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Chapter 20: Ashes.
Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader.
Warning: I curse a fuck ton.
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A/N: I hope to post daily for the rest of the series, but life don’t be like that sometimes. I will at least get one out every other day! P.S I am aware of my spelling mistakes, but I have to use two phone for this, and it takes so long to go back and forth. I hope you don’t mind. 💕
Jeon Jungkook is the ultimate bachelor; guarded, angry, rich, body count that puts the numeric system to shame, and aimless - what else could a girl want? You’ve been working in the same dead end job, hoping it would get you somewhere. You finally have your foot in the door, and the person you need to win over is slamming your foot out. What can you do?
damn the delivery boy.
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.
Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.
Count: 9,656 words.
month one.
Two lines.
The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.
There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!
Twenty-three years old and pregnant.
You throw up again.
This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.
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jungkook scenario | aureate
❝ aureate: adjective. made of gold ❞
➸ prompt: You’re athletically challenged, but cute as heck so I keep on picking you for my team in gym class quidditch… oh am I being too obvious?
➸ pairing: ravenclaw jungkook x slytherin reader
➸ requested by @stitched-yoongz and anon | 3.6k words | fluff, hogwarts au
[First year]
Jungkook is aureate. Untouchable. A pure blood wizard with the heavy weight of a proud family history resting on his sculpted shoulders. He’s cut from topaz and quartz, dipped in milk and honey, smiling from his spot in perfect paradise.
Achieving high scores in class, held in high regard by all the professors, and his looks getting all the girls high, with tittering over his strong brows, bright eyes, and occasional bunny-toothed smile to remind them of his softer sides – it’s enough for you to decide that you hate him at the age of eleven. Fresh faced and fuming, you want him in his place. Not under the gaze of every girl, causing a flurry of capes and fluttering of eyelashes every time he passes by, but rather, away from the limelight, with his golden name tarnished.
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;playing with fire (m)
pairing— jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook genre/warnings— smut, explicit sexual descriptions, exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting words— 8,460
:: summary— jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…
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jungkook scenario | gamomania
gamomania /ɡæmə(ʊ)ˈmeɪnɪə/ noun. 1) a form of mania characterised by strange and extravagant proposals of marriage. 2) an excessive longing for the married state.
❝ Your best friend has been proposing to you since preschool. Granted, he didn’t know what marriage meant at age four. But he certainly knows what it means now… ❞
➝ pairing: jungkook x female reader
➝ word count: 6.2k
➝ genre: fluff, mild angst, childhood friends au
➝ warnings: implied/light smut, swearing, an excessive amount of marriage proposals, tooth-rooting sweetness
➝ author’s note: I’m a sucker for childhood friends aus. so here’s another one. surprise! hopefully you all enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.
[22 years ago: age 4]
“Marry me!”
You look up from the sand pit, squinting past the sunshine, and find a young boy standing over you. He’s small for his age, with black hair matted across his forehead, damp with sweat. His knees are scraped, and a plaster is peeling off his cheek, but he’s triumphant, with his fingers wrapped around a golden ring.
You recognise the ring before you recognise him.
It’s the ring from the tree at the bottom of the playground. One day a group of your preschool friends discovered it while making mud pies in the dampest corner. It was caught around a bent twig. None of you knew how it got up in the tree, but that didn’t stop your imaginations. Some said a dragon dropped it while carrying treasure back to its nest, others said a wizard left it there to test anyone brave enough to climb up to retrieve it, and still others said an alien deposited it there, and one day tiny alien babies were going to pop out from it and take over the Earth.
Your best friend said it got there after a marriage proposal went horribly wrong and a woman threw it there in anger, screaming at her soon to be ex, “No. Absolutely not! Not after that!” At least that’s what your best friend’s mum said, and you trusted the authority of a grown-up. Even if you didn’t know what that was.
But now, the ring is no longer stuck in the tree, becoming a part of the bark as the branches grow around it. Instead, it’s in this boy’s hand. A boy, who, after a few more moments of squinting, you recognise to be Jeon Jungkook. He goes to your preschool, but you’ve never talked to him because you’re convinced he has boy germs.
