Youve Got A Dog In Me

You’ve Got a Dog in Me

➜ Words: 20k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Crack (somewhat), Food Truck!AU

➜ Summary: Life is relatively peaceful and productive as a CEO of your own business. You’re thriving. But when Jeon Jungkook sets up shop right next to you — it’s the fucking showdown of the century. HOT DOGS VERSUS CORN DOGS.

➜ Warnings: Saltiness, cussing, implied smut. It’s pretty tame.

➜ Notes: Whelp, we’re moving back to me writing stupid shit now.

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hotshot

filed under: i should be embarrassed but i’m not 

notes: opposing hotshot player hobi uses some vulgar language when talking about you during play and jungkook doesn’t like that. at all.  

warnings: making out, grinding, partial nudity (bare chest), sweaty kook

“what,” your hands smack down on the walls of the penalty box. “was that?”

jungkook won’t look at you, won’t even acknowledge the edge in your voice, and it only makes your anger sky rocket that much higher.

he’s never been that rough of a player, which is why you couldn’t help but recoil when you watched him blatantly tackle the opposing defence into the ice, putting him in the beginnings of a headlock before being ripped apart by security. he all but started beating the guy with his $200 stick.

“have you lost your mind or something? do you want to be benched for the rest of the fucking season?” you hiss, watching your manager stomp over in the distance.

jungkook still won’t make eye contact and only now do you register his clenched jaw, temple dipping in and out with the way he grinds it, face sheathed in sweat so the tips of his bangs are soaked. he’s hunched over with his elbows planted on his knees, too big in his gear, gloves twisting his stick incessantly to the point where you fear it’ll snap.

you wait desperately for an answer he won’t give, line of vision focused on the match he’s not watching. those big almond eyes you adore are hidden by his furrowed brow, angry and cold and petty and nothing like the jungkook you lov-know.

you stalk away with a huff once his manager starts scolding, gloved hands fisted in your pockets. whatever was wrong with him, he picked the wrong girl to reveal his asshole persona to.

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— THIS ISN’T LOVE, DARLING (m.)

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; mafia au, escort au, smut words; 5,321 rating; explicit

— synopsis; he tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

contents; mafia boss jungkook, escort reader, sex worker reader, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, dom jungkook, gagging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (stay safe), name-calling, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, biting/marking, possessiveness, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, breast play, begging, sadism/masochism, impregnation kink, pussy slapping. this is a bit more hardcore than usual, so prepare for that before reading.

— notes; beautiful edit credit goes to @/mutuntun on twt. and let’s all give a big thank you to @personawife, @shelive-shelove, and @jamaiskook for reading this over for me (last minute, too)!

The door to the lavish hotel room clicked open and you paid it no mind, having received a message beforehand that your visitor would be coming over. You’d gotten yourself ready immediately, finding your way to the penthouse suite that the two of you usually spent your time in. Swirling the remaining wine in your glass, you set it down unhurriedly and stood, the silk of your provided nightgown smooth against your skin.

You barely had time to turn before Jungkook was cupping your face between his hands tightly, bringing his mouth to yours and kissing you hard. You parted your lips immediately and shut your eyes, dragging your hands up his arms until they were tangled in his hair. His fingers found the straps easily and slipped them off your shoulders. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from him, and didn’t stop the frenzied movements of his lips while you dropped your arms to your sides to allow the gown to slip to the floor, leaving you completely bare.

Jungkook finally pulled back from your mouth and let his hungry eyes devour your body as you stood before him. “You’re awfully ready tonight, handsome,” you purred, eyes half-lidded and mouth already tingling from his heavy kisses. “Bad day?”

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Overprotective | jjk

Genre: bf2l, smut, angst Pairing: jungkook x reader Rating: M Word Count: 6.6k Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: there is domestic abuse, mostly mental, but there is mentions of physical, Jungkook beats the shit out of someone, if violence bothers you DO NOT READ THIS, cunnilingus, unprotected sex. Summary: Jungkook had been your friend for long enough to know that something was wrong and seeing you spiraling in your current relationship had him on edge. It all comes to a head at a house party when he witnesses the abuse firsthand, throwing him into a blind rage that has him throwing your boyfriend into the front lawn.  Author’s Note: Angry jjk in the ON mv got me in my feelings. Thanks. @bulletproofbirdy​

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little surfer girl - jjk

little surfer, little one. made my heart come all undone. do you love me, do you surfer girl?- little surfer girl, the beach boys

summary- every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer.  every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.

rating- R/NC17

word count- 9.8k

pairing- jungkook x reader

genre- surfing!au, surfer!jungkook, fluff, smut, tiniest bit of angst in the form of pining and jungkook being bad at talking, background namseok, background vmin

warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie, cursing, recreational alcohol use (of legal age), public sex, marking, nippleplay, finger sucking

There was nothing that you loved more than the ocean.  

The smell of sea water, the salty taste, the sand clinging to skin, the warm sun toasting around the edges.  

You loved the call of the birds, swooping up and down the shoreline for scraps of whatever the tourists left.  You loved the sound of the waves crashing against the tall beams supporting the pier.

You loved the sunbathers, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the chiming of bike bells.  The beach was your home, and you loved everything about it.

However, the best part, by far, was Jeon Jungkook.

You loved watching the black-haired boy stroll down the long stretch of sand, clad in either a wetsuit, or just some skin tight board shorts, long surfboard under his arm. 

Sometimes, he would arrive at lunchtime, shoving a burrito into his mouth as he suited up.  Sometimes, he would be there at 6 am, when you arrived to start your shift at the lifeguard station.  Sometimes, he would come right at the edge of evening, sun slowly dying beyond the horizon of the Pacific Ocean. 

Sometimes he came with his friends, Hoseok and Jin.  They would aimlessly roam around on their boards, laughing if one fell and trying to outmaneuver each other, laughter echoing down the expanse of water and sand.

Jeon Jungkook loved the beach as much as you did.  And you worshiped him for it.

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just friends || (M)

The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically

A/N: YES OKAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FIRST FICS AND HAS NOT BEEN EDITED you have been warned!! this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello. 

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)

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PART ONE

The opening and closing of the apartment door hardly registered in your mind, choosing instead to continue flipping through the latest issue of your Cosmo magazine. Sure, there was a slim chance that the person entering your home was an intruder with murderous intentions but given the hour you were more than certain the loud footsteps nearing your way belonged to your roommate arriving home from his trip to the gym.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.

You huffed and said farewell to the article that was meant to tell you whether or not vajazzling was right for you as you shut the magazine entirely. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles comfortably.

“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your impolite roommate.

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