I Dont Have Any Inspo But More Dilf Jk Pls

i dont have any inspo but more dilf jk pls 🥺

yes ❤️ here is him being a HIMBO

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“Why can’t I get out the car?” Jungkook asks, pouting up at you.

“Just stay in and I’ll grab her, Sang is in the car seat I don’t want to wake him up.”

“Why can’t I go?”

“Because I’m already out, dipshit.” You sigh and massage your temples.

The real reason is that you hate the way everybody looks at him. Like they want to fuck him on the spot. Married women who clearly aren’t happy with their husbands. You’re just lucky you snagged a total fucking hunk.

The downside is that everyone wants to touch him and feel his biceps and giggle at his extremely stupid, cheesy dad jokes.

“Chohee loves it when I pick her up.” Jungkook whines, taking off his seatbelt.

“Oh my god, fine.” You say, exasperated with his absolute cluelessness. Jungkook is so fucking hot but so endearingly dumb. Oblivious to everything around him.

“Thank you, wifey,” he coos and leans over the gearshift to kiss your cheek but you dodge it.

“Hurry up, Jungkook.” You seethe through gritted teeth.

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a series.

a messy divorce, unrequited feelings, and a five year old.

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hot rod || (M)

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a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

pairing: greaser!hoseok x reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1950s au, smut, fluff

warnings: VIRGIN KINK, semi-public fingering, oral (f), brief handjob, unprotected sex, lots of banter

A/N: SMUT WRITTEN BY @httpjeon AKA THE LOML. Photo of hobi originally by twt user GUWOLJK! Thank you to @mortaljin @please-donts @yoongspeach @haroo–mar @ms-universe @usangie-tsukino @attaeboy and @heartweaver for allowing me to use their names!

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“Seriously, why the hell didn’t Joon drive?” Taehyung whined, pressing two fingers against his already swollen eye.

Hoseok let out a chuckle as he slid into his and his boys’ usual booth.

As per tradition, Fridays called for lunch at Rosie’s Diner.

An old woman by the name of Rosie Salinger was the owner of the joint; she had been running the diner since right about around the turn of the 20th century. Her age didn’t mean much it would seem, as she was as notoriously feisty — her tongue and mind as sharp as the red cat-like glasses she sported on the bridge of her nose.

Hoseok let his eyes flicker over to the annoyed blond.

Taehyung was typically the group’s designated driver, but seeing as he no longer had a car — a result of a drag race gone south — Jungkook had driven this time around. Problem was that Jungkook was what one might call an… inexperienced driver.

On the way over to Rosie’s a squirrel had paused in the middle of the road and with Jungkook being the anxious driver that he was his foot found the break pedal abruptly, sending Taehyung straight into the rearview mirror.

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distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

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—melomaniac. (m)

melomaniac ⟶ ❝ lover of music ❞

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: punk!jungkook / band au / friends-to-lovers + smut

⟶ words: 13,000

⟶ summary: you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

⟶ warnings: coarse language, extreme mutual pining but knowing it’s wrong, tattooed and long haired jungkook to feed my fantasies, angsty fluff / smut: needy clingy sex, slight body worship themes, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming-ish.

⟶ disclaimer: this was a revamp of two old fics I had posted on tumblr on another blog a while ago, so if it seems familiar at all to anyone then that is probably why. also, the song that jungkook sings in this i imagine to be ‘make it right’ (but the one featuring lauv).

Jungkook is late again.

By ten minutes to be exact, but you’re certain no one’s counting anymore except for maybe you. The thought, however, doesn’t come as a surprise when it’s a natural occurrence in his life and even counting the time as it ticks by is a useless endeavour that wastes yours. 

“Where is this idiot?” 

Yoongi says this from somewhere off to your left, seething with subdued irritation. He’s been tapping his foot impatiently from behind the stand of his keyboard from the very second the clock struck twelve and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up; but his usual trademark impatience seems to be rubbing off on everyone else standing about in the room. Although, you can’t quite tell if his peeved mood is really because Jungkook is late or because the storage facility the guys rent by the hour to practice altogether as a band is being used to just stand around purposelessly and listen to nothing but angry breathing. 

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all over you (1) | jjk

summary — you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you. 

genre — smut (enemies2lovers!au, gamer!jk, fuckgirl!reader)

word count — 9k

warnings — body praise, finger sucking, nipple play, light choking, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), fingering in the library, swearing

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Jungkook catches your eye as you pass through the library. His features haven’t gone unknown to you — short dark hair, deep eyes, jaw carved by gods good chisel, a body to die for. Not to mention, he’s always top of his class and still manages to find the time to run a campus gaming club. He’s literally everything. 

You’re only here to return a textbook, but you’re way too captivated by his presence to complete the task. This happens almost every time you see him. These scenarios usually begin with you handing him a compliment and ends with him telling you to go away. Alright. Maybe you had an embarrassing run-in with him at a party that left him despising you, but that’s not going to stop you from striking up friendly conversation. You’re more than mutuals. You’ve been at the same college for the past two years and your fathers are work colleagues and regularly drink together. Let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“Hi, handsome.” You pull up a seat opposite him and give his outfit a once-over — jeans and a black sweater. Take me now. He used to wear thin, black rimmed glasses, but has recently opted for contacts. You’re starting to miss stealing and trying them on. “What you doin’?”

When he looks up at you with a dull expression, you can’t help but catch your bottom lip between your teeth. The faint taste of your strawberry lipgloss pools on your tongue. He’s so fucking hot. 

“Y/N, I’m busy.” He says lowly as to not disturb other studying students. “Can you go and annoy someone else?“

“My gosh.” You take one of his pens and twirl it between your fingers. “You’re always so rude to me. I wonder why.” 

“You know why.” He reaches for his pen, but you pull it away from his touch. A smile tugs at your glossy lips. If he wants to play hard to get, that’s fine, but you’re certain he’ll be captivated by you soon enough.

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