Be Good For Me || Jjk

Be Good For Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: You’ve been best friends with Jeon Jungkook for the last several years, and you’d never really thought to look at him as anything other than that. At least, you hadn’t thought about it until that one night where some spilled drinks changed everything.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Content Warnings: making out, marking/biting (not much), oral (m. receiving), jungkook has a big dick, deepthroating, cum eating, thigh riding, praise kink, degradation (only happens twice), cursing (fuck is said a lot), dirty talk, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader has conflicting emotions

➥Words: ~4.3k

A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut, so hopefully it’s decent. Special thanks to my Kenz for inspiring me to be more adventurous with my writing, and for giving me opinions and endless support. I don’t know what I’d do without you.❤

There will probably be at least one follow up chapter to this as well!

Thank you to anyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy it~

➥Masterlist

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You fucked up. Several years of friendship, and you’d just fucked it up.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, really. Jungkook was your best friend, and you both hung out rather frequently, practically living at each other’s apartments when you weren’t by yourselves. Never did you consider that there may be more to your friendship, until that one night when everything changed.

You thought about the events of the night that happened less than a week ago, remembering how his hands felt all over you…

You both went out to a bar, you drank, played some pool, listened to live music and had a good time. Something you’d done many, many times before.

However, a waitress ended up spilling some alcohol on the both of you when they were bumped into by another drunk patron. You knelt to help clean up what had spilled onto the floor-

-and that was when you knew something shifted.

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Happy Birthday Baby

Jungkook x Reader 

So I decided to write this little snippet because it’s Jungkookie’s birthday! Also, because I was in the mood to write some serious smut! lol I hope you guys enjoy it.

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t judge me), cute lazy sex that turns rough towards the end, choking kink, and a mild daddy kink (if you squint)

“Kookie?” He heard your voice whispering but he turned over, wanting nothing more than to sleep in today. 

“Baby?” He heard you whisper again, this time a small hand shook his shoulder as well. Groaning loudly, he turned back towards you and opened one eye.

“Happy birthday Jungkook,” you smiled brightly. You were standing next to the bed, holding a large cupcake in your hands. The numbers ‘21′ were on top, ignited with a flame. Despite his sleepy state, Jungkook quickly sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. 

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relief.

↳ a celebration is in order.

   ◇ jungkook x reader    ◇ smut    ◇ 1.7k [1/1]

notes: whoever decided that periods should be a thing deserves to fall off a bridge. monthly bleeding blows. if you prefer to skip the light period-related humor, feel free to start reading below the break. ^^

also, i have such major issues writing kookie in smutty scenarios. like, he’s just a baby boy in my mind and i’m not sure how this filth even came about. i’m sorry. anyway.

It’s on a particularly lazy Saturday evening, deep blue and hazy, that you realize something wonderful. “I’m free!” you exclaim joyfully as you burst into the bedroom where your boyfriend is, drawing out the last syllable until you are short of breath. 

Jungkook is actually home for once, this weekend being one of those rare occasions where he’s both in Seoul and not at the studio with his members. Sleepy eyes crack open and he raises a brow at you from his spot on the bed where he had been dozing with his laptop beside him, the screen dark and forgotten. 

You flop down beside him unapologetically, bouncing up and down. “My period’s over, silly,” you inform him like it’s the most excellent thing in the world (which it probably is), bopping him on the nose cheerily. “Freedom at last!” 

He chuckles. “Sounds like we need to celebrate.” 

“Mm,” you hum, curling up against his side and burying your nose in the crook of his neck. One of his arms comes up to wrap around your shoulders and you sigh happily, nestling closer to the warmth of his body. “I’m just glad I can sit normally again.” 

“You know what I’m glad about?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. 

“Hmm?” You don’t see the wicked smirk Jungkook sends in your direction, but you certainly feel what he does next. His hand slides into the waistband of your sweatpants, finding its way to your clit. A gasp escapes you as he pinches it gently, turning into a moan as he teases your entrance with those devilish fingers. 

“I’m glad I can do this again,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek. 

A breathless little laugh escapes you as he continues his ministrations. “It really must’ve been an agonizing time for you,” you joke, wriggling a little as a finger slides inside you. The sensation of being filled, combined with his thumb on your clit, sends your body into overdrive and you come undone with a gasp, collapsing back against the pillows. 

“Probably not as agonizing as it was for you,” Jungkook says as he withdraws his hand, looking very pleased with himself. 

