Pretty Girl~Jungkook

only you | jjk

“no one else can fix me, only you”

⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: mental health issues, extreme sadness, swearing, mention of traumatic event, mention of amnesia, mention of mental struggles, a lot of crying, mention of work pressure, mention of stress, mention of mental breakdowns, post traumatic stress disorder, mention of cowardice, remembering of trauma, mention of sex, mention of masturbation, a lot of making out, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, praising, penetrative sex, protected sex, and creampie

⏤ words: 7,450

⏤ summary: after a traumatic event, your world flipped upside down, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. an emptiness that has been eating you completely for the past year, but in the middle of the chaos that has become your life, there has been one person who has never left you. the only person that can fix you. jungkook.

⏤ author’s note: after reading this whole fic, i decided to not add or change anything about it since this was and still is an healing fic for me so i just corrected some small things here and there but for the rest, the fic is the same. i  want to thank every single one of you for everything you’ve done for the past year, it means the world to me! i hope you’ll enjoy this fic again ❤️

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‘tis your throne | jjk

➳ pairing: rich!jungkook x f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you thought that it’s your seat. but no, according to jungkook, ‘tis your throne.

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➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, nipple play, oral sex (f! & m! receiving), fingering, dirty talking, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f! receiving), big d*ck!jungkook, squirting, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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➳ a/n: hi, i’m back after decades lmao! since jungkook has been ‘no more buttons’ lately; I wrote another impulsive pwp! thank you so much @starlightauroras-main for beta reading and editing! ily so much uwu (≧▽≦)!! a big thanks to @jaeism for making me this beautiful banner ily mwah mwah ♥!!

Jungkook steps out of the elevator, sighing out of relief. He’s finally home after another hectic day; and even though he’s exhausted, his steps are fast, taking him to the door of his luxury condo. A familiar rush of happiness makes his heart thrum in his chest. He can’t wait to see a very special certain someone. He can’t wait to get lost in the feeling of his love, the light of his life.

“Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s searching voice snaps you back to reality. Pleasantly surprised, you step back from the mirror. He’s home already? Admiring your figure in the beautiful, lace lingerie one last time, you head towards the closet, your heels clicking against the tiled floor.

“Baby? Aren’t you home?” His honeyed voice wraps you up in a comforting daze.

You hurriedly put on a dress shirt to cover yourself, finally gathering yourself and answering him, “Coming!”

Running fingers through your messy and untamed hair, you close the bedroom door behind you. You walk out in the spacious living space, excitement bubbling up in your chest. You spot him on the couch, a glass of his old faithful scotch on the table in front of him as he frowns at his laptop screen.

After hesitating for a bit, you take a seat right beside him. A soft smile curves Jungkook’s mouth upwards, his right hand automatically taking a hold of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, resting your chin on his shoulder. Moments of comfortable silence stretches, and you enquire, your eyes fixed on him, “What is it?”

He shakes his head in response, squeezing your thigh gently. “It’s nothing love. Don’t worry.”

Not convinced at all, you hold his chin firmly, making his gaze shift to you instead. “Are you sure?”

With a heavy sigh, he closes the laptop wearily. Knowing very well that he’s stressed, you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in hopes of helping him. Jungkook melts under your touch, turning around to bury his face in the softness of your chest. You drop a chaste kiss on his forehead, feeling complete.

“What would I do without you, y/n?” he hums, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes fondly.

You peck his lips, touching your foreheads together. “Probably you’ll age faster with all the stress and be lonely.”

You suppress your giggle, earning an eye roll from him. Settling you on his lap, he slaps your butt teasingly. “You had to go there, didn’t you?” You barely manage to hold your laugh, struggling to keep silent. But, Jungkook seems to be far away from the conversation suddenly, his eyes now drinking you in slowly.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, his fingers gently tracing the border of your panties over the shirt. “Why are you wearing this today?”

You shrug. “I was just trying on random stuff the whole evening. After wearing this, I didn’t really feel like discarding them… so I just kept it on.”

He nods thoughtfully, bunching up the shirt around your waist to grab you. “Good thing that you kept this on. Can’t wait until all of these will be showcased on our bedroom floor.” His voice is husky and playful, and you feel his bulge growing against your core, your teeth instinctively sinking on the soft flesh of your lower lip.

Jungkook cups your cheek, pulling you closer to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. He nibbles on your lower lip, coaxing you to open up to him. You let out a gasp and his tongue finds yours, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he caresses your sides. A moan escapes you when he starts grinding his hips with yours, a low growl vibrating in his throat.

Out of breath, you pull away first, your pupils dilated from wild desire. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, throwing you a devilish grin. Unsure of what he’s about to do, you lean into his touch, purring.

“Jungkook!” You screech, suddenly turned upside down as he throws you over his shoulder swiftly, carrying you to the bedroom. A rough slap across your right ass cheek makes you whimper, and you can swear that there’s a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Once inside, he gently places you down.

Just as you’re about to go off on him, he pushes you up against the wall to your surprise, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Oh!” You mewl out, losing all your power to his ministrations. He nibbles on your earlobe, his gaze locking with yours.

“You’ll remember only me once I’m done with you, love. Just me and how I make you feel.” The determined tone of his voice and hunger evident in his honey brown orbs are proof of just how serious he is about his plans.

“Is that so?” You make sure to flutter your eyelashes in the end, the words rolling smoothly off your tongue.

Jungkook is sure he has seen every shade of the very wide range of your smiles, but the smug grin painted on your lips right now is something else entirely. He looks at you transfixed, unable to act on his sinful thoughts. You are more than capable, though.

You push him away, walking slowly towards the luxurious king-size bed. Your hips sway to an enchanting melody only your mind knows. With a graceful twirl, you fall on the sheets, inviting Jungkook with your index finger and irresistible, lustful eyes. He lazily strides up to the bed, sizing you up and down. Just a moment later, he’s towering over you, waiting for the next move.

A teasing spectacle begins to unwind — you start undressing yourself, your every motion frustratingly slow. You kick your heels off, while your fingers pull your dress shirt up to peel off the tights, spreading your legs slightly with feet pressed against Jungkook’s chest. His strong hands, ludicrously eager to touch you, move the sheer material down delicately, letting it fall on the floor. His mouth instantly glues to the bare skin of your ankle, peppering tender kisses up your leg without breaking eye contact.

Like a tulip blooming beneath the warm sunlight, you gently caress your bare thighs under his gaze, the elevation of your breaths making him smile. You can feel your skin tingling for his touch, the urge to have him almost too much to bear. He leans down to nuzzle your inner thighs, a jolt of electricity spreading goosebumps over your skin.

You finally divest yourself of your sheer white dress shirt, noticing the newfound hunger in Jungkook’s gaze scanning your barely clothed silhouette. The smirk crossing your face matches his as you pull down the straps of your bra, letting your breasts jump out of the cups. His pants suddenly become unbearably tight. Soon it becomes apparent that there’s a certain rush required...

Impatient, he peels off your lace thong, the delicate material flying away somewhere in the room. He leans in to kiss you, your legs automatically curling around his waist.

