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summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings grinding, 2 seconds of sub kook, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla but [ passionate ], unprotected sex, dirty talk tags use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc wc 10.2k !! wow!!

will I ever write a serious jk fic? NO. this entire thing was based off this pic of jungkook which i’ve said before that i would print out in sepia filter and crumple and stuff in a drawer n then tell my kids 35 years from now was a long lost lover i met on a cruise to the bahamas and never saw again ty to mia more @daechwlta​ for being there during my brief crisis over this fic 🥺

summary: But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings: slight feelings of insecurity, smut; fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, handjobs, unprotected, riding, slight praise kink misc: if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read wc: 6.3k

[ this is a sequel to netflix & chill !! ]

started off silly then I was like 😳what if we sprinkled in a dilemma™️😳 anyway here’s the kook i imagined for this fic <3

Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook does in fact have his own paid subscription to Netflix. He doesn’t ride on his family account anymore, nor does he swindle his friends into sharing their passwords ‘just once.’ Just like everything else about his mature persona, Jungkook is adamant on paying those ten and something dollars for the streaming platform.

However, his fall into capitalism doesn’t end there.

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn’t gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin x dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst // smut !!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.1K

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight dry humping, nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, jimin lowkey gets emotional, mirror sex, ball play, brief handjob, masturbation, cum shot, slight voyeurism if you squint, exhibitionism, fingering?? yeah i don’t remember, but probably.

⤑ chapter song: code blue // the dream

⤑ A/N: this is out much later than i had wanted :( // but this was fun to write like a lot of my written parts for this fic. i think im juss in love with these two, bc. i hope you guys really like it! don’t forget to let me know what you think x

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

{friends to lovers!au, college!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, angst, we’ve got it all folks word count: 22k warnings: slightly underage alcohol consumption, mention of words that could be spoken on an crime documentary series but nothing graphic, ravioli-stealing, idiots to lovers, as per usual a/n: finally! here is the long awaited jungkook fic that i have literally been slaving over since the beginning of january. was this fic supposed to be 10k? yes. did i somehow end up writing 22k anyway? of course! in any case, please enjoy my absolute baby who i love and cherish!

check out the post-script drabble here!

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | taehyung x reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11.3k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | college au. roommate au. fluff. smut.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 |  explicit language and sexual content. unprotected sex (pls use condoms), oral sex (f receiving), light choking, mild dirty talk, some hair pulling, spanking, taehyung’s magnum badonk.

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Taehyung had always been the common thread in the capsule of your memories, your best friend until the very end. But the thoughts had always lingered; could the two of you ever be more than this?

↣ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This was a request and if you’d like to see your own come to life, please shoot me an ask, here. They’re always welcome and greatly appreciated! :)

You’re painfully aware of Irene’s gawking, uncomfortable stare as Taehyung nonchalantly plants his plump lips against your temple. If it wasn’t eight in the morning, you might have even protested, but the warmth of Taehyung’s arms around your body has you in a lull, a sort of zombified state of mind. He tucks a stray piece of your loose bun behind your ear, taking you into his fullest capabilities as he pulls you in again. You can almost trace the very prominent vein that runs along his full right arm. You wonder how you’ve not noticed he’s been working out lately. The sun barely peeks through the drawn curtains leaving the living room space warm, in a shade of amber that turns his brown locks, gold. It doesn’t help move you away from that early morning haze, your thoughts almost abandoning the very prominent acknowledgement of Irene’s appalled presence. If Taehyung notices your classmate merely inches away with her mouth hanging open and arms crossed, he doesn’t say anything about it. He simply retracts from your hug, your arms automatically wrapping around yourself in hopes of preserving any shred of loss from his warmth. Your head follows Taehyung as he stops towards the kitchen counter to pick up the bagged lunch you’ve prepared for him, and you can’t help stifle a laugh when you catch Irene doing the same. Even though classes for him start much later in the day, his leaving this early is a fairly common occurrence for the young photographer; he had always seemed to have found something new to gaze at in his viewfinder with morning hikes. As he pivots towards the door, the chiselled expanse that is Taehyung’s right shoulder unintentionally brushes against the pointed corner of Irene’s baby blue blazer and the scoff she lets out signals that she is more than vexed. He places his hand on the doorknob before turning around, his gaze settling on the far distance between the door to you.

WHEN NO ONE’S WATCHING | (m.)

→ pairing: namjoon x reader (f) → genre: fluff, smut, oneshot → word count: 3.7k+ → warnings: pwp, exhibitionism, public sex, handjob, oral (m.), deepthroating, a little bit of sub namjoon but not much, light dirty talk, cum swallowing

You knew he was clumsy, hell, everyone that knows Namjoon is well aware of how cloddish he is. You, however, did not think it could get worse than a sprained wrist or a broken finger. Spoiler alert- it can.

Summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 8,240

A/N: I’ve been in such a writing slump the last few months I’m so sorry lol. I feel bad bc I rarely put out fics nowadays, but after starting this over a week ago I finally managed to get it done!! I wanted to write a fic with Jin because I haven’t written one staring him in like…a year.

Anyway!! I hope you all enjoy!

You’ve known for a while that your literature professor is…gifted. It’s not entirely rare, but it’s not common either. Over time humans have developed special traits. Only 1 in 100 people are born with some type of unique ability, and thus far not many have attempted to use their ability for evil, so the “gifted” individuals blend in with the rest normally. In fact, most gifted individuals tend to keep their abilities to themselves, wanting to fit in, scared of being ostracized. Of course, this trend doesn’t apply to everyone–and certainly not your literature professor, Kim Seokjin.

A 4.8 rating online, he’s known for interesting lectures and his daring good looks. He’s new to the university, but despite only being here 2 years he’s got over 30 positive reviews. So, you sign up for his class. You never care about how attractive your professors are–you’re here to learn, and that’s that. At least…that’s what you tell yourself until you see Kim Seokjin on the first day of class.

He’s young–baffling young compared to the middle age professors you always seem to have. His shoulders are broad–his black dress shirt stretched perfectly across his chest, the top button struggling to hang on. A pair of round rim glasses rest on his nose, slipping farther down when he smiles, and his plush pink lips are enviable.

The lecture hall hushes as he sets his bag down at the desk near the projector. As he bends down to retrieve his materials his dark brown hair dangles into his eyes, and he cutely huffs it out of the way.

Your heart palpitates, and you lean sideways in your seat, peeking around the head of the girl in front of you. With the new angle, you catch an eyeful of your professor’s ass, hugged by his dark slacks.

Fuck…you swallow. He really is attractive. Too attractive.

This is dangerous. In fact, it’s more dangerous than you know.

Kim Seokjin coughs, turning to address the class, and any chatter that had started immediately dies. He smiles again.

“Hello all. I’m Professor Kim Seokjin, and I’ll be teaching this class for the next 4 months. I’m sure we’ll all get along just fine. However…I suppose I should address the elephant in the room before we get into the core syllabus material.”

You frown. What elephant in the room…?

Seokjin sighs. “Yes, I’m a mind reader.”

Oh. Your eyes go wide, cheeks flushing as you recall the unadulterated thirsting you’d done just a minute before. Fuck.

“No, I’m not reading your minds right now. I only read minds when I choose to, and trust me—” he smiles wider, eyes creasing pleasantly, but you can sense that this smile holds some sort of…threat.

“—if I choose to read your mind, you shouldn’t feel honored. It means that I’ve caught you slacking off in my class. Daydreaming, napping, texting–I’m not scared to let your peers know what you’ve got on your mind.”

His head tilts to the side, a quiet laugh slipping past his lips, and a few of the people around you visibly pale. You, yourself, find a lump caught in your throat, anxiety rising to the surface. At 21 years of age you know damn well that you have a terrible habit of daydreaming during lectures.

“Please keep that in mind as this class progresses, alright? I don’t intend this to be a threat, but more as a gentle motivator for you to pay attention in my class. I like to think my lectures are interesting, and you’re paying all this money for a degree, aren’t you?”

A wave of quiet laughter sweeps across the room, the mood lightening, and Seokjin nods, pleased.

He starts up the sizable screen at the head of the room, pulls up the syllabus, and begins reviewing it with you all.

You follow along dutifully, sneaking prolonged glances at his handsome face and keep his warning tucked away at the back of your mind.

Pay attention–you have to.

A month in, you realize doing such a thing is easier said than done. And the other students must feel the same.

Despite your professor calling out someone in nearly every one of his classes, you find your concentration slipping.

In the fourth class, he calls out the girl in the corner, swiping through her Instagram feed beneath her table, thinking that he won’t notice she’s looking at her lap and not at the PowerPoint on screen. He tells the whole class how she’s thinking about her date with a frat boy on Sunday–about how she’s debating what to wear–and informs her that if she’s so concerned about her outfit, she should just skip his class and stay home to figure it out.

Two classes later, he calls out a guy in the back row who hasn’t looked up from his laptop the entire class, internet shopping for a new pair of kicks. Expensive ones. And tells him that if he knows he can’t afford them, maybe he’d be better off paying attention in a class he’s paying for, so he can earn a higher salary in the future.

