Arachne-boy

arachne-boy

How do you tell your best friend that the reason you can’t hang out with her is because you’re too busy trying to save New York?

Or, “Are you asking me if I piss out webs?”

pairing: spider-man!jungkook x best friend!reader

word count: 11k

genre: f2l, basically crack, marvel au, comedy(???)

warnings: lost of swearing, kicking ass, bad attempts at me being funny

A/N: references to Avengers: Civil War and A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @gukvenchy WHO HELPED ME POWER THROUGH THIS

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You know, for someone so observant, you really had an awful habit of texting while walking.

As you made your way along the sidewalks of Queens, you kept your eyes fixated on the bright screen in your hand, the blue light hurting your eyes slightly as it contrasted against the fading afternoon light.

“Watch it!” An angry male voice huffs out as you accidentally run into him, your phone fumbling to the floor.

“Ah, shit. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking in the man that stood in front of you.

He looked disheveled and reeked of alcohol. You frowned. You should head back home, it was getting late; this part of town was slightly dodgy and you knew better than to dwell too long here at night.

Bending over, you grabbed your fallen phone that laid by the man’s feet.

Sighing, you brought it up to view, frowning at your now cracked screen.

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the sequel to that really convolutedy titled piece of pledge!jk / brother’s best friend!oc

It’s too early in the morning for Jeongguk to wake up so you don’t try to hide your steps around the room. He didn’t snore but he did grumble and whine and is still on the floor from when he rolled right off trying to kick your blanket off. You woke up to the thud, settled immediately when he didn’t complain about pain. He just huffed into steady breathing. (At the very least he didn’t bruise himself again. You’d checked again when you got up.)

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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.”

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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For Science 7/7!!!

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: ~27.5k!! NSFW 

Warnings/Themes: SLOWburn like very slow, ex-friends to no longer ex-friends, Sufficient discussion about nerd culture, which i can do because i am nerd. death of a certain nerd’s virginity, so u know what that means!  graphic depictions fellatio and cunnilingus wow! boobies, and penetrative sex. abuse of captain america and probably also assassin’s creed.  I’m sorry lol

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: thank you to @b-angst-tan​ for reading through this monster for old times sake! Thanks for sticking through 7 chapters of mess lol

pt 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

“I’ll actually kill you.” 

Your words come out less potent than you’d like because you’re huffing and puffing as you attempt to wriggle out of Hoseok’s grasp, but Jungkook still looks satisfyingly terrified at the sight of you trying to claw your way to him. All the time you’d spent with him not around made you think that you’d be ready and calm on the day that he eventually returned. Clearly you were wrong and as Hoseok’s grasp tightens in a preemptive measure while Jungkook and Yoori slide past you, you acknowledge that this rage probably should have been dealt with a while ago. 

“We brought wine,” Yoori brandishes the bottle of your favorite white wine in your face in a way that you think is supposed to be placating, but you’re not really paying attention.

Instead, you’re eyes don’t leave Jungkook’s terrified visage. With his forehead free of the thick usual glasses you can easily see the fear permeating the dark brown pools of his irises. He looks tan despite the fear draining color from his face, which isn’t at all surprising as many summers with him has shown you that he tans well and quickly. The part of the summer he spent in New York clearly wasn’t an exception. He looks stupidly good even with the weird baseball cap he’s wearing and it enrages you further. Why the hell he had to suddenly come back with a sense of fashion is beyond you. His outfit doesn’t resemble anything close to the typical clothing he donned when you were still on speaking terms.

Neither his shirt nor his pants have a single stain or hole in them and they fit him like someone picked them out with care, just for him. The Jungkook you knew prior to his disappearance was clueless to the existence of shirts that flattered his broad shoulders and tapered waist. He wasn’t partial to slim-cut jeans either; much less jeans that had holes strategically placed to expose the muscles of his thighs. You don’t even know how to process his stupidly large and expensive looking Nikes, though you’ve seen and admired on countless other, albeit cooler, students.

“Just let me go!” Your hand reaches out and just barely manages to grab the hem of Jungkook’s t-shirt before he skirts out of the way in a hurry and runs towards your living room for safety.

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