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𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭)

▶️ - Ongoing

❄️ - Series

🌻 - Fluff

A/N:I am sorry you had to wait so long for this part hope you like it Angels💞

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𝐉𝐢𝐧:

WordWideHandsomeJin

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WordWideHandsomeJin: I am happy to say that Y/N and Me are going to have a Little Baby Boy!💞I love these two so much!💞

Y/Nie:Aww Jinie We love you too💞

BTS Biggest Fan:Cuteee💜

Jin is handsome:Her bump is  so beautiful 💜

We love Bangtan2134:The Baby is going to be so handsome!!

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢:

MinYoongi

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MinYoongi: Me and Min are going to have a cute Baby Girl in our Family I hope you are all happy about it ARMY because I am🖤

MinMin:Ofc we are happy Yoongi

Y/Nie:Aww Baby You are so cute🖤

Namjoonie:The picture is cute Hyung! I am so happy for you both!

Bts Army Lover:Look at her Bump

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: Hobi the Sunshine:

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Hobi The sunshine: I am getting a little baby Hope💝 Our Sunshine Boy is going to get so much love.I love her and her bump.💝

CuteHobi:Naww I am exited for you guys!

Y/Nie:Thank you Hobi💝

WordWideHandsomeJin:Y/N you look cute in this dress

Bts Armyyyy12:Aaaaaaaaaaaa we are getting a baby hope

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧:

Namjoonie

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Namjoonie:My Princess and My price and my other Princess💚Yes ARMY My Princess and me Are getting twins💚

MinYoongi: Wow two little babys 1 Namjoon and One Y/N Cutee

Army1234: Wow Joonie is geting twins

Bts65:I hope they have Joonies dimples💚

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧:

ChimChim

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ChimChim:Look at Chubs and our Baby Boy in her bump💙I am so soft for them💙

Y/Nie: I am soft for you both too Chim💙

Armx x Bts142:Omg a little Jiminie

Armyyyyyy Jimin:Cuties💙

Jiminie14:The baby has a cute Appa and a beautiful Eomma💙

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠:

TaeTae

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TaeTae:Look at my Tiger with our Baby Girl inside her Bump! I love this bump soooo much and ofc my Y/Nie(She is so beautiful)❣️

Y/nie:Awww my cute TaeTae❣️

Tae131:Wow so cute a baby TaeTae

Btssss708:She is pretty

BtsBigHit:congrats Taehyungie

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤:

JeonJungkookie

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JeonJungkookie:My Too babys!💛

Y/nie:You are so Cute Jungkookie💛

LalaBts:Y/n you look so cute in this dress

bts67890:Aww a baby Jungkookie💛

ChimChim:Congrats Kook but do you know the gender yet?

JeonJungkookie answer to ChimChm: No we dont wanted to know Hyung

BTSSSSSSS: I think its a Boy 💙

Atmy x bts.Naaa I thinkk its a Girl💜

Okey Guys I hope you like it~

What do you think the is Gender of Kookies Baby?~

I purple You💜~

Ha-Neul.~

𝐁𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

🌻 - Fluff 

💋 - Smut(Light)

✔️ - Completed

A/N:Have fun reading it my Angels! I purple you all

The pictures arent mine

Tomorrow I will upload a Namjoon texting story!

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𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧

Jin would be so sweet like waking you up with pancakes

would tell you ALOT of his Jokes(I still wonder where he gets them from)

Ohhh.....Just imagine waking up alone and going in the kitchen to see a Shirtless Jin with is back turned towards you (His World wide Shoulders)

He would cook for you

He Loves your Smile this is why he always tells you Jokes just to see Your pretty smile

He would do anything for you

You go shopping together

He loves to cuddle you

If he is on tour he always text you and calles you even if ti is just for a few minutes Just to hear your beautiful Voice

ALWAYS talks about you

He would love you sooo much

He worries about you when you two arent together

Would sing you to sleep(Just imagine him singing Moon For you because you cant sleep...This would be so cute)

In Bed Jin would never do anything you dont like and always ask you if his action pleases you or if he should stop 

you love him sooo much and couldnt wish for a better Boyfriend

Calls you Jagi or Baby

𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢

He have a BIG soft spot for you

You are literally the only one who can wake him up

He loves You so much

 He likes it when you come to his studio and Pout at him because you want to cuddle

He spoils you rotten

He loves your lips because they are so soft and kissable

In his studio you would sit on his lap while he works

In bed He can be rough but also soft

He loves to eat you out

HIS TONGUE TECHNOLOGY

Sometimes asks you what you think about a new song he wrote

Likes to tease you as an example running his hands up and down your tights

Likes to hear you Beg and whimper

Its important for him to take aftercare of you

For example running you a hot bath but most of the time you just cuddle while he runs his hands up and down your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

You are his everything and he is yours

Calls you Kitten

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

You are his Sun,his Hope

Wakes you up with his sunshine smile wile kissing your neck

You love his smile

Brings you to dance Practice

Loves your Cute nose

He thinks is cute and just perfect to pook(I dont know how you spell the word hope you know what i mean hehe)

 You are His Queen

thinks you are the prettiest girl on the planet nono in the universe

If you have an argument you both doesent take long to say sorry because you cant live without each other

Takes cute couple pictures with you and set them as his Wallpaper

He loves you so much and shows you that in any possible way he knows

You love your Sunshine

He loves to cuddle you and Mickey

If he is on tour You always send him pictures of you and Mickey and he always looks at them for minutes