“I can’t believe that I get to see this piece of art whenever I want.” Jungkook whispers between hard, long kisses, his hands massaging your breasts. You gasp, pulling on his purple strands of hair as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Wet heat gathers in your core, his mouth sucking on your collarbones.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, y/n.” His hot breath fans over your erected nipples. You moan wantonly, throwing back your head in pleasure when he finally wraps his lip around a sensitive bud, his tongue eagerly licking on it. His left hand occupies itself with your other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. He groans, biting you softly when you pull a bit too hard onto his hair, a strangled whimper leaving you.

You try to buck up your hips against his, seeking friction between you two. Jungkook stops immediately, looking up to see your current state — a writhing mess. With a gentle bite on your nipple, he leaves your chest, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

You whine in protest, trying to pull him down on you. But he’s much stronger – only giving you a sly grin. Desperate for his touch, you grab his hand, guiding it between your legs, just where you want it. But he takes his hand away, demanding, “Tell me, y/n. Tell me what you want.”

With a shaky breath, you whisper, “I need you to touch my clit, please.”

As a coy smile plays on his lips, he lets his finger trail down your belly, approaching your slit. Jungkook stops right before the swollen nub, chuckling at your whine. “Please.” You lift your ass, hoping that his hand will slide down as a result. But, he pushes your hips down, his voice low, “Behave, sweets.”

Watching your puppy dog eyes, he sighs. You know his weak spots. With one last look, he nestles himself between the warm cocoon of your thighs. You clutch onto the bedsheet, knowing very well what’s about to happen. “So eager for me.” The heated words puff against your core and you squirm.

He gently thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing a soft whimper from you. Increasing the pressure on it sometimes, he enjoys the sounds you make in response. He gently nips your inner thigh, one of your hands flying to his long hair. Jungkook kisses your clit before starting to suck on it. “Please… That’s… ” You choke out, his adept tongue stimulating you further.

“That’s what?” You can feel his smile against your skin. Inhaling sharply, you say, “That feels so good.” His teeth drag on the nub, making you scream, “Jungkook!”

Jungkook knows he looks just as wrecked as you, his eyes fixed on your hazy ones and his hair tousled from your tugging.

In a massive surge of desire, he extracts himself from you to get rid of the problematic fabrics on his body. With his hungry gaze on you, he flings both his underwear and pants off. Your smile widens at the bold initiative; and you sit up to reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it. Your eyes fall on his erection, the glorious size of it bobbing lazily. Gingerly, you let your hand skim the lines of his chiseled abs, inching closer to his cock.

“Later.” Jungkook whispers, grabbing your wrist before it can reach him. He pushes you down on the bed, towering over your small form. It seems like he’s back to admiring your naked body, his eyes roaming all over you.

“You’re all fucking mine.” The material of his shirt slid off his shoulders with a tug, leaving both of you in the raw.

Every time he sees you naked feels like the first time, even though he’s known every inch of your body by heart – touched it, licked it, kissed it, sucked it, memorized it. Nevertheless, he can’t get enough. His jaw drops every single time he’s met with your mesmeric curves.

So he just stands there, like the fool he is for you, examining you with his wild brown eyes as if he is comparing you with a fantasy, holding his urge on a leash. You stare back at him, your eyes alight with similar fascination and tenderness – now slightly overshadowed by something more primal.

In the blink of an eye you are all over each other again, rolling around the bed with lips melting in a fervent kiss and curious fingers uncovering one another’s mysteries. The cold weather outside seems a distant world away as the heat between you magnifies with every shared breath.

Jungkook’s greedy lips quickly follow down your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. The sweet distinctive trace of vanilla on your blazing skin befuddles all his senses, but he doesn’t allow that weakness to hinder his primary mission.

“Jungkook…” A sharp moan escapes your mouth at the sensation of his tongue closing around the soft spot behind your ear. His hands take care of your shaking body, his rock hard cock resting against your navel.

The journey soon continues; his hands slowly heading towards your core, driving you absolutely insane with even the tiniest movement. He’s partially stunned by how responsive you are to his touch, how your body reacts just the way he wants it to.

He dips his index finger into your warmth, groaning as he feels your juices coating him. “Fuck. You’re dripping wet, sweets.”

He doesn’t even have to send a proper request – you open yourself willingly, spreading your legs wide. But Jungkook just smirks roguishly in response, shaking his head.

“I have another idea.” He kisses you one last time and flips you two over, leaving you flabbergasted and gawking at his manhood standing tall for special attention. “Come here.”

You do as you are told, using your elbows to straighten up before straddling him. He bites his lip in silent frustration when your soaked folds wet his member, gliding up his length. The hiss he let out disappears into your mouth when you throw yourself at him with a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grab your hips possessively, forcing you to move forward.

“Closer.” He mutters, kissing your jaw.

Unaware of his intentions, you blink confusedly. But that sly smile dancing on his face quickly reminds you how good of a player Jeon Jungkook is. And always such a giver.

You kiss the tip of his nose and rise up, moving all the way up, until you’re settled directly above his mouth.

“Is this my seat?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, dripping with anticipation.

“'tis your throne, love.”

Jungkook doesn’t offer you a chance to answer – he lowers your hips, guiding your entrance straight onto his mouth. You teeter at the contact, hands reaching blindly for the bed frame, while his firm grip on your body keeps you in place.

He gives you no chance to recover – his tongue begins teasing your clit, every flick deliberate and exhilarating, setting your body on fire. Your hips roll to the rhythm of his skillful ministrations, begging for more friction.

The bed frame serves its purpose perfectly, your knuckles turning numb from the pressure of gripping for steadiness. You bite your cheek, trying to muffle the moans escaping your mouth. But how can you stay silent when he’s sucking you so good? You are about to let the whole neighborhood know that you’re riding Jeon Jungkook’s face.

His mouth doubles the effort, driving you higher and higher. As pleasure rips through you, you feel how exposed you are without his steadying arms wrapped around you. You instinctively reach for your breasts, squeezing them as hard as you can, floating through the orgasm with frenzied moans spilling out your lips.

Jungkook takes in every nuance of you – the way your body flexes on him, eyes half shut by the ecstatic feeling, your breasts aquiver, beads of sweat rolling down your skin and that sweet, sweet taste. You are spectacular and he is determined to keep you on the high wave.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook continues lashing at your clit after you fall apart. The overwhelming heat keeps on spurring you, making your knees quiver.

“Jungkook!” You yelp, not sure if it’s a cry of relish or call for help. It doesn’t stop him, though. His tongue sweeps your cunt relentlessly while his thumb rubs your oversensitive clit.

But you have to get his attention. “Jungkook, wait!”

He stops, utterly concerned, holding your shaking thighs. Before he manages to ask what’s wrong, you speak up again, your velvet voice faltering as you beam with satisfaction.

“I have an idea.”

Jungkook loosens up the grip on you and watches with piqued interest as you spin around just to nestle on top of him, with your cute bum landing right in front of his face. You send him a sultry look over your shoulder, take his cock in your soft hands and give him a few powerful strokes.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to–”

The sentence is cut in the middle when your tongue twirls around his tip, pulling his length deep in your mouth. His hands land on your ass, seeking for something to grip tight as your excellent work sends a visceral thrill through his whole body. He can’t see you, but he can feel you struggling to take him all in. But you’re no quitter – a paralyzing warmth takes over his body a few moments later. His hips buck up slightly to meet your mouth, your head moving sluggishly up and down his throbbing cock. For a split second, you completely blow his mind.

