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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deal

what do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ it’s not really described in-depth since i’m not a doctor and it’s a sensitive topic. she also has the beginning of a panic attack. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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

author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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stay with me | jjk

❝ maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea ❞

[ PAIRING ] : jeon jungkook x reader

[ GENRE ] : established relationship au + smut and a smudge of fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] : 6k

[ WARNINGS ] : oral sex, some real good tongue technology on jungkook’s part, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, creampie, LOTS AND LOTS of dirty talk, jk calls oc ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ way too many times, oc worried that her bf is going to get tired of her, some mentions of anxiety, jk is the sweetest bf and even sweeter at sex, there is barely any plot and just a lot of sex im so sorry 

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] : i’m on my period and i got horny and then this happened

masterlist | wattpad cross post | ao3 cross post

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Only Mine {M}

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut + / jealousy   Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 5,184

Jungkook never had any serious troubles with women. He enjoyed the simple satisfaction of sharing a meal with them, talking with them and the added pleasure of sex. Women seemed to reciprocate the feelings back, naturally attracted to him and often taking the first initiative with little effort from himself. However, what he did lack when it came to the opposite sex was not offering them anything beyond that. There wasn’t any traumatizing experience that happened to him. No sad break up story that caused him to close himself off from anyone. In reality, ever since he was young and he experienced the joy of women, relationships and settling down never appealed to him. He was quite sure that the bachelor life was made for him. No matter how appealing the woman he met was, if she was on the lookout for a boyfriend he made sure to steer clear and keep his distance. He wasn’t particular with any desired traits in a woman that peaked his interest. As long as she didn’t bore him, that was enough. But he bored easily after some time, hence why relationships and being tied down never worked out. Once the initial attraction and spark dimmed and he started to get to know her, to get comfortable with her he’d become discouraged. If the hazy cloud that screamed ‘commitment’ would start to loom over him, Jungkook knew how to skillfully shut things down right away. Like a pro he was well equipped with techniques to make sure things ended swiftly, naturally and more importantly, cleanly. “It’s not you it’s me,” was the classic cliche line for others, but for himself his words boosted their ego, sending them off with no regrets and the promise that they could remain friends, sometimes with the added benefits.

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Escape

Reader x Jungkook // (???)!AU // 3696 words

Summary: Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

Genre: Fluff?

Y/L/N refers to your last name/family name

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

| You were considered a miracle child. The umbilical cord was still wrapped around your neck hours before delivery but you had entered the world safe and sound. Your parents were extremely excited. Your parents’ numbers were in the high eighties and considering the fact that your brother’s and sister’s numbers were 94 and 96 respectively, they were hoping you’d be a 98. With you being a high ninety, they’d be eligible for the high-potential stipend, allowing your family to live like royalty. For the duration of 9 months, all your parents did was plan ahead. Their dreams were about to become reality and it was all because of you.

Their dreams came crashing down a month later as they saw the small number buzzing above your head; a meager 4. They got a DNA test done (multiple times actually) but no matter what they did, they were forced to face the truth; you were undeniably theirs. The number 4 in Mandarin had a phonetic sound similar to that of the character that represented death and that’s what you represented. You represented the death of your parents’ dreams. You were a beautiful baby but every time your parents looked at you, all they could think about was what could have been.

For the past 20 years, you felt like you were the black sheep of the family. Well, obviously you were but you couldn’t understand how the people you shared the same blood with could treat you so coldly. You were often the scapegoat for your siblings and the reason for embarrassment for your parents. It was so painful to live in that house. It was difficult to watch your siblings go on to prestigious academic institutions while you were sent to the local vocational school. You loved knowledge just as much as they did and if you were given the chance, you felt like you’d be able to be just as successful. You had spent many nights in your family’s study room, reading all the materials that your siblings had brought home from school but you knew no matter how much you tried, everyone would see you as nothing but a 4.

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rose coloured | jjk

Title: rose coloured

[my masterlist]

crossposted to AO3 (follow-up drabble:  pay up )

Banner by me, picture from here

This prompt is taken from the wonderful Valentine’s Mix Prompt List from @btswritingcafe​ (Check it out! There are so many fun prompts on there!)

Scenario 7 

Your girl friends all have plans with their partners, leaving you alone and drunk… which leads you to call up an old flame.

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff / post-college!AU 

Wordcount: 2,3k

Warnings: alcohol is drunk (bougie rosé champagne) valentine’s day is a scam, hoseok mentions a booty call, cursing is done, people are reminiscing about being drunk in college, mentions of ridiculous costumes, people sport a hangover, friends are getting wined and dined and laid

a/n: fair warning, this has never happened before (this=started, finished and posted a fic in two days), so <throws the fic on the ground and runs away> (Please let me know if you like it. I thrive on feedback!) Also, this is only edited by me and not beta-read.

(Hey Mai! @jinpanman​ see, there is noooooo angst in here! <3 Thank you for cheering me on while I wrote this!)

Happy Valentine’s Day! (Don’t forget to love yourself today! And if you can’t, I’ll do it for you.)

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“Hello?”

Shit. What did your rosé-induced brain think when you dialed this number? That it was a good idea to call the hottest guy in your contacts? The guy you shared a few classes with during undergrad and then somehow your friend groups mingled for a while, but then graduation came, before you had plucked up enough courage to ask him out, because fuck societal gender norms, and that you hadn’t talked to in a few years? Yeah, stellar idea.

So you do the obvious thing and hang up.

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