You laugh. “Wait, are you talking about my period, or about not being able to have sex with you?” 

A grin. “Both.” 

You peck him on the cheek affectionately. “Sorry, Kookie, I like you a lot, but the last thing I want is a dick inside me when there’s blood coming out of my hoo-ha. Nothing personal.” 

“That’s fine,” he replies with an amused smile. “I’m starving. Want to order pizza?” 

“Sounds good to me. You know what we can do while we’re waiting for it to get here?” 

The wicked little grin he sends your way tells you that he knows exactly what you have in mind. 

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Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS PROHIBITED. I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY INTERACTIONS WITH PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most.

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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Make Me a Deal

Summary: you come home drunk and all you want is to have sex with your boyfriend, but nothing comes that easily when you have the sweetest boy in the world that wants nothing more than to take care of you.

Pairing: boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking, mentions of sex

You fumbled with your keys, trying to find the right one to open your apartment door and get out of the cold weather. Your outfit wasn’t the best option for a cold night like this, a black two-piece set including a black velvet crop top and matching mini skirt. You had a long but much needed night out with your friends after exams were finally over. Finally shoving the key into the lock, you pushed open the door and stumbled into your apartment.

“I thought I told you not to wear that out without me.”

Your boyfriend Jungkook’s voice came from across the room. You could tell he was mad by his tone but you were way too drunk to care. He was seated on your tan armchair straight ahead, one leg crossed over the other. He wore a solid black long sleeve and a pair of black sweatpants. And damn, did he look good.

“H-Hi baby, when did you get here,” you said sweetly while kicking off your heels. Maybe if you were nice enough he would forget why he was mad at you. He couldn’t stay mad at you for too long anyway.

“I don’t know, an hour ago. Maybe two,” His gaze was so dark it seemed like eyes were burning holes through your own. You padded over to him and ran a hand through his long dark hair. You know he was probably angry, but he looked so good you couldn’t help yourself from placing yourself on his lap, legs resting over the side of the chair and arms wrapping around his neck. You nuzzled your face into his neck and took a deep breath.

“You smell SO good, is this cologne new?”

“Y/N your breath reeks of alcohol how much did you have to drink” you wiggled your hips and sat back a little bit so you could look him in the eye, making Jungkook take a sharp breath.

“Not a lot. Just enough to you know,” you couldn’t hold yourself back from chuckling, “get silly.”

“Silly?” He raised his eyebrows at your answer, a smile slowly creeping on to his face. You could feel his mood lightening up.

“Yeah you know, the alcohol helps me dance better. You look so good, do you know that? I would have come home way earlier if I know you were waiting here for me,” you ran your hand along the side of his face and then down his chest.

“Y/N you’re drunk, c’mon let’s get you to bed,” Jungkook wrapped an arm under your legs trying to pick you up bridal style but you tried your best to wiggle your way out of his grip. “No way Kookie I’m not even tired,” you slurred out, “can’t we just do something else.”

“Y/N I really think you should get some sleep to try and avoid a hangover tomorrow,”

“Okay but,” you looked down at your lap and started to chuckle. Picking your head up you moved your lips closer to his ear and whispered, “I feel your boner poking me.”

“Aish, Y/N jeez, what am I supposed to do when you’re wearing that outfit  that I bought you and rubbing your ass all over my lap?” You threw your head into the nape of his neck and broke out in laughter, you knew exactly what you were doing to him and you had no intention of stopping now.

“It’s okay,” you raised your eyebrows at him “I like it.”

“Y/N, no were not having sex tonight you’re too drunk,” Jungkook said already knowing where you were going to take this conversation. He knew you too well and this definitely isn’t the first time you’ve turned into horny drunk Y/N.

“Kookie but-”

“Nope, not tonight lets go to bed okay? Maybe tomorrow,” This time he successfully managed to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder to carry you down the hallway. The way his strong arms held up your body turned you on. Your mind raced with ways you could convince him to let you have your way with him before the end of the night. Jungkook knew you rarely took ‘no’ for an answer and he had a long night ahead of him.

He pushed open the door to your room and gently laid you down on your bed. “Do you need help getting ready for bed?”

You smirked at him, having an idea in mind to finally get your way, “I think I need to shower before bed.”

“You need to shower? Tonight? Y/N you can barely walk straight.”

“Yeah, I really need to shower, wanna come with?” you flashed a grin in his direction and wiggled your eyebrows, hoping he would finally break. You tried your best to be seductive but the alcohol in your system gave you a disadvantage.

