t want to scare him off.”

He pouts, “What’s the point of being your best friend slash basically brother if I can’t be embarrassing?”

'Yeah ok, that’d be cool actually. Does he have any embarrassing stories of you? For science.’

You show the reply to Jackson at a red light and his face becomes a little devious and you’re suddenly unsure if you want the two of them to become friends.

“Yah Jacks, I mean it. No stories. Nothing embarrassing.”

“Oh Y/N. You already know just how embarrassing I can be.” “I change my mind. Go back to Hong Kong Jiaer, no one wants you here.”

“Whatever, you love me.” “Just...just shut up. It’s green.”

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