→ genre: text au (smau without the social media), smut
→ word count: 10.2k (written portion at bottom)
→ scenario: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.
→ warning: sexting, video sex, professional dom jungkook, teasing bratty sub reader, crack humor amidst explicit dirty talk, mutual masturbation, degradation, praise kink, strip tease, fist fucking. mentions of: oral (fem and male receiving), face fucking, size kink, cum play, dacryphilia, subspace.
→ a/n: smh i WOULD find a way to make this smut 10k words loool this is WAY longer than i was expecting, and im not even sure if i like it BUT i hope you guys do :”) tbh ive only read over it for editing like once bc it took a lot out of me so pls excuse any mistakes u find! after this i will be focusing on another project of mine that has a deadline, so the wait for pt 5 may be longer than when i usually update this series, but i hope having such a big chapter will hold you over until then! happy reading and i hope you all enjoy it <3
WARNING/S. lots of boobs, jungkook is a boob guy here 😑 boobs and food 😭 lol
SUMMARY. Turns out, this Saturday isn't that bad after all.
NOTES. me: has piled assignments all due in the same date, also me: you know what let me write boyfriend jungkook to feed my delusions but also to feel like im being productive by writing three thousand words for a fanfic instead of putting this energy on an essay due next week 😁 n e ways, this couple is based off everything's alright couple !! i might make this into a non-chronological drabble series even tho they have no solid plot lmfao... who knows. btw thank you for the 1 billion notes on the previous drabble i wrote i didn't expect that omg platinum fic where's my riaa cert. FAMOUS ERA /.\ do enjoy this fic tho!! hehe <3
For a barely coping up with piled schoolworks University student like you, a Saturday should be the time for hacking away in front of your laptop and please your professors by passing assignments way before the deadline. Studying, being productive and all that shit – those are things you are ought to do, and usually you actually do them. Got this little limited edition Starbucks planner your boyfriend got for you last Christmas where you organize your schedules and to-do lists. But this time however, you especially feel like just lazing around in your apartment.
So that concludes to you being all alone in your room shedding a tear or two after watching Thor. It's dramatic of you to cry over a movie with two men quarreling because they got daddy issues, but hey, to each their own.
You've been binge watching the MCU (in order) and honestly, you've seen all the movies before. Sure you could go to Netflix to find some new ones to watch (and new actors' and actresses' personal lives to google) but everytime you decide on a movie after an extensive IMDb research and you look for it on Netflix, they don't actually have the film. You don't have Disney+ (but Jungkook does. He's willing to give you the password but somehow that doesn't sit right with you so you decline every single time he mentions it.), the internet connection in this apartmenthood is shit too so you're rewatching the movies in your three-year-old hard drive.
You have an essay due Tuesday, a Physics quiz on Monday and you should probably start that research on Chem, but you're too comfortable in the confines of your soft mattress and heavenly sheets, clad in a shirt stolen from Jungkook's closet and granny panties.
You wish your boyfriend was here.
Speaking of boyfriend, the chorus of Paramore's Still Into You suddenly blasts from your phone.
God. The song was so cheesy, but you have a sappy boyfriend. The sappiest.
You still remember the time when he set it as your ringtone for him because he claims it's your song. It was so cheesy it makes you grin at the memory.
"Hello, best friend." You say after taking the call, faking a monotonous tone. But you're giddy and there's a silly smile you're fighting. Oh my god, why does he still make you giddy?
"I missed you, don't friend zone me. Haven't seen you in a week." The distress that coats his words was heard from the other end of the line, and you pause the Marvel intro playing on your laptop.
Biting your lower lip, you play with the hem of your comforter. "Well, that's your fault. You're the one who's keeping me away because of the big game," you hear him groan. You grin. "Also, how dare you not respond to my nude?"
"Babe, stop lying you know damn well how I would respond real quick if it was a real nude and for the record, you told me to stop sending you unsolicited dick pics. I'm respecting your boundaries like the gentleman I am."
You chuckle, remembering the image of Elmo in his stripper era you've sent him last night. You leaned back on the pillows you piled like a mountain behind you. "But I miss your dick. Also you. But mostly your dick."
From his side, he snorts. "Ouch. It's always just my body, can we talk about my day?"
"Eh. You're okay." You both laughed at that, but it soon dissipates and you're jutting your bottom lip out, staring at the ceiling. "Are you tired from practice? I'm so lonely here and I might cry if you don't come over."
"You're very cute, I'll kiss you silly when I see you," You just scoff at that, but that made your heart jump in your chest. "Can't come over, though, sorry baby. Coach said we have to get up at 4 tomorrow. But yeah, I'll see you soon, alright, muchkin?"
You let out a groan that almost sounds like a whine and Jungkook hears that, causing him to chuckle.
"How soon?"
