BTS smut blog

→ Words: 13,120.

→ Genre: Smut.

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Taehyung x Reader.

→ Summary: You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.

→ Warnings: Contains graphic threesome smut and unprotected sex. Double penetration. Coarse language. Mentions of alcohol and other drugs. Beware fuckboys.

→ A/N: There is a “keep reading” on this post. Whether or not the Tumblr app lets it show up, is out of my control. Sorry for the inconvenience if it doesn’t show up!

Learning the Hard Way Ship: Jungkook | Noona!Reader Description: Jungkook’s determined to prove to you he’s not a kid. Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT TSHDKN, PWP, Oral, Blowjob, Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, DOM!KOOK, NOONA KINK, Slight Nipple Play, Masturbation, Unsafe Driving, Unprotected Sex, Denied Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, DIRTY TALK, Creampie, Cumplay, Cum Eating, Fingering, Grinding, Deepthroating, Demeaning Names, Light Bondage, Slow Burn?, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Pussy Slapping, Breathplay, Plot if you squint, Fluff if you squint Word Count: 12,200 A/N: WHY

pairing: jungkook x reader (f) ft. taehyung

genre: smut, fluff, humour, pwp, dom!jungkook, voyeurism in its ultimate form

warnings: bad boy!jk- oh how do I put this he’s a tattooed punk? who’s a dom? next, explicit language, dirty talk, masturbation, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cum play, cum eating, oral- male receiving, pussy slapping, ass play, spanking, daddy kink, filthy stuff sis

a/n; this strongly portrays voyeurism. jk and the reader are far from shy, displaying their bodies without the worry of others taking notice. for real, jk like comes all over the window and shit. this is a fair warning; don’t read if you’re not into that.

word count: 11.2k

synopsis; you drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. you can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.

Description: When discipline and chaos meet, one will always rise to the top.

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 24.4k

Warnings: S/M themes, very!bratty MC, dubious consent, rough sex (spanking and slapping included), evil amounts of edging, toy use, breathplay, cumplay, oral sex, handjobs, degradation, slight dacryphilia, zero aftercare.  

A/N: I’m back from hiatus! Well, ish. I’m still going to be incredibly busy over the course of January, but hey! At least I got this done and posted, right?? :’) I hope y’all enjoy the newest outpouring of filth that my mind has conjured.

; Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 9.7k

; Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook

; Synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.

; A/N: This was basically written for @gimmesumsuga, I’m not gonna lie. It’s also based off a bunny hybrid prompt by @hybridfanfiction so thank you! :D It’s my first time writing hybrid fic so…please like and leave a comment, and reblog so other people can read if you’d like it! :)

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“Jungkook, did you not buy any vegetables?” You call out, frowning at the unsurprisingly empty interior of the fridge. In fact, all that remains is a half full carton of almond milk that you’re pretty certain Jungkook has left in there for at least two weeks.

Reaching in and pulling it out, you peer inside and frown as you give it a squeeze. Deciding it’s probably best not to risk it, you keep telling Jungkook to write the date he opens stuff but he just forgets, you pour it out into the sink before disposing of it.

Now you truly have nothing in the fridge, and you ponder for a moment how on earth two people have managed to let it get to this point.

It’s perhaps less surprising for you, given that you’re terrible at cooking and subsist off terrible snacks but Jungkook likes to cook. How has he not noticed that you’ve both run out of food?

“Err…no. But I did buy cookies?” You sigh and roll your eyes at that. It surprises you not, as two years of living with Jungkook as your roommate has taught you that he has odd thought processes sometimes. Even if for the most part, they’re often sweet.

The two of you had begun living together when you’d answered his advert for a roommate. You’d started your Masters degree and needed a place that was cheap, yet close enough to university that you weren’t having to get sixteen forms of public transport.

All he’d asked was that he needed a roommate who would pay on time, was nice and wasn’t too loud. It had seemed simple enough, standard roommate fare if you were being honest. When he’d opened the door though, you’d realised why he didn’t want loud roommates.

Jeon Jungkook was a rabbit hybrid. An American Fuzzy Lop hybrid to be precise, he’d informed you proudly when you’d first met and he’d let you in so you could explore your potential future home.

For a hybrid, he didn’t have too many features from his animal counterpart. There was no tail, which would be adorable, but he did have the distinctive, long and floppy dark brown ears that always made you aww in secret. And sometimes out loud if you were being honest.

⇢ pairing | jungkook/reader ⇢ word c | 3,345 ⇢ genre | e2l, fuckboy au, smut ⇢ summary | you hate jeon jungkook with every fiber of your being; but arousal doesn’t discriminate between like and dislike.

⇢ something wicked this way cums, 1

⇢ warnings/tags | fuckboy!jungkook, frat boy jungkook, hate fucking (sort of), unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, public sex (in the library), rough sex, clothed sex, marking/biting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!jungkook. (this is just a pwp.)

You hated Jeon Jungkook.

You hated him. When you’d first laid eyes on him, snapback atop his head and laughing obnoxiously with his buddies before the professor walked in on the first day of classes, you’d rolled your eyes and thought you knew exactly what he’d be about. He was trouble—most definitely cocky and most definitely too stupid for this class.

