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Missing | 03

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst, Slice of Life, Fluff

Pairing: Wolf!Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Wolf!Jungkook gets his first handjob and blowjob.

Summary: Upon meeting a person there are many ways in which the relationship can go, both positively and negatively. Fortunately, the former applies when meeting a child of the forest who takes a curious liking to the woman initially deemed an intruder.

However, that does not answer the questions about who the youth is nor where he comes from for the files at the police station do not contain his likeness. Perhaps it is better to live in anonymity, forgetful of the past.

Indeed, some things are best left behind.

Or are they?

A collision of worlds leads to entwining paths, bound to find beauty on the horizon despite the storms lurking in the shadows.

Bound to find what it means to be human.

Finding the missing piece of an erased tale.

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Life knows many twists and turns that can lead to surprising outcomes of which an example might be the “adoption” of the wolf boy clumsily jumping out of the station wagon and retracing every step by biting down on crimson fabric. Without a doubt, it is the most recent and spectacular example of the truth in the life of a girl whose entire world has been turned upside down.

The only time fangs have to let go in when walking up the stairs to the third floor, hands and feet obediently following dark Timberlands checking at the top of each set of steps whether they are still being trailed despite having said the opposite in the forest. Fortunately, greyish big eyes happily stare back from beneath messy obsidian locks each time with a soft smile continuing to show the cheeky pleasure of being here at all.

He’s adorable, but by God, what have I gotten myself into?

Taking Jungkook in is one thing, but it will be an entirely different affair to explain to Joon and Yoongles why there is a mute wolfish boy who keeps shadowing their little sister and friend. On the other hand, they also quite had something to explain when that same person walked in on them while listening to music - unable to hear any outward sounds - and thus discovered that her plan had worked. Moreover, the unintentional awkward situation also led to the discovery that her best friend who never had spoken of sexuality is gay and a submissive in addition to her brother being into BDSM. This only makes up part of the severity of those fairly embarrassing circumstances which persist into the present day. Especially since Namjoon has gotten bolder and less caring of his open-minded sister’s presence when clearly wanting time with the easily flustered piano instructor, resulting in a multitude of obvious displays of desire.

‘Here we are.’ At the end of the cool hallway, the homebound journey stops when a key turns into the lock. A hand runs through dirty though strangely lovable strands although shoulders hunch in a cringing clear wish the loud happy bark will pass unnoticed by the other residents of the floor. ‘Your new home.’

Please, both of you bastards, don’t be there. Not yet. God, if You are there… at all, I’m sorry I said You are dead, which I still believe, but at least give me a chance. Give Jungkook a chance.

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buttercup ⇢ pt one

⇢ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

⇢ genre: smut + slight angst

⇢ au: college!au, fwb!au, stoner!yoongi, assholeish!yoongi, fuckboyish!yoongi fwb to lovers trope

⇢ word count: 6k+

⇢ warnings: smut, honestly mostly porn, unprotected sex, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, praise, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, creampie??, oral (f receiving), pussy slaping, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, this part is basically pwp.

⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.

⇢ author’s note: so yes, buttercup is being cut up into two parts thanks to a lot of my life getting uprooted this week!!! ill spare you the details but everything is really chaotic rn so im sorry this isnt exactly what i promised :( thank u for all the insane amont of love ive gotten so far. this is a pretty um… filthy piece of writing skfjsd and it’s definitely not perfect and id love to get better with everything i put out on here but i hope u guys enoy ily xx

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Will You Make a Mess Now?

Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Virgin! Jungkook, established relationship au, college au, smut, fluff.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: HELLO YES I MISSED YOU. Guys, I swear i’m working on updating my series (plural) but, I’ve been out of writing for a while and, I needed something to get me back in the groove. What better way than to continue to affirm that my love for Jungkook is unavoidable and, unstoppable. i love youuuuu. This is unedited for now, please forgive any mistakes, I was too excited. 