In an instant, Jungkook gathers himself and gently brings you closer in one swift movement. His mouth dives into your pussy again, eliciting a strangled moan as you squirm on top of him.

When he slips two fingers to join his tongue, you stop dead in your tracks, falling forward, choking on his cock that hits your throat. He can feel every muscle on your body tensing at the additional friction. You moan loudly around his length, sending vibrations through him. He groans, his tongue ravishing your slit. The pace of his fingers slow down ever so slightly, in rhythm with your pulsating cunt.

Riding out the high, you want to return the favor. Jungkook will cum with you too. Porn made it all look so easy and nonchalant, but it’s truly arduous. How are you supposed to pay all your attention to sucking his girth, When you’re already so close to your 2nd orgasm? He knows how to draw out the pleasure from you.

As your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, you set your furious focus on his cock. Your head bobs up and down, tongue and hand working his length up tirelessly in an unsteady, yet powerful manner. Your dedication is greeted with a few muffled moans and an additional digit teasing your entrance as a reward. It’s definitely not a race, but feeling his tongue and fingers plunging deep into your core, you finally realize Jungkook obviously plans to completely demolish you. And you are slowly giving in.

The air fills with obscene slippery sounds and quiet humming on both sides – the obvious proof of immense pleasure building up. Despite your ecstasy-fueled exhaustion, you keep your pace, tongue and fingers working earnestly to push him over the edge. Your moans and whimpers get louder soon, your walls squeezing him as you feel his cock throbbing in your mouth.

Maybe it’s a race after all. Maybe the fervor of your movements match your dedication to each other.

You sense the release is close. You feel it deep inside your core, as Jungkook’s dynamic licking and rubbing paralyzes you with blissful shivers. Your mouth stills around his member, your whole body trembling as you cum again. In a flash, you collapse on him with absolute pleasure, unable to move for a long while, basking in the afterglow. Jungkook slows down, gently licking each drop you offered, prolonging the pleasure.

When you finally have the power to extract your mouth from his cock and sit up, you notice that he’s still rock hard. Your saliva makes the veins glisten, and you almost feel bad for failing to make him cum.

“Sweets? Are you okay?” His hand rubs your back soothingly, concern laced with his voice. You nod, slowly turning around to finally meet his gaze, his frown melting into a soft smile. One blink and you’re on your back again, his body covering yours as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Jungkook!” You mewl, his chin slick from your essence. He grunts in response, his cock sliding along your slit. “I want you.” He states, his tip right on your entrance, waiting for your confirmation.

“Fuck me, then. Take me now.”

Without any hesitation, he enters you with a hefty push, filling you up in a way you’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s because you’re overly sensitive, or maybe because you just tried something new with him… you don’t know. You hear the hitch of his breath once he hits the hilt, a desperate moan escaping you.

You are perfectly accustomed to his size somehow. But you didn’t expect this all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before even he is pounding you. A series of vehement whimpers escape your mouth without your permission. Your chest heaves as you struggle to control your breathing.

Jungkook immediately notices the unconcealable shift in your demeanor. He cups your cheek, slowly pulling out of you.

“Baby, is everything all right?” He whispers, his voice full of concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

You instinctively grab his hand and lock your body on him with an inaudible cry, every word a torture. “I want you inside.”

He nods, relieved, pulling you as close as it is humanly possible. Your head lolls back, resting comfortably on the pillow so you can glance at him between the fits of passion. You two exchange a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other’s presence. Jungkook’s lips brushes over your forehead in a sweet kiss just as he begins moving inside of you.

He starts off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he can, keeping you cradled in his protective arms. Your previous remark proves to be right – you are insanely tight and lubricated, your scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knows he won’t last long.

“Harder, please.” You whimper, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible for the upcoming days. He willingly complies, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by your heavy breathing and pleasure vocalizes in the most indecent way.

Everything is Jungkook – he invades all your senses, emptying your mind, leaving nothing but his name. You can feel the thunder of your heart pounding against your chest; his hands mindlessly roaming over your curves as you remain trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers sneak up to your clit, rubbing you with expert precision while his cock keeps on ravishing you. You are mere seconds away from yet another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.

His deafening groans get more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, his fingers pleasuring you frantically.

You double over the edge soon, screaming out his name in pure pleasure. Jungkook ruts his hips harder, getting closer to his release. But, on the other hand, something carnal starts building up in your body, your vision blacking out as suddenly you feel a flow of warm liquid running down your thighs. Jungkook curses, “Fuck baby. Fuck! Look at you squirting, a freaking goddess.”

You could only purr in response, your addled brain unable to register anything else. He growls out loud, the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him along with the hot liquid of your squirt on his stomach too much to handle. With a final sloppy thrust, he chokes out a groan of your name, thick ropes of his cum spilling inside you. Completely spent, he falls over your body, your bodies a tangled mess of each other.

Once you both have recovered and cleaned up the mess; Jungkook pulls you into his arms, sighing contentedly. You draw random patterns on his chest with your finger while he strokes your hair. The comfortable domestic silence prolongs, until Jungkook speaks up again.

“Was I too hard on you today?” He tilts your chin, his eyes gentle. For a moment you lose yourself in the warmth of his eyes…

“Not at all, I – enjoyed it.” You smile softly, lowering your head. He touches his forehead with yours, his lips just a breath away from you.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He squeezes you in his arms, kissing you gently on the lips. You hum appreciatively, sighing.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You two share an endearing, personal smile that’s reserved for each other. Burying your face in his chest, you listen to his steadying heartbeat and slowly drift off to a peaceful sleep.

the end ♥

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Teacher’s Pet | JJK (1)

—chapter one: daydreams and beginnings

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, smut

♡ ⟶word count: 5.1k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: dom!jk, bratty sub!oc, lecture hall sex, oral sex (f rec.), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (mentions of taking morning-after pill), jk hasn’t had sex in a minute so he fucks oc like his life depends on it, humiliation & degradation kink, oh and mentions of romeo and juliet being sneaky links?

♡ ⟶chapter summary: Romeo and Juliet weren't the only ones risking it all for a forbidden fuck. Your professor finally decides, after an entire semester, to address the blatant heart eyes you've always had for one another when you stay after class. With the semester wrapping up, Jungkook realized it was now or never.

this is part 1 of my new teachers pet series, but can be read as a stand-alone

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You swear you did not rationally, or even consciously, doodle a heart on your paper like a ten-year-old girl with a crush. You refuse to believe it. However, with the way Mr. Jeon keeps pacing back and forth, bottom lip between his teeth for the split second that he allows his eyes to meet yours during his lecture, your mind couldn’t care less about the damn doodled heart.

You’re not ashamed or scared to get caught gawking, one reason being that you've already been caught. Many times, actually. So what’s one more?

The other reason is that he does it often and oh so casually too. Mr. Jeon wasn’t going to pretend like he didn't notice you sitting there every week with your teeth nibbling at the end of your pencil, thighs squeezed shut with a resting, subtle pout on your plump lips. He wasn't going to act oblivious to that look in your eyes either, he was able to quickly pinpoint that certain look, that plead, the day he first saw it.

