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BORN SINNER
— MASTERLIST
SUMMARY Jungkook loves his Lord like no other. But lately, he’s begun to love the feeling of your hand down his pants, too.
WARNINGS corruption kink, virgin koo, Catholic guilt (!!!), religious themes, smut smut smut, negative/insecure feelings towards oneself
RATING m (18+)
STATUS ongoing
PRELUDE — oct 3 2020
PART ONE — oct 16 2020
PART TWO — nov 8 2020
PART THREE — feb 11 2021
Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.
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→ jeon jungkook x (f) reader
→ So Jungkook, who is still a virgin, decides to take on the heroic role of relieving you of your virgin title with a resolute nod. WARNING eventual smut, everyone is a virgin, mentions of a hand job, OTHER childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, volleyball player jk, jk has a crush he is avoiding <3 GENRE eventual smut, light light angst RATING m WC 1.2k
NOTES I’ve had this vision since like last year. n then i vocalized it a few weeks ago n then again yesterday n that was apparently enough for me to write it down <3 lemme know what u think
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Maybe in another life - Masterlist
synopsis: A trip to Seoul ends up transporting you 300 years in the past. How will you survive the Palace life that you surprisingly end up in? Or will the King kill you?
pairing: king!jungkook x timetraveler!reader
type: historical au, royal au
genre: fluff, smut, hella lot of angst
updates: every monday and friday, starting on the 26th of February
words: 28.6k
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PS. This is me trying to make up for not posting Christmas Jungkook 😅
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Episode 1 - Happy birthday to you
Episode 2 - Joseon doesn’t treat you nice so far
Episode 3 - Painting in 1600
Episode 4 - Back at it again
Episode 5 - A night with the King
Episode 6 -“I’m from the future"
Episode 7 - Under the same Moon
Episode 8 - Scared
Episode 9 - Little Prince
Episode 10 - Lose
Episode 11 - Head held high
Episode 12 - Home…?
Epilogue
Let Me Hold Them
↬ pairing: Namjoon x F. Reader x Jungkook
↬ genre: idol!au, bf!au, smut [18+]
↬ summary: Jungkook is interested in seeing your nudes.
↬ wc: 9.4k
↬ warnings: cursing, sexting, nudes, unprotected sex, noona kink, babyboy!jungkook, open relationship (cuckold?), m. masturbation, phone sex, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, Jungkook crushing on Namjoon, dirty talk, nipple play, cum eating/swallowing, creampie, threesome, mxm cuddling/kissing
↬ date: April 23, 2019
A heavy sigh left your lips as you scrolled through your nudes on your camera roll. You had so many and you didn’t want to delete them; you looked good, damn good! However, your phone’s memory was quickly depleting and although it hurt your heart to delete them, you couldn’t think of an alternative.
You rolled over on your bed so that you were laying on your stomach instead of your back; you tap your phone getting out of your camera roll to message your boyfriend at work. You knew you wouldn’t get a quick response if he was busy, but at least he may be able to offer a solution whenever he responded.
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don’t want your sympathy;
➳ pairing: boyfriend!namjoon x reader x virgin!jeongguk
➳ genre: smut, fluff, pwp (ok, I admit, there’s some necessary background story), angst, established relationship
➳ wc: 9.5k
➳ synopsis: jeongguk is like an annoying, little brother to you, but nevertheless, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for your sweet, innocent best friend. so what are you supposed to do when he wants to watch your boyfriend fuck you senseless? say no?
➳ warnings: explicit language, pining, alcohol consumption, a gross amount of pda, voyeurism, praise kink, mutual masturbation, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetration, posessive sex, dom namjoon, choking, spanking, cream pie, cuckolding, oral (f receiving), cum eating.
➳ a/n: this is a shoutout to everyone who watched me spiral into a namjoon bias wrecking fiasco. you can now witness me go feral, but keeping it soft :-) <3 also… i went from an est. 6k to 9.5k. obviously I don’t know how to shut up.
“Oh my god, just SIT ON IT. RIDE IT, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, DON’T STOP!”
Ugh. You would think that your best friend is getting laid right about now given his lewd and unfiltered obscenities, but knowing Jeongguk as well as you do, you know that it’s the furthest thing from the truth.
In fact, you would probably be ecstatic and over the moon at the prospect of Jeongguk having a one night stand despite it being 3 in the goddamn morning. That boy hasn’t had his dick wet in forever, aka… ever. And it probably isn’t going to happen for a long while if he keeps up with his antics at this rate.
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— CAUGHT IN A WEB (m.) art by: gukptune’s pyjamas
Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: spider-kook, spider-man!jungkook, marvel!au, fluff, smut Warnings: explicit language, mild depictions of violence, crime, flirting, insinuated sex, touchy touchy, making out, etc. more smut in later parts!
— Summary: New York’s resident web-slinger finds himself wrapped in his own webs by the hands of a cunning black cat.
Words: 5.8k Note: Thank you to my loveliest beta for this series! @nomimits7
Neon lights, brick walls and shit stinking sewers. He sat atop a vacant roof looking over the streets of Chinatown. No one seemed to sleep around here, not even the sewer rats. The spandex dawned superhero munched on his fresh hot pizza, taking a break from his usual scouting.
The brown eyed man nearly chokes on his pepperoni slice seeing a shady man trailing a young woman into an alley. Typical mobbing, but it could lead to something worse.
Pulling down his web patterned mask, cover his chin, he tosses the now empty pizza box down the street. Shooting it with his web, directing the box right into a trash bin.
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Jungkook Fantasy Au Fic Rec
Oneshots
I Will Not Lose! : Fluff, magic au, wc: 6.2k
Worshipers of the Sea: sea god!jungkook x pirate/mermaid!reader, wc: 16.3k
Ember Burning(M): dragon rider!jungkook x dragon/shapeshifter!reader, smut, wc: 36k
Paralian: pirate!jungkook x mermaid!reader, royalty au, wc: 41.7k
Midas: enemies to lovers, ceo!jungkook, wc: 32k
Forelsket: Harry Potter au, wc: 2.5k
Do You Want Me (Dead)?: Fluff, enemies to lovers, Ravenclaw!jungkook x Slytherin!reader, wc: 11k
Ego(M): Harry Potter au, smut
Black Magic: human!jungkook x witch!reader, magic university au, wc: 8.2k
Knot Today(M): werewolf au, alpha!jungkook x omega!reader, smut, wc: 5.8k
Demigod!au: son of Zeus!jungkook x daughter of hades!reader
Beauty and the Beast(M): fairytale au, smut, wc: 11.6k
Young Alpha(M): werewolf!jungkook x reader, soulmates au, friends to lovers, smut, wc: 11.1k
Fire and Ice: fire tamer!jungkook x ice whisperer!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, wc: 6.9k
Rigor Mortis(M): police officer!jungkook x reader, zombie apocalypse, smut, angst, horror, fluff, wc: 28.5k
The Alchemy of Amor: jungkook x alchemist!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, wc: 15.5k
Aureate: hogwarts au, ravenclaw!jungkook x slytherin!reader, fluff, wc: 3.6k
Graceful Gods(M): eros!jungkook, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, wc: 26k
Series
Asterismos: enemies to lovers
Wanted(M): space au, sci-fi, alien!jungkook
Periapt(M): demon!jungkook, exorcist au
Blight: dragon/shapeshifter au, magic au
Eros(M): Greek mythology au, god!jungkook
Quarter Quell(M): hunger games au, yandere!jungkook
To Tame a God(M): werewolf! jungkook x goddess!reader
Flesh and Blood(M): zombie!jungkook, post-apocalyptic au, fluff, angst, eventual smut
Ready Player 01 | JJK x Reader | 🔞❤️☁️
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: dystopia!AU, former Game developer!Jk, former pro gamer!JK, former IT specialist!Reader, former programmer!Reader, romance, Smut, slight cyberpunk elements
Warnings/tags: injustice, forcefully controlled public, violence (police/government officials against citizens), unfair powerplay, interrogation, tech talk, Jungkook be antisocial as FUCK but so is the reader lmao wbk, fear of physical contact (Haphephobia), past trauma and mentions of a bad childhood, insomnia, crime, smut because yes it’s me hello my content isn’t kiddy-proof in the first place what yall want from me I’m not sure, but that’s waaY at the end ya know, friends to lovers, a slightly sassy AI but we love her, reader struggles with emotions, I mean same tbh, they’re both so sweet tho I cant, not proofread because let me live
Summary: there’s a war going on; silent, but it’s there. Media has been strictly become controlled and regulated- to the point of making it illegal to own a TV or phone with internet access without a valid license. But there’s always some people that will try to break free from the controlling force.
