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affogato (m)

➺ Rating: M

➺ Genre: Barista!Jungkook, fluff, strangers-to-lovers, slow burn but the burn is like third-degree, smutsmutsmut.

➺ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

➺ Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, sub/dom themes (JK is mostly dom, but you do take control initially *wink*), exhibitionism, the tiniest amount of name-calling.

➺ Summary: A coffee shop AU in which the new employee keeps messing up your order, but you let it slide because he’s really nice, really clueless, and really hot. 

➺ Note: This! Took! Forever! But I’m back with this incredibly special fic that was entirely thought up by my special friend, @jungshookz​! Her AU was so amazing in every possible way and she blessed ME with allowing me to write up a whole story about it. Pleasepleaseplease give her account a follow, because she is brilliant! 

Additionally, I want to forewarn that I am placing the “Read More” function in here, but from what I am told, it does not work on the mobile app. Please don’t come for me because I tried, okay? Enjoy, heathens.

➺ Word Count: 13.5k+

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The Proposal part 1 |M|

Description: You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin. Little did you know your little affair will unfold to be more than secret kisses at night.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin

Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

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moan wars (m)

➯ After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

pairing: yoongi x reader x jungkook

genre: university!au, smut, humor, a little fluff, oneshot

wordcount: 13.6k

inspired by → this request

masterlist

warnings: masturbation, handjob, fingering, dirty talk, oral, rough sex, sloppy seconds, auralism/voyeurism, slight kink-shaming, slight blood/gore

“Oh, fuck, yes. Yoongi, baby, harder. Please, harder.”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, reaching for one of his pillows to place it over his face. All he wanted to do was sleep. All he wanted was to focus on school and get through his core classes as quickly as possible so he could work on the actually interesting and fun classes of his major. What he definitely didn’t want was to have to listen to his roommate fucking you in the room right beside his.

“Right there. Oh my god, right there. Yes, yes yes. Yoongi, fuck. I love you so much.”

Jungkook grimaced, pressing the pillow over his ears as tightly as he could to drown out the sound of your voice. He’d really thought he’d hit the jackpot when he found this apartment. It was close to campus. The rent was affordable. There was a variety of eating places nearby as well as a library and internet café. And Min Yoongi had seemed nice enough. Not overly friendly by any means, but he was quiet and generous. The older boy said he’d picked Jungkook out of all of the interested parties because he remembered how hard it’d been when he first started university. He wanted to pass some kindness on to Jungkook that he wished he could’ve received and had given Jungkook a break as a result of it. Now three months in to the semester, Jungkook was more certain that Yoongi had picked him over the other interested applicants because Jungkook was shy. Shy and awkward and timid and not about to say a single word about his overly-loud girlfriend that rivalled even the most vocal pornstar he’d ever watched.

Jungkook had nothing against you as a person. He actually kind of enjoyed having you around when you weren’t locked inside Yoongi’s bedroom. You were far warmer than Yoongi, much more outgoing and friendly than he was by far. You were always eager to include Jungkook, whether it be a game night that you forced Yoongi to participate in or a simple movie night when Jungkook would awkwardly sit in the armchair while you cuddled with Yoongi on the couch. You often cooked for them, always making sure to make an extra plate for Jungkook even if he wasn’t home yet. You had a special knack in making Jungkook feel comfortable around you, easing his anxiousness in the way that you never minded how little he actually spoke.

But why did you have to be so fucking loud? It didn’t help that the apartment was set up with both bedrooms directly next to each other, only a thin wall separating the two. But the longer he’d lived there, the more convinced Jungkook became that you were purposely getting louder. The first few times he’d had to listen to you having sex next door, you’d been somewhat quiet. It was clear what was taking place in the bedroom next to his, but Jungkook had easily been able to ignore the sounds you were making by focusing on his coursework. But that hadn’t lasted long. Each time now you seemed to get louder and louder, more vocal about what exactly you wanted Yoongi to do to you, how much you craved him, how he made you feel, and on and on you would go.

Jungkook had been good about it at first. When you started to get louder, he just started wearing headphones, turning the music up to match your moans so he wouldn’t hear them. He’d felt too awkward about it at first, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to look you in the face the next time he saw you without remembering the noises. But things had remained mostly normal between you two. Maybe a few extra blushes from Jungkook but nothing that would give away how acquainted Jungkook was becoming with your sex life.

“Mmmm, yes, baby, yes. You feel so good, Yoongi. Your cock is so big, oh my god. Just fuck me.”

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micro-orgasm (m)

➾ 3.7k

➾ warnings: blowjob, mentions of cum, lab equipment (not in the way u imagine), jungkook being an idiot, humiliation (also not in the way u imagine)

➾ summary: biology lab takes an entirely different spin when you find something unexpected in your cheek cell sample. 

➾a/n: follow up drabble that takes place after instant gratification, but it functions as a standalone too!! i am not a scientist whatsoever, and i have no idea if this is even possible or not, but this was just 100% crack so i hope u guys enjoy!!!

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Laundry Room

Word count: 5,414 

Pairing: F Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: Fingering, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), intercourse, dom and sub themes.