It’s been two months since you got transferred into his second semester English Lit class, and fuck were you grateful for your other professor's sudden leave.

Though he'll never admit it, he's just as grateful.

Two full months of him eye-fucking you— or you eye-fucking him (hard to tell)— and trying his absolute best not to let his curiosity lead him to wonder how utterly drenched you potentially were in your chair, actively trying his best to prevent the possible blood flow to his crotch. A mid-lecture boner would be a disaster, he reminds himself frequently.

“Your assignment for this week should be fairly easy, it’s your final analysis. I want you to pick a classic literary piece and analyze one of the less-talked-about thoughts, ideas, or events in it that can or do contribute to the original meaning of the said literary piece.”

You've picked up on this one habit of his, which is how he adamantly avoids glancing in your direction when he speaks— because your reaction to just his voice alone?... It's enough to make him weak in the knees. Again, he can't be in that state mid-lecture. Horrible.

His pacing comes to a halt when he takes a seat behind his desk and on his desk chair, and you truly can't resist sparing a quick look at his man-spread thighs. His toned, thick thighs that are now straining against the hard-working material of his chinos. You can't resist imagining what it would feel like to pleasure yourself against those thighs, the way it would feel if he tensed the muscle beneath you. You can't resist imagining how his toned, tattooed arm would contrast so sexily against the soft, delicate skin of your back, holding you flush against him as you moved your hips. The words of encouragement that would slip past his lips. God.

"If no one has any further questions that should be it. Format the analysis how you usually would, grading rubrics and the deadline date will be emailed to each of you by tonight."

His words are only a vague mumble to you and you don't doubt that you probably look like one of those exaggerated head-over-heels cartoon characters right now. Cute, but beyond embarrassing when you're not aware that you're the only one still seated, half the room already having piled out the door.

Luckily, you were self-aware a few minutes ago when he explained the assignment, and with the way he was now watching you intently, wondering if you were going to just sit there forever or finally initiate the first move given that he would never bring himself to, you impulsively walk over to his desk after strategically deciding to 'discuss the assignment further' as a poor excuse to talk to him.

"Ms. Y/L/N." His tone was of faux shock yet casual, playful almost. It's too soon for him to be certain about you're main objective, but the second you approach his desk- the new, thick and suffocating air is indisputable.

"I have an idea for the assignment, but I want to run it by you first... get a second opinion before I start."

He nods his chin upwards in a gesture for you to continue, and with the way his eyes are even darker up close, you can't help but internally shudder.

"So I'm choosing Romeo and Juliet, basic, I know, but -" you cut yourself off when the loud click of the door's automatic lock echos throughout the lecture hall, the heavy wooden door now sealed shut and acting as a barrier that's shielding you and him from the scrambling students who were now gone. His eyes flick to the door, then right back to yours, and the air gets even more suffocating.

"- you know how their love is considered to be like... undeniable?" Your voice was more of a timid whisper and he rolls his tongue inside of his cheek and does that hot nod thing again and you just know that your panties are done for by now.

"Well, I don't doubt that it was undeniable, but I do doubt that it was love at first sight. Romeo definitely had a thing for her, but 'love' wasn't what originally drove him to do the unimaginable. It was lust."

He looks as if he wants to laugh, but he won't. He wouldn't. Humored, though, he acknowledges your theory.

"And how do you think that contributes to the overall message?"

You brace yourself for your first bold statement of this encounter, adverting your eyes to glance over the organized piles of papers in front of you while speaking.

"Well, the overall message is what true love can look like, but what if it's what true lust can look like. It makes sense, to me at least... but I'm sure you can understand that concept just as well."

He straightens his once slouched position, his elbows propping against the surface, his chin dangerously close to your chest. His forehead wrinkles the slightest bit as he stares up at you from the somewhat awkward position, a dark spark hidden just beyond each pupil.

"So you think it was a sexual desire that drove them to do the unimaginable?"

Whether it was his words or his proximity, you can't take back that small, struggled whimper that left your throat. He can't take back the sudden blow flow to his dick either.

"Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature." It was his turn to get flustered by your words, all of the "what if's" he's ever fantasized about you clouding his mind completely, leaving his body to selfishly betray his own thought-over morals, eager to indulge in you while he has the chance. It is your graduation month after all.

Jungkook knows this is something he will never be able to take back. He knows that this is crazy, absurd, against his contract's code of conduct, and just downright wrong. But he also knows that you're an adult- a young one at that, but still an adult. However, he's also aware that you're impressionable, so that's exactly why he'll let you be the one to choose what happens. He'll only do what you want to do, the desire is strong but nowhere near greedy enough to take advantage.

He's prepared for you to second guess, and when you do, he won't try to convince you to stay.

Fuck him or don't, it'll be that sexual desire of his that lead him to willingly want to do the unimaginable with you in the first place. Well, desire and the fact that his current personal life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows lately either. He's been stressed and in immense need of a good distraction, so an old-fashioned quick-fuck is not so bad of an idea.

The more the pros outweigh the cons, the more that want overtakes and he's realizing how badly he needs this. He needs you right now more than ever.

"If you want it, it's yours."

You certainly did not have to tell him twice, his actions being supernaturally fast as he gets up to stand to flush against your standing body, large hands settling on your waist, your heartbeat no longer being able to keep up a subtle rhythm and you know he can feel it booming against his own chest because you are close enough to feel him against you.

In the midst of a gasp, he places a much-needed kiss on the set of lips that he was never able to resist thinking about— coming to find out you exceed his expectations. He sucks, bites, and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, hips instinctively grinding for friction.

And you? You're a mess.

He already has you moaning, and you can't tell whether it's from pleasure or it's your way of pleading— but both make sense. Your knees feel like jello and your pussy is throbbing underneath your drenched, hopeless panties. The taste of his mouth is something you never want to part with, and the feel of his needy bulge using your body for relief is something you're still having trouble wrapping your head around.

"You wanted this so badly, huh? Daydreamed about moments like this?"

Your cheeks flush pink at the fact that he's correct. Not that you didn't suspect he already had a gist of what you think about when he's teaching his lectures, but you're still embarrassed hearing him confirm it.

He brings one hand from your waist to hook a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to face him. "Tell me one of your favorites."

Your brows furrow in confusion, not understanding what he means. Before your parted lips could move to speak, he elaborates. "Walk me through one of your favorite fantasies you've had... Tell me what you visualized me doing to you."

Your pussy was abused without even being touched yet. His words traveled straight to a knot in your lower stomach, causing a wave-like sensation to wash over you, settling at your entrance.

"Fuck." Was all you were capable of letting out, too much in a haze to form a coherent answer. You want to relieve this painful tension, but he's taking his time.

"The faster you walk me through it, the faster I'll do it."

"I would think about you naked, a lot, your hands all over me, fucking me so hard 'til I feel numb. I thought about my mouth around you, the things you'd call me."

His cock twitched at each confession, especially that last one.

"Yeah? And what did I call you?"

"A slut... a behaved slut."

The deep bass of his voice followed his sadistic chuckle, accompanied by his cock pressing even harder against you, making you whine as the sensation cascades over you more intense than before. "Is that true? Are you a slut?"

