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httphopewrld · 4 years

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hot summer (sneak peek pt.2)!!!

He was a boy across the street—no—an attractive boy across the street who happened to be a tattoo artist. You didn’t want to do anything about it, but your friends encouraged you to either stop sulking or make a move. And you chose the latter.

Pairing: tattoo artist/neighbourjungkook! x female reader

Genre: fluff and smuuuuuut

Rating: 18+ because there’s some smuuuuuutttt (it’s the most detailed I’ve ever written, soooo proceed with caution) and swearing

Warnings: smut, soft sex, dom!/sub!jungkook, dom!/sub!femreader, penetrative sex without protection (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), bullet vibrator, oral fem receiving, creampie, fingering, making out, and swearing. There are mentions of domestic violence, but it is not detailed. It is in the perspective of the reader, who is witnessing this from a distance.

Word Count: 9,000-10,000 (each because there will be 2 parts)

A/N: Uni has been a lot, so I will be post the full part 1 on Monday. Thank you so much for waiting, and for all the support and love I’ve gotten from the previous sneak peek! Here’s a little more to keep you on your toes ;)

Also, if you’d like to be on this fic’s (and future ones) taglist, comment your username, and I’ll update this fic and have your username in future fics too!

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You looked across the traffic, into the apartment building across from yours. A boy sat back into his chair, holding a book in his hands. He began to read, of course, in a simple manner. His eyes scanned the pages, imagining the words written in his mind.

He was man, most likely, in his early twenties, but referring to him as a “man” felt odd.

You were fascinated by him. He was good looking, even from kilometres away. If you leaned against your balcony’s rails, you could see his dark wavy brown hair, his slightly sun-kissed skin, and his all-black clothing ensemble. He wore no shirt, probably from the heat or being in the comfort of his own home.

You stepped away from the railing and back into your apartment, drawing back the curtain and turning your back to the balcony.

How long have you been gawking at this stranger? Had he glanced up from his book and saw you standing there?

You drew all your curtains closed, paranoid, and embarrassed.

People crowded the city’s streets.

The sun was out, which meant everyone became runners, joggers, and walkers. People, families, and friends came out from their hideaways and into the sunshine. You, on the other hand, sat safely on your balcony.

Crowds made you nervous. You liked meeting people, but the thought of pushing through a dense mass of strangers made you shudder.

So, you watched people push and brush pass each other from ten floors up, sipping at your iced tea.

You gazed at the apartment from the other night.

It was empty.

You could see simplistic black and white art and photographs decorating the walls and modern furniture. His bedroom is to the left, with a gaping window that allowed anyone to look in. The same applied to the rest of the apartment: big windows and no curtains.

You sipped your iced tea.

You could imagine this man’s wardrobe. Minimalistic shades, and maybe some pops of colour. Chunky black sneakers and dark accessories. He must’ve been an artist of some sort.

Your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” Your friend, and roommate, Ashly, chimed on the other end. “Are you busy at the moment?”

“Not at all,” you replied, setting down your drink, “what’s up?”

“I was thinking of having a get-together. There’d be wine, snacks, and music. It’d be small, maybe five people, including ourselves?”

“You want me at your party?”

“Well, it isn’t a party—just a few girls and gossip.”

You pondered for a moment. “Where is it?”

“The get-together?”

“Yes,”

“It’d be at our place in two weeks.” Ashly sighed. “Is that enough time, mom?”

You chuckled. “Yes, my child.”

“Awesome! We can plan when I come back from work.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“See ya!”

“Bye.” You hung up and looked back at the apartment.

The boy had come back. He wore a back cap, which he quickly took off and ruffled his hair, and, like a few days ago, adorned a full black ensemble. Despite the warm weather, he had worn a black leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers.

You watched him shuck off his jacket and toss it on the couch, and head to his bedroom.

He, with a lack of better words, flopped onto his bed and appeared to take a nap.

You chuckled to yourself—definitely a boy.

It had been a week since you looked back at the apartment.

You had just come back from work, and Ashly usually arrives back home an hour later.

The apartment you shared with Ashly was a carbon-copy of an IKEA display. You joked about it before, saying, “if someone were to flip through a 2019 IKEA catalogue, randomly choose a page, you’d probably think our place looked the same—or you’d find one of our pieces of furniture.”

It wasn’t a bad thing. IKEA was a popular place to shop at, and it was excellent quality.

Your furniture was various shades of white, navy blue, grey, silver, and light brown. The colour palette continued to your cutlery, kitchen items, and your bedrooms.

The place was cozy and didn’t leave room (pun intended) for a frivolous lifestyle.

The boy’s apartment was similar yet different. There was a sense of minimalism, like yours, but the furniture was dark—almost raven black.

