A Happy Accident

A Happy Accident

Summary: You accidentally send nudes meant for your friend with benefits Hoseok to Jungkook.

Teaser : in which the nudes are sent accidentally

Warnings: HOO BOY OK, sub!Jungkook (but not really just read it trust me), bondage, so much teasing, 69 (kinda), unprotected sex (wrap up the dong kiddos)

Word Count: 2312 (THIS IS A LOT I AM SWEATING SO MUCH I FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY ABOUT KOOKIE LATELY)

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Jiminxreader smut with like, mentions of lingerie???

Anon~ I’m not quite sure where you came from all of the sudden, since I haven’t asked for prompts in a few days, but I suppose I’ll write you something before I sleep lol

Jimin’s jaw tightens the minute you step into the door frame of the room. When you’d said you were going to get something special on, he hand’t expected this.

“Do you like?” you ask teasingly, lower lip trapped between your teeth as you sway your hips and start towards him. Jimin scoots forward in anticipation, his hands automatically reaching and latching onto your hips once you’re close enough to touch.

“You look fucking amazing,” he growls, leaning forward and taking one of your hardened nipples between his teeth. You gasp at the feeling, fingers gripping onto his shoulder tightly, and know that having picked this set of lingerie was the right decision. 

Cupless bra’s = good for you, and good for Jimin–because direct access to the goods gets you both everywhere faster.

“When the hell did you even buy this?” he mumbles, tugging you into him, and you both fall back onto the mattress, limbs tangling together as your lips meet passionately. 

“I have free time when you’re away,” you respond, winking at him, and a possessive growl rips from his chest. 

“Good to know.”

With that he dives in, his hand sneaking between your thighs as he pins you down to the mattress, lips licking and biting across the revealed skin of your chest and shoulders.

You keen at the attention, body arching into him as little moans begin escaping from your mouth. Jimin revels in the sound, fingers quickly slipping under your lace panties and pulling them down your legs. He deposits them on the floor and then immediately inserts two fingers into your heat.

“Always so wet for me,” he mumbles, and you groan at the sudden invasion, chest pressing into his as he starts fucking his fingers into you. 

“J-Jimin, please!” you’re begging soon enough, hands grappling at his shoulders, and Jimin bites his lip, not needing to be asked twice.

“God, you’re so damn beautiful,” he breathes, sweat beading on his temple as he rolls on a condom, entire body flushed with want.

He pushes into you slowly, a guttural groan slipping past his lips when he bottoms out, and you wiggle your hips, whining with need. Jimin only chuckles at you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and flipping you onto your side before he begins pounding into you.

“Fuck!” you curse, the slightly more darning angle doing wonders, and Jimin grunts.

“You like that, huh? You’re always such a good girl for me.”

Unable to respond, jaw slack as heat begins to build in your gut, you simply brace yourself against the sheets and hold on for the ride. 

Every grunt and lust-lined pant that leaves Jimin’s throat only serves to push you closer to your release, a moan beginning to build deep within you. Jimin’s cock continues to fuck inside of you, leaving you feeling deliciously filled, and you know it won’t be long now–not when Jimin is looking like some kind of beautiful sex god above you.

“J-Jimin,” you gasp in warning, and he bites his lip, finding it in himself to snap his hips harder. You cry out at the feeling, head thrown back as the heat in your gut becomes too much.

“Fuck, Jimin!” you scream, his name echoing off the walls of the room as you come. 

“Shit, Y/N–!” he gasps, your heat tightening around him as waves of pleasure crash over you, and he fucks into you once, twice, again before he’s coming as well–hips stuttering as he releases into the condom.

“I love you so much,” you coo quietly, stroking his hair when he collapses onto the bed beside of you, completely spent. Jimin peeks open at eye, tired smile breaking out onto his lips, and leans in to kiss you.

“Thank you. I love you too,” he says, nuzzling his hair into your shoulder, and you roll onto your side, pulling him closer.

“I know, Jimin. Thank you too.”

the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

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that chest

sugar rush | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ warnings: shall we get into jk’s oral fixation that’s been evident starting from gold rush … oral (f. receiving), tongue fucking, cum eating, edging ? spanking, spitting, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) not me getting braver as we go.

→ word count: 3.8k

↳ gold rush | love rush | sugar rush

summary: jungkook is always on a sugar high with you.

note: well this turned into a series kind of :] everyone is so nice thank you sm !!! i didn’t even expect myself to write the way this turned out LMFAO btw english is not my first language so i’m sry for errors i don’t mind if u msg me to point them out!