“-a new age. This is a new year. And remember; we’re doing this for the greater good. Until tomorrow.” The news reporter stops talking after she somberly looks somewhere behind the camera that is pointed at her.
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most undesirable || (M)
Spring has sprung and engagement is on the forefront of all of Regency London's young ladies' minds. All except for yours, of course– the Queen's niece who a certain notorious author has named the Ton's most undesirable.
pairing: lord!jungkook x lady!reader
word count: 5k
genre: BRIDGERTON AU, regency era, angst, eventual smut
warnings: cocaine usage (not oc or jk), oc has dead parents
A/N: this fic was commissioned by the lovely Baby. As per her request, it features me and our beloved izzy! please do let me know if you would like a part two, i have big plans for whats to come next ;)
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PART ONE **UNEDITED**
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A word of profanity left your painted lips as the outsoles of your lace-up boots danced across the limestone floor of the palace, making haste but not in a manner that was unbecoming, your head held high despite your mood running low.
You reached the door of Her Majesty's room with purpose, hands fiddling with the satin of your dress to make sure it covered your shoes. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate the influx of garments your dear aunt had gifted you upon your arrival. Still, the heels Her Majesty had deemed in style this season were particularly uncomfortable. She would no doubt grow sour to see you parading in countryside shoes in her home.
"Your highness." One of the oldest guards snickered, his eyes flicking towards you knowingly as he and another guard moved to open the grand doors to their Queen's private quarters.
You crunched your nose, "Shh."
Of course, the guards had already read the paper… Rotten gossips.
Willing a smile onto your face, you were let into the room. Your aunt sat at her sofa, the furniture floral in design, its fabric dyed a luxurious red. Between her hands were the source of your dismay, the newest Lady Whistledown papers fresh off the press.
You hadn't had the pleasure of reading this week's issue personally, but word traveled outrageously fast in the palace; both maids and guards suckers for a good scandal. You knew quite intimately the matter of its content as you were the matter of its content.
"Ah. Niece. There you are.” The Queen called you over, setting the paper down beside her unceremoniously.
You walked closer stiffly, "Aunt Charlotte, you wished to speak to me?"
"You know I adore you, don't you? You're like a breath of fresh air in this miserably dull palace."
Your once tense shoulders relaxed instantly, taking comfort in knowing she hadn't called you in for a scolding.
"It is you that lights up every room you enter, your Majesty." You bowed your head slightly, knowing well that flattery was your best line of defense should the tides change against you.
"I do, don't I?" She agreed with a grin, before it fell off her face suddenly. "Sorry– whatever were we talking about?"
"Um–"
"Ah, yes! Well, there's no point mincing words. I'm sure you've seen it by now. I mean, can you believe it? That sorrowful sow Whistledown attempting to soil the reputation of my bloodline with such a frivolous title as… as…" She snapped her fingers, forgetting the word she was looking for.
The sound echoed throughout her enormous chambers, currently barren as your aunt was in the process of renovating.
"Ice Princess." You reminded her quietly. She tutted her tongue in recognition.
"How tactless, how tasteless! It is me who sets reputations. Not her. No, no, this simply won't do."
You watched in silence as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Remind me, darling. Why weren't you at the Danbury Ball?"
You shifted, thinking back on the excuse you had given her, "I was… ill."
It was a lie, of course. You had been feeling quite well actually when notice of the ball came 'round. But could anyone fault you? Ballrooms and gowns weren't exactly your area of expertise.
Growing up, your mother and your aunt couldn't be more different; you often heard stories of the two sisters butting heads from your grandfather. One sister went on to marry the king of England, the other a humble traveling merchant. One stood throne in England; the other lived simply in France's countryside. Despite their differences, it was no secret that your aunt loved her older sister dearly, writing to her often in hopes of convincing her to come move to England. When she learned that your mother was with child, she even went as far as to purchase land for her sister and soon to be niece.
But your mother was every bit as stubborn as she was kind. She loved her husband and the life she had built with him, staying by his side until she passed last year. Your poor father was grief-stricken; by eight months, the stress on his heart had become too much, dying nearly a year after your mother.
It was your aunt who had reached out first, offering her deepest condolences and, far more noticeably, all the money you could ever need and your very own suite in the palace.
You weren't exactly sure why you had agreed to such a lucrative proposal. You, much like your mother, adored the countryside and the small town you grew up in. And perhaps that was why you agreed, not to move in, but instead to visit. She was family, after all, something you didn't have very much of left, though you have since come to know of a cousin Friedrich, recently married to an Edwina Sharma that your aunt raved on and on about.
In the week you had been here, you had come to know far more about British aristocracy than you ever wished to know, entirely out of your element amidst the corsets and personal maids. Only recently had you managed to lower your number of attending maids to two, a far cry from the original seven you were greeted with.
You did your best to fit in, but you were no fool. You knew nothing of soireés– or how to dance for that matter, so the moment your aunt spoke of a ball, you knew you had to conjure up some excuse as to why you woefully must decline.
"Exactly! For heaven's sake, you were ill. How dare Whistledown suggest otherwise." She gestured at the staff in the room as though they were her audience.
The sound of the Queen's chamber doors being thrown stole the attention of everyone in the room. Unsurprising to you, two young maids barreling in, tripping on each other.
"S-Sorry, Your Majesty!" The blonde stuttered out.
The brunette nodded in agreement, "Our apologies, Your Majesty. We didn't know where her highness had gone–"
"–We came running as soon as we realized she had snuck off."
Isabella and Roselia. Of course. Your two personal maids. You had only just managed to shake them from your trail when you heard the news that the Queen had sent for you. You should have figured they'd inevitably catch up with you.
They were pleasant enough company, the duo were quite funny, actually, but the constant shadowing was something you learned you rather detested. You understood they were under strict orders by the Queen to ensure your every need was attended to but still… surely even nobility understood the concept of wanting to have a moment alone?
