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M - mature | F - fluff | A - angst | D - drabble
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Kim Seokjin Genre: Smut/Fluff, Boyfriend AU. Word Count: 3.1K Rating: M (18+) Summary: For years your boyfriend has struggled to sleep soundly with empty arms. Anything soft and comforting will do: a pillow, RJ, his favorite plushie, or you. Definitely you. After weeks of separation, he’s finally home and jet-lagged. All he needs is a good night’s rest. Warnings: Dirty talk, phone sex, sexting, FaceTime sex, mutual masturbation (F & M), raw penetration, cum fetish, cum play, squirting.
Seokjin is restless and slightly caffeinated. Jet lag’s a bitch. He’s dazed and giddy, fueled by iced americanos. He’s always like this after tour.
He stirs on the large couch with his legs draped over your lap and hugs his arms around his torso to find a comfortable position. He looks so small, buried deep in the soft fabric of his oversized shirt.
You give his leg little squeezes, massaging up and down his sore calf until he settles down.
“Just try to relax.”
⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too
⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.2 k
‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.
Pairing(s): Reader x Jimin, Reader x Jungkook, Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Summary: Jungkook always comes to Jimin's room at odd hours in the day because he says it's boring to be all by himself, holed up in his own hotel room. The real reason, of course, is because you're there 😌
Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; fingering; riding/cowgirl; cock warming; nipple play; slight choking; hair pulling; multiple orgasms; doggy; hand job; oral (m-receiving); spit-roasting; penetrative sex; threesome; these two love to tease; Jimin wants you all to himself lmao and Jungkook is so whiny (😝); soft!dom Jimin + soft!dom Jungkook); there's a sprinkle of fluff just because 🥺; idol!AU - established relationship.
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These two wouldn't let me breathe this past week so here goes some JiKook x Reader smut! (or is it 'MinKook' now? 😭😂)
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"It would be easier to admit that you took it, you know."
Jimin tugs at the hem of the shirt that he claims to be his.
"I didn't know that it was yours."
He shoots you look that conveyed an exasperated Really?
You don't mind. He's always gentle with his teasing.
"I'd like it back though," Jimin said, kissing you again. They're chaste, just shy of lingering.
The lights are dimmed and the rustle of the sheets are pronounced. Outside, Los Angeles stays awake, like you and him. All the while, jet lag circles the room, confusing your minds and bodies. It's late here but early elsewhere.
"I was cold," you murmured, biting his bottom lip.
It's never about the shirt anyway.
#1 When they have to leave very early in the morning #2 The way he releases and moans when orgasming #3 Things he does that make your heart flutter #4 When he touches you or acts inappropriately in public #5 When you’re mentioned to him in a broadcast #6 Recording your sex tape #7 (a) Fan(s) spot(s) you two #8 He proposes to you #9 Falling in love at first sight #10 Falling in love with a foreigner #11 Boyfriend’s kinks #12 He’s come back home from tour #13 You’re pregnant and you do something he finds very unsafe #14 Your love making is disrupted #15 He makes love to you during your pregnancy #16 Dry Humping #17 Your child is happy to see his/her father/He watches you breastfeed your child #18 First Kiss #19 Getting mobbed at the airport with your children
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summary ↬ being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you.
pairing ↬ werewolf!jungkook x reader
genre ↬ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)
word count ↬ 10.4k my hand slipped
warnings ↬ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i don’t go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is had…i know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!
authors note ↬ hello lovelies! here’s a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)
(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didn’t. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)
➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 1.3k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; established relationship, teasing, bent in half, premature ejaculation, implied cum play, implied oral (f receiving), inexperienced!jk ➥ summary | jungkook gets a little too excited and cums early, but he's more than happy to make it up to you. ➥ notes | ✌️idk man, its 2 am. i hope you enjoy lol
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synopsis: A servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. These are the conditions that have granted you life, yet are they are the same ones that can take everything away. He can take everything away. But he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.