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“hey wait,” you move to step out of the car but jungkook reaches for your arm. you look at him with questioning eyes before he grabs the nape of your neck and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. you respond with the same ferocity with your hand fisting at his hoodie in desperate need to hold on to something. his kisses always leave you weak and breathless. he knows the effect he has on you. he has his fun exploring your mouth with his tongue, before tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth like he loves doing and pulling away with a mischievous smirk on his face. this wicked bitch.

“you have more in the compartment! what did you steal my gum for?” you exclaim in annoyance, glaring at him happily chewing on the gum you popped into your mouth not even five minutes ago.

“exactly. you took it from my compartment.” he blows a bubble right in front of your face. you fake a surprised gasp and tap his mouth to pop it. this makes him laugh adorably, nose scrunching and eyes crinkling. your heart pounds loudly in your chest. you simply adore jungkook, and you feel so lucky. even though he just stole a gum from your mouth with his sneaky tongue - him and his annoying antics you secretly enjoy.

“whatever,” you roll your eyes, but a smile is etched on your lips. “can we go now, sir?” jungkook remains motionless staring at you for a few seconds before snapping out of it by clearing his throat. is he okay? once he steps out of the car, you also open the door on your side to leave.

jungkook pouts at the fact that you didn’t let him open the door for you again. you just peck his pink lips and put your arm around the back of his waist, to which he also tugs you closer with a hand on your shoulder. you are at the mall because he decided that he wants more colors in his wardrobe. you only have classes thrice a week and you like to finish all your works as early as possible so you can enjoy your free time, which you spend most with your best friend and well, jungkook.

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unethical student. (m)

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pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

genre: Teacher Jeongguk AU, High School Student Reader AU, Tsundere AU

warnings: TeacherxStudent, smut, oral and some kiNkPLay ft. a bit of angst

synopsis: Your relationship with him was a problem, but no textbook would tell you that. Especially when the solution was so easy: just split up.

It really isn't hard to tell right from wrong, even for a sociopath. You learn these things at a young age, taught by everyone around you.

Teachers just have a degree for it.

They're the experts, much like Jeon Jeongguk. Guilt eats people inside out when you know you're doing something wrong; have done something wrong; keep doing something wrong.

Laws were enforced for a reason and yet here Jeongguk was: dating a student, nevermind his student who was ten years his junior. He could just about lose everything for this.

You, however, didn't have anything to lose as you skipped happily in the music store, looking for a new album. It was a date with your teacher, who was secretly sulking behind you.

What if he got caught? What if you turned him in after getting your perfect History grades? He knew about late teenagers, young adults: they got bored easily, and were incredibly reckless as much as they were impulsive.

You could ditch him in a heartbeat.

Entering the rock aisle, you looked through the shelves in search of The Neighbourhood's newest release. Jeongguk was leaning against the shelf as he picked up a random record.

"You're nervous," you commented without interrupting your search with your back facing him.

"We're in public," he muttered as he opened the plastic cover of the disk.

"So? No one knows us here."

The other customers filled in Jeongguk's silence as they asked for specific title tracks to the one employee that roamed around. Another sat at the register with wandering eyes set on him.

Neither of you noticed, being distracted by overwhelming thoughts and an artist in mind.

"Found it!" you chirped happily with the album in your hands. "Can you take this to the counter? I'm going to grab another one really quick."

"Sure," he sighed as he walked over to the queue. It was rather short and quick as he stood straight in front of the young woman who loudly chewed her pink bubblegum.

She stared at him as she rang him up while he glanced around the store. "Cash or credit?" she asked. There was a smug smirk on her face that Jeongguk didn't miss. Her tag read Sana.

With his signature monotone expression, he responded, "I'll pay in credit in a second." He cleared his throat as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat. The spring weather couldn't decide whether to be warm or chilly.

"Alright," she replied as she rolled her tongue around her mouth. It was a bit annoying in Jeongguk's ears since the words almost sounded unclear. "What's your name?"

Well, it was obvious what she took his stalling for: he wants to chat with her a little more.

Before he could utter a word, however, you jumped into the scene with your hands wrapped around Jeongguk's arm with so much force that he stumbled to the side. "Babe, I found the other one," you chimed in enthusiastically. The two other characters were taken aback by your volume.

"Great," Jeongguk smiled in adoration. Childish, but cute.