"Oh— Are we interrupting something?" Roselia's cheeks went pink, eyes running over the room as she took note of the Queen's pursed mouth. "We'll just… we can wait outside actually."
"Outside, right! We'll be just outside." Isabella chimed in, heading bowing as the brunette maid yanked her back and out of the room.
"Sorry for the intrusion!"
You stifled a snicker, watching as the young maids slipped back out of the Queen's chambers, shutting the grand doors as they went. Your aunt merely rolled her eyes at the bumbling maids.
Suddenly, her Majesty sniffed, and it was as if a switch had been flipped. All her maids ran towards her, offering handkerchiefs as if their life depended on it. You nearly laughed at such a ridiculous display of servitude, but seeing as you had spent well over a week in the palace, you had become accustomed to such theatrics.
"Whistledown is right about one thing, you know." Queen Charlotte said as her nose was blotted at. "Everyone needs to meet you. And meet you they shall."
In surprise, you pulled your eyes from the doting maids, "They shall?"
"Certainly. We shall have a ball. Here in the palace, of course."
You felt your stomach plummet into your leather-bound boots, your aunt's words echoing.
"All of London's marriage-minded ladies and lords are to be invited. We'll show Whistledown just how splendid you are. Oh! How glorious if you were to find a suitor! That certainly would put to rest that frozen title once and for all."
Just faintly, you could make out the sound of white noise buzzing, mixing with the words the Queen spoke. Anxiety flooded you, deafening your brain's attempts to self-soothe and rationalize that this wasn't the catastrophe you felt it was.
"Aunt Charlotte," you tried to swallow, but your mouth felt stripped of all moisture, "I… I'm not sure if that is wise–"
But it was as if she hadn't heard you, rambling on as if you hadn't objected, "I'll be arranging for etiquette and dance lessons since my beloved sister undoubtedly failed to do the same for you. Are you free this afternoon, darling?"
You stood for a moment, no doubt looking foolish as you struggled to get your words out, "I… I suppose I am…"
"Dear, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Are you feeling well?" The Queen cocked her head at you, eyes sizing you up with concern.
"I… I am not feeling my best." You admitted.
"That's the second time now. Growing up in the countryside— all that sun and dirt— it's made you weak of constitution. Hm. Very well. We'll wait until you're feeling better. In the meantime, I will begin planning!"
You averted your eyes politely as she bent over suddenly, inhaling a white powder off her tea tray through a nostril. She sat up with an exhale, eyes fluttering open with a smile.
"Oh, how I love having you come to stay in the palace for a change. I'm terribly bored these days, you know." She sighed. "Did you care to assist me with planning?"
Despite how you felt seconds from unearthing your already digested lunch, you managed an apologetic smile, "I'm not sure I'd be of much help. I'm afraid I've never hosted a party before."
"Yes, my dearly departed sister never cared much for such things, did she? Such a shame she raised you out of the aristocracy." She said.
A furrow found your brow.
"You're wrong, you know." You disagreed before you could think to hold your tongue. And just like that you had become a magnet, all eyes in the room snapping towards your frame.
"Oh? About?" The Queen offered you a pointed look.
"About the way I was raised. I wouldn't change a thing about it. My mother didn't fail me… she loved me. I had a mother and father who loved me. That was worth more to me than any new dress could ever." You said, gesturing to the gifted garment you adorned today, with perhaps a touch more spite than you should've.
Of two things those in the palace knew to be true. One— Her Majesty was not wrong. Ever. Her opinion was the first to seek and the only to matter. Anyone was someone because she said so, whether explicitly or subtly.
And two— her love for her niece ran deeper than even she anticipated, as watching you stand before her defiantly didn't fill her with rage as the staff in the room assumed, but rather with melancholy.
You looked like your mother just then. It seemed you reminded her of her sister more and more as the days rolled by.
"Your mother would be pleased to hear that." She merely replied, wondering if her sister might be looking down on you both at this moment. At her words, your entire demeanor softened.
"Very well. Off you go." Your Queen sniffed, a handkerchief at her nose within seconds.
Bowing, you moved to exit the room.
"And niece," she called one last time, causing you to turn around, "must you wear such unsightly footwear under your dress?"
You felt your face grow hot, muttering a quiet apology before exiting the room altogether.
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"Chin up, darling." Your aunt reminded you.
You followed her instructions coolly, hoping you didn't look nearly as nervous as you felt.
It was undoubtedly a soirée for the books; every square inch of the ballroom was gilded in gold, the chandeliers' gleam diffusing luxuriously as it bounced around the room.
Eligible men and women of all shapes and sizes had come from far and wide, donned in their absolute best; every possible hue of pink, blue and purple on display for Her Majesty. The ballroom looked akin to the royal grounds, you thought; the cool-toned dresses reminding you of upside-down bellflowers, floating across the marble floor in a synchronized dance.
Flocks of the most noticeable families and town figures had swarmed their way to the royal estate, drowning themselves in champagne as corseted woman fluttered their eyes at the Ton's lords.
But despite their poised smiles, neither woman nor man spared you more than a cautious glance and courteous bow. As the hours ticked by, you couldn't help but feel increasingly uneasy. Was it fear of Her Majesty sitting beside you that kept them away from you? Or was it the less than auspicious picture a certain faceless author had painted for them about you?
"It's rather hot in here, wouldn't you say?" The Queen spoke to you suddenly, looking larger than life from her magnificent throne.
"I suppose." You agreed absentmindedly, far too occupied with how a group of ladies' eyes flickered your way.
She continued, "Perhaps some champagne will cool you down. Why don't you fetch yourself a glass, dear?"
The meaning behind her words was clear. Go. Socialize.
"A splendid idea." You concurred.
Granting yourself one final shaky breath, you straightened up, walking towards the table where drinks were being freshly poured.
"What shall it be, my lady?" A servant greeted you politely as you reached it.
"A glass of champagne, please." You smiled, grateful for a friendly face, perhaps the first of the night.
The servant nodded, moving to open a new bottle.
"She doesn't even hold a title, you know. That Ice Princess."
You blinked, growing still as your ears caught wind of a conversation between party goers not far from you.
"But she's the Queen's niece?"
A sinking feeling washed over you, the kind that made all the other noise in the room disappear. You flirted briefly with abandoning your spot in the room altogether, but the bubbling pour of golden liquid into a glass kept you still. You thanked the servant with a halfhearted smile.
Bringing the glass to your mouth, you turned an ear to the three gossiping ladies, careful to avoid their gaze.
"Word has it her mother married out of the aristocracy." One of them babbled, pulling noises of disbelief from the others.
"Pity. Though, I suppose that explains the appalling way she walks in heels. You'd think she grew hooves from all that time she spent in the countryside." Another prattled. Stifled giggles rang around the group like they were all in some sort of secret, one that wasn't theirs to know. "Can you believe she thinks herself better than us?"
"One more glass, if you please." You asked the same servant, quickly making your way back to the Queen, now with a glass in either hand.
You approached her wordlessly, merely offering her a glass.
"Ah." She accepted the drink eagerly, and for a moment, there was silence, the two family members enjoying the cool velvety acidity of what was no doubt costly champagne.
