PAIRING Jungkook X Reader

⌜ PAIRING ⌟ jungkook x reader

⌜ GENRE ⌟ smut

⌜ WORD COUNT ⌟ 5,862

⌜ WARNINGS ⌟  sensory deprivation, edging, degradation kink, praise kink, rough oral (m receiving), ass play

⌜ NOTES ⌟  thank you so much to my love, @guksheart for being such an indescribably sweet addition to my life and looking this over for me. i don’t deserve someone even half as amazing as you 💞

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キティのピンクバーガープレート

oh my gosh??? I can’t take my eyes off him

feels like summer (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst

summary: You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?

warnings:  alcohol mention, drinking, explicit sexual content; voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, dom/sub-themes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex (m/f receiving), throat fucking, cum play, grinding, gagging, oc has a muscle kink, jungkook’s character doing a whole 180 halfway through the plot

word count: 16.6k

A/N: This was originally written for the BSC Drabble Exchange and obviously I’m two months late…but also….this spiraled out of drabble territory so fast. But to the person who originally requested this, I hope you see it and enjoy it! Please don’t forget to send in some feedback, and I apologise for any mistakes!

“You’re drooling a little there,” Yoongi mumbles, nudging your arm.

“Will you shut up,” you glare, trying to focus on the article you’re supposed to be reviewing but it’s difficult. How can you focus on Market Upheavals when Jeon Jungkook is doing pull-ups in his backyard.

You don’t know how it happened but when you came back home from college one fine day, Jungkook had just changed. He wasn’t just the kid who stuck to your brother like a second skin, following him around like a lost puppy anymore. He had grown up. A little too much, you think to yourself when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat that had collected on his forehead. You think you’re mistaken, but you catch him looking right where you’re sitting, and when he does, you have to hold back the jolt of shivers that threaten to go down your spine.

“Hey, hyung,” he calls, waving his hand to Yoongi before making his way over the short fence. “I wanted to ask if I could go over some of my compositions with you later.”

“Yeah, stop by sometime before 8, my shift starts at 11,” Yoongi responds without looking up from his phone. Jungkook lets out a non-committal hum in acknowledgment before he leans over to you, invading your personal space so all you can see is his sweaty torso. Your eyes budge at the way his muscles flex and follow the way a drop of sweat trails down the side of his jaw, down to his neck. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin, his eyes noting your reactions and you swear you see a corner of his lips twitch. “Noona,” he says, voice lower than normal. Your eyes jolt to meet his own, mouth suddenly very dry.

“You’re sitting on my towel,” he points towards the offending cloth placed snugly between the dock chair and your thighs.

“Oh,” you let out, voice uncharacteristically weak but you comply nonetheless, moving so he can slide it out from under you. He grazes the skin of your thigh lightly, and you know he’s doing it on purpose. You don’t know when he got so bold, last time you were home he’d barely even look at you for more than a minute before he was reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess.

But that was two summers ago and the scrawny, awkward boy you used to know is no longer there.

Afficher davantage

more than us (m) | kth

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | taehyung x reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11.3k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | college au. roommate au. fluff. smut.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 |  explicit language and sexual content. unprotected sex (pls use condoms), oral sex (f receiving), light choking, mild dirty talk, some hair pulling, spanking, taehyung’s magnum badonk.

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Taehyung had always been the common thread in the capsule of your memories, your best friend until the very end. But the thoughts had always lingered; could the two of you ever be more than this?

↣ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This was a request and if you’d like to see your own come to life, please shoot me an ask, here. They’re always welcome and greatly appreciated! :)

You’re painfully aware of Irene’s gawking, uncomfortable stare as Taehyung nonchalantly plants his plump lips against your temple. If it wasn’t eight in the morning, you might have even protested, but the warmth of Taehyung’s arms around your body has you in a lull, a sort of zombified state of mind. He tucks a stray piece of your loose bun behind your ear, taking you into his fullest capabilities as he pulls you in again. You can almost trace the very prominent vein that runs along his full right arm. You wonder how you’ve not noticed he’s been working out lately. The sun barely peeks through the drawn curtains leaving the living room space warm, in a shade of amber that turns his brown locks, gold. It doesn’t help move you away from that early morning haze, your thoughts almost abandoning the very prominent acknowledgement of Irene’s appalled presence. If Taehyung notices your classmate merely inches away with her mouth hanging open and arms crossed, he doesn’t say anything about it. He simply retracts from your hug, your arms automatically wrapping around yourself in hopes of preserving any shred of loss from his warmth. Your head follows Taehyung as he stops towards the kitchen counter to pick up the bagged lunch you’ve prepared for him, and you can’t help stifle a laugh when you catch Irene doing the same. Even though classes for him start much later in the day, his leaving this early is a fairly common occurrence for the young photographer; he had always seemed to have found something new to gaze at in his viewfinder with morning hikes. As he pivots towards the door, the chiselled expanse that is Taehyung’s right shoulder unintentionally brushes against the pointed corner of Irene’s baby blue blazer and the scoff she lets out signals that she is more than vexed. He places his hand on the doorknob before turning around, his gaze settling on the far distance between the door to you.

