Vaunt (m) | Jeon Jungkook

vaunt (m) | jeon jungkook

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.

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I wish you would write something/anything about dad!yoongi 😭🙏🏻

in the this tiny space universe. happy birthday to min Suga ! luv u good pisces man 🥺

rated m

There’s a charge in the air when Soonbok isn’t home hounding down her dad for playtime. It’s a great jumpstart to your lacking sex drive though. You haven’t slurped on Yoongi’s dick this vigorously in a good while.

“Ugh,” your husband groans, slick thighs spread atop the sheets you rolled out of twenty minutes ago. “Feels–fuck–can you–take your shirt off.”

“Feeling kinda bad today though.” And it’s true. Those sticky oils Mama gave you during pregnancy could only do so much for your rubbery skin. “Will you still fuck me?”

“Get up here, woman,” Yoongi commands instead. “Lie on your side.” You crawl over him, dropping a kiss to his dry lips before plopping down with no grace. Immediately Yoongi’s cold fingers find their way under your nightgown, tracing right over your wrinkled stomach. “I love you and your body, you know that.”

There’s a fluttering inside. “Thanks babe.”

“I mean it.” He lifts your thigh up with a strong hand, a draft teasing the heat of your arousal but Yoongi’s dick warms you up even more, sliding in with no resistance and you mewl into the pillow. 

“Oh fuck,” you murmur when he bottoms out. His lips are puckered on your neck. “You’re so deep.”

Somehow he pushes in more. “Good.”

Yoongi’s dick plays right into your pleasure, thrust for soft thrust hitting all the nerves that have your eyes rolling back. There’s a block in your throat that warns you not to be too loud but now Yoongi has his hand on your tit to play with your nipple and you moan, “Hnng–! Yoon-gi…”

“I know you can be louder, baby.” He’s preening himself, you know he is, because he’s a step ahead in realizing you have the house to yourself. Always a step ahead too, because you can’t seem to lose yourself in his cock the way he wants you to. And it’s like he senses this; he fucks into you faster, bursts of his breath washing over your throat and you squeal. “There you go.”

You laugh. Your leg is starting to hurt. “Cum inside me.”

“I will,” Yoongi stutters. “God–fuck I–” His movements are sharp, too quick for you to come nicely but the feel of the minute twitches of his cock caught inside your sex is just as good. You sigh as he groans. “Hold your leg up.”

Once you have a hold of your thigh Yoongi slips a hand down to your clit, rubbing tightly and you twitch in his hold, dick still obediently stowed inside your cunt. “S-Shit–”

“I got you,” he says.

“Coming–oh!”

It’s quick, like a flash of something sweet and you’re panting and sweating where Yoongi’s body meets yours. He still hasn’t pulled out. “Think this might be number two?”

You freeze. “You–really?”

You know he doesn’t want you to see but you feel him grin. “Yeah.”

And talks about trying again weren’t uncommon but they definitely weren’t put into action intentionally. You thought he was gonna come down your throat this morning. You’re trying not to cry. “T-Then–yeah–yeah, I hope so.” Yoongi turns your chin with a soiled finger. “Happy birthday.”

Now he’s beaming. “You make me the man I am today.” 

And now you’re really crying. But he takes it in stride with a laugh and a tear of his, too.

Jungkook + ⌛ for a reincarnation/past lives au :))

— jungkook + reincarnation au + collar full by panic! at the disco (m)

— 664 words; fluff, humor??

you’ve got a pocketful of reasons why (you’re here tonight)

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Tooth and Claw

Word count: 10.7k 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: rough, penetrative werewolf sex, blood, biting, knotting, hair pulling, slight body horror, slight impregnation kink, buckets of cum

A/N: I say this for everything but I legit nearly died getting this out. I spent many hours agonizing over lots of it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

The Kingdom: Tooth and Claw | Moonsent

Sympathetic to the plight of the werewolves your kind have culled to near-extinction, life as a human informant has never been one of safety. However, when you catch the eye of an alpha, your situation only grows more perilous. 

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; Scrunchie (m.)

⇝Synopsis: Jungkook’s man bun falls out while going down on you.

