For Science 1/7 - (NSFW)

For science 1/7 -  (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings/Themes: masturbation (vaginal) & voyeurism, unrequited feelings, eventual sex. is this crack yet? lol there’s a plot i swear.

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: posting this now because I’ve been working on it on and off for like a month and im tired of looking at it and jk’s bday is coming up HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK and i’ll be too busy with school plus im almost 7k into the second chapter so..

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Your eyes burn in protest as you scroll to the top of your terminal window once more to search for the error that is fucking your code up. It’s been hours of work and you still haven’t managed to get your program to run even though the homework assignment is easy in theory. In fact it’s just like a problem that Jungkook said the professors would probably give you in your sophomore year, and here you are in your junior year seeing such an ‘easy’ question. With him, it had truly been easy, though. Jungkook was a better computer science teacher than any professor you’d ever encountered. Thinking back to early high school days has you smiling softly to yourself. 

You miss sitting closely together, heads sometimes touching, as you both bent over a problem while he explained why it looked hard, but was actually something you could do in your sleep. The wide smile he would give you when you completed competition questions in minimal time would always set your heart fluttering.

Your phone vibrating brings you back to reality. The caller ID reads ~JK~ and you swoop in to answer the call. If the time in the corner of your computer is right (and it is) he should have already opened his decision letter from the PhD department.

“Hey, what’s the verdict,” you ask as soon as you accept the call. You know there’s no other reason why he’d call you when you were supposed to meet up in a few hours for weekly game night.

“I got in,” his voice is soft, but you know him well enough to be able to hear the joy mixed in.

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birthday cake | M

Baking a cake for your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn.

pairing: jimin x reader warning: PWP, a birthday blowjob, a little bit of foodplay and cumplay. word count: 943 words notes: i’m so sorry for this filth, but food and cumplay talks with @chinnychimchim​ resulted in this mess! lol

“Is that frosting?”

Your fingers stop halfway to your mouth, the white frost decorating your skin contrasting heavily with the pink tint of your lipstick, eyes wide as you turn your head slowly to the source of noise in your otherwise peaceful kitchen.

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the dark side of the moon (m)

➾ werewolf!jimin x reader

➾ 11.1k

➾ warnings: rough penetrative werewolf sex, knotting, mentions of lots of cum, breeding kink

➾ hello my friends!!! i wanted to keep up the tradition of gifting u all a jimin fic on my birthday, so i decided to speed write this :-) i can’t believe a year has passed by again, thank you all for your love and support!!!

➾ summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. 

enjoy, darlings ❤️

The heavy scent of blood and sex greets you immediately once you step into the house, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste, tugging your black face mask back over the lower half of your face. You should be more than used to this already, having been associated with this particular pack of wolves ever since you stumbled upon them a few years ago, but it never gets better.

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Workout (m)

inspired by this particular gif (credit to @/natka9721)

i swear this boy is out to kill all of us but stay strong just like that last button on his shirt 

Rated M 

Word Count: 3469

Jeongguk x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.

The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands over his chest frantically.

“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her your blazer needs to be altered, again. Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”

He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.

You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.

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[2/2] The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit]

 CO-WRITTEN WITH @dovechim

Read the spin-off: The Airport Couple: P[ass]enger from Hell

➜ Words: 12k

➜ Genres: Tooth-aching Fluff, Extreme Crack, Smut (dear lord), Pilot!AU

➜ Summary: Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 

➜ Warnings: handjob, cum all over face (and near the eye which is super dangerous), tons of sexual innuendos, unsafe behaviour on a plane (please don’t do this!! This is a work of fiction only, hence please use discretion if any of you happen to be pilots yourself!)

➜ Notes: this was written with the lovely Addie @dovechim, so if you liked this, please send a sweet message her way as well as mine!! we decided to bring Park Jimin’s potential road rage into the air…lol, also please don’t have sex on a plane if you’re navigating/driving it….anyways, enjoy!

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taekook + double blow job (m)

Jungkook rests a gentle hand on top of your head, spit and pre-cum dribbling down your neck as he and Taehyung continue to thrust lazily on each side of your mouth. With a raw throat and chaffed knees, you blink rapidly to clear the tears that pool heavily at your eyelashes, your favorite mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Look at her,” Taehyung comments like it’s the weather, one hand leaving his hipbone to tap derisively at your cheek. You hold back your growing need to roll your eyes back, ignoring his cocky attitude in favor of fondling his balls. “Taking cock like a––fuck, like a pro.”

“Will you,” Jungkook whines as you suck at their cocks particularly hard, his fingers pulling at your tresses in a silence warning. “Will you shut up and let me enjoy this, for once?”

You pat Jungkook’s thigh in a small thank you for voicing what you were unable to at the moment, tongue caressing the underside of his cocks just as one of Taehyung’s sharp thrusts manages to hit the back of your throat, a choked noise making both boys moan in unison.

“Fuck, babe,” Taehyung continues to deep throat you without a care in the world, mascara smudged tears staining white shirt as his balls hit your chin with every thrust. Jungkook was going to throw a fit over another ruined shirt, and you’d have to hear for the nth time how this one was definitely his favorite; no, not the other a hundred and one that looked just the same. “I’m so, so close!”

Your hands find his thigh in an useless effort to hold him back, a quick sense of relief and disappointment washing over you as Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth, cock lathered and dripping with spit and rock hard against his bare stomach as he decides to jerk himself off instead. The older boy always had a knack for selfishness out of the two, anyway.

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to grasp your ponytail, the moans muffled by his hand making your pussy throb with need. You’re about to pull back to let him cum on your tits, like he promised, when you feel the disgusting flavor of semen flood your taste buds. Your fingernails carve half-moons on his honey skin as he jumps back with a yelp.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“That’s my line,” you let whatever you didn’t swallow drip down your tongue to pool at your knees. “What the fuck? You said tits, not tongue, you asshole!”

Jungkook is torn between a moan and a giggle as he continues his lousy handjob, and you don’t waste a second to call him over with a finger, hell-bent on making him feel good at least once tonight; you even consider letting him fuck you in the ass, for your joy and Taehyung’s future dissatisfaction at lack of participation.

“I’m sorry, I just felt so––!”

“I don’t care how you felt,” you deadpan, sucking at the tip of Jungkook’s cock as you keep your eyes fixed on Taehyung’s naked figure, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently at the hardwood floor. He was such a brat. “No sex for a week, and Jungkook gets lucky tonight.”

You hear the younger boy cheer quietly and you let your eyes drink up the sight of him, thighs quivering and eyes swimming with desperation to cum. You deep-throat him to completion.  

After he cums on your tits, like the good boy he is (contrary to someone else), you turn your head to see Taehyung sprawled on the couch, butt-naked and sulking as he pretends to be distracted by music shows. You hide a giggle behind your hands before you’re nudging his thigh with your feet.

“Oh, and Tae?” He looks at you sideways and you smirk, “Your cum tastes like stale soda.”

A flying pillow is the last thing you see before the three of you dissolve in tired, after glow laughter.