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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Hoseok/ Jungkook

Rating: 18+

Warnings: threesome (m/m/f), cum play, dirty talk, oral (male), oral (female), voyeurism, spanking, some ass play… er, yeah

Word Count: 10,430

Summary: The dynamic: Hoseok; your friend and previous fuck buddy. Jungkook; Hoseok’s roommate and subject of your massive crush. The scene: determined not to drunk-gush about your crush any more (to his face), you decide to seclude yourself from all campus parties. Until, of course, Hoseok guilts you into a favor. Things spiral from there.

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You were talking about men. Again.

Not that you were actually, fully engaged or a real participant in the conversation but it was happening. Very loudly, in front of your salad and extremely hard to ignore when Joy insisted on speaking two decibels above a fucking Jurassic Park movie.

“Look, s-sssay what you want, some people enjoy getting dick on Friday nights but me and,” she hiccups and you roll your eyes at her, “… and… what’s his name again?”

“Eunwoo.” You remind dryly.

“Yes, me and Eunwoo are above that. We’ve reached a point in our relationship where we don’t need to have mindless sex all the time to valida—“

Taehyung seems to tune back into the conversation right then, sporting the same horrified look you were, “Not to be dramatic, but if that’s really the case your relationship is my worse nightmare realized.”

Joy rolls her eyes at that, “And you’re just the relationship connoisseur?”

“No but I am the sex connoisseur which means I know that Eunwoo is a seasonal fuck that you mistakenly decided to try and date and now that the holidays are over you’re stuck with each other and realize that when you’re not fucking you have absolutely nothing in common or to talk about.” He explains.

Joy pouts into her drink, “You could’ve at least pretended to believe me.”

Taehyung pats her head with a patronizing sigh, “Don’t worry. You’re still better than ____.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snap but Joy is perking up under the backhanded compliment. You scowl at her and Taehyung because they were ignoring you but also because they were always ganging up on you, the fact that you hadn’t seen them for the entire winter break didn’t change that fact apparently.

“Don’t worry about it, babe.” Taehyung brushes off, sending you a mega watt smile and you debate on beating the dog shifters face in for fun.

Loyal my butt, you think.

“Tell me.” You insist. Taehyung winces, and Joy finds a sudden fascination with her nails.

“It’s nothing bad…” He begins and you know in that second it’s entirely bad. You glare until he begins to elaborate, “It’s just. You’re totally in love with Jeon Jungkook and Joy while always in a dysfunctional relationship is somehow still a step up from you.“

“I am not in love with Jungkook.” You growl and Taehyung raises his hands in defense. “In fact I hate him.”

“On an instinctual level.“ Taehyung shrugs, “I think you say you hate him but it’s just your shifter talking.”

“Me and my shifter happen to agree on this one thing.” You say bitterly, choosing that moment to throw back a drink, “I would dislike Jeon Jungkook even if he wasn’t a lion and I wasn’t a hyena.”

Joy leans over to whisper (snort) in Taehyungs ear, sending you a pitying look, “I think this is about the whole pre school debacle. When he made fun of her lau—“

“This is not about that!” You hiss, slamming your glass on the table and making both of them jump.

The four of you—Jungkook included—had known each other since before you were old enough to speak, which was if you were being honest the last time you had any real peace and quiet in your life.

Shifter pre schools were just like human schools, you had collective feeding times, finger painting, nap times, snack time (usually separated by classes of predator and prey shifters to avoid conflict) and … bullies. Bullies like Jeon Jungkook who was hell bent on on ruining your life from birth apparently. In his defense, he was only relying on instinct and younger shifters generally had a harder time of ignoring the discomfort of being around predators. And to add insult to injury, lion shifters generally didn’t have to deal with that discomfort ….because they weren’t prey to many.

Save for hyenas. On occasion.

And while you had gotten use to the hair raising, heart accelerating discomfort, had been taught by your parents to pointedly ignore the itch to either run away or lash out at other shifters, Jeon Jungkook apparently hadn’t. And so you spent a majority of your younger years with your hackles raised, the burning itch at the back of your neck distracting while Jungkook stood as close to you as possible to assert his dominance. It was hard not to waver under his scent under regular circumstances, even if he was young, he was still incredibly threatening in every possible aspect. Plus he was friends with the older, scarier cub from his pride. You still shudder at the thought of Min Yoongi.

