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a human touch, part I

Part [1] / 1.5 / 2

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pairing: taehyung x f!reader / word count: 13.3k / genre: robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, future smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: everyone knows that androids don’t think, or feel, or have emotions. they’re not human, after all. so when a two hour session with a sex android ends up with nothing more than a nice conversation, you think that’s the first and last time you’ll see v. 

then he turns up at your door. 

warnings: talk of sex work (taehyung is a sex android), implied physical harassment (mentions of bruising), cursing/explicit language, mentions of alcohol, honestly this is a lot softer than these warnings would make you think I swear 🤧

a/n: I started writing this fic like 2/3 months ago and then put it on hiatus bc god it was kicking my entire ass. but ya girl is finally back to working on it! it’ll be two parts, because this fic is a big one! I hope to have the next chapter out next week/the week after (but no promises kdsflkfdfsdf) thank you @hobi-gif​ for loving this fic so wholeheartedly and supporting me while I struggled with it, queen shit ONLY. note: this is loosely a detroit: become human au but you don’t have to be familiar with it at all!

Here are the three things you know about the Eden Club.

One: it’s a sex club. Everyone knows that. Besides, even if they didn’t, all it would take is a single look—the soft blue lighting that shines out from the windows, the screens behind the glass that flash images of shifting and undulating bodies, the heavy beat of music that pulsates from the building and out into the night air; everything murmurs of the promised pleasures that are held within. 

Two: it’s a sex club entirely staffed by androids. Androids make better lovers, according to the ads. They might look human but they don’t have free will like you do—anything you ask for, you’re given without question or reproach. They can’t say no to you. They’re entirely at your command.

Three: you don’t ever want to go to the Eden Club. It’s not that you have anything against androids—because you don’t—but you feel bad for the ones who are owned by the club, even if they’re literally only built and programmed to serve humans. It just feels… wrong.

And here’s the fourth thing you’ve just learned about the club, much to your dismay: you are about to head inside it.

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Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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Prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 -

across the living room aka roomie!yoongi revival sneak peek :D

Yoongi isn’t necessarily a bad roommate. 

He’s not a bad roommate in the sense that he makes dinner for the both of you occasionally, but he’s not an excellent one either in the sense that he’s mad at you for having a prawn allergy.

He’s not a bad roommate because sometimes, in rare fleeting moments, Yoongi feels more like a friend to you than he is a random man inside your shared home. He quite rudely points out for you to stop getting your laundry mixed up with his more than often, but he grunts about it whilst handing you your clothes already washed and folded.

Yoongi’s rough around the edges and you know it by the way his words are embedded in your brain when you get in his business, the first time being when you asked him where did he come from smelling like strong liquor, to which he retorted “none of your [redacted] business”.

He’s admittedly moody and that’s why you steer clear from him whenever he comes home at the same exact grumpy state, evacuating any shared space you occupy to go stew in your room because you don’t want to face Yoongi.

It’s not your fault that you’re sickeningly bubbly and curious, as he explained. Yoongi knows you mean no harm and if anything, he’d praise you as the most perfect, most ideal roommate ever if you only became a little less quiet and a little less nosey.

You always ramble about the things you’re watching and it’s like you’re doing it on purpose with the way it just has to be the very episode he’s been putting off to watch since last week because he wants to be relaxed when he does. Yoongi doesn’t expect anything less of you to ruin his sanity by cracking a joke in the middle of a kitchen island, telling him that his favorite character died in the most unjustified way possible.

You try to insert yourself in the picture in every which way you can, because barely knowing both his personal and work life, Yoongi is basically a stranger who lives underneath the same roof and knows too much about you. 

There should be this strong sense of discouragement in your chest but there isn’t any to be found. You’re not deterred by Yoongi’s occasional bluntness because if there’s anything you’re definite about, it’s just that unlike you, he doesn’t necessarily like to make it painfully obvious that he cares.

“Are you sure that’s just not you rationalizing that he hates you?” Jimin deadpanned, your friend of five weeks much more close to you compared to your roommate of five months.

“I know what I feel, Jimin! I’m like an empath, you know?” you sighed, making a home out of the bean bag he’d recently bought because unlike your roommate, you’re actually welcome in Jimin’s space and you know what he’s truly up to.

“I’m the one studying psych between us,” he whispered in correction, making you groan in frustration. He straightened up, eager to get you out of your pity party quickly so the both of you can move on with your rewatch marathon of Dance Moms. “Look, maybe it’s just you thinking what you want to think! You have a tiny crush on Yoongi and you get easily attached-…”

“You introduced me to your mom in a video call two days after we talked to each other in that lecture.”

“As I was saying!” Jimin interjected, slapping a hand on your mouth. “You need to be smart about this, Y/N. Either you do the brave thing to confess to Yoongi and make it awkward for the both of you, or do the safe thing and let your crush fizzle out.”

You trust Yoongi. You trust the warmth in your chest when he wordlessly slips an umbrella in your bag when it’s raining and when he picks out the toppings from your pizza before handing you a plate.

You trust Yoongi, your roommate — but you trust Jimin, your friend, more. You trust his sound judgement and his advice, sticking with what is safe because as you dwell over it, you can’t be hurt from a rejection that doesn’t happen in the first place.

Safe is good for you and safe… is oddly quiet and weird for Yoongi.

He’s a little bit perturbed to not have you lingering around him and asking questions that should’ve been answered in the second month of you living together. It’s daunting to be out in the living room watching movies because he’s forced to actually watch them this time around, not being bothered by background noise (read: you) and your unsolicited yet mostly relatable opinions.

There’s a coldness that follows him when he doesn’t have you around in the shared space to go hover behind him and ask what he’s making for his meal and if you’re included with the portions. There’s a chill that raises in his spine when you still appear before him and do your share of the chores but not so much of conversation, already used to you yelling over the sound of the vacuum just to ask him how his day was.

Yoongi doesn’t know what’s up with you but he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it enough to the point that he cooks a nice hot meal and puts in a decorative tray he doesn’t like using because it was too precious. He doesn’t like it enough to go knock on your door, and later turn surprised that it was open all along.

You’re in bed yet this time around, you’re more focused on trying to breathe out of one barely-functioning nostril with a killer fever than trying to avoid Yoongi outside. You can’t do the latter at this point because not only did he give himself the liberty to enter your room, you couldn’t even tell that he’s already inside if not for his loud cough.

“Eat it or don’t. I just don’t want to hear any whines about your tummy hurting.”

Yoongi murmurs, looking at your sickly state. He shoves his hands in his pockets to withhold himself from giving into the urge of putting one against your forehead and putting a cold patch on it. He discards the idea of taking care of you because he thinks he should only look out for one woman and it’s not you — you’re not his on-and-off girlfriend whom he tries to hold onto with both hands while she keeps him at the edge of her pinky.

“How do you know my tummy hurts?” you mumble, turning to crack your eyes open in the slightest to look at Yoongi and his tray.

“You say it every chance you could.”

“No prawns?” you rasp, looking at the steaming bowl of soup on the side.

“No prawns. I can’t have you leaving anytime soon,” Yoongi, perhaps only in your fever-induced brain, gently smiles. “After all, who am I gonna split rent with?”

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the revival of this fic is three years late but hey it's here now amirite!!!! :D if u wanna read the full version of across the living room, it's only available on my patreon along w my other exclusive pieces :)

10, 11, 12, 19 heartburn jimin x oc 😈

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p.s. this is arranged in chronological order!! <3

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12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

Jimin's been chasing his goddaughter all day so you know it's beyond reasonable for him to pass out at the sight of your bed.

He looked more than lovable awhile ago, evident that he was attuned to each and every thing his goddaughter did, giving her undivided attention as he tried his best to make her happy.

You're neither engaged nor married but you could just feel that he was gonna pop the question soon, but either way, you know the irrevocable truth.

"You'd make a good dad."

10. things you said that made me feel like shit

"Why her?" you ask Jimin the question even if you think it's the last time you ever would in this context; with your engagement ring still on your finger and under the same roof as him before you leave — before you're gone. "Why Eunji?"

"Y/N, I don't-..." Jimin can't even comprehend why you're choosing to already revisit the pain that hasn't even passed, chest tightening in response when you sob.

"Tell me. Please."

It's your last plea to him and he knows it. Knows it to the point that he can't stomach to hurt you any more than he already did, but if you must ask one last time, then he has no choice but to answer.

"She was there."

Nothing goes through your head. There's no words nor faces that accompany what he just said to you and it scares you beyond relief; the only thing you're sure of is the pain in your chest, the only words and faces that accompany it being Jimin's.

19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

"I never imagined my life past twenty-nine, y'know?"

Jimin's head whips at your meek voice, stopping his ministrations with the cool sand.

It's a realization that strikes you now, during your inclusion to their family vacation at the beach. It's already evening and only the two of you were left on the shore but even if Jimin's family had already turned in earlier, they still left the warmth. There's still warmth and it's never made you this happy before.

"Why twenty-nine?" Jimin indulges you, hugging you close to him. He's perhaps the happiest he's ever been with you now; engaged and over the moon, on a vacation with all the people he loves the most in his life.

"I don't know either," you admit with a breathless laugh, the age just sticking with you randomly through the years. "It's just a monumental age, I guess."

"But I see my life with you," you relay honestly, sparing a look to your engagement ring before looking up at Jimin. "Even past twenty-nine.”

11. things you said when you were drunk

"Jimin?" you squint at your phone, having excused yourself from the center of Taehyung's party because you would get trampled one way or another if you remained still for one second.

"My baby!" Jimin bursts at the other end of the line, his laugh curling at the edges as you can practically see the grin on his face. "I love you."

He's been calling you lately these days — drunk out of his mind, with only one thing to say.

You purse your lips knowingly as you make no move to acknowledge his words, plugging your ear with one finger while your thumb hovers to end the call. "Listen, I can't talk right now, okay? Just go home safe."

"Where is home?" he giggles as he asks innocently. You think he's just toying with you but if you were to see him now, you'd know that his eyes are glassy with genuine confusion. "I don't know your address."

The short-lived mindfuck Jimin goes through quickly disperses because this time he giggles again. "Where are you?" he asks once more, stuck in an endless loop as he repeats his gospel. "I love you."

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m= mature

f= fluff

a= angst

last updated: 9th february 2023

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- jeon jungkook

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• ego season (m) 6.3k

↬ hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother's best friend, college!au

pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous

• addicted (m) 2.9k

↬ established relationship, college!au, richboy!jk

your boyfie jungkook fucking you silly

• forever heart (m) 36k

↬ exes!au

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• champagne problems (a) 1.3k

↬ break-up!au

sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you.

• oops.. (m) 2.2k

↬ idol!au, established relationship

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• when things fade (a) 1.4k

↬ break-up!au

sometimes it's time to leave.

• heal my wounds (a) 2k

↬ idol!au, break-up!au

in which jungkook breaks up with you.

• naughty pictures (m) 6k

↬ established relationship, idol!au

perhaps you've gone a little too far with teasing jungkook with naughty pictures of yourself after he was done with the concert.

• definition of love (m) 7k

↬engaged couple, domestic

blurting out big news at a family gathering was not how this was supposed to go - well, it's not like you had a plan to start with but...

• lucky one (m) 3k

↬established relationship

you're horny, but lucky you, you have jungkook waiting for you in bed.

• drown in your body (m) 6.1k

↬werewolf!jk, best friends to lovers, college!au

you're ovulating - and oblivious to it - and jungkook, the best friend he is, wants to protect you. but because you're a brat and never listen anyway, you do the exact opposite of what jungkook advised you to do... and somehow it all ends up with jungkook fucking you.