You really hate sounding so needy. This is probably the first time that you want him to come over so bad—but he's been in his own space for a week just practicing because Finals season for football is coming soon next month, and honestly, you should be doing your own thing too, which was to study– given that most people think you have your shit together. But… you just miss Jungkook so much. You miss his scent and his annoying ways. You missed him being too whiny for cuddles and how he always leaves the last piece of pizza on the box for you.
"Very soon, baby. I love you. Don't miss me too much, 'kay?"
Slumping your shoulders, you nod slowly. "Okay." For good measure, you add, "And I don't miss you that much. But yeah. I love you, too."
The call ends and your place is quiet again. You let out a loud sigh.
This is so frustrating.
It's partly because your boyfriend's not here, but it's also because you want to do things but can't get yourself to actually do them. The thought of your unfinished assignments and endless deadlines gives you a headache and you'd really not rather break your head for school. Besides, you like to think you work well with pressure (that's true, but you need to get rid of that mentality) but you don't feel very pressured right now.
Choosing to kill time, you click Instagram, waited for it to load and see your feed, but to no avail. The internet was so slow today it adds to your grumpy mood.
Ugh.
You're about to just continue your movie marathon but then a knock echoes in your flat, making you groan. You don't want to leave your bed, you don't even want to move a single muscle at all.
Slightly annoyed, you planned on ways you would kick Taehyung's ass for disturbing you in this miserable hour (you assume it's him because as your closest friend, he struts here like it's his home too), while also wondering why he would even be here.
When you stepped out from your room, you heard a click, keys jingling, and you almost squealed as you run towards the man in a hoodie and sweats in the threshold of your little abode.
"Jungkook!"
Jungkook catches you with an audible "oof", automatically holding you up on your back and helping you wrap your legs around his torso. Nose buried on the crook of his neck, hand interlocked around it, and that's when you see the pizza he's carrying on the hand he doesn't have on your body. You hear him slightly chuckle at your excitement.
"Missed me this much?"
On any other day, you'd ogle over how hot he is for being so fit to carry you effortlessly like this, but you can see him struggling on balancing you and the pizza box, so you frowned but left a peck on his cheek before you jumped out of his hold. He grins, a toothy one that you adore the most. "Hey, girlfriend."
"You have the audacity to call me that after ghosting me for a week." You jokingly narrow your eyes at him, take the pizza from his hand, letting him saunter further in your living room.
"Sorry, had to practice extra hard these days. Can't have the school's quarterback slacking, you know?" He smirks when you scoff.
"Okay, star player."
He goes straight to your old couch, and you follow him there.
It's almost natural when he takes a hold of your hips the moment you stand in front of him, pulling you down on his lap so he could plant his lips on your own. You sigh into the kiss, the feeling of warmth and familiarity washing your insides. You straddle him, and everything starts slow like the kisses you share when you're just greeting each other, but Jungkook got his hands over your barely covered ass now, lightly squeezing.
"How's studying for the love of my life?" Asked him, his mouth ghosting over the corner of your own, placing fleeting pecks.
"Ugh. I don't know. I haven't been in the mood for being a good student lately," His hands continue to touch the skin under your shirt, and you let him trail his kisses down your neck. "Help me study with the flash cards later?"
"Hm, whatever you want." His huge hands ascend to a more dangerous place – which was the underside of your breasts. He noticed the lack of bra, took that as an advantage and didn't even give you some kind of warning as he started palming your bare breasts. That should've made you jolt, but you're so used to his ways now that you know it's nothing but a form of some sort of greeting for him. (For some reason, it makes you comfortable.) He's always said he loves your boobs. Gets his hands on them as much as possible whenever he can. "What were you doing?"
You suck in a breath when he bites the skin on your throat. "I-I… was bingewatching MCU."
"Again?"
Turns out, the groping is not for usual greeting on this specific day.
Jungkook sucks on your neck, eliciting an "oh" from you, rough hands squeezing the swollen flesh of your boobs. You shift on top of him, and you feel him growing under the fabric of his sweats. God, why did he wear the gray ones.
"Yeah... I had no idea what to— hey don't give me hickeys!"
At that, Jungkook bursts out laughing and you jab at his chest, glaring at him and hope you looked scary enough. However, he just removes his hand from your chest and grabs your face so he could kiss your frowning lips.
"Alright, my queen."
You roll your eyes at his goofiness, getting off from his lap and not forgetting to take the pizza with you as you cross the way to your bedroom. "Yeah, whatever," You wave him off. "I know you haven't showered yet, don't go near my bed unless you have, okay?"
