Tinder 2.0 (m)

Tinder 2.0 (m)

Based on a series of asks I received last week here, here and here

I hate you guys for ruining my mind :’) 

Warning: graphic Jungkook smut and a ridiculous fuck or die theme

Word Count: 10,050

“Miss ___, you will be in room 23,” the chirpy receptionist informs you once she scans your ID, “Your partner is already waiting for you in there.”

You bow deeply at her, “Thank you so much. Is there anything I have to sign?”

“Nope! I already have all of your consent forms and you can provide your payment afterwards. It depends on how many sessions you and your partner opt for.”

“Oh, I see. That’s fine.”

“It says in our system that you are a returning customer, but I am legally obligated to inform you that we will do our best to keep your privacy, but if anything dangerous is to occur to you during the session, we have tracers in your bloodstream monitoring your heart rate, blood pressure, and arousal levels. If you are physically attacked in anyway that results in external or internal damage of any form, we will have our staff check on you immediately. Do you agree to these conditions?”

You wince at the thought of anyone walking in on you in the middle of sex, but you have no choice. You nod, “Yes, of course.”

“Great!” Her mouth breaks into a wide smile, “There are various different lubes in the bathroom. Feel free to use them as you please!”

You flush at her statement, “Thank you.”

“Enjoy your session!” The receptionist pauses for a second, glancing around the room, then her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “By the way, I heard that your partner is rated 9.8.”

Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, “9.8?!” you repeat in utter astonishment. You’ve never heard of anyone rated above a 8 before, let alone 9.8. “What? Are you serious? But that means he’s entirely out of my league! Are you sure this is okay?”

She simply grins at you, “The system doesn’t lie. Have fun, miss.”

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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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Irresistible

⋙Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

⋙Word count: 1983

⋙Warnings: MAN BUN KOOK, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, choking, fingering, dom!jungkook if you squint, MAN BUN KOOK, foul language, there’s fluff at the end I promise, oh and last but not least MAN BUN KOOK

⋙A/N: I would sell my soul to a crossroads demon for some chicken nuggets and the ability to see Jungkook with his hair up in a bun. In conclusion, this is a purely self-indulgent piece dedicated to my birthday boy

Jungkookie: Babeeee don’t you want to come work out with me?

His birthday is coming up soon. As in within twelve hours soon and he’s been increasingly more insufferable the closer we get to September 1st because he knows that no one can say no to him.

Me: Absolutely not 

Jungkookie: Pls [Attached: 1 image]

Part of me wants to ignore his message because I already know exactly what I’m going to see but the part of me that is absolutely whipped for Jeon Jungkook wins out. With a tap of my finger the picture is revealed. Curses fly out of my mouth haphazardly at the sight of my extra large boyfriend looking extra tiny as he pouts at the camera. He knows that’s my weakness. I thrash around on the bed and curse some more. That fucker is really about to get his way and I hate it but I couldn’t resist that pouting face if I tried. I don’t even bother replying. He already knows the answer anyway.

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still my baby (m) || jjk

pairing; TattooArtist!Jungkook x Reader. genre; Relationship!Au, TattooArtist!Au, Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, warnings; Alcohol, Smoking weed, Dry humping, Blowjob, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, JK in tight leather pants, Light violence, daddy kink sorta, time skips word count; 13.5K

Baby - Bishop Briggs; This song screams jk. I encourage you to listen to it, it’s an underrated masterpiece. This is by far my favorite piece I’ve written not because it’s JK but the amount of effort I put into making it. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! // i = flashback. 

“Jeon Jungkook in tight leather pants was perhaps the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.”

[Present]

The ear-splitting honking sound of your lovely boyfriend’s 66 Ford Galaxie Convertible outside your modest apartment naturally got you cursing under your breath, causing you to struggle with putting on your boots. A faint “Shut the fuck up! People are trying to sleep peacefully!” could be heard in the background, it was probably from your 58-year old next door neighbor, Mr. Smith. Poor old Mr. Smith, he must have been woken up from his peaceful night’s slumber. You aggressively shoved the away curtain that was covering your front window and exclaimed in a whisper-shout manner “Babe, please keep it down! I’ll be out in a minute!”

The horrendous noise finally ceased, and you can undoubtedly hear his rambunctious laugher echo outside even if he was 20-feet away. Your front door swung open in a swift motion, making sure to properly lock it before dashing towards the direction of your boyfriend who was sitting comfortably in the driver seat. He met your eyes with a soft smile on his radiant face. “Took you long enough,” He gently teased, leaning slightly to the right to carefully open the passenger’s door from the inside. “I did you the divine favor of buying our tickets in advance, I know how you hate it when we typically have to wait in line.”

Before entering his car, you dusted off what seemed like the crumbs, god knows where they’re from, that was in between the horizontal indents of the car seat. “Oh sorry,” He willingly offered to help you clean the mess with his nasty microfiber dust rag that was probably older than your relationship judging from its condition. “Taehyung borrowed Lexie yesterday and conveniently forgot to clean it after when he dropped it off at my place.”

“Typical Tae.” You giggled, acknowledging his reason as to why his car was moderately disgusting. You entered his car, took your seat and accidentally shut the door with too much force, resulting in a mighty thud.

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maybe, maybe

a series of coincidental meet-ups lead to an unlikely relationship between two people.

characters: smiley jeon jungkook word count. 4.8k genre: college au / slice of life au

It couldn’t have gotten any cornier than this.

A girl bawling her eyes out on the bench in the dark, letting out sobs that may or may not be the cause of the park being named ‘weeping willow’. There isn’t a willow tree and though Harry Potter is an evergreen series that lives on in every millennial, that is not the reason for the park to be named that. It’s a place where people - girls, boys and non-binaries alike - go to bawl their eyes out because assignments and exams are taking up college students’ time so much so most, if not all, doesn’t have the time to socialize.

Tonight, you are one of those weeping college students.

You don’t need to worry about it being weird. It’s an established fact that if anyone heard someone crying while passing the park, they would go on with their life. Not everyone likes to be comforted, especially not by a stranger and though yes it’s a good gesture but it really is unnecessary. Most people who came here just want to bawl their eyes out and trudge back to the library and continue their work.

So yes, you’re 99% sure no one was going to look at you as though you’re insane even though the bench you’re sitting on is right by the walkway. Nobody’s passed here for the last five minutes, you think you might be able to get another five in and be done with it.

But as it turns out, for a reason only known to the cosmos, someone asked, “Um, excuse me?”

At first, you think you’re imagining it but after thirty-seconds, you look up with puffy red eyes and possibly some snot running down your nose. You suck it back in.

“Y-yes?”

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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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