"It appears the Ton thinks poorly of me." You blurted out.
You felt rather foolish telling this to your aunt. It wasn't as if you really cared what three cankerous aristocrats thought of you. But who else were you to tell? You knew no one.
Your Aunt Charlotte furrowed her delicately painted brow, "Darling, it'll do you well to realize that this Ton doesn't think. They merely reiterate what they've been told. They don't know you. Never mind what they think they know."
But her words went in one ear and out the other, merely background noise to the way you suddenly felt all eyes on you.
And suddenly, your dress was too tight, the ballroom too small. You felt your breath grow shallow, a sure sign of panic. How may others deemed you the subject of gossip tonight? What else were they saying about you?
"I think I should step out for a moment." You muttered.
"Take your maids with you!"
You were halfway across the room before you could even think to register your aunt's reply. Blinking away your tears, you pushed yourself through the crowd, muttering absentminded apologies as partygoers scoffed in protest.
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How small you felt sitting alone in the palace's rose gardens. You wept on a stone bench, wishing ever so badly that your mother was here, looking back with sorrow at how she used to pull you into her lap whenever you were upset. How she used to wrap her arms around you, and everything seemed better, if even for a moment.
How you missed her. How you missed your father. How you missed your life away from this shining, hollow palace.
But they were gone, and the simple life that awaited you back home was gone. Aunt Charlotte was all the family you had left. Without your parents, your home was gone.
"Oh! My lady… forgive me!"
A soft voice caused you to gasp, turning to face the man that had walked in on your self wallowing.
You were up on your feet in seconds, wiping away at your face.
"No… no, it is I who should apologize! I'm sorry you had to see me like that." Your cheeks burned.
"See you like what?" The mysterious raven-haired stranger pressed, a note of cheekiness to his tone. "Human? Heaven forbid."
You laughed gently, sniffling away your shame. You knew at once he was no threat to you.
The young lord wasn't exactly sure what had led him to the palace gardens; most of the event seemed to be taking place indoors as the night nipped and chilled unforgivingly. Still, a few stray bodies mingled underneath the string of lights that the palace servants had strung up. He had briefly greeted them, passing through the clouds of cigar smoke and small talk before bounding down limestone stairs.
He had tucked his hands into his pants pockets, sighing as the night's festivities grew quieter the further he slipped away, the crunch of wet grass kissing the underneath of his dress shoes. His mind was heavy with thoughts, hardly noticing where his legs had taken him.
It was the sound of your cries that pulled him from his thoughts and jerked him back to his senses.
He was in the Queen's rose garden; he immediately recognized the vibrant flowers and tall bushes. What he failed to recognize, however, was the weeping girl sitting on a stone bench, a look of embarrassment written plainly on her pretty face as she realized she was not alone.
He was quite handsome, you noticed despite your humiliation. He was younger than most of the lords inside, his face still featuring a certain softness despite his sharp features. His gaze was inherently kind, his warm brown eyes all but beckoning you to lower your guards.
"Lord Jeon.” He introduced himself with a bow, eyes never leaving yours. "Forgive me if I frightened you, my lady. I shall return at once and grant you your privacy."
You sank back down onto the bench, pulling the shawl wrapped around your shoulders closer. Your dress was beautiful— you were beautiful… puffy eyes, smeared makeup and all. He couldn't imagine why a lady like yourself would be weeping in the rose gardens unattended.
"It's alright. I supposed I'm not the only introvert at this party tonight. The garden is big enough for the two of us."
Lord Jeon shrugged, "A bit of fresh air is good for the soul."
You watched cautiously as he walked closer, sitting beside you on the opposite side of the bench.
"You know… I've been told I'm a decent listener." He said suddenly, brown eyes admiring the roses surrounding you.
You blinked, "Is that so?"
"Well… not explicitly. But I've got two ears, so I'd say I do alright." He teased.
You smiled softly, contemplating how much to reveal to this stranger.
"It's… I suppose I'm just a bit out of my element here."
"You?" He seemed surprised, a slight chuckle of disbelief accompanying his question.
"You laughed." You raised a brow.
He bit down on his lower lip as if contemplating his following words.
"Well, it's just… I can't imagine someone like you having trouble at these events." He confessed.
For a moment, you wondered what he could mean. Looking down at your lap, you realized he must be referring to your extraordinarily fanciful garments.
"Ah. These clothes were a gift, and this hair— well, none of this is me. Not really. Truly, I don't know why I came." You sighed.
He nodded, "Beginning to feel that way myself, actually. Most lose interest when they hear my name. I'm a bit of a nobody, it seems."
"Funny. It would appear you and I have the opposite problem." You nearly laughed.
"Uptown girl, are you?"
"I'm afraid I've got a bit of a reputation. And no one cares to know whether it's true or not." You said.
He let out a sigh.
"Terrible soirée full of terrible people. I can't say that doesn't happen here often."
You let his words hang in the night's cold air, your fingers intertwining themselves across your lap.
"Is that all?"
Your head turned to face him, growing warm to find him already looking at you.
"Forgive me, it's just," he continued, "your sadness… it feels heavier than you're letting on."
He watched as your body language changed, suddenly tense as if you had built your walls back up.
He was back up on his feet within seconds, his shoes coming into view by the bottom of your dress as he stood in front of you.
Swallowing down a sob, you allowed yourself to look up at him.
"May I?" He asked, extending a hand out as if wanting yours.
Hesitantly, you gave it to him, assuming you would be ushered back onto your feet. To your surprise, however, he merely flipped your hand over, your palm now facing the night sky.
Your eyes widened as he took a finger and traced a line onto your palm.
No. Not A line. A letter.
L-O-V-E-R-?
He wrote into your palm. You stared at your hand, skin still buzzing faintly from where his finger had run across.
His mother used to do such a thing when he was younger and much angrier, often struggling to say the words when something troubled him. He only hoped it would work for you the way he had for him.
Frowning, you shook your head. He wrote once again.
F-A-M-I-L-Y-?
A tear fell from you as if instinctively. You nodded your head, confirming his suspicions. Spurred on by his touch, you moved to grab his hand, flipping it upside down as he had done to yours.
L-O-N-E-L-Y you wrote.
"… I just wish I had a little bit longer with them." You found yourself saying once you had finished.
"No time is enough when it comes to the people you love." He spoke with heart as if referring to his own personal melancholy.
Another tear fell from your eyes as his thumb ran over your palm, not to spell anything but to offer his condolences.
"No. I suppose not." You sniffed, a shiver running over you as a crisp breeze passed the two of you.
He wrote into your palm again.
C-O-L-D-?
You let out a laugh, shrugging dismissively.
"Here." Lord Jeon suddenly peeled his suit jacket off his shoulders. You froze, stunned silent as he gently draped it over your shoulders, a gentle smile on his face.
Your chest tightened, moved by the gesture of kindness. But before you could think to thank him, his warm fingers were at your palm once more.
F-R-I-E-N-D-?
His smile tugged at your heartstrings. You wondered how anyone inside could possibly look down on him. You didn't need to know his name to see that he was kind, a worthy suitor for any marriage-minded aristocrat.
F-R-I-E-N-D. You wrote back.