Each time Kim Seokjin calls out a student, you find yourself both terrified and amazed. If that happens to you, you’re not sure what you’ll do–drop out of school maybe, but…at the same time you get a strange thrill from watching him use his ability. His eyes flash, emotions washing across his face as the thoughts of his target flood into his mind. You can see when he does it, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, his lips pressing together. The emotions that show on his face vary on his level of annoyance, and his surprise towards what his target is thinking. And it’s…somewhat mesmerizing.

You can’t help yourself from thinking about him. Whenever you walk into his class and see him standing at the front of the room, as kind and as handsome as ever, your mind wanders. At first you wonder if he’s married, or at least is dating someone. He’s only 25, barely older than any of you, and, hell, probably younger than some, but with a face like that it’d be impossible for him not to be seeing someone, right?

Like this, your daydreaming about Kim Seokjin starts out innocent enough. You wonder about his past, and his hobbies. What was he like in college? Was he top of his class? Did he get the girls?

Luckily, you’re pretty self-aware, and manage to pull out of your daydreaming when you begin to fall too far from reality. When you daydream, your professor’s voice simply becoming background noise, your hand moves on autopilot. If it weren’t for your ability to multitask in class–brought on by over 10 years of schooling–you’re sure you would’ve been caught by now. After all, since the first day you’ve always been right in his line of sight–middle section, second row, seat on the far left. You’re not directly in front of him, the lecture podium a good 20 feet over, but you’re not protected by rows of other students either.

You’re vulnerable, yet proficient at faking your attention.

At least…until the second month.

At the start of the second month of Kim Seokjin’s class, you step into the lecture hall in a…mood.

You’re not quite sure how you feel…a little giddy, a little tired, and a little…needy.

It’s been a while.

Sliding into your seat, you pull out your notebook and pencil, mind already wandering and thighs already rubbing together.

You imagine a pair hands on you–slipping under your shirt, tugging off your bra. You imagine palms cupping your breasts possessively, soft lips enclosing around your nipple. And when your professor walks into the room, on time as always, you see his handsome face and stunning body and you imagine that the person who’s making you bend and moan in your fantasy is…him.

Kim Seokjin, your 25 year old literature professor, who reads minds.

On this day, you forget about that last part.

Seokjin starts his lecture, but you don’t hear a single word he says. You watch him as he moves around, noting the way his shirt hugs his form—tight around his chest but loose at the bottom. When he poses a hand on his waist, you note how thin he is despite his broad shoulders, and you imagine sitting on his lap, popping open the buttons on his shirt one by one, until it’s sliding off his shoulders. You fantasize about running your hands down his smooth chest, leaving light nail marks in your wake.

You assume he’d shiver, head lolling back, throat bobbing as you sneak your hand beneath the waistband of his slacks, palming at his thick erection. You’d keep him wanting more, teasing his cock through the thin fabric, testing how far you can push him before he snaps. And when he does, you bet he’d turn the tables, pining you down and teasing you right back.

You’re not sure what kinks he has, but you can picture him being light bondage, denial, overstim, spanking…

“Hey,” someone whispers, and there’s a tap on your thigh. Blinking, you look to the male sitting next to you, and his face looks a little scared. He angles his head to the side, and you look past him, color blooming on you face and chest as you notice that Kim Seokjin, the man you’d just been fantasizing about, is staring right at you.

Your jaw goes slack, heart jolting against your ribs as embarrassment and horror floods into you.

You can tell by the shocked look on his face and redness of his ears that…he’d just read your mind. While you’d been thinking about…him and…kinks…and…

Oh my god.

The class is deathly silent now, looking to your professor expectantly. It’s clear to everyone that he’s read your mind—he only pauses this long in his lecturing when he’s preparing to call someone out. However…after a few seconds, Seokjin coughs, and retreats to his desk.

“Please pay attention to the lecture.”

You nod your head—baffled, relieved, and unimaginably embarrassed—and then look down at your blank notes. A murmur passes through the lecture hall, and you can only guess that your classmates are now wondering what the hell you’d been thinking in order for your professor to have refrained from outing you.

Clearly this a first.

You’re the first person he’s left speechless…because you’d been fantasizing about having sex with your professor.

Keeping your head down, you find yourself unable to look up the remainder of class. And when the hour is over, students shuffling out of the lecture hall, you quickly shove your notes into your bag and make for the door. However, when you stand—daring to look up for the first time in 40 minutes—you find Kim Seokjin standing right before you, 2 rows down. His eyes meet yours, and you freeze, worry and embarrassment inhibiting your movements.

“I…,” is all you manage to say, cheeks heating up, before your lips press shut. Seokjin narrows his eyes at you, curious, and when he breaks eye contact, his gaze methodically raking down your body, heat pulses in your gut. His actions, and the reaction that had occurred because of them, makes you both terrified and excited at the same time.

Yet, right now, persisting embarrassment wins over, and after meeting his stare one last time, you turn and hurry out room.