Oh, how wrong you’d been.

➯ After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

pairing: yoongi x reader x jungkook

genre: university!au, smut, humor, a little fluff, oneshot

wordcount: 13.6k

inspired by → this request

masterlist

warnings: masturbation, handjob, fingering, dirty talk, oral, rough sex, sloppy seconds, auralism/voyeurism, slight kink-shaming, slight blood/gore

“Oh, fuck, yes. Yoongi, baby, harder. Please, harder.”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, reaching for one of his pillows to place it over his face. All he wanted to do was sleep. All he wanted was to focus on school and get through his core classes as quickly as possible so he could work on the actually interesting and fun classes of his major. What he definitely didn’t want was to have to listen to his roommate fucking you in the room right beside his.

“Right there. Oh my god, right there. Yes, yes yes. Yoongi, fuck. I love you so much.”

Jungkook grimaced, pressing the pillow over his ears as tightly as he could to drown out the sound of your voice. He’d really thought he’d hit the jackpot when he found this apartment. It was close to campus. The rent was affordable. There was a variety of eating places nearby as well as a library and internet café. And Min Yoongi had seemed nice enough. Not overly friendly by any means, but he was quiet and generous. The older boy said he’d picked Jungkook out of all of the interested parties because he remembered how hard it’d been when he first started university. He wanted to pass some kindness on to Jungkook that he wished he could’ve received and had given Jungkook a break as a result of it. Now three months in to the semester, Jungkook was more certain that Yoongi had picked him over the other interested applicants because Jungkook was shy. Shy and awkward and timid and not about to say a single word about his overly-loud girlfriend that rivalled even the most vocal pornstar he’d ever watched.

Jungkook had nothing against you as a person. He actually kind of enjoyed having you around when you weren’t locked inside Yoongi’s bedroom. You were far warmer than Yoongi, much more outgoing and friendly than he was by far. You were always eager to include Jungkook, whether it be a game night that you forced Yoongi to participate in or a simple movie night when Jungkook would awkwardly sit in the armchair while you cuddled with Yoongi on the couch. You often cooked for them, always making sure to make an extra plate for Jungkook even if he wasn’t home yet. You had a special knack in making Jungkook feel comfortable around you, easing his anxiousness in the way that you never minded how little he actually spoke.

But why did you have to be so fucking loud? It didn’t help that the apartment was set up with both bedrooms directly next to each other, only a thin wall separating the two. But the longer he’d lived there, the more convinced Jungkook became that you were purposely getting louder. The first few times he’d had to listen to you having sex next door, you’d been somewhat quiet. It was clear what was taking place in the bedroom next to his, but Jungkook had easily been able to ignore the sounds you were making by focusing on his coursework. But that hadn’t lasted long. Each time now you seemed to get louder and louder, more vocal about what exactly you wanted Yoongi to do to you, how much you craved him, how he made you feel, and on and on you would go.

Jungkook had been good about it at first. When you started to get louder, he just started wearing headphones, turning the music up to match your moans so he wouldn’t hear them. He’d felt too awkward about it at first, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to look you in the face the next time he saw you without remembering the noises. But things had remained mostly normal between you two. Maybe a few extra blushes from Jungkook but nothing that would give away how acquainted Jungkook was becoming with your sex life.

“Mmmm, yes, baby, yes. You feel so good, Yoongi. Your cock is so big, oh my god. Just fuck me.”

⇨ “you’re only mine now”

pairing ⇁ jungkook | reader

theme ⇁ smut | hybrid!au

warnings ⇁ language | rough, explicit smut | hybrid x human smut | restraints | oral | cum play | breath play | spanking | stretching? | daddy kink | breeding kink | depression! | porn with a sad plot lmfao

word count ⇁ 6.797

note ⇁ this was my first hybrid au and I didn’t play close enough attention to how readers would perceive the plot. for this reason i have remastered the story and altered the plot. if you’ve read the old version please leave a comment on your thoughts, also reblogging this would be appreciated as it is remastered. thank you!

There is an unsettling silence swirling through the air the very second Jungkook steps foot in his apartment. It is a silence induced by both heartache and hostility, and while the heartache is mutual, the hostility ignites from one end, flickering burns on not one but both tongues.

He pushes the door and steps in, containing his sigh of exhaustion as you trudge in soon after him. You’re oozing with despondency, glossy curls shielding your heavy gaze that is stuck to your tennis sneakers that squeak upon the varnish pasted to the wooden floor—naturally showcasing your childlike, mischievous attributes.

Jungkook throws his keys aside and drops your mini suitcase to one corner of the entrance. You watch him stride ahead of you, heading for the kitchen. He turns back not even once to glance at you let alone check if you are okay.

You stand stiffly at the door, sniffing the air briefly with a sullen expression. You almost whimper, lifting your hand to wipe your nose against the material of your silk white shirt. Stroking the tip of your nose delicately, you force a feeling of comfort around yourself.

It doesn’t work.