As remarked before, there were black and white photographs and inky modern furniture. There were no colours in his home, just assorted shades.

His front door opened, and two bodies tumbled inside—his and a female.

Their bodies entangled with one and other and gripping each other’s clothes. The female’s clothes were the first to come off, exposing her bra and lack of underwear. The boy seemed pleased because he smirked before attaching his lips to her vagina.

You were shocked, scared, and worried all at once. You wanted to look away but found a curiosity within.

This man—boy—didn’t appear to have any desire to shut the world out.

You watched as this boy perform oral sex to this female—in the right way because the girl appeared to be moaning a lot—and you couldn’t look away.

It was like watching live porn, in a weird and public sense. It was, slightly, pleasurable too.

They took off their clothes shortly after the girl seemed to orgasm and engaged in penetrative sex. He took her from behind, against his couch. You, and whoever else stumbled upon this erotic scene, had a perfect view of their naked sides.

“Oh, my lord,” you gasped.

You felt the familiar tingle in your lower region.

Realizing this, you cursed under your breath and closed your curtains.

“What the fuck,” you exhaled, leaning forward on the dining table.

“I just watched my neighbour have sex,” you muttered, “and enjoyed it.”

You paced the room as if giving a lecture to a child.

“You were turned on by your neighbour having sex!” You shouted at yourself. “What the hell?! Were you fantasying? Him?! What the fuck, Y/N? Might as well be Joe Goldberg, and whip out your—”

“Y/N?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned to your front door. Ashly stood in shock.

“Are you alright?” Her Australian accent was thick with concern.

You smiled, “Never better.”

She let out a pulse of nervous laughter before tossing her keys in the small dish on the kitchen counter.

“What were you saying about Joe Goldberg? The guy from You? And why are the curtains closed?” Ashly leaned her hand against the counter, and her other on her hip. She resembled a mother about to lecture their kid about a text from a stranger.

You chuckled. “Nothing of importance—anyways, how was your day, Ash?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, Y/N. You’re not escaping this one.” She walked up to you and firmly placed both her hands on her hips. “What is all this that about?”

“Look who’s the mother now,” you muttered, making Ashly raise her eyebrow.

You inhaled a lungful of air. “The boy in the apartment across from us is having sex right now, and they’re bare-ass naked in front of their big-ass windows. I had to close the curtains because I felt like I was intruding on their sexual activity, and it was just weird that they didn’t close their own—but I feel like that boy doesn’t own any curtains—so I just closed our curtains.” You said in one breath.

Ashly’s eyes widened with shock, “What?” She walked past you and threw open the curtains.

“Ash, don’t just rip them wide open!” You rushed over and closed the curtains.

She glared at you before cracking the drapes a bit to take a look. “Oh, my God.” She gasped. “They are having sex.”

“Still?” You crouched down and peered through the break.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “and harder than ever.”

You both watched, only for a few seconds before closing the curtains again, the boy drill into the girl. The boy faced the windows, leaving everyone to see his face and the top of the girl’s head as she tilted it back with pleasure.

“Well, he seems very good at what he’s doing,” Ashly commented, walking away as you closed the drapes.

“Ash!” You said in a loud whisper as if the boy across the street could hear.

“I’m just saying, the girl seems like she’s having the best time of her life, being pounded by that dude!” She defended.

“Jesus Christ, Ash, shut up!”

“I’m not wrong,” she shrugged.

You looked at her sheepishly, and you both burst with laugher.

Both of you spent dinner recapping your days: Ashly was currently dealing with an HR (Human Resources) problem in her company—she couldn’t go into details because of confidentiality, but it had to do with a problematic employee who was spouting racist nonsense online, which could affect the company’s image; and was immorally wrong because racism and any discrimination based on sexuality, race, religion, and so on, cannot be tolerated.

Your day and work-life were conversely dull.

You managed finances and taxes for your corporation, and the only exciting event to date was the incorrect money evaluation from a co-worker, which lead the company to believe there was wiggle-room for spending; when in reality, they were spending too much.

You pushed the pasta around in your plate while looking at the covered windows. You watched the curtains sway in the wind. Ashly had opened the windows a few minutes ago to let the hot air out of the apartment.

It was the hottest summer since you moved to the city five years ago, including the weather and the recently noticed neighbour across the street.

You continued to think about him and the way he had sex with that girl. It was romantic, yet aggressive and needy.

Fuck. You cursed.

“Hello?” Ashly waved a hand in front of your face. “I know that HR can be boring to listen to, but please try to look interested.”

You chuckled, “Sorry, Ash. I just zoned out a bit.”

“Oh, I know,” she replied, “but thank you for the apology.”