• could've been us (m) 5.7k

↬singledad!jk, exes!au

two years after breaking up with jungkook you meet again. and things get very naughty... you're sure he changed a lot in these years, but you didn't expect that twist when thinking about his new gained maturity.

• lovestruck (m) 5k

↬ established relationship, college!au

jungkook wants you. and who were you to deny him? of course you'd let him fuck you.

series

• long way home (a,f)

↬ dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

• [your] love's the only hoax i believe in (m)

part: 1 | 2 | 3 (-> hiatus)

↬fuckboy!jungkook, tutor!au, college!au

not in a million years would you have thought you'd find yourself in the arrangement of giving free tutoring lessons to the biggest fuckboy on campus in exchange of letting him fuck you. so, how exactly did you end up here?

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- park jimin

oneshots

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↬established relationship, idol!au

waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

series

• better together (f) 1.9k

↬slice of life!au, married couple, dad!jimin

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-> pt. 2: minie's mini-me had luck (m) 2.6k

your hormones are wild and unpredictable, but it seems like your neediness picked out the perfect timing before your little boy could catch onto anything.

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- kim taehyung

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• stay with me (m) 3.3k

↬ex-husband!taehyung, angst

maybe the love between your ex-husband and you was gone, but the sexual desire never died.

series

sweet devil

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you hate taehyung - and he hates you - but you're also in desperate need to find something to help you stay awake, so why not accept his offer and let him fuck you?

• pt 1: devil's smile (m) 10.4k

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• pt 2: devil's nemesis (m) 7.1k

jungkook is not the little brother you always viewed him as, and maybe it's time to have your fun with him. taehyung seems to be upset about it, but you never cared about him anyway. so why not play with jungkook for a little while?

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- kim namjoon

oneshots

• something domestic (m) 3.4k

↬established relationship

namjoon is invested in watching a  documentary, but you're just too needy and too impatient for him.

one thing’s for sure is that I will never ever recover from this

jungkook flirting 😳 (trans. cr. @taee)

The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes | jjk

☆summary: you had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

☆pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female tattoo artist reader

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: fwb to lovers, idol!au, angst (a lot), smut (a whole lot too), fluff

☆warnings: oc’s ex-boyfriend died and it takes an important place in the story, swearing, fuckboy Jungkook, fuckgirl oc, a whole bunch of red flags, miscommunication (they learn how to communicate don’t worry), exes that can’t stay out of your life, alcohol, they be a little toxic but they get better, explicit content: fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, oral sex (male and female receiving), mouth fucking, dirty talking, jungkook has a slight begging kink and an exhibitionism kink (not that present in the fic), dom!jk, switch!reader, car sex, sex in a tent, hair pulling (I think), tits/nipple play, unprotected sex, a little bit of ass slapping, mentions of choking

☆word count: 52.9k 

☆playlist: I made a playlist for the fic, that is sort of timed with the scenes if you want to give it a listen while you read! (I spent way too much time doing that HAHA)

☆a/n: I love everything about this fic. Everything was so easy to write, like the story was already written in my head and I was just transcribing it. I’ve never felt like that with a story, and perhaps that’s why the word count grew so quickly (I did decide not to write everything I had planned and still here we are). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. Once again, I reiterate that this fic deals with a lot of grief and it might get heavy. If you need to talk to someone, please reach out, my dms are always open for you all <3

☆a/n pt 2: MOST IMPORTANTLY, shout out to my beautiful beta reader, @moonleeai​ <3. This story would be nothing without you and I will forever be thankful for your help. You are amazing and a true gift <3

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home is where you are | nsfw

New York is always a good idea.

pairing: idol!jimin x f. reader

genres/tropes: fluff, established relationship, smut, porn without plot

words: 5k+ (it's pure filthy guys i don't take responsibility)

warnings: +18 content ahead (don't interact if you're a minor); swearing; dom/sub undertones; unprotected penetrative sex (it's okay in fanfictions, not in real life tho); oral sex (f. receiving); rough sex; multiple orgasms; cowgirl; fingering; nipple play; dirty talking; squirting; creampie; use of word slut

A/N: hohoho. Here I come with a sequel for home late. I wasn't planning on writing a sequel but 2021 onu park jimin refuses to leave me alone. as much as it's kinda of a sequel, you can read it as a standalone. And i really hope you don't cringe at my poor attempt at writing dirty sex.

enjoy 💖

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"I'm nervous."

You pause your hands on his bowtie as you take time to scan his body language. Jimin always tries to manage his emotions well, better than everyone you know, so watching his hands slightly shaking makes you pause to think of the right words to say, or if you should say anything at all.

Choosing the first option, you open a small reassuring smile, remembering how he always tells you he likes it when you put into words how you had his back no matter what.

"My love," you caress his left cheek, his face leaning to your touch as his eyes close. "I know you'll do an amazing job. And if you make a mistake by some chance, you'll still be amazing just for being there."

He opens a sweet, sweet smile you adore so much.

"I wish you could be there."

"Baby, you're the guest. I'm fine just waiting for you to come back home."

Jimin smiles. You're both exactly 11.046 kilometers away from your house, but in your head, home is where each other at no matter what place in the world.

"I know," he whines, pouting like a baby. You can't resist the temptation and kiss his plump lips. "I just wanted to see your fatal legs in those pretty high heels."

You frown, faking an offended expression.

"Can't believe you want my companion just so you could look at my legs."

"I just can't resist them."

"They still look fatal when I'm using my sneakers."

"They do," he laughs, his pretty eyes disappearing in beautiful crescents. "But they look deadly when I'm between them."

You purr. Jimin always plays dirty with you, but that was a low blow. He's wearing a white button-up, three buttons open. Black slacks and shoes, the cherry on top being his now way longer black hair and expensive watch. Fuck.

"Don't even try," you untangle yourself from him once he starts to kiss your neck and groan, the airy sound of his controlled breaths and the sound of his lips against your skin enough to make you wet. "Your hair and makeup are already done–"

"I'll be careful."

"Jimin," he closes his eyes, jaw clenched. The vision almost gets you spiraling. "You know we always make a mess."

A mischievous smirk spreads on his face. You watch in slow motion as his teeth get a dangerous hold of your bottom lip, and the moan you're trying so hard to hold back comes to life.

"We do."

Sadly, someone calls for him and he gives you an apologetic smile. You know he really wishes you could be there, but you wait for him peacefully at the expensive hotel room he got for you two. There's a jacuzzi in the bathroom, you're sure you won't miss him this much until nighttime.

Spending the day at the hotel spa, and even having lunch alone, you're just glad to be in New York since it's your first time there and you've never been this far from home. When Jimin told you he planned on taking you with him, you won't deny you felt excited to tag along. You'd get to be next to him and go to a fancy hotel. It's a win-win situation.

Yeah, it's a super win-win situation when he enters the room at exactly 6 pm, looking like the god of sex himself. You have to press your legs against each other to feel the pressure on your core, keeping you from jumping on him right at the door.

Jimin, albeit tired from the day, almost growls as he feels a spark igniting his body as he takes your figure wearing nothing but the dark blue nightgown that didn't even reach the middle of your tights or do its job of hiding your hardened nipples from his prying eyes. That fucking stripes hanging on your shoulders... It'll be so easy to tear them...

"I'm hungry," Jimin's low hoarse tone hits your ears as a sweet melody.

Your heartbeat increases, hammering your ribcage like a sledgehammer. It's been quite some time since you're in a relationship, but the butterflies in your stomach intend to go nowhere apparently. When you love someone, you don't think you could ever stop loving them — you don't want to. Maybe you see yourself eighty years ahead and you're still loving them.

If you ever get to your hundred-year birthday, you think Jimin will be the sweet old man by your side on a rocking chair. But for now... All you can think about is how young he looks, even if he's clearly tired. How you two can enjoy your youth, while you can ride him until you see white behind your eyelids, or while he pistons into you like a madman.

That's all you want to think about for now.

"I'm," you pause and clear your throat, voice faltering with pure desire, "going to call the room service."

Albeit your voice was barely above a whisper, you're sure Jimin heard it clearly. He eyes you up and down, tongue prodding on his cheek as his hands, fingers full of silver rings (damn you), work on undoing his belt. Jimin takes his bottom lip between his teeth before he eyes you one last time, gaze going back to your face as he takes his belt completely off.

"I don't think they have what I want on the menu," his low chuckle is irresistible. You clench your thighs again. "Why are you clenching your thighs, baby?"

"Jimin-ah," you whimper, hands sweaty. Your whole body is trembling at this point.

"I want something juicy," Jimin walks to the table placed right beside the window and sits facing you, "since the dishes here are a little too dry for my liking."

Your cunt tickles as wetness drips on your lacy panties. "Baby..." Almost a plead. You're holding back hard.

"I think I'm glimpsing exactly what I want to eat right now," he rests his elbows on the table. "What a coincidence."

Before you can even register, you're striding towards him, stopping by his side. His hand immediately goes to the back of your thigh, right below your asscheek, body reacting to your closeness like a magnet to iron. He kisses your stomach through the fabric of your nightgown, your hands reaching for his hair to massage his scalp.

"You're so good to me," he mutters against your belly button. "You make me crazy. I just can't stop thinking I want to be fucking buried inside you so deep every fucking day..."

"Jimin..."

"I want to take you in every place possible," you yelp as he bites your hip bone as his hand grabs your asscheek hard, "just so you could look at ordinary places like a fucking staircase and remember how I fucked you there." You clench your thighs desperately, muscles starting to ache from the force. "If you ever come to New York again, I swear to god you won't even be able to pass in front of this hotel without getting fucking soaked, remembering how much of a slut I made you be here."

"Yes, please..."

Jimin stands up and manhandles you to a lying position on the table, legs hanging. He takes his belt and encircles it around your wrists above your head, then he looks at you up and down again, with a worried expression on his face — a cracking on his previous demeanor.

"Are you comfortable, love?"

You nod but don't say anything, unable to trust your voice. He then takes his place sitting between your spread legs, eyes roaming every inch of your body like a starved man seeing a ten-course meal on silver plates just for him. He takes your soaked panties slowly out of you, pussy on full display for him, almost making him roll his eyes to the back of his skull. You look so helpless, just a thin layer of satin covering your vulnerable body, erratic breathing, and dilated pupils looking at his every move. Jimin's now calloused hands from his workout sessions roam your thighs, lips trailing right behind them on your inner parts, biting and sucking and kissing. You try desperately to suppress your moans, squirming on the table, you're already dripping wet and Jimin's nowhere close you want him to be.

"Baby, please, I'm–"

"You're so good, but you're being a very bad girl you know?" He says painfully close to your core, you can feel his warmth there and it makes your spirit get lost inside your body. "You made me wait all day to have something decent to eat when I could've left satisfied this morning," his voice is low and you're so concentrated on it that when he gives your cunt one hell of a good suck, your legs tremble around his head on the break of your spell. "And now you're holding back the pretty sounds I love to hear so much. Tell me, baby, what have I done to deserve this?"

Clenching desperately around nothing, you're facing the ceiling with no voice to tell him anything. The pain is almost excruciating as you need some sort of relief. It's not before you realize he has no intention to move if you don't speak that you force your voice to come out, sweat already all over your body from all the tension you're being forced to endure.

You need him inside, now.

"B-baby I just– I just wanted your d-day to be good..."

He chuckles, and it's dark. It pulls more wetness from inside of you, your juices running down freely.

"How was my day going to be good if all I could think about was how I wanted to eat you until that pussy's fucking dry?" Jimin bites the inside of your right thigh before he finally gets to where you need him the most, tongue licking majestically a torturous long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You squeak, legs almost closing again around his head. "I could practically taste you in my mouth. That was my mind playing tricks on me. Do you know how painful it was? Imagining you riding me, fucking yourself on me, telling me how much you love me? I was fucking losing my mind and almost getting a boner in the middle of UNGA."