Quote ❘  “I swear to god if you don’t get your fucking head between my legs, then I’ll push it down for you.”

Genre ❘ literally just pwp, established relationship, a thunder of fluff, a storm of smut.

Pairings ❘ Jungkook x reader

Word count ❘ 1.6k

Warnings ❘  Jungkook is deadly with a man bun, oral (female receiving), attempts of humour, squirting, light dirty talk.

Notes ❘ This was literally supposed to be a PARAGRAPH long imagine, but my ass was thinking about it all night, and I just woke up to write this, so I guess you’re welcome since this is a lot better :)

The day was coming to another end. The sun was setting and the night was crawling in slowly; So, naturally you and Jungkook were slowly laying in bed. His arm under you while you nuzzled your head into his neck, legs intertwined.

You giggle like a teen in love as Jungkook showers your forehead with kisses, each one raining down fast, feeling lighter each time he showed his affection. 

Wanting to show your love back, you nuzzle your nose into his while you hug him tighter. 

But then you felt it.

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hiiii if you're still doing the 5 word thingy: “how about you make me?” + “do it. i dare you.”

Anonymous said to lunyua: i forgot to ask lmfao the prompt i sent was for jungkook uwu

pecks u on the cheek! from this list, and I used this prompt

warning: (unprotected) sex! the riding kind! while ur baking (in the makeup way ha ha)

It’d taken a lot of convincing and not that many kisses for Jeongguk to get you to go out tonight. And it wasn’t the reclusive part of you that had you hesitating, but if he’d at least gotten to sweetening you up more than an hour and half before Namjoon comes then you could’ve gone for your falsies. Now it had to be a waterproof mascara kind of night.

“Watching you do your makeup is kinda hot,” Jeongguk says.

You just finished baking. “Aw. Even if I look a dumbass?”

“I think you’re sexy all the time, baby.”

“Aw.”

He comes up behind you, settling his hands on the back of your chair. Stares at you through the vanity mirror like a hawk. “You come here often?”

“Shut up,” you say. “Go. Go be useful with your games or something.”

“Why can’t I just I watch you?”

“Because you have that look in your eye.” He does, and smiles. “That thing. When they kinda just–look. Like you want to do something.” Maybe you’re just stupidly affected by your boyfriend–it’s the way the lights hit his eyes, God–because suddenly you can’t process any coherent thought. Jeongguk shrugs.

“Wanna ride me?”

You scoff. You were already cutting it when you decided to put concealer around your eyebrows. “How about you make me?”

“No really,” Jeongguk says. “Like. Do it. Please? Will you do it if I dare you?”

“Do I look like I have one braincell?”

“No. I wanna know what you look like when I stuff you with my dick, though.”

You choke. “You did not.”

“Baby please. I just made myself half-hard just saying that.” He steps aside to show you the hard curve in his jeans with a raise of his eyebrow.

You’re starting to think the one with one braincell is Jeongguk. But you won’t be too mean. “Then go jerk off, slut.” 

“But then I’ll be sad,” he reasons.

You grab your eyelash curler. “Aw.”

Jeongguk sighs. Leans down, his cheek touching yours, but only slightly because you’ve already done your bronzer and he knows you hate it when he touches your face unprecedented. “If you’re actually annoyed I’ll leave you alone, you know that. But your knee is bouncing and that means I got you thinking.”

Oh what the fuck. Trust him to notice that when he needs his dick wet. But now you’re wet too. “You can’t kiss me, though,” you say. Jeongguk has you out of your seat and into a straddle over his lap in an instant. A giddy jump in his hips because you’re where you both want you to be. “So get creative.”

He hums. “You still have the lube in your drawer?” He watches as you slide one open behind you. A clear little bottle like it’s a prize because suddenly you’re giddy too. “My little cock-warmer.”

“You flatter me,” you muse. “Get your pants down.”

“You’re so needy.” A tease that earns a pinch to his nose. He whines, shoves his underwear down too while he’s at it. “Okay I’m so hard, goddamn.”

You hide the lurch in your stomach by grabbing Jeongguk’s palm, squirting a generous amount of lube. He looks at you confused. “Don’t wanna get my hands dirty,” you say.