When you handed in the other track, the cashier was visibly confused by the duo of opposition. You with your violet, flimsy puffer jacket and cheerful face, holding onto a man who wore a dark trenchcoat and a thin turtleneck underneath, both screaming luxury with a bored look on his face. Not only was it a clash of colors, but also a clash of maturity.

The penny suddenly dropped, and Jeongguk grew uncomfortable by Sana's stiffening posture. She must think he's a creep...

Paying for your items, the two of you trudged outside in the sunny cold, still attached to the hip from your refusal to detach from his arm.

You noticed the look on the girl's face. It was a mere instinct to display your relationship to anyone who threatened it.

Sharing was never something you liked doing, no matter how much it was preached back in elementary school.

Jeongguk intertwined your fingers with his as the other carried the bag of albums. It felt nice to touch you, but just as unnerving.

The reaction from the cashier didn't help either; nothing about this relationship was right, he knew that without people rubbing it in his face. Was it even going to be worth it by the end?

You had a tendency to switch back and forth between things, whether it be boys or music. Jeongguk was certain he was as fucked as he was smitten.

"What's wrong?" you addressed the elephant in the air.

"I think you should go home."

Your steps halted as you furrowed your brows. "Why?"

He was a step ahead of you as he spoke, "Don't you have music to listen to?"

"I want to spend time with you, music can wait," you giggled. He didn't appear to be as amused though.

"This whole thing is making me... wary. You're young and beautiful, and I'm nearing my thirties."

There were no smiles anymore as the chirps of the birds suddenly became inaudible at the blunt switch in mood. "Jeongguk, what are you trying to say?" You pulled your hand away from his loose one. "Are you dumping me?"

"What? No, I'm just... I'm worried you will." He pulled you to a bench to not linger in the middle of the sidewalk. "I'm too old for you, and anyone with eyes can see that."

You huffed out a hysterical laugh. "What the fuck are you talking about? You're not old, I just need a little more time for my facial traits to develop."

"You don't get it," he sighed with a solemn shake of his head.

"Listen, I'm eighteen. I'm an adult; I know what I'm doing. I just want to be with you right now."

"Not later?"

"Oh come on," you rolled your eyes. He was nitpicking your words without humor. "Stop being like this. Let's go to your apartment."

He held in the words "because I'm not allowed to go to yours". It was petty, but it stung a little when he knew this wouldn't be a problem with Taehyung or any other boys in your class. They could go to your house as they wished.

Your relationship with him was a problem, but no textbook would tell you that. Especially when the solution was so easy: just split up.

"Okay, babe," he said instead with a grim smile.

You pecked his lips and walked to his car without a care in the world.

Upon your arrival to Jeongguk's house for the second time in your short time of "dating" without labels, you slumped on his couch and flung your purchases to the side without taking off your coat. Jeongguk hung his coat on the rack before wearing his slippers.

"Want a drink, or something to eat?" he asked he strode into the kitchen.

"Do you have cola?" You turned on the TV.

As you switched through the channels in hopes of finding a Marvel movie, a glass of orange juice was placed on the glass coffee table. "You drink cola too much."

He had noticed you drinking cans after cans during breaks in school after he stopped avoiding you. He would watch you in the halls and field, and you would always approach him with an empty can. Sometimes you would ask for pocket money to buy another one, but he never gave enough for the price of it; $2 for apple juice only. It was endearing.

"Okay, dad," you grumbled playfully with a roll of your eyes.

He grimaced at the nickname. Some people probably thought you were his father, an assumption stemming from his insecurities. He didn't appear old at all, still looking in his early twenties, but he grew self conscious of his appearance the more he hung out with you.

You took a sip of the sweet beverage. "Spring break is nearing. I'm going to watch lots of porn for you."

"Flattering," he said sarcastically.

"Still exploring my sexuality." You nudged him playfully, "Besides, trying out new things will be fun."

"I think I've become familiar with every sexual fantasy you can think of."

You quirked a brow. "Oh? What's your body count?"

"I'm not telling you," he chuckled. "What about you?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me."

He groaned. This was immature but he was genuinely curious and he hated it. Maybe this could be you bringing out his youthful nature, so he decided, "On the count of three."

"Okay, one."

"Two."

"Three."

"Ten." "Three."

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets. "TEN?!"

"Three isn't that bad," he muttered to himself. "Listen, I've had ten more years to 'explore my sexuality'. I have high standards. I'm assuming I'm your third?"

You nodded. "Do I fit your standards then?"

Truthfully, you didn't. You were the embodiment of everything he didn't stand for; the devil in disguise; the complete opposite of him. But your persistence was admirable, and it pulled him in.