You roll your eyes, a silent and strangled moan coming out of your lips as he keeps on using his velvet lips to treat your clit, tongue teasing your entrance.

"I'm s-sorry Jimin-ah."

"Are you?"

"I am!" One specific thrust of his tongue on your core combined with his hand grabbing your left breast deliciously makes you cry out in pleasure, yanking your wrists from the restraint of his belt, hands flying to his hair almost immediately. "You're s-so good..."

Jimin moans, the pulses of his act like earthquakes through your body. He's grabbing your thigh and breast furiously, almost as if you're going to vanish from his hold at any given moment. You raise your head a little just to see his face buried in you, his beautiful eyes closed and eyebrows knitted.

Every time you make love to each other, the same question stays afloat in your mind: how did I get so lucky?

His hand leaves your breast back to your thigh, leaving a trail of fire where it touches, grabbing it so furiously he yanks your body in the direction of his mouth like your pussy is the first meal he's having in ages. What's gotten into him? He's being so rough lately...

"Fuck, babe, you got rid of the belt?" His ragged breaths fans your cunt, making you whimper.

"Uh-huh," you nod furiously, "I want to touch you. Please let me touch you..."

He doesn't say anything as he teases your entrance with his fingertips, burying his middle finger so suddenly you yelp, pulling his hair with a little more force.

"Did I hurt you, love?"

You shake your head. "No baby– hmmph– I can feel your rings... Fuck..."

Supporting your upper body on your elbows, you get the privileged vision of Jimin knuckles deep into you, pace agonizingly slow.

"Do you like to watch while I make you come undone on my fingers?"

"Yes, yes!" You throw your head back when he speeds a little, another finger to your rescue, pressure building fast as he scissors you. "Oh fuck, love– baby– please don't stop, please–"

"I won't," he assumes you sweetly, kissing your belly button up to your stomach and the valley between your breasts over the fabric of your nightgown. He watches your face closely now, increasing his movements. "You look so fucking hot right now. I could cum just by watching you."

Jimin's words are nothing but fuel to push you to the edge, lower muscles constricting before it relaxes at the arrival of your long-awaited orgasm, both hands grabbing his wrist between your legs as you shout your moan and squirm beneath his spell as he watches you closely.

If anybody's staying in the room beside yours they're probably thinking you're in really bad trouble.

Heavy breathing is the only sound that can be heard in the room when you calm down from the fuss. Your boyfriend is watching you intensely, dark eyes taking in your fucked out state, your eyelids fluttering shut as a blissful smile spreads on your face. You love when you cum. Of course, you can't think of a woman sexually active that doesn't love to cum, but it's not just about that. It's about Jimin always managing to get you there no matter what. He never leaves you hanging, and it's always amazing. You even think if the world was ending outside and he's fucking you, he'd be capable of stopping the clock just to make you cum if you haven't yet.

It's sexy how he takes your needs as seriously as his, and you don't know how you managed to find yourself such a good partner. And you can't believe you just turned a purely sexual act into another one of your inner love confessions to Park Jimin.

Being romantic is funny sometimes.

Jimin helps you to a sitting position, staying between your legs watching you closely with a serious expression. He's lost deep in his thoughts. You raise your eyebrows, suspicious. He's usually not so thoughtful after he wrecks you.

"Penny for your thoughts."

"Does my thoughts worth so little?" He smiles before giving you a peck on your lips. "Just thinking how lucky I am."

"Funny. I was thinking the same while your tongue was buried inside me," you both laugh, his eyes turning into crescents.

Park Jimin has seen many, many wonderful things in life. Things not even his parents got to see at his age, and he thinks he's privileged, lucky even. However, every time he gets to see a new thing, he only thinks of you. You're the most wonderful thing he had ever laid his eyes on, and he just prays that what you have that's so special could stay the same whilst changing through the seasons.

It's inevitable to melt after your little joke when his words and the meaning behind them settle in, right hand caressing his cheek. You don't see when Jimin puts his hand on his pocket or when he opens the black velvet box — your eyes just getting a glimpse of something small and shiny (that you doubt it's shinier than your boyfriend's eyes) before your brain processes what that small shiny object is. A ring.

"Jimin...?" You eye him doubtfully. It can't be real. It looks exactly like a dream you had so many times before...

"Please don't say no. You already told me you'd suck me dry to the rest of our lives and it's evil to break a promise like this."

Your mouth is agape for long minutes, preparing for a sob that you cage in your throat fiercely, tears of joy free-falling your cheeks. You've cried out of pure happiness before; when you won Uno for the first time when you were twelve years old; when you succeed on your finals; when you got your first dog... None of it compared to the tears Jimin is kissing away from your face.

"I can't believe you."

He laughs — it's quiet and meant for only you to hear. The thought of you hearing the sincerity of it every day for years and years makes more years gush out of your eyes.

"I would've really bought a diamond mine to you if you said you wanted it," he says muffled against your hair, arms wrapped around you warmly. "I want to give you everything even if I know you actually don't ask for anything. My job gets tiring sometimes but then I remember how I can give you everything you want... And I feel so fulfilled when you give me presents and say you bought them because you thought of me. Every time you say you thought of me," he distances himself so he could look at your eyes, "I feel like I have everything I wanted about love."

"I don't need anything in return to love you, Jimin-ah. I do this because it's easy. Life is complicated but loving you is simple even with hardships. I'd say yes to you over and over again no matter how many times you proposed."

It's a certainty that you'd compare the diamond on your ring with your fianceé's eyes — it doesn't shine like the two dark globes that watch closely as his hands take your hand and slide the ring on your ring finger. It looks beautiful on your hand and matches your personality.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, reminds me of you," you touch the ring carefully.

"I'm glad."

The smile on Jimin's face is large, but you want something from him right now.

"So..." You trail your hands down his torso to the waist of his slacks, the image of that ring in your finger arousing you, representing the thought of belonging to him forever, "are we going to start our agreement of me sucking you to the rest of our lives right now?"

"Mmmm," he purses his lips and squints his eyes, "although I'd really love your lips around me, I'm so hard it hurts," his lips close around the lobe of your ear, teeth grazing the soft skin, "and I want your pretty pussy to take it all."

Everything after his words is a blur, from your clothes no longer in your bodies to you tangled to each other in bed, kissing, sucking, caressing each other's skin. You take longer than usual in foreplay, Jimin finger-fucking you again to stretch you out for him, making you dripping wet, whispering all the sinful things he wants to do with you in your ear.

You support him on his dreams of being a star, always will do, but to love having him all to yourself is your guilty pleasure. His fans may forgive you for that.

Jimin's hands grab your hips with such gentleness you haven't seen for quite some time and you smile shaking your head.

"Baby, you said you spent all day imagining me riding you," you stand to support your body on your knees on the bed, face close to his, kissing all of it, from forehead to his chin. "So let me fulfill your wishes. Take me to that fancy armchair."

Jimin growls with just the idea of having you on top of him finally. He was just so hungry for you lately that his dick barely gives him time to think — when he gets a hold of his senses, he's already inside of you making everything in his power for you to scream his name like a champion. Now when he sits with you on top of him though, he takes his time to admire your figure descending on his cock. He knows you're grabbing the fabric of the armchair with enough force to almost rip the material with your nails, even if he can't see it. The pretty airy sounds you make when you feel his every inch dragging along your wet walls are fuel to Jimin's desire to grab your hips and piston inside your cunt. You can see in his face how he's holding back.

Once he's buried to the hilt, you grind on him, cock barely moving as your legs shake. Jimin's hands grab your breasts before one of them goes further up and wraps around your throat, head falling back as you clench dangerously around him. Jimin looks at you with a quizzical look on his face — you'd laugh if his dick wasn't impaling you.

"How do you do that?"

You chuckle and bite your lip, head coming back enough to look at him. "Do what?"

"Clench around me."

You do it again and see how his adam's apple bobs up and down, moaning and tightening his hold on your throat. "Like this?"

"Fuck yes."

"It's magic. A sorceress never reveals her tricks to anyone."

"You're mean," he grabs both your asscheeks and gives you one hard, deep stroke that takes the air out of your lungs.

If you're a witch, then your fiance sure is a fucking mage.

"Oh fuck, Jimin..."

"Ride me. I can't take this torture for much longer."

"Keep on choking me," you plead as you start a steady pace up and down his cock. "I imagine your hands around my throat way too much for my own good."

"Yeah?" He taunts between clenched teeth, clenching his hand around your neck. Your eyes roll back. "You're so dirty. My girl is a filthy little cockslut, isn't she?"

"Yes..."

"But only for my cock."

"Only for your cock, baby. No one else's."

Jimin calling you his girl, being possessive, as you listen to the squelching sound of your throbbing cunt makes your lower belly constrict, you choke on your own moans as Jimin's hand never leaves your neck. He has his head thrown back, eyes barely open, chest rising at a rapid pace, groaning and absolutely loving how you go up fast, but go down slow and deep. Jimin can feel every corner of your pussy on his shaft, the sounds you're making just adding to his pleasure. You go so deep and start grinding on him again he almost makes a death wish right there, feeling your legs shake around him and your mouth too close to his ear with his hand still choking you lightly. Your hand leaves the backrest of the armchair to make a hot way to his shoulder, his collarbone, his chest, until it reaches out his rib right at his "nevermind" tattoo is. Jimin gets goosebumps when you slow your pace and caress his skin.

"I find this so sexy," you whisper in his ear, voice low and taunting as you bite his earlobe, testing all his mind control. The deep sounds of his grunts stay caged on his throat and chest urging to come out. His eyes are fully open taking in your red lips when you look at him. "When I'm really horny I think of it and–"

"Don't tell me you touch yourself thinking about it..."

Your face is so close to his he can practically see your cheeks turning a slight shade of red. "I did. Once. I never came so hard without you."

"It's hot," Jimin's hand leaves your neck and goes to your back, pulling you flush against him, chest to chest, your nipples hardening again from the contact, "but I'm mad I missed it."

"I missed you," you say muffled against his jaw, kissing and licking. "You were away and I missed you. I wanted your touch. My fingers didn't compare to yours." Jimin groans at your confession. "I was touching myself thinking my fingers were your cock, but they didn't reach where you do."

"Fuck, babe. Please go faster" he begs and you do what he says.

"I was thinking about the first time I saw your tattoo up close, do you remember when it was?" You start to bounce on him, the sound of skin slapping skin the soundtrack to your intimate moment of confession. You never told him you ever touched yourself thinking about him. Jimin's usually the one to get you off, but there were times when you were so horny you thought the moment he as much as answered his phone would be the moment you'd cum. "Two thousand and sixteen."

"Two thousand and sixteen," he says at the same time. "You were so sexy back then. That skirt drove me crazy."

"So I'm no longer sexy?"

"No," he bites your lower lip, a naughty smirk on his face, "now you're more of a sex goddess. Evolved like a Pokémon."

You giggle. "I think I still have that skirt in the back of my wardrobe."

"This is the best news I've received so far. Remind me to fuck you in it when we get back home."

It's funny how Jimin has the funniest kinks — one time you defied every Newton Law when he saw you wearing one of his Balenciaga boxers because you forgot to bring shorts to his house. You don't complain. Most of the time you just let him be — you trust him like you trust no other and you know that he wouldn't do anything to harm you or make you uncomfortable.

