Christmas Cream(pie) ; (m.)

—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary:  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

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You’re The 1 (4 Me) | Jungkook

⇢ 8.5k 

⇢ Jungkook never dealt in fractions, only in wholes. 

Waking up to your boyfriend already stretching in his yellow duckie pajama bottoms was an obvious indication of one thing and one thing only: today was game day. Being the star quarterback of the university’s team as a junior, Jeon Jungkook was under a great deal of stress for today’s big game.

“I don’t think Mr. Quackers likes being stretched out like that,” you mused, sitting up from the comfort of his bed that you usually found yourself in the night before a game. Something about cuddling you allows him to sleep better and gives him good luck. You think it’s just an excuse to keep you from leaving his dorm at 2 in the morning.

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A Little Sand Never Hurt Anyone (m) || jjk

🏖 Pair: Jungkook x bestFriend!Reader(f) 🏖 Genre: Angst, smut, bestFriends2Lovers!au 🏖 Summary: Happy anniversary! Oh wait, it’s just a friendship anniversary. You and Jungkook decide to dedicate your anniversary day to each other by visiting the beach and its shops. Luckily for you and Jungkook, you find a secluded spot on the beach that allows you plenty of privacy. 🏖 Warnings: rejection (bc that’s always sad), more plot than anticipated lol, oral sex (female receiving, hint of male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, public sex (it’s fictional so I don’t advise what they do…!), creampie, nipple play, multiple orgasms, slight degradation, big cock!jungkook, slight dirty talk, jk puts his fingers in op’s mouth, do they make a porno??? 🏖 Word Count: 12.5k (I can write 12.5k quickly but not my 500 word essay lmao) 🏖 A/N: I didn’t mean to include so much character background, but I couldn’t stop myself. Also, it’s been a *hot* minute since I wrote smut. I apologize in advance if it’s rusty.

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Jungkook stood behind you with his camera held up to his face. He watched through the camera as you ran toward the water that was rushing up onto the shore, somehow managing to kick off your flip flops in the process. You yelped in surprise when the cold water flowed over your exposed skin, however, you were resilient and stayed knees-deep in the salty water. You quickly turned to see how far away Jungkook was. You tilted your head when you saw he was holding his camera toward you.

“Put that thing down for once and come here!” You shouted toward him, waving him over. It was so early in the morning that the beach was practically deserted. Only a few joggers passed behind Jungkook. You turned your back to him again and spread your arms out, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. You took in a breath as the wind blew past you, pushing your hair away from your body. After a minute of taking in the atmosphere, you dropped your arms and looked back at Jungkook, somehow sensing he wasn’t next to you.

“Kookie,” you whined when you saw him still looking through his camera but at a different angle. He lowered the camera slightly, staring at your disappointed face for a moment before shutting off his camera and letting it hang around his neck. You smiled when he started walking toward you cautiously, not wanting to get too close to the water since he didn’t want to ruin his camera.

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Show Me Something (M)

↳ Title | Show Me Something

↳ Pairings | Jeon Jungkook x reader

↳ Genre | Road Trip!au, Friends to Enemies to Lovers!au, First Love!au, Smut, Voyeurism

↳ Prompt | Take a Road Trip

↳ Summary | He was your first kiss years ago, only to become your first heartbreak the next day. Your life would have been much easier if only you would forget about him and move on, instead of having to see him almost every day because your best friend had fallen in love with his best friend. When your pal had suggested having a road trip for the final days of summer break before going back to campus, you said yes for a reprieve. Too bad she forgot to tell you about the two extra passengers tagging along. One of which is the boy who still has a tight hold of your heart without either of you even knowing it.

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Heavy angst, slow burn, implied domestic abuse (briefly mentioned), mutual pining with a hint of sexual tension, public massage, public sex, lots of make up sex, car sex, undeniably non-hygienic act of penetration sex, breast play, nipple play (male receiver, in which Jungkook has sensitive nipples), extensive foreplay (clothed foreplay, clit play, fingering, cunnilingus/female receiver), cum play, creampie, dirty talk, thigh riding, hand job, piercing play, size kink (?), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation. Jungkook has tattoos. He also has dick and nipple piercings.  