He rubs his nose, and rubs in a spot of dirt. In case you hadn’t heard him the first time, he repeats it again. “Marry me?”
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the draft where your camping trip turns into something else entirely.
Jungkook is a stupid piece of shit – is what you’d like to say. You’d like to call him 20,000 horrible names in varying languages but your weak little heart won’t allow anything but fondness. And he actually deserves it this time, that precious little so and so. He had one job!
I’ve got tents, he told you. I won’t forget, he swore. And yet! Here you are tent-less and sandwiched between two hulking, shirtless furnaces in the back of an SUV. And it isn’t as sexy as it might sound.
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— love on top.
» genre and warnings › boyfriend!jeongguk + reader, college au, slice of life au, fluff, implied smut, there’s like a hickey or three but nothing too deep
» notes › a week or two ago when i was doing drabbles i got a request for cuddling with jeongguk, and so, here we are! it went a little past cuddling, but,,, it’s not explicit or anything it’s still /soft/
» sides notes › this is unedited as usual i’ll look at it sometime later in the week please disregard the inevitable typos and my inability to conjugate verbs correctly
Admittedly, if Jeongguk ever found that someone was watching him sleep—especially for an hour or more at a time—he’d be a little creeped out.
Despite that, he doesn’t look away from your sleeping figure; in fact, spends all his time soaking it in. The way your chest rises and falls with his, the slight twice of your little toe when it’s hit by the draft caused by his shitty university dorm heating, the feel of your lips, just barely pressed into his exposed collar bone.
All in all, it’s nice. Watching you sleep. Having you sleep on top of him. It’s comforting, almost. He can’t really explain it—making sense of the unbridled joy he gets from tucking your head into his neck and just watching you be isn’t really possible. He just knows it’s a good feeling.
You don’t get to sleep over often (see: never). Between Jeongguk’s practices, your schedules, and the fact that you have more volunteer hours packed into your week than seemingly humanly possible, Jeongguk doesn’t get to do this a lot. So, when he does, he enjoys it.
His favorite thing to do is wrap his arms around you and squeeze, just a little bit—not enough to wake you, but enough to elicit the equal reaction; there are few things he finds as precious as the sight of you unconsciously hugging him back.
Sometimes, when he’s feeling cheeky, and the light becomes too bright for him to pretend to want to stay in bed any longer, he’ll poke at your face until you stir, swatting his hand away with a groan, and, literally, turning the other cheek. He’ll laugh, and do it until you reluctantly raise your head with a nose scrunch, and a half hearted squint in your eyes, before kissing him on the nose and heading to the bathroom.
Other times, he’ll rock himself back and forth, cradling both your bodies until you wake up, a little groggy, and annoyed, but happy to see him again all the same.
But, his favorite method of waking you up has the be this one.
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Steamy Pt. 3 | jjk
Genre: college!au, smut, fluff Pairing: college!jungkook x reader Warnings: ass play, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk (dom!jungkook), and ya know, sex. Word Count: 5.4k Summary: Jungkook has wanted his way with you since that night in the bathroom. Now that he’s had you, partially in public, he’s craving more. He drags you back to his apartment to finally show you how he really feels through his actions and words. He leaves you feeling breathless in more ways than one.
Author’s Note: Jungkook ended up being equal parts a dom and a fluffy boy in this one. I apologize 😂
Steamy Pt. 1 | Steamy Pt. 2 | Epilogue (super fluffy ending to this fic!)
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6. otiyr!jk but mutual masturbation (m)
Jeongguk’s a persuadable guy. This is a direct jab at his dumbass friend group but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t pleased with his newfound need to make you feel good.
So it starts with porn. (As it should.)
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blush | jjk
genre: fake dating au (also To All The Boys I Loved Before au, if you squint)
word count: 9.8k
warnings: a lil bit of minor alcohol abuse, unnegotiated and unprotected (but consensual!) rough sex, emotionally constipated idiots in love
a/n: here it is! the random 3k scenario that quickly turned into this behemoth! please accept my unedited trash. (p.s. there is a read more cut, if it’s not showing up for you, i’m so sorry :/ )
You sigh and throw your controller to the side, exasperated with your fifth loss in a row. Jungkook cheered, standing up and began an impromptu victory dance that consisted of moves that should really only be performed in the privacy of his own home. You inform him as much.