Sequel: Delivery.

AN: This is my first smutty one shot and I’m actually really proud. w0w. Let me know what you guys think because your opinion is pretty important to me. My ask box is always open so feel free to send me stuff or request one shots/ moodboards.

Stay happy, stay healthy my loves! 💘

“Mina, do you have any washing you want me to take down? I’m making a trip to the laundry room,” you stood in the threshold of your best friend’s room but she didn’t bother to look up from the laptop she was frantically typing away on; most likely trying to make a deadline she was already late for.

“There,” she vaguely motioned with her chin to the corner of her room where her laundry pile sat, deciding not to bother the petite girl you quietly made your way over to it and moved the items into the plastic laundry basket with your dirty clothes. You left the door open behind you as the apartment would be empty momentarily anyway and quickly went back to your own room to change out of the clothes you wore today and into a simple pair of cotton shorts and an oversized white t-shirt that ended just below them. Grabbing your phone and purse on the way out you figured it would be a nice gesture to grab Mina a cup of coffee on your way back up to help with the all-nighter she was likely to pull tonight.

It was late evening time and a weekday, so you looked forward to the quiet time you’d get in the basement levels of the dorm building to read a book on your phone while waiting for the laundry to be cleaned and dried. You hummed a song to yourself while sorting the laundry into lights and darks before bending down to load them into the drum along with detergent and colour catchers. A loud wolf whistle behind you announced someone’s arrival into the room and you quickly stood up, red faced. With wide eyes you peaked over your shoulder to see who you’d just embarrassed yourself in front of but instantly relaxed into a more confident and cocky side of yourself when you found it to be none other than Jeon Jungkook; the boy you’d been toying with relentlessly for months now.

“Looks like I came at just the right time,” he smirked, giving you a heated once over before throwing his washing into two machines. You couldn’t help but love the slim fitting sweatpants he was wearing with a simple black t-shirt that did wonders to accentuate his firm chest and slim waist. It was a combination made to make you drool; you were sure of it.

“Looks like I didn’t,” you retorted breezily as you bent over again and put the dark washing into the drum. If it had been anyone else in the room with you you’d have crouched down but seeing the opportunity to tease Jungkook even more made you bend down again to show off your ass to him in a vaguely innocent way.

“You say that while you have your ass on display for me, princess,” the cocky lilt to his voice drove you mad. If there was anything you loved it was a man who was confident when it came to his sexuality as well as himself and with Jungkook there was no shortage of self-confidence.

“That’s just how I do my laundry,” you stood back up and shrugged before collecting your purse and phone and walking off to the other end of the room where there were some rows of chairs to sit and wait at. “It’s not my fault you stare like some horny teenager.”

“Horny? Maybe. Teenager? Definitely not,” he denied with a small frown on his irrefutably gorgeous features. You looked up at him from your phone as he took the seat just a few feet in front of you, with another shrug you returned your attention to the Wattpad book you were reading. There was a few moments of silence where all you could feel was Jungkook’s eyes on your naked legs. “You know, I know what you’re doing right?” He said spoke suddenly and you lowered your phone and tilted your head.

“Oh? Do enlighten me, what am I doing?” You fluttered your lashes innocently and Jungkook leaned forward, his elbows resting lazily on his knees, staking you with a fiery look despite his dark irises.

“The way you dress and look at me around campus, if you want me princess all you have to do is say so and I’m all yours,” his tongue swept over his slightly plump bottom lip and to say the action didn’t turn you on would be a lie.

Jungkook was, without an ounce of doubt, one of the most attractive men you had ever laid eyes on. In any other universe you would have had no problem seeing how things could go between you both; but unfortunately in your universe Jungkook had already made his way through most of the girls in your year, and higher. You liked men who were confident with their sexuality but you didn’t want one who went through girls like your good friend Min Yoongi went through hard drives when he was feeling crazy inspired to produce music- which happened to be always. Simply put Jungkook was a bit of a man-whore and although you saw no problem with two consenting adults having fun you had no desire being just another name on someone’s hit list. You’d been there before and it wasn’t nice.

Jungkook’s status of ‘play boy’ and the fact that he could allegedly get any girl he wanted was what drove you and Mina to come up with the silly game you played with him. It was over wine one night, with you both sitting in your living room giggling over almost nothing that she brought him up; stating that her ‘crush radar’ had gone off earlier that day in class when she noticed him looking in your general direction rather than the professors. She’d concluded that it couldn’t have been her he was ogling since she had a boyfriend, Park Jimin, who was sitting beside her at the time. He also happened to be close friends with the boy and had confirmed, over the phone, that you had indeed been brought up a number of times by him. You’d laughed it off almost hysterically, you weren’t used to people lusting after you; even after puberty had struck leaving you a beautifully filled out woman.

‘He just wants to fuck me, I don’t want to be a trophy,’ you’d slurred which gave Mina the brilliant idea to tease him since you were the only girl who he couldn’t get his hands on. You saw the fun side of the game and immediately agreed without thinking of any possible consequences.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied before dropping your eyes to the phone in your lap and re-crossing your legs, there was a delightfully sinful chuckle that came from his lips and then a second later you felt fingers lift your chin up. Jungkook was now standing over you, your chin in his right hand while his left one gripped the back of the blue chair to keep himself just a small distance from your face.