You, on the other hand were as docile as they came for a hyena pup. Your mother while she loved you to the moon and back was slightly overbearing and not fond of your skittish behavior. Jeon Jungkook had only amplified that lovely trait by making everything into a competition. If you got the fifty pack of crayons he got the hundred pack with the sharpener in the back, if you made the varsity track team as a freshman, he made captain, if you were salutatorian your senior year, Jeon Jungkook was Valedictorian.

And to add salt to the wound he never even tried while you had to pore over readings for three days straight or spend extra hours at the gym, Jungkook was just naturally good at everything. Never mind the fact that lion shifters had to sleep goddamn twenty hours a day, and he was a lazy fuck, everything he did was so effortless.

“You know I don’t get it. He was a dick to you in pre k through elementary school, I’ll give you that, but he mellowed out a lot over the years. In fact, you’re the hostile one now.” Joy notes, ignoring the way your eyes narrow, “Don’t you think it’s immature to hold on to a childhood grudge?”

“It’s called bitter not immature.” You explain and when Taehyung opens his mouth to argue you point a finger in his face, “Did you know Jeon Jungkook made me wet my pants every Tuesday before art class? My favorite class! My mom sent me to school with a spare change of clothes until the fifth grade, Taehyung. Fifth. Grade. Everyone used to call me pee Bucket.”

“I know. I came up with it.” Taehyung snorts with a pleased expression. You glare at him and he sits up in his seat, “But you’re not pee Bucket anymore. Unless you are, which is totally fine because adult bed wetting is a common problem—but anyway! Off topic! Why does it matter?”

“Because,” You grumble immaturely, “it just does. Jeon Jungkook is a douchebag who I shouldn’t have to see more than I do. The guys never awake before one o’clock and yet I still manage to run in to him all the time.”

Joy sighs, “Have you ever considered that maybe he wants to run into you and that’s why you always run into him?”

“God. No. Unless he’s still harboring a hard on for scaring the shit out of me which I wouldn’t put past him but—“

“Maybe he likes you, you know kind of how you like him but won’t admit to it or approach him.” Taehyung points out before thinking better of it, “or well he does approach you, you always run in the opposite direction like a goddamn prey shifter. But the point is, there’s lots of sexual tension.”

“It’s not sexual tension, it’s just regular tension. He makes me uncomfortable.”

➾ catharsis (noun): the purification or purgation of strong/ repressed emotions that results in renewal and restoration 

➾ summary: where do you draw the line between fantasy and reality? Yoongi knows he has a kink that isn’t socially acceptable as kinks go. he’s already had several failed relationships in the past tucked under his belt as a result, so when you offer him a chance to live out his fantasy in a guiltless, no strings attached kinda way, what could go wrong?

➾ 14k

➾ warnings: impregnation kink, cumplay, nipple play, ball play, daddy kink, cock worship

➾ a/n: here it is!!!!!! a lot of you have been waiting for this, so i hope it lives up to your expectations 🙃 that being said, this is probably one of the filthiest things i’ve ever written… so enjoy, and happy valentines day ❤️

word count: 4k genre: smut (duh) a/n: i’m trying to turn a hobby into a job. don’t know how to do that, but i will try because this is something i love doing. here’s the link to my coffee thingy. thank you for supporting me and you’re in no way obliged to do anything, thank you for being here :)

Title: baby boy

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Status: Complete

Part I: 

You enter the café, the bottom of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden flooring, as you spot him in a booth near the back. It’s quite late at night, and the weather only seems to be getting worse. Deep down, you know you should have just ignored his text and gone to sleep. First, because you have work in the morning. Second, because  you’re no longer an intern at BigHit and you therefore have no reason to be in the same vicinity as Jeon Jungkook. But you never were good at turning him away.

Not then and certainly not now.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Sub Jungkook smut

Warnings: Guided masturbation, Noona kink

Word Count: 1035

Hello all! This little devil started with me sending this concept to my friend, and she pestered the shit out of my until I agreed to post it. A bit of editing later and here we are. Thank you to @jeonjagiya for always inspiring me to be a better writer and also for giving me some advice on this particular drabble. :’)

“Slower, Jungkookie.”