You stop your movements on him to roam your eyes through his figure. He's so... Beautiful. He's everything you could ever dream of. You eye the ring on your finger, hand on his chest right on his heart that's beating so fast. Park Jimin, your fiance, looks like all the good choices you could've made in life — you can't wait to live a life by his side, build something you both would be proud of in your old age when none of you would be as full of youth as you are now on your 20's. You want to look back and remember those days and smile. You want to grow old with him. You want to get to the end of the line with him, no one else. Without him, you'd just be a mere peregrine with no home to go back to, no roof to keep you warm.

Because that's what Park Jimin is to you. And where he is, then there's your home.

"I love you so much," you quietly say caressing his cheek, almost forgetting he's still inside you.

"Baby, are you crying?"

"Tears of happiness, don't mock me" you chuckle. "I just can't wait to live every single day of my life by your side."

"What if you get sick of me?"

Usually, you'd make a joke. He'd laugh and kiss you. But now you feel your heart combust.

"We will get sick of each other eventually," you kiss his face. Cheeks, eyes, his cute nose. "But I'd rather be sick of you than miss you. Distance is worse."

"I love you," he says quietly caressing your face, eyes shiny just the way you adore so much.

You shouldn't be surprised about how Jimin changes his mood quickly, but you still let out a surprised yelp when he takes you to the large bed without pulling out. He sets a slow pace, groaning at the languid sounds your pussy makes every time he bottoms out. His lips are everywhere they can touch, leaving a trace of saliva and fire, making your nipples harden and wetness ooze from inside. His hot breath fans your face as you see his eyes roll back, telling you how good you make him feel and that your pussy is the best pussy he had ever had.

"Fuck– shit– you're torturing me," you manage to say with a strangled moan. "Please go– hmmph yes– faster..."

You wouldn't tell him this until the day you die but, oh, how you miss when he leaves you with nothing but trembling legs and a swollen ruddy cunt.

"I knew it," he laughs giving you a hard trust. "I knew you liked it when I go hard on you."

You shake your head gulping a moan. "It's not true."

"It's not?" He defies.

"No."

Park Jimin knows you're lying because he knows you. He knows your satisfied moan when he changes the position, giving your thigh a few smacks before he prompts you to be on top of him again. When you're stuffed of him again, the position allowing him to be totally creamed by your juices, the vision of your hardened nipples and head thrown back in blissful pleasure is enough to wake the most primal parts of him. Your heavy breaths are like his sensual tune.

Anticipating what's to come, you start to grind on him, only to be stopped by his sudden movements, Jimin pulling you flush against his chest. His arm snakes on your middle, his free hand wrapping on your hair locks. Jimin plants his feet on the bed and starts to thrust relentlessly upwards. Hard. Deep.

Your moans on his ear are almost muffling the loud sound of skin slapping skin.

"Jimin!" You scream, hands holding the pillows to ground yourself. His hot breath on your neck and his low groans vibrating through his chest in contact with yours giving you goosebumps. Jimin feels it and chuckles wickedly. "I fucking love– oh my– right there, right there, right there!"

The thin layer of sweat on both your bodies making it even messier, hair looking like a bird's nest between his fingers — Jimin thinks you're the most beautiful when you're like this: bare, vulnerable, at his mercy.

"Oh my... god," his strained voice comes out like he's choking on air when he feels you tighter around him, open lips on the tender skin of your neck. Jimin feels your whole body tremble when the knot on his lower parts unties and he cums inside, cock balls deep, moaning and growling and almost crushing your limbs from the force he's pressing you against his chest.

When he softens a little and pulls out, however, he doesn't waste time and waits for you to start whining to plug two fingers inside. With you now on your back on the mattress, legs automatically spreading as far as they can go, making Jimin wish he could get hard faster than he does just so he could keep fucking you tirelessly. It's so dirty the way he pushes his cum inside, palm grinding on your little pearl of pleasure as he sets a pace he knows you like. Nevertheless, his mouth can't stay away from yours for long, or your neck, or your breasts. He sucks and nibs and kisses. You're so wet his hands glide with ease, and when he thinks you can't get wetter, you do.

"Fuck!" You scream so loud as your body squirms that for the first time since the beginning, Jimin feels sorry for whoever booked a room close to yours.

You squirt.

Your hands yank the sheets on the bed, legs closing around his soaked hand. Your fiancé sees your eyes welling up, pupils dilated into a black sea of secrets and pleasures only he knows about, no other. Jimin feels his hands and wrist wetter and honeydew more than normal. Sobbing, your trembling hands grab his between your legs, and you put it in your mouth.

Like the dirty girl you are.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jimin didn't even know you could squirt. Apparently, he got the best luck with a woman since you can cum by only giving him head and now, you can squirt. Fuck.

"What the hell?!"

Laughing a tired laugh, you stretch on the bed before sitting next to him, smiling dumbly.

"That was the first time," you shyly say. "I didn't know I could do that."

"That fucking topped all the things I believed were hot. Like, you squirting is now the hottest of the hottest things on my list."

"Yeah?" You tease, kissing his jawline. "Didn't know you even had a list."

"Fuck yes, I do."

That was probably the dirtiest and messier sex you've ever had, images that would probably stay burned in the back of both your minds.

Even when you clean up and ask for the room service to, ahem, change the bedsheets, lying side by side spent, there's a feeling creeping up your bones you both know well. Happiness. You can't quite describe how is it to not have to wait for Jimin to come home to you. Jimin can gladly say that it's one of the best things in the world to not feel homesick, too, because home is where the heart is — and his heart is always with you.

Jimin sleeps first out of exhaustion, but no matter how tired he made you, you can't seem to stop staring your hand on his chest, the ring in your finger glowing with the lights coming from outside. You can feel his calm heartbeat drumming on his chest rising and falling peacefully with his steady breath, sending waves to your heart that beat contently on your chest. Looking up, you see his cute nose and lips, eyebrows scrunched together you ease with a delicate touch of your pointer finger. He smiles in his slumber like a baby dreaming of rainbows. You smile, too, snuggling to him and closing your eyes.

No, there's absolutely no place like home. You're just lucky your home is anywhere in the world Park Jimin may be.

So, so lucky.

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Helloo, can I get some pining! Fics please🥺

Hi. This is too broad of a theme and I'm not sure which member you want, so this was difficult 😭

You can check the Friends to Lovers list (Jungkook, Taehyung, Seokjin) since most of the fics there have pining.

The fics I included in here are those not in that list, and I also only included the fluffy ones and not the purely angsty ones just to further narrow it down.

* s - contains smut sm - social media format

J U N G K O O K

9 AM Desire by jooneos - drabble / college au Summary: It’s hard for Jungkook, being a uni student, it’s even harder when you have an all consuming crush on the cute library assistant.

Fluff and Smut by jingabitch - drabble (s) / porn star!Jungkook, fluffer!reader Summary: Porn star JK is in love with his fluffer.

Be-Ghoul-Ment by hellojeongkook - one shot / wc~10.1k / college au Summary: You hate haunted houses more than you’ve ever hated anything. You don’t understand the appeal. But this Halloween, you decide you might hate Kim Taehyung even more.

Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan - one shot (s) / wc~12.8k / otaku!Jungkook, jock!reader, college au Summary: You never meant to be a jock in school. The volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. You just happened to be good at it and went with it. Similar to how you saw Jeon Jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. For two years. You’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because Jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. That is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

Gotcha by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / wc~11k / childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: The color blue. Two white hairpins. “Hey, Jungkook.” A laugh with shaking shoulders that Jeon Jungkook thought he would hear and see forever. Hey, Jungkook. But then those words became a memory, until she was standing in front of him again, sporting the title of “Virgin Killer” and Min Yoongi by her side. Was this his second chance or just another memory?

Heavy Lifting by snackhobi - one shot / wc~13.4k / coworkers au Summary: You work the night shift in a supermarket. And now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy you’ve been thirsting after for months, aka Jeon Jungkook, works the night shift too. Les geddit

Kiss It Better by jincherie - one shot (s) / wc~11.7k / cheerleader!Jungkook, college au Summary: When one goes to Kim Seokjin for advice, it’s almost guaranteed to never end well. This is something Jungkook learns quickly when he mistakenly follows treasured advice to ‘be smart’ and ‘use his assets’. He just did what he was told! Of course, the execution was a bit poor… and embarrassing. But hey, if rocking up to cheer practice in a skirt doesn’t woo your crush, what will?

Mugs & Kisses by sunshinerainbowsbts - one shot / wc~6k / strangers to lovers, barista au Summary: Jungkook has something he'd like to tell you, but he can't find the words. So he's thought of another way.

One Night by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / wc~12.3k / strangers to lovers, one night stand au Summary: That one night, that one time, that one woman. Jeon Jungkook didn't think it was possible that the drunken memories of one specific encounter would ruin all sex for him, but it did. At least drunk him remembered to save her number. Years later, sober Jungkook impulsively sends a selfie to that number – and then promptly fucks everything up.

Petal to the Metal by luxekook - one shot / wc~7k / jewelry maker!Jungkook, florist!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Every Sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. Vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. As the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. At least, those were your reasons in the beginning. But, now? Now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours.

See You Around by ddaengtae - one shot (s) / wc~13.9k / fitness instructor!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, college au Summary: You know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar and obsess over with your friends, but know there’s about a one percent chance they’ll ever talk to you or even know who you are? That’s precisely what Jeon Jungkook was to you; a piece of delicious eye candy that you could daydream about all you wanted, but had to accept that it was too unrealistic to ever happen. Or so you thought. After an embarrassing accident at the gym that makes your worlds collide, maybe you had been wrong about your chances all along.

Spidey Spidey by kookings - one shot / wc~7.8k / neighbors au Summary: Your neighbor slash crush Jeon Jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment. And also at kissing you.

Tamped by chimoona - one shot (s) / wc~19.7k / barista!Jungkook, shop owner!reader, coffee shop au Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.

Worth the Wait by sketchguk - one shot (s) / wc~13.3k / barista!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, college au Summary: You have an unwritten rule about swearing off relationships to pursue your studies, but your willpower wavers when you meet Jeongguk, the barista with commitment issues and a soft spot just for you.

Lunchbox Lovers by jiminrings - series / stem major!Jungkook, cold senior!reader Summary: cold senior!y/n having a crush on shy stem major!koo

Popular-ish by hansolmates - series (s) / popular!Jungkook, normie!reader, college au Summary: You are way out of Jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Tiger Flower by v-hope - series (s sm) / college au Summary: Not many people knew the shy guy who used to do everything alone in high school was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week. You most certainly didn’t know the introvert guy you were just befriending in third year of college was the reason flowers meant so much to you now. And Jeongguk? He most definitely didn’t know he would once again be silently aching for you to please love him.

T A E H Y U N G

10 AM Adoration by jooneos - drabble / veterinarian!Taehyung, dog walker!reader Summary: Like clockwork at 10am, Taehyung’s heart pounds faster, like clockwork at 10am, he sees you.

Confessions of Love are Best Done Sober by honeymoonjin - drabble / childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” “Prove it.”

Crossing the Line by minyoogixenius - one shot (s) / wc~2.9k / roommates au

For Heartache by sketchguk - one shot / wc~4.1k / strangers au Summary: Craigslist is a weird place to buy used furniture. It’s an even weirder place to find love. But after a missed connection at stop & shop and a few drunken decisions on the loneliest night of the year, it only makes sense to seek some comfort from strangers on the internet.

Lovestruck by seokstrivia - one shot / wc~9k / strangers to lovers, college au Summary: It was love at first sight, however, what you had imagined was very different from real life. In other words, Kim Taehyung didn’t know you existed.

My Fair Lady by ot7always - one shot (s) / wc~8.1k / crown prince!Taehyung, captain of the guard!reader, fantasy au Summary: His brother unable to spar with him that day, Crown Prince Taehyung comes to you in need of a partner.

