Jungkook Is A Simple Guy, He Sees You Ironing His Shirts And He Gets All Excited. Alternatively: Doing

“Jungkook is a simple guy, he sees you ironing his shirts and he gets all excited. Alternatively: Doing domestic stuff with you makes his heart race and his dick hard, he just can’t help it.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship, domestic!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, domestic shit I sob, Jungkook is a horny goofball, dry humping, unprotected sex, hickeys, they are so in love it’s maddening

Wordcount: 3.6k

a/n: Doing domestic stuff with Jungkook just huRts me in the best way possible 😔 also big shoutout to @tipsydipsydo who gave me the idea of Kook getting all horny when doing domestic stuff with this partner jsjsj 😔 Also I’m tagging @kimchitae​ in this because Laundry Fairy is the reason why we met each other and I wanna treat my queen. I love you Thea 💜

~ Sequel to Laundry Fairy ~

You are humming to the song playing on your bluetooth speakers. Backstreet Boys, because in your opinion they make the best cheesy love songs. Your apartment smells like fresh laundry and the sugar cookies you baked this morning. Outside it doesn’t just rain, it pours. The world is getting a proper cold shower today. But you don’t care about the weather or the cold. You have the heater on and wear your fuzziest socks with your most comfortable hoodie. Technically speaking it wasn’t your hoodie, but that of your boyfriend. The later just entered your shared bedroom with a basket of fresh laundry in his hands and sits down on the edge of the bed. 

“I love it so much when the towels are still warm from the drier”, Jungkook says, rubbing his cheek against the warm towel with a content smile on his lips. 

“Ditto. It’s so nice”, you agree, looking at him for the briefest of moments before you turn your attention back to his dress shirt you are ironing. 

Jungkook had been away on a business trip for the last five days and had only come back from it last night. He got a pretty big model job in another city with lots of meetings beforehand and in those meetings he needed to look his best. That is why you are currently fighting with the creases in his dress shirt, singing loudly to the song and with your brows furrowed in concentration. 

Jungkook’s eyes flit up, fond smile washing over his lips. You are swinging your hips from side to side, bopping your head up and down without even noticing it. He loves moments like this. Both of you bare faced, in your baggiest of clothes and with your hair unstyled. He feels so comfortable in those moments. He is such a lover for everything domestic, it’s his favourite type of date with you. Even after two years together he still can’t get enough of those moments. 

“Finally. No more folds. Yay, yay”, you sing to the melody of Shape of My Heart as you hold his black shirt up. 

Jungkook continues folding the towels, eyes following you as you dance through the room to your shared closet. He can’t get enough of the way you swing your hips, finding it equal parts adorable and sexy. He is a simple man, what can he say. He sees you wearing nothing more than knee-high socks and one of his hoodies and he gets all tingly in his heart as well as his lower regions. 

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what money can buy

in need of money, jeongguk signs up as a sugar baby, assuming he’ll be paid for sex by some old kinky woman. he never expected to meet someone like you. what were you doing on that site, and why would you have to pay for company?

pairing: sugar baby!jk x rich/ceo female reader

genre: angst, fluff, implied smut but nothing more than kissing is described.

word count: 17.8k

warnings: reader occasionally suffers from “mild” depression, past family deaths. jeongguk is a sweetheart. also the whole “grey area” of sugar babying. it’s briefly discussed if it’s considered prostitution or not.

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© what money can buy is copyright jeonstudios 2020. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: for the bts ghostie network’s bingo, for “i’m losing my mind!”

Jeongguk feels like he’s been scrolling forever, and at this point, it’s surely animal abuse to force the poor mouse to click on yet another profile. Quick fingers do it anyway.

“Susie, 48. Likes pretty boys in skirts—okay, no,” he mumbles to himself as he goes back to scrolling through the list. 

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(Un)welcomed Addition | JJK

➞ Summary: After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind…unless your feelings get in the way of course. ➞ Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader ➞ Genre: Fluff, slight angst, neighbors to lovers, fuckboy au ➞ Warnings: Just cursing and some poor attempts at humor ➞ Rating: PG15 ➞ Word Count: 9k ➞ A/N: Written for @goldenclosetnetwork​​’s Jungkook Birthday Project✨ This fic was definitely a labor of love. To date, it’s the longest one-shot I’ve written and I’ve been working on it since mid-August, but it’s finally here!

➞ We must appreciate this absolutely amazing banner made by the talented @dee-ehn​​ from BHQ’s Banner Request Board!💛 ➞ Huge, giant thank you too to my lovely beta reader @nightshadevinter​​!!🧡

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The Boyfriend Shirt™

pairing: reader x jeon jungkook

genre/components: fluff // jungkook, your adorable fuck buddy, was ready to give his favorite white shirt up if you looked that good in it all the time

count: 3220 words

a/n: inspired by jungkook’s sinful shirt from baepsae dance practice and just fratboy jungkook // © image warning: implied sex

Jungkook never liked people touching his things. There was a system as to how he arranged and wore his things, a very organized system, which could be shattered by a single tilt to the equilibrium if anyone were to touch any of it.

In other words, he just really fucking hated people touching his things.

When he was five, he’d keep the ninja turtle figurines from the playroom all to himself, hiding them from the other kids, who incessantly cried, and earning an earful from the teacher (in his defense, she only hated him because Jungkook never got the math questions right). The pet peeve carried on to adulthood, to his four years in college. It was even more difficult to avoid getting irked by such a small detail when he was living with a handful of guys who had no sense of personal space, especially Taehyung who loved to “borrow” his underwear. Then again life had its way of changing the winds of his courses.

For one, living in a frat house was something he never pictured himself doing. Let alone, joining a frat at all. The frat he was in (thankfully) was smaller and directed more towards finding career pathways for those interested in professionally pursuing music and performance. Though, it was easy to doubt that mission statement when you saw the shenanigans that happened in the house (there was that one incident with Namjoon, a cat, and a jukebox on the roof). And not to mention the ridiculous house parties.

Aside from being part of a tight-knit brotherhood, he never thought he’d be one to do casual, though undeniably satisfying, hookups either. He always pictured himself settling down with one person, keeping it low key and mellow, and staying with them until he popped the big question. But college was a different battlefield altogether. Nobody had a set plan, and neither did he. Turns out, he was more than happy to sate his hormones with quick drunk fucks. Well, in his case, it turned out to be multiple nights with the same ‘one night stand’.

To sum it up, Jungkook had become your go-to fuck buddy.

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rest of the parts

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a netflix & chill drabble  this follows directly after disney+ and bust !

summary; Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same. warnings; none unless u count yn bullying him as one miscellaneous; yn is regina george thats it word count; 1.3k

notes; u guys may be like “u feed us so well!” wrong i obsessively post bc I’m never satisfied with my work, like in d&b i really disliked the lack of resolution so here i am writing one the day after god bless lmk what u think xxxx

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel’s song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things–

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

“Y/N.” You picked up Jungkook’s call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

“Yes?”

“Can I nap in your room?”

“The fuck I look like? A hotel?” You snorted.

“Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me.” He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Yesssssssss!” You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. “Be there in a sec.”

“You know my doors are always unlocked.” Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren’t just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

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