Remote Learning (m)

remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok drabbles; 01

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i. legend of the lamp (m) – jjk

➺ pairing: genie!jungkook x female reader

➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; fantasy au; magic au; strangers to lovers

➺ warning/content tags:18+; explicit sexual content: female masturbation (solo shower time activities, pro anal enthusiast y/n she wants it SOO bad but is very deep in denial); underwater sexual activities plz do not attempt at home you might drown (kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, boob kink jeon makes his debut, he likes to bite and make it hurt but he also likes to kiss it better); sex in public (jungkook is an exhibitionist freak, y/n and jungkook give the ‘mile high’ club a new meaning, very mild food play, mean cocky jungkook shows up as expected, jjk’s dirty talk is UNMATCHED, gross nasty jeon with the spit/licking kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, the slightest bit of breath play/choking kink, impregnation kink is mentioned, possessive attention whore jungkook); sloppy cunnilingus with too much teeth tbh, finger fucking, there’s almost fisting but they both wimped out— there’s always next time tho ;), forced orgasms, big dick hung like a fucking stallion jeon jungkook, unprotected sex but its fine cuz koo is a genie with fetus deletus powers, spanking, soft dom jk who degrades y/n like a CHAMP if it were a contest he would be winning a gold medal for it, jungkook likes to punish y/n until she can’t even think straight, standing up sex courtesy of strength demon jeon, praise thirsty competitive af constantly wanting validation jungkook, they both have a size kink let’s be real, reader has a strength kink throughout this entire fic she just wants to be manhandled and thrown around like she’s jungkook’s pretty sex doll, soft passionate sex, creampie, lovely aftercare from our cleaning fairy koo

➺ word count: 23k semi-edited but im too tired to actually do it properly :(

➺ summary: Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. 

➺ author’s note: Sorry for disappearing after announcing a fic, I had a health scare which kind of had the domino effect of making me have a really shitty three weeks regarding my education and future and pulling me into a depressive episode (which yea turns out can be firmly blamed on the medication I’ve been taking because its a possible side effect). It’s been a mess and a half but, I’m here, the fic’s here (or half of it anyways). I hope you all enjoy it and leave some love 💕 Also, if I had known that all of that shit would’ve happened, I would’ve posted part one a lot longer ago, since you all know I had finished writing it a while back. I just kept holding out hope that I would be able to finish the entire fic in time but life got in the way of that. I hope that y’all don’t hold that against me too much! Part two will drop after Jimin’s birthday fic drop so I don’t fuck up that deadline as well! I’m under a lot of pressure as one of the hosts of his birthday collaboration. Please, please, please leave feedback for this story. Since it’s a two shot, your feedback is absolutely critical in helping my self-esteem about the direction of the story and flowing my creative juices for writing part two! 

This fic is a part of Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade! Banner made by @kimtaehyunq​. Beta-read by @jimilter​ (miss girl helped out with the content warnings too we love her!), @ressjeon​, and @amourtae​ the lovely angels❣️

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synopsis. you and rival!wonwoo are in an arranged marriage that's just for show. The sexual tension between the both of you usually goes by unsaid, until wonwoo can't take it anymore.

genre. smut, rivals2lovers!au, arranged marriage!au

word count. 2.9k

warnings. exhibitionism, dom!wonwoo, fingering, make-out scene, blowjob, deepthroating, wall sex, doggy style

author's note. my first fic on svt tumblr,, minors please do not interact! I just feel like wonwoo fits the dark academia vibe so well and he's so hot in a suit kendk. I hope you like this piece, feedback is appreciated!!

“You’re here,” Wonwoo chimes in suddenly, catching your immediate attention. You pivot around on your heel, the heavy, azure ball gown adorning your body drifting along delicately.

“I am. And unfortunately, you are too,” you retort as your eyes meet Wonwoo’s dilated ones.

“Darling, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. It wouldn’t hurt to be a little polite,” he whispers while moving towards you, almost cautiously as if testing the waters. But in his deep, drowning ebony eyes, you see eagerness. They’re exactly like before- the black ever so dull and monotonous yet alluring. A darkness easy to get lost in.

But the dark is filled with dangerous demons.

He offers you his hand, which you hesitantly take to avoid any suspicion. As he leads you to the dance floor, he leans in dangerously close and speaks in a hushed tone tauntingly, making the hairs on your neck rise as a tingling sensation jolts about in your body.

“It has, and I must say you look especially hideous this evening.” You stare into his eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. What a liar.

“Well, only the worst for you, dear.” He returns your gaze, it's almost affectionate but you knew better than to trust anything Wonwoo does.