“Tell me you don’t want me princess, if that’s how you feel I’ll leave you be,” his voice was low and husky all of a sudden and as much as the more logical side of your conscience tried to convince your mouth to tell him that you didn’t want him the irrational side of you kept your mouth closed for a moment, if even just to process how close he was; how enticing he smelt or how if he just lowered his head a little more his lips would meet yours and you’d surely be in bliss. A slow smirk crept to his lips and it made you swallow against your rapidly drying throat. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered before doing just as your hooded eyes had imagined and meeting your lips in a hungry kiss.

The first thing you noticed was how irresistibly soft his lips felt on yours, you had imagined kissing Jungkook a few times, mainly on lonely nights where all you had was yourself and your imagination or PornHub; ironically enough your explicit thoughts usually did a better job at getting you off than the actual visuals. But you never imagined it to feel quite this good. Your lips moved perfectly in sync as if you’d been here numerous times and just as you were ready for it to deepen into something a lot more heated he pulled away and stared down at you while dragging his thumb over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.

You were about to open your mouth to speak but Jungkook beat you to it. “Tonight I’m in charge,” he told you with no room for opposition. But that was okay with you, you were curious as to what he had in mind. His right hand dropped to your thigh where you’d unknowingly uncrossed your legs and parted them to allow him to stand closer to you. Suddenly he lowered himself down and pulled you to the edge of the seat by your thighs, “you’re mine do you understand?” You nodded, lost in his voice and touch while your eyes met his lustful ones. “Good girl,” he pecked your lips before picking you up, leaving you to wrap your arms and legs around him despite his hands gripping your ass to support your weight.

You noticed the sound of the washing machines rumbles growing louder and wondered where exactly Jungkook was taking you. That question was answered when he set you down on one of the working machines; the vibration causing an involuntary moan to pass your lips. “I look forward to hearing more of your pretty moans princess,” he whispered in your ear then began to nibble on your earlobe.

“You know we’re in public right? Anyone could walk in,” your voice shook slightly thanks to the vibrations but you voiced your concern nonetheless. He’d attached his lips to your jaw at this point and was trailing kisses along it but begrudgingly separated himself from you with a low growl then walked over to the door; closing it and twisting the lock to ensure no one would walk in on whatever was about to happen between you both.

Suddenly seeing the opportunity to give you a piece of your own medicine Jungkook casually leaned against the door and watched you press your thighs together to put some much needed pressure on your wanting clit.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed and you looked at him while nodding, obediently doing as you were told. The constant vibrations of the machine you were perched on paired with the inability to give yourself some relief made your face contort into a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

“Please can I touch myself,” you begged the man who was now slowly making his was over as if he had all the time in the world. He stopped to contemplate his answer for a second then nodded.

“Go ahead baby girl,” he smirked and those four words were all you needed to slip your hand under the waistband of your shorts and into your panties that were already becoming soaked through. You closed your eyes and dipped your head back while you drew circles over your aching bud, even when Jungkook came to stand between your legs you didn’t stop. A sigh tumbled out of your parted lips when Jungkook’s lips found the crook of your neck and alternated between sucking and nibbling on it and the surrounding area. His hand held your wrist and pulled you away from your heated sex making you groan in protest and look at him with pleading eyes.

You wanted nothing more than to get off right now and he’d just stopped you, just how evil could be? He kept his eyes locked with yours while he brought your partly slick fingertips to his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was straight out of the countless mature novels you’d read and it only made you wetter than you already were.

“Touch me,” you whined.

“If that’s what my princess wants,” he trailed off with a bite of his lips before pulling your shorts off with relative ease once you’d lifted your hips to allow him to do so. He brought his lips to yours again for a hungry, lustful kiss which you welcomed. Your fingers laced through the cropped hair at the nape of his neck to make sure he wouldn’t pull away just when things got good and he seemed all too happy to carry on from where he left off last time.

He nipped at your bottom lip causing a small gasp to come from you and give him the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into the kiss and invade your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer but still left enough room between your bodies to allow Jungkook to comfortably reach down between your legs and rub your clothed core in an agonizingly slow pace. You angled your hips towards his hand, silently begging for him to give you what you were desperate for but he didn’t comply. When he felt your hands skim over his back and tug the hem of his shirt upwards he had no problem helping you slip it off.

“Stop teasing me,” you whined against his heated neck and he chuckled at your begging.

“It’s not nice being teased huh?” Something in his voice sounded downright evil, he was giving you a taste of your own bittersweet medicine and you did not appreciate that. You sloppily kissed at the crook of his neck and then bite down into his smooth skin to teach him a lesson, or at least try to. You were positive it would leave a mark to be proud of and the thought of him brandishing your mark excited you. “Naughty girl,” he muttered and in the next instant he pulled your pastel pink lace panties to one side and inserted a digit.

You gasped and dug your fingers into his shoulder blades. You hadn’t expected that at all, despite it being the exact thing your actions were begging for. You groaned behind closed lips when his movements finally began to give you some relief.