k.taehyung x f.reader
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❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: genre: royalty au, soft yandere, fluff, smut, smidge of angst
❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: content: soft yandere!prince!taehyung, maid!reader, power imbalance, talks about death/violence, blood, slight predator/prey dynamics, manipulation, misunderstandings, dom!tae, tae calls reader lamb, oral (f.receiving), marriage related dirty talk, virginity kink/loss of virginity, size kink, praise, reader is fucked dumb, implied kissing reader while she sleeps, implied offscreen somno, implied stalking, ownership, tae is rlly sweet and adorable
❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: notes: hello!!! this was meant to be a drabble but as you can see it spiralled out of control lmao. i got a little hyper fixated (and grew a really bad crush on this taehyung) so it ended up being way longer than i initially thought! regardless, i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it!!
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The Kim Empire.
Your home, your family, your livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.
They practically brandish your mind, have been since you were no more than a babe. Stuck in the clutches of everything Kim since you were born. Your mother a maid, your father gone from the face of the earth. At least as far as you are concerned he is, anyway.
what love feels like ༓ myg (m)
✑ Summary: Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you.
Pairing: husband!yoongi x reader
AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage au
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 6.7k+
Warnings: swearing, both Yoongi and oc are in their 30s, mom and full-time worker!oc, reserved!dad!yoongi, lack of intimacy, mentions of body insecurities post-pregnancy, mentions of fear of abandonment, mentions of jealousy. irrational worries, built-up stress, light fighting, silent treatment, stubbornness, lots of reassurance, nightmares, cute backstory of how they met, a lot of ily, Yoongi and oc being good parents 🥹, Yoongi calls oc doll, and explicit sexual content
sexual warnings: swearing, kissing, neck kisses, pleading, banter, dirty talk, doll petname, asking for consent, b**b squeezing & sucking, hair threading, penetration, f*ngering, big d*ck!yoongi, growling, missi*nary, eye contact, tearing up, c*ming together
Now Playing: Breathing by Anne Marie
a/n: Okay this was for Yoon's bday. Based on the poll, husband!Yoon won. Was intended to be a Drabble but well...heh 😅 Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this fic and Yoon is just such a good hubby for responding well to these very relatable insecurities. (Low-key love this couple...) I'm sorry for any typos or warnings i missed! I checked and double checked but a few might have slipped. Enjoy! Anyway please enjoy! 🥰
“So, you're Jia's father, huh? I don’t think I've seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have recognized you.”
With his back straight and arms folded, Yoongi gives the woman in front of him a quick once-over. Mid-40s, freshly single, and definitely in need of some companionship. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; she’s been talking his ear off for the past twenty minutes like he’s some kind of remedy to all her problems.
➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.
➞ word count: 1k
➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.
➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33
➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3
ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !
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It was one warm spring morning.
Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.
One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.
“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”
He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”
Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”
“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”
"You're so annoying."
Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.
"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"
She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.
“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.
“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.
“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.
“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”
“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”
“Right.”
A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”
When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.
It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”
He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”
Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.
Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.
It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.
She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.
Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”
The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.
“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.
“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”
⋆౨ৎ JEALOUS - kth ᝰ.ᐟ
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summary: who could’ve guessed that kim taehyung gets jealous? because he doesn’t. or so he says…
notes: first fic! hope you enjoy!
word count: 3.9k
genre: fluff, light angst, smut
pairing: idol!taehyung x fidol!reader
warnings/tags: NSFW!, established relationship, jealous taehyung, he just doesn’t want to lose you, tiny bit of light angst, LOTS of kisses and making out, neck kisses, hickeys, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, holding hands during oral sex, reader tugs his hair lightly, nothing rough, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), making loveee, comfort sex? ig?, very soft and sweet and loving, holding hands during sex, post cotial sleeping, they’re so in love
you stood there. barely. if it wasn’t for him pinning you against the door with his own body, you’re sure your knees would’ve given out and you’d be on the floor. as you feel his hands roam all over your body and his lips travel down your neck, your mind wanders to how you even got here…
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taehyung didn’t get jealous. that’s what he told you anyway. you knew that was a lie though. with the way his grip around your waist tightened whenever he’d catch someone staring for a little bit too long. or with the glares he’d give people when they got a little too flirtatious when talking to you.