Jungkook snickers at your remark, and you quickly go back to your bed, resuming your marathon. The door to your bedroom opens once again and your boyfriend was already discarding his hoodie, puts it on the chair in front of your study table, sliding off his pants. He wiggles his eyebrows when he notices you watching him from the corner of your eye. At his smug expression, you grab the box of tissues on your nightstand and send it flying away to his direction. He easily dodges it however, laughing as he makes his way to the bathroom naked — he even made sure that you see his body in its nude glory.
Sometimes, you want to throw him out your window.
After ten or so minutes, he comes out from the shower, casually taking out clothes from your dresser because he has a lot of them in your apartment. Some time ago, you mentioned in passing that you like wearing his clothes, so you think he leaves them on purpose for you to wear. Or it could be that he's just forgetful. Who knows.
But sometimes, after a sleepover in your place or vice versa, you steal his clothes. Okay – for the record, he owns these high-quality shirts and they're super comfortable 'cause they're big while yours are from thrift stores and mostly bought for the sake of the aesthetic. You just wanna be cozy.
"What part are you watching now?"
You don't look at him when you answer his question because you know he's naked. And he's showing off.
"The Avengers."
You need to have a talk with him again about being too comfortable in your house. The landlady has been giving you weird, inquisitive looks since she's seen Jungkook's butt while she was watering her plants. Don't even ask why he didn't have clothes that time.
He walks towards the bed.
"Do you have pancake mixtures?" Jungkook asks, all dressed up now, smelling like his body wash he's bought exclusively for your apartment because he abuses his stay here most of the time. The fringe on his hair is a bit wet too, and you felt it on your cheeks when he leans down to kiss the center of your brows.
You nod at his question, craning your neck so you could catch his lips on your own. He smiles, pecking you once for good measure after leaving your room.
Around twenty minutes in the movie, Jungkook comes back with a plate of pancakes and a can of whip cream in hands. He places the whip cream on your table, holding up a fork on your mouth for you to taste the food he made.
"This okay?"
You took a bite, nodding at him with your thumb up.
The mattress dips when he plops down on the bed. You let him slide under the covers beside you but as usual, he shifts so that he's behind you, spreading his thighs, making you lay in between them. You adjust the laptop on your lap and make yourself comfortable in the warmth of his body.
"Seeing Iron Man breaks my heart," he comments, munching on his pancake when Tony Stark shows up at the screen. You chuckle at that while you continue to eat your pizza you got awhile ago.
There's a comfortable silence that hangs in the atmosphere of your room. Somehow, you realize how much you'd rather be with Jungkook than any other place. Sure, your room's nice and being alone is, too, but you feel better when he's with you — holding you like this while you just... do things.
It's really nice.
The pizza's long gone now, and there's one pancake left on the plate. Jungkook obliterates the whip cream by squeezing some in his mouth every now and then while he plays with your hair (it's the hand he didn't use for eating because he knows you'll kick his ass if he puts grease on your hair). Credits rolled on the screen of your laptop as the movie finished. You stretch your limbs, getting the device off your lap and resting it on the foot of your bed.
"Are you staying for the night?" You turn around to look at Jungkook, propping your elbow on the mattress and looking up at him at the low angle. He nods. You beam, excited at the prospect of cuddling him to sleep.
"Come here," he says, taking your waist and hoisting your body up against his.
When you're level with his face, he kisses you. There's tongue in there somewhere, and you ended up straddling him again like you did back in the living room. Both your mouths taste gross because of pizza grease and the pancakes, but Jungkook made it work somehow. Even making out with you.
You start gyrating your hips against his, causing him to groan. He stops kissing you then, holds your waist down to stop it from moving. He's sporting a semi currently, but he doesn't want to pay attention to it yet.
"I wanna do something," he whispers on your mouth. You peck the tip of his nose.
"Hm?"
"Take your shirt off," But he does it for you anyway. He tossed the oversized clothing somewhere on the heap of your floor, and you wrap your arms around his neck. "Lay back down for me."
You arched your brow at him, but let him anyways as he turned over your position with ease. You make yourself comfortable as he hovers above you.
"That's it," Jungkook says, pressing a kiss on your lips again. You close your eyes, too immersed in the moment while you massage the hairs on his nape, so you don't notice Jungkook reaching for the whip cream from the night stand. His kisses trail down your neck, making you squirm underneath him.
In the corner of your eyes, you see the thing he has in his hand.
"You're gone for a week and you came back with a food kink?" You question, amused, but lowkey anticipating his next move.
Jungkook's mouth is on your chest in no time, feeling the vibration of his laughter on your skin.
"Shut up," He tweaks your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, eliciting a moan from you. "I just think this whip cream tastes amazing, good combo with your wonderful tits."
And the next thing you feel is something wet coating your nipple. The whip cream is sticky and cold as you watch Jungkook squeezing the can on your buds. You sigh, head falling back as he begins to spread it on your breasts with two of his thumbs. He hums, leaning down and finally tasting his work on your body.