“I suppose you must think of me often then.” He scoffs before a brisk, dry laugh exits his lips as he tightens his grip on your waist, giving you an impassioned glare which for some reason causes your heart to race.

“You have no idea.” He whispers, his deep voice in stark contrast to the soft, high pitched piece playing in the hall.

God, was he always this charming? You shift your focus, posture slightly wavering as you move your head down to hide your now warm cheeks.

"Focus Wonwoo, you can’t even dance properly." Another lie.

"Oh, can't I?" He tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you closer, enough to touch your nose with his. "You should've told me you wanted to put on a show."

"You don't have to be so rough," you whispered. The music swelled and felt as if it could deafen you. Your face was cross and your eyebrows were knitted together, the desire to punch him square on the face growing for every step. "Your hand is supposed to stay on my waist."

"Sorry."

"No you're not."

He laughed through his gritted teeth, eyes staring straight into yours. "But can you keep up with those adorable little dancing shoes?"

"Try me."

You could feel the vibrations of the orchestra's music swimming in the air, attaching strings of gold onto your wrists and carrying you through the ballroom like a graceful marionette. The other dancers began to clear, far too mesmerized by your synchronised movements to focus on their own. The crowd formed a circle and allowed you to take over.

He was light on his feet. You'll give him that.

"You could at least try to pretend to resent this," he chuckled. "Careful now. Don't stare too deep into my eyes, otherwise you might fall in love."

"You wish."

"You're right." He spun you around and had you tripping on your toes. He swiftly caught you in his arms before you could fall to the ground. "I wish ."

“Now, why don’t you smile for the press, love?” he smirked, nodding towards the audience around the dance floor.

You slightly turned your head to look at them. ladies behind their fans, all dolled up for the banquet, whispering about the pair. The gentlemen eyeing you, wine glasses in hand whilst muttering to their partners.

Wonwoo gently gripped the edge of your chin, finger pushing your jawline back to face him. You glared, the air conditioned hall seemingly warm all of a sudden.

“Smile.” He breathes, the warmth of his breath hits your lips.

“You don’t deserve a smile.” The corners of his lips lift in amusement as he brings you back up on your feet. You could feel the flex of his biceps through the material of his suit.

One step and a twirl later, you smiled. Wonwoo was writhing in pain, cursing under his breath after he felt your heel dig into his forefoot, toes in excruciating pain.

“Why don’t you smile for the press, love?” she mocked back, fingers tracing his jawline to imitate his former action.

“You little brat,” he spat quietly.

“That's not very nice.” You frown mischievously as the music comes to an end. The crowd claps as Wonwoo takes a respectful short bow before grabbing you by your wrist and leading you to a nearby hallway.

"What the fuck was that?" Wonwoo seeths, jaw clenching as he eyes you, "why can't you just follow the plan and stop being a brat for once."

"I did, the plan was to dance together, you brought the last part upon yourself." You defend yourself, arms crossed as you gaze at him. His tongue ever so often darting out and swiping on his lips as he pushes his hair back in frustration, letting out a deep sigh.

He walks closer to you, body towering over as he brings his face so close that you could see the individual flecks of gold in his eyes, winking under the light. His brows were arched and elegant, his nose sharp and you felt the urge to trace over his features with your finger.

"Is that so?" His deep voice once again fills your ears. You flinch as his lips come in contact with your ear, skin seemingly burning at his touch.

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as your legs began to feel weak. Wonwoo's voice itself made you melt and it didn't help that he was so close to you. "Well then, I guess you brought this upon yourself."

Wonwoo pressed his lips just behind your ear, rubbing a path down your neck to the curve of your shoulder. You moaned soft and low as he moved his palm across your waist, sliding down your side slowly, tracing circles along your hip as he opened his mouth and lapped at the bare skin revealed by the cut out on your shoulder.

“You-” You gasp out, and he thinks quietly that he’s never heard a sound so pretty. His mouth traces a path from the corner of his lips to the corner of your jaw, tightening his hold on your waist, breath coming out in bursts of steam. “God, you-” you break off again, neck tipping back. His hand automatically shoots up to cradle your head. “Wonwoo,” you whisper.

"Open your eyes and look at me," he demands roughly before biting down.

Your fingers moved to curl around the back of his thighs as you held onto him for support. He felt you tremble against him and it sent even more blood pulsing down to his cock. He spread his palm across your abdomen and waited for your shivers to subside.

"You like it? You like how I'm going to embarrass you like you just did to me? This whole night was just a plan to get me to fuck you, wasn't it, darling?"

You jerked against him as you listened to his words, getting more turned on at the very thought of him fucking you. You arched your back, grinding against his dick. His chin dropped and he growled between his teeth as he rocked forward, grinding with you. Wonwoo usually had good self control but with you, he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

“Answer me.”