With your sharp nails grazing your neck, long, lean fingers hooking themselves to the edge of your dull pink collar, your youthful eyes spot your numerous toys scattered across the living room. You’re quick to descend on to the thick, fluffy carpet sprawled across the floor of the living room, accidentally switching on the television as you position yourself on all fours.

Jungkook switches on the gas stove, toppling a pot with steaming water before settling it upon the orange, blue flame aggravating below. You can tell so without looking. It was a task incorporated into his daily routine.

You stretch yourself leisurely, ass hoisted up into the air as you flick several toys left and right. Your hands, that have curled inwards to resemble paws, melt into the soft carpeting as the the knots in your lower back undo themselves and your animated tail straightens itself out. You softly whimper, biting into your bottom lip.

⌜ PAIRING ⌟ jungkook x reader

⌜ GENRE ⌟ smut

⌜ WORD COUNT ⌟ 5,862

⌜ WARNINGS ⌟  sensory deprivation, edging, degradation kink, praise kink, rough oral (m receiving), ass play

⌜ NOTES ⌟  thank you so much to my love, @guksheart for being such an indescribably sweet addition to my life and looking this over for me. i don’t deserve someone even half as amazing as you 💞

g is for games ⇢ index

pairing ⇢ jeon jungkook x reader

genre/warnings ⇢ literally just a blowjob

words ⇢ 1k

notes ⇢ i was supposed to post this on jungkook’s birthday but i didn’t finish it in time so… oops???

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Genre | strangers AU | smut

Pairing | Yoongi x reader x Jeongguk

Words | 4,195

Warnings | Threesome, hand jobs, some begging, exhibitionism, Namjoon being oblivious. Me having a slight sub!jk kink because he’s two years younger than me and I just—

You were a nice girl, but the weather can drive just about anyone out of their minds, especially when in close proximity to these two.

pairing: yoongi x reader x jungkook

genre: smut

warnings: explicit sex, threesome, d/s undertones, hair pulling, dirty talk, spanking, light breath play, impregnation kink, degrading names, cum play, creampie

word count: 3.1k+

warnings ↠ possessive partner, rough sex, marking, degrading, dirty talk, overstimulation, oral, praise kink, body worship, bondage, heavy dom/sub themes, unprotected sex (don’t do that), alcohol use

member ↠ jeon jungkook

genre ↠ smut fluff if you squint (gambler! jk au)

word count ↠ 8.6k (one-shot)

summary ↠ celebrating your twenty-third birthday in las vegas sounded hectic enough, but the beauty of the city beckoned you to visit. but truly, the beauty of someone made you want to stay for just a little bit longer. 

a/n ↠ i love this sinful fic. the maknae line in this is just -a lot. i’m not even sorry but i’m a literal whore for all of them. also, my dumbass deleted the original post of this fic while cleaning my blog, so here it is again. i know y’all hate me. 

p/s ↠ airplane pt.2 is the reason this fic exists because jk the choreography killed me and they all looked so delicious, oh my god. this comeback is so slutty and i am living for it. my weak ass heart could not handle all that bangtan. i don’t think i ever will tbh.

chapters ↠ 01 | complete!

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Word count: 10K (approx)

Warnings: Smut.  Smutty smut smut.  Unsafe handling of weapons.  Dirty talk.  Unprotected sex.  Bondage.  Rough sex.  Multiple orgasms.  Oral sex (male receiving).

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.  

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (oc: female)

genre: smut, humour, baby boy!jungkook, cafe!au

rating: 18+

warnings: Exhibitionism, noona kink, dirty talk, public sex, graphic smut, mentions of breathplay, unprotected sex, jungkook is a baby through and through 

word count: 12.1K

summary;

⎯⎯  you try not to fall for an insistent college kid with sweater paws.

— a/n ➙ this fic is not condoning abusive relationships in any way, especially any kind that involves stalking. if you are triggered by anything that has to do with stalkers/being stalked, please steer clear of this fic!

— genre ➙ stalker!au + smut + angst — words ➙ 11k — member ➙ jeon jungkook

everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

↳ 01 | 02

— ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ ➙ obsessive and toxic behavior, violence. the smut is consensual however if the overall idea/theme unsettles or triggers you in any way, perhaps this is not for you. creampie, rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, dirty talk, light humiliation, dom!jungkook.

Class was uneventful, as it always was. You had scribbled down notes and tried to pay attention, but you really couldn’t focus on anything with the little amount of sleep that you had gotten the night before. Your second class was just as tiring as the first and you were relieved when it ended. You shoved your laptop into your backpack and pulled your phone out to text Hoseok while you walked out through the doorway.

[you 11:57am] — you out of class?

You grunted as you collided with something firm and your phone almost slipped out of your hand. You heard a thud and looked down to see a textbook lying by your feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly, bending down to grab the textbook and looking up to see the boy in front of you beginning to crouch as well. He had his hood pulled up over his dark hair, but you had to take a second to collect yourself when you saw how cute he was. The two of you maintained eye contact for a few more long seconds before you realized you were creepily staring at this guy, so you hurriedly grabbed the book and straightened up, as did he.

“It’s okay,” he responded quietly, sending you a small smile while he held his hand out for the book. You returned his smile and handed him the Psychology textbook.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.