The residue of his chuckle is in the form of a smirk, eyebrows raised as he intently waits for your answer. "That's for you to decide... you'll have to find out on your own."

They weren't the words he expected, but he was beyond satisfied with doing just that. Finding out. Not without milking the temptation out further, of course.

"What about behaved? Do you behave?"

"Only when I want to."

He keeps his playfulness intact even when he forcefully wraps a hand around your throat. His grip contradicts his light, kind smile significantly. You gasp at the suddenness of it all.

"Uh oh... Looks like I'm going to have a rough time." He guides you by the throat to walk backward, crotch still pressed against you when your ass shoves against the edge of his desk. "But if you are a behaved slut for me, we can both have a good, rough time."

You understand his implication far too well, and if your pussy wasn't convulsing around nothing, you might've just pressed your stubbornness further.

Your eyebrows crease in pity from his dominance winning but his proposition was something you really needed, and he sees the eager agreement on your face. He notes your willingness to comply, and the strong grip on your neck tames down as he rejoins your lips, slowly.

Humming as his tongue teasingly trails up along yours, you cautiously bring your open hand flat to his chest, feeling out the muscular ridges you would always see a faint imprint of even from afar.

“Get on the desk.”

His voice was more of a murmur but the faint undertone of unmistakable authority was more than prominent. Following his breathless request, you use both hands to grip the edge of the desk, pushing yourself up to set your ass on its surface.

Even though your legs are spread only the slightest, he could still fit in between if he wanted to. However, he’s not coming closer like you assumed he would. Amused, he stands one foot away from your waiting core.

“Look at you, sitting on my desk making a mess of yourself.”

He’s not wrong. Before him lies an image of your breathless body panting almost hysterically, a facial expression so lewd as you wait to just feel something, anything against you. All while being completely oblivious of you're unhinged, yearning state.

His words snap you back into your right mind, a large gulp took to help stabilize your heavy breathing.

"Please."

As if his smile couldn't have grown any eviler, he places a finger to your lips, inching closer but not letting your clothed core meet his bulge.

"Please touch you?" He doesn't give you a chance to speak, his free hand having crept up unnoticed, landing his middle fingertip on your soaked core. Despite it being covered by two layers of material, you’re soaked enough for it be felt through both. "Touch this wet pussy of yours?"

You let out a whiney groan to show how excruciating his temptation is, all in hopes he just might cave in.

His finger trails up to the side of your pant's waistband, his other hand falling from your lips to join the opposite side. Hooking his four digits into the material of the fabric on both sides, the tops of his fingers against your bare skin as he roughly yanks your pants and panties down in one swift movement, his biceps tensing, leaving them bunched up at your knees before slowly pulling them off completely.

He stares at the picture he created, the picture he unveiled, and relishes in the way your delicate, plump pussy looks on top of his desk. This new sight was enough to make him needy. His own tortuous temptation catches up to him as he finds himself magnetically closing in the space between your pussy and his bulge.

You stare down at the contact only for half a second before a familiar hand is grasping at your neck and your lips are directed and then captured between his.

Testing the waters, you grind subtly against him.

Whimpering into his mouth, you realize how worked up you truly are after him taking his sweet time, and the friction from rubbing against his covered bulge alone is something you can see yourself cumming from.

And from the way he’s breathing shallowing against the kiss, chest rising just to crash back down, you know he’s worked up too.

“Please… Fuck me.”

You stop your grinding when he ignores you, knowing that he wasn’t moving his hips anyway. He was letting you be the one to create that friction because he knows he’s too hard to do it back. Just like you, cumming from friction alone wasn’t a far stretch in his mind.

Upon your stopping, he breaks the kiss, the sloppy, hopeless kiss, and puts some distance between your bodies again.

You watch as he debates something in his head, noticing how his eyes narrow upon having made a decision, and before you can even question him, he’s walking over to the opposite side of the desk and grabbing hold of his desk chair. You instinctively grind against nothing as you watch him roll the chair over, parking it right in front of you.

The chair was low enough that if he sat in it, his mouth would be leveled with your core, and he would be able to—

You gasp in partial realization of his plan and partial excitement.

Doing as expected, he sits on the chair, rolling himself closer and closer until you bite down on your lip from the feeling of his warm breath directly against you.

He pauses, eyes up on you. You realize he’s stopped, so you look down and are caught in his gaze, a microscopic smirk on his face as he speaks.

“This is just foreplay, don’t even think about cumming.”

You feel yourself convulse at his words, at his implication that he’s going to fuck you but not without performing oral first. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are.

“So what if I do? Are you gonna fail me, Mr. Jeon?”

You couldn’t help yourself. And you really wish you could have when you feel his tongue slip past your slit, completely skipping over easing you into the sensation and instead rapidly flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud until your moans transform into something of a scream.

“Slower, you have to go— Fuck! Slower.”

He chuckles against you, hands engulfing your inner thighs and squeezing the plushness of each one to his liking. His hands are strong and his grip is tight and you know you’re going to have bruising all over the areas he’s mindlessly toying with.

“Don’t call me ‘Mr. Jeon’, it’s Jungkook… And if you want to cum, you’ll drop that attitude of yours. Haven’t you been taught manners?”

His short break to speak was enough for you to miss his tongue, even though it was too fast for you to handle, and you whine as you push yourself against his lips to shut him up and get more.

He smiles against you, licking a stripe up your slit once, originally planning to pull back but something about how you tasted was too enticing to do such. Instead, he indulges deeper. Hungrier. And this time it’s not just his tongue flicking over you, but his whole mouth swallowing and exploring every part of your pussy.

His bottom lip starts at your entrance, top lip at your clit, and he closes them in to meet, all while his tongue is busy exploring the space in between. He repeats that until he discovers the way your tight hole feels around his tongue. Until he finds out how your pussy contracts when he licks your clit with the flat of his tongue. And you repeat your moans, the chants of his name, the wave in your stomach that’s building and building each passing second until you can’t take it anymore.

“Mm m’gonna cum if you don’t stop soon.”

You tried your best to sound normal, but your voice was two octaves too high and your breathing threw off any chances of sounding remotely close to nonchalant or ‘normal’.

He really doesn’t want to stop, but he can’t have you cumming. Not yet.

Pulling away, at a loss of breath himself, he stares up at you, his lips swollen and glossed with your juices, eyes trance-like.

You stare back with the same needy gleam, and for the first time he gives in to your wordless plead, his hands making their way to his belt.

You watch as he fiddles with the pesky belt buckle, eagerly yanks the zipper of his pants down, and pulls both his briefs and pants to rest on his mid-thighs. You watch as his length, the one you were right about in your daydreams, springs up sternly against his lower stomach, holding an angry tinge of red. You watch as he uses his thumb to spread the thick bead of precum that balanced along his slit. You watched, but more importantly, you craved. So fucking badly.

And so did he.

Standing up, he notes how you’re too out of breath to maintain a proper kiss, so he settles on the skin of your jaw, biting, sucking, licking, pecking, all while he slowly strokes himself, his shaft angled just above your vulva.

Just as he parts his lips from your jaw, you spread your legs a little wider, angling them up just the slightest until Jungkook’s eyes squint in thought.

“What?” You breathily ask.