“That good baby?” He teased, dropping his head to your neck and nibbling down it until he reached the collar of your shirt and had to cut his path short. He breathed out heavily through his nose and once again removed himself from you, unlike before where he licked your fingers clean he brought them up to your lips this time and patiently waited for you to take them in your mouth; you did so in a second, rolling your tongue around his finger that tasted of your lust. You sucked on his finger before letting it out of your lips with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Getting a girl so horny and stopping isn’t very gentlemanly,” you pouted childishly in this very adult situation and he grinned.

“Who said I was a gentleman?”

Admittedly no one had but still-

“Just let me take care of you for being a little brat these last few months,” his thumbs stroked the insides of your thighs before pulling you so that you were as close to the edge as you could get without falling off. He stroked up your thighs while dropping to his knees and you anticipated what he would do to you next. You lifted your shirt over your head so that you could get an unobstructed view of the boy between your thighs and he hummed happily at the sight of your bare chest above him.

Although he seemed to appreciate the lack of a shirt covering you he kept his attention on what he was already in the middle of and began to trail kisses along the inside of your thigh. The closer and closer he got to your core the more and more your heart clenched in anticipation only to fall with disappointment when he’d completely disregard paying any attention to your center and instead kissed up the inside of your other thigh. This time he gave you what you wanted though and ghosted his lips over your panties, eliciting a sigh from you.

You let your head tilt back when he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, disregarding them to god knows where on the floor; frankly it didn’t matter. “Good girl sit back and enjoy,” he whispered; allowing his heated breath to fan over your wet lips and send a shiver licking up your spine. You used your right hand to prop yourself up and your left tangled its way through his locks, holding them back so that you could watch the show playing out before you.

A breathy sigh passed your lips at the first touch of his tongue on your sex, he placed his tongue flat against you and licked upwards in what felt like an agonizingly slow motion that made you buck your hips when he met your sensitive bundle of nerves. Getting the hint Jungkook didn’t bother teasing you any more than that and focused solely on your clit. He alternated between sucking and drawing circles or figures of eight with his wicked tongue and it was going to be your undoing.

Jungkook was going to be your undoing.

“Jungook-” you moaned his name, eyes shut tight and nails just scratching his scalp from the sheer amount of effort it was taking you to keep your orgasm at bay; you didn’t want it to be over just yet. After hearing his name coming from your lips in the most erotic moan he’d ever heard he was ready to lose it.

“You should definitely say my name like that more often,” he licked his lips and stood up again.

“Maybe, but I want to know how you say my name,” you smirked, reaching your hand down to the front of his sweatpants to feel the growing bulge there. He hissed, throwing his head back, at the anticipated touch. He was already hard and you hadn’t even given him any pleasure in return, the thought that him working you had riled him up this much excited you even further and you slowly began to palm him through the soft material. “You like that?” You asked in an innocently sweet tone and he directed his dark eyes at you.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned as you slipped your hand into his tight fitting boxers and felt him. His boxers stretched to try to accommodate your hand as well but to avoid any awkward movements you retracted your hand in favour of pushing the rest of his clothes off for him to step out of and disregard. He grinned and pumped himself a few times while you watched, completely dumbfounded at the sight of the sinfully ethereal man in front of you.  “Close your mouth baby, you’re drooling,” he smirked at his needless teasing and a warmth spread over your face.

“Just fuck me please,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close to you. His warm chest pressed perfectly against yours and you appreciated the skin to skin contact.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he rolled his eyes devilishly and then lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing his tip along your slit to lubricate himself. You both let out a long drawn out sigh at the feeling until he suddenly slammed himself into you without warning causing you to wail in pleasure as he stretched you out and waited for you to get used to his impressive size.

“Fuck,” you whined by his ear. Your hand found its way to his hair again and you grabbed a fistful while he held your hips and thrusted into you at a speed almost rivaling the machine that was making your pleasure soar even further. You felt his lips on your collar bone and tilted your head back to give him better access which he seemed to be thankful for.

“I’ve wanted you for so long baby,” he whispered against your skin which made your heart race for a whole other reason. You tilted your hips ever so slightly to meet each and every one of his thrusts and it was damn near the best pleasure you’d ever felt.

“You wanted to fuck me for so long,” you managed through heavy breathes, “you don’t have to pretend.” Honestly the sexual tension that had been building up between you both had started to irritate you as of late so you didn’t really care about your efforts to avoid being another trophy to flaunt to his friends.

You dropped your head to his shoulder allowing a long drawn out moan to pass you lips and flow straight into his ear, something he seemed to be delighted by as shown by the way his hips moved even faster than before. Your nails clawed at the man’s back, leaving small welts of lust which prompted a low growl from him; one that you decided then and there was going to be a sound you never wanted to forget.

As your impending climax drew near your moans and gasps grew higher in pitch and as if sensing how close you were Jungkook moved his right hand to your clit and with his thumb circled at the nub in perfect timing to his thrusts that battered your most sensitive spot within you.