"Oh," you suck in a breath as he licks the whip cream off your chest. He sucks on your nipple, bit on it and fondles when the cream is off. And he's paying attention to the other one by doing exactly the same.
"Fuck," he groans around your perky bud. "Tastes even hundred times better. You're amazing, babe."
You moan, finally deciding to grab at his hair for leverage because his mouth is devouring your boobs and you're on your toes, breath shaking because yeah, you never knew this would be hot.
"My mom would skin me alive if she sees me playing around with food." You say out of nowhere while Jeongguk continues his ministration on your chest.
He suddenly stops.
"Don't talk about your mom while I'm sucking your boobs."
"Sorry—ow!" You jolt when he bites your nipple a little too hard. You smack his head for it, and he had the audacity to fake an ouch. "You always do that, I'm not a doll." You glare at him when he meets your gaze. He looks apologetic though when he leans down to kiss your mouth.
"Forgive me, my sweet cheetos," You roll your eyes at the silly nickname. Jungkook pecks your lips thrice, "That's for I love you." and continue his doings.
You let out an amused scoff, giggles then erupting from your mouth at how cheesy he sounded. Ever the sappy boyfriend. You don't wonder why his friends make fun of him.
As he chuckles on your chest, you look up at the ceiling and think that yeah, there's really no better place than with him in it.
Your student responsibilities? You'll deal with them later.
GENRE. fluff ): it gets a little spicy in the end but still cute
WORD COUNT. around 1.9k-ish
WARNING/S. none!!! they were just being cute and sweet!!
SUMMARY. Sometimes, all you need is reassurance.
NOTES. wrote this last night because i got a disappointing grade from a project and i wish i had a boyfriend to comfort me when i cried a bit like a loser 😑😑 kidding ion need a man to make me happy unless you're jungkook den hmu ;) anyways it's not edited so if you see an error, no you didn't !! i wrote this in a spur let me have this one lmfao let's fucken goooo
— a someway, somehow jjk x reader drabble
summary “Marry me,” Jungkook says one night
warning smut is mentioned in passing (jk getting tied up, gagged, crying lol, also him fingering oc), da ex girlfriend Sojin is mentioned 😨, oc is a LIL scared….. she gets over it lol
rating m (18+)
wc 1k
note (!) alas…. our last swsh drabble to fulfill the arc I accidentally began for them <3 rip in peaces u will be missed mrs. ‘swish’
Summary: Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise.
Happy belated Birthday @yminie ! I hope you survive! <3 <3
This is kinda PWP, which is why I chose to keep the super cheesy porno title I first came up with haha (plus, I couldn’t actually think of anything better - so sue me). Also, this is the first moodboard I’ve ever made, so please don’t repost or use without credit.
“Home by seven my ass…” you mutter darkly under your breath as your hands dwell somewhere beneath a layer of lemon-scented suds, a scouring pad clenched in fist.
You’d intended leave the dishes until after having eaten tonight, but seeing as your dinner companion is still yet to show after more than half an hour of you being sat at the table like an idiot, waiting, you figured you’d make a start. Anger is great for removing stubborn baked on bread crumbs from an oven tray, apparently; by the time you’re done pretending its surface is your husband’s face and stashed it on the drying rack you’ve never seen it look cleaner.
You wish you could pretend this was the first time he’s come home later than intended. It’s an occupational hazard you guess; as one of the heads of IT tech support for all of the healthcare providers in the local province it’s up to him to make sure every system is running seamlessly no matter the time of day. If a piece of software goes down it’s not just the clinicians who suffer - it’s the patient’s blood results or x-ray reports they can’t gain access to who suffer as well.
So maybe you shouldn’t be so mad - maybe you should be glad to have a husband so hard-working and committed to his job that he’s willing to stay late more often than not. As you pick at little pieces of the beef you’d so painstakingly roasted, long since gone cold, this is what you so avidly try to convince yourself of, but it doesn’t really make you feel any better. It doesn’t change the reality of you being stood all alone at your kitchen counter with tears threatening in your eyes, all dressed up with nowhere to go.
The sound of keys turning in the front door lock has your ears pricking to attention and your back straightening as you abandon your leftovers in favour of watching the entranceway to the hall. The smouldering embers of annoyance that’d been threatening to dwindle away into sadness come roaring back into life with his impending arrival, and as soon as you hear your husband cross the threshold you’re hollering his name, nostrils flared.
“Jeon Jungkook!” His heavy exhale reaches your ears even from several metres away; tired and weary. You know he’ll be worn out after work, and he’s more than likely been dreading having this fight with you all the way home, but your famously short temper won’t let you show him an inch of mercy. Not yet, anyway. “What the hell kinda time do you call this?!”
