“I’d So Take You Down In A Riff Off.”

don’t make me a liar ‘cause I swear to God

when I said it I thought it was true

-> The two of you have been at odds since the old days, back when you raced homemade cars on concrete sidewalks for lollypops. But those days are nothing compared to the big league, where you’re challenged by tragedy, injury, and unresolved feelings.

Pairings: racer!Jimin x racer!reader

Genre/au: angst, smut, fluff, racer!au, childhood enemies to friends to lovers, coming of age, minors dni please

Warnings/ [TW]: minor character death (OC’s mom passes away), grief, mentions of crippling epilepsy, mentions of violence (car crash) and injury/pain, hospital visit, nudity, explicit sexual content, competition sex (idk how to say it just read it?), low-key soft sex bc I’m soft, teasing, fingering, teasing, light nipple play, penetrative unprotected sex (buckle up kids), teasing, oc rides Jimin’s face, biting/marking/scratching, squirting, did I mention teasing? confessions mid sex which is always fun, Jimin is a massive sweetheart because I can’t write my bias any other way, and there’s like three time jumps whoops but it’s not confusing I swear

Wc: 21.3K

a/n: y'all can thank @jookiemonie for sending me this and inspiring this monster 😉 also disclaimer I know nothing about NASCAR okay I actually researched for this so y'all better at least give me feedback 👉👈

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Disney’s Cars taught you that red is unquestionably the fastest color, and since your car is red, there’s an unquestionable assurance you’ll win.

After several laps around your humble culdesac, your precious 1979 Chevrolet Corvette is undefeated and so is your confidence.

“Who wants to lose next?”

Park Jimin, arguably the most boisterous of all the third graders, waltzes across your driveway with a smug look strapped across his face.

You find this dangerously presumptuous considering he moved in next door over two weeks ago and hasn’t spoken a word to you yet. You noticed him in home room, which is the only reason you know his name at all and the fact that he exudes false humility.

It was last year, when all the boys started getting taller than you. All of sudden they just grew like trees, but you didn’t. It hurt your pride a little bit considering you were superior to them in every other sense. A part of you likes the fact that Jimin is at least an inch shorter than you. But it’s not enough to make you like like him.

“I wanna race.”

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Shattered.

rkgk

after the after party 💐

not my fault | jjk (m)

Summary: After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.

➵ pairing: Jungkook x female reader ➵ rating: 18+ ➵ genre:classmates to lovers, college!au; fluff, smut ➵ warnings: sexual tension, flirting/teasing/provoking, banter, a dating app :’), she has a crush on him but won’t admit it, grumpy roommate joon, crack dialogue, fuckboy!jk who wears glasses in class, idk that much about pharmacy i apologise; explicit sexual content: sexting, he makes her horny in public, petnames !!, fingering, edging, oral (f. & m. rec.), dom and big cawk jk wbk, he’s SO cocky, spanks (ass & clit ones), some choking, praising, messy but protected sex, she swallows his load <3, jk rlly loves her ass <3 ➵ word count: 12.6k ➵ a/n: been itching to write a lighthearted college au for so long and here we gooo !! @missgeniality​​​​​​​ thank you for enduring me and making this better and for not k*lling me yet, love thou, kitty <33 enjoy y’all – feedback is always appreciated !! <3

MASTERLIST | WIPS

“What’s with the constant yelling on this goddamn campus?”

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TORN VEIL - JJK

↬ getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 1.8k

warnings/tags — married!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, reader is pregnant, crying, very domestic, cute pet names, jungkook is a simp, lots of sweet talk, mood swings, explicit smut, titties, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), penetrative sex, fucking whilst reader is pregnant (it’s safe guys don’t worry), a little dirty talk, overall quite soft :( <3

a/n: i have never been so APPALLED by my work in my life, but it’s been a while since i posted so here you go ☝️☹️

You were stuck in your bridal suite alone, makeup and hair all done up and intending to change into your creme gown for the reception, but you were sat there crying in your wedding dress. At this point, you didn’t care about ruining your makeup, or staining your fine mesh dress.

You’d torn your veil a couple minutes before the ceremony, so you had to walk down the aisle wearing a ripped veil, and that seemed to just push you to break down into tears the moment you were alone.

It was the only thing you could control. You had to press pause on your dream wedding dress since your baby bump would’ve restricted you from wearing anything that could potentially harm the baby. And heels; you could barely walk in your flats, there was no way you could handle walking down the aisle in heels.