now, he wasn’t completely lying. he wasn’t overprotective or possessive over you. he didn’t mind you having friends who were men. although, you didn’t really have many anyway. to be honest, it was only the members of bts who you considered to be your friends and also happened to be men. he didn’t mind if you wanted to wear something a bit revealing. he didn’t mind if you had a conversation with a male idol at some award show or event. he didn’t want to control you. he didn’t want you to feel trapped. as long as he could love you and you could love him, that was enough.
but, of course, every now and then some guy would get a bit to close to you or speak with words which were far too flirtatious and he’d get that look in his eye that could give anyone shivers down their spine. but it wasn’t often and it wasn’t anything too serious.
besides, even if he got a little bit jealous he would 1. never admit it 2. get sulky and pouty instead of confronting the guy. and he knew it wasn’t your fault so he wouldn’t get angry. if anything, when the two of you got home he’d get extra clingy and wouldn’t let you go until you were both asleep. he just needed a little reminder that you loved him. and you did. more than anyone else. so as long as you were by his side, he would be okay. he’d be fine and forget about it as soon as he had you in his arms again.
that was until today.
it was that same guy. that same idol who always came up to you at events and after award shows and despite your constant attempts to reject him and get him to leave you alone, he wouldn’t. and taehyung couldn’t do anything about it because your relationship wasn’t public, so he couldn’t even be caught looking in your direction or he’d look suspicious. all he could do was sit and watch as someone tried to take the love of his life away from him.
usually he could take it. he’d think of how when he’d get home you’d be there, falling asleep in his arms. but today was the final straw. that guy crossed the line one too many times. should he go there and deal with him? no. that would only cause a scene and make things worse. hell wait it out.
and that’s what he did.
the car ride home was silent. you already knew what was wrong, but what you didn’t know it why he was acting so different this time. he wasn’t pouty and sulky like usual. no. he was seething. his face was blank but the look in his eyes was filled with anger. he had enough this time. and with the way he kept a hand on the your thigh the whole ride home you could tell he was bursting at the seams with jealousy.
you had finally gotten home where he had taken off his coat, and your coat for you, as always. now, with both of your shoes off he was turned around to hang your coats up by the door. he still hadn’t said a word, so you had to be the one to break the silence.
“taehyung..?” the call of his name is just above a whisper, but it was still enough to make him halt his movements shorty, before completing his task of hanging up the coats and taking off his blazer, throwing it on the back of the sofa. he slowly turned around to face you. his eyes were staring into yours and you almost couldn’t muster up the courage to speak.
“what’s wrong..?” your voice is shy and quiet, due to both curiosity, concern and a sense of unfamiliarity. your eyes stay on his as he takes a step closer to you, then another, and another. until he’s inches away from you.
“i can’t take it anymore..”
in that moment, no, from the moment you stepped into the comfort of your home it was like something changed. at the venue he was disgusted while watching that same idol bother you. in the car he was bubbling with fury. but when you two stepped in the door. into the safety and protection of these walls. his emotions changed. he was hurt. and you could tell that from the look in his eyes when he spoke those words to you.
he sounded desperate. his was voice shy and quiet. he needed you. he needed your undivided attention. he was yearning for your love in a moment where he thought that he might never see it again. never feel it again.
“i can’t stand to see someone else talk to you that way when i can’t do anything to stop it..”
he knew you loved him. of course he knew that. and you’d never want anyone else. you never leave him. you’d never hurt him. he knew that but the little voice inside his head told him otherwise.