It’s odd - usually Jungkook would be rushing in by now, a pink tinge to his cheeks and an apology on his lips - but tonight he appears to be taking his time. There’s the sound of his keys clinking against one another as they’re placed on the side and then the heavy tread of his boots coming down the hall that follows, so slow and steady that it only serves to infuriate you all the more. Let him drag this out if he wants; all he’s doing is prolonging the length of the cold shoulder he’ll be receiving later on.
“You could’ve at least called,” you carry on, rounding the kitchen island with one hand on your hip, waiting for him to emerge, “I wouldn’t have bothered busting my ass if I’d have known you - oh my god!”
Hands flying upward to cover your gasping mouth, your wide eyes run rapidly up and down the sorry state of a man who enters your kitchen with his busted lip slanted into a wry smile. It’s not very often you’re at a loss for words and yet here you are, speechless, all anger eradicated by the sight of your husband’s naturally handsome face so marred with cuts and bruises.
a/n: hi! I completely forgot this was sitting in my drafts. I said you could send in some requests for the wishing for you couple and this is the first one I got. It’s not that specific so this is what I ended up writing one night at like 2am (this is heavily unedited I was half asleep tbh)
You can’t remember the last time you got a full night’s sleep. It’s past three in the morning when you’re awoken by the piercing screams blasting through the baby monitor — it’s the third time tonight. The red light blinks away wildly, casting a slight glow to the dark room as you muster the little amount of energy you have to drag yourself out of bed with a tired sigh.
↳ Warnings: cockwarming, humiliation, degradation, overstimulation, praise, little bit of aftercare :), (tell me if i've missed anything!)
"Stop fucking moving, baby." He gritted through his teeth, muting his mic as he said it.
You were feeling bratty. You needed his attention. Fuck that, you needed all of him right now.
Your boyfriend loved playing video games. He loved them so much, sometimes he would completely forget about you, his girlfriend of nearly two and a half years. Nothing big.
He unmuted his mic, going back to screaming random gamer talk like 'Over there!' and 'Tae! You just got me killed you fucking idiot.' Going back to ignoring you for god knows how long.
You knew he loved you. So fucking much. It's just he was too invested in his games at the moment. And that, that got you bored and left you touch starved.
You tried hiding the faint laugh coming out of you, trying to keep it in as you thought of all of things your boyfriend would do to you after. You couldn't wait until his game was done.
Teasingly, you clenched your walls around his thick cock. You knew you were only meant to be cockwarming him; you weren't even meant to be cockwarming him, it was only because you wouldn’t stop distracting him until you got something.
Jungkook moaned a low 'fuck', inaudible for his friends to hear through the microphone. He muted his mic once again, slapping your thigh and dragging his hand up, almost touching your heat until he pulled it away, grabbing your neck harshly and pushing your head onto his shoulder.
"Do you think I'm dumb? Hm? Don't you think I know what you're doing," He tutted out, "Should I unmute my mic? Tell them how needy my little slut is being? I can unmute it right now if you-"
Grabbing onto his thighs tightly, you whimpered and shook your head, gulping down the ball in your throat, starting to feel rather small compared to your boyfriend, subbing out. You didn't want to be humiliated in front of his friends - at least you think you don't.
He smirked at how quick you had turned into a mushy sub for him, just by him threatening to humiliate you, turning his microphone back on. "Sorry, sorry. Just had to deal with something, y'know."
The way his long, thick cock stretched you out fully, his tip hitting your cervix, throbbing against it, almost driving you insane. Key word; almost. But the fact he wasn't moving, barely showed you any kind of indication he will move soon, did drive you crazy.
"Kook... P-Please..." You practically breathed out, quieter than a whisper, looking back at him, your eyes tearing up from the lack of attention and your hand playing with his hair as your eyes moved from his eyes to his parted lips.
You silently thanked that his camera wasn't on, but you knew he would turn it on right now, just to humiliate you if he wa.
"He's behind you moron! Oh my god, Jimin and Namjoon you're literally useless at this game!" He practically screamed out, eyes looking at every pixel on the screen as his fingers pushing buttons and moving the sticks like it was his first time, as you grinded slowly on his dick, wanting some kind of friction. Any kid of friction.
Whimpering, you bit down on your bottom lip as you continued to slowly, slowly grind on your boyfriend. Your mind thinking it might be better he turned his camera on, humiliating you. At least you'd get action.
You felt your slick drip onto his balls, your slick coating his skin, threatening to spill onto his expensive gaming chair.
He whispered out a 'fuck' throwing his head back for a brief second, feeling your juices coat him and your pussy clench around his dick, his breathing turned heavy. It didn't last long though, he snapped back into 'gamer mode' and acted as if nothing happened.
Whilst there was a small minute break in his game, he grabbed your thighs, squeezing them hard. You let out a gasp at the sudden attention, only to have his hand cover your mouth.
