Baby, My Baby | 01

baby, my baby | 01

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au ◇ word count: 6.4 k ◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

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hot rod || (M)

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a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

pairing: greaser!hoseok x reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1950s au, smut, fluff

warnings: VIRGIN KINK, semi-public fingering, oral (f), brief handjob, unprotected sex, lots of banter

A/N: SMUT WRITTEN BY @httpjeon AKA THE LOML. Photo of hobi originally by twt user GUWOLJK! Thank you to @mortaljin @please-donts @yoongspeach @haroo–mar @ms-universe @usangie-tsukino @attaeboy and @heartweaver for allowing me to use their names!

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“Seriously, why the hell didn’t Joon drive?” Taehyung whined, pressing two fingers against his already swollen eye.

Hoseok let out a chuckle as he slid into his and his boys’ usual booth.

As per tradition, Fridays called for lunch at Rosie’s Diner.

An old woman by the name of Rosie Salinger was the owner of the joint; she had been running the diner since right about around the turn of the 20th century. Her age didn’t mean much it would seem, as she was as notoriously feisty — her tongue and mind as sharp as the red cat-like glasses she sported on the bridge of her nose.

Hoseok let his eyes flicker over to the annoyed blond.

Taehyung was typically the group’s designated driver, but seeing as he no longer had a car — a result of a drag race gone south — Jungkook had driven this time around. Problem was that Jungkook was what one might call an… inexperienced driver.

On the way over to Rosie’s a squirrel had paused in the middle of the road and with Jungkook being the anxious driver that he was his foot found the break pedal abruptly, sending Taehyung straight into the rearview mirror.

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—melomaniac. (m)

melomaniac ⟶ ❝ lover of music ❞

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: punk!jungkook / band au / friends-to-lovers + smut

⟶ words: 13,000

⟶ summary: you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

⟶ warnings: coarse language, extreme mutual pining but knowing it’s wrong, tattooed and long haired jungkook to feed my fantasies, angsty fluff / smut: needy clingy sex, slight body worship themes, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming-ish.

⟶ disclaimer: this was a revamp of two old fics I had posted on tumblr on another blog a while ago, so if it seems familiar at all to anyone then that is probably why. also, the song that jungkook sings in this i imagine to be ‘make it right’ (but the one featuring lauv).

Jungkook is late again.

By ten minutes to be exact, but you’re certain no one’s counting anymore except for maybe you. The thought, however, doesn’t come as a surprise when it’s a natural occurrence in his life and even counting the time as it ticks by is a useless endeavour that wastes yours. 

“Where is this idiot?” 

Yoongi says this from somewhere off to your left, seething with subdued irritation. He’s been tapping his foot impatiently from behind the stand of his keyboard from the very second the clock struck twelve and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up; but his usual trademark impatience seems to be rubbing off on everyone else standing about in the room. Although, you can’t quite tell if his peeved mood is really because Jungkook is late or because the storage facility the guys rent by the hour to practice altogether as a band is being used to just stand around purposelessly and listen to nothing but angry breathing. 

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dilf jk?? what about milf y/n & jk sees what she goes through since he's a dilf 😏

omg good idea!!

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There’s this teenager, a freshly graduated student, babysitting Chohee and Sang. Jungkook doesn’t know his name, but what he does know is this kid, this child, this adolescent is flirting with his wife. A full grown woman. And she’s getting all flustered over it too!

“I love your dress, ma’am,” God, Jungkook feels sick, look at this kid pretending to be all suave and macho. Fucking bullshit.

He pouts in the doorway as he waits for you to stop talking, little Sang babbling away in his arms. “Thank you, Taehyung,” you pat it down and smooth out the crinkles, “it’s new, came in the post today.”

When it comes to himself, Jungkook is oblivious, he can’t differentiate between flirting and friendliness, not until he accidentally said yes to this girls blowjob proposal and you had to drag him out the bar. But with you it’s different, he’s hawk-eyed.

“It looks amazing, so flattering,” you giggle and cover your mouth.

What the actual fuck. Why doesn’t he ever get that reaction from you. If he told you that, you’d kiss his nose and call him a cutie in the same voice you use for Sang.

Finally, you take Sang and place him down in the walker, bidding ‘Taehyung’ a goodbye.

“He’s such a sweet kid,” you coo, arm linked with Jungkook’s.

He glowers at nothing in particular as he stares at the ground, helping you into the car because he’s a gentleman.

Taking a seat in the passengers side, Jungkook is brooding, looking out the window like an angsty teenager.

“What’s with the pout, baby?”

“I’m not pouting,” Jungkook whines and speaks in literal pout, further making you coo and reach over to pinch his cheek.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“You are, I can tell when you are, idiot.”

“Well- well you always get jealous,” Jungkook crosses his arms and huffs.

“The last time we went out you said yes to a fucking blowjob, Jungkook, I think it was more embarrassing,” you snort in amusement and he just looks like an agitated bunny. “It’s not like I asked him to eat me out.”

“Eww, don’t say that, ____!” Jungkook gags and you simply smile as you listen to him complain.

bleeding for you | jjk

genre; angst, fluff

pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader

✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s a alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.

word count; 3,367

based on a request by anon; It’s a Jungkook au, where he’s a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he’d slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.

warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew

a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!

ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe

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all over you (1) | jjk

summary — you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you. 

genre — smut (enemies2lovers!au, gamer!jk, fuckgirl!reader)

word count — 9k

warnings — body praise, finger sucking, nipple play, light choking, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), fingering in the library, swearing

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Jungkook catches your eye as you pass through the library. His features haven’t gone unknown to you — short dark hair, deep eyes, jaw carved by gods good chisel, a body to die for. Not to mention, he’s always top of his class and still manages to find the time to run a campus gaming club. He’s literally everything. 

You’re only here to return a textbook, but you’re way too captivated by his presence to complete the task. This happens almost every time you see him. These scenarios usually begin with you handing him a compliment and ends with him telling you to go away. Alright. Maybe you had an embarrassing run-in with him at a party that left him despising you, but that’s not going to stop you from striking up friendly conversation. You’re more than mutuals. You’ve been at the same college for the past two years and your fathers are work colleagues and regularly drink together. Let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“Hi, handsome.” You pull up a seat opposite him and give his outfit a once-over — jeans and a black sweater. Take me now. He used to wear thin, black rimmed glasses, but has recently opted for contacts. You’re starting to miss stealing and trying them on. “What you doin’?”

When he looks up at you with a dull expression, you can’t help but catch your bottom lip between your teeth. The faint taste of your strawberry lipgloss pools on your tongue. He’s so fucking hot. 

“Y/N, I’m busy.” He says lowly as to not disturb other studying students. “Can you go and annoy someone else?“

“My gosh.” You take one of his pens and twirl it between your fingers. “You’re always so rude to me. I wonder why.” 

“You know why.” He reaches for his pen, but you pull it away from his touch. A smile tugs at your glossy lips. If he wants to play hard to get, that’s fine, but you’re certain he’ll be captivated by you soon enough.

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