“i can’t stand to watch him try to take you away..”
as he spoke he tucked a lose strand of hair behind your ear. his eyes stared into yours longingly. his words broke your heart. no one could ever take you away. your heart belonged to him.
“taehyung..” you whispered softly, “no one could ever take me away from you..”
he sighed a breath of relief before you watched as a tear fell down his cheek. a tear of relief that your never leaving. that he has nothing to worry about. a tear of pain. pain of watching you get forced away from him.
you reached your hands up to cup his face before you wiped the tear away and watched his eyes as they flickered to your lips for just a second. his hands moved to rest on your waist before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
his lips were gentle at first. as if he was scared you break under his touch. however , his desperation and desire took over and as his kisses got deeper, more purposeful, he stepped forward, causing you to step back until your back was pressed against the front door.
his lips broke apart from yours momentarily to look at you. they were glossy and swollen, evidence of how he yearned for you in that very moment. your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned back in to press a lazy kiss against your lips, before travelling down to your neck.
your breath started to speed up as his lips found that sensitive part of your neck, which he always gave more attention to compared to any other part of your neck, knowing it drives you crazy.
as your body started to grow hotter your knees gave out and you started to slump against the door, resulting in his hands gripping your hips and pinning them on the door.
there you were. barely standing and mind racing.
he registers the fact that that your position may not be at all comfortable, so wraps his arms around your torso and lifts you up without stopping his light kisses.
your dress moves up your thighs as they wrap around his waist. he grabs them to hold you closer against him before moving to the bedroom where your four walls would keep you from anyone who tried to take you from him. where he could finally have you all to himself.
after making his way through the long hallway, he opens the bedroom door, shortly holding you with one hand before moving it back to your thigh. he closes the door with your body, the sudden cold feeling against your back making you shiver.
he never broke his kisses while making his way to the bedroom, revealing his desire for you. he spins the two of you around and walks further into the bedroom. he stops in front of the bed to pull back the covers, and places you down on the mattress, and as he does so his kisses stopping temporarily making you miss his lips immediately.
soon after, he climbs on top of you, his arms resting either side of your head and his legs straddling your body, pulling the covers over the both of you.
as his body finds yours again, so do his lips. though, they’re only there for a few seconds before they wander over to your neck again, and your eyes close as you took in the feeling of them.
the way he kissed your neck before was light and gentle. not at all enough to leave marks, but this time, with the way he sucks on your skin you’re sure he’d leave some bruises.
as much as you’d love to have evidence of his lips on your body, you’re an idol and that isn’t an option. at least not in a place to obvious and out in the open. panting heavily, you call his name, but his ministrations don’t stop.
“taehyung” you say, firmer this time, “no marks”
that grabs his attention, and he stops his attack on your neck, head moving up to look at you but the room was too dark. he goes to turn the small light on the nightstand on, and as he moves back to look at you, both of your breaths hitched. the room was low lit but you could still make out the desire in each others eyes.
wasting no time, he presses his lips against yours again. as he dives in for a second kiss, his tongue swipes your bottom lip and you gladly welcome him in. as your tongues dance, you feel his arm travel to the back of your dress and you arch your back to allow him access to the zip.
slowly, almost teasingly, he unzips your dress and begins to take it off. as he slides the dress down your body, your breasts break free and the cold air hits them suddenly, causing you to shiver. he finally gets rid of the dress, and you’re almost completely bare beneath him, your underwear being the only item of clothing on your body.
after throwing the dress off the bed, not caring where it lands, his hands move to massage your breasts. almost immediately, you release a soft and quiet moan against his lips, and you feel as the pleasure courses through your body.
as he continues, you unwrap your arms from his neck and guide your hands to his tie, quickly undoing it before moving to the buttons on his shirt and undoing them too.