Moving the microphone away from his mouth, not turning it off, he whispered into your ear, "Keep it down, baby girl. You want me to fuck you whilst I play? Want my cock pounding your slutty pussy as my friends watch, huh?"
You shake your head, 'no', secretly wanting him to pound into you, no matter if his friends watch or not. It wouldn't be any different from when Jungkook sends videos to his friend group chat, videos of you sucking him off, him fingering you, him fucking you.
You loved attention. You couldn't get enough of all the attention from his friends, who were also your close friends, after Jungkook sending a video. All their comments praising you, boosting your ego. 'Fuck, she's a filthy girl', 'If you ever break up, the first thing I'm doing is fucking your girl, Kook'.
Jungkook loved showing off what's his. He loved sending them explicit content of you, knowing that no one else will ever get to finger you. No one will get to eat you out. No one else will get their dicked sucked by you. You're all his. Only his.
"Oh, who am I speaking to? Y/n, she's here with me." He cut you out of your thoughts. Thoughts that only made you hornier.
Jungkook placed his headset on your head, moving your hair out of the way as he turned his camera, you oblivious to his action.
You heard a 'oh' sound come from the boys. You heard a bunch of questions. 'How are you?' 'Where's Jungkook?' 'When should we next meet up all together?'. Slightly confused, you brushed any questions off your shoulder and said a faint 'hi'.
Jungkook nuzzled into your neck, wanting to smell you, wanting to get closer than you already were. "Don't be shy, baby. You know the boys, right? They sure as hell know you." He laughed out, your face blushing at his words as you remember the latest video you had sent to the group chat; you taking all your boyfriends dick down your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks, face turning red and gagging around his size.
The thought made you unintentionally clench around his dick, triggering Jungkook to groan out. "Shittt, fuck Y/n."
Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi halted mid-conversation, Taehyung and Jimin slightly giggling. You were suspicious but you didn't think much of it, they always had their weird moments and so you thought nothing of it.
You were oblivious to the light beaming next to the camera, indicating it was on and showing you sitting on Jungkook. Oblivious to the fact they could almost see Jungkook's dick inside of your cunt; your skirt covering it. Only just.
Without you realising, he looks at the camera, looking at the six of his friends, watching with wide eyes; clocking onto what's happening.
"Let's take this off, baby. You've been such a needy slut, haven't you, hm?" He sighed out, gently pulling the headset off your head, placing it on the table. What you didn't know is the reason he took the headphones is so that you wouldn't hear the boys speaking as they watched him pleasure you.
Thinking he had muted the microphone during the break in his game, you cried out a strained moan as he slithered his hand under your skirt, touching your sensitive clit. You head was thrown back onto his shoulder, your face turned towards his neck; the neck where you were giving him hickeys and soft kisses when you're normally sitting on his lap.
He quickened the movement of his fingers that were circling your clit, only causing you to non-stop moan, your slick to continue dripping onto his balls and now onto his chair. The sensation of it all caused your hips to start moving, trying to get friction as you felt you had been edged a hundred times.
He tutted loudly. "Uh-uh-uh. You're such a needy cockslut, huh? So fucking needy for my dick." He grabbed your hips, keeping an iron hard grip on them and he said nothing but promises and dirty things he would do to you.
"I bet you wanted me to fuck you in front of my friends, didn't you? You like the idea of them getting hard at you being a slut for daddy's dick, hm?" Without knowing, you nodded as soon as he finished the question, still trying to grind yourself onto him.
"Why's that, baby? Why would you like them watching you as I fuck your brains out?" He teased, smirking as his hands was tracing lines up and down your thighs soothingly, moving his chair backwards to have 'more room'.
You almost choked out your answer when his slender fingers came to your clitoris once again, adding more pressure than the last time, his circular motions speeding up. "To show them h-how well you treat - fuckk - how you treat me. How y-your cock fills me up so good. Fuck!"
Your walls clenched around your boyfriends dick, almost spasming around him like when he overstimulates you. You came as the speed was almost too much to take. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, your head was thrown against his shoulder, your legs were trembling, trying to close but unable to because Jungkook’s legs locked in between yours, spreading your ones out, making sure to give his friends a nice view. Making sure they know that he's the only one to make you like this.
"Hold your skirt up, baby. It's getting in the way" He uses the excuse, just so the boys could get a good look of him stretching you out.
Your body was still a little shook from your last orgasm, so you sat there for a moment, trying to gather any sort of 'oomph' left inside of you. When you finally had enough energy, you grabbed the skirt, holding it up high as your boyfriend started moving your hips for you, also thrusting his hips up, meeting your movements.
