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𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 (M)

Warning; Explicit language & Smut & contains descriptive sexual references e.g fingering, dom!Jungkook, oral sex and teasing. ⚠︎

▹Word count: 18.7k One-shot

▹Pairing: University!au Jungkook x reader (Y/N)

▹Genre: angst, smut, romance & fluff

▹Song recommendations: Infatuated playlist

Inspired by a fic by: @exobtsmut link to her story: here

please check her story out!! it is amazing!! ♡

• I give full credits to her for the content & ideas used in this one-shot! 

A/N: *proceeds to dunk myself in holy water* I hope y’all are ready for some fuck boy Jungkook. I just want to also put out there that Jungkook is a little forceful in this scenario if this makes you uncomfortable. Please, just exit the story! But, as for everyone else, I hope you enjoy! 

Your eyes were wide open watching them frantically rush to their classes. Them, as in students. You held your breath as your eyes danced from person to person. Students hurriedly walk past you in all sort of directions, cascading around you. 

You sighed quietly to yourself as you checked your timetable for the tenth time that morning. “Criminology building 17.1.45… building 17.” You whisper to yourself as you try to mentally burn your timetable into your head. Your eyes squint as you read your schedule repeatedly.  "Period 1. Crime & Criminal Justice unit: Criminology; Lecture room 17.1.45 at 9.00am.“ You sigh with one last reluctant look of the small paper. Your eyes shift towards your wrist and you almost let out a gasp at reading the time display on your analogue watch.

8:47am.

"Fuck." You groaned folding the paper and hastily shoved it back into the front pocket of your denim jacket. You clear your throat and then proceeded on making your way around the University. Your anxious eyes scanning the spacious area for building 17. You stop dead in your tracks, pausing your search for a few seconds to reach back into your front pocket for your schedule once again.

“It would say 17 on the building, wouldn’t it? it would right?” You say more to yourself than anyone else. You pull the sheet of paper back up to your face falling deep in thought.

"You better not be late again today, Jeon.”

“Of course not Ms Park! What do you take me for?” He scoffs, face displaying some emotion. He’s acting like anything the professor said actually hurts him. When it couldn’t be further from the truth. He didn’t give a shit. He never did and never will.  

“I am being serious here, Jeon.”  She emphasises his name in distaste, her eyes glaring into his own. His face displaying disinterest as he scans each girl walking past him. Girls either giggle, wink or blush as they meet his lewd eyes. The professor clears her throat obnoxiously loudly, trying to get his attention back on her. Jungkook almost rolls his eyes but holds himself back as he sluggishly places his hands into the pockets of his black, ripped skinny jeans. 

“And so am I,” Jungkook replies casually, finally meeting her gaze. Ms Park scrunches her face in anger and ignores his snarky comment. She sighs, before strutting off. Her black red bottom stilettos clacking against the corridors of the University. Jungkook chuckles to himself as he watches her hips sway down the corridor. He rolls his eyes in annoyance. He yawns and stars turning to make his way to his morning lecture. “So, fucking annoying-"  

His eyes land on your figure. He pauses and watches you look down at something in your hands, before lifting your head to scan the area. He chuckles to himself in amusement. His eyes cannot help but shamelessly check you out. "Damn.” He whispers, a smirk plastered on his face before he makes the decision to slyly stride over to you. 

You were so focused on your timetable that you do not notice a boy halting to stand directly behind. His tall frame creating a shadow of you with his body towering over yours. He bends down slightly to read the sheet of paper in your hands. He cannot help but breathe in your sweet scent. 

“Oh, a Policing student.”

He says casually. You almost drop your schedule in shock his voice coming from the proximity behind you. The particularly attractive smooth voice echoed in your ears. The boy flinches when you turn around swiftly to face the stranger. You felt heat rush to your face as you stare in awe at the seriously handsome boy is standing in front of you. He stares back at you. Admiring your features, lips tugging into a small smirk.

“P-Pardon?”