Of Cliches and Romcom Tropes by vanaera - one shot / wc~10.1k / college au Summary: You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween.

Unfinished Business by dntaewithluv - one shot (s) / wc~11.2k / high school best friend!Taehyung, high school crush!reader Summary: Besides wanting to catch up with some old friends, there’s only one reason you found yourself agreeing to attend your 10 year high school reunion. The boy you were in love with back then is going to be there, and you’re determined to finally make your move. Except, unfortunately, it turns out that Kim Seokjin is very much happily married. Kim Taehyung, however, is very much single and feels like he has something to prove to you after you turned him down all those years ago. One night is all it takes to make you realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.

S E O K J I N

4 AM Pining by jooneos - drabble / bakery au, coworkers au Summary: Seokjin didn’t mind waking up at 3 in the morning.

A Kiss to Save a Life by crystaljins - one shot / wc~20.6k / fantasy au Summary: Being retainer to Prince of the Forest, Kim Seokjin is an exhausting job- he’s selfish, he’s impulsive and just has a knack for getting himself in trouble. But when an adventure out in the human realm leads to Seokjin falling in love with a human woman and he makes a deal that threatens your entire kingdom, it’s time to start asking yourself: How far are you willing to go for your prince?

Cherry Blossom Avenue by scriptaed - one shot / wc~23k / old friends to lovers Summary: College would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend Jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. Perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

Saccharine by gyukult - one shot / wc~2.3k / strangers to lovers, coffee shop au Summary: Seokjin doesn’t believe in love at first sight. So… what’s this feeling that’s churning in the pit of his stomach when he meets you for the first time?

The Heart of Winter by yeoldontknow - one shot - wc~4.9k / coworkers au Summary: One year after Jin almost kissed you at your company’s New Years Eve party, you try to make him jealous, only to find out the best way to solve problems is by talking.

first time - JJK

he’s your peace in the storm, the blood like velvet in your veins, the stardust to your soul, also the ripples in your stagnant heartbeat; you hold onto him like the ocean grabs at the shoreline, even if he brings chaos with his serenity.

✩ a flashback drabble for hell is empty: drabble masterlist ✩

pairing — jungkook x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, bff2l

word count — 5.8K

listen to — moonlight by chase atlantic

warnings/tags — drug lord’s son!jk, new relationship au, this flirty, cute bf jk 🥺, strong language, virgin!reader, secret virgin!jungkook, shy jk + reader, stargazing, strict parents, mentions of drugs, familial conflict, SO MANY feels, soft jungkook + oc is obsessed with his doe eyes but we knew this, first kiss 🥺 & detailed make out sesh, mentions of masturbation & porn, awkward conversations that turn sexy, explicit smut — thigh kink, hand kink, finger sucking, drool, tongue sucking, cum eating, brief handjob, grinding, some dirty talk, biting/scratching, fingering, oral (f), protected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

note: bye this got SO much longer than i expected it to be 💀 this is the beginning of their love story, but not the beginning of their friendship 🥺 this takes place a year & a half before fast forward (and if that drabble messed you up then this will … nvm just read it 😭)

The moonlight bleeds into the view ahead, crisp air filling your lungs as you try to exhale the worries of yesterday and tomorrow. You tilt your head to the right, two doe eyes locking with yours as you share a shy smile, heart stuttering in your chest. A feeling reserved for him.

“I can’t believe you managed to sneak out,” Jungkook chuckles, scooting a little closer you to you which leaves you hyperaware of the proximity, increasing by the minute.

Your legs dangle over the edge of the van, palms pressed to the plush material of the quilt Jungkook had set. His fingers interlock with each other, veins bulging from his skin. You look away hurriedly once he catches you looking at his hands – like he always does.

“We have guests over,” you sigh, sneaking a glance at him when he reaches over to close one of the canopy windows, “and my father was in a good mood so…they didn’t notice that I left. But I still have to get back early, in case they go looking for me.”

He snorts, rubbing his palms together to ward off the cold, “which they will. But don’t worry, if they call or anything I’ll tell Yoongi to cover for us like the last time.”

“Okay.”

Silence settles between you, which is unusual when you’re in his company. You surmise that the conversation you had a few weeks ago is one of the reasons why. The memory has heat creeping to your cheeks. Perhaps you could see it coming – when he had admitted that he doesn’t care about girls anymore, he only has one on his mind. When he had shoved your shoulder then proceeded to leave a lingering kiss on your cheek, one that had you rolling in bed with your hand pressed to the tingling spot, butterflies fluttering around in your belly.

And perhaps it was a little smug to think that he was talking about you – his best friend – but the kiss had sealed it. The promise his small acts of over-protectiveness and deep conversations over the years had given you that idea.

That he likes you, as much as you like him.

More than a friend.

More than a best friend.

Something you’ve never experienced before. Why?

You were too distracted by the potential of your relationship with him if you gathered the courage to confess. To tell him how grateful you are to have him as a friend, and that you wish it could be more than that.

But Jungkook always had a crowd around him, and you would be silly not to notice the way all the girls in high school would eye him in class, or fight to take the seat next to him whenever the opportunity would arise.

And even if did have girlfriends here and there – he always chose the vacant seat next to you. Or kicked whoever was sitting next to you out.

However, you never cared for his little love affairs, because that was the one aspect of life the two of you had never discussed. And you liked it that way. Fearing that you might ruin everything if you were to accidentally spill your true feelings.

Up until recently.

You don’t know what changed.

Maybe it was due to the fact that you had so much free time on your hands now that you graduated high school, and you’re still figuring out what to do next. Free time spent by his side, whenever your parents would allow.

Your friendship grew, you feel incredibly safe and comfortable with him. A feeling no one else could provide.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

He had asked, misinterpreting your stunned expression for disgust which you were quick to clear up. With a reflexive hand grabbing his, dropping it when he stared at the point of contact. As if you hadn’t held hands before, in a friendly manner.

But the circumstances were different.

And you were a flustered mess.

“Uhm…yeah. Yes.”

He looked at you in a way you had never seen before, similar to the way he’s looking at you now, those doe eyes could only bring you sleepless nights wondering if they’d ever look at you with so much emotion. And you’re thrilled, thrilled that you can stare into them for as long as you want without the fear of being caught, without the fear of your own eyes giving you away.

He breaks eye contact first, bottom lip sucked in his mouth as his sweet dimples appear, eyes creasing to have your heart bursting in your chest.

How you wish you could kiss him. Take his cute face between your palms and press your lips to his.

But a newfound fear dulls your mood – you’ve never kissed anyone before. And you’re sure he has with his history.

What if you’re a bad kisser.

You can’t be a bad kisser, you’ve practiced before. Preparing for this moment because you were so close the other night – sitting in this very van, watching the stars before his eyes drifted to yours, closing the distance only for you to turn away.

Because you were afraid of being a bad kisser.

Knowing you shouldn’t overthink it, because that would only make things worse, you divert your attention to the sky above. Little globes of light twinkling as it tries to keep away the darkness. They look much better sparkling in his round eyes, a sight that helps you fall asleep better. A feeling no one else could replace.

“Are you cold?”

And then you realize you’re staring at him again, when it’s too late.

“No,” you answer with a sniffle, which gives you away.

He grabs another maroon quilt from the endless pile of quilts he keeps in the dark corner of the van and lets it unravel, shifting even closer so his chest nudges your shoulder, draping it over your trembling figure.

When you look up, you find his face incredibly close, so close the tip of your nose could touch the mole under his lip. You can’t pull your gaze away.

“Better?”

You nod, not trusting your voice because his breath is minty, and you want to kiss him. More.

He looks away, long hand creeping out of the quilt wrap he had made to point at the sky.

“Doesn’t that look like a star?”

“They’re all stars,” you giggle, fists pressed to your knees when his scent floods your nostrils. His scent. The scent from the hoodie he lent you, which you never returned because he didn’t ask. The hoodie you basically use as a pillowcase.

“No, I mean the shape of a star. If you connect the ten dots of stars,” he begins, licking his lips, “it’ll be a star.”

You cock your head to the side, squinting at the sky before you finally see it. A small ‘oooooh’ echoing in the empty van.

He pinches your cheek, voice lowering to a whisper, “you’re so cute.”

Body heating up, you stare at the blade of grass under your shoe, “t-thank you.”

With a sigh, he wraps both his arms around your torso, the tension in his shoulders falling away visibly when you lean into his touch, heart hammering against your ribcage.

“My dad gave me the van.”

Your head snaps in his direction, mouth falling open, “he did?”

He nods proudly, eyes bouncing around the roof of the new Jeep Gladiator his father had bought a few weeks ago. For business purposes.

And now it’s Jungkook’s.

“It’s awesome,” you marvel, craning your neck to look through the front as if you don’t spend most of your days roaming around with Jungkook. Or parked off here at the mountain edge to unwind.

“You think so? I prefer my baby.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that he’s referring to his demon of a motorcycle.

“This is better, more comfortable.”

He hums, chin tipped up, “if you like it, then I like it.”

You tense, stuttering through your words, “no you don’t have to. I mean…your bike…”

Chuckling, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, as if it’s nothing. As if you’ve been doing this for years. It feels that way, but that doesn’t tame the fire in your heart.

“This van is for deliveries only,” he informs, bending over slightly to rummage through his backpack, “I got you something.”

“Deliveries?”

You ask as if you don’t know. Everyone would know what deliveries he’s talking about. Except your parents, because they have no idea that you’re friends with, no, dating the infamous Jeon’s son. Who delivers drugs like it’s your morning newspaper.

And they would lose their shit if they knew you accompanied him, ever since you graduated high school, on a few of those illicit deliveries.

But that’s another worry for tomorrow.

“Here,” Jungkook beams, a little shyly, holding up a silver chain that glistens in the moonlight, a circular locket dangling at the bottom, “this is for you. Sorry, I didn’t like the box it came in so I just had it in my bag.”

“Jungkook…” You mumble, taking the locket between your fingers, throat constricting.

“Look—” he twists the bit connected to the side of the locket, cracking it open before he holds it out to you, cursing because it’s too dark under the canopy, but you see it clearly “—I didn’t have any other good photos of us, so I just used the ones from our class photo…you can replace it if you want. I know you didn’t like that photo, but I think you look pretty. I didn’t like my haircut in that picture either, so we’ll definitely take a better picture…hopefully…Do you like it?”

He's right, you didn’t like that photo but with his face next to yours, it doesn’t matter. It’s the most precious gift you had ever received. You hold it to your chest, nodding frantically.

“I love it.”

He lets out a sound between a relieved sigh and a chuckle, bunny smile creeping up to his eyes.

Your cheeks hurt with how hard you’re smiling, unable to tear your eyes away from younger Jungkook, when the picture was only taken a year ago.

“Can I—” he gestures to your neck, eyes wide “—can I put it on for you?”

“Oh, yeah—” you hand him the necklace and turn around, combing your hair over your shoulder.

You flinch when his hands come around to the front, the cool metal of the locket sitting between your collarbones as you feel his knuckles brush against your neck, setting off a wave of emotions.

“Done.”

Spinning around once again, your fingers brush the locket, gaze moving to his.

“Thank you.”

He holds out his arms, silently asking for a hug. You practically leap into his arms, cheek pressed to his warm chest. Your eyes widen when you hear his equally rapid heartbeat, palms curling around his flexing shoulders before you pull away.

A strand of hair gets caught on his earring, you pause, lifting a hand to pull it away but he beats you to it. Brushing it away easily, which clears your view to have you lock eyes with him, head tilted up slightly as your heart beats thunderously.

