Ace

Ace

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Fluff, smut, angst / athlete!jungkook, artist!jungkook Word count: 24,263

Summary: Jungkook only cares about three things: Baseball, painting and his team, but soon he’s adding you to that list when love comes flying at him fast and hard, knocking him right on his ass. 

A/N: …. listen…. idk how 24k happened, but it did. I can’t stand looking at this any longer lol so please forgive any minor mistakes. Big shout out to @taechulo for helping me out with the plot for this bad boy & @jacksonsjams for being such a wonderful beta reader 💕

It could have been his imagination, but Jin swears he feels the slightest tickle of rain on his face, so he reaches out his hand, palm upturned, to confirm his suspicions.

“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes at his dry hand, then glowers up at the overcast sky and heaves an irritated sigh. The weather forecast had lied. Again. This was the second time this week that, instead of sunshine and high temperatures, they were instead given downpour and gloom. Well, it wasn’t pouring yet, but Jin wasn’t about to get his hopes up.

“Alright boys, let’s pick up the pace. I want to get in at least some practicing before it starts to rain,” Jin calls over to his team, all stretching their limbs and grumbling a collective ‘Yes coach.’ They all look as miserable as Jin assumes they feel and just the tiniest part of him feels almost sorry for making them practice. Almost. The team needs to kick their practicing into high gear if they want to be ready in time for the new season and that meant no slacking, so Jin shakes off the slight guilt with ease.

He instructs half the team to do interval throwing – a partner drill where they throw the ball back and forth - while the other half of the team does base running.

Three rows down, doing the interval drill, Jungkook nurses a wicked headache and catches the ball that comes whizzing at him from the opposite end. He throws it back and Jimin catches it in his glove easily, yawning tiredly and putting little effort into his next throw.

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bitchin’ || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 4.8k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao

A/N: Bitchin’ is a multichapter fic, surprise!! This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and helping me with Yara’s character overall.

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PART ONE

12:16 pm.

The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today’s lab was going to totally suck.

You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.

You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom’s blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock’s sound.

You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.

Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.

Wicked.

“Good afternoon, everyone.” Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. “I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn’t wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you’re particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel.”

A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.

“No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–”

The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone’s attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.

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Crybaby - 3 (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

alt: Jungkook doesn’t want to leave you.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genre: smut, fluff

↳ rating: r-18/18+

↳ word count: 12k

↳ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, he’s aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jk’s a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! there’s also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)

A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesn’t mirror the mentioned artists’ personality in real life.

Jungkook thinks you’re the most adorable person in the entire world.

“How did you even fall in love with me?” you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didn’t even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate ‘please’ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.

He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.

“So suddenly, baby?” Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reese’s ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, “Don’t you remember our arcade date? That’s when I confessed my love to you.”

“Yeah, but…” you ponder, “Did you plan it all along?”

Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. “Well, there’s this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.”

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Breaking and Entering (M)

Recommended Song: Rumour by K.A.R.D

Summary:

After you get sent a text that clearly wasn’t meant for you, you end up breaking into someone’s house looking for answers.

Genre: 70% Smut, 30% Crack

Pairing: Officer!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic smut, kinda Dom/Sub, dirty talk. Filth.

Word Count: 5256

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Howling for You (M) || JJK

➝ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

➝ Genre: Werewolf AU / Smut / Fluff / Horror / Thriller / One-Shot

➝ Word Count: 14.2k

➝ Rating: Explicit 

↳  “Come on, Little Red. I want a taste - let me taste.” 

➜ Summary: The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew 

➝ Trick or Treat: This fic is sweet. 

➝ CW: Jungkook is whipped; Jungkook might have a love kink; lots of dirty talk; vaginal fingering; oral sex (female receiving/cunnilingus); unprotected sex; creampie; so much fucking cum; this next CW tag is completely avoidable if you’re not into it because I wrote the chapter to include a line break and prompting where you can consider the fic complete and stop reading without missing much, but knotting; lots and lots of werewolf puns; biting; hair pulling; some thrilling sequences but trust the fluff tag up there;

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Dilf kook letting you ride him on the couch after he put da kids to bed 😉

😖😖 t-thank u for dis,, bc my dilf jk fic was 5k but i deleted it KFJNSMH

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Chohee is always harder to put to sleep than Sang, she wrestles and cries and throws tantrums until daddy lets her sleep in his bed. You wait on the couch downstairs, exhausted from earlier today.

Jungkook tiptoes down the stairs, careful not to make even the slightest whisper. With a sigh he drops on top of you, you grunt and struggle for a minute before readjusting yourself.

He lays with his body between your legs, face welcomed by the plush of your tits. “Mm, you feel like a pillow.” His hair is soft and he hasn’t shaved in months, for the first time in years you see something that isn’t a baby-smooth face. You think he looks much more rugged, though you prefer Jungkook when he’s cute.

“I know, baby,” you kiss the top of his head, met with a mouthful of russet curls. “You need to cut your hair.”

“Don’t wanna,” Jungkook raises his head to look you in the eye, “I like it.”

“I like it too, but all you do is complain when Sang pulls it,” you continue to pepper kisses all over him, now at a better angle as you peck his puckered pout.

“I like it when you pull it though.” Jungkook speaks lowly, his eyes flit from your cleavage to your face.

“I’m too tired right now,” you start to protest before he can even insinuate what he wants.

“Please, ____,” Jungkook pouts, eyes so wide he looks like Bambi. “I want you.” Your tank is swiftly removed and he’s got you pinned down.

It’s getting hot and heavy, you’ve gotten further than you ever have before. Sang hasn’t started screaming and Chohee hasn’t fallen from bed and bumped her head.

“Faster,” you whine into his lips, he gives you wet open mouthed kisses.

“I thought you didn’t want this, hm? Thought you were tired,” he teases with this stupid grin you want to kiss off of his face.

“Well, I’m not anymore, so could you please just hurry up, Kook?” You beg impatiently, cunt so wet it starts to soak through your panties.

“If you’re so eager, baby, if you want it that bad,” he sits up and you panic at the loss of his heaviness on top of you. “Come get it.” He sits back against the sofa, cock hard and curved against his abdomen.

“I hate you so much,” you grunt as you clamber onto his lap to get yourself off. The slide of his cock into your velvet walls is delicious. Has him drooling and you pulling his poor hair out.

“Still so tight,” He groans.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You mumble against his neck, tongue lolling out to lick his Adam’s apple.

“Because, you’ve had like-“

“Don’t ruin the moment, Jungkook.”