Happy was the girl who sat on the cement bench of the palace's rose garden, wrapped up warm under the jacket of the first person to show you genuine, unconditional kindness since arriving weeks ago.
The two strangers sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the quiet of company. Neither of you knew the other, but there was comfort in the silhouettes of the adjacent shadows at your feet, knowing that neither had ill intent towards the other.
"Do you ever wonder what it might be like to live in a palace?"
You fell stiff, mute as you turned towards him, watching how he looked over at the illuminated estate.
"Lonely."
"You think?" He pondered.
"I'm not fond of big empty rooms. They tend to make me feel small." You explained quietly.
"Well, should I ever have a palace, there would be no empty rooms. Every room with music and the sound of children's laughter. I would decree it so."
"Children? And where do you figure you might obtain those?" You chuckled.
"Well, they'd be mine, of course." He grinned lopsidedly.
You grinned back at him. "Then the happiest of children they would be."
You suppose the young lord reminded you somewhat of a child. He was a man by every definition of the word, standing tall and proud, but there was something about the way his large eyes took in the palace that was decidedly childlike. Eyes wide and glimmering with awe.
You watched contently as he suddenly noticed the silver plated container that sat by the leg of the bench; an unopened bottle of champagne sat neatly in a bed of ice, several glasses along side it.
Your dear aunt thought of everything when it came to party planning, you were coming to find out.
"Shall we?" He smirked suggestively.
"I don't see why not." You laughed.
The two of you giggled as he attempted to open the bottle, champagne spilling everywhere. He tried to pour you a glass neatly, but your new friend had no future in bartending, champagne spilling over the glass' edge and onto your fingers.
Sticky but smiling, you brought your glass up, mirroring him.
"A toast." He decided, his own glass now only half full from his carelessness.
"To?" You questioned.
He contemplated for a moment, meeting your inquisitive eyes innocently. A boyish smile broke out across his face.
"To us, of course. Tonight's most undesirables." He declared, making you chuckle.
But before you could touch glasses…
"Your highness!"
Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropping as a certain blond maid came scrambling into the garden.
"Isabella! Please! Just 'my lady' will do." Heat rocketed up your neck, ears no doubt hot to the touch.
Her hands fell to her knees, clearly out of breath from running around the palace grounds, undoubtedly in search of you.
"My lady, I should advise you to return to the party. Her Majesty the Queen has someone she wants you to meet." She cautioned.
You cursed internally.
"Of course, she does. Give me just a moment then. I'll be over shortly."
The young maid's eyes flickered over to Lord Jeon, cheeks rosy.
"But your highness—"
"Thank you, Isabella." You cut her off curtly.
The young maid gave you two one more final look over before nodded, pardoning herself with a curtesy.
Hesitantly, you turned back towards Lord Jeon, unsure what to make of the look of disbelief clearly written across his face.
Awkwardly, you brought your glass to your mouth, taking a cautious sip.
"Your highness? You're a princess?" He gawked, eyes still wide.
"No!" You quipped. "Not… technically?"
The young lord merely blinked at you, his doe eyes telling you everything his mouth wasn't.
You were rambling before you could help yourself.
"M-My mother is the Queen's sister. Technically speaking, she held the title of 'Princess.' Though, I suppose if my mother were born a man then, yes, that would make me a princess— titles are patriarchal in nature, it's all… very complicated, really…"
You felt like you couldn't take in a deep enough breath, the chilly air now burning your lungs.
"So… not a princess. Just… daughter of a princess." He reiterated, clearly stunned.
You felt a frown form on your face, all your etiquette instructor's reminders of poise and manners slipping from your mind.
"I am the Queen's niece. We shall leave it at that."
The handsome lord had the most fascinated look on his face, eyes locked on the way your jaw twitched, mouth shut rigidly to hold back the slew of word vomit you instinctively felt compelled to let out.
The way he held your eyes – the intensity behind his dark orbs – made you uneasy yet engrossed you all the same.
You bit down on the side of your cheek, "Are you upset that I didn't tell you?"
He shook his head suddenly as if trying to shake off his shock.
"No. I'm not."
"Are you… disappointed?" You grimaced.
You hadn't the faintest clue as to what was running around in his handsome head.
"Disappointed?" He cocked his head.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what the hell you're thinking right now, and it's frankly unnerving." You frowned.
The raven-haired man let out a noise that toed the line between amusement and disbelief.
"I think you owe me a toast… your highness." He teased.
Rolling your eyes, you failed to fight back a smile, bringing your champagne glass up to meet his, his smirk assuring you that whoever your aunt wished you to meet could wait a moment or two.
bitchin’ || (M)
↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader
word count: 4.8k
genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l
warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao
A/N: Bitchin’ is a multichapter fic, surprise!! This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and helping me with Yara’s character overall.
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PART ONE
12:16 pm.
The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today’s lab was going to totally suck.
You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.
You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom’s blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock’s sound.
You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.
Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.
Wicked.
“Good afternoon, everyone.” Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. “I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn’t wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you’re particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel.”
A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.
“No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–”
The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone’s attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.
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♡ my favourite fics ♡
Hi everyone so I finally put together that list of all my favourite fics that I’ve read so far, there will be a few parts because there are so many I plan on making more specific lists in the future, it’s mainly just jungkook fics and a seokjin fic but I’m still exploring as I go and working on the other members lists. I would highly recommend you check these fics out they are really good I’m always going back to read them again because of how amazing they are and also check out the writers masterlists their other work is just as amazing, just so you know majority of them contain smut (18+ so no minors allowed please) and angst cause well I’m a sucker for angst ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics if you want they can be recommendations on individual members or ot7 fics I love finding new writers and fics ❥
a- angst s- smut f- fluff
series
Please love me by @ahundredtimesover f s a (arranged marriage au childhood friends)
blue dye by @mercurygguk f s (idol au established relationship au)
hair dye by @mercurygguk f s (idol au established relationship au)
the first year by @mercurygguk f s a (parents au established relationship au)
Orange Ginger Chai by @borathae f s (established relationship au) ft. Taehyung
The Wishlist by @jjkpls f s a (best friends to lovers au one sided love pinning au)
Bad influence: Collection by @noteguk s (bad boy jk good girl reader)
An ode to a broken heart by @smoochkooks s a (unrequited love au best friends au)
When you least expect it by @johobi f s a (slow burn au love triangle) ft. Taehyung
and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a (college au tsundere jk) ft. Taehyung
Confident by @h0neypjm f s a (college au fuckboy jk virgin reader)
yours: bands drabbles by @xpeachesncream f s a (idol jk stripper reader)
ego by @suga-kookiemonster s
Dystopia by @streetlight11 f a (divergent au)
play thing by @koocycle f s a (college au basketball player jk)
Only for you by @jikookiekosmos f s a (best friends to lovers au)
blue and grey by @onlyswan f s a
Dilfjk! by @yoon2k s (dilf jk marriage au)
Falling skies by @fortunexkookie f s a (friends to enemies to lovers au fuckboy jk bad boy jk nurse jk)
chasing pavements by @guklvr s a (dad jk married jk best friend reader unrequited feelings au)
(not) best friends 2 lovers by @hansolmates f s a (college au roommate au jock jk)
dexterity + stupidity by @hueseok f s (medical au workplace romance au noona reader)
blue spring by @adonis-koo f a (single dad jk daycare au)
Acquainted by @xpeachesncream f s a (grad school au engaged teacher jin) (seokjin fic ft. jungkook)
one-shot
Space by @jeonsweetheart f a (boyfriend jk)
Sweetener by @jeonsweetheart s (established relationship au)
Nasty by @jeonsweetheart s (established relationship au)
winter soldier by @mercurygguk f s a (avengers au)
yours, truly by @opaljm s a (arranged marriage au enemies to lovers au)
drivers license by @jtrbluv f a (boyfriend jk)
if not forever by @koocycle a (break up au)
Do not answer by @getitinbusan s a (ex boyfriend jk)
California by @getitinbusan s a (childhood friends to lovers au)
Love alive by @jamaisjoons f s a (post break up au exes to lovers au)
after I left you by @latetaektalk f a (exes au fake dating au)
love bug by @jungkxook f s a (spiderman au)
the kids aren’t alright by @sketchguk f s a (friends to lovers au friends with benefits au pastors kid reader)
year 22 by @guklvr f s a (childhood friends au pinning au slow burn)
Dynasty by @jimlingss f s a (historical au)
off-league by @hansolmates f s a (childhood friends to lovers au)
17 going on 27 by @hansolmates f a (13 going on 30 au high school au enemies to lovers au)
me time by @hansolmates f s a (virgin reader college au)
Busted in busan by @hansolmates f a (strangers to lovers au enemies to lovers au)
↬looking for other fics check out my library :)
Life Imitates Art
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst (?)// Sub(ish)!Jungkook/ Art Student!Jungkook
Warnings: graphic language/dirty talk, oral, cum play (if that’s what you’ll call it), masturbation, SLIGHT sub/dom dynamic
Word Count: 10.3K (bc I don’t know what pwp is)
Summary: A friendly favor for your crush develops into something truly sinful when you figure out his muse for his exhibition.