"So fucking tight. So tight, as if I didn't pound into your tight little pussy on the bed behind us yesterday." He groaned out into your ear, speeding up the pace for the both of you. The way your cum had coated his dick before, left it easy for him to thrust into you as you rode him. It always burned at first, as if his dick were so big it was ripping something inside of you; perhaps you would never truly get used to his size.
Moans, groans, squelching, panting and skin slapping was the only thing heard in the room. Your vison started blurring from so much pleasure, "T-Too much, Kook, fuck."
"You can take it, baby. I know you can. You were so desperate and needy - shit - for my cock. You can't say it's too much now, hm. Take it in like the good cumslut you are. Maybe after I finish my game for good, we can go properly onto the bed? Would you like that, baby?"
All you can do is moan out in approval. You were sure he literally fucked your brains out of you. The only words you knew were 'fuck', 'shit' 'Jungkook'. Nothing more, nothing less.
He sped up, trying to now reach his high. Although he was trying to reach his high, he always put you first; he always made sure that you finish first and enjoy it.
"Ju-Jungkook, I-I'm close, fuck!" You stuttered out, almost embarrassing how you stuttered so much. You couldn't help it though. His dick filled you up so much. Filled you until you could see the bulge in your lower stomach.
He brought his hand to your stomach as you were looking at it. Correction, you tried to look at it. Your head was thrown back and eyes were rolled at the back of your head from the overstimulation. You couldn't help what your body did anymore.
He looked up at the boys reactions as the tip of his dick poked at your skin with every thrust. Jimin was sighing heavily, his boner clear. Taehyung, Jin and Yoongi was palming their boners through their joggers. Hoseok and Jin watching, wide eyed and their boners on display. He chuckled at their reactions; still knowing he's the only one to put you in this state. The only one to pleasure you like this. The only one to hit your spots as good as he could.
Your hands were grabbing onto anything and everything. His thighs, your thighs, his arm, his desk, his hair, his neck as your knuckles were turning white grasping to grab something. The hand he had on your lower stomach, moved lower down to your cunt, his hand grazing over your clit before touching it again, only adding onto your pleasure.
His other hand slipped under your, basically see through, shirt. His hand played with your sensitive nipples, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a speed you couldn't even think about in your mind and his other hand rubbing your clit in circular motions, adding more and more pressure to bring you over the edge - and it did.
Jungkook's thrusts got rougher, harder, and faster, pounding into your dripping cunt, hitting all the right places, sending you into a hard, body-shaking orgasm. You swear you nearly blacked out when your vision went blurry. Seeing stars, your pussy coats his dick with your cum, going on his thighs, balls, and the seat under both of you.
He thrusts went even faster after you came, making you scream from the stimulation of having two orgasms and your boyfriend pounding into you so hard, most likely bruising your cervix, catching up to his high which finally hit, his breaths hard, short, and paced.
His comes undone, shooting his hot strings of cum, painting your walls inside as he still thrusts in and out, trying to lengthen the pleasure for the both of you as he pushes himself as deep as he could, one last time before stilling as his cum still shoots out.
"Fuck, that's it. Take it all, baby. Take all my fucking cum." He moaned out. His moans could make you cum again, but you weren't sure if you had any more in you; you hadn't came that much before. Ever.
Before he did anything else, he leaned forward, his hand coming to grab the computer mouse and moving the camera that showed you and him. All of you. He also made the boys screens bigger, you now piecing together they had just watched all of that.
Your cheeks had never been so red, you hid in your boyfriends neck, hoping you could disappear right then and there. Although you were so embarrassed that you just wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the floor, it started getting your turned on again, getting a glimpse of all of them; heavy breathing, boners, mouths open in shock and eyes glued open.
You would've got up and cleaned yourself but that was physically impossible. You tried standing up to walk away, pulling yourself slowing off his still-hard dick, not aware that your legs were jelly, you had sunk back down onto him as you never managed to get off him complete, moaning loudly, forgetting you have an audience.
"We all missed out on the game. The game all of us had been grinding for at least a month. We missed it all because you were being a needy slut for me, isn't that right?" Jungkook spoke out, cuddling you from behind as you were still sitting on his cock.
You nod shyly, being lifted off your boyfriends cock and being laid on the bed before he walked off into the bathroom.
Jungkook made sure to place you on the bed so the boys could still see your dripping cunt. So, they could see the creation your boyfriend had just made inside of you. You didn't have any energy to care. Jungkook didn't mind if his friends got off on the thoughts of you; he knew that he's the only one who would have you.
"Such a pretty slut. My pretty, pretty slut." He cooed at you.
Every time he complimented you, you felt as if you were some high school girl, getting butterflies even when her crush looks at her. He carefully cleaned you up, laying on bed for a few minutes, cuddling you and whispering the sweetest things into your ear, kissing your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.