Your first call for help was Jungkook, and without a second thought, he was there, his heart swelling at the sight of you in your gown. He’d already seen you in the dress but every time his eyes landed on you, it’d be like the first time all over again.

You looked absolutely stunning, he just needed a moment to drink it all in, but it didn’t take too long for him to notice you crying.

“Baby, why the tears?” he pouts, immediately kneeling beside you as you looked down at your dampening dress, sniffling and avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook sets his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Look up, my love. Tell me what happened.”

“My veil tore,” your voice breaks, reaching over to grab the hem of your mesh veil, showing him the hole that had been created where the material got caught in a splinter of wood. “And it ruined the whole ceremony,” you sob, removing the veil from your head and setting it aside.

Jungkook couldn’t even begin to explain how wrong you were. You looked like an absolute Goddess, an angel he was lucky enough to have been graced with.

The love of his life.

Seeing you cry on such a special day left his heart wrenching, and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you.

And if that took the whole day, then so be it.

“Y/N,” he starts, gently taking your hands in his and urging you stand up with him, and you did, simply having no strength to refuse.

“You, my love, are the most beautiful woman to have ever stepped foot on this planet, and I will keep saying that to you over and over again,” Jungkook says softly, guiding you to stand in front of the body-length mirror which you had no intention to look at.

“Eyes up front,” he suddenly says, his voice having dropped several octaves from earlier on and that certainly woke you up, forcing you to look straight ahead at your reflection; your nose had turned slightly red from all the sniffling and your tear-stained cheeks had caused your makeup to become a little patchy, but that was the least of your worries.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you, his fingers softly tracing up and down the skin of your bare arms, knowing it would soothe you.

He leans down to place a tender kiss in crook of your neck, his eyes trailing up to meet your reflection. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your eyes narrow in on your body, and you shook your head, “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Jungkook sighs, pulling his head away from your neck and settling his hands on your hips, “Y/N, you could rock up to the reception in a bin bag and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful being in the world.”

Your lips form a pout and you shake your head again, refusing to accept any of his sweet talk and nudging him away from you. You inhale sharply and lightly dab your fingers under your eyes, absorbing the tears threatening to fall. “It doesn’t help the fact that I’m pregnant and couldn’t even fit into my wedding dress,” you mumble, reaching your hand behind your back to pull down the awfully tight zipper of your dress.

“Pregnant or not, you’re the woman of my dreams,”he fires back at you, but you weren’t listening, struggling to pull the zip down your back and Jungkook arches a brow. “You need some help?”

Having a baby bump wasn’t doing you any justice. You got out of breath quicker and eventually gave up trying to pull the zip down, and your husband chuckles softly, reaching out for the zipper and seamlessly pulling it down your spine slowly so as to not cause any damages to your dress.

You opted to go braless for the day, just to make it a little easier to fit into your dress and accentuate the upper half of your body, assisting the ‘plunge’ of your dress.

The amount of tears in your eyes would lessen and soon you stopped crying, deciding you’d be wasting your time dwelling on a silly veil that you’d only wear once in your life.

The dress had loosened around your curves, giving you enough room to breath and you didn’t even notice your body rocking against Jungkook, head falling back over his shoulder as you let out a relaxed sigh and he was quick to snake his hand over your waist, gently resting on your pelvis.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, love, we have a reception to attend to,” he whispers, pulling the strap of your dress down your shoulders to give you a little more breathing room.

Jungkook looked straight into the mirror, watching the front of your dress slowly detach itself from your body, revealing your swelling tits that sat perfectly on its own and Jungkook swore he felt himself growing hard behind you, and it did not go unnoticed.

The fact that your dress was falling off your body was the least of your concerns, not when Jungkook’s boner was pressed against the small of your back, making you smile. You open your eyes and look up at your husband, who was clenching his jaw in a bid to control himself.

“What’s wrong, Kook?” You were quite obviously messing with him, knowing exactly what the issue was and Jungkook hated how easily you could switch up, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“Nothing, come on, let’s get you into the other dress,” he says dismissively, about to turn away from you, but you grab his hands, forcing him to glue his palms over the soft flesh of your tits whilst he stood behind you, pressing a little too hard against your backside.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to groan, the gears in his wrist moving on their own as he grasped onto your tits, kneading them between his palms as he inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla in your hair, the scent itself fogging his mind.

Your breathing had quickened in the span of two minutes and your wedding dress had pooled at your ankles leaving you bare, with nothing but a simple lace garter adorning your left thigh, which caught your husbands eye.