“Listen, you’re just bitter because you possess the same level of hand-eye coordination as a deceased cat,” Jungkook remarked smugly.
“And yours must be so good because of all the porn you watch,” you shot back, folding your arms and sulking in irritation.
“You are absolutely correct,” he grinned and flopped back down next to you, “You know, you don’t have to beat me at Injustice just to prove girls can play video games. Of course, girls can play video games.”
You squinted your eyes at him. “Then why, pray tell, did you tell Jin the opposite?” Referring back to when he loudly proclaimed that he could easily beat you because ‘all girls suck at video games’.
“Cuz he played you, girl!” Jin finally exclaims from the other couch, “He wants to take Sooyoung out on a date and just hustled you into paying for dinner.”
You gaped at Jungkook in disbelief. He simply shrugged and said, “You’re the one who insisted on playing for money.”
You throw a pillow at him.
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OMG PLS overstim for otiyr!jk 😭😭😭 i’m just thinking about how he would be begging for the oc to stop getting him off and cums multiplie times because he’s a babie n can’t handle it 😭😭😭😭
Anonymous said to lunyua: overstim 😔✊🏾
Anonymous said to lunyua: Ohhhh overstimulation :] please :]
Anonymous said to lunyua: overstim overstim overstim
Anonymous said to lunyua: team overstim ma’am 🗿
listen to Come Here by Sabrina Claudio
3. otiyr!jk but overstimulated
You get the job teaching second years about ethnographies. Namjoon would probably be making fun of you (”Research about research?” Taehyung had said when you told him), but he’s still out of the city doing work. No one to keep you sane anymore about assignments, so now it falls upon Jeongguk to keep you grounded.
One day it’s an absolute train wreck. 60% attendance because it’s workshop-based, and it was supposed to be a time for your students to show you their drafts for their final papers. But no one showed up with so much as a working thesis and now you’re afraid you’re not going to make your deadline again.
At least Jeongguk is here.
“Take it out on me,” he’d said after your impromptu rant, bottle of white wine forgotten on the counter when he came in. He was wide-eyed, imploring because he trusts you more and more everyday. When you were about to protest he shushed you with a shake of his head. “Seriously. Just–do whatever you want till you feel better.”
So now you’re here.
There’s something about the lamp light on Jeongguk that has you reeling. Bathed in the softest light, shining right where he’s pulsing and leaking. He relaxes into the sheets after another day of hockey practice, and now he’s even more malleable because he wants you. Wants you all over the place, too; hands undecided in the clench of the sheets, reaching for you.
He comes down from his first high. There’s cum on your top lip and you lick it when he opens his eyes. “Come here,” he pleads, dick still hard in your hand as his hands claim your shoulders to bring you up. “Let me–make you feel good too.”
You don’t say anything. You stay kneeling, fist a slow motion on his cock, dregs of his cum and your spit caught in your grip and you know Jeongguk feels it tenfold when he whines.
“That’s–” He shudders his head back down onto the pillow. “Oh god.”
“Can you take another one?” You ask, and you watch as Jeongguk waits, breath caught between his teeth when he gasps into your feeling. “Baby–”
“Yes,” he croaks.
He doesn’t have to say more. He bucks up into your squeezing, hips stuttering like he doesn’t know if he wants more. Jeongguk likes to please you even if you aren’t on the direct receiving line, and you think about just moving your panties to the side and claiming him right where you want. But now he gurgles a slow whimper and all you can focus on is his panting.
“Faster, faster–I’m close again,” Jeongguk whispers. “Can you t-take off your shirt?”
It’s off so fast it’s sort of disorienting, but now his dick is against his stomach. Not in your grip anymore. You fix that fast, taking it in your wet palm and licking the tip with a hard tongue that asks for his climax right down your throat again. “You’re so sexy, babe,” you comment. Jeongguk laughs, cut off by his own groaning.
“Feels–good.”