Warnings: smut, language, 18+ only please.

After 4 grueling months of relentless studying and lectures, you can finally say that your second to last semester of university is finally over.

Finals week is still at the entrance of your subconscious as its literally all you’ve been able to think about for quite some time. You haven’t been able to unwind or see your friends and, if you’re being honest, you don’t remember the last time you actually slept for more than four hours at a time.

The good news is…

All of that is now behind you.

The exams have been taken, the textbooks have been returned or re-sold, the mountain of instant meals have been cleared from your kitchen (for now) and, you are currently on the subway headed to celebrate with the only person in the world that could properly bring you out of your post-exam haze:

Your boyfriend, Jungkook.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, very little plot if you squint real hard.

Warnings: unprotected sex (pls don’t become a baby factory unless it’s planned), fingering, masturbation, cum play, dom/sub themes, orgasm denial, degradation, i think there’s a spank? he sniffs her panties like once, name calling

Word Count: 2.2k+

Summary: You wear a particularly tight skirt to the office one day and your boss is having none of it.

↳ basically just office sex

A/N: Hi this was supposed to be done for his birthday which it technically still is in some timezones lol. so happy birthday to this amazing man who is the loml and my bias (I realize that many of you probably think yoongi is my bias but its jungkook I love him I promise I’m a loyal bitch) this is also unedited bc I’m a lazy whore

Your phone starts buzzing, reminding you of Jungkook’s afternoon meeting. Checking to make sure you have everything prepared and ready to go, you begin to straighten out your outfit before knocking on his door.

“Mr. Jeon?”

“Come in,” Jungkook answers distractedly, looking at the papers on his desk before looking up at you. He takes in your appearance, admiring the way your clothes cling to your body in all the right places and in turn, his own clothes seem to get a little tighter.

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|| a fic for the bangtan smut central network’s in the mood project ||

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 namjoon x reader || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 3k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut, idol au

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 your boyfriend is about to give an important speech at the United Nations but isn’t handling pre-speech nerves too well. luckily, you know some ways to help him relax.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 blowjob, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (they’re in a locked room in a public place), orgasm denial, praise, teasing, creampie

many thanks to miss nell @jamaisjoons​ for making the banner. happy birthday my yin < 3 all the love just for you xxxx

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“You need to relax, Namjoon,” you instruct softly, but of course he doesn’t hear you.

“…the decision to join BTS, there were many huddles. Hurdles. There were many hurdles. Some may not- shit,” he curses, switching back into his native Korean, “is this what a heart attack feels like? I shouldn’t be here, they’re all-”

“Namjoon,” you interrupt insistently, bringing his anxious pacing to a halt. “Sit down.” You wait for him to reluctantly pull a chair beside you, still fidgeting with his cuffs and shuffling his feet on the carpet. “It’s going to be okay, alright? You’ve delivered this speech to me, to the others, countless times. You know it. You just need to take some deep breaths and calm down for me.”

“How am I meant to calm down?” he asks, hand hovering at his temple as he resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

Although the question is rhetoric, you can’t help but flick him a coy smile, sliding your hand over to rest on his thigh, massaging the taut muscle softly. “I can think of a few ways…”

He shakes his head, eyes darting to the clock on the wall. “I need to be rehearsing, baby.”

“Then rehearse.”

His eyebrows lift in confusion as you push your chair out, standing up to double-check the door to the spare meeting room is locked. “What do you mean? What are you doing?”

“Rehearse,” you repeat calmly, “I’ll take care of the rest.” You smirk as you spin his chair around to face outwards and drop to your knees in front of him, running your palms up and down his inner thighs to spread them. You can see the waver of indecision in his eyes, the temptation that he wants to give in to. “Just think, baby,” you persuade in a velvet coo, “if you can give your speech while your cock is down my throat, you can give it anywhere.”

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A Very Personal Assistant

*Moodboard credit to @bangtansmutcentral Admin, Mei.