↳ Word count | 51,7k words (I’m sorry T^T)

↳ Cross-post | AO3 | Inkitt

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↳ Song Companion | Evrdo - Circle // The Ambientalist - Missing You // THEY. - Count Me In // Teflon Sega - No Turning Back // Tim Schaufert - Our Wreckage (feat. Yosie) // DPR Ian - Nerves

In your memories, he would always be the same ten-year-old boy you first met at the school gate many years ago.

Still standing at the same height as yours, there was no need for you to tilt your head up to look at him then. Even though he would still find his way to ruffle your hair to make it clear that he was going to be way taller than you would be in the future.

In your memories, he is still the same thin figured boy you grew up with. The boy who barely cared about his messy hair, letting some fall over his face while the others were jutting up to various directions on the top of his head from the amount of time he had been ruffling them with his hands out of nerves.

He would still be the same boy you would find standing still with his eyes rounded wide in astonishment whenever he was curious or interested in something. The sweet innocent boy who would be nibbling or licking his lips when he was thinking hard or when he was shy. The same boy who would come to your house, sometimes still wearing the uniform from his martial arts class and still sweaty after practice, only to pull you away from your room or any dark shadow you were wallowing yourself in to get you out and into the light. He would be tugging you along with him as he ran through the front yard, letting you follow him wherever he would go to help you forget about your troubles at home.

In your memories, he was the only person who could bring the light in your dark. The one who would listen to you when you had no one to run to. Whose warm eyes and innocent smile would always be able to make you believe that he could make a difference.

And for you, he did. Even if it was only for a limited time.

He had helped you create the little bubble where only you and him existed together. Where he made you feel safe and protected. Where you felt well taken care of under his warmth.

He was the one who gave you reasons to believe, to open your eyes before you finally became brave enough to open your heart for him. He was your best friend, and a lot more.

Holding his hand made you feel like everything was right in the world and nothing could ever come between you to tear you both apart. For the beginning of your teenage years, he had been a huge part of it. And you had thought that he would become a part of so much more.

Until he wasn’t.

And it took only one kiss to ruin it all.

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hate me (m) | jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ hate me. (m) one-shot. ✎  [7k words]

genre: collegel!au, e2l!au. fuckboy!jk. pwp.

warnings: smut. and i mean s m u t. this is purely porn. filthy, dirty and very, very explicit porn. fuckboy jk should be a warning, dirty talk, slightly choking, oral (f and m receiving) fingering, multiple orgasms, spitting, slapping (and i mean c**chie slapping too), degradation, dumbification, drooling, throat fucking, forced orgasm, big boy jk should also be a warning, crying.  You really do hate Jeon Jungkook. You hate everything about him. From his strong veiny arms to his obnoxiously pretty face.   This is heavily unedited.  masterlist n/a: looks at the word count, I’m sorry. have fun? if there are any mistakes in this, please let me know <3 also, surprise I guess, just a little something to pass the time while I go back to writing the important stuff. 

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Banana Pancakes 🥞

Lazy Sundays were the best. Lazy Sundays with your boyfriend Jungkook we’re even better. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Soft! (as usual) Domestic! Jungkook, smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hi, this scenario has been haunting my brain for the past week so, I finally decided to write it down and, oh my god I’m so soft. 

Warnings: smut, language. 

Sunday’s were likely your favorite day of the entire week.  It was the day you spent rejuvenating and, de-stressing from your usually long and arduous work weeks. Sundays involved sleeping in past 9am, freshly pressed coffee, TV reruns and, most importantly banana pancakes. There were many Sunday’s you spent indulging in these fluffy little bits of heaven by yourself but, today, you were joined by the only thing that could possibly make Sundays any better: your boyfriend Jungkook. Jungkook had been rehearsing into the early hours of the morning for the better part of the month and, this didn’t pair well with your own demanding career that kept you at meetings and conferences during most of your free time. However, this Sunday, the only tasks you were given was to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

“I feel like we could add a few more bananas.”   A sleepy, gravelly voice rumbles against your shoulder. Jungkook’s arms were wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you mix the batter.

“You already added two more when I wasn’t looking…” You retort, smirking as you use the spatula to scrap the batter down the side of the bowl. Jungkook snickers behind you, not denying your observation as he wraps his arms tighter around you.

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