Perhaps you signed up for more than you expected when you agreed to pretend you were just Jungkook’s roommate when his (female) childhood friend comes to visit.
✧ Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader
✧ Genre: one-shot, college!au
✧ Length: ~32.1k
✧ Contains: ANGST / fluff, explicit smut (oral f. receiving, fingering, unprotected sex), strong language, triggering events (usage of a date rape drug, mentions of attempted rape, victim-blaming), strong urges to punch someone in the face
author’s note: although a repost from my old blog, this is truly the longest fic i’ve written thus far. this took at least 5 months to edit, but it’s done! i hope you guys enjoy my debut fic on this account ~
Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?
›› AU: Tattoo Artist
›› Genre: Smut / Angst
›› Rating: 18+ explicit sex
›› Pairing: JJK x Reader
›› Word Count: 17.7k
Warnings Include:
Lots of swearing, conflict, a false accusation of cheating on a third party (it’s nothing serious please trust me), Jungkook being a dick, the death of a coat hanger, mentions of internalised homophobia, fear of coming out, and unaccepting parents.
Sexual content: rough (protected) sex, piercings, heavy petting, teasing (with and without other people around), lots of tongue action, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, marking, nipple play, mentions of riding, blowjobs, and mxm sex.
A/N: This one is for my beloved friend @xiubaek-13 who’s stood by me and my tumblr journey for over 3 years now. Our friend anniversary was last week, the 16th of January, so it’s a little late. But I hope you still love it. Remember, you gave me this idea, so you shall face the consequences. Enjoy <3
“Like, it’s so unfair,” you groan, arm slung over your face. “He kisses so well. I’m talking toe-curling, spine-arching, breathtakingly good. He really didn’t need to decorate his tongue with a gold medal to celebrate it.” You’ve replayed the events of Saturday night many times since it happened. The way Jungkook’s hands had slid under your shirt. Your thighs spread over his. Kissing, grabbing, moaning. It really wasn’t fair, the way his tongue pressed into your mouth and made you cave at the very first swipe. The first subtle brush of his golden tongue piercing against your lips. How he—
summary: When you first appear in front of Jeon Jungkook, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on. Maybe that is why he agreed to be your blood donor. But, poor sweetie pie Jungkook has no idea what you have in store for him.
pairing: human!jungkook x vampire!reader
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Jungkook can’t believe it. Never in his years of living think he would actually witness something that is beyond scientific belief. Is he dreaming? It has to be a dream, right? Sure he has wacky dreams, but this is a different wack.
His eyes are wide, face drain of color, and frozen at the alleyway. He is still holding his ice cream in his hand, not feeling the treat melting to his hand. The bag full of snacks from the convenience store is dropped, creating a soft thud on the ground.
That sound snaps you back to reality as you pull away from the dying man’s neck to see who is intruding on your meal. That is when you see him, completely petrified. You look back at the man you were feasting on. Declaring him dead, you take out your knife from your back pocket before slitting his throat and then push him off of you.
You stand up straight to face the horrified young man. You put your knife back in your back pocket before stalking your way to him.
Inside, Jungkook is screaming, telling himself to run before you end up like that man. But he can only stand there. His flight or fight response thrown out of his body. He watches you slowly make your way to him. He sees you lick your bloody lips like a total predator. He then meets up to your eyes. They are red and almost glowing. Isn’t there a rule to not look into your predator’s eyes.
If he isn’t shitting himself right now, he would think you’re absolutely pretty. But it’s not the time to think about that because he is literally seconds away from dying.
“I should kill you. Leaving witnesses behind will be bad on my part,” you hum as you saunter around him, lightly trailing your fingers at the circumference of his body. You stop in front of him and look up at him. He’s tall and has a sturdy, muscular physique. From afar, you look non-threatening to him. However, up close, that is not the case. You have the upper hand, and dominating him with great fear. You lift yourself on your toes a bit then bury your head in his neck before inhaling deeply. You stand flat on your feet again. “But I’m not.”
“Y-You’re not going to kill me?” Jungkook squeaks, finally have the courage to speak even if it is small. You shake your head. Instantly, he feels like he dodged the most gigantic bullet. Relief taking over him, he relaxes a bit.
“Not unless you let me get a taste of you.”