“Oh, god…oh, fuck…yes!” you moaned, your blunt nails digging into Wonwoo's skin hard enough to feel through his pants, hard enough to mark him. And that was when he lost it.

He pulled your head back, fisting your hair as he angled you and crushed his lips to yours. Your moans vibrate against his mouth, obliterating any thread of resistance he’d stubbornly held on to. His cupped your cheek and his lips parted against yours. You held on to his hips, steadying yourself as you opened for him, panting as he stroked his tongue into your mouth deliberately. He pushed forward, tightening his hold in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. You opened wider, twining your tongue around his, sucking his tongue as he fucked your mouth before drawing you back into his.

He pulled back slightly before his lips were immediately back on yours, kissing you so hard he was sure your gloss was long gone and their lips were fucking bruised. You grabbed onto his hair, yanking the short strands as Wonwoo slid his hips against your stomach, rutting against you desperately. God, he’d never tasted anything like you. He was in serious trouble here, if your mouth was this tempting, your pussy was gonna fucking destroy him.

“God, ” He trailed off on a moan as your teeth sunk into the skin under his chin. Wonwoo tilted your face back up and pulled your mouth back to his. Your lips were pouty, so damn soft beneath his and the purr rolling from your throat as your nails carded his scalp blasted a shock of heat through his cock.

He plunged his tongue back into your mouth and you took him, took every stroke deeply, gave back so fucking sinfully, his brain went hazy. “Such a good girl now, aren't you,” he breathed into your mouth, palming his hand down her chest.

You slid shaky hands down his neck, your fingers fumbled, loosening his tie before undoing the buttons of his shirt to lick at the hollow of his throat. “Oh…god…more…I need more.” you muttered.

Wonwoo pushed his hand down lower and put his foot between your heels, easing your feet apart. He stroked a path down your stomach, towards the hem of your dress. When he finally slid into the heat between your legs, your hips pushed forward as you threw your head back, pressing his hand onto the wall, a moan escaping your parted lips.

Wonwoo nudged your other foot, vaguely aware of the background noise, and pushed his hand deeper, taking the edge of your underwear and slid the satin between two fingers. Back and forth.

“Yessss.” you hissed, eyes wild through the slits of white silk. Wonwoo couldn’t look away. He stared down into your eyes, watched you as you coated his fingers through the material. You pushed harder against his hand and he eased back.

She bit down on her lip in frustration. “Wonwoo… Wonwoo, ”

“Yeah?” He asked huskily, gliding his fingers over your pussy, stroking one side, then the other, still refusing you skin on skin.

“Oh, my god.”

“Tell me what you need, Y/N… I want to hear you say it.” He smirked at the sight of your messed up state when he had barely even touched you.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” He said wickedly, increasing the pressure.

“God…I me… mean.”

“Say it.”

Your nails dug into his biceps and your throat convulsed as you closed your eyes and swallowed. “Spread me open…fuck me…finger…fuck me…please.” You whimpered.

Wonwoo chuckled and complied, roughly shoving two fingers into you. You gasped, the wet, squelching sounds your core made so incredibly dirty and arousing. He crooked his fingers a bit and you yelped before rocking your hips against him.

"So wet for me, darling, what would people say when they pass by and see you in this state?" You moaned as he whispered into your ear.

"More… more," you begged, eyes rolling back and mouth agape.

"What's the magic word?" He groaned as he felt his pants tighten. You looked like the picture of lust with your head thrown back, eyes closed, legs spread wide, dress hiked up, glistening swollen cunt on display with his fingers sinking into you again and again.

"Wonwoo, please… ah!"

He inserts an extra finger as he brings his thumb to your clit, simultaneously rubbing and pumping.

You came almost at once, fingers gripping on his thighs as you savoured the bliss. You look at him through hooded eyes as he licks his fingers clean.

"You haven't…" you trailed off, looking pointedly at the big bulge in his pants.

"Eager to help, darling?" He cocked his eyebrows up. "Open up."

His cock springs out, slapping your face, it was already rigid, and thick enough to give you a pause.

With just the slightest hesitation, your tongue snaked out to touch him, your eyes closing on their own at the contact. Your own sex throbbed at his taste, and you could hardly wait to lick your way up to the head of his cock.

With a breath, you slid your tongue around and down his erection, not stopping until you had licked him all over.

Fingers tangled in your hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, as Wonwoo brought your face closer to his groin. You were barely able to hide your gasp, and you felt your underwear grow sticky between your legs again. He used his grip on your hair to pull you closer, sliding his cock into your open mouth, and held you there.