She sighed. “Well, I’m ready to watch some Netflix.” She looked at her watch, “And as it is almost eight o’clock, I think I’ll only be able to last for a ripe two hours until my old body starts to shut down.”

You laughed, taking both of your empty plates and cutlery to the kitchen. Ashly joined you, bringing the drained wine glasses.

“Care to join me?” She asked while you loaded the dishes.

“It’d be the highest honour, m’lady.”

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peachytoto · 7 years

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¿study tips?

hello friends!

so a lot of people i know have been asking for study tips in general and so i’ve decided to share them here in hopes to help all of you! i’m not trying to say that i’m smart or anything like that, please don’t get the wrong impression. my intention is to give tips and help all of you who are currently in college/uni and perhaps, in high school :)

1) no cramming - cramming is a big no-no for me and i prefer studying a month beforehand. i am aware that some are incredibly brilliant and can study a week prior to their finals, let alone the night before, but i prefer to study as much as i can and as often as i can so that i’m also prepared for any surprise tests. plus, you’re less likely to stress yourself out when you truly understand your subject!

2) decorate your notes - i’m a kinaesthetic and visual learner so i need plenty of writing and drawing to keep me going. if you are particular about coherency, you may opt for bullet notes instead. if you are fine with abstract notes, go on with a mind map! i prefer having a combination of things so that i don’t get bored with my notes so the format of my notes are rather inconsistent however, i find that it’s a lot easier to relate your notes to any lil’ cartoons. since i’m taking psychology for this semester, i find that it helps a lot to relate them to disney characters for instance! if you’re fond of having “nice” notes but aren’t much of a drawer, there’s no harm with experimenting in colour and playing by a palette. i have a preference for colour coded notes because it does not distract me from studying and helps me to focus.

3) no unhealthy snacks - it’s so easy to opt for sugary treats however, studies have shown that with a poor diet, that would affect your thinking abilities as well as your memory. food can, in fact, be the root cause of brain damage through excessive caffeine or processed food. i’d normally opt for tempeh, vegetables (such as a plate of bitter gourd or carrots) or spinach paste with bread. some may find that utterly disgusting and prefer fruits instead - by all means! i don’t like having fruits when i study because it makes me hungrier (fruits help with metabolism too so i don’t wanna speed mine up anymore ahaha).

4) multitask - this may seem entirely odd however i feel that i focus better and am a lot more productive through multitasking. yes, i prefer doing 4 things at once and that means; listening to music, studying for 1 subject, doing an assignment and maybe studying something miscellaneous. it’s very bizarre to study something else for fun but i honestly love learning and studying in general because i want to keep my mind occupied as much as possible. i hate wasting time and being lazy so this is how i handle my study schedule as well as tackle assignments. there are times when i’d take notes from a documentary as well as do another essay at the same time and often it’s irrelevant to the assignment i’ve got however it keeps me going.

5) take breaks - this is essential in studying and taking a break doesn’t mean to use your phone or watch youtube videos; it means to get up and do something. i prefer exercising because i’d normally study for 3-4 hours straight and then designate 1 hour of working out at the gym. it helps with concentration and if you have a short attention span, multitasking wouldn’t be enough because you’re gonna need to get up and do something too. some people prefer having a 15 minutes study break after intense brain work for an hour but it varies. just remember to give yourself a break so that you don’t burn out.

6) prepare, prepare, prepare - it’s really annoying when you’re all prepped up to study however you’ve left your binder in your locker or misplaced your notes so ALWAYS be prepared to study. i’d normally transfer my notes into a smaller notebook so i can always revise when i’m on the go and at a restaurant waiting for food perhaps. i’ve learned this habit as i was studying in singapore and felt that i didn’t have much time to do things that i enjoyed since i was in track, dance and had other responsibilities in high school hence i always had a lil notebook of notes with me so i could have a look when i was on the mrt, bus or perhaps waiting for a meet up.

7) it comes from within - nothing feels worse than beating yourself up over something you’ve worked so hard for. that disappointment is painful and remember that you don’t deserve to feel inadequate over quantitative results that do not determine your willpower and intelligence. what’s done has been done and you can only focus on the present to compensate for your past, to give you a better future. i was indeed never the brightest student growing up however i chose to work on things that i could excel in and it really helps if you’d pick something you truly enjoy. for instance, i love science and so i chose to work closely with it as my career path. i studied science willingly everyday, and still do. it’s really important to be happy with your choices because your love for something can help you strive further beyond imagination. your only obstacle is your mentality and if you believe in yourself, there’s no one else that can say “no”. i’ve learned this through meditation and times spent with god; there will always be people who will doubt you and stay by your best (but spit on you at your lowest) but god is always listening and has seen everything. live for you and live for the almighty. you’ll see yourself excelling with his guidance.

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