It’s silent save for your soft suckling, knuckles tight and fast and Jeongguk is heaving again.
“Yeah–s-stick your tongue out, oh fuck–”
The cave in his stomach is deeper this time, bending right into your movement along his dick and his cum hits where you wait, mouth open like you could wait here all day. Jeongguk comes like he wouldn’t want you to, giving you want you want right when you ask for it because he’s just that giving.
He’s chuckling. Exhausted, sated, and so, so handsome in your sheets. “God baby.”
And you really might be pushing it, but his words ring inside your head again. Do whatever you want. “I–want you to cum again.”
“It’s too early to die,” Jeongguk says. His breath stutters when you make to take him in your grasp once more. “Really–?”
You nod. “Really.”
“Kiss me,” he answers.
You keep his dick in your hand, reaching up and over his body and settling your mouth right over his, a fit you could never tire of. He brushes his tongue against yours, huffing into you when you start pumping him again.
“Hurts.” But he stays laying back, hands caught around your neck to keep your lips over his, eyes screwed shut when he gulps. Trying his best to understand your love and his own desires and all he can get out is a quiet whimper. “I–”
Jeongguk trails his mouth down your neck, tracing a path right down to your bare tits and he desperately suckles on a nipple, biting when you stroke him faster. Hot breath washing right over you and you don’t make any noise lest it takes him out of your selfish indulgence.
He’s hard again. “Just–like that,” he says. “L-Like that–oh fuck–!”
He settles down again on your pillow, staring at you with glossy eyes, feeling the twist of your downward motion with a twist of his mouth, confused warbling but he takes it so well. You think he might cry but he slams his mouth against yours suddenly, sighing another loud orgasm into your breath, and you can’t see but you feel the sticky warmth of his cum on your wrist. He looks dazed.
You give him another kiss. “Why are you so good to me?”
Jeongguk’s too tired to laugh so he smiles. “Because you’re my baby, and my baby gets what she wants.”
You might melt. “D-Damn straight,” and he swallows any other mushy comment. He tastes right.
For Science 2/7
Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook
Word Count: ~8.6k lmao where is this going idek
Warnings/Themes: not much honestly just some good old fashioned heavy petting and dry humping :) because why not?
Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.
part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7
The next time you see Jungkook is a few days later when classes have started back up for the week. You spent a good 20 minutes that morning staring up at your ceiling wondering if today would be the day that the consequences of your drunken voyeurism party would come back to haunt you. Jungkook isn’t necessarily someone that can’t keep secrets, but given that he’s a bit of a novice when it comes to sex, you’re not sure whether he’ll keep his mouth shut. And as appealing as cutting class would have been, you can’t risk your grades in your junior year and with applications for jobs looming over your head with one year left.
When you emerge from the food court holding your lunch tray, you head to the patch of grass on the quad that you and the guys like to frequent. From the short distance away, you can see that Tae has just sat down to join Hoseok. Jungkook is nowhere to be found and you’re secretly glad you don’t have to deal with him watching you walk over. You give them a nod as you sit down, careful not to spill your food or the precious brownie wrapped up in the corner well of the tray.
“How was Friday night,” Tae asks over a mouthful of tuna sandwich.
“It was fine, why do you ask.” Your voice remains level as you unwrap your sandwich, but you don’t make eye contact.
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virgin!jk 3/3: a lesson in (quiet) blowjobs. find the other ones here and here!
Jeongguk’s duvet is a ridiculous type of warm because you melt into the sheets in two seconds flat. Last thing you saw was him playing on his laptop and screeching into his mic before you’d moaned for him to stop. It was his forced whispers that had you succumbing to a power nap.
You wake up to a lot of heat. So much so that you feel your shirt sticking to you and it’s gross, but Jeongguk’s arm around your waist limits your need to push him back. Then there’s a flash and you hear him snicker into your neck.
“Did you just take a picture of me.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mm, yeah,” he says. “Wake up, it’s been an hour.”
“Ugh.” You push your ass back when you stretch. “Your bed is comfy.”
“I washed my sheets last night.”
“That’s good. You’re hard.”