You swallow thickly when his gaze drops your lips, calloused palm cupping your cheek before he angles his head.

And all you can think is: it’s happening, it’s finally happening.

But then you jerk away, sighing in annoyance when he drops his hand because you wanted it to happen. The image of his pretty eyes fluttering shut, hips lips parting perfectly, his tongue wetting his lips makes you feel like such an idiot because you wanted it – you want it so bad.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble stupidly, attempting to calm your nerves but your head feels hot. And his hand that’s still kept on your face doesn’t make things any easier.

He clears his throat, but his voice is still gruff, “did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut, “I just…I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His eyebrows lift, mouth quirking to the side, “I know.”

You gasp, “you know?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug, “I mean…obviously I know. You’re my best friend.”

You bring a fist up to his chest, “but we’ve never talked about that stuff before!”

“Yeah but…it’s obvious.”

“That I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“No…I mean. Yeah.”

You groan, feeling the tender moment slip away because he’s back into annoying guy best friend mode.

“Wait, wait—” he encircles your waist with his arms, locking you against him “—I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I know you never kissed anyone before because you never had a boyfriend.’

You raise a brow, “you can kiss someone without them being your boyfriend or girlfriend.”

His smile falls, “did you?”

“…No,” you look away, wiggling in his hold.

“Then why…”

“I want my first kiss to be perfect, Jungkook, but I don’t know how that’s going to be possible wh—”

“I can make it perfect.”

Words dissolving on your tongue, you blink at him, breath hitching with how handsome he looks under the pale light, half of his face illuminated while the other remains dark, but not hidden to your gaze.

He nods to himself, as if accepting the challenge.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to kiss you,” he begins, forehead pressed to yours, “you have such pretty lips.”

“So do you,” you breathe, slowly melting into his eyes once again.

He laughs, low and breathy, “just relax and let me kiss you. You’ll see how easy it is. Keep your lips just like that.”

A whimper gets caught in your throat when his thumb presses into your lower lip, his own eyes falling shut has you closing your eyes too, holding your breath as you prepare for the contact.

His lips are warm and supple, the taste of mint passing onto your own tongue as he moves his mouth over yours delicately. And there’s nothing else you can think of except him. You’re kissing Jungkook. That thought alone sends a thrill down your spine and you mimic his movements, closing your lips around his bottom lip while he suckles on your top lip.

The whole time you feel like your heart might soar of your chest.

A little frustrated before you finally let your fingers curl around his neck, gasping softly when he pulls away to place two noisy kisses on your mouth. You chase his lips, sad that it’s already over before reality hits you for the second time – you finally kissed.

“See,” he pants, thumb sliding across your cheek, “easy.”

You nod, chuckling emptily.

“That was a baby kiss,” he smiles, not moving an inch.

“Baby kiss?”

“Mhm.”

You’re given no warning before he grabs the back of your head and takes your bottom lip between his teeth, fast and sloppy, earning a quiet whimper from before you fall into his pace. Stomach doing a flip because you’re kissing him again, and you want to enjoy it. You want to savor the feeling of his lips on yours, catching his top lip between your own. Alternating between sucking and tugging the soft petals of his mouth to hear a low groan from him.

The lower part of your abdomen suddenly tight with the sound. A feeling you experienced alone, under your blanket with your fingers between your legs, pretending it was Jungkook.

You gasp when you feel the hot, wet sensation of his tongue prodding at your lower lip, quickly licking into your mouth as it opens for him, rolling the wet muscle against his because you want to hear him more. His large hands creep to your thighs, sliding around to cup your ass and pull you onto his lap. Any trace of anxiety has simmered away, so foreign yet so accustomed to the feeling of his hands on his skin, wanting more and more.

Tilting your head to the side, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck while the other stays snug around the front, feeling his Adam’s apple bob under your touch, you take his tongue between your lips, his taste flooding your mouth as you move your head back, smiling into the kiss once you hear him moan.

When you settle onto his lap, something hard and long poking into your thigh forces you to pull away and look down, eyes widening.

He looks dazed, eyes half-lidded as he rubs the back of his neck coyly, “sorry…erm that’s my—”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I know what that is, Jungkook.”

His hand cups your hips, “yeah…I’m sorry…we can stop here if you want to.”

You shake your head, driven by desire as you grab the collar of his jacket to pull him closer, reconnecting your lips once again. He explores the wetness of your mouth with his tongue, veiny hands doing the same with your body before you feel his crotch make contact with yours, a feeling that sets your every nerve on fire. You leave it to him, having your way with his mouth as he guides your clothed pussy along his cock.

At this point you’re kneeling over him, his head tilted far back while you suction around his tongue, nails digging into his neck as he bucks his hips into yours. You sigh and moan, relishing in the taste of him, his hot mouth on yours the best thing you’ve ever felt.

Second best thing…

After his lips graze your neck, eyes nearly rolling back with the sensation alone. You’re too far gone to stop now. Soaking through your panties because he’s here and he’s real. Kissing and nipping at the column of your throat, not hard enough to leave scars.

Because that would be the end of you.

Dismissing that thought, you take the time to appreciate how relaxed and in sync the two of you had become, your bodies slotting into each other perfectly. As if his and your lips morphed into a shape that would suit the other – unable to pull away as he covers your mouth in another dizzying kiss.

Your hips seem to have a mind of its own, rolling back and forth expertly, pressing your clit into his shaft then up. And back down. Pleasure rolling through you in a way you’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck,” he pants, lips red and swollen as he watches the way you grind on his cock, “where’d you learn to move like that? With your sexy thighs.”

You want to tell him that you don’t need to learn when it comes to him – it all comes naturally to you.

His bottom lip stays tucked between his teeth, opening and closing his mouth but unable to speak because you’re moving your hips faster, drinking in each and every sound he makes. The sweat beading across his forehead and neck appear like glitter, hands flexing on your body before you feel one slide under your shirt.

“Slow down,” he chuckles, anchoring you to his lap, “slow down baby.”

The pet name itself has a fresh emotion knocking at your heart, his voice almost unrecognizable. Laced with need.

“Sorry,” you whisper, hands splayed across his chest that undulates beneath your touch.

He shakes his head, rising from his elbows to kiss the corner of your mouth, “don’t apologize baby. I just…would’ve came right there if you kept it up.”

Suddenly shy after hearing that, you look away, only for him to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I always thought you were pretty, but on top of me like this,” he tsks, a smirk punctuating his words, “you look fucking sexy.”

“Jungkook,” you giggle, covering your eyes with your hands as if your pussy isn’t clenching.

“No, no,” he pouts, feigning indignance, “don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me, ___. Do you know what’s gonna happen if we go further?”

You gulp, feeling him squeeze both your thighs, “yeah.”

A hum rumbles from his chest, the boy under you so different with his gaze and attitude. All cocky.

It turns you on even more.

But what makes you laugh is the fact that he’s asking you all these questions as if you’re still a clueless teenager who doesn’t deal with hormones every single day.

“Did you ever watch any…videos?”

“Porn? Yes, I did. Jungkook.”

His smirk grows wider, eyebrow jumping, “really?”

You smack his chest, rolling your eyes once again. Which is the opposite of what’s going on inside your head, heart and…pussy. It’s a circus.

“Really, Jungkook. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”

In a second, you’re under him, knees hooked around his waist as he presses you the plush quilt. Submerged in darkness, yet you’re still able to make out the way his gaze rakes up and down your figure, ogling the way your boobs spill out of your blouse.

“You’re not? Then tell me, what do you do when you watch?”

The new position has all confidence you’ve built fade away, stuttering when he grabs both your wrists and pins them on either side of your head. He looks ever more handsome from above, doe eyes luring you in deeper, asking you to surrender.

“Hm?”

You flush, eyes dancing across his face before he leans down and presses his lips to your ear, every hair on your body raising with the swift movement.

“I’ll tell you what I do,” he begins, soft lips dragging down the curve of your neck. You’re trembling, not sure what to do with yourself in this moment. The delicious weight of his body on yours is something you wish to etch into your brain.

All you know is that you don’t want any of it to end.

“I find something to watch, but it’s only background noise. Because all I can think about is you, what you would look like naked under me, fucking my own fist and pretending it was your mouth, your pussy, anything as long as it’s you. What your moans would sound like. How fucking amazing I can make you feel. How many times I’ll make you cum in one night. If you gave me the chance.”

You’re dripping, slick slipping down your pussy to settle between your ass cheeks. And you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet and desperate before. Fingers intertwined with his, before he lets go, pulling his sweater off as he kneels between your legs.

Greedily, your gaze drops to his toned abs, reaching up to get a feel of the tough skin. How many nights you spent imagining what he would look like, in this very position. Smiling down at you before he silently asks permission to undo the buttons on your blouse. You watch him take his time with each placket, wishing you could have those long, skilful fingers inside you already.

“Tell me,” he husks, turning around briefly to close the canopy door, blocking the moonlight completely, you admire the muscles on his back, wondering what it would look like when he’s on top of you. Fucking you senseless.

Because that’s what you want.

“Tell you what?”

He kicks off his cargo pants, making a slow descent down the length of your body to stop at your crotch area. Eyes lifting to ask for permission once again.

“You know what.”

You chew on the corner of your mouth, fingers twitching at your sides while he’s peeling off your jeans.

“I think of you.”

A pleased hum sounds from his chest, warm hands gripping your ankles to pull you lower, positioning you to his taste.

“What am I doing when you think of me?”

“You’re…touching me. Everywhere.”

“Hm, and you touch yourself?”

You shut your eyes, nodding meekly, “yes.”

“Show me.”

Stunned, you lift your head off the quilt to shoot him a quizzical look. His lips are parted, zeroed in on your plain white panties. A pink bow on the front. Even if you knew what was going to happen tonight, you couldn’t have worn fancy lingerie – risking your mother finding them when she snoops around in your room. Still, he stares at them like it is fancy lingerie, leaving you charmed.

He repeats his words, grabbing your right hand and guiding it to your pussy. Hesitantly, you spread your legs a bit, embarrassed as you feel his hot breath fan across your fingertips when you touch your swollen clit through the flimsy material, whimpering softly.

“So pretty,” he susurrates, urging you on with the fingers around your wrist, “go on. I wanna know how you would like me to touch you. How you imagine me touching you.”

The thought of him touching you just as you’re touching yourself sends a charge of excitement through you, hand dipping into your panties before you gather your slick on your fingers, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing – hard and fast. You hear him curse, head falling back as you’re enjoy the friction of your own fingers, feeling your pussy ache.

Once you start grinding into your hand, wet sounds increasing, he swats your hand away to pull off your panties, falling flat to his stomach as you feel his warm breath hit your puffy folds.

“Jungkook.”

He gives you one last look before you feel his tongue go rigid against your folds, back arching off the quilt as he tugs at your clothed nipple, shaking his head from side to side.

“Shit!”

You cry out, grinding against his tongue while he slurps and suckles at your clit, your entire body bent to his will as he works you to your high. You’ve never felt such pleasure before, intensified by the fact that it’s Jungkook with his lips pursed around your clit, his big eyes watching your every move, his tongue lapping at your cunt and drinking up every last drop of your essence while he replaces it with his own spit.

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closing momentarily as he drags his tongue through your swollen folds, thumb snagged on the skin above your clit to expose your pulsating bud to his ravenous mouth more, having your legs fall even further apart, sweat collecting on your back.

“G-gonna—” you shudder, thighs locking up around his head as the coil tightens, the sweet taste of bliss so close, hyper focused on the way his tongue hooks onto your clit at the right angle.