a/n: only lightly edited b/c it’s 1:30 AM HAHA….this wasn’t supposed to be sub!(ish)JK but idk it just worked; still feel like I’m struggling w/ writing steamy dialogue but oh well. Enjoy! More work to hopefully come, slowly but surely. Please send feedback it’d be greatly appreciated!!!
You grumbled all the way to the art gallery, adamant in your opposition to being dragged there by your roommate.
“Shut up, we’re already here. Are you going to brood the whole time?” Liz glared at you before pushing the glass doors open.
You’d pouted, clearly having lost the battle a long time ago. You settled on folding your arms defensively and letting out one last exasperated sigh. “Fine, but I still don’t know why you brought me here to begin with.”
Liz’s eyebrows shot up at the absurdity of the question, “You haven’t left the house for anything besides work and the occasional run. You’re starting to get boring, where’s fun Y/N?”
Her words only made you pout further because she was completely right-like most of the time despite your inability to admit it to her.
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cherry pickers | jjk sm au
banner by @dee-ehn
🖇 synopsis:
— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.
(or, you’re a video vixen with an assumed identity and jungkook manages to see past it.)
pairing: gamer(fuckboi)!jungkook x video vixen(virgin)!reader
fic type: social media au
side ships: sope (?)
genre: a gross amount of fluff :( smut!! // some angst mixed in ofc.
disclaimer: jungkook’s friends are real assholes nd some of the things they say are… ehhh :/ i’m sure the actual 97gc is nothing like this - this is strictly for story telling purposes!!
updates: everyday. (please don’t ask!!)
A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!
parts:
prologue
character profiles: 97 liners
character profiles: jungkook nd his hyungs
character profiles: yn nd crew
part one: open house
part two: basic geometry
part three: kinda cute
part four: status report
part five: bro code gods
part six: worthy opponent
part seven: birthday dinner
part eight: broke boi
part nine: moving funny
part ten: just hanging out
part eleven: formal setting
part twelve: romance factor
part thirteen: fourth wheel
part fourteen: pretty boy
part fifteen: bare minimum
part sixteen: kiss me
part seventeen: devoted hoes
mini time jump: always careful
bonus: ruined me
time jump: come over
part eighteen: balls deep
part nineteen: being gross
part twenty: food demon
part twenty-one: 190718 yn
part twenty-two: fucking yoongi
part twenty-three: keep going
part twenty-four: real different
part twenty-five: random fuck
part twenty-six: traumatically destructive
part twenty-seven: shit show
part twenty-eight: just perfect
part twenty-nine: we’ll survive
part thirty: fucking terrified
part thirty-one: break up
time jump: couple rescue
part thirty-two: only you
part thirty-three: take notes
epilogue(1)(2)
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In Motion | Index
↳ Character | Jeon Jungkook x reader (with POV switches)
↳ Genre | Smut, Mature scenes, Masturbation Club!au
↳ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside
➬ Chapters
➥ Session I ⇢ Chapter 01 | Session I; Act 1-3
➥ Session II ⇢ Chapter 02 | Session II; Act 1-5
➥ Session III ⇢ Chapter 03 | Session III; Act 1-3 ⇢ Chapter 04 | Session III; Act 4-6
➥ Session IV ⇢ Chapter 05 | Session IV; Act 1-2 ⇢ Chapter 06 | Session IV; Act 3-5 ⇢ Chapter 07 | Session IV; Act 6-8
➥ Session V ⇢ Chapter 08 | Session V; Act 1-3 ⇢ Chapter 09 | Session V; Act 4-7
➥ Session V ⇢ Chapter 10 | Session VI; Act 1-3 ⇢ Chapter 11 |
➬ Drabbles:
⇢ #1 When you give him a little show
➬ Side Stories
➥ Title | The Dark Room; In Motion - a side story
➥ Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. Indulge in your deepest and darkest desire with all the wonderful treats that we could offer.
➥ Pairings | Taehyung x reader - (feat. Guess who?) | note: with Taehyung’s POV
➥ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Smut
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Inkitt | AO3
Author’s Note: The titles given on each chapter are based on the chapter naming on its released Inkitt book
All Rights Reserved © 2016-2022 Yoonia
you had always been a part of the plastics and he was born on the wrong side of town. what happens when your worlds collide, and you realize that he is the only one in your life that’s not fake?
paring: jungkook x reader
genre: 90′s AU, high school AU (both are 18), fwb to lovers, smut, fluff, angst
rating: mature, 18+
warnings: explicit language, jungkook has an alcoholic abusive father, alcohol consumption, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, sub/dom themes, noona kink, protected sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral f receiving, face sitting, praise, blindfolding, dirty talk, manhandling, slight degradation, miscommunication that leads to lowkey unhealthy relationship
word count: 13k
note: first of all, I would like to thank @spicykoreantatertots for helping me with developing and editing this story. I can’t thank Hannah enough for all her help. secondly, I want to thank @joopiterjoon for always supporting me and helping me, especially with this fic. can’t wait to share the sequel once it’s done as well!
11 November 1991
Walking down the school’s hallway you sigh as you approach your group of friends. The four girls wave at you as you approach them. You smile quickly at them, thinking about the day you would have with them. Talk about boys. Complain about your parents. Discuss the latest fashion and of course, find some kind of way to bully you without it being too obvious. Ask where you found those shoes, if you had any cake for dinner last night and if you actually went through with the workout the five of you were supposed to do. Yep, just another day in your life. Wishing the week could swish by so you could have some alone time by the weekend.