“I don’t see the point of the garter,” he mumbles, nibbling at your neck, “You’re not exactly the purest of them all, are you?” he questions, indirecting your hormonal tendencies. The pad of his fingers would brush over your sensitive nipples, hardening under his touch as he groaned to himself.

“But you look like an angel,” he whispers breathlessly, trailing his hands over the surface of your baby bump, rubbing small circles over your skin. “And I know our little angel will look exactly like her mother.. isn’t that right, my love?”

You nod rapidly, his hands moving a little too fast, already making home between your legs to catch a feel of your soiled panties.

“Already so wet, huh?” Jungkook shifts your white lace panties to the side to coat his fingers in your slick, gently smearing the substance over your sensitive pussy as you tried your hardest to stop your legs from shuddering.

Your pregnancy introduced you to a whole lot of different pheromones and emotions, one of them being; horny at the most unprecedented times. You were lucky to have a husband like Jungkook, who’d literally drop whatever he was doing to tend to your needs, whether it be a short, sweet fuck with his tongue or a soft and subtle fuck with his fingers.

With the way you were feeling right now, neither of the two would be enough.

You needed something more.

“—Want your cock, Kook…” you whine, and Jungkook didn’t know what was beating harder; his heart or his dick.

Fucking in a bridal suite seemed unconventional, but your husband knew never to keep a pregnant woman waiting, so he retracted his hands from between your legs to quickly undo the expensive belt keeping his black dress pants intact.

“You sure you can take it?” Jungkook was concerned about you and the baby, but the doctor did say that sex would heal any problems you were facing during your pregnancy, ranging from contractions, mood swings and more.

You knew your body well more than anyone, so when the bulging tip of his cock would press against your sopping wet cunt, you’d immediately push back onto him, allowing his cock to slip into you with some struggle, but Jungkook was quick to take initiative and carefully steady the base of his cock further into you, eliciting a sharp gasp to fall from your lips.

Your hormones were at an all time high, so Jungkook moving only the slightest would erupt a wave of pleasure over your body.

Jungkook was being cautious with his thrusts, taking his time to fit the expanse of his thick cock within your tight walls and feeling you clench around him uncontrollably. With how hard you were gripping around him, you could’ve easily forced him to cum right then and there, but he held himself back.

“Shit, I knocked you up and you’re still so fucking tight?” he seethes, pressuring his hips to pick up the pace, yet being as gentle as possible to not hurt you or the precious baby sitting in your womb.

Your back was leaning against his firm chest, hands gripping his wrists for stability as your body grew limp in his hold.

It’d been so long since you felt him inside you; so raw and intimate, even Jungkook was basking in the swell of your cunt, thrusting himself in and out of you and muttering a string of curses under his breath so as to not attract any attention from anyone outside of the suite.

“My pretty wife always has time for cock, doesn’t she?” he taunts you, looking down at your fucked state; cheeks flushed red and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“M— more, Koo.. I can take it.”

God, you were so fucking cute all high and horny, Jungkook couldn’t deny you of your wants.

“I’ll give you everything and more, angel.”

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“Your tattoos are hot.”

jimin x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive word count: 1.9K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I was thinking about how Hobi revealed that while the boys are just hanging together with take out, Jimin sits there in nothing but his underwear. And then! I was thinking about how much I love Jimin’s tattoos. And it resulted in this. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Looking over the various plastic take out containers scattered across the coffee table, you practically salivated over all the options you and your boyfriend ordered. You were a simple couple at the end of the day, loving nothing more than sitting in the living room and eating copious amounts of take away while existing in each other’s presence. Content with your spread, you took your seat on the sofa, instantly melting into its plushness.

However, as your gaze meandered over the food once again, you realized the rice wasn’t among the multiple side dishes. “Shit,” you mumbled, looking at the couch cushion that had just welcomed your form, before directing your gaze toward the kitchen. “Hey, Chim?” you called out to your boyfriend who you could hear rummaging around the room. He hummed in response with the sound of the refrigerator door shutting. “Can you bring the rice in? I must have left it on the counter,” you told him, coating your tone in sweet helplessness. “And I just sat down,” you whined, pointing out the fact that you couldn’t simply get up from the couch to get it yourself.  

Within a few seconds, your boyfriend rounded the corner, entering the living area with one hand carrying a bottle of wine by the neck, his other palm balancing the container of rice. “We must have rice!” He noted cheerily as he approached you. Damn near naked.

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