He moans against your dripping cunt, fingers pinching your inner thigh before you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You gasp, pussy closing around his finger as he sinks it in. Your chest heaves, eyes flying open as you sit up on your elbows to watch him fuck his finger into you and lap at your spread pussy. One of his thick, knuckly fingers is equivalent two of yours, dragging along your ridged folds before he adds another, ensuing a strangled moan from your parted lips.

Your head falls to the side, thighs trembling as he curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting that spot inside you just right.

“Ah fuck! Right there,” you cry, weaving a hand through his hair as you jut your hips, tongue pressed into your clit while he adds a third finger, loud squelching on each thrust joining your strained moans.

It washes over you a lot faster, eyes watering as you cum on his tongue, crying out his name, tugging at his hair when he fucks his fingers into you at breakneck speed, thrashing under him.

“You taste so fucking good.”

He places one last kiss on your clit before nipping at the sensitive skin of your thigh, leaving you breathless. You only realize you were drooling when he slides two fingers across your wet cheek and sets it on your tongue, pressing down on it. Your eyes flicker up to meet his, closing your lips around the digits and sucking, bobbing your head as best as you can while you’re still recovering from your high.

Grinning, he tilts his head to kiss you passionately, gripping your chin with his slick fingers as he reaches under you to unhook your bra, tossing it to the side along with his boxer briefs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts, kissing down the valley of your breasts as he takes one into his hand, kneading at the flesh to have your pussy aching once again. Hoping he would live up to what he had said earlier. About making you cum.

Because you want it. As much you want him.

He sits back on his heels, cock bobbing against his abs as you admire each other. Goofy smile splitting his face.

His cock is just as pretty as him. Only angrier and redder. You’re salivating.

“I want to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you blurt, fingers climbing up his thigh before you finally wrap a hand around the base of his cock. Watching his face as it contorts into pure bliss when you rub at the tip like you remember seeing before, thumb splitting the tip to gather all his juices and spread it across the veiny shaft.

“Ah,” he chuckles breathlessly, rolling his hips into your hand, “l-let me get a condom. Don’t w-wanna – shit, don’t want any accidents.”

A part of you wonders if Jungkook always keeps condoms in his backpack. Of course, he had obviously done this before. But you still hear yourself ask the question.

He fumbles with the foil packet, “yeah…of course I’ve done this before.”

Yearning flares in your lower belly once again, even if you know it’s going to hurt. But it’s Jungkook, it’ll be okay. And he makes it okay, kissing you sweet and delicately as he lines his cock with your entrance.

He pushes his hips forward and you can’t help but whimper, your entire body tensing up with the sensation of his girthy cock presses into your most sensitive parts.

“Shhh,” he hushes, heated palm smoothing down your head, “it’s okay. I’ll go slow.”

His words are strained, biting his lip so hard as he sinks in further, breath knocked out of your lungs once he’s buried to the hilt. You cling onto his back, nails piercing his skin as you feel a tear roll down your cheek, one he kisses away. There’s no other way to describe it except that you feel full, stuffed, pressure building in your pussy and when you clench around him involuntarily, you feel stretched by his cock.

“Fuck,” he throws his head back, chest rubbing into your boobs as he sinks impossibly close, “you’re so tight. Shit, I’m gonna go slow, okay?”

You nod, shivering at the sudden drop in temperature before the heat kicks in again once he starts to move, unable to stop the pained moans from leaving your lips. He throws the maroon quilt you had abandoned earlier over his back, warmth enveloping you once again as he checks in with you.

“This better? Are you sure you wanna continue?”

The crease between his brows, painfully hard cock stuck inside you prevents you from saying no. However, your own burgeoning desire, the tension growing between you is the only reason. And you wouldn’t stop now.

When Jungkook, the guy you’ve been crushing on since the beginning of high school, is buried deep inside you, kissing you so tenderly, hyperaware of your every sound.

You assure that it’s okay, hooking your legs around him and enduring the pain a little longer, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust once you find feeling in your thighs again. He laughs breathily, holding himself up on his forearms as you watch how his thick cock sinks into your dripping cunt, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly when he grabs your thighs and begins to flex his hips into yours at a faster pace.

“Fuck, finally get to fuck this pussy,” he grits, holding you up so his cock can slide in and out, the sounds of his skin slapping into yours fills the balmy air, “you smell so fucking good, taste so fucking good. I could fuck you all day. FUCK!”

The last fuck comes out more aggressive than the others, hips stalling as he twitches and shivers, his chest and neck a bright red. He buries his face in your neck, and you think it’s over, running a hand down the back of his head a little confused.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, kissing the side of your throat as you feel his cock slip out of your pussy, still throbbing in need, “fuck, you’re just…amazing. I…ugh.”

You laugh, slowly catching up to speed, “it’s okay.”

Muttering to himself, he places several sloppy kisses down your belly, stopping to dip his tongue into your navel. You shiver, mind going hazy when he presses his fingers to your battered cunt.

“It’s not okay,” he grits out, rubbing your sensitive clit in slow circles, “I want you to cum for me, again. Give me another.”

Your fingers twist at the quilt, back arched as he rubs your clit furiously, having you moaning and crying out incoherently before a ringing sound pierces your ears, eyes shut in ecstasy as the sensation hits you once again, cunt fluttering around nothing when you cum for a second time because of him.

He slides in next to you, arm draped around your waist as he kisses you through it, free hand still pressed to your pussy before you twitch with overstimulation, shoving his hand away.

Everything besides you and Jungkook, in this moment, falls away. You seem to lose track of time, enraptured by him as you gaze into each other’s eyes, rubbing your nose against his. The locket sits between your breasts, flushed skin growing hot when he slides a hand up and down your chest, the other drifting over each dip and curve of your body.

You don’t know how long you sit there, tangled in each other. And you’ve never felt such bliss before, a feeling beyond happiness. Engulfed by everything that is Jungkook, your best friend and lover.

He smiles, all dimpled and shy, “that was…”

“Great,” you finish, about to say something else when he cuts you off.

“Do you wanna…go again?”

You answer is an immediate yes, giggling when he presses a kiss to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, smothering you with his weight once again and his rock-hard cock digging into your belly.

“Maybe I won’t go slow this time,” he beams, sighing when you kiss up the line of his sharp jaw, “and you’ll cum on my cock.”

“Maybe.”

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, “maybe? Are you challenging me?”

“If that’s what will get you to fuck me the way I want.”

“Hey,” he pouts, “I was being gentle.”

“I know,” you soothe, running a hand down his cheek. Even if you’re still sore from earlier, you’ll have him again, to experience the rush that only he gives. The frenzying lust his eyes alone spark.

A feeling one could confuse with love.

Except you know that it is.

When all you’re secure about, when you attempt to envision your future, is him.

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risqué | masterlist

masterlist of series ‘risqué’ by mercurygguk.

all chapters are written in chronological order except for the drabbles!

↳ warnings will be stated in the top of the chapters and on this page as well — all works are 18+ !!

status; ongoing

moodboard 1 & 2 · risqué tag · all drabbles · playlist · taglist

– SPECIAL: valentine’s day (not part of timeline)

– drabble #1: when you first met

➵ PART ONE (m) 

↳ the one where jungkook realizes you’re not a 15-year-old girl with a silly crush anymore, but rather a seductive, young woman with her eyes set on him. you’re tempting but is it worth the risk for jungkook?

warnings; swearing, slight choking, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degrading names (jk calls reader a slut and a brat), bit of dom!jk, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), creampie, cum eating

wc; 9.2k

➵ PART TWO (m)

↳ the one where jungkook finds himself stuck between doing what’s morally correct and giving in to his feelings and desires. what will he choose?

warnings; swearing, mentions of alcohol + being drunk, arguing, so much teasing, bit of dom!jk, making out, grinding, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, cum eating, handjob, unprotected sex (don’t do it), degrading names, creampie, they’re holding hands, aftercare + cuddles <3

wc; 22k

– drabble #2; you ask about the nickname (m)

– drabble #3; jungkook plays with fire (m)

– drabble #4; midnight call (m)

➵ PART THREE (m)

↳ the one where serious feelings start to blossom and jungkook slowly begins to understand what he has gotten himself into. however, just as things start to fall into place, his boss returns to the office earlier than expected.

warnings; mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, swearing, dirty talk, kissing, nipple play, dom!jk, grinding, fingering, oral sex (f & m), multiple orgasms, bondage, ass play, spit, rimming, choking, manhandling, degrading names, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all!), cream pie

wc; 22.2k

– drabble #5; the teasing photos (m)

– drabble #6; both of you are too impatient (m)

– drabble #7; a lazy, hot morning (m)

– drabble #8; look at you (m)

➵ PART FOUR (m) · currently writing !

↳ the one where Jungkook and you are facing the consequences of sneaking around behind your father’s back. Now Jungkook is left with a decision to make: forget about everything he had with you and move on or let himself be truly happy even though it means risking everything he’s worked so hard for?

warnings; tba

wc; tba

➵ PART FIVE (m) not certain yet !

↳ tbd

warnings; tbd

wc; tbd

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You Broke Me First; COMPLETED

(pls ignore time stamps)

disclaimer: spelling and grammar mistakes are included ♡ 

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↳ warnings: swear words, mentions of bullying

jimin x reader x jungkook au; fakedating!au

Y/n and Jimin have been best friends since they were five. Along the way of their friendship, y/n happens to fall in love with said bestfriend. Will she ever tell him? sure… when she’s six feet under. This is a secret that she’s prepared to take to the grave. Even if she believes that Jimin is the only guy for her, she’s convinced herself that he does not and will not feel the same. So she keeps quiet and copes with her feelings the best way that she can. Then comes this bunny smiled boy who doesn’t believe in staying in the background. Jungkook wants to make the best of his life and live on with no regrets. When Jungkook finds out y/n’s dilemma, he goes out of his way to set the two up together as he believes that there’s absolutely no way that Jimin doesn’t have feelings for her. What’s the emotion that brings out unknown feelings more than any other? jealousy. Let’s hope, for the sake of y/n, that Jungkook’s idea goes according to plan.

prologue

1 - i wasn’t yelling???

2 - but not baby arms :(

3 - you have a thing for tattoos??

4 - i thought you were smart

5 - press f to pay respects

6 - don’t. make. the baby. s a d.

7 - that.. was kind of weird

8 - he’ll take care of you

9 - i have A PLAN

10 - and live

11 - i thought about it

12 - i showed you my penis

13 - stress free fluff balls

14 - we noticed.

15 - but who won in the end???

16 - punchable face

17 - happy to help

18 - for the sake of the plan

19 - knowing what you know

20 - good chance

21 - completely platonic

22 - bunny bf

23 - just a nickname

24 - i won’t hurt him

25 - phase 2

26 - wholeheartedly

27 - i know angel, i know

28 - be like you

29 - the mandacity

30 - foot fetish

31 - just once

32 - it’s all worth it

33 - perfect for eachother

34 - the happy couple

35 - for all time

36 - babygirl

37 - what if i am?

38 - i’m sorry i can’t be her

39 - use a microwave

40 - right headspace

41 - it’s a date

42 - boom boom

43 - i’m gonna throw up

44 - i’m your boyfriend

45 - you feel safe

46 - never seen

47 - okay daddy

48 - 방탄소년단

49 - i pulled away

50 - what if

51 - i know i’m not

52 - congratulations

53 - i love him but i broke him

54 - i wanted it to be you

55 - the real reason

56 - i genuinely do not care

57 - who did you hurt for yours

58 - vaguely familiar

59 - as a necklace

60 - in a different way

61 - cute girl on the couch pt. 2

62 - do it coward

63 - keep in check

64 - he can stay

65 - operation: get y/n a bf

66 - obsessed much?