“Y/N,” Jungkook let out a sigh and took your hand in his pulling you up into a sitting position so you could look at him, “I’m not showering with you when you’re drunk I don’t want you to think I took advantage of you when you get sober.”

“Kookie you’re seriously no fun,” you whined wrapping your arms around his waist and throwing your head onto his lap. He stroked your hair and let out another sigh. Jungkook was always so conscious of taking care of you when you were drunk. Always so gentle and loving, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you, and you understood that when you were sober. But horny drunk Y/N loved making an appearance on nights like these, and Jungkook saying no only made you want him more. 

“Okay fine,” you picked your head up with a huge smirk on your face, “I’ll stop begging you if you make me a deal.” He rolled his eyes, not knowing where this was going. Whatever it was, he knew it probably wasn’t going to be very rational. “Go on.”

“You have to be naked though” 

“Y/N-” he rolled his eyes again. “I know, I know I’m just kidding. Jeez, you really are no fun.” You giggled poking his side. “Will you just cuddle me? Until I fall asleep?” you looked at him with pure innocence in your eyes. A huge smile plastered his face and he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Of course baby. Go get ready for bed, I’ll be right here when you come back.”

You practically jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to brush your teeth and hair, leaving Jungkook still grinning like an idiot about how cute you were. You slipped off your outfit and changed into one of Jungkook’s soft black t-shirts before making your way back into your bedroom. Knowing you’d be falling asleep in your boyfriend’s arms tonight gave you this warm and fuzzy feeling inside that you never wanted to get rid of.

Before you could even make it back into your room you stopped, leaning on the side of your doorframe admiring how Jungkook laid in your bed. It wasn’t long until he felt your presence and peered up over his phone. “What are you looking at?” He let out a chuckle and flashed you a grin. “You,” you blushed and looked down at your feet shyly. 

“Come here,” he scooched over and patted the empty side of the bed. You shuffled your way across the room and lifted the covers up to crawl under. “I wanna be the little spoon Kookie.” You turned on your side and Jungkook wrapped his strong arm around you, nuzzling his nose to the back of your neck. 

“Comfy?” he asked. You nodded your head and smiled, even though you couldn’t see him you knew he was smiling too. You knew he could never stay mad at you, even if you did come home piss drunk in the outfit he bought for you to wear on your next date.

“Goodnight Kookie, thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always be here to take care of you Y/N. Goodnight princess, I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

Thank you for reading, please send me a request if you have any, and please send me feedback as well! I’m new and learning, and I appreciate you reading my story please do not repost or translate without permission 💞

» i wish i missed my ex - jungkook scenario

Jeon Jungkook - BTS

words - 18k

genre - college!au, friends to lovers!au, fakeboyfriend!au, fluff if you squint real real hard, smut, angst i think(?),slowburn

warnings - alcohol consumption / oral sex (fem receiving) / dom!jjk  / edging / vulgar language / crazy exes?? (it’s not what u think) / attemped sexual assault - not in detail 

soundtracks - mahalia, i wish i missed my ex / summer walker, girls need love / sam smith ft normani, dancing with a stranger

A familiar series of pings emitted from your phone, breaking through the peaceful slumber you’d slipped into. Weekends were the only days you could sleep in and therefore you really cherished the moments were you hid underneath the warmth of your blankets and ignored the world. So, rightfully, your eyes snapped open with a disgruntled groan floating from your lips, a wave of irritation hitting your still sleeping brain. You reached out for the device, hand slapping at the bedside table in vain until your fingers wrapped themselves around the cool metal of your phone.

Seven messages from your ex awaited your gaze. Sunghoon had a tendency to call when you ignored his messages for long but you couldn’t be bothered to read through them right at this moment.

With a groan of annoyance, you tossed the phone onto the bed covers and crawled right back into the cocoon of warmth you’d formed. He really didn’t get the hint that you didn’t want to speak to him anymore, did he?

It took a total of two minutes for you to fall right back asleep which was immediately interrupted by blaring sound of your phone ringing. Without a glance at the screen, you grabbed it and hit the answer button.

“What do you want?” The statement came out harsher than you intended, but he deserved it for calling you at ungodly hours on the weekend.

“Well sorry to wake you up, princess,” Responded a familiar voice that instantly dissipated the furnace of anger that had begun to burn within in your chest.

“Jungkook?” You asked, sneaking a peek at your phone.

“The one and only.” You could hear his shit-eating grin from here.

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