Until Next Time01 [m]

Until Next Time—01 [m]

[4:38 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:38 AM] You: Ur kidding

[4:38 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i know the day just started but do you know what i’m craving for breakfast?

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

Synopsis: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // Gaming!AU

Genre: Smut & a dash of humor

Word Count: 5k

Includes: sexting/phone sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: oh man, i can’t believe this is showing its light again either

[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you

[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.

It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.

[10:22:20 PM] erectchim: this is a private server

[10:22:29 PM] erectchim: how did you get in here?

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Nice Guys [M]

He had a serious expression, but not the usual stoicism with tinges of bashfulness like you’re used to. His face seemed shrouded in a darker, carnal yearning. You cursed in the realization that seeing him like this, had you wet. You could feel it, instantly, the familiar heat growing between your legs. 

“Kookie?” you tried again, weakly attempting to pull your arms out of his grip. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation. You wince when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten in response to your outburst.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook commanded. 

“We’re the same age,” he continued. “How long did you think you could get away with babying me?”

summary: it’s always a pleasant surprise when the shy, and bashful boy you befriend on campus reveals himself to be a total dom behind closed doors.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: smut 🍑, some pre-smut fluff 🐰

warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!jungkook, choking/asphyxiation, masturbation, oral sex, hair-pulling, spanking, orgasm denial

a/n: 3000 words of fluff + 3000 words of sin = healthy diet

You glanced around the science lounge, scanning the groups of profoundly stressed individuals. Of course, with finals approaching, it’s understandable to see everyone so on edge. Finally, your eyes meet with the person you’ve been looking for: Jungkook. I mean, if you could even call it eye contact. It was barely a split-second until he looked away with that all too familiar shy yet neutral expression, and the slightest purse of his lips.

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;boy.girl (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader genre/warnings— smut, slight angst, romance, friends with benefits au, roommate! yoongi words— 14,139

summary— Boy. Girl. It’s as simple as that. Girl can’t get a good date—scrap that—girl can’t get a good lay, and boy is willing to help out with that… Friends with benefits seems the perfect solution, except for the fact, it’s not. It never is. Not when boy already has feelings for girl…

Listen to— boy | offonoff

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Epoch

Epoch (m) a period of time in history or a person’s life, typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics. Words: 11.3k Genre/Warnings: smut, language and angst Pairing: Reader x Jungkook Summary: When Namjoon breaks up with you, you’re left wondering what to do. Realizing you’ve been unhappy with your life, you go off to Hawaii. In Hawaii, you meet a cute desk clerk named Jungkook who saves your ass. (Based off of Forgetting Sarah Marshall)

You were waiting for your boyfriend, Namjoon, to come over. He had just gotten back from New York, where he had a few concerts. You worked with him, you were a lyric writer and producer. He had called you last night, saying, that he would be getting in early and wanted to see you.

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Faster II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut. Period. 

word count: 9.8

I just wanted to get this out of my head.

You forgot him, but Jeon didn’t forget you.

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Aromatherapy - Part 1 [Jungkook]

When your holistic hippie friend offers you a free massage at an unheard of health shop, you’re skeptical. But as soon as your masseur Jungkook walks into the room, you realize your outlook on massage therapy is about to completely change.

Warnings: oil massage, brief nipple play, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex.

Moodboard by the fabulous @just-let-me-be-your-lover .

The ambiance of the room is soft,warm and inviting - the dim lights and quiet, soothing shift of the tranquil music humming lowly through the space. The scent wafting from the mist diffuser is a blend or aromatic oils you can’t place - heavy lavender and a combination of other herbs no doubt merited to relaxation.

You’d never been good with this kind of stuff. Never given in to the holistic beliefs that your best friend stood by so fully. For christmases and birthdays, she’d purchase bottles of the latest super vitamins for you to consume, strong in her conviction they’d cure your health. Casual coffee dates with her would be full of advice on what foods were rich in omega and essential acids, all because you’d added a chocolate brownie to your order while she was sipping green tea. It never mattered though because all of it, you chose to ignore.

So when you found yourself sharing about the stress your work was bringing you, you’d surprised yourself at the interest in the advice she’d given that had lead you hear, standing in this very cozy room in nothing but a tiny paper bikini handed to you by the receptionist on arrival. And when she’d text you a time and place for a prepaid appointment at the massage parlor, you’d thanked her with every intention of using it.

The outside of the building was unassuming - small, grotty and with the neon word ‘Nunchi’ and a hanbang sign out the front suggesting it sold traditional Korean medicine. But on entry, the luxurious decor told you you’d found the right place straight away, marble counters and plush seats indicating just how upmarket it really was.

A short knock on the door draws your attention to the present once more, a low, docile voice calling out in honorific language.

‘Excuse me, Madam. I’m about to enter. Are you dressed?,’ Despite the soothing tone, you’re struck by a feeling of butterflies shifting through your stomach. When your friend had told you you were going to have a great time, she’d never mentioned that you’d be basically naked in front of a complete stranger. The paper tissue cut outs barely concealed your most intimate parts - mere circles over your nipples and a tiny triangle over your core. ‘Did the receptionist ask you to wear the garments?’

‘Uh… Yeah, I’m dressed.’ You practically bite your lip to prevent yourself adding the additional ‘barely’ that you’d wanted to slip in. You were committed to this. It was too late to pull out now.

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