(In The Mood Project Submission)

Pairing: Namjoon/F!Reader

Length: 7K

Summary: Initially, you’d been somewhat uncertain about taking a job as the personal assistant to one Kim Namjoon, particularly when part of the job description entailed potentially having a discreet sexual relationship with your boss. Without a significant other to speak of and no better paying job prospects available, you’d accepted the position.

Now, nearly a year later, you’d grown adept at your job, both as an assistant and as the secret lover your boss simply can’t seem to get enough of, a feeling that was definitely mutual.

Features/Warnings: CEO!Namjoon and personal assistant!reader, reader is contracted as both an assistant and a personal companion, fluff, humor, idiots in love who won’t admit to each other that they’re in love, smut, soft!dom Namjoon, dirty talk, bit of a sir kink that’s not super enforced, mention of a safe word, spanking, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, unintentional attempted cockblocking by one Kim Seokjin, hints of Namjoon being a wee bit jealous but in a non-dickish way

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Bunny | JJK [18+]

✩ pairing: Jungkook x Stripper!Y/N

✩ genre: Smut with plot, fluff, strangers to lovers.

✩ word Count: 11.9k

✩ warnings: Smut, Heavy Dom!Y/N, sub/switch!JK, sexual pining, cursing, smoking, drinking, facesitting, handcuffs, blindfolding, praise kink, dry humping, unprotected sex (stay safe!)

✩ notes: This is written for the In The Mood project by @bangtansmutcentral​ Keep your eyes open for all the fics coming within this project! 

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Partition {Part 1} [Kim Taehyung]

BANGTAN MAFIA AU

Namjoon. Head of one of the fiercest gangs in Seoul, and your boyfriend. You know he has been working on something big lately. Whatever it is, he’s keeping it very quiet. So quiet, that you’re beginning to doubt whether he’ll ever get any time with you. 

But when his driver, the infamous Kim Taehyung, is tasked with taking you home during a date-gone-wrong, he’s got nothing but time for you. And time is something you’re finding it really hard to resist… 

Warning: drug use, cheating, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum swallowing. 

Thank You: @just-let-me-be-your-lover for doing such an amazing job on the banner. 

Although he’d never technically told you what he did, to say you were oblivious about the nature of Namjoon’s job would be an outright lie. Because from the moment you’d met, things had never seemed to add up. The late late nights he’d visit in the absence of any regular schedule dictated by his job, the private dinners he held with ‘colleagues’ and blew you off about whenever you tried to ask, the expensive gifts adorned on you that would cost any normal man in his late 20s a years salary, the security alarms he’d insisted you install in your old apartment before you moved in with him… It had all had you suspicious from the moment you’d begun your courtship with him.

It had been a whirlwind romance that had lead you here, tucked neatly against his arm in the back of his chaefeured car, the stark press of his cashmere suit soft against your bare arm and the scent of his heady cologne filling your nostrils. What you’d seen in him, was everything you’d craved in a man. He oozed an aura of wealth and power, spoke with intelligence and worked hard to provide you with every possible want in your life. You’d easily fallen for his innate need to care for you, head over heels in love before you could even stop it from happening.

That’s why it was so easy to overlook his career choice when you found out.

Kim Namjoon. Intellectual, lover and the head of one of the fiercest gangs in Seoul. Your boyfriend - one you’d stick with through thick and thin.

You watch him carefully as he smooths his dark hair, strands already neatly in place with a generous helping of pommade, before casually dropping it down over your shoulder. He allows his fingers to play with the wide, billowing straps of your dress - one you’d spent an hour selecting for your date - caressing lightly against the flesh of your collarbone.