67 - officially official

68 - The End.

epilogue

Rattled 01 (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader {Kim Namjoon/Reader, briefly}

{Genre} Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, Smut

{Rating} E 18+

{Word Count} 10.3K

{Warnings} angst, anxiety, depictions of panic attack, lots of crying, feelings of hopelessness, very brief non graphic sex. 

{Series Masterlist}

{Banner by @stutterfly​}

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Cupid's Paw

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, University AU.

Summary: In a world where two people are so similar that they can’t get along, Jungkook spends the majority of his time avoiding you for reasons unbeknownst to him. But when a certain four-legged angel decides it’s time to put a stop to that, Jungkook wonders why he ever wanted to stay away from the only person who could offer the love he always needed.

A/n: New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 12AM KST!

Teaser // Teaser 2

Main Masterlist

🐾Chapter 1: Chocolates

Should it be a good thing that the only difference between you and Jungkook is that you don't like chocolates?

🐾Chapter 2: The Best Mentor

Namjoon comforts you when you feel low and unworthy.

🐾Chapter 3: Bam

The main hero makes his entry.

🐾Chapter 4: Kimchi

You're introduced to your neighbor's mother much earlier than you think you should've been.

🐾Chapter 5: Egg Sandwich

Jungkook is embarrassed when he knocks at your door, but the only thing that he could offer you is an egg sandwich.

🐾Chapter 6: Killer pup

There's a certain creature that loves scaring the shit out of you, especially with a knife in his mouth.

🐾Chapter 7: Wine and Apologies

You're quite surprised when you find out that drinking wine with a stranger feels so good.

🐾Chapter 8: Syncope

Bam leads Jungkook to you when you're at your worst.

🐾Chapter 9: Whiskey

Bam leads you to Jungkook when he's at his worst.

🐾Chapter 10: Shy

Children always look away when they witness their parents kissing. Is that why Bam is shy?

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Hooked || masterlist

-> things get carried away with the campus good boy after you agree to help him have some actual fun at a party. but hold up now because you're not the one supposed to be hooked.

Pairings: nerd!jimin x fem!reader

Genre: college!au, mutual pining, pwp, fluff, eventual fwb 2 lovers, some angst

Warnings: explicit sexual content. noted per drabble. minors dni please.

If you'd like to be added to the series, leave a comment, reblog, or dm! You're already added if you're on my permanent taglist ❤️ please have your age range (18+) on your blog somewhere in order to be tagged, thanks!!

Feel free to send an ask addressed to one of the Hooked! characters if you'd like to talk to them ^^

✿ Hooked (8K)

✿ Classroom Etiquette (5.5K)

✿ Mixed Signals (5.9K)

✿ Thinking About You (9.3K)

✿ Rumor Has It (8.8K)

✿ Unexpected Calls (TBD)

✿ Eyes on You (TBD)

an ode to a broken heart (m.)—masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

summary: you’ve watched jeon jungkook slip out of your reach your entire life. now it’s time for you to finally move on, bury the past and open a new chapter. however, you’re doing it in your own, unconventional way - by publishing anonymously a novel about your miserable relationship.

prologue: october sky

it’s october, the sky today is clear and cloudless, just like your love for certain raven-haired boy. first is abnormality, second - a cruel reality.

chapter one: beginning of an end

loving jeon jungkook is, above all, the beginning of an end.

chapter two: of peonies and broken promises

you are twenty-four, hopelessly in love with your best friend and peonies still make you nauseous, just like they did eleven years ago.

chapter three: from magnolia with love

you’ve watched jeon jungkook slip out of your reach your entire life. onw it’s time for you to finally move on, bury the past and open a new chapter. however, you’re doing it in your own, unconventional way - by publishing anonymously a novel about your miserable relationship.

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I’m Not Yours | kth. masterlist

“When the rain stops you shine on me, your light’s the only thing that keeps the cold out.”

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : When your childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung moves back into town, you expect the next few years to be reminiscent of your younger years. Awkward, tense and quiet. What you don’t expect is being forced to distract him from his overbearing crush on your mutual best friend, Eunji.

↠ genre : university au, estranged childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, art student!taehyung, literature student!reader, angst, fluff & smut

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, mentions of anxiety and depression, bad & toxic friends, lots of feelings, small forms of violence (with other characters), explicit sexual content. (additional warnings will be given with each chapter!)

↠ banner : by the sweetest @lavienvante 🤎 thank you so much for making me the prettiest banner!! <3 go check out her works 🤎

↠ a/n : here is the masterlist for my first series! i am beyond excited to share this with you & i hope you enjoy this journey as much as i do! happy reading <3

↠ series song : christmas tree - taehyung (the lyrics fit this series oh so perfectly 🤎)

❦ chapter 1 : a lane in the public gardens at arles - 1888 [7K]

❦ chapter 2 : water lilies and japanese bridge - 1899 [10K]

❦ chapter 3 : the weeping woman - 1937 [22K]

❦ chapter 4 : at eternity’s gate - 1890 [writing…]

❦ chapter 5 : starlight street at night - 1990

❦ chapter 6 : the night cafe - 1888

❦ chapter 7 : snow at argenteuil - 1874

❦ chapter 8 : almond blossoms - 1890

❦ chapter 9 : the artist’s garden at giverny - 1900

❦ chapter 10 : view from the artist’s window - 1823

❦ epilogue : the starry night - 1889

❦ extras :

↠ glossary - a closer insight to the iny!world & characters. here you can find the answers to any important questions and information about the characters. this will be added to as the story goes on.

↠ playlist - have a listen to their songs (thank you @lavienvante for helping 🤎)

↠ your thoughts - a collection of our thoughts

start date : 30.12.21 || 00:00 KST

finish date :

↠ FAQ :

how often will you update?

updates for this series will be random! i will be writing as much as i can in my free time. i am busy right now with my jobs & uni, so my updates will be scheduled around that. i do however, work on this series daily and love seeing what everyone has to say about it <3

how i envision y/n & eunji?

here you can find moodboards that portray how i personally see both y/n & eunji !! you’re all open to your own interpretation of course, but i wanted to share mine :) feel free to show me how you paint them in your minds!

how i envision iny!tae?

here you can find a variety of pictures that i feel remind me of taehyung in this story. everyone is of course entitled to envision whatever they want to. also, these taehyung’s are not just iny!tae , they can well be a taehyung in another writers story. please understand that i am not gatekeeping any of these taehyung’s to my story.

what do the dates next to the chapters mean?

all of the chapters are named after famous paintings because iny!tae is an art student and iny!oc adores art. the dates beside the chapter title represent the year in which that specific painting was published!

why does taehyung call oc ‘peach’?

peach is a nickname that taehyung gave to oc when they were younger. it is something that has stuck with him since then! the story behind the nickname can be found in chapter two <3

as we were, ch.3 — JJK [m]

as we were | jeon jungkook x reader ᝢ AO3

chapters | 01 | 02 | 03 | ✎…

⟶ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining, 

⟶ 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 18+

⟶𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 7.5k

⟶ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : You see him again, and someone else comforts you through the pain…

⟶ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : heavy angst (as always…..), aww!jk (needs its own warning at this point), talks of attempted suicide & slight depression (very breafly), talk of minor character death, pining, some more heartbreak 

⟶ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : a little less wc for this one—it’s not a filler but its a “lighter” (not really) chapter compared to all the bombs that are yet to come 😁 hope u all enjoy & don’t hesitate to reblog or give feedback if u like this story 🫶🫶

⟶ 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 :  happier by olivia rodrigo

                           #03: starry nights and ugly fights

˚➶ ｡˚

One week since the breakup

Jungkook feels like shit, utter shit. It’s been a week since you left, and that’s how he feels, like garbage. 

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bad influence: collection

Status: ongoing

All stories are written out of chronological order. Please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works. I only post here on tumblr. 

The drabbles are part of the main storyline!

↳ more lore about the bad influence couple can be found under the “bad influence” tag! 

↳  spotify playlist // all texts // chronological order // bi extras

↳ BAD INFLUENCE

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much

— words; 4.5k

→ drabble one: first meeting 

→  drabble two: mid-sex arguments 

↳ BAD BEHAVIOR 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

→ drabble three: hickeys 

→ drabble four: calming you down

→ drabble five: jungkook’s bday bj

→ drabble six: be quiet

↳ BAD REPUTATION 

— summary; in which you have to deal with some strange emotions for the first time.

— contents and warnings; smut, angst, fluff, the endless adventures of badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers ;), mutual pining, huge trigger warning for feelings (I know, gross), jk smokes, jealousy, a bit of possessiveness, the oc is Confused and Angry over nothing, Jisoo would trade jk’s soul for one corn chip, the oc gets shamefully drunk, vague mention of drugs (no use), mean arguments :((, the smut warnings include: dirty talk, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), oral sex (female receiving), grinding, fingering, cockwarming, edging, multiple orgasms, begging, overstimulation, praise, dom!jk x sub!oc, breast play, creampie, orgasm control/denial  

— words; 19,6k (don’t mention it)

↳ BAD ATTITUDE

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

→ drabble seven: nerves 

→ drabble eight: night drive

→ drabble nine: pregnancy scare 

→ drabble ten: slow 

↳ BAD HABIT 

— summary; in which your little secret starts to get out of hand.

— contents and warnings; smut, sprinkles of fluff and angst, mutual pining, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, smoking, mentions of alcohol, mention of vomit, jk and Jisoo are mortal enemies, Taehyung gets his eureka moment, and for the smut warnings: dirty talk, spit kink, dom!jk x sub!reader, breast play, rough sex, mild possessiveness, grinding, so much kissing, oral (fem receiving), cum eating, spanking, manhandling, bondage (using a belt… anyways so-), unprotected sex (don’t be dumb!!! this is fiction), very vague corruption kink, creampie, cockwarming (no one is surprised), praise, degradation makes a comeback (+ use of the word “slut”), the long awaited return of jk being mean, orgasm control/denial, oc kinda cries out of frustration but she’s having a good time, they are in love but are too dumb to realize

— words; 16,7k

→ drabble eleven: home

→  drabble twelve: sexting 

→ drabble thirteen: almost

→ drabble fourteen: sidetracked 

↳ BAD ROMANCE 

— summary; in which the two of you finally make it official.

— contents and warnings; gross fluff, a bit of angst, smut, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, honestly emotionally constipated idiots to lovers, so much mutual pining, cinematic parallels, cute dates, a spark of jealousy/possiveness (mostly playful), the return of car sex, dirty talk, breast play, dom!jk x sub!reader, fingering, spitting, oral (female receiving), cum eating, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb!!), a fuckton of praise kink bc jk is going through it, another glimpse into the demon that lives inside the oc lol, begging, mentions of marking (hickeys), creampie, cockwarming (you already know), jk is whipped and he’s not even hiding it anymore, it’s official ladies!!!

— words; 18,4k

→ drabble fifteen: tribulation

→ drabble sixteen: too much, too little 

→ drabble seventeen: payback 

→ drabble eighteen: hold your breath

→ drabble nineteen: [redacted]

→ drabble twenty: feels like summer

↳ BAD KARMA 

— summary; in which you two can’t run from your problems any longer.

— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, a disgusting amount of angst, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, (not so) secret relationship, arguments, smoking, they take a break, everyone is sad, jisoo feels betrayed, more cinematic parallels to the previous parts, FINALLY the L word, two smut scenes!, dirty talk, breast play, so much kissing, soft sex, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, fingering, pet names, praise kink, 1 single spank, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, sentimental cockwarming lol, one (1) mention of “daddy” but more mockingly than as the actual kink, anyways this goes downhill really fast but it has a happy ending so hang on!!

— words; 23,7k