Bad | 01 (m.)

bad | 01 (m.)

↳   He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; romance, future smut, badboy!au

words; 2 506

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A/N: if people like this, I’ll make another part. it won’t be a long series, though. this will probably be cliché af. but please, pretty pretty pretty please tell me what you think. THANKS.

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concept: stumbling out of jeongguk’s bedroom to grab some water and go to the toilet, hair a mess and legs wobbly, skin still damp and sweaty. Jeongguk grinning cockily in bed with his arms behind his head, sheets barely covering his naked body as he watched you wobble around shakily because he did that.

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.”

not quite strangers

➵ pairing | neighbor!jungoo x fem reader

➵ genre | neighbors!au, strangers!au, college!au, fluff & fluff, a little angst lmao (and sprinkles of mature content also i attempted to be funny hehe)

➵ warning/s | there are some parts where oc gets emo lol and also fondling ( ͡⚆ ͜ʖ ͡⚆) 

➵ word count | 19.5k 

➵ summary | there are two things that you very much hate in this world; first being woken up in the evening, second being woken up in the morning – and jeon jeongguk, the stranger a.k.a the guy who lives across your shitty apartment does just that, every single fucking time.

➵ extra note | this came out realy late lol. i wrote this for three months tho i didn’t really spend three months writing it because i was procrastinating the whole november and holy fuck i didn’t expect it to be almost 20k words bcs i deleted 5k of it asahsajdhsdhsh but i hope u guys will enjoy this one! i really worked hard on this! ༼ ಥل͟ಥ ༽ 

ps: i really like japanese emoticons

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