‘You know the restaurant, right?,’ Namjoon queries to the man in the front seat, long time confidant and trusted member of his squad. Through the dropped partition separating the space in the car, you catch Taehyung’s eyes in the rear view mirror, trained carefully on the exposed skin Namjoon’s hands are warming. At the sound of his boss’s voice, they snap away - the gray blonde of his fringe dusting against his forehead with the movement. ‘The french one with the valet parking over in Gangnam.’  

‘Yes, boss.,’ Taehyung nods without hesitation, eyes moving steadily forward to watch the road carefully. ‘I know the one. In this traffic, I imagine it will take about half an hour to get there.’

‘Half an hour?,’ Namjoon glances your way, the soft smirk dusting dimples across his cheek causing your heart to beat a little faster. You knew that look as well as you knew Namjoon… and it only meant one thing. ‘I’m sure we can find something to do while we drive, right Gorgeous?’

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Ocean Drive

Don’t say a word while we dance with the devil. {x}

word count: 5.5k

genre: smut/angst

Yoongi has always been forbidden fruit to you, but there’s something about him that makes it hard for you to stay away.

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greengreengreen | kth [m.]

⇻ pairing: taehyung x reader ⇻ genre: smut, non!idol au, stoner!Taehyung ⇻ est. word count: 7.6k ⇻ some warnings: big dick!Tae, first time together, oral sex (f & m, giving and receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dick too big issues, an unhealthy amount of dirty talk, extremely smug!Taehyung, choking, overstimulation, tiniest bit of angst, Taehyung thinks you’re cheating on someone, vague drugs description, usage of weed, vague mention of threesomes ⇻ synopsis: taehyung’s crush has grown exponentially ever since he met you and when the opportunity finally arises for something, anything to happen, he takes it without any second thoughts, his mind clouded with need; oh, if only yoongi had stayed at the party longer. ⇻ a/n: Welcome to Kiss land, we have officially begun! it’s finally here!! i hope you guys like it! 

The music was booming in your ears, making your steps unsure as you rushed up the stairs, giggling wildly as Taehyung’s hands kept gripping at your body, pulling you close when you tried to pull him up to your apartment. He chuckled once you finally reached the door and handed him the bottle of whiskey so you could focus on unlocking it, but he didn’t make things any easier, pushing you against the door, the warmth and closeness of his distracting in all the right ways. 

“Patience, Tae, we should at least get inside, hm?” you fiddled with the lock to the door for a minute longer while his hands started roaming whatever skin he could reach, pulling at your shirt, dipping his fingers into the hem of your pants, pulling you close and angling your head so that he could kiss you, despite your protests and desperate attempts to just open the door to your apartment. 

A whine left your lips when he pulled you away from the door and turned you around, smashing his lips against yours, gripping the hand that had the bundle of keys in it while simultaneously taking your breath away. He pulled away with a smile and grinned widely at your annoyed face before he simply chose one key from the bundle, pushed it into the lock and opened the door, making you lose balance and stumble inside. 

He released a deep chuckle and set the bottle down on the coffee table before dropping on the couch, legs spread apart, looking positively inviting. You hesitated in the middle of the room for a moment, thinking over what was going to happen in very short minutes, feeling your limbs run cold with anxiousness and anticipation, as well as getting extremely hot and bothered just watching Taehyung sprawled against your couch, running a hand through his already messy mint green hair, his silky shirt unbuttoned halfway. He licked his lips and locked eyes with you, raising his eyebrows as he spoke: “Are you gonna stand there and watch, or join me over here?” you felt your cheeks heat up at the question, suddenly feeling intimidated by the gorgeous man before you. 

You made up your resolve to finally do something, but before that decided to make a detour for the window and open it wide so you could at least feel like you could breathe and hopefully calm down your nerves. 

Hooking up with Taehyung seemed like a good idea when he started showing interest at the party you had just left, but now that you were face to face, you were suddenly extremely wary and rooted into place because this was the Kim Taehyung and it was very rare that someone so out of your league would show interest. Yet here he was, patting his thigh with one hand, inviting you closer, while reaching for his pocket with the other. He pulled something out that immediately relaxed your senses just at the sight and he chuckled at that.