“Ah fuck,” you cried out, your head falling back while your mouth fell open to let out several moans that didn’t seem to want to be vocalized.

“Good girl, let go for me, I want to feel you cum,” Jungkook encouraged making sure to watch your every facial expression like it was his job. His encouragement was the final push you needed to his your climax and you couldn’t help but call out his name when you reached your much needed bliss. You were seeing stars and barely registered that Jungkook’s hips were meeting yours more frantically now as he chased his own climax.

You pulled your chest back up to meet his and sucked harshly on an unmarked spot on his neck, somewhere high enough that he wouldn’t be able to hide it underneath a t-shirt which seemed to be his go to. You wanted everyone to know you’d been there. Well, not by name but you had the sudden urge to mark territory that technically wasn’t yours.

Suddenly Jungkook pulled out of you and pumped his length a few times before the evidence of your sexual tension was released onto your lower abdomen. His breathes came out short and hard as he held the edge of the now still machine and dipped his head down to find your lips.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” He teased as he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up before grabbing your disregarded shirt from beside you and using it to clean up the mess he’d made. You were tongue tied, feeling tired and flushed, even a little dazed, from your activities you simply didn’t know what to say in the moment. Your confident and cocky side had withdrawn into itself all of a sudden and that irritated you. “I’ll uh, I’ll wash this for you and get it back to you as soon as I can,” he let out an amused breath along with his small grin as he dumped the bundle into his plastic basket and returned your ruined panties and shorts.

The thought of putting on the soaked undergarment caused a shudder within you so instead you pulled your shorts on without them and threw the lacy material into the basket with your t-shirt. “You ruined these too so go ahead and wash them at the same time,” you smiled sweetly and he rolled his eyes as he bent down a few feet away from you and picked up his t-shirt.

You could feel the heat burning up your cheeks as Jungkook eyed the way you folded your arms over your chest to cover yourself up; which was a little pointless since it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen now. “Here, wear my shirt,” he offered it to you in a gentle voice but before you could take it from his out stretched hand he used his other one to pull your other arm away from your chest. “In just a second,” he lowered his head and ghosted his lips along your collarbones, kissing the marks he’d left earlier before venturing further south and kissing over your breasts. You sighed contently at the attention he was paying them and massaged your fingers through his dark locks. “I didn’t get to fully appreciate them before,” he pouted and then stepped away to allow you to slip into his t-shirt.

“Maybe you can pay full attention to all of me when you deliver my clean clothes to me,” you giggled and hopped off of your machine so that you could move their contents into the dryer. While doing so you were acutely aware of the attention Jungkook paid to your ass and it made you excited if not a little nervous for some reason.

“Oh I definitely will baby girl,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice while you fiddled with the settings on your machine. A sigh escaped you when you stood back up and found the boy working on moving his own clothes into his machine and then a thought crossed your mind: what would this mean for you and Jungkook now? You disregarded the question when the boy taking up your thoughts came to stand in front of you and lifted your chin up to kiss you once more. “You look like you’re thinking too hard.”

“Never,” you shook it off and allowed Jungkook to lead you back to the seats across the room.

“YN? That you?” Mina called out after you closed the door to your small dorm room and kicked off your shoes.

“Yeah unnie, it’s me. I bought coffee,” you said in a sing song voice while shaking your booty through the threshold; to go coffee cup in one hand and plastic basket against your hip in the other.

Your closest friend in the world laughed at your antics and then placed her laptop onto the night stand while reaching out for her liquid energy. Her giggle died down quickly though when she studied you. “Whose shirt is that?” She queried leaving you to quickly decide on whether or not you should tell the girl the truth.

The girl knew your wardrobe like the back of her hand since you pretty much shared everything so saying it was new probably wouldn’t work either. You forced out a chuckle as you lowered yourself onto her bed, “well, eh… it’s a funny story;” you started off. Trying to downplay the events to lessen the chance of her inevitable ‘I-told-you-so’ at the end of the story.

Microwave (Mis)adventures (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, slight angst, smut / college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU,  Warnings | Explicit language, lots of sarcastic banter, pillow-humping, masturbation, kitchen blowjob (!!!), eating out, fingering, creampie, cum-eating, unprotected sex  Word count | 20k

Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.

After attending college for a good three hellish but somewhat fun (only because you live to torture yourself) semesters, there are six things that you think you’ve mastered. 

Sleeping at 6am and waking up just on time for your 9am the next day and ready to kick some ass. 

Relying on coffee – a true college student’s lifeblood – to survive the day. 

Pretending that you have your shit together – people around you think you have everything under control. You’re part of your faculty club, the editor of your school’s publication and also on the freaking dean’s list and have an immaculate GPA to maintain. 

Being a bitch because college has a lot of dumb people and you don’t understand how there are so many people with just one brain cell, that is almost close to none. 

Making lists because checking off each task from your list is as satisfying as sleeping in on a Friday. 

Making routines and sticking to them. 

If there’s any skill that you’ve mastered, it should be these few, though it’s highly unfortunate that you can’t list any of the aforementioned skills in your resume. Skill number six is also your pet peeve and you just abhor, detest, loathe, fucking hate it when your routine gets all screwed up and just about everyone around you knows how anal you are about following your routines for the better of mankind and you won’t hesitate to throw hands if something goes awry.