once his shirt is open you run your hands up his toned stomach teasingly, hearing his breath hitch as you do so. as your hands reach his shoulders, you slide the shirt down his arms and off his body, getting rid of the piece of clothing and throwing it on the floor.
after a while, his lips break from yours, a string of saliva connecting your lips. you watch his eyes as the flicker to your exposed chest, his lips soon following suit as he starts to leave kisses all over your breasts.
this part of your body is just for him to see, so he doesn’t hesitate to leave evidence of his lips behind, matching it with the healing hickeys that he has planted before on that same section of skin.
soon, his kisses move past your chest and below to your stomach; he crawls further down the bed with each kiss, which he plants lower than the one before. as he travels down the bed, he takes the covers with him and the cold air hits your skin, forming goosebumps all over and causing your nipples to harden.
the effect of his lips isn’t just limited to what meets the eye. it isn’t limited just to your skin and how it tingles and turns purple in colour at his actions. it also surges through your whole body, making sure that no part of you is left unaffected.
they effect your mind, thoughts morphing together into one haze of pleasure. they effect your heart, making it race immediately. they effect your lungs with the way they start to breathe at a quicker pace. they effect your voice, pulling whines and moans from the deepest depths of your throat. they effect the butterflies in your stomach making them fly wildly and carelessly at the first sign of a kiss. they effect the pleasure you feel all over your body. and they continue to drive you crazy as they suck the skin on your hips, making sure to bruise the skin they touch.
with you panting for air and arching your back ever so slightly, he knows he has you right where he wants you; your body is begging for more and you’re needing him more than ever before. his fingers hook the band of your underwear and he slides them down your legs.
he tosses the piece of clothing off the bed before his eyes land back on you with your knees up and legs parted, revealing the evidence of his actions right before him with how your folds are coated with your arousal.
his eyes meet yours as he lowers his head, planting a kiss on your clit while keeping eye contact. immediately, your breath gets caught in your throat, and the muscles in your legs tense. he places another kiss in the same place as the previous one and this time you can feel yourself clenching around nothing.
your hands travel down as his move up, one of your hands meet his and they rest, clasped together, on your stomach, and the others fingers run through his hair as they find purchase in his dark locks. now, with one of his hands occupied with holding yours, the other grips your thigh and caresses it lovingly.
finally, his eyes close and his lips wrap around your clit and his tongue begins to move in circles. your eyes start to flutter shut and your head leans back onto your pillow with pleasure as his actions continue. soon, your panting turns into hums and hums into whines and eventually whines into moans as the pleasure begins to build.
his lips leave your clit for a moment as the hand gripped around your thigh travels to your hole. he leaves pecks on your inner thigh as he coats his long fingers in your wetness, before sliding them in, eliciting a moan from your lips as you feel him enter you.
he pulls is fingers back out slowly, then moves them back in and curls them to hit your spot. as he repeats those movements, his fingers gradually pick up in speed and his lips find their way to your clit again.
your hand squeezes his tighter as the pleasure within you grows. your legs begin to squirm as your moans grow from soft and quiet to uncontrollable and higher in pitch. they grow desperate. desperate for release, desperate for his touch, desperate for his body.
as his fingers and tongue pick up the pace, your breathing gets heavier and your moans get even more needy. your grip around his hand is now impossibly tight and the fingers tangled in his hair are tugging it ever so slightly. with one final thrust of his fingers, he sends you over the edge and your whole body reacts.
your back arches into him, your head is thrown back, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes shut, your mouth open as you moan and your legs squirming.
he takes you though your climax, fingers slowing and tongue letting your clit go. you’re left panting shakily and as you let go of his hair and hand, you open your eyes to see him moving up your body to meet you again, making sure to leave kisses all over as he does so.
as he moves up, he takes the covers with him to cover the both of you again, shielding you both from the cold air.
once he’s hovering his body over yours again, your eyes meet and so do your lips. you can taste yourself on him but you don’t mind, wrapping your arms around him as you kiss, pulling him closer.