“You’re gonna have to come over here and sit down if you want us to share it, baby." 

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Flight 18

Summary:  Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

Wordcount: 9500 ish.  This was only supposed to be a small drabble, but I got carried away.

Warnings:  Sex sex sex!  Oral sex for everybody.  Finger banging.  Penis in vagina. Sex with strangers! Sex in a bathroom so if you are germ phobic, good luck with that.  Also, dirty talking vulgarity galore.

Notable:  It’s Hoseok y’all!  So you can stop nagging me about how I don’t have any Hobi fics!

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“See something you like?” The man sitting across from you at the boarding gate stretched out his hands and spread his knees further apart, as if inviting you to take a closer look.

“I… I’m sorry.  I was just zoning out.  I didn’t even realize I was looking in your direction,” you lied.  

“Uh-huh.  Sure.  Tell yourself whatever you need to, “ he replied with a smirk.

You ignored him, raising the book you had been reading higher, covering your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.  The truth was you had been staring, but not because you were attracted.  Instead you were appalled that anyone would show up to an airport dressed like that.

This guy, whoever he was, had shown up to the airport wearing shorts that appeared to be nothing more than a pair of gray sweats that had been cut off at the knees and a denim jacket that he had only bothered to use two buttons to close.  He had on no shirt underneath and with his jacket being barely closed, a large portion of his upper chest and his abdomen were visible.  His sweat-shorts were hung low on his hips to make sure the waistband of his Balenciaga underwear was visible for all to see.  A hat kept his hair completely covered – the only modest thing about him.

To think that guy would presume that you might be looking at him because you found him attractive was laughable.  He looks like the kind of guy who got kicked out of his apartment for not paying rent.  Probably couldn’t afford rent because he wasted all his money on stupid designer underwear.  His landlord probably kept the rest of his wardrobe as collateral.   

You stifled a laugh, amused by your own thoughts on why this stranger showed up to the airport looking like that.  Attracted to him? As if.

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One-Time Thing

One-Time Thing Ship: Enemies to Lovers!AU Jungkook | Reader Description: You hated Jungkook since you were a little kid. You still hate him, of course, but maybe his dick a little less. Warnings: Powerplay, Dom!Jungkook, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Lots of ‘fuckdoll’ kink, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Oral, Degrading Names, Praise Kink, Fingering, Slight Public Sex, Rough Sex, Spitting Word Count: 4,119 A/N: I’m… going to hell for this. Seriously hwefjkd.

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IS ANYONE STILL ALIVE??

see both sides like chanel. (m)

pairing— kim namjoon x reader x jung hoseok genre— rich kids au, college au, three very unhealthily codependent polyamorous best friends au, smut, fluff, some angst warnings— threesome (mmf, with some male on male action - kissing and heavy petting), oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, double penetration, cream pie word count— 9k about—

You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.

But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

The first word you had ever spoken was Chanel, the second was Joonie, and the third was Hosie.

Which is fitting, because at the age of 21, they are all still what you adore the most in this world.

But in a heartbeat, you would trade your whole entire Chanel collection just to keep both boys at your side. Even the vintage rarities and custom made pieces designed especially just for you. Because Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok are that priceless and precious to you.

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break the ice — masterlist.

BREAK THE ICE | JEON JUNGKOOK & PARK JIMIN

↳ Hockey AU | Smut/Comedy/Fluff    ↳ !!!warning!!! contains a threesome!!

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

You have to love hockey. No exceptions.

You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.

And most importantly, have fun!

EPISODE 1 - Game on!

↳ read here!

EPISODE 2 (finale) - Cool Hot Sweet Love

↳ read here!