Not wanting to wake you, he got up, tucking you into bed. He walked back to his computer, putting his headset on, one ear free of his headphone so he could hear you if you needed anything and to make sure he wasn't being loud enough to wake you up.
"Fucking hell, Kook." Taehyung was the first to speak out, hearing 'mhm's' and the others agreeing with his words. Jungkook had a mix of a sweet smile and devilish smirk plastered onto his face.
"Yes, she's my girl and my girl only. I'm glad you think she's as hot as I think she is." All the other boys looked shocked, not wanting to pass any boundaries, worried that Jungkook would think they want you to themselves.
Jungkook chuckled lightly and their responses of them defending themselves. "Well, you're saying one thing, but all of your boners are saying other shit. It's okay. Even if she's the hottest person in the world, no one has ever treated me like she does. That's why I love her." Within an instant of understanding that Jungkook doesn’t care, most of the boys had turned their cameras off and given excuses such as 'I'm going to the bathroom' or 'I'm getting something to eat' but Jungkook knew they were going to jerk off.
He sighed loudly. "Poor, single boys." He chuckled to himself and started playing a game, waiting for the others to come back.
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 kittaentaegu’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
kenna!! congrats 🤍 can u do smut #6 with jungkook 🤍🤍
6. “Ride me.”
“Hm, what are you doing?” You mumbled into the pillow, your feeling of content lying back against Jungkook’s chest disrupted as the man suddenly reached underneath the sheets and lifted your leg by the ankle.
“Wanna make you feel good.” He responded simply, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your neck before settling back down in the spooning position he’d been in previously.
“Jungkook!”
You chuckled at his needy tone, along with the way he swung your leg back over his hip, slotting his thigh between your legs and encouraging you with a tap of your waist.
“Ride me.” He mumbled, fingers gripping your hips and controlling their movements as you obediently gyrated down onto his muscle.
Rubbing your core against his leg, you gasped at the delicious friction on your clit, Jungkook’s hand groping at your ass, lips puckering at the skin underneath your ear.
“Yeah, there we go. That’s it, baby.” He murmured in approval, flexing his thigh muscle and pushing it up into your heated core to make you moan.
“Oh my god, Jungkook.” You whined, clutching the sheets in a vice grip as you rocked your hips along his thigh, your boyfriend grunting in response.
“Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my thigh?” He asked huskily, you whimpering a reply into the cushion below you as he took complete control of your hips, guiding them up and down his leg as he began bouncing the muscle a bit.
“Fuck!”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you threw your head back, back arching as you called Jungkook’s name.
Humming, your boyfriend rubbed his hand up and down your arm, pressing soothing kisses to your shoulder as he peered over to look at your face, grinning at your dazed expression.
warnings. explicit content, semi-public sex, threesome (obviously), everyone’s a switch at this point, but top!jungkook, big dick!tae, big dick!jungkook, discussions of sexuality
synopsis. the person frowns, confusion clearly painted on his face, “how can you be dating two people at once and those two people date each other while dating you?”
“it’s cause we’re a thruple - like a couple but with three people.”
summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.
warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true,
rating; mature (18+)
misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v
wc; 4.6k
notes; I’ve had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩❤️💋👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩
✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.
word count; 3,367
based on a request by anon; It’s a Jungkook au, where he’s a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he’d slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.
warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew
a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!
ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe
Jeon Jungkook hops from bed to bed, sleeping with as many beautiful, rich women as he can possibly find time for. He’s young and attractive, with a silver tongue that gets him practically anything he wants. So when his friend and boss, Kim Taehyung, tells him it’s time to settle down, Jungkook takes it pretty badly. And when he finds out that the woman he’s destined to marry is, in fact, his little sister’s best friend, he is less than impressed.
You have spent your entire life trying to forget the way you feel about Jeon Jungkook. So when you find out that Jungkook is to be your husband - and that he is anything but pleased about it - your world is thrown into chaos. How can you survive a loveless marriage with the man you are hopelessly in love with?
WARNINGS: Language, some violence and eventual smut.
A/N: I changed Jungkook’s story slightly from my original story. Hope you guys like it!!! Enjoy :)
You were in love with Jeon Jungkook.
You had been in love with him, since the moment you understood what it truly meant to love someone.
The engagement party was in full swing - people chattered around you happily, congratulating the supposedly happy couple - but all your attention was on him.
You watched him from across the expanse of people wedged between you both. He leaned against the stone wall, observing, as he always did. Arms crossed, dark eyes narrowed.
You knew you probably shouldn’t watch him for long - that if he felt your gaze on him he would add it to the long list of reasons why he’d probably noticed you were in love with him years ago. But you couldn’t help yourself. He looked so handsome - so inviting - and you swore at yourself for still holding a candle to someone who didn’t see you as much more than an accomplice to his little sister.
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