you’re quick to recover from your climax, your desire for him rushing back to you the second his lips touched yours. your arms move down his torso, nails dragging lightly and teasingly down his back before guiding them to his toned stomach and eventually unbuckling his belt.
once you undo the restraint that’s keeping him from you, you work your way through the button and zip of his trousers until he breaks apart from you to take the rest of his clothes off.
now, you’re both left completely naked; no barriers of clothing separating the two of you. finally he can give you what he’s wanted to this whole night.
once he’s back on top of you he uses one elbow to keep himself up while his other hand rests on your hip. you peck his lips before you wrap a hand around his length and start to stroke him, watching him as his breath hitches, eyebrows furrow, eyes close in pleasure, and his bottom lip gets caught in his teeth, trying to keep his voice in.
but you want to hear him. you take your free hand and use your thumb to pull his lip out of his teeth, and run your fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly, eliciting a low moan from his swollen, glistening lips.
you whisper in his ear, “i wanna hear you..” your strokes speed up, “don’t hold back”
his forehead is now resting on yours as he struggled to keep his head up. he’s sensitive to your touch and you know it drives him insane. giving up completely, his head drops to your shoulder and you can now hear his soft, quiet moans next to your ear.
as his breath starts to quicken and his grip on your hip tightens, you know it’s time to stop your movements. you let go of his member and move your hand back to wrap around his neck where the other one is tangled in his hair.
he leaves light and caring kisses all over your exposed shoulder as he finally guides himself into you. he enters you slowly, letting you adjust to his size, and as he bottoms out in you, you both release a breath you had been holding in.
holding your hip, he keeps you in place as he begins to move. as he slides back in, you moan into his ear and grip his hair tighter in pleasure. he grinds slow and deep, hitting your spot at the perfect angle every time.
as he continues to slide in and out of you, your eyes close shut, basking in the pleasure he was giving you. not stopping his movements, you feel him take his hand off your hip and grab your hand that was around his neck, pinning it to the mattress next to your head and intertwining his fingers with yours.
your moans gradually increase in volume and so do his; the pleasure you both feel becomes almost overwhelming and you’re need for each other grows as you both chase release.
he suddenly moans your name in your ear and you moan a hum of acknowledgment so sensual and whiny that you feel him twitch in response to your voice. at your reply, he moves his head to look at you, untucking it from your shoulder. sensing his movements, you open your eyes and you’re met with a look on his face that made your breath hitch and your body grow hotter.
his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are squinting, trying not to shut. his mouth is open, forming a small ‘o’ and his lips are plump and glossy. you can see sweat starting to form on his forehead, giving his hair a wet appearance.
he leans down and kisses your mouth lazily, tongues moving together harmoniously as you both moan and gasp for air against each others lips, both of you now feeling a knot grow deep within you as you near release.
he continues speaking when he breaks apart, his lips inches from yours, and you can just about hear what he whispers to you,
“i love you…”
your breath hitches and you try and talk back but you get cut off with an uncontrollable moan. trying a second time, you whisper back,
“i love you too…”
with your emotions running wild, you both get overwhelmed by desire, and it doesn’t take long for you to start clenching around him and for him to increase his pace. with each thrust your feel pleasure course through your body like electricity.
not long after, you’re squeezing your eyes shut and gripping onto his hand impossibly tight as you moan through your release. you clench around him as your back arches, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you intensely.
he soon follows after you, his thrusts getting sloppy and moans getting whiny. with one final movement you feel as he releases into you, twitching inside of you while squeezing your hand back with just as much strength as you are.
once the pleasure starts to die down, he slides out of you, making both of your breaths hitch and bodies shudder. he lies down beside you and pulls you into his arms as you both catch your breaths.
you’re both too tired to talk; your touch is enough to show your love for each other without it having to be said. that tonight proved that he has nothing to worry about. that your his and he is yours. that nothing is taking you away from him. that no matter what anyone says or does, you’ll always have each other.