Jungkook freezes up again. Taste? As in him on your tongue? But taste what? Jungkook glances at the dead man then your lips, then realizes it’s his blood that you want. Oh my God. Vampires are real.
“I-” His words get caught in his throat.
You tilt your head up at him mockingly, “What? You’re scared? Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle since I do have a liking of your face. So, what do you say, little bunny?”
Never in his life, Jungkook would think a small girl like you is scaring him. He gulps down his fear, but it only goes back up. If he doesn’t let you taste him, then you will most likely kill him. If he’s scared of anything, it would be death. Oh, and you too. Gotta pick one or the other.
“O-Okay.”
Immediately, you grab his shirt at his chest then slam on against the brick wall, making him gasp and drop his ice cream in the process. You are eager, too eager. The moment you took a whiff of him earlier, your mouth salivated like never before. He smells so damn good.
Jungkook is trembling. He holds onto the wall behind him to steady while you pull him down so that his neck is at your height. He looks at the building wall opposite from the two of you. The wind waft around the both of you. As inappropriate it is to think about this but, you smell really good. Your hair smells like coconut shampoo.
The sensation of your wet tongue on his neck pulls him away from thinking about how good you smell. He lets out a tiny whimper, anticipating pain to be struck.
He feels you bite down. It hurt, quite a lot actually. It’s like an icepick piercing his skin. But the pain doesn’t last long. Within a few seconds, he can feel his blood being sucked out of his body, literally. It’s also quite arousing. He can’t help but moan, which makes him press his lips together. He doesn’t understand how it feels so pleasurable. Maybe it’s because of the sucking and the way your tongue laps against his skin, especially at the sensitive part.
You smirk when you feel him relaxing, being carried away by pleasure. You press your body onto him more. After you have enough, you give licks to his wound, closing them. You pull away from him, giggling at how his legs almost give out on him.
Making sure he’s watching you, you lick the residue from the corner of your lips. His frighten reaction brings you satisfaction. He doesn’t say anything but stares at you. Just when he thought he is done, you’re not. You come close to him to where your mouth is next to his ear.
“See you later, little bunny.” Then you are off.
Jungkook doesn’t move for a long minute, his mind malfunctioning. See you later? See you later?! He’s going to see her later?! Oh my God. Jungkook quickly scoops up his bag before sprinting off to his apartment.
The heavy eyes, eye bags, disheveled hair, lazily gait are the evidence of Jungkook not having any sleep. Once he plops his ass down on the chair in his class, he lets out a loud yawn, not caring if he’s drawing attention to himself. Right now, he just wants to get through an hour of lecture and go back to his apartment to make up for the lack of sleep.
“You look like absolute death.” Jungkook hears his best friend, Yugyeom, say and sit next to him. It makes sense to look like death since he faced death last night. He lays his head down on the table.
All night, Jungkook was paranoid to his wits. When he got home, he locked every window and doors in his apartment. Hell, he even created a salt barrier because that’s what movies taught him. He spent hours on his computer, researching about whatever you are, which he is sure is a fucking vampire.
“Don’t even,” Jungkook groans.
“Did you stay up late to finish an essay, again?” Yugyeom asks, ignoring his friend’s plea to stop talking. “If you weren’t so engrossed in that game, you would probably get enough sleep.”
“I will literally pay you to stop talking,” Jungkook’s voice is muffled in his arm, but Yugyeom hears him clearly. When he is about to reply, someone approaches him. More specifically, you. Which makes Yugyeom jaw to drop. Why? Because holy shit you’re beautiful.
You are wearing jeans with an oversized sweater that makes you look small. Your hair is in light waves and both front sides of your hair are loosely braided with strands falling from them.
“Don’t look now but a cute girl at ten o’clock,” Yugyeom leans to Jungkook and says discreetly. Jungkook only shrugs him off, not caring if there’s a cute girl. All he wants is quiet and sleep.
“Hello, I was wondering if this seat is taken? I’m new to this class.” You say, pointing at the unoccupied chair next to Jungkook.
Huh. Jungkook swears he heard that voice before but then doesn’t know because it sounds a bit different.
“Go ahead. No one is sitting there,” Yugyeom sweetly says before nudging Jungkook from under the table, which the latter ignores.