AO3 | PLAYLIST | SEQUEL (coming this year?)

feedback (m) | vhope

pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Tae genre/warnings: smut, detailed oral (giving and receiving), multiple partners. words: 11.1k summary: You’re feeling a little insecure about something your friend had said, and your besties Tae and Hobi are there to help you out.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET @rbuns!! I hope you’re having an amazing day and I hope you enjoy your two bias wreckers in this xD I love you <3

The words echo in your head like a song on repeat, a constant tune mocking you and reminding you just how sweet and innocent you are. Your friend hadn’t meant it to hurt your feelings, you don’t think she did anyway, but it really stuck and now you couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Wait really? That’s so cute - how ‘chaste’ of you!”

What did that even mean? ‘Chaste’? Once you’d figured it out you were even more incensed. It’s not like you were a virgin, and surely you couldn’t be the only girl that hadn’t given a blowjob before. Up until now, you didn’t think it was a big deal, but the way she’d reacted –so surprised– made it seem so weird.

The doubt and insecurity crawled under your skin like bugs and had you fidgeting so hard that you couldn’t possibly focus on the textbook in front of you, and after ten minutes of reading the same paragraph with nothing being absorbed into your brain, your forehead finally hit the coffee table with a thud.

“_____… you okay?” Taehyung lifts his head at your followed groan and fixes his gaze to the messy mop of hair that is now starting to creep over onto his own textbook.

“M’fine.” The words are tired, muffled, but he can still hear you, and immediately notices the frustration in your voice.

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Party Pooper (M)

Summary: Namjoon + a New Year’s blowjob, that’s about it. Genre: Smut/Fluff Words: 2011 A/N: I can’t believe how long this is… Happy New Year!!!

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Initiative (M)

Summary: You’re bored at a Christmas party, and like the good employee he is, Park Jimin strives for one thing only: satisfy his boss. Genre: Smut Words: 4,183 Warnings: Alcohol consumption, public fingering, public sex

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1-800-LUST (M)

Summary: Jungkook looks for a phone-sex ad because he’d heard good things about it, but he isn’t sure if it’s as legit as they say. He decides to call for himself. Genre: Smut Words: 2,262 Warnings: Dirty talk, horny Jungkook, masturbation, phone-sex in general. A/N: I wrote most of this back in 2016, and decided to finish it off now. I believe this was a request from an Anon who was thirsty for Jungkook phone sex. I don’t blame you sis 🤷 

The advertisement was in the Yellow Pages; under the Entertainment – Adult section, wedged between an escort company that offered reasonable rates, and a club in the heart of downtown that held exclusive, high quality burlesque shows. It was small, discrete, and apparently eye-catching enough for Jungkook to pin-point it with a tempting curiosity.

NEED A QUICK RELIEF? CALL US NOW FOR A GOOD TIME!

ONLY 35¢ PER MIN.

1-800-555-LUST

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Gravity Check

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader (I felt like spelling his name different in this one, though I’ve no idea why) 

Genre: Smut with sprinklings of fluff 

Warnings: Cursing, minor injury, drinking, dirty talk, graphic descriptions of sex including; unprotected intercourse, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, spanking.

Word count: 14K

I know I’ve written the reader as a fair bit older than Jeongguk in this fic, but I hope it doesn’t alienate you slightly younger readers.  It doesn’t really play much of a part in anything other than setting the scene.  

This really wasn’t what you’d had in mind when you’d agreed to spend a weekend in the arse end of nowhere.  You don’t even really know the bride that well, for Christ’s sake, but here you are stood amongst a group of her very best ‘gal pals’ with a poorly concealed look of horror on your face as the young woman in front bounces on the balls of her feet, petite frame brimming over with enthusiasm.  

“Ok guys!  Are we ready to have some fun?”  

This girl can’t be for real, right?  No one is this peppy on a Monday morning. The line of women to your left reply with varying levels on enthusiasm as your best friend nudges you sharply in the ribs, and she doesn’t have to speak for you to receive her message loud and clear, forcing your lips into a tight smile as the girl continues to speak.  