your feel as his hand caresses your back, tracing patterns on your exposed skin. the mix of his soft touches and your post cotial sleepiness has your eyes heavy, and as your breathing calms down, you realise that your eyes have closed already, without even remembering when they had initially started to shut.
as you feel your sleep overtake you, you press a few loving kisses onto his neck, earning a low, content hum from him. you force your eyes open to look up at him. his eyes are closed, his hair is messy, and his cheeks are flushed, coating his skin in a light pink. he seems to be just as exhausted as you are.
you lean in and kiss his lips lazily, and he tiredly kisses back. after pulling away he looks at you with half lidded eyes one last time, before his breathing slows and he falls asleep.
before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep too, the last thing you saw being him: the love of your life…
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Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut
Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Word count: TBD
Status: Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko
A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!
And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕
Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home
Season 2 (??)
bestfriend!Jungkook x female Reader
Genre: drabble; smut (basically just porn)
Words: 3.6k
Synopsis: After almost two years of military service, you finally meet your best friend again. While you have planned a cosy night, his plans are a little bit on the physical side.
Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving); dom!jk/sub!reader; unprotected sex; rough sex; praising kink; big dick jk; hair pulling; spanking; crying of how good sex is; choking
18 months.
You've waited 18 months to see him again. You diligently mark each day on your calendar, waiting for him. The few weekends he was allowed in the civil life weren't enough to do everything you wanted and honestly, he was so tired that most of the time he just ate and slept.
But today it's different. Because Jungkook is finally free from service. You finally have your best friend back.
You've planned everything for your encounter: cake, embarrassing sign saying 'I CAN TAKE MY BUNNY HOME' and a whole night of snacks, games and movies, just like you used to do before Jungkook got into the army.
You're not the only one waiting for a loved one. A small group of friends and family have gathered in front of the military base, waiting for the soldiers to get off duty for good.
Sexual themes
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: You’re desperately craving your boyfriend's attention, but are too shy to ask for it outright. Luckily, Yoongi knows what you want anyway.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, swearing, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), soft dom-ish Yoongi, brief mentions of insecurities, not proofread
A/N: Thanks @theuselessdaydreamingidiot for requesting this! I had so much writing this one, I hope you like it!
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He had to be doing this on purpose.
Normally, Yoongi could read you like a book, whether that was knowing whether you’d had a particularly rough day or just what food you were craving, all you had to do was look at him and he would know what you wanted.
Which was why his current lack of response to your attempts to gain his attention was so frustrating.
pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader (feat. bam)
genre: angst, smut
word count: 11.8k
summary: to seal the deal, you give jungkook what he wants—your kiss, your cunt and your virginity.
WORD COUNT: 7.1K
GENRE: CEO AU, marriage contracts, blackmailing, fake dating, fake marriage, falling love and realising you’re scared, (might actually be my fav piece)
PAIRING: Yoongi X Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024
As Yoongi began to walk through the bustling heart of the city he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back from the meeting he had just left and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what had happened.
It had been his grandfather's will reading, something that heartbreaking in and of itself but what was getting to Yoongi more was the stipulation that came along with his portion of the will.
"It is not my wish for you to end up like me, old, alone and afraid of love."
Was that the piece of paper read, his grandfather was giving him strict orders to follow if he had any chance of getting his grandfather's portion of the company he owned and he needed it.
There was no way it could go to his father's side of the family, the vultures as his grandfather called them. They only hung around him long enough to know that they were going to be put into the will and didn't want to know his grandfather any other time. But it was all stupid. In order to collect his portion he had to be married and have a child all within a year.
A man who had hardly dated before was supposed to married and have a child within twelve months if he wanted any chance of keeping his company alive. Now Yoongi could have sworn he heard the ticking of a clock in the back of his mind as a constant reminder that he hadn't got much time.