“Thank you,” you say. You take a seat.
Too lazily to lift his head up, Jungkook curiously turns his head in his arms. When he sees your face, immediately he sits up aggressively. You turn to the commotion, only to meet his wide and terrified eyes. You tilt your head at him curiously, almost like a kitten.
Jungkook stares at you with bulging eyes. Now he definitely knows that voice. Though, the tone is different, like day and night. You also look day and night. You looked so sadistic last night, but now you look like an angel. He questions if that is really you because emit a different feeling. But when you tilt your head, he definitely thinks it is really you. The fucking vampire that drained him.
He falls out of his chair, an attempt to get away before standing up and frantically gathering his stuff.
“Jungkook? What’s wrong with you?” Yugyeom asks as he watches his friend being a lunatic. He can’t even stop him because Jungkook is already bolting out the room. Both you and Yugyeom look at each other.
“Was there something on my face?” You ask.
You walk down the apartment building’s hall, glancing at each apartment number that passes you. You are sure it’s somewhere here. Ah, there it is. You beam and stop in front of the door with a plaque that says “314″.
You knock on the door a few times, hoping your new roommate is inside. Your stuff should be already inside since they were delivered yesterday. You wait for about twenty seconds before the door opens.
There in front of you stands a stun Jungkook with a cookie in his mouth. You can’t help but smile at how adorable he looks with his wide, surprised eyes. Before you can greet your self, the door is unexpectedly slammed in your face, causing a forced current of air to hit you.
Then you hear the screaming of “OH FUCK NO!” coming from behind the door. You hold in your laugh before knocking on the door again.
It takes Jungkook a while to answer. This time, he only opens the door a crack, gripping tightly on the knob. You tilt your head at him.
“Hello, I’m Y/N, your new roommate,” you say, voice dripping with honey.
Oh God, you have to be fucking with him right now.
“R-Roommate?” He stutters before shrieking at the realization, “ROOMMATE?! YOU, AS IN YOU,” he emphasizes, “ARE MY ROOMMATE?! AS IN YOU LIVE IN THIS APARTMENT?! WITH ME?! AS IN ME?!”
You nod slowly, confirming his words, no matter how anxious he sounds. “Yes, me. As in me, Y/N. Can I come in? I want to unpack my stuff.” You go to the door and try to push it open, but he is holding it in place. You pout. Jungkook would think you look cute if he isn’t terrified.
“That’s your stuff?! As in-”
“Yes, yes, those are my stuff. I had a long day can you let me in? I’ll forgive you for suddenly bolting from me in class earlier,” you sigh. When you see he is not going to budge, you plea to him, “Please?”
Hesitantly, he opens the door for you. You smile then walk right in before closing the door behind you.
“So,” you beam, “where’s my room?”
Jungkook shuffles away from you when you take a step forward before pointing at the first door on the other side of the apartment. Just when you are going to thank him, he rushes to his room, which is next to yours.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” Jungkook chants while gripping onto his hair and pacing around his room with anxiety. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be fucking happening. There is no way, no fucking way.”
How is it possible that you’re here? Did you follow him? Are you here to torture him? Or make sure he doesn’t report you to the police for murder and harassment.
But, why are you acting like nothing happened? Because stuff for sure happened. And he is damn sure that you and the vampire are the same people. You both look exactly the same. Wait, maybe you have an identical twin. Yeah. Yeah, that got to be it. There’s no other explanation. That’s why you don’t recognize him.
Jungkook nervously laughs, feeling a bit better. Then he suddenly pauses, the laughter dies in his throat.
If that’s your twin then what are the chance she is going to come over here to visit you? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jungkook goes to the wall between your rooms. He presses his ear against it, seeing if he can hear anything. There is only rustling and boxes being drag around the floor. So, he does what he always does when he’s in a dilemma. He calls his mom.
“Hello? Sweetie is that you?” He hears his mother’s sweet voice through the line. He sighs in relief at hearing her voice.
“Mom, I’m scared.”
“Scared? Scared of what, honey?”
Jungkook glances around before cupping his mouth to the phone, “My roommate. I-I think she’s a vampire.”