He glances back over his shoulder for whatever reason before looking down at his cock that was just about to finally enter you.

“It’s just that I didn't take note to bring condoms with me to work today.”

You try not to but still inevitably laugh at his sarcasm, slowly beginning to like his humor just a little bit. But then your faced with the predicament at hand, saying the first solution that comes to mind because you’re still aching down there.

“It’s fine, I’ll take the pill when I get home.”

His eyes dart back and forth between yours, an ‘are you serious?’ expression that soon blends into an ‘oh you are serious’ expression. You nod at his hesitance and contemplation, encouraging him to continue.

‘Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature.’ Jungkook remembers the words that lead to this, and he realizes how accurate they are as he is getting ready to fuck his student raw on top of his desk, in the room that was jam-packed with people only moments ago.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You don’t have time to speak in regards to Jungkook’s words of …unwanted disbelief? as he contradicts himself by easing his tip into your slicked-up hole. Any words you were planning on saying were gone just like that as your mouth stayed agape, pussy stretching around him as he pushed in slowly, taking it inch by inch.

You felt yourself suffocating each ridge and vein on his cock, his girth pulsating the deeper he went and the tighter you squeezed him. His lips are parted as he lets out occasional, deep grunts of pleasure mixed with concentration.

He was just over halfway in when you felt full. You imagined him to be this big, but fuck was he big. It’s like your fantasies have been intensified, enhanced, if you will. You’re not complaining, but you are wincing.

“Is that too much? I don’t have to bottom out if you can’t take—”

“Go all the way. It’s fine.”

He looks up at you at your all too confident request, eyes lighting up in a small smirk before biting his lip and doing as told.

You really wish you have a better analogy for the feeling of him bottoming out in you that isn’t something so absurd and far stretched- but it really does feel like you are floating on the clouds.

He’s so fucking big.

Perhaps you are in the clouds, his dick being your cause of death. But when he pulls back halfway and softly caresses your cheek, you're brought straight back to earth.

“Are you crying?”

Are you? You come to find out he’s only detecting the obvious as you feel a wet drop slipping down your face. You are in fact crying and you suddenly want to bury yourself alive with the embarrassment.

“Crying cause my cock?” He’s not even trying to sound seductive, and with the way his tone comes off as mocking, it’s almost as if he’s trying to humiliate you. “So pathetic, Y/N.”

You don’t know how to react, but it’s not like you even have time to as he drills himself back into you even harsher than before, forearms securely holding your thighs around his waist.

“Fucking hell.” He gasps out, his hips at an inhumane pace.

Your eyes are sealed shut, hands fisted on top of the desk's surface, mouth agape as it’s too overwhelming to make a sound.

You wish you had it in you to speak, or breathe, but you’re completely frozen in the feeling of his cock pounding into your done-for pussy.

“Jungkook…” Your voice is almost gone despite how little of it you’ve been using. “Faster.”

Your words betray you, but also lead to rewarding you with what you subconsciously wanted.

His hips pick up, and you didn’t think that would even be possible. Perhaps that’s half the reason why you said it in the first place; because you thought there’s no way you could get it. However, his speed increases and the empty room is filled with vulgar noises.

“So you are a behaved slut… taking my cock so well.” He groans his words as he pounds in and out of you and you’re too dizzy to note that he called you the pet name you confessed to him moments ago.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling that’s building inside of you each passing second. You will do anything: fuck your professor, potentially get in so much trouble because of it, get him in trouble- but you will not cum so soon. You just won’t allow it.

But you’re both aware of the reality that this predicament holds, which is that you’ve built this moment up so much with all the teasing and foreplay that it won’t be long until you’re both falling victim to the outcome of temptation.

“You need to slower… Go slower, I mean. You need to— Fuck, Jungkook.”

Jungkook smirks for the slightest second when he sees how you're fucking up your words because of how he’s fucking you.

He’s just as adamant about not finishing so soon, but for him, it’s way more difficult.

Jungkook has realized by now that the last woman he’s indulged in like this was his ex-wife, and that was over a year ago. So feeling something so incredibly tight around his cock that isn’t his hand for once, makes his orgasm almost impossible to wait.

And with that unfortunately being said, Jungkook’s eyes widen as his cock twitches, and just like that—

“Fuck!”

You gasp sharply, not having expected that to happen so soon. You would take this as an opportunity to humiliate him back, but you’d rather take this as an opportunity to finally let yourself release.

Bringing your hand to your clit, you rub frantically, eyes fixated on the breathless and dazed-over man in front of you as you let your high build, grinding your hips onto his softening cock as it finally collapses over you, and you moan in pleasure as he hisses in overstimulation.

You both exhale in sync, and the second he’s no longer battling the overstimulation, he grabs your throat.

You stare up into his eyes, your orgasm still lingering, and you feel so submissive all of a sudden. Like you want to apologize for what you did, let him choke you if that’s what he wants.

But then he softly kisses you.

Your thoughts shift into ones of confusion as he releases pressure on your neck and intimately laces his tongue with yours, suctioning onto your bottom lip before releasing with a pop and slowly rejoining, creating a slow, sensual, and heated makeout.

It was so, for lack of a better word, nice that you were almost upset when he pulled away.

His hand peels from your thigh, the other from your neck, and he cups your cheeks. Your wide eyes meet his, noticing how his features have softened tremendously compared to before.

“Was that okay?”

As soon as you nod yes, too taken aback to think of any correct verbal response, he lets one hand off of your face and very slowly pulls himself out of you, brows creasing slightly. He notices your whimper and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I have wet wipes in the top drawer if you want to reach over and get them.”

You really cannot wrap your head around this completely new, kinder, version of him. You wonder if he’s just sexually dominant, and it’s not until now that you realize you’ve never taken much thought into his real personality. Perhaps he is a very nice guy.

The more things cleared up in your head, the quicker the confusion slipped past you and you found yourself reaching over the desk while still sittng atop to grab the wet wipes from the said top drawer.

“Here, I got it.” He volunteers as he takes the package from your hands, plucking out a moist wipe before gently wiping away any trace of your mixed climaxes from your core.

He’s extremely delicate with you, and he avoids your clit completely because he knows how sensitive it probably is right now.

He catches you staring at him, a bunny-like smile lighting up his face.

“I heard warm baths can help with soreness.” He speaks as he discards the wipe in the trash can beside the desk. “And I’m sorry for going a little too hard, it’s been a minute since… y’know.”

His cheeks are tinted with the palest shade of red, and you find it somewhat adorable how he’s embarrassed to confess that to you.

“It’s okay.” Your voice is small, and it makes his heart clench. You’re not the only one who’s fond.

You try to bite your tongue, but when he helps you redress after having cleaned himself up a bit, you can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.

“Why are you so nice all of a sudden?”

Jungkook smiles at your question, shaking his head a bit in humor as he looks down at his feet and then back up to you.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I might just be a nice guy after all?”

Yes, yes it has.

His tone wasn’t rude or cocky, but humorous and you found yourself laughing a little. And something about your reaction to him is so enticing to him but he doesn’t know what it is he wants from you.

Maybe more of you, perhaps. He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you again.