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BTS + SPIT KINK SERIES

% hello . . . i keep leaving my bts writing accounts but i hope this time i’ll be able to stay, bts x reader (maknae line for now) nsfw/ ITS LEGIT SMUT ALRIGHT spitting

→ JIMIN

sloppy kisses.

“Mhm,” his two plump lips slip your bottom lip in between his; bruising and pink with a smack. It was so slick, your saliva was on your naked chest, decorating your breasts. Jimin smears it along your nipple making you flinch when his cold ring makes contact. “Stick your tongue out for me?”

You knit your eyebrows together, a cute point forming.

“What are you going to do?” you question and he lets out a “tsk” at your disobedience.

He slips a thumb between your lips, pressing down on your pink tongue. His cock was red and moving slightly against his stomach, making you feel dizzy at how close it was to your very own pussy. “Don’t ask, baby, just listen?” You open up wider. Jimin sticks two fingers in now, nearly grazing the back of your throat as you choke on them. He thrusts them in and out, the taste of metal evading your senses.

Jimin smiles, biting his lips at the sound of your gags.

“Oh,” he groans. “That’s it baby, nice and messy.”

You whimper in retaliation, an angry yet soft look on your face. Sort of like a kicked puppy, he chuckles at the sight of it. Getting whiplash, you flinch as Jimin pulls his fingers out before putting both of his lips back on yours. He sucks on your tongue,

And you could’ve sworn you died and went to heaven right then.

→ TAEHYUNG

spitting in your mouth.

“Tete, please slow down!” You beg, eyes fluttering as you ride on top of his big cock. Being on top with Taehyung felt like nothing of the sort. He still had control, his big angry tip sliding in and out; your entrance giving that tickling feeling. He was so rough, times with him made you feel drunk on cock and stupid. Taehyung likes putting you on top just to fuck you like you were laying down.

He slows down.

Not without leaving a light slap on your cheek. Noticing the way you’re bringing your bottom lip into your mouth, tears streaming down your face. He coos at you, rubbing your thigh.

“Sorry baby,” he pouts, gently rubbing your clit. “Come closer.” You watch in confusion as he pants but you obey.

He pinches your cheeks with his right hand, squishing your face. You could smell your pussy wafting from his fingers. “You did soo well taking my cock,” Taehyung hums. “Yeah? So tight.”

“Do I get an award now?” You mutter.

Your boyfriend hums again, before tapping your cheeks. You try opening your mouth knowing what he wants. Gazing into his eyes, you stick your tongue out. He suddenly slips his cock back into you, making you gasp.

“Uh uh,” he says sternly. “Keep your mouth open.”

You watch as he lets a string of his spit fall onto your tongue.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

→ JUNGKOOK

on your pussy.

“Kookie,” you moan. “Oh gosh,”

His fingers swirl around your entrance. Jungkook collects your wetness, bringing it up to decorate your clit before dipping them into your entrance. He looks up at you, a chuckle on his face, so cocky and arrogant. The man harshly sucks on your clit, you were feeling every little chuckle he let out against your pussy.

You begin to gush on his lips as you writhe your hips.

“Fuck,” he groans. “What did I say about calling me that?”

There was a slight buzz on your clit, your chest heaving, you tried collecting yourself. His palm slaps your pussy when you don’t answer him, and you whimper put a “sorry” quickly. He had been edging you for the past few hours and you swore you were going to pass out. Pulling his lip between his teeth, you notice the look in his eyes, and you gulp. He pulls your thighs far apart, stretching.

You squeak at the stretch, your thighs burning.

“Stay still,” Jungkook let’s out. “I don’t want to make you cry right now, baby you know I hate that.”

He chuckles again, sounding like a curt scoff.

Jungkook takes both fingers into your pussy, scissoring them in and out of you. You watch a glob of his spit fall into your clit as he smiles at the squelching sound of everything. Your eyes roll into the back of your head when you start to hear how messy it all is.

“Baby, you’re squirting.”