He huffs. Drags his hand over his dick like he wants you to beg for it. You just might, but the time on the alarm clock is telling you not to. “Wanna kiss you.”

“You say that as if I don’t have a neck.”

Jeongguk contemplates. “Can I leave a mark?”

Well. You did just get a new full-coverage concealer. And you still haven’t used the colour corrector palette Sejeong bought you. “Fine.”

“Ah, can you–sit on me now?” His hand’s curled into a tight fist. Your shorts come off, panties discarded in the same hurried fashion. You’d wallow in the embarrassing amount of slick coating your pussy but Jeongguk has the tip of his cock pressed to you in a way that has your mind careening. You warm him up, and he groans. “Oh shit you’re tight.”

And he’s big. Always has been. But you won’t say anything because then he’ll probably smirk and you’ll combust. You feel something in you build when you feel him bottom out, though. “Fuck.”

Jeongguk’s hands find refuge on your ass. Gives it a good squeeze. You lick your lips. He whines. Moves. And it’s a soft rhythm, a slow ballad into your sex that has you keening, forehead about to drop on his shoulder but you remember about Laura Mercier and why that won’t look good on Jeongguk’s shirt. Distracted from trying not to ruin his clothes, you feel his lips trail from your shoulder to your neck. Wet because of your promise for bruises and you want it; his breath laboured because he won’t say it but he’s just as fucked as you are. Dynamics in your sensual duet.

His teeth are hard against your skin. “Shit you–good. Fuck me harder babe.”

“Mmmm–” admittedly you’d just let him rut into you, but now you lift up on him too– “fffuck.” Eyes rolling back because he hits deep. Then he grips you tighter and pounds into you and you don’t know what to do. Clawing at his shoulders, you cry out. “Oh my God you–nnnggghhhh–!”

Jeongguk pants into your neck. “You’re–allmineoh f-fffuck you–stop clenching like that–”

“I want you to cum in me.” You gasp into a laugh when he slaps your ass.

“You’re a menace and my favourite oh my fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I’ll cum, so sexy–”

Digging the balls of your feet into the floor you move at a racer’s pace, cunt a sucker’s paradise from the way Jeongguk can’t seem to focus anywhere else but downwards. The squelch of your meeting with the hilt of his dick so loud your face burns. Jeongguk moves your shirt up, grabbing your bra down and sucking on your tit with unmatched vigour. Biting in a message that says he’s close. “Jeongguk,” you moan. “Ngghh!”

“Like that,” he says with a mouthful of you. Tongue smooth on your nipple in a wet drag and you feel yourself vibrate. “God I’m cumming I’m cumming–”

Jeongguk growls, hands guiding your hips in a bounce that has you breathing like you’ve finished a marathon but now you feel his cock twitching and spurting creamy heat into you and you can’t feel anything, other than his chest moving up and down from his ragged moaning. The sweaty grip on you that makes you clench and he whines. His cum drips around his length, helpful to your up-and-down draws and it feels a little too good. You’ll come soon.

“Baby please–” you still bounce, Jeongguk wincing but his thighs and resolve harden– “I’m so close–”

He brings a thumb to your mouth. You suck with a desperate tongue, and he brings it to your clit, rubbing so fast your back bows. “Let me feel you,” Jeongguk murmurs. “Clenching so hard. Like you want me inside you forever. I want that too baby. Use me till you’re shaking–”

“Oh–”

“–till you can’t think straight. Get me wet. Cum all over me.”

Your breaths are harsh. Laboured because you’re working hard towards orgasm and Jeongguk isn’t making it any easier. The pulsing in your clit is overwhelming, thighs flexed and Jeongguk helps you by pumping up into you, and there–there– “Oh I’ll cum, oh my Go–ah–!”

You squeak, head tossing back because fuck you still have your damn makeup on and you feel too good. Bliss makes a map of your body, spreading so quickly you shake and clench and moan so loudly because God it feels euphoric. 

“I’m sweaty,” you say.

“I’ll get your oil blotters.”

You peck at his lips because you can’t take it anymore. There’s cum on your ass but you grin anyway. “Aw.”