Euphoria (M)

Euphoria (M)

Jungkook x reader

angst • fluff • smut 

established relationship, time travel au

Word count: 6k

At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day. 

Part of the Love Yourself collab

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comfort joon for @namchyoon ♡

Through The Phone

Rated: M

Warning: Dirty talk galore, mentions of graphic smut, season 3 Game of Thrones spoilers.

Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another… what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex. 

Note: where did this come from and why tf did it get fluffy at the end thats not the way pwps are supposed to end i hate myself. btw the pacing is probably a little rushed because i wrote this between the hours of 2am and 5am :))

Words: 3.1k

You rolled over onto your back in bed, sighing dramatically as you pushed the covers off of your upper body, suddenly feeling too hot for them. The coldness of the bedroom was a contrast to your warm exposed skin, immediately arousing your nipples from the chilly sensation and giving you goosebumps all over. You turned your head to the side to look at the alarm clock that sat on your nightstand.

2:06 A.M.

This had been happening to you a lot lately, waking up in the middle of the night because of the intense dreams you’ve been having. Even in your sleep, you couldn’t escape the extreme desires you had that seemed to be getting harder to deal with more and more each and every day that passed without your fiance.

You shamefully pressed your thighs together, trying anything that would help ease the intense yearning sensation you felt between them.

The dream you had just experienced that involved your fiance had gotten you so worked up, that you could feel the evidence of your arousal leak out of your folds and drip down one of your ass cheeks onto the sheets beneath you. You felt your face heat up at the fact a simple dream about Namjoon had provoked your body so severely. But it was silly actually, because you were the only one in the room. The only one in the entire huge apartment, to be exact.

You were utterly alone, so why must you be so shy by the way your body was reacting?

With a sigh escaping your lips, you reached across for your phone that was on the complete opposite side of the bed at the very edge - a result of your restless sleeping, no doubt. And without a second thought, your fingers flew across the screen and soon your phone was calling your fiance.

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Colors 03: Black and Blue and Pink All Over (M) | JJK + KTH + PJM

♥ Summary 

     ↳ Jimin and Taehyung walk in on Jungkook fucking you and don’t leave. Jungkook decides it’s a great opportunity to put them in their place, have some fun, and remind you whose you are. 

          ♥ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader; Taehyung x Reader; Jimin x Reader; (M/M/M/F)

          ♥ Rating:  Explicit 

               ♥ A/N: This was the first fic I ever wrote and has been moved off of my masterlist to my “archived” list because I feel as if it doesn’t represent my writing now. I’ve kept the fic/series up for those of you loved reading it. If you’re new, please keep in mind my writing style and goals have changed a lot since I wrote this. Whether your like “Colors” or not, I would still recommend checking out my current Masterlist to see what I’ve been up to and how I’ve changed and improved.            ♥ Word Count: 6.2-6.3k;

          ♥ Series: Part One; Part Two

          ♥ Genre: Smut (like absolutely filthy smut.) Fluff. 

          ♥ Content Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, slight love… tripod? very jealous Jungkook, jealous Taehyung, jealous Jimin, dirty talk, masturbation, pining, oral sex (female and male receiving), foursome, rough sex, cum eating, noona kink, rough oral sex, dom!Jungkook, switch!Taehyung, switch!Jimin, spit roasting, double penetration, triple penetration, tit jobs, squirting (referenced),  overstimulation, more pining, Jungkook is whipped for reader, like hella whipped

          ♥ A/N: Here it is, everyone. Filth. This is absolute filth. I don’t know how each chapter got dirtier than the last, but here we are. Let me know if you have a favorite part; I eat that shit up. Please feel free to comment, send an ask, or message me about the fic! 

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Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference. 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint. 

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

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Witches’ Brew [M]

Description: When Yoongi messes up a potion he ensures that it doesn’t go to waste   

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre/Warnings: pwp, Witch!au, slight e2l, brief mention of them being roommates, dom/sub undertones, aphrodisiac usage, choking, spanking, spitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, slight over stimulation. 

a/n: I sent @seokoloqy this dream a WHILE ago so that’s what this is based off. Fun fact! I actually practice witchcraft so the spell that they do in this fic is based off of one of my own personal spells from my grimoire. Think of these witches like… the ones from AHS season 3 lmao. 

“You need moon water” you say, going to hand the slim black-haired boy beside you the jar of clear liquid you had kept outside overnight to absorb the energy of the full moon. Yoongi, who was been in the middle of burning herbs to add to the spell dismisses you with a flick of his hand.

“I already added rose water to the mixture.”

“You added rose water— to a protection spell?” You questioned. Yoongi shrugs, adding the burned herbs to a mortar and pestle to grind into ashes and completely ignoring you in the process. Annoyed, you wave your hand at the mortar and pestle sending it skidding across to the other end of the table, and he turns to you, equally as annoyed.

“What?”

“Are you dumb?”

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