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DESSERT (cinnamon roll) || JJK

pairing: famouschef!jungkook x waiter!reader

genre: filthy smut, ‘office’ romance, probably inaccurate fame growth

word count: 5.4k

summary: you always did want to know what jungkook tasted like. 

warnings: food-play, overuse of pet names, restaurantowner!jk, foodfranchiseowner!jk, age gap, spanking, orgasm denials, overstimulation, mean dom!jk, unprotected sex, creampie, cum-eating for like one second???, jungkook is one mean sadistic bitch. 

author’s note; jungkook is a mean dom but he kinda sounds like a sub sometimes [probably bc sub, whiny koo makes me scream]. there’s also an age gap, [you’re 20 and he’s 31 but idc i love it 😡😡😡😡]. he also calls her sweetheart too much 🤡. but the ending is for you to decide because it could be too much for some people! 

you sigh, running both your hands through your hair, “god, i can’t believe i had to see that thing again—” the kitchen’s back doors swing open, cutting off your short cursing of the snobby ex best-friend (that snatched your boyfriend) you had to serve. 

with your hands still tugging on your hair, your head whirls toward the double doors and your hands almost immediately respectively drop to your sides as you bow, fingers stuttering for a moment in shock.  

you’re met face to face with the owner of the restaurant, mr jeon. he’s standing in his black turtleneck, slacks and to top it off, a long black overcoat. the young man’s insanely handsome with a wealth you could only dream of, being in college and all. you’ve only been working there for a few months but you’ve gotten closer to him, much closer than the other workers in the five-star restaurant. 

but you still fail to get over the submissiveness that hits you hard whenever he gives you his usual cold stare whenever he visits the restaurant to see how it’s going.

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Show Me | pjm (m)

Summary - Jimin shows you how good he can make you feel.

Word Count - 2146

Pairing -  Jimin x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - penetrative sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, dirty talk, dom jimin

a/n -  another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

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Mister and Mister Kim

Synopsis:

The agreement was meant to be temporary. You and Jimin would would submit yourselves - body and mind under the guardianship of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook as they explored different fantasies.

And sure, it wasn’t an ideal situation, but if it would keep you two off the streets then it would be worth it. What you didn’t realize however, was that you had just entered a dangerous game full of even darker secrets surrounding the people who called themselves your “Daddies.”

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Smut, Age-Play, Slow-burn Yandere, ???

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jimin x (f) Reader, Taekook, Taekook x Jimin and Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: uhh for right now: Romanticized and unrealistically perfect marriages, (as usual cuz I can and because I’m a sad, lonely, hopeless romantic) Mentions of mature subject matter, Future Consensual Age-Play and smut, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Collaring, References to anxiety,

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.7K

I suppose this is just a potential fic for after I finish “Baby” (because this concept is admittedly pretty fun to play around with). But of course, if the content/ warnings make you uncomfortable please do avoid reading.

Because the following is a work of fiction - ALL ships and its contents are made purely for entertainment purposes. Therefore, it should not be taken seriously.

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the ghost of you ; myg

pairing; human!yoongi x ghost!reader

genre; angst , supernatural au , lovers au , ghost au

tw; description of death and accidents, death mentioned throughout, heavy descriptions of grief and loss.

wc; 2.96k

playlist; too much to ask - niall horan

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Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five. And counting. His shoulder must’ve ached by now - there’s no way it couldn’t have done. Why was nobody helping him? Nevermind. If I knew Yoongi, I knew he wouldn’t want to give anybody else the hassle. It hadn’t been that long. Such a prominent trait of his wouldn’t have withered away so soon.

He’d hardly ever ask me for a favour when I was alive. Now that I’m dead, isolation was his only company.

I watched from the balcony landing on the upper floor of his new apartment. Slowly, it had begun to dawn on me that I was nothing more than a phantom - an unfamiliar spirit that haunted his hallways. I wasn’t expecting to leave Yoongi as soon as I did; the guilt hadn’t quite drained from my blood. On the first night, I sat opposite him in the dimly lit living room. A single whisky glass, still coated with the third refill of the night, hugged the black coaster on the coffee table. The phone screen glowed with condolence and devastation, and his cheeks glowed with the numbing sting of grief and alcohol. There was a pizza box too. It still steamed with the anticipation of being eaten - I’m not sure whether he ever did or not.

I sobbed with him. Uncontrollable, I was. He was. He couldn’t hear me - nobody could. It was for the better, I could wallow in my own grief without being disturbed. But I could hear him. God, could I hear him.

“Why her? Why me? It should’ve been me. I need her.”

Vulnerability was far from Yoongi’s regular state. Seldom did I see him so emotionally honest. I’ve had time to reflect. Actually, all I’ve done is reflect - there isn’t much else for me to do. Watching him cry out into the echoes of a now apartment for one reminded me of the times where my echoes were met by his soothing presence; supportive and caring words which may have only been so effective since Yoongi was the one delivering them.

I wondered if he knew I was here. Who am I kidding? Yoongi doesn’t believe in ghosts. Spirits, phantoms - none of it. Why would I be here? Why would I want to stay with him? “Heaven is a better place for her, she belongs in a better place,” is what he reminded himself, verbally, leaning against the bathroom counter. He couldn’t even look himself in the eyes.

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook…like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

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exile (ksj)

Summary- When Seokjin sees you with your new boyfriend, all he wants is to get you back. Based on the song exile by Taylor Swift.

So step right out, there’s no amount of crying that I can do for you.

word count- 2.8k

pairing- ex!Seokjin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

rating- PG-13

genre- angst, breakup au, exes au

warnings- none

a.n- so I was listening to exile in the forest and somehow, somewhere it turned into this short fic. enjoy the angst! :) 

special s/o to @oftenderweapons for beta reading this and screaming at me and with me for seokjins petty ass. love that about us lol Also, @kithtaehyung​ for encouraging me every time I write Seokjin.

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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Kim Seokjin wasn’t one to fall in love. He never thought he would feel something that was reserved for cheesy rom coms in his life. The thought that someone could invade his life and he’d let them was jarring — uncomfortable. He enjoyed his space, the fact that his apartment was something that he had created himself from scratch, his hard work manifesting as possessions that reflected him. From the leather couch he had dropped a pretty penny on to the marble coffee table he had his eye on since he was just an undergraduate student. Everything was perfect.

He hadn’t even noticed when you had invaded his home, how you had first left a purple toothbrush next to his black one, and then your clothes in his closet, and then bought colourful throw pillows that accented his bachelor pad. Every inch of his apartment had been touched by you, and he had failed to notice.

Until one day when every bit of you was gone. Without a trace. As if you hadn’t ever been there.

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