You lived for those moments. Moments when you told him exactly what to do and how to touch himself. When his veiny hand tightly gripped at his aching cock and his head was thrown back to expose his glistening neck. The sight of his half lidded eyes as you commanded this grown man’s every move made heat swirl in your belly.

The guys would be home soon, and you both knew that. But there was an exhilarating thrill in him sitting with his sweats around his ankles twenty feet from the front door. They could walk in at any moment. You knew Jungkook liked a thrill.

His lower lip released from between his teeth and faded from colorless back to swollen red. A grunt caught in his throat. Eager hips chased his fist as he forced himself to stroke at half-time, “Yes, Noona.”

You watched him hungrily as his pink fingers tugged at his slick-covered dick. It was unclear if the rosy tinge to his cheeks came from embarrassment or overwhelming arousal, but it was mouthwatering nonetheless. Your teasing fingertips ghosted across his chest. The neediest, most unabashed moan slipped between his lips when you tugged on his pebbled nipple.

He clenched his jaw, “N-need it faster, Noona. I–I need to cum–”

Smirking lips trailed along his jugular. You planted an open mouthed kiss against his fluttering pulse, “You’ll cum when Noona tells you to. Be good for me and be patient.”

He whined, long and broken. All he wanted was his sweet release. You’d been at this for nearly forty minutes. He’d been good. He’d followed your every word. His cock was weeping incessantly and sending shining, silvery rivulets of precum cascading down his length.

Your eyes flashed at the sight of him writhing and furrowing his brows, “Faster.”

“F-fast?” He panted through gritted teeth. “I can go fast?”

You kissed him on the cheek, “Yes, baby. Go fast. But you better not cum until Noona allows you.”

Before the words even came out of your mouth, Jungkook’s hand was a blur. His toned chest rose and fell in heady pants. Wet squelches echoed through the living room with every pass of his fist over his cock. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen—it made the Statue of David seem like a measly boulder.

Jungkook could feel heat building at the base of his spine, white hot and creeping forward until it nearly consumed him entirely. He was pretty sure a weak burst of precum spat from his slit at the urgent need to climax, but his eyes were screwed tightly shut, so he couldn’t be sure.

Noona said wait. Noona wanted him to wait. He had to be good. He had to obey. The hazy, floating feeling of subspace made him desperate to please you.

He let out a panicked cry at the intensity of the pressure in his abdomen. He was so fucking close. The only thing keeping him from tipping over the edge was the sheer grace of God.

“Noona! I’m—‘M gonna c-cUM!”

You pet his sweaty hair, “Almost there, baby boy. Almost there. A little bit longer. Just for Noona.”

Determination masked his flushed and contorted face as he fought the urge to let go.

You realized he couldn’t hear the sheer volume of his broken moans, and that fact made you want him in every sense of the word. You wanted to taste him. To feel him deep inside you. But having him was for another day. Today, he was under your control. You had to be stern. He needed it.

Harsh fingers yanked his head further back by the roots of his hair. You clenched at the wet rattle in his chest as he realized it was harder to catch his breath with his head tilted at that angle. Your teeth grazed the shell of his ear, “Cum for me, Jungkook. Cum for Noona.”

Nothing compared to his body’s immediate response. His back arched, ass completely raised off the couch. Every muscle in his body visibly jumped and rolled as his cock twitched. You could actually see the way his balls tensed and pulsed as he shot thick, white ropes of cum across his taut stomach and chest.

When he was spent, he lay slumped against the back of the couch. Beads of sweat dribbled down the sides of his face and neck.

A warm smile spread across your face at the sight of his thighs trembling. You leaned over to kiss his temple and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “You did so well, Jungkookie. That’s my good boy, you made me so proud.”

He smiled weakly and leaned into your touch.

You lightly scratched at his scalp, “I’m going to clean you up, okay?”

He nodded, breathing beginning to slow.

You glanced up at him as you sat on the floor between his legs to wipe at the drying cum on the trunk of his body. He watched you with tired eyes, lips slightly parted and pink-tinged cheeks fading slowly. You turned your head to kiss the inside of his knee before helping him pull his sweats back up his thighs.

“Missed a spot,” he clumsily reached for the tissue and wiped away a smear of his seed that made it up to his pec. He chuckled, “Guess it was good that I took my shirt off.”

“It’s always good when you take your shirt off,” you held out your hand to take the soiled tissue and walked into the kitchen to toss it. You grabbed him a bottle of water.