You will enjoy yourself.  You will make the best of this.  You will, you will, you will.  

“If you’d just like to help yourselves each to a harness and get strapped up your instructor for today should be with you shortly!”  Her hair bounces with the force with which she gestures towards the bucket of climbing equipment in the corner, and it’s with a sense of grim determination that you form an orderly queue behind the others to retrieve the instruments of your doom.   

Ok, so maybe you’re being a little dramatic, but you firmly believe whoever’s idea this was for a group of almost-30-year-old women to go rock climbing in their precious free time truly deserves a rather long walk off a short pier.  It had to have been Hannah, the bride’s sister-in-law-to be - why else would she be grinning like such an idiot?

Hen weekends are supposed to be all partying, poor decisions and penis straws not… this.  Not slightly moist climbing shoes and well-worn harnesses that have seen god knows how many different crotches in their lifetime - probably even more than Kay, you’d bet.  You glance up at her with a smirk as you shimmy your way into it, keeping the joke to yourself; she probably wouldn’t appreciate it right now, not when she’s currently hopping from foot to foot with a frown, trying to make her generous behind fit between the straps.  

“Who the hell designed these?” she gripes as she wiggles the harness upwards and then squats to help them slot into the grooves at the tops of her thighs.  You recognise the look on her face all too well as she looks down at herself with nothing but disappointment in her eyes, and you have to act quickly to halt the impending downward spiral of her self-confidence.  

“There is no one who could make this shit look good, Kay, trust me,” you tell her, plonking a bright orange helmet onto your head and shooting her a ridiculous grin, relieved when she cracks a smile in reply and pulls on her own turquoise monstrosity.  

A door bangs opens on the far side of the locker room and through it walks your instructor for the morning, all geared up and ready to go.  

“Except for him, apparently,” Kay murmurs under her breath as the whole room falls silent and you nod your head dumbly in agreement, absolutely captivated by the young man who’s walking steadily towards your group, his shoulders swaying back and forth.  

God, she’s not wrong.  The harness that looks so hideously unflattering on you does absolutely everything for your instructor-to-be, cinching in his inexplicably tiny waist and cutting into the meat of his thighs in a way that shouldn’t be as nearly as attractive as it is.

You feel the sharp jab of Kay’s elbow once again, and it’s only then that you realise you’d been staring openly at his crotch, your mouth slightly ajar.  

“Morning ladies,” he greets as he comes to a stop in front of your group, standing with his legs spread fairly wide, hands rubbing together.  A small smile graces his face when you all answer in chorus and out from behind his lips appears two of the most adorable front teeth you’ve ever seen.  

Jesus, how old is this kid anyway?  He barely looks a day over twenty; the tanned skin of his cheeks smooth and plump, his dark eyes still twinkling with the kind of effortless optimism that only youth can bring, age yet to bestow even a single wrinkle or dark circle. He’s definitely too young for you.  Definitely.  

“My name’s Jeongguk and I’ll be leading your session today,” he continues, and though he sounds fairly confident you can tell by his restless hands that Jeongguk isn’t quite as at ease as he’d like you to believe.  

Cute.  

“I can see you’re all geared up and ready to go, so there’s just some safety info that we need to get through first and then we’ll be good to get you up on the walls.”  His eyes drift over the group from left to right as he addresses you all, and you wish you could say that his gaze lingers on you just that little bit longer than the rest but unfortunately you can’t.  He pays you no more attention than anyone else in the room, his friendly smile disappearing as he promptly gets down to business.  “First off, have any of you climbed before?”

You promptly roll your eyes when you see a dainty hand slowly raise into the air.  Of course Hannah would have prior experience - she never would’ve suggested something that didn’t provide ample opportunity for her to show off.  

“Me and daddy used to scale El Potrero Chico whenever we vacationed in Mexico,” she informs him in her most polished of voices, looking far too pleased with herself whilst her eyes look Jeongguk up and down, fake lashes fluttering.  