Well, maybe not all alone you think as you see Jungkook leaning against his locker, talking with his two best friends Jimin and Taehyung. Jungkook is a piece of work but at least he is honest with you. All you were to him was a booty call at 1 AM and frankly, you would not have it any other way.
“Oh ‘____’, we were just discussing this week’s exercises. I expect this weekend went well for you since you never reached out to us?” Tiffany chippered and you smiled, you had to play your part.
“It was so much fun! Especially the crunches, they got easier every day!” You exclaim and your group of friends seem happy with your response. The bell rang, thankfully, and the five of you began walking to class. Oh, did you long for college, a way out of this hell hole of a town. Away from the plastic bitches that were supposed to be your friends. The only thing all of you had in common was being the daughters of wealthy families living in the same neighborhood. God, you wish you could just move away from them. Only ten months left and that would be your reality.
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The Rulebook (1) II jjk (m)
Pairing: Jungkook X oc (fem) – other members appear throughout
Rating: M
Word: ~8.4k
Genre: friends-to-lovers, college!au, softfuckboy!jk, fuckgirl!oc, fraternity!au, eventual smut
Summary: Despite being the notorious fuck girl on campus, you have morals and values that you stick to with a solid set of rules. One of your rules excludes Golden Boy, Jungkook, from ever getting a chance with you, much to both of your dismay. And he intends to change that, with one really irresistible bet.
Warnings: Language, college-age drinking, weed smoking, non descriptive depictions of sex, OC is a repressed idiot, Jungkook is out here really trying to keep his cool, some may think Jungkook is pushing boundaries but you’ll get it once you read (hopefully)
AN: I’ve been thinking about this one for a long time, so I’m a bit nervous about this fic. I personally love college!aus and am glad that I have finally written one. Please let me know what you think.
Prologue II One II Two II Three II Four II Five II Six II Seven
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The noises that come from the last studio on the right echo through the basement of the art building are hard not to recognize. There are clanging materials, banging, and loud human noises. The icing on the cake is that you walked into the building, and everyone knows that you have no business in the art building. You’d only come in for one thing, and one thing only.
And that thing today is Cha Eunwoo. The hearthrob of the art department has an angelic face, dreamy eyes, and a small sketchbook in his hand all the time. You share your sensory psychology elective with him, and since the start of the semester, it seems like he’s been bumping into you more. He shows up during your shifts at the library, and he even showed up to your family’s frat at the beginning of the semester, and maybe gave you a few compliments about how your drinking flush reminds him of the sunset. It’s corny but you’re not hard to please.
So when Eunwoo comes up to you after lecture last week, he lets you know that he needs a model for his sketch class. He compliments your jaw line and angles. You’re a simple girl, so you say yes in an exchange for coffee. You show up to his scheduled studio today, just thirty minutes ago, and you smile as he greets you. Once you settle in with a short tour of the studio that you’ve never stepped inside before, he instructs you to pick a position that you can stand for a long time. When you smile at him and remind him that you’re flexible, it’s all over from there.
Currently, he lets out hot pants against your neck. Your arms tremble from holding yourself up for so long. He came long and hard. You came, kind of? He looks at you like a man gazing upon Aphrodite. You look at him like a midnight snack — good but not necessary. It’s no offense to him, it’s just how you operate.
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bands | masterlist
SERIES RELEASE DATE: 2/20/21
summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.
pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk
genre: strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut
warnings: unprotected sex (protection is your friend!), oral sex, hickeys, dirty talk, teasing, making out, straddling, dry humping, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, big dick/size kink, cum eating, creampie, possessiveness, ass slapping, jealousy, insecurities, cussing/mature language, toxic relationships, alcohol consumption, drug use, verbal/physical abuse, club/bar scenes, unrequited love kind of stuffs, etc. (individual warnings for each chapter will be included)
author’s note: so, i originally wrote this on my wattpad account with steph curry as the main character a couple of years ago. i want to rewrite this and bring it back to life with jungkook as the main and make it a little more realistic, so stay tuned for this ride, ya’ll! *please, please, please know that this is purely fictional and was created out of imaginary ideas. this is not a real portrayal of any of the characters involved. this fic is a little heavy on the nightclub scene and may include some verbal/physical abuse and drug use, so if you are triggered, please do not continue on. i apologize in advance. i do not condone verbal/physical abuse in any way possible.
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twenty-one (final)
↳ yours. (collection of bands drabbles)
the art of seduction (pt. 1)
→scenario: left with a failing math grade and nowhere else to turn, you somehow find yourself stuck giving seduction lessons to the biggest nerd on campus, Jeon Jungkook.
→genre: college au, slow burn, nerd!jk x bully!reader
→word count: 6.5k
→warnings: bullying, threats, name calling, language
→a/n: special thanks to @introkookie who’s basically the co-writer at this point lol she helped develop, write and plan the plot!! also it was a spontaneous decision to post this so let me know what u guys think :)
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falling into you (pt. 1)
pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt. 7
→scenario: Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.
→genre: college au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd jk + bad girl oc (mature themes)
→word count: 11,249
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Delivery Boy Masterlist
Genre: Unplanned pregnancy, Food delivery boy Jk! Slow burn, Angst, fluff, smut
Pairing: Jungkook x f. Reader
Word Count: 31k so far
Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, The reader is a bit judgy at first, Jungkook drives a motorcycle
Summary: You’re a business woman who has everything figured out, so what happens when the guy you didn’t see coming makes a permanent stake in your life? Aka the one where you get knocked up by the delivery boy
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
part 8
part 9
part 10
part 11
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dilf jk: series masterlist
>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc
>>genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff
>>status: on going
** snacks are drabbles that can be read as stand alones. they are not relevant to the plot. they are not written chronologically, but i order them as such as i go **
most recent work will be labeled: !! NEW !!
you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you
❥⁞ part one: the art of wanting - 10.3k words, (m)
you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.
❥⁞ snack: the art of caring - 4.7k words, (m)
jk picks you up after a fight with your roommates… he and nari are better company anyway!!
❥⁞ snack: gardening/pool day drabble - 1.2k words, (pg)
nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet
❥⁞ part two: the art of playing - 6.3k words, (m)
costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for?
❥⁞ part three: the art of craving - 6.9k words, (m)
jk takes you to a bbq at his friend’s house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.
❥⁞ snack: the art of waiting - 3.9k words, (m)
jk comes back from his business trip and he’s wearing new pjs… you must get his face between your legs.
❥⁞ part four: the art of doubting - 17k words, (m)
seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart.