Nonetheless, he replied, "you broke my standards. You're like a teenage fantasy."

"So I'm just a phase?"

"No, it's the other way around. At most I'm just your teacher crush."

You lightly scoffed before turning away from him. "That's demeaning."

"Yeah, imagine being the teacher in that scenario. I'm basically setting myself up for heartbreak." He cringed at his word choice. How much power did you have over him to break his heart, anyway? He was the adult, he could take it. Whereas you probably wouldn't even care, moving onto Taehyung in a heartbeat.

You fumed silently. He wasn't taking you seriously at all; who was he to judge your loyalty to him?

You dodged his arm that came to wrap around your shoulder.

"Really?" he asked incredulously. "You're actually upset by what I said?"

"You know, I'm not forcing you to be in this relationship," you snapped. "Why do you doubt me so much?"

"You're a teenager, love, you're not going to want to be with me when you're twenty and I'm thirty."

"Why not? If I cared that much about your age, would I be here right now?"

He sighed like he was done with this conversation, instead leaning into your lips. You pulled back again, but he held onto the back of your head and gently placed his lips on yours.

"You're right," he murmured against your lips. It was half of the truth. "I'm sorry."

"You don't mean it."

Rather than denying it, his mouth mashed against yours once more. Heat rose from your chest to your neck, feeling hot under the gentle brush of his tongue. Your whole body tingled as you parted your lips, allowing him to take the lead. He didn't waste the opportunity as his hand landed on your thigh, pulling you just a little closer.

"You promised drinks," you panted when he left your lips without distancing himself.

She's old enough.

"Just a moment." He held up a finger as he returned to the kitchen, the taste of the orange juice from your mouth still lingering on his tongue.

You're not too young for him; you're old enough.

Alcohol and sex wasn't meant for teenagers.

So when you drank three glasses of strawberry flavored cocktail while shoving your tongue down the throat of the man who wouldn't allow you to drink Coca Cola, it was okay.

"You okay?" Jeongguk panted when you began swaying on top of him. Your knees were pressed against his sides, with you leaning over him and moving your head back and forth thoughtlessly.

You didn't have a high alcohol tolerance, and your sex drive increased the moment you became tipsy. Getting drunk worsened it.

"I'm fine," you slurred before returning to his lips. Your hands clasped the hem of your sweater and you slipped out of it quickly. It was starting to stick to your skin from the heat. "Sh... show me," you hiccuped, "your favorite sex."

Jeongguk wanted so badly to cradle you at this moment: you being unable to speak properly, eyes blinking slowly and out of focus. He wasn't affected by any of the bitter scotch he'd drunk, and he knew this wasn't right.

This could be classified as sexual assault.

He pushed against his feet on the couch as he pulled himself upwards. "How about we sober you up a little first?"

Before he could continue, you pecked him over and over. The wet kisses echoed in the idle living room which made Jeongguk smile stupidly. You were adorable, and this felt right.

"You can do whatever you want with me today. I'm curious about your fantasies," you coaxed with a pout.

One heavy sigh later, Jeongguk stood up and dragged you to his bedroom.

"Lie down."

"Mmkay."

Star spread on the grey sheets, you closed your eyes and felt roaming hands all over you. It was a bit ticklish, how he removed your socks and undressed you as if you were incapabale of doing so yourself. It made you feel nice. Nicer.

"Stop giggling," he quietly laughed.

"It's ticklish." You obeyed him nonetheless, not feeling fazed by the chills on your bare body.

He roughly turned you on your stomach and your face was mushed into the comforter. A quiet yelp escaped you as he pulled you closer to him by your legs.

"I like having full control," he began as he unbuckled his belt. "Like I'm your owner."

"Go on."

Your voice was muffled as you didn't bother getting into a comfortable position on the mattress. You were feeling energetic and sleepy all the same. There was excitement, but in it was complete submission. You'd try something different today.

"So you don't make a sound; you don't move; you don't do anything."

"Like a sex doll?"

"Yes, like a sex doll."

A lazy smile stretched out on your face. Your heartbeat hastened slightly as you heard Jeongguk spit into his hand. You were anticipating the stretch already.

"Now be quiet," he whispered before he began to tease your entrance with the tip. He wasn't undressed completely, as if he was just relieving stress after a long day at work. He was objectifying you.

You whimpered quietly as your arousal began to show with the way he rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds, but he didn't appreciate the sound at all. He gripped your thigh harshly as a warning, and you brought your arm up to your face to bite on the flesh. Today was his day; you'd go along with his requests this time.