God, you hate her.  You’ll never quite able to fathom how she and your favourite childhood playmate are in any way related.  If you were him you’d have ended up smothering Hannah in her sleep a long time ago.  

Thankfully Jeongguk seems totally oblivious to the manner in which she’s eyeing him; like a delicious meal just waiting to be devoured.  God, please say you’re at least more subtle than she is.  

“Excellent.”  Jeongguk gives a nod of his head and her beady little eyes light up at the brief smile he gifts her with.  “You won’t be needing much of my attention, then.”  It’s with great difficulty that you resist laughing at the way Hannah’s expression falls at Jeongguk’s somewhat blunt dismissal, pursing your smiling lips tight as he asks if anyone else has any prior experience.  No one else puts their hand up, and you can’t help but wonder whether or not any of them are holding back for fear that they won’t get any this handsome young man’s attention either.  You wouldn’t blame them if they were.  

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Out of the Blue (Dogboy Hybrid AU) 01

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. AND ALSO, the OC in this is very submissive and pliant because she’s in heat and it’s quite extreme, so if extreme submissiveness makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read!

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else. 

Notes: yeah um this is literally just an excuse to write dogboy jungkook smut lets keep it real but this time there’s actually gonna be plot and a backstory omfg i know right and im laughing so hard at myself becuz in this dogboy AU dogboys apparently have knots but in my dogboy tae fics they dont like wtf im dumb but please have fun and read this but please know that this is the weirdest plot and its generally just weird as fuck but so is all my shit

Words: 3.6k

Other Dogboy AUs: Territory | Disturbed | Drabble 

The air was so thick with your scent, Jungkook thought he was going to choke on it.

His hands were balled into fists, ears laid back atop his head and his whole body was tensed from having to hold himself back. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over and mount you, to fill you up with his cock and his seed, but he knew that had to wait until the meeting was over.

He knew the state you were in was no better. It was no doubt hard for you to be in the presence of an aroused alpha male while the excruciating heat blazed through your body. He could smell the excessive juices you were leaking that were probably staining the armchair you sat in right this very moment. And the way your body would tremble every now and then, let him know how desperate you were for him to be inside of you.

This kind of situation was very common for Jungkook, however. So he was an expert at refraining himself from taking his clients right then and there, no matter how tempting they might be.

Being a prized male hybrid since there were very few males out there, masters would pay him to breed with their female hybrids, so they could have his valuable offsprings - it was almost guaranteed for there to be a male in the litter. There was no telling how many children he had, because after he bred with the girls, he’d never see nor hear from them again.

They gave him money, he gave them children. And that was that.

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morning rush. (m)

pairing ~  college au!jungkook/reader warnings ~ exhibitionism?  summary ~ You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.   word count ~ 3.2k

+ Once the the train is tight enough, he senses that he can proceed inconspicuously. His hand drifts from your waist to the edge of your skirt, and you can feel the pads of his fingertips against your skin.

I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me.

Every time you see him, he sees you. Again and again you are stumped by one of life’s greatest obstacles: you can never really know what another person is thinking.

The year is almost over, you thought, and yet I have never spoken to this guy.

In the train station exactly five minutes away from your apartment, you see him every morning, without fail. You board the same ever crowded carriage, endure the thirty minute commute, then disembark at the same stop. Yet, no good morning, no hello, no subtle head nod, not ever. You were unsure if he was even aware of your existence.

At times you swore you could feel his eyes on you, palpably you had thought that he even awaited your appearance. On better days you would even think that he started to take an interest in you.

But when your mind would inevitably clear, you’d realise that no, this isn’t possible. He’s too tall and too fit to be anywhere near your league. He’s Jeon Jungkook, the ever coveted yet doubly mysterious first class university athlete. And you are… well, you.

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vaunt (m) | jeon jungkook

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.

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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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