❥⁞ part five: the art of yearning: pt 1 - 15.7k words, (m) !! NEW !!
jungkook wants you as much as he misses you.
chasing butterflies | jjk
you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.
pairing | jeon jungkook x reader
genre/warnings | fluff, college au, coffee shop au, pining, somewhat idiots to lovers, jock!reader, nerd/weeb/otaku!kook, swimmer!kook, jock!jimin, kook smiles a lot, reader is a dumbass, jungkook is a dumbass, everyone’s a dumbass tbh, love confessions, profanity, like a lot of profanity, smut: oral (f receiving), face riding, grinding, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap ur willy before things get silly kids!), creampie, soft!kook except when horny, this is somewhat crack-y, there’s also a very fair amount of secondhand embarrassment in this just fair warning i cringed a lot while writing it
word count | 12.8k | cross posted to ao3
a/n | i busted literally all of this in one day because i couldn’t sleep and had the idea for a coffeeshop au with pining nerd/jock, but i didn’t want to do the trope of pining nerd and i also kept seeing @strawbxxymilk‘s tags saying she was going to fight jungkook, so you can partially blame her for his (love u reni xx) i’m honestly REALLY in love with this fic, it was so much fun to write and even edit, like i honestly have never been happier with how a fic turned out.
If asked, you don’t think you’d be able to point to one exact moment that led to this. You aren’t sure why anything about your college life has been the way it is. You went through almost all middle school and part of high school intending on coasting through under the radar. You didn’t have many friends and you didn’t mind that, citing quality over quantity, and you definitely expected that to continue into your extended school career.
Somehow, though, you ended up on the volleyball team - the captain had seen you playing in a gym class and recruited you. She was adamant that with practice and training, you’d be great, and also they needed at least one more person if they were going to have any chance at competing that year. So you agreed, started practicing, got good, and…kept doing it. You were a talented player, and you made several close friends through the game, ones that had lasted you until even now.
You only got better and better, too, earning you more than one offer from various universities. It was exciting when you finally chose one, and even more exciting that your friend group almost tripled overnight. University teams were large, you discovered, and while that meant more competition, it also meant more friends. More friends that had more connections to people on other teams, in other sports, who were also fun and extroverted and threw really good parties.
You like to think you’re still that little nobody from middle school. You enjoy your readings and your coursework, and a lot of nights you choose to stay behind in your shared apartment instead of going out. As much as you like to think that, though, you can’t help but face the truth every time you look in the mirror after practice or a game or a workout.
You’re a jock.
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witcher jungkook | one shot
NOTICE ! ! SEEKING A WITCHER to head off to the main sea in search of my daughter. heard there was a kraken and some nereids lurkin’ at sea that might have gotten a hold of her. please, help would be ‘ppreciated. you can find me near the inn outside of town, across st. gregory’s bridge - door has a half crescent etched near the door knob. reward in coins, lots of it.
summary: jungkook sets out to sea in search of you, a field medic, who possibly came into contact with deadly sea creatures on the way home from a job.
pairing: field medic!reader x witcher!jungkook
genre: witcher au, fantasy au | smut
words: 7.3k
warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, use of swords and guns, killing/murder, use of magic/mental attacks, somewhat graphic description of wounds (a huge gash and some smaller cuts, bruises), also somewhat graphic description of the fight scene (sword piercing through, slicing of the nereid’s neck artery, severing kraken’s tentacles), jungkook is a little cold and sassy but whats new with these witchers, he still gets pretty soft around oc though, unprotected sex, cowgirl/straddling, making out, dry humping, multiple orgasms, pulling out, cum eating, a dash of breast/nipple play, sprinkle of dirty talk, yes he has a big dick!!
permanent taglist: @jimidol, @miinoongi, @sunflwrxclouds, @thebeebi, @ggukkieland, @bluesharksandfish, @unicornbabylover, @preciouschimine, @codeinebelle, @shesoldbutcute, @jikookiekosmos, @awhnamjoon, @namjooningelsewhere, @bunnybearrj, @jj134340, @babycoffeefire, @bri-mal, @sintaethick, @taejkjoons, @love2luvya-blog, @pb-n-juju
note: hi! thank you for your patience with my witcher series, i know it’s been awhile since i last posted a one shot for this. i didn’t intend to work on this / finish this right away so the final chapter of cloud nine might be pushed back a bit until i can get back on track. ily, hope you enjoy 🥺
➺ TERMS
kraken - enormous sea creatures that can take entire boats, not just their occupants. it’s suggested that 'merpeople,’ such as nereids, control these beasts. they are quite universally feared by those who sail the seas.
nereids - nymphs of the sea that possess magical abilities; can easily counter offensive spells thrown at them and mental attacks.
quen sign -one of the 5 simple, magical signs witchers can use; when cast it forms a protective field around the casting witcher which protects him from sonic waves and similar attacks, but not from the physical blows.
yrden sign - one of the 5 simple, magical signs witchers can use; when inscribed on a solid surface, it blocks the monsters from getting closer, scaring them off. if a hostile being enters the area affected by yrden, it is visibly slowed down, and non-corporeal forces become corporeal.
igni sign - one of the 5 simple, magical signs witchers can use; causes a burst of fire that can repel and ignite opponents, as well as start fires.
Jungkook adjusts his hood, his eyes darting from left to right as the people around him stared him down while he walked through the streets of Oxenfurt. He rolls his eyes, adjusting the swords on his back before tucking his gun snuggly into its sling hung on his hip.
“The hell are you doing here, witcher?” Jungkook catches eye contact with a middle-aged man clad in a simple, stained shirt and brown pants. Shoes breaking at the toe cap, sole coming off with every step he takes. Jungkook pays no attention to him, continuing his journey to the woman who posted the notice regarding her daughter lost at sea. “I asked yew a question.” He spits again, hand against Jungkook’s back to grab at one of his swords. Jungkook being the witcher he is, swiftly turns and grabs him by the wrist, using excessive force as he twists it with minimum effort. The man yells in pain, begging for mercy, begging for him to stop.
“Ah, stop! Stop! Witcher! I beg, was just asking yew a question! Help!” He yells, everyone passing by either staring in fear or scurrying off.
“Asking a question doesn’t give you permission to touch me or my things.”
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groovy baby // jjk
summary - jeongguk powers, internatinal man of mystery, is here to save the day. but you sure as hell ain’t having it with him
pairing - jungkook x female!reader
genre - crack/humor, smut; austin powers au
word count - 7.9k
warnings - crack that is literally taken seriously, absolute insanity, some 1960s lingo, austin powers references, jungkook being a cheeky bastard, flirty jungkook, swedish made penis milker that definitely doesn’t belong to jungkook, yoongi has one eye, gambling, bald kim seokjin, there is a plot that ends with porn, dom/sub dymanics, margret thatcher mention, sub!jk, dom!reader, whiny jungkook, edging, hand job, unprotected sex
author’s note - happy birthday to my dearest friend @jeonstudios behold the thing you have been fearing waiting for since i proposed the idea. it took me a year to do it, but it’s finally here. you’re welcome. hope you enjoy (also this wont make a lick of sense, it’s pure crack, nothing else)
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me? You’re really going to wake him up?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing as you quickly followed behind the Director of International Intelligence. You were called to his office that morning to discuss a new assignment to you. Well, it’s new to you; old to the agency. Apparently, the world’s most evil man, Dr. Seokjin Evil, had woken up from cryo-sleep and had returned to take over the world! You were being assigned the case to take him down, only you had to work with the only person who knows how to take down Dr. Evil.
Jeongguk Powers.
When he had failed to apprehend Dr. Evil over 50 years ago, he too went into cryo-sleep so when Seokjin Evil came back, he’d be ready for him. And since Evil had returned, it was time to wake the legend himself.
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