You’ve never thought that you would actually be throwing hands until you see some stranger occupying your usual seat at your 8am lecture, for fuck’s sake. You’re not being territorial. There’s no such thing as assigned seats in college, but after the first week or so, people just got in the habit of sitting in the same spot – it’s like an unspoken decision. But your favourite seat is taken. Rudely taken by a mob of dark hair who’s casually scrolling through his phone. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Reader Additional Tags: Breast Fucking, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Fraternity Series: Part 2 of Bangtan Tales Summary:

The runner of a nsfw blog, you’d never imagined running into a follower. You’re a dirty secret your followers kept to themselves. Then you ran into Jung Hoseok, your biggest fan.

Curiosity | Jeon Jungkook {M}

when innocent jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question… you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.

pairing: switch!jungkook x reader genre: smut words: 3.6k contains: college au, best friend’s brother, oral (m), bondage (m), kinda soft dirty talk/praise, condomless sex, jungkook has a huge dick (of course), he also has a massive crush on you a/n: thank you for the request, anon!

Of one thing you are deadly certain: you should not have left this essay to the last minute. Your fingers fly across the keyboard, tapping out words you hope form sentences coherent enough to net you a decent grade. There’s no other sound save for your occasional grunts of frustration, as your roommate is out on her long-awaited date with a cute lit major (Namjoon, was it?). You’re only a hundred words away from finishing, and you can’t wait to be done with this so you can get started on the million other things on your to-do list.

You’re so focused, you don’t even notice when the lock on your front door turns. You certainly don’t realize someone has slipped inside, backpack slung over one shoulder, bright-eyed grin on cute lips. It isn’t until— “Hello?”

“Gah!”

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see both sides like chanel. (m)

pairing— kim namjoon x reader x jung hoseok genre— rich kids au, college au, three very unhealthily codependent polyamorous best friends au, smut, fluff, some angst warnings— threesome (mmf, with some male on male action - kissing and heavy petting), oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, double penetration, cream pie word count— 9k about—

You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.

But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

The first word you had ever spoken was Chanel, the second was Joonie, and the third was Hosie.

Which is fitting, because at the age of 21, they are all still what you adore the most in this world.

But in a heartbeat, you would trade your whole entire Chanel collection just to keep both boys at your side. Even the vintage rarities and custom made pieces designed especially just for you. Because Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok are that priceless and precious to you.

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morning rush. (m)

pairing ~  college au!jungkook/reader warnings ~ exhibitionism?  summary ~ You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.   word count ~ 3.2k

+ Once the the train is tight enough, he senses that he can proceed inconspicuously. His hand drifts from your waist to the edge of your skirt, and you can feel the pads of his fingertips against your skin.

I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me.

Every time you see him, he sees you. Again and again you are stumped by one of life’s greatest obstacles: you can never really know what another person is thinking.

The year is almost over, you thought, and yet I have never spoken to this guy.

In the train station exactly five minutes away from your apartment, you see him every morning, without fail. You board the same ever crowded carriage, endure the thirty minute commute, then disembark at the same stop. Yet, no good morning, no hello, no subtle head nod, not ever. You were unsure if he was even aware of your existence.

At times you swore you could feel his eyes on you, palpably you had thought that he even awaited your appearance. On better days you would even think that he started to take an interest in you.

But when your mind would inevitably clear, you’d realise that no, this isn’t possible. He’s too tall and too fit to be anywhere near your league. He’s Jeon Jungkook, the ever coveted yet doubly mysterious first class university athlete. And you are… well, you.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga & Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V & Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V & Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Kim Taehyung | V, Omega Min Yoongi | Suga, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Threesome, Threesome - F/M/M, Dirty Talk, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College/University, Knotting, References to Knotting Summary:

in which omega/omega relationships are looked down upon, and taehyung is happy to take care of both you and your boyfriend.

Bite Me

Vampire!AU | Fuckboy!Jungkook x Vampire!Reader (ft. Hoseok & VMin)

genre: smut, angst, some fluff

rating: explicit

description: You’re not very fond of your fuckboy blood donor, who’s an open masochist. 

word count: 11k

warnings: cussing, masochism, blood, masturbation, drinking, dry humping, slight sadism, Sub!Jungkook, Dom!Jungkook, oral sex (female receiving), biting, spanking, slight choking, rough sex, and unprotected sex (use protection always please)

a/n: I was lacking ideas and then this one hit me. I wanted to make the reader a vampire instead of Jungkook to keep things interesting. In this AU, vampires are much like humans. Besides the enhanced speed/strength and need for blood. I included one thing from “The Vampire Diaries” but other than that, it’s a generic vampire AU. I hope you guys like it! This is honestly my favorite piece of writing so far… comments are appreciated! Also, “Keep Reading” does not work on mobile, I’ve heard. So please don’t send me asks about it. 