“I am,” Jeongguk confirms with a kiss under your chin and a push of his crotch into you.
“Why?”
“Seeing you lying on my bed was just. I don’t know. Had me feeling some kinda way.”
You snort. “You’re so corny.”
“I love my girlfriend, what more do you want?”
Humming, you sit up. Jeongguk does too, arms still glued to you and he peppers his kisses down the side of your throat. You might make a sound but you hear steps outside, and the memory of Jeongguk telling you that his roommate would be home before you came vaguely rings in your head. “Did–you want me to take care of you?”
You feel him freeze. “If you’re offering.”
“I’m offering,” you say, untangling yourself from his arms.
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ok i was the last anon too but just in case you are i wanna get my request in i wish you would write a fic where you make virgin Jungkook cum in his pants 👉🏻👈🏻
the way to my heart really is…. through jk’s pants 😔✊🏼
warning: making out!!!!!!!! a lesson in learning what it means to feel good from some good ol humping. set in the same universe as this drabble
His game is updating. It was one of those chunks of data because he just downloaded the newest expansion of whatever he was playing and then he’d whined for you to stop studying to keep him company.
Now there’s forgotten Calculus homework on his study desk and you’re sitting in Jeongguk’s lap, thighs under your bum as he pushes a kiss onto you so deeply you nearly fall over. “Babe–” you breathe a laugh but Jeongguk just chases your lips for more– “wha–”
“Want you,” he murmurs. His hands dragging over your back like he can’t get enough.
“Let me–Jeongguk–”
He sucks on your mouth. “Sh.”
A little braver this time, seems like. Not that you’re complaining, though, your own fingers rustling through the hair on the nape of his neck and squeezing when he pulls you down onto his dick. His sweats are still on, though. Jeongguk’s eyes shine. “I love you.”
You feel warm. He was always more expressive than you, his hand the one you hold through the throes of new college romance but he still waited a couple months in to actually start saying–well, what he just said. And you’re shy, but it’s always worth seeing his smile whenever you say it back. “I love you too.”
“Ah.” He puts a hand over his chest, eyes scrunching the way he does when he’s overacting. “What is this feeling.”
“You’re horny.”
“Yes. I am horny for your love,” Jeongguk agrees. “And your titties too.”
“Okay you can’t say that because you just learned how to finger me like, a month ago.”
“Say what?”
“Say titties like your body count is higher than twelve.”
“Ha,” he says. “Listen missy, who got you off twice in a row last week after claiming you’ve never come more than once in a sitting?”
You sit with defeat. “Small mercies.”
“Whatever, let’s make out again.”
There’s nothing else to say. He dives in first, a kiss on your smile because you laughed at his eagerness but you push your love into him just as hard. Maybe it was a Virgo thing but Jeongguk was ridiculously good at kissing, and the twist of your hips over his is near-automatic from how light you feel. Then he chokes: a noise so small at the back of his throat you nearly miss it if it weren’t for him immediately pulling away just to take in a shaky breath. “Was–that okay?”
Jeongguk nods. Fast. “Keep. Keep doing that.”
You do. His hands ground on your waist like his lifeline, and he pushes his dick up into you with a fever. You kiss him like this, desperate for your sex but still too shy to do anything about it. Licking at him in compensation, heat he’s welcome to and he happily indulges in it when his tongue tastes yours.
“I might–I–my pants I can’t–”
Oh. “It’s okay,” you say before you can think about it. “I want you to.”
Jeongguk stares at you. Breath spilling so quick you’re almost scared but the grind in your hips doesn’t stop and neither does his. He locks up, groans hardly caught and you trail kisses down his neck and he’s done for. Jeongguk yelps, hands squeezing your ass down so hard as he ruts his cum into his sweats, a wet heat neither of you are used to and you think you’re high too, from how blissed out he looks. The minute twitches into your clothed pussy does nothing to quell your own desires but then again: small mercies. You just made him cum in his pants.
“You’re so hot,” you murmur into his skin.
Jeongguk laughs. “Thanks for not making fun of me.”
You give him a shrug. “I mean now I get to say I made my boyfriend wet his pants.”
“Bye, leave, my game just updated, go waste away with your homework.”