You’re pretty sure you’ll never be able to attend his class again.

⇻ pairing: taehyung x reader ⇻ genre: smut, non!idol au, stoner!Taehyung ⇻ est. word count: 7.6k ⇻ some warnings: big dick!Tae, first time together, oral sex (f & m, giving and receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dick too big issues, an unhealthy amount of dirty talk, extremely smug!Taehyung, choking, overstimulation, tiniest bit of angst, Taehyung thinks you’re cheating on someone, vague drugs description, usage of weed, vague mention of threesomes ⇻ synopsis: taehyung’s crush has grown exponentially ever since he met you and when the opportunity finally arises for something, anything to happen, he takes it without any second thoughts, his mind clouded with need; oh, if only yoongi had stayed at the party longer. ⇻ a/n: Welcome to Kiss land, we have officially begun! it’s finally here!! i hope you guys like it! 

The music was booming in your ears, making your steps unsure as you rushed up the stairs, giggling wildly as Taehyung’s hands kept gripping at your body, pulling you close when you tried to pull him up to your apartment. He chuckled once you finally reached the door and handed him the bottle of whiskey so you could focus on unlocking it, but he didn’t make things any easier, pushing you against the door, the warmth and closeness of his distracting in all the right ways. 

“Patience, Tae, we should at least get inside, hm?” you fiddled with the lock to the door for a minute longer while his hands started roaming whatever skin he could reach, pulling at your shirt, dipping his fingers into the hem of your pants, pulling you close and angling your head so that he could kiss you, despite your protests and desperate attempts to just open the door to your apartment. 

A whine left your lips when he pulled you away from the door and turned you around, smashing his lips against yours, gripping the hand that had the bundle of keys in it while simultaneously taking your breath away. He pulled away with a smile and grinned widely at your annoyed face before he simply chose one key from the bundle, pushed it into the lock and opened the door, making you lose balance and stumble inside. 

He released a deep chuckle and set the bottle down on the coffee table before dropping on the couch, legs spread apart, looking positively inviting. You hesitated in the middle of the room for a moment, thinking over what was going to happen in very short minutes, feeling your limbs run cold with anxiousness and anticipation, as well as getting extremely hot and bothered just watching Taehyung sprawled against your couch, running a hand through his already messy mint green hair, his silky shirt unbuttoned halfway. He licked his lips and locked eyes with you, raising his eyebrows as he spoke: “Are you gonna stand there and watch, or join me over here?” you felt your cheeks heat up at the question, suddenly feeling intimidated by the gorgeous man before you. 

You made up your resolve to finally do something, but before that decided to make a detour for the window and open it wide so you could at least feel like you could breathe and hopefully calm down your nerves. 

Hooking up with Taehyung seemed like a good idea when he started showing interest at the party you had just left, but now that you were face to face, you were suddenly extremely wary and rooted into place because this was the Kim Taehyung and it was very rare that someone so out of your league would show interest. Yet here he was, patting his thigh with one hand, inviting you closer, while reaching for his pocket with the other. He pulled something out that immediately relaxed your senses just at the sight and he chuckled at that.

“You’re gonna have to come over here and sit down if you want us to share it, baby." 

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: established relationship au, unplanned pregnancy au || smut, fluff

word count: 9.6k

summary: Yoongi hated kids. How were you supposed to tell him that you were pregnant?

warnings: unexpected pregnancy, reader spends a good chunk of this SUPER anxious, yoongi says some pretty harsh things about kids and is then forced to eat his words, the most minor of angst but lots of disgusting fluff to make up for it, mentions of a blowjob in a mcdonald’s parking lot, daddy kink, impreg kink, unprotected sex (because why bother at this point), dirty talk, creampie, cum play, yoongi and reader are so unromantic that it’s actually romantic (if that’s a thing)

notes: It’s finally here! Thank you everyone for being so patient. Hopefully it’s worth the wait. While this is a one-shot, don’t worry. We’ll be checking in on our Little Monsters family from time to time, so keep an eye out for when those periodically drop.

You took a deep, albeit shaky, breath for courage and looked deep into the pair of warm brown eyes that were staring at you curiously. 

“Yoongi, I have something to tell you. It’s big,” you started and he quietly blinked, waiting for you to continue. When you remained silent, he tilted his head to the side and the familiar gesture had you smiling softly in spite of the circumstances. “I’m pregnant.”

More silence. You could feel your pulse racing.

“I know this is a surprise. Believe me, I know,” you nervously laughed. “But, we can do this. We have each other and I love you so much. This is just…our next big step together.”

You gave him a determined nod, starting to feel encouraged by your own words. But when you continued to receive a blank stare, you let out a loud groan and dropped your head to the back of the couch. 

“Holly, I don’t think I can do this.”