Once the teasing verged on agony, he slowly inserted himself inside you with a low grunt. You bit on your forearm harshly to keep quiet.

"Perfect," he praised, "so compliant. Stay silent."

Your tightness swallowed him whole as he pushed deep into the hilt. He decided to edge himself, still nestled inside you, as he collapsed on top of you with his elbows propped up. You accidentally let out a low groan.

"Shut up." His quiet yet firm tone bordered on a growl which instilled some type of fear in you. You didn't want to upset him.

The sound of skin slapping rose in the room as he slowly thrusted into you at a steady pace. He slightly sped up as he sat up again, his hands greedily kneading your ass. He was freely moaning in stutters, his breath hitching every time you clenched down on him.

You were breathing heavily and he could hear your sharp inhales through your nose. Your struggle to stay silent amused him as he smiled lopsidedly.

He decided to test your limits.

He suddenly pulled out of you before shoving your hip to the side. You were on your back as you kept your eyes on the ceiling. Sex dolls didn't make eye contact as far as you knew, but you couldn't hide the frown on your face at the missing stretch.

It was difficult to stick to the role however, when he yanked you up by your hair and forced your jaw open. He was hovering over you entirely on his knees with his length tapping against your face repeatedly. "Damn, this doll's mouth is so tiny," he smeared the tip along your parted lips, "I wonder if it'll fit."

You couldn't stay silent any longer as a gag was ripped out of your throat with his sudden intrusion.

"Quiet now," he sang before setting a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before he began grunting again. Your gag reflex wasn't cut out for a sex doll, and that translated to tears brimming in your eyes.

"Open wider." You held onto his thighs, now completely breaking character. You opened your mouth as wide as it would go, and he lightly slapped your cheek as a reward with a boyish grin.

You were choking on your breath at his rushed pace. Your breaths were merely short gasps.

"What's wrong? Doll can't breathe?" he mocked with a bit lip. You tried nodding your head, but he only tightened his grip on your hair. "You can last longer."

His groans grew louder as he chased his high even faster. With your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, you were a sight to behold, and that made him closer to his release. Eyes locked, his cum began spurting out inside your mouth in strings.

He didn't stop there, however. It all the more suffocating with his cum filling your mouth, so you tried your best to swallow it without moving your jaw.

"Ah, fuck," he moaned, "shit, don't swallow it." He removed his length from your warm cavern, mixing the dripping saliva on the corners of your mouth with his cum, smearing it all over your face. With a drawn out sigh of bliss, he collapsed on the mattress.

He was panting while you swirled your tongue around the blob of cum in your mouth. "Spit," he held out his palm. You let the bitter taste dribble down on his hand.

You gasped when he slapped it against your pussy, cupping your heat before rubbing it all over your folds. It mixed with your own arousal as he started pinching and flicking your clit.

Your head hit the comforter as you trapped his hand with your thighs, squirming around uselessly. After staying quiet for the entirety of the sex, you tried to hush your whines pathetically.

"Don't hold it in," he asserted as he rubbed your clit more ferociously. The wet squelches of his pleasuring and your moans filled the room. "You look so fucking pretty right now."

With your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and mouth on full display, you doubted his compliment but your body accepted it with flutters. Coupled with your low stamina, one particular pinch of his made you come undone.

A chain of curses left your mouth in moans, and he swallowed it all with pride. He slowed down his movements and pet your folds affectionately.

"Fuck, Jeongguk," you spasmed. Your legs twitched violently with his hand still on your heat.

"Feel good?"

"Too good," you rasped. Your throat was sore from his previous aggressive thrusts. He fucked your face without mercy, but at least you didn't upset him. You glanced down at your pussy to see it was coated in your juices and reminiscents of his cum.

He giggled. "What?" you asked.

"Nothing, it's just... I should probably make some tea. For your throat," he pointed at his neck.

You held onto yours with a pout, your body slowly coming down from its high. He noticed how hoarse you sounded as well. "Do I sound bad?"

"No, you sound amazing, but your parents..."

"You know, there's going to be a parents meeting soon," you grinned.

"Yes, darling, the teachers are informed about it first."

You rolled your eyes, "Don't use that teacher tone with me. You're going to meet my parents!" Your voice cracked midway from the volume and your damaged cords.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. "What an honor. Just don't talk until I get you some tea, hm?" He pecked your forehead before standing up to leave.

After he walked out, you thought aloud, "I wonder if they'll recognize him at our wedding."

You'd love to see it happen.