The Morning After.
Genre: smut, fluff
Pairing: Reader x nonIdol!Jungkook
Warnings: Nothing crazy. The craziest thing is cunnilingus in this one!
Word count: 1.7k
Note: I was feeling really soft about Jungkook, so I wanted to write a soft Jungkook one shot.
Summary: You wake up after a long (wink wink) night with your boyfriend Jungkook, and on this particularly lazy morning you take things slow and appreciate one another.
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bitchin’ rides
→ pairing: racer!jungkook x college major!reader
→ rating: e21
→ genre: smut, some fluff
→ warnings: cum eating, cum swallowing, cum drinking (once again i am sorry), squirting, pussy slapping, clit spanking, tit slapping, face slapping, spit swallowing, sub!reader, dom!jungkook, rough and penetrative sex, penetrative sex with a blueberry lollipop (shhh), fingering, public fingering, eating out on a dinner table, drug mentions (heavy), drug use (light smoking and drinking), partying, party scene
→ description: stressing over pre-exams wasn’t your ideal version of a spring break, but hitting the streets at 1am probably isn’t the best way of calming that down either. until you get in the car with Jungkook.
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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.”
smut prompt: jk just feeling a little insecure so u give him a handjob
I’m dedicating this to my otiyr couple I haven’t seen them in so long!!!!!!
All you know is that someone had called Jeongguk out for doing something wrong during practice and he’d been–not so civil about it. A lash out even he wasn’t prepared for so now he lies on his bed like he’s contemplating the woes of the infinite universe, but he’s not the type to dwell on uncertainties like that. He’s probably trying not to be sad about it anymore, so he just sighs. For the seventh time.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
You shut your laptop and crawl into bed next to him. “How can I make you feel better?”
“You don’t need to do anything,” Jeongguk murmurs. Still looking pissed and that hard set in his jaw is kinda hot. “I–sorry, am I being mopey?”
“Kinda. But don’t apologize.” You just shuffle closer until he wraps himself around you. “Maybe I can just–get your mind off it.”
“Oh.”
Kissing Jeongguk still makes your stomach feel funny, like your guts are wiggling too much for it to be just butterflies. He tastes you with an eagerness you’ll indulge in if it means he lets you get in his pants. “I’ll jack you off.”
“Huh,” he groans.
“Break time for your thoughts. And I’ll let you cum on my tits, too.”
Jeongguk twists his lips the way he does when he’s trying not to smile. He’s also probably trying to fend off a boner too but your prop your stomach over his pelvis like you want it, and it’s definitely there alright. He sighs when you trail your tongue on his pulse. “I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever gotten this hard.”
You smirk into his skin. “So can I?”
He nods. He brings you up for one last kiss as you tease at his sweats. “I don’t know how I could ever resist you.”
one time, in your room (m)
note: firstable….. thank u SO much for ur love and support for virgin!jk:( he said FUCK IT write me bich. so I did… we really watched our baby grow up huh 😩
also a HUGE thank you to violet and my crème de la crème for helping me tackle this!!! wouldn’t have finished this w/o both ur encouragement and advice. I love you both!!! so!!!!!! much!!!!!!!!!! thank u 🥺✊🏼💜
DISCLAIMER. one scene is based off this tweet
PAIRING. jeongguk/reader
GENRE. romance, college!au
WORD COUNT. 17k
RATED. M
WARNINGS. oral, cumshot, face-sitting, fingering, dry humping, sexting/phone sex, first-time sex, mentions of babies, mentions of alcohol, getting stressed about school and jk loving oc with All His Heart !
EXCERPT. There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. Especially about the one who just propositioned you with absurdities. But now his pencil is out, and the moment is lost.
You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.
part 1: emergency tactics
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PAIRING. jeongguk/reader
GENRE. romance (established relationship)
WORD COUNT. 3.1k
RATED. M
WARNINGS. squirting, oral, obgyn!jk but that’s like not even important??, just some. sex
SUMMARY. Your body’s a hazard, this Jeongguk knows; he’d never known you would be the most dangerous thing to happen to him, especially when you tasted this good.
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