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Dangerously In Love [college au]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

Pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader, kim taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst, Eventual smut

Word Count: 799

Warnings: graphic depiction of murder

Summary: Y/N is finishing up her final year of university. She should be focusing on her studies, but when a series of female targeted murders begins in her city, she finds it hard to think about much else. The killer remains unknown, but she would never suspect the shy boy who sits next to her in class.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook, Original Characters Additional Tags: Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Kim Namjoon | RM, Orgy, Riding, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, handjob, Anal Fingering Summary:

Namjoon likes sex and he likes a lot of it, which is why he attends orgies on the regular. Always one of the dominate participants, he's surprised to find himself submitting to a new, handsome attendee one night.

Russian translation here.

Yolyyyy 😩😩😩

First of all, I don’t know what to say but thank you😭😭🥺 and secondly, Jesus this was hot 🥵 Ahhh I love youuu thank you for the bday gift wifey💕💕

Tease || Jikook (oneshot)

Pairing: Jiminx Jungkook  Genre: Jikook smut 18 + Mature (smut, fluff, a bit of crack?) sort of enemies to lovers? Warnings: Smut, hand job, oral receiving, member x member, teasing, edging, power bottom Jimin back at it again, biting, kissing, rutting, anal sex (use protection kids) Summary: Baseball captain Jungkook can’t help but to tease sweet Science nerd Jimin, but when his teasing goes too far, Jimin is quick to teach him a lesson.

A/N: This goes out to my wifey @koyakoo​ for her birthday. We’ve known each other for almost two years and in that time you have been one of the most important people in my life. You never judge and always shower me with love. I love you bun bun <3 I hope you love it.

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Waiting for more parts of this!! 😙🤌🏻

ego season masterlist | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

summary: your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

pt 01: ego season (m) 6.3k

pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.

pt 02: number 7 (m) 3k

pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

pt 03: hush-hush (m) 1.5k

pov: you receive a dick pic from jungkook while you're out on a family dinner.

pt 04: too hot to handle (m) 5.3k [one year ago]

pov: it's a hot summer day, and naturally, your brother's best friend can't take his eyes off your scantily clad body.

The Auction (M)

Photo Cr: BTS Twitter

Pairing: Hoseok x F. Reader

Genre: College!au/smut

WC: 7.6k

Summary: Your friend buys you a date with your crush Jung Hoseok for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: protected sex, oral (giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), some dirty talk

Date Posted: 2/7/2019

Groaning, you walked into sorority house your best friend belonged to, you caught sight of her sitting at the table right by the stage. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you parted through the crowd, calling your friend’s name as you reached her.

“Hey! You’re late, Y/n!” She informs you, moving her purse out of the chair intended for you to sit in. You push the white tablecloth out of the way, allowing you to sit down without dragging the tablecloth, dinnerware, and candles into your lap.

“How am I late? I didn’t want to come in the first place,” you reply sourly folding your arms across your chest to look up at the stage and see your best guy friend, Jimin Park on the stage. From beside you Rose raises her auction paddle, making you sigh in discontent. It was obvious to pretty much everyone on campus that Rose and Jimin were crushing on each other, obvious to everyone except them apparently. Here she was spending money on him when she could have him for free if she just confessed.

“Is this why you brought me? You know if you’d tell him how you feel he would take you out for free, right?”

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The Rulebook

The Rulebook by another-army-spot

Despite being the notorious fuck girl on campus, you have morals and values that you stick to with a solid set of rules.  One of your rules excludes Golden Boy, Jungkook, from ever getting a chance with you, much to both of your dismay.  And he intends to change that, with one really irresistible bet.

I really love this fic too (i say that about all of them?) Read the tags, but ENJOY. I think there are seven parts so sit back and read this beauty.

Hug-o-gram | Yoongi

→ summary: 

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K → a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie​ because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well… yoobie got me Good… anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy… appa yip yip

Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:

“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.

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HEY so i’ve spent a whole night (yeah yeah i started reading this around midnight and right now its 6:20am here) reading this thing. that’s it, got me tangled and shit. god, i love slow burn and i hate to say that i’d love they both and taehyung to make a trio, BUT it turned out so cute that i can let this idea off my mind. this is probably the fluff i needed to keep going with my life, so thanks for writing! you’re amazing

ps: sorry if i don’t make any sense it’s just that i’m sleep deprived as you can see

Call Me A Thief

a/n: Happy birthday Shay @today-we-will-survive​ !!!!! I can’t believe we’ve only celebrated two birthdays of yours thus far. It feels like we’ve been friends forever. Once again I’m going to say that I’m so thankful you’re my friend and thank you for being my rock and sometimes the only person I can talk to. I hope we can celebrate many more years together and that this is your best year yet! Love you - your ghost bestie/ whatever that really long one I never remember is 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader (brief mentions of Jung Hoseok x Reader as a past relationship)

Genre: College AU, e2l, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff 

Word Count: 31.3k

Warnings: mild language, minor self-hatred (more so in the form of self doubt), mentions of drinking but not descriptions, Jimin shows up tipsy, I guess name calling but it’s not that serious, a sick pet for a short minute, oc gets somewhat depressed towards the end but it’s resolved 

Summary: In a series of truly misfortunate events, a thief, a plantnapper and a muse-seeking photographer somehow cross paths on their admittedly huge (40,000 students huge) college campus. At first glance they’re just strangers but the more they get to know each other the more they realize their roots intertwine. If the universe had kept them apart for this long, surely it wouldn’t bring them together for a disaster. Right? 