There is a pause before hearing an annoyed sigh, “Jeon Jungkook, are you really calling me to say you think your roommate is a vampire? A creature that drinks blood? You are ridiculous. I think you need to stop playing those games because they’re getting into your head. Now, call me when you miss me. Bye, I love you.” The line goes dead.
Jungkook blinks then scoffs in disbelief. His own mother doesn’t even believe him. Then, he hears your bedroom opening. He tunes his ear, hearing you pad your way to the kitchen.
Gathering all the courage he has, which is not a lot, he rips his door open, determines to confront you. Because if he doesn’t, it’s going to kill him before you do.
He goes to the kitchen where you are. Then halt his steps. You are drinking a red liquid from a cup, his cup actually. Now he is convinced that you are the vampire.
You notice someone watching you. You turn your head to see your roommate watching you with an open mouth. You raise your eyebrow at him, wondering why he looks like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him.
“Can I help you?” You ask, making him snap out of it.
“What is that you’re drinking?”
You lift your glass and look at it, swirling the liquid around before meeting your eyes to his. “Oh, this?” You tilt your head. Jungkook feels like he can’t breathe because the way you tilt your head is the same exact way the vampire did last night. It’s taunting and cruel. He then swears he sees a mischievous glint in your eyes but it goes away when he blinked. “It’s cranberry juice. I hope you don’t mind since it’s yours.”
Jungkook never wanted to slap his forehead so hard right now. Of fucking course, it’s cranberry juice. He has cranberry juice in his fridge. He literally bought it two days ago because the store ran out of fruit punch. He feels so stupid. He takes back what he thought before. You are not that vampire.
“It’s pretty good. You want to try some?” You ask, holding the glass his way. Jungkook smiles at you, feeling a humongous load lift off of him.
He declines your offer, “No thanks. And you can use or eat anything in this house. I don’t really care. If there’s anything you want, just let me know.” He’s finally feeling at ease.
You smile gratefully before walking up to him. You are close, which he stops breathing for a bit, and hears his heart pounding loud in his ears.
“There is something I want,” you blink innocently at him.
“What is it?” he asks a bit too eagerly, but the way you’re looking up at him makes him have a need to give you whatever you want. Soon, he regrets it because of your next words cause his airway to constrict.
genre: fluff, slight angst, slight smut, werewolf!jungkook x witch!reader
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 9.7k+
warning: sexual content
summary: your lure for fairies turned out to be a soulmate potion and you accidentally used it on a werewolf.
author’s note: hello everyone! I’m a new bts writer. This is my first story here and I’m sorry if this sucks. It’s my first attempt of writing smut, so this will probably be my first and last smut fic lol bcs it’s very hard to write and I’m totally not satisfied with it. This is inspired by Harry Potter’s amortentia. Enjoy!
The woods was incredibly dark that night, but that didn’t stop you from going deeper into the forest, alone. The trees around and overhead were so thick that the light from the full moon above was completely blocked. It might be unnerving for the first time, however, since you’d been through this over and over again for a couple dozen times, you’d kind of got used to it. The darkness or the quietness didn’t scare you anymore, thanks to your final project.
As a senior-year student majoring in potions at Art of Witchcraft University, you were faced with final project which required you to create your own potion that no one had ever made before. After so many failed attempts, you were certain that this time you would succeed. Overflowed with confidence, you picked a location that seemed like a comfortable hiding place for magical creatures - lush area close to the lake - and took out a spray bottle filled with light pink liquid. You sprayed your scented potion to everywhere around you and chanted the spell, hoping that some fairies would be lured into you. That’s what the purpose of the potion afterall: to lure fairies out of their hiding, which would help other wizards and witches to gather fairy dust from them.
So, when a half-naked man in nothing but a pair of worn out pants came out instead of fairies, you were completely caught off guard.
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hello! im not trying to pressure u or anything, but since im a new reader of urs, im not familiar w ur update schedule. if u do have one, what would it be?
I don’t really have an update schedule. I just update when I’m not busy. But here’s ch 4 https://sehjook.tumblr.com/post/190891411745/sun-and-moon-ch-4
Hiii!!! I just read sun and moon!! Its amazinggg!!! The fluffy moments were too much too handelllll (in a good way)!!! Hope to read more chapters soon!!! 💕💕💕
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