“I um… This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

Your ears perk up, and all of a sudden you have a strong craving to find out if he is a nice guy. Learn more about him… about his body. Sex or not, you wouldn’t mind seeing him again either.

“I can leave you my number.” You suggest. “My schedule has been mostly clear these days… except for classes of course.”

And just like that, he remembers you’re a student. He remembers the risk of what just happened, the risk of continuing this. He contemplates his offer as you get down from the desk after jotting your number down on a miscellaneous sticky note. And it’s not until you reach up onto your tiptoes to place a shy kiss on his lips that his doubts falter.

And he doesn’t want to admit it, but he thinks he could get used to that.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

He watches as you exit the lecture hall, and for some reason, a reason he’s trying his best not to decode, he’s already anticipating the next time that he’ll see you.

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A/N: the first chapter of my first series?!?! teaaa 🫣 this series is going to be so fun to write… i have all the chapters planned out and i can’t wait to write more, stay tuneddd <3

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Mutual Help | 01

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires - he calls it a mutual help

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fake dating au

❥𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language, spanking, oral sex [female receiving], blowjob, handjob, fingering, deepthroating, throat fucking

❥𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 34.2k+

❥𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 01 | 02 | coming soon

𝒂/𝒏: reposted from my wattpad account

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

The hallway looks exactly the same, which there isn’t any reason why it should look different all of a sudden, but considering you haven’t been in this building for the past few weeks just makes you want to notice the slightest change. But there is none. It still smells sterile with a little bit of sweetness which reminds you of cinnamon. You’re not sure why, nor you really dwell on it too much.

You could imagine your Thursday evening differently, which means laying down as soon as you come home and turn on Netflix, trying to spend at least twenty minutes finding a good show. That’s been your routine for weeks now, but you’re not complaining. It feels that void of loneliness in your smart one bedroom apartment.

Although, you can’t help but feel nervous when you picture the message you got from Jimin.

‘come to Jungkook’s, he needs us’

He never explained anything further, nor replied to the tons of your messages or missed calls. You wouldn’t be on the edge, if you’ve seen or heard from Jungkook. Apart from some occasional messages like ’what’s up’ or ’what were you doing today?’, your communication went downhill. But you don’t blame him or yourself for it. You were both busy and probably still are, to even hangout like you always used to.

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Ongoing Series I Love ▪ Jungkook

I realized I’ve hit one year this April 🎉🎊. After being a silent tumblr-less reader for years, I decided to set this blog up so I can organize the “ongoing” fics/series I’m reading through reblogs and reading lists.

So for my 🎉 one-year blog anniversary 🎉, I went through my archive to put all these well-cherished ongoing readings in a list.

🖤**Notes **at the bottom of the page🖤

📚 BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (jjk)

↳ KEY

bf2l - best friends to lovers

cf2l - childhood friends to lovers

e2l - enemies to lovers

f2l - friends to lovers

i2l  - idiots to lovers

s2l - strangers to lovers

fwb - friends with benefits

A - angst | S - smut | F - fluff

※ The chapter indicated is the last one I’ve read, might not be the recent chapter  

※ Jungkook gets a separate page (the bulk of fics under him is just 💹

🎯 Assassin/Hitman/Bodyguard AUs

Aim For The Heart - assassin!jk x target!reader | a, f | ch.5

Touche - hitman au, assassin au (chapters are being reposted by author) | a, s | ch.1

Wordless - john wick!au, sugar daddy | a, s, f | ch.4

True Care - bodyguard au, fake dating au | a, s | ch.7.5

💣 Bad Boy AUs

Bad Boy Good Thing - noona, f2l, sort of fwb | a, s, f | ch.9

Bad Guy - college au, frat boy au, bad boy, good girl(?) | a, s | ch.3

Bad Influence: Collection - e2l, fwb, tutor | s, a, f | ch.5 + drabble:12

Club 101 - underground scene, notorious Club 101 (to be rewritten by author)

Cruel Intentions - bad boy, twisted relationships | a, s | ch.1

Image, Bad Boy - fwb, fuckboy au | s, a, f | ch.14 (I read this on AO3 last year since the chapters are linked but if you wish to read on tumblr, you can access it on kittentaegu’s masterlist)

Just One - fuckboy au | s, a, f | ch.8

Mind of Mine = bad boy drabbles, good girl!oc | f, eventual s | ch.4

Monster - fwb au, neighbor au, college au | s, a, f | ch.18

Rough Edges - bad boy, illegal activities, established relationship | a, s, f | ch.8

💙 Bad Girl AU

Falling Into You - college au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd jk, bad girl oc | s, a, f | ch.7

The Art of Seduction - college au, slow burn, nerd!jk x bully!reader | a | ch.1

🎓 College (or School) AUs

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⊹₊ ⋆ “fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love,”

TAGS — boyfriend!taehyung, domesticity, spoon fuck, porn with tiny to no plot, fluff, ptd las vegas setting <3

WORD COUNT — 2 k

Las Vegas at night is so pretty, you think, the hotel has a beautiful view of the strip below and you like seeing the lights of the cars moving in and out of the streets. You can hear music being played from afar and hear the cheers of drunk people on the street as people go on and live their night life.

The moonlight shines through the glass and pours into the room. It's dimly lit and the room is quiet save for the sounds of people down below and the occasional hotel guest passing by the door. As for you, you're caught up in Taehyung's tight hold as he sleeps behind you pressed closely.

Taehyung had been utterly drained after the concert so the two of you went back to unwind. You both had a nice shower, ate some food, and cuddled whilst watching random Netflix shows. You'd say it was a pretty chill night in.

At some point you both fall asleep huddled close together with Taehyung spooning you from the back. You find comfort in his arms and snuggle closer out of habit. You both joked about how the both of you seem to have separation anxiety. Hence the reason you always sleep close together no matter the place.

You open your bleary eyes at one point in the night. You're confused as to why you woken up but make no move to get out of bed. You couldn't even if you wanted to because Taehyung's got his arms tightly wound around you. You reach over blindly for your phone and check the time.

"Two am?" You mumble, hissing when the brightness of your phone blinds you.

The TV is still on in the background and you're just laying there trying to figure out whether you want to go back to sleep or not. It's hot under the covers and you feel very uncomfortable given that Taehyung's the main source of all this heat. You wiggle away a little, huffing as you shove the comforter down and kick your legs out.

Taehyung grunts in his sleep, arm blindly trying to bring you back in. You lay there relishing in the cool air that feels so good against your hot skin. Maybe it wasn't fair to put the whole blame on Taehyung.. you were wearing his hoodie and warm fuzzy socks (in your defense these socks were extremely soft on your feet).

You manage to stumble out of bed (you don't have a clue how) and do minuscule things like go pee and get a glass of water. You come back minutes later, remote in hand intending to watch a little bit of TV now that you're more awake. Taehyung's awake in bed now too, eyes adjusting to the small amount of light from the TV as he sits there confused.

"Where did you go?" He rasps out.

"Was too hot." You simply reply and climb back into bed with him.

Taehyung flops back down and lays his arm across as he waits for you to get back in his arms. You shuffle closer and curl up against him with your eyes set on the TV. You can tell he's just as awake as you are now, he must have cut off any drowsiness and woken up just now.