You’re an idiot. Perhaps that stupidest person you know. I mean how can you steal someone’s bag thinking it’s yours? Especially when your backpack isn’t even black and yet here you are staring blankly at the black backpack that lies limply on the table in front of you. Staring at the bag you blink listlessly at it like maybe if you blink enough times the mirage will fade and your own backpack will be in front of you. And yet several silent moments later the black backpack still sits in front of you. You don’t even know who it could belong to. Your lecture consists of 400 students, the owner of the bag could be any of them. Even worse if you email your professor about it to return the stolen item you’ll be known as the girl who stole it. You’ll be a thief. Exhaling a large sigh you slump down onto the desk in front of you, a large thumping sound ringing through the otherwise silent top floor of the library, those around you unaware of the self-damning thoughts running through your mind. 

“Wake up nerd.” Jimin’s voice says and you don’t even have to look up to know he’s looming above you, enjoying the fact that he’s towering over you for once. Oh the woes of the tiny man with the tiny hands. He pushes your shoulder with said tiny hands and you’re half considering becoming weightless and letting him shove your limp body out of the chair just so the feeling of your ass hitting the hard ground will keep you from thinking about your mistake. You can’t even make fun of Jimin for being a dumb blonde now. Well, you could say he’s killing your brain cells. Your lips quirk up at the thought, placated by the idea of pinning your mistake on your innocent best friend. After all, teasing Jimin is your favorite part of the day. 

“Are you dead!” Jimin whispers and you shoot your head up just to glare at him. 

“Don’t act so excited. Plus if I were to die I would not want to go out in a library. How unglamorous.” 

“It would be rather tasteless wouldn’t it?” He pauses for a minute before his eyes widen. “Not that anything is wrong with dying in a library. I’m sure it’s cool.” He laughs awkwardly and you can’t help but chuckle. Ever since he watched that paranormal activity movie with Yoongi, Jimin is convinced that ghosts are real and that they’re listening to every word he says. Like they’d want to follow around a guy who spends his days trying to find the most incognito insoles and browsing the hair dye section at Walgreens. But alas Jimin has always been a victim of the spotlight effect and if you had to guess would view his life as some sort of reality tv show.

“Hey whose backpack is that? Are you meeting someone?” Jimin asks, nodding to the incriminating black bag still on the table. You groan and are in the midst of throwing your head back onto the table when Jimin forcefully stops you by wrapping his hands around your face. Unfortunately, he miscalculates which results in his palms slapping your cheeks while his fingers dig into your mouth that they’d mistakenly pried open. You sputter and scrunch your face in distaste, making a similar expression to that of a baby that has just tried a lemon. 

“When was the last time you washed your hands?” You screech, unaware of the eyes on you. “I can taste the day old cheeto dust. You’ve infected me!” You whine, taking a swig of your water to gurgle like it’s mouthwash. “I need to eat soap or something.” 

“I’m the victim here! Who knows where your mouth has been. Tell me, when was the last time you saw Jung Hoseok?” Jimin also screeches then proceeds to wince when you smack his arm. 

“You ass! I haven’t seen him since we broke up a year ago, you know that.” Jimin nods while pouting, rubbing the spot on his arm like your slap stung. When he sees you looking at the movement his mouth pulls into a smirk as he rolls up his sleeve to reveal his bicep. 

“Kiss it better?” He teases, yelping and jumping backwards before you can smack him again. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“Ditto.” 

“No one even says ditto anymore.” You scoff and he just shrugs. 

“I’ll bring it back, after all I’m famous you know?” 

“Just because you got ten likes on your tweet about your ex doesn’t mean you’re famous.” 

“Say that to my 200 followers.” He runs his fingers through his hair, his own version of a hair flip, before returning his attention back to the incriminating item on the table. “So is someone here with you or…” 

“I may have accidentally stolen someone’s backpack thinking it was mine…” You mumble, hoping that Jimin might not hear you. For a moment you think he might not have until you hear wheezing coming from beside you, Jimin practically sprawled across the floor as his laughter comes out in tiny squeaks. “It’s not funny! This is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done! All the bleach fumes from dying your hair has rotted my brain. This is all your fault Jimin.” You whine, bottom lip jutted and brows furrowed as you take on the expression of a kicked puppy. Jimin pauses for a moment in his laughter to observe your behavior before letting out two more huffs. 

“Aww don’t pout kitkat.” Jimin coos, pinching your cheeks between his chubby fingers as he pulls them back and forth until you crack a smile. His plush lips draw into a smile of their own, his eyes creasing as he gently taps your nose. “See kitkat it’s not that big of a deal. Do you know who it belongs to?” When you shake your head ‘no’ he frowns a little before a mischievous smile pulls at his lips. 

“Well we could always look through it? To find the name of the owner of course.” Of course. Not because you’re nosey bitches or anything. 

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