The boy chuckles as he peers down at you in amusement. His perfectly shaped lips pulling into a beautiful grin before looking back up at you with a soft gaze. You shyly bite your bottom lip and you shuffle on the spot in nervousness.

You curse yourself in your head as you try to gather your emotions and calm yourself. The expression on his face is one of amusement and your face flushes in embarrassment. Watching anxiously as the attractive stranger step a little closer towards you. 

The boy covers his mouth with his hand, his perfectly shaped almond eyes crinkle up on the sides oh, so, adorable as he bites back a laugh. “Sorry did I scare you?” Your heart sways at the sound of his smooth voice. The boy creeping all sorts of scenarios in your head that you almost forget to reply. “uhh No! Um, actually I am kind of um lost.” You clumsily reply, forcing yourself to hold your uncertain gaze with his. 

His grin quickly falls into a smirk and you almost felt yourself fall into dismay, as he reaches his hand out towards you. You stare at the outstretched palm of his hand in front of you completely puzzled. You hear him chuckle which makes you even more confused and embarrassed. “Wha-” He smirks once again and reaches forward grasping onto your timetable. He gently takes it out of your hands to read it himself. “Sorry, please let me take a quick good look at this.”

Your face flushes in embarrassment and you nod in haste, before motioning him to read it. He smiles as his dark eyes leave yours temporarily to scan your schedule.

You take this opportunity to admire his features. He was tall, you were guessing about 178cm tall. He was fit and built to perfection. His hair swept to the side and was exposing his beautiful forehead. He wore street casual style and you didn’t miss the earrings on his ears or the beauty spot under his lip or the slight scar across one of his cheeks. “He is so out of my league.” Your eyes glaze over in admiration, as you felt your heart race as he finally meets your eyes again with an amused expression painted on his face. 

“I know where this building is. I’ll take you there ____. Since we’re going the same way anyways.” His velvety smooth voice rings deliciously in your ears as you nod eager for help, especially from this attractive stranger. You try to relax your already pounding heart as the sound of him saying your name sounds better than it should, you stop mid-nod as you want nothing more than to take him up on his offer.

“If it’s okay with you. Thanks." He watches you closely and you do not miss the way his eyes scan down your body from your hair to your toes. He smiles genuinely at you as he steps forward swiftly and ruffles your hair affectionately. You look up at his gorgeous face in front of you and felt adrenaline shoot through your veins. 

“Of course, ____. I have class now too so just follow me. We are actually in the same lecture this morning”. You wanted to hold your breath the entire walk to the lecture but the need for oxygen, the necessity of air, ruined that thought. You wanted to die of embarrassment at the loudness of your breathing. What’s wrong with you?  You could practically feel the smugness in his voice as he spoke to you and you never once took your gaze off his broad back. He seemed popular, as you observed him on your way to the lecture in dead silence, not trusting your voice. 

He knew a lot of people or did they know him? You had no idea but the one thing you did know was that you felt uncomfortable at the envious stares being pointed your way, as thirsty women glare on the sidelines. It is almost like people make a path for him. Women squeal when being in his presence and boys are glaring in jealousy. You only hum or nod when answering his questions and almost faint at how beautiful he looks as he turns back at you every now and then to smile at you or wait for your response to his questions. He seems to notice your nervousness so he starts to make jokes to ease your tension. You do not miss the cocky aura that followed him though. 

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rule of thirst (m.)

pairing yoongi/reader

warnings a lil bitty angst | vampires having gross sex with humans | mentions of blood without any actual bloodshed | hormones | biting | uhh showerhead play | ass-bruising but not in the way you’re expecting | bloodsucking | romance

summary vampires were just folklore until yoongi became one. now he’s got only two emotions: you and hunger. and tonight, you let him feed off you.

word count 12k

author’s note a last-minute idea to revamp (pun intended) this mediocre sex scene i wrote last year just in time for the spooky holidays. this was supposed to be a series but i lost steam. happy halloween!

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↠ Black Waters (m.)

Black Waters.

•pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader → Werewolf!AU

• genre/warnings: slight horror, smut (oral, clit spanking, neck biting, marking, hair pulling, choking, verbal humiliation, etc)

•words: 4.0k

↳A/N: this isn’t one of my best works since I’ve had major writers block and had to force myself to write it, but I hope it can suffice and provide and explanation for my absence. Also not proofread since it’s 6 am in Korea rn lmao

The leaves rustled above, sky painted colors of deep amber and dandelion as it bled into warm blends of indigo and onyx; decorated with splatters of pale yellow and white as the moon rose to its highest point in the sky. The sound of wet, soppy leaves turning to mush and sinking into the thick, goopy mud beneath your feet danced in the quiet woodland—the snapping of twigs and rustling of bushes sounded in the night air as the tiny mammals that resided scurried away with each sloppy step you took.

It was quiet, thick stillness of the clear night air hanging heavily and the dim light provided by the paleness of the moon and twinkle of the splattered stars about in which hung high above the trees and foreground only lit up so much of the path ahead of you—your steps uncalculated and unsure as you ran deeper into the dark forest.

You couldn’t remember how the first few steps in the stygian, ominous forest clearing had turned into many and your lungs burned with each staggering intake of breath you took of the cold, winter night air; your pace faltering only slightly as you lost your footing on one of the many thick tree roots that dug deep into the wet ground before you quickly recovered your momentum—the image of the gaudy and murderous vermillion tinted eyes and bared teeth dripping with saliva reminded you of the sole purpose perspiration and rain water soddened your clothing and you ran as if your life depended on it because, well, it did. 

As quickly as you recovered, the tears that clouded your vision proved themselves inefficacious towards the screaming voice in your head that pleaded for your sore and jaded muscles to “Run! Run!” as the laces of your shoes came undone and got snagged on one of the many godforsaken twigs that lined the forest floor. A bloodcurdling scream ripped from your raw throat as you tumbled down the rugged and wet hillock, rocks and branches scratching at your exposed flesh and painting lines of brown, black, red and mixtures of everything in between. 

Your chested heaved laboriously as you felt your body grow limp at the foot of the hill, fear pumped through your veins so hard you swore you could taste it on the tip of your tongue; adrenaline and pure willpower overtaking your senses completely as you tried to stop the world from spinning around you. Your hair fell in front of your eyes, drenched from the mud and rainwater that stuck to it; blood seeped from a cut on your cheek as it mingled with the free-falling tears and tainted the liquid a faded pink color. You could taste the pungent mixture of saltiness and iron as it ran past your lips and settled on your tongue. 

A deep and imperil growl made your blood grow cold from fright and your body go rigid, the sound of heavy steps crunching fallen leaves made your eyes slowly drift to the sight of large, muddied dark paws no farther than a few inches away from your face. Wrecked sobs fell out of your mouth as you felt drips of drool land on your face and hair—bared canines came in your peripheral, bright crimson eyes felt as if you were looking straight into the eyes of the devil himself and it’s hot breaths fanning your face. You tried desperately to crawl away from the darkened beast, though choked out sobs and hitching breaths were the only thing you could muster as you pleaded, prayed, and begged to a god that you knew didn’t exist. 

“P-please.” You wretched out as if it could understand your beseeches; blood, sweat, and tears mixing together underneath the pelting rain droplets and entering your mouth through quivering lips. “Please don’t kill me.” 

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;little monster (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader | feat. kim namjoon genre/warnings— smut, voyeurism sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes words— 8,844

:: summary— you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…

note— based on a request.

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Faster II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut. Period. 

word count: 9.8

I just wanted to get this out of my head.

You forgot him, but Jeon didn’t forget you.

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just friends || (M)

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically

A/N: this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello. Original photo of kookie edited by @420baka :-)

CHAPTERS: haha Tumblr sucks ass and ruined links so to read the other chapters please go to my masterlist!

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PART ONE

The opening and closing of Jungkook and your’s apartment door barely registered in your mind; you knew Jungkook was bound to come home sometime this hour so you didn’t bother checking if it was him or not.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.

You huffed and put down the magazine that until now had held all your attention. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.

“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your rude roommate.

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