When you came back into the living room, he was sprawled out across the sofa. You handed him the water, which he accepted with noodle-arms and shaky fingers, and laid down beside him. He was warm and sticky and smelled like he just worked out for two hours.

You patted your chest, “C’mere. Cuddle me.”

Jungkook chugged the water and did as he was told, movements slow and lethargic. He laid his head on your chest, curling deeper into you as you began playing with his hair.  

pairing: kim namjoon | reader genre: graduate school au / fluff, smut warnings: sub!namjoon, begging, a cock ring, and light bondage.  word count: 7,180 description: in which a night of grading papers about robots becomes a night where you get your payback against rival grad student, kim namjoon.   author’s note: this is a very, very, very late christmas gift to @jungnoir but better late than never amirite? anyway, enjoy this piece! also, this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written so… just let me live…. rip.

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For many graduate-level students, there is only one day that truly means the world to them. It’s a day where they’ll be chosen to either teach a classroom or assist said person. In your university, pairs are created for these courses. Many of which are targeted toward impressionable first years but anyone’s welcome to partake in the experimental class. The department of any major -in this case, Philosophy- hears back on your progress at the end of the term, then from there even biggers decisions are made. The research component of any subject is easy, but being able to convey it to a large crowd is what the department heads look for. In all essence, it will make or break you as an aspiring teacher.

Your anticipation only proliferates as the red marks shrink the previous days to the forthcoming circle for the upcoming Winter quarter. And today is finally that day.

With a buzzing all-time high, you find yourself among the select eight in your graduate program. Many of whom are just as excited as you are, even Namjoon but you opt to ignore the silver-haired man just to keep your own buzz going. With some luck you won’t have to deal with him anymore. Hell, maybe you’ll even have Hani as a partner. Or Minhyuk.

Soon enough, Professor Lim enters, and everyone immediately sits straight and leans forward.

The salt and pepper-haired man laughs, “It’s good to see everyone looking so alive today.” Meeting each and every one of your wide eyes as he takes a seat at the head of the crudely formed circle of chairs by Namjoon, he asks, “Is everyone ready to hear the pairs for this year’s Introductory Philosophy class?”

There are nods and murmurs in response. Of course, they’re ready. They’ve been preparing for this since the start of the program.

His eyes twinkle beneath the mediocre fluorescent lighting before he gives a nod, “Alright, well, let’s get down to it then, yeah?” He receives a chorus of affirmations, earning another hearty laugh of his, “The following pairs shall be Namjoon and Y/N…” But the moment he says yours and Namjoon’s name, you can’t seem to register anything else.

Fuck… Out of everyone in the room, it had to be him.

An exploration into what an actual sexual relationship with one of the members might look like.

Warning: Jimin smut

Word Count: 10,419

Jimin’s breath fans across your face with soft puffs, making you instantly jerk away with a slight shudder. But that only makes his hot breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck instead as he digs his teeth into his plush bottom lip to keep from moaning.

You stare down at the ground, careful not to make eye contact, as you systematically edge him closer and closer to his orgasm. Throughout the months, you’ve learned Jimin’s likes and dislikes, and know the exact way to stroke him to get him off in the least amount of time. Jimin prefers long, hard strokes at first, but short, quick ones at the head of his cock as he nears his orgasm… Which is when his thighs begin to tremble and his breathing grows haggard. Like clockwork, you automatically reach for tissues to lay across his lap when he finally displays those symptoms.

Within the next minute or two, he is going to cum. And then you’ll clean up and be allowed to leave… to hide in the bathroom and pretend like none of this has affected you. You close your eyes tightly and allow yourself a deep inhale. Just one more minute of ignoring his soft groans and the aching heat between your legs, and you’ll be free…

You can’t remember how this first started. One moment, you were just delivering his tailored slacks to his hotel room after a concert, and the next moment, he had his pants pushed to mid-thigh with your hand wrapped tightly around his erection. It had somehow become a common theme afterwards. Every time Jimin had a problem, he’d call you over, and you’d take care of it for him, no questions asked. There was no need for discussion or to even think about it. He had a need, and as a staff member employed in his company, you were just a solution. It was as easy as that.

…except there was one small problem. And that was that you were almost certain that Jimin was catching feelings. And you couldn’t imagine anything more dangerous and terrifying.