Without wasting any more time, you began sucking hungrily, unable to help the soft, desperate noises escaping your throat. He groaned, letting you use your mouth on him. You looked up through your lashes to see him watching you, face impassive, and you moaned around him softly.

Your lips wrapped around his dick, you bobbed your head as you sucked, your tongue snaking down his length. Wonwoo's hips jerked forward, the motion shoving his cock further. His fingers were still tangled in your hair, holding your head still as he began fucking your mouth, and your breath came in short puffs as you tried to keep up.

Eventually you simply let him control the rhythm, coming to enjoy the way the head of his cock pushed against your throat, knowing that with one hard thrust you'd be choking on it.

You kept your eyes up, staring into his own, letting him dominate you in every way you could. Your jaw was growing sore and you started to tear up. As his cock slid in and out of your mouth, you tasted the precum leaking from his tip, and couldn't help let out a moan at the slightly bitter tang of it. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you began to look for signs that Wonwoo was nearing completion. You were longing to see him lose control. You were so ready to swallow him down, to satisfy him with your mouth.

Just when you expected him to finish, he pulled you away with a rough groan, lifting you from your feet and turning you around. He easily tore through the fabric of your underwear, exposing your pussy, already so wet for him again. "Never knew you were this eager, darling."

You ached with need for the split second it took him to push his cock into you, not bothering to take it slow and let you get adjusted to him.

Your cunt throbbed at the intrusion, more from pleasure than the roughness of the act. He set a punishing pace, and soon you ached for a different reason, having the need to come in an alarmingly short time. His cock stretched you with each stroke, causing a sweet sting as he moved inside you, and as his thrusts pounded at your g-spot, you got closer to coming, "Gosh, Wonwoo… I need to cum," you gasped, begging him.

Wonwoo’s grip on your hip was hard enough that you could almost feel the bruises forming into fingerprints. You were so focused on him fucking you that it came as a surprise when his fingers pressed against your clit. He bit into your shoulder hard, causing you to cry out and jerk in his grasp. Wonwoo grasped your hip as he drove himself harder into you.

"Won… Wonwoo ah, Wonwoo," you babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks as a hard smack landed on your ass.

"Shh, be a good girl and shut up. Your daddy's making a speech in the hall, wouldn't want to take away his spotlight now, would you?" Wonwoo groans as his hips drive deeper against you. His cock filled your cunt so completely, his thrusts timing perfectly with your own need.

He leaned his head to your ear so you could hear him better as he commanded,"come for me, darling." With a breathless moan, you did, your body seeming to transcend existence into pure ecstasy; your pussy clenching around him as he came deep inside you.

It was several moments before you could pull yourself back together, wobbling around as you grabbed onto Wonwoo for support. He had already withdrawn, leaving you exposed with his seed spilling down the inside of your thigh.

"Look at you darling, one round and you can barely do anything anymore." he scoffs amusingly, fingers gently brushing your hair back.

"Next event, you better behave like a good girl or I won't let you come." Wonwoo grabs your chin, tilting your head up before licking a string of saliva from your lips. His mouth playing a smirk as he lightly slaps your face twice, allowing you to return to reality just as your father announced your name.

"Good luck, darling. Hope you don't fall."

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100 km/hour | pjm. (m)

banner by the lovely amelia @knjsnoona

➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

↳  part of the jimin spooktober collab!

➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader

➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 7k

➵ warnings : swearing, vaping, sexual tension, dirty talk, pussy fondling, marking, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), riding, car sex, mutual orgasm, creampie

➵ a/n : here’s my jimin halloween fic that i know is oh-so late but at least it’s here! don’t think this is my best work at all but I did want to write something for out precious it-boys birth month 🥺 thank you so much to my lovely beta naia @opaljm​​ for editing this like a champ!! as always, your feedback means the world to me <3

Lipstick? Check. 

Phone? Check.

Five shots of vodka in? Check. 

Sitting in Park Jimin’s lap. What the fuck?

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pairing: kim mingyu | reader genre: best friends to lovers au / fluff, smut warnings: alcohol mention (& some under-age drinking), drunk-ish sex (?) word count: 15,643 description: There’s a long stretch of history between you and your best friend, Kim Mingyu. From your first and last time as lovers to the friendship that has remained intact all throughout, but etched within the seams is the very thread that has always kept you two bonded—it’s nothing short of two hearts that beat as one with an unspoken love.

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight​ for this MOODBOARD WOO!

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy / Dragon / Enemies to Lovers

Synopsis:  The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook.

Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, big cock, dirty talk, hair pulling (her to him)…. tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword

TW: somewhat graphic depiction of a shoulder injury  

Word Count: 36,079

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