You remain in pure silence just watching an episode of the show that's on and Taehyung just resting his eyes as he hums quietly. He gently strokes your back in a comforting manner. He goes from the top of your head all the way down to your back.

Truthfully you don't feel it given that you're in his thick hoodie. His little show of affection doesn't last long because he's letting his hand drop down to your ass. He cups a cheek with his large hand and gives it a gentle but firm squeeze.

"Tae." You mumble and reach back to swat his hand away.

Taehyung gives a closed eye smile as he cheekily runs his fingertip along your thigh. He goes up until his finger slides under the hem of your shorts and circles around the flesh of your ass cheek. You huff softly, giving in because he's probably in one of his moods now.

"I thought you were tired." You softly tease.

Taehyung doesn't answer straight away, he's playing around in there as he gently smacks the palm of his hand on your ass. He likes the feeling of your soft flesh rippling/jiggling in return. You hear him audibly swallow, adams apple bobbing in a way that has you staring.

His touch alone is enough to get you going but the fact that you're both so pressed up together has you weak. You're imagining all the things you could be doing right about now as your panties grow hot and your clit throbs just a little. Him playing with your ass doesn't help either.

"I was," Taehyung finally answers, "but now I'm bored." Code word for: I'm horny now.

You pout to yourself and quietly go back to watching your show. Your silence is taken as a 'go on' on his behalf as he scans your adorable face for any signs of discomfort. Once given a (subtle) green light he goes back to teasing you and just letting his hands run over your body.

Taehyung manages to grip the waistband of your shorts and tug them down. He pats your thigh and you aid him in sliding them off, you're left in your favorite pair of panties—frilly and cute. Taehyung runs his hands up and down your bare thigh, occasionally cupping your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck," he swore quietly, "you brought them." He mumbled and played with the elastic band of your panties.

"They're comfy." You softly whisper and bury your face deeper into his chest. "Tae... please..?"

"I got you baby." Taehyung gently moves you to the opposite side of him, facing the TV as he slides up behind you.

You feel Taehyung up against your back as he spoons you once more like before. Your breath hitches when he dips his hand into your panties, his cold fingers press up against your soft folds. He runs them up and down, collecting some slick before using that to flick your sensitive clit.

"Ohh.." You moan softly, there's a low squelch in the background as his slippery finger rubs over your clit in quick motions.

Taehyung is breathing a little more shallow against your ear, his fingers move faster along your sensitive pussy. Occasionally he pushes his fingers in but doesn't fuck you with them, instead he pulls them back out and circles the wet digits around your clit.

The slide is so slippery you barely feel much stimulation but the occasional tingle down there. You whine impatiently and push your ass back against his hips, "Stop teasing," you whine.

"Teasing? Just getting you ready for my cock baby." He lowly grunts in your ear.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to stroke over his hard bulge, "I don't need to prep, can take you like that. Want it to hurt a little." You softly breathe out.

“You sure?” Taehyung doesn’t stop his ministrations as he continues to coax more wetness out of you. He’s unsure if he even wants to listen since he doesn’t want you to be hurting the next day. “Just a few more seconds baby,”

You suppress the urge to huff and throw a mini fit, but a part of you knows if you take him like that you won’t be walking at all. Taehyung gently fingers you open, sliding two fingers knuckles deep as he pumps them in and out at a slow pace.

He leans down to spread soft kisses down your neck, sticking to one spot he usually likes to leave his marks on. Your hand shakily slips into his shorts, mouth watering when your hand comes into contact with his throbbing cock. You gently grip him, stroking him slowly since it’s a dry fit.

“Fuck baby,” Taehyung pants as he moves his fingers faster, “eager to get fucked?”

“Please,” you bite your lip and cup his balls, “can’t wait anymore ‘m drippin’ for you..”

Taehyung grunts softly and manages to push his cock out of his boxers, the material sitting just under his balls. He doesn’t bother to fully strip them off and manages to snap your panties to the side where they dig into your fat ass cheek. “Hold yourself open for me,” he breathes out and strokes his cock with a free hand.

You bury your face in the pillow and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him. He curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, hole winking back at him as if it were calling out to him. You feel him moments later pressing into you, cock breaching the rim as he slowly pushes himself in.

Your mouth falls open and no sound escapes you. He’s stuffed deep inside, pussy feeling full and stretched out despite his small prep session. You grip the pillow tightly and squirm just a little as he bottoms out with a wet slap!

“Shit… did so good for me,” he mumbles out and strokes over your thigh idly, “gonna move now okay?”

“P-Please,” you softly moan.

He slowly works his hips back, cock sliding smoothly due to the excess slick your pussy gushed out beforehand. He gripped your hip tightly, holding you steady and firmly whilst he pumped his hips back and forth. Taehyung was softly panting against your ear as he rolled his hips quickly.

“So fucking good,” he moans out quietly, “fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He groans.

There’s an audible wet smacking noise every time he bottoms out inside of you. His balls slap against you in tandem with his thrusts and it makes you mewl quietly. Your toes are curled from how good this angle is, how full you feel. His cock does nothing but make you see stars.

“Taehyung–” you choke up, “r-right there,” you squirm and push back against him to meet his thrusts.

Taehyung hisses softly when your pussy tightens around him, “Shit baby loosen up, can’t move like this.” He said, grinding his hips into you and moving in figure of eights.

You whimper loudly and manage to relax a little so he could move more freely. You’re meeting him thrust for thrust as the bed shuffles with your intense movements. The TV is long forgotten now as soft moans and grunts travel through the now humid room. It stinks like sex and you’re both panting now.

He scoots forward to shove into you hard, hand tightening on your hip as he uses it as leverage. “y/n,” he moans out as his head flops on to the pillow and sighs in pleasure, “oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum.”

“I’m–mmm–close too,” you reach down shakily to rub at your clit in fast circles.

The desperation in your sloppy movements only bring your orgasm closer and closer. It comes barreling into you, your pussy quivers and throbs around his cock. More wetness coats his cock and creates a lewd squelching mess between the two of you. Taehyung’s mouth falls open as he mindlessly ruts into you for a few more minutes.

A guttural groan leaves him, hips stilling as he cums deep inside. His cock throbs for the duration of his orgasm and he’s left shaky and breathing harshly. “Shit,” he sighs, “shit.” Slowly he pulls out of you, watching as his soft cock slips out alongside a string of his cum and your cum.

You pant softly into the pillow, eyes closed and thighs shaky. The room is quiet save for your soft panting and Taehyung’s labored breathing. You both lay there bonelessly, too tired to get up and clean yourselves. The events of the day before catch up and once again you’re both tired out.

“I love you.” He softly speaks into the quiet room.

A tiny smile forms on your lips, “.. I love you too.”

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : roommateTaehyung x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff, smut, angst, bestfriends to love!au, roommates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : oral sex (girl receiving), nipple play, fingering, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, drinking, violence (shoving), ptsd, gaslighting, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 6.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : You are slowly getting back on your feet after a rough breakup. Taehyung is there supporting you as you find your standing again. When a company party involves your ex, Tae becomes your date for the evening, but will events of the evening change the way you see Taehyung?

𝐀𝐍: Thank you thank you and thank you to @eatjeanjin and @jeoniius​ for looking for this for me and making this story so much better 🖤

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