The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Warnings: Jungkook is actually an absolute sweetheart. Smut; kissing, handjobs, fingering and unprotected penetrative sex.
Word Count: 21K
Loitering at the edge of the curb that sits just outside your second-floor flat, you exhale a heavy sigh. There’s a long night at work ahead of you, no doubt; taking orders, making idle chitchat - standing on your feet for hours on end - and honestly, the idea of it has you feeling far less than enthused.
It’s not as though you hate your job. The tips are good and the kitchen staff are skilled enough that you rarely ever have to deal with any complaints, and given that your parents own the place it’s not as though it’s ever a struggle to change your shift or take the day off. Still, some days even the most motivated employees don’t feel like working, and today is one of those days.
Pulling your phone from your back pocket, you make sure to glance from left to right to check for oncoming traffic before succumbing to the lure of the sixth-inch screen now rested in your palm. You’re already smiling as you open the message that’s awaiting you; a reply from Namjoon confirming the plans you’d made to go see a film together this weekend - strictly as friends, of course. As handsome as Namjoon is, the two of you shared far too many childhood paddling pools growing up to ever be able to consider each other as anything more than the very best of friends - a good thing, really, considering he’s about as straight as a right angle.
You step off of the pavement, head bent low as your thumbs tap out a reply to the lightly teasing tone in which he so often texts you; so absorbed by the technology in your hand that you don’t even see the motorbike that’s speeding down the road, heading directly across your path. It’s not until it’s almost right on top of you that you even hear the engine’s roar, but as soon as your brain registers the sound it stops your body in its tracks, reflexively flinching backwards just in time to narrowly avoid being hit by anything more than a strong gust of wind as it careens past.
Panic-stricken, you very nearly drop your phone as you stumble back onto the safety of the pavement, hands shaking, and you don’t even really realise you’re yelling until people around you have started to stop and stare. The woman who’d seen it all happen and had originally begun to approach you to offer her aid has now thought better of it; crossing over to the other side of the road rather than deal with the adrenaline-fuelled rage that has you spewing a litany of curses after the motorcyclist and sticking your first and middle finger up in the air. You know he won’t be able to hear a word of it but you don’t let that stop you, only ending your tirade once his dot of dark hair has disappeared from sight and the sound of his motorbike has faded in the distance; a gentle, distant purr.
Jungkook glanced at the time, knowing your stream was going to start at any moment. Typing in the URL ‘kkams.com’ into the address bar, he was quick to log in. You were always cutest when you first started the show and you were still feeling shy.
username: domjeon09 password: bulletproofboy
It didn’t take long for him to go to his subscriptions and find you, after all you were his only favorited account to make it easy to find your videos.
You were his all time favorite camgirl on the website. He had watched various before but none had ever gotten him to feel the way you did. You were so cute and soft in comparison to the other girls who would dirty talk and scream their pleasure out on camera; you preferred to keep things relaxed and calm and let your shy personality enchant those who watched you.
You were one of the most popular on the site, Jungkook mused it was because you were a virgin. Guys had some kind of kink for that shit. Your videos were frequently flooded with men begging to be your first, but Jungkook wasn’t like that at all. He was attracted to that cute personality of yours.
He clicked to see your live had just started.
Right on time as usual.
He sat back in his chair, watching you on the screen as you smiled shyly.
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.”
jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings—
smut; oral (female receiving), some type of dry humping? (I googled and it
seems to he called intercrural sex? basically jungkook fucks between ur thighs
lmao), established relationship, fluffy and domesticated 🤧 words— 3,139
Jungkook steals your snacks while you’re away. Can he
make it up to you? He’ll try his best…
something small i originally started for his birthday! Was going to scrap it
altogether because I was too busy to finish on time, but i thought it would be
a shame, so here you go, take this mindless drabble 😭
➭ “Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.”
** warnings: violence, descriptions of blood and injury, gambling references, heavy themes, mentions of death, drug references, slow burn, rough sex, breathplay, unprotected sex, cumplay, facial, light analplay, derogatory language during sex
➾ summary: moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake.
➾ a/n: so. i had planned for this to be originally a one shot but it became to long and i thought i was never gonna finish it. i was stressed out about not posting for a month and that stress hindered me from writing, so i figured if i do a series instead, i would at least have something down and it would give me time to think coherently about the next chapters instead of publishing shit just for the sake of it. hope this is enough for you guys! sorry!
➳Kim Taehyung saved you, in more ways than one. Despite how unorthodox his methods of affection were, you couldn’t say anything – besides, he never went too far. Nothing was ‘too far’ when it came to keeping you by his side, right?
Pairing:Yandere!Kim Taehyung x Reader | (implied) future! Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre:Angst, Smut, university au! yandere au!
Warnings: violence, death, non-con marking, graphic descriptions of gore, abuse (and mentions of it), stockholm syndrome; smut warnings - (major)sadism + masochism, dom + sub tones, dirty talk, oral (receiving & giving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms
Notes: !!!HEAVILY INSPIRED BY ‘KILLING STALKING’!!! Please do not read if you are faint of heart, and I definitely do not support ANY of this. And I am definitely not romanticising this toxicity. I haven’t edited this.. well… soz lol.
↳ warnings: cheater!yoongi, sex work, face fucking, sir kink, dirty talk, slut shaming, yoongi calls u nasty names, spanking, multiple orgasms. choking
↳ word count: 3.1k
⁙ summary: in your little black book, min yoongi is your client tonight.
⁛ A/N: this….this has absolutely filthy dirty talk. good luck.
Friday, 8 December 2018. 11:30PM.
Client: Min Yoongi
Kinks: Choking, Spanking, Degradation, Sir Kink.
New Client. Mr. Min has requested I remain submissive and I do not address him by name, but simply by “Sir”. Charging him $2,000 for an hour of service delivered to your PayPal 24 hours before meeting.
⇁ warnings: dom/sub undertones, jealousy, choking, manhandling, overstimulation, tongue technology (receiving and giving), spanking, slight cum play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation if you squint, an unnecessary amount of Daddy kink, a lot of other things || unedited
⇁ word count: 5.6k+
⇁ summary: Dancing with Hoseok the entire night after a concert and leaving for the bathroom with him under Yoongi’s very angry, challenging gaze seemed like a good idea in theory, but now that you’re back at his place, you’re starting to question your decision because he certainly plans on making you regret it.
You giggled as you stumbled into Yoongi’s apartment, not really taking much time to look around as you felt the fuming man approach you. He skipped the kitchen or living room and lead you directly into the bedroom, where he closed the door behind him and finally turned around to you, watching you with a displeased look on his face, very different from his general facial expressions. You had never seen him like that and to be completely honest, it kind of scared you but at the same time, a part of you was deeply intrigued by what he had in store for you.
You licked your lips under his burning gaze and sat down on the bed, watching him carefully as he leaned against the wall and watched you with a deeply intrigued gaze.
“So?” he started and the beginning of this assumed-to-be argument confused you because he seemed angry when he saw you at the club but now he was calm and laid back, despite the fire in his eyes and the fact that he looked like he was plotting something. That made your skin tingle and for a moment you had the feeling that you were playing a game and that made you excited. But you had to keep your composure if you wanted this to play out nice and if walking was something you had within your plans for the next couple of days.