He calls you Angel

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧

He takes you to a Museum date

Can talk hour with you

He loves your eyes an dhow the shine when you get exited

You two buy a Bonsai Tree for your home

You love his Dimples soooo much(Who wouldn't he is just to cute when he smile)

Namjoon loves to take walks with you and Moonie(His cute Dog)

Moonie is like your child

If you turn him on he isnt so cute anymore and you know that you couldn't walk for the next weeks

He know everything about you

He knows what pleases you and how to make you into a moaning mess in a few seconds

You love each other and take a lot pictures together

Kisses you witch so much love

 Aftercare(Mostly taking a hot bath)

Isnt shy to kiss you in front of the members

He Calls you Princess

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

Sweet ChimChim

acts cute around you just to get your attention

He calls you Chubs

Loves to cuddle with you after a long day

Kissed

You act cute Kiss

You are shy kiss

you pout kiss

your angry face is just to cute for him Kiss kiss and more kisses

You are his everything

he is your everything

Can go from Baby ChimChim  to Daddy in a second

Could eat you out all day just to taste you and hear you moan his Name

LOVES it when you moan his Name

Can also be you little whine sub (which he is most of the time)

Calls you Mommy

Adores you so much

You love his cheeks(his Cheeks in the Gif....My poor hearteu)

You love to hold his hand

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

Already dreams about your children

cuddle you to death

Loves your Cheeks and to squish them

Calls you Baby or Baby bear

You love his deep ass voice

You love it when he sings to you

You sometimes have to stop him from practicing so much

You love his hair 

He likes it when you give Him a massage after a log day

He likes to play with your hair

In bed Tae would be a switch i think he can be Daddy like but you love it when he calls you Mistress

You are the love of his live

You Love his Boxy smile It brightens up your day in a second

(Can you please just look at his beautiful smile...He is just so cute)

𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

Ohhh god......

His ABS and tights You love them 

You love his bunny smile and his doe eyes

He loves your giggles

would probably take you with him to the GYM just to tease you for example lifting his shirt

Can be cute

Love to cuddle you and watch movies (Iron Man)

You always support him

He protects you

You play games together

You both listen to music when you are laying on the bed just enjoying each others presence

You tease each other a lot

In bed You are his Mommy and he ist your little Babyboy

Even in bed he is a brat and disobeys you to get a punishment

You love to talk dirty to him just to make him moan

He calls you Baby

You love each other a lot

He sing to you when you have a nightmare

You are his cute Baby

I hope you liked it~

I purple you my Angels~

Tomorrow i am Gonna upload a Namjoon texting Story~

Ha-Neul~

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 / 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

▶️ - Ongoing

❄️ - Series

🌻 - Fluff

A/N:Okey.... Now you and your Husband know that you are getting a Baby.You are 3 months Pregnant. You need to tell the Members / Your Families.....

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𝐉𝐢𝐧:

You where sitting in the Living room nervously playing with your fingers.”Jinie...?” Jin looks at you,eyes full of worry “Is everything fine Baby?” You nod your head “Yes Handsome I am just scared about their reaction....Do you think they will be happy...?” Jin walks over to you.

“Dont worry Baby they said at our Weeding that they couldn't waif for their Grandchildren dont worry to much okey?” You nervously bite your bottom lip and nod.

At this Moment the Doorbell rings You stand up and walk to the Door while Jin walks into the kitchen”I will wait for you in the Kitchen Jagi”You nod and open the door there stood Jins parents “Hello Miss and Mr.Kim” You bow and let them in.Jin mother hugs You “Hello my lovely Daughter-In-Law”

Jin Vather gave you a hug to “We are happy about the invitation,I'm curious if our son can still cook so well“You giggle “Of course.....But now lets go he is waiting in the Kitchen” You walk to the kitchen, Jin Parent following you.

Jin was smiling as he saw his parents and walked over to them and gave them a big hug “Eomma,Appa I missed you! Please sit down the food will be ready in a few seconds”They sat down at the Table.You looked at Jin he just nod.

You took a deep breath “We have to tell you something Eomma and Appa”Jin walks over to you and put his hand on your shoulder.He gave you a kiss on you cheek.”I am happy to announce that you will be grandparents soon”

Their jaws droops and they began to smile brightly Jins Mother come to you and hugs you “R-Really....I am gonna be a grandmother.....?”Jin nod “Yes Eomma” Jin father just sat there smiling”I am so happy for you two”

The dinner was full of Happiness.

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢:

You where with Yoongi and  your Parents at a Park.You all sat on the Grass with a blanked and food.The Sun was shining brightly.

You where sitting on Yoongis lap his arms where wrapped around you.Your Parents where sitting on the other side.

You where eating Strawberry´s sometimes giving Yoongi one.He smiled ant thanked you.You parents where talking with Yoongi about his work.

After a while they stopped talking and it was a comfortable silence. You cleared your throat “So....The main reason why we invite you here because we wanted to tell you something” You look at Yoongi.

He gave you his Gummy Smile.Your Father looked at you with a confused look “What is ist sweets?” Yoongis smile got brighter.

“So you know the last weeks Y/N didn't feel good so we went to the Hospital and.....”

Your Mother looked worried “Is it something bad?” You shake your head as no she sight in relive.

Yoongi continue “The Doctor said that we are going to have a Mini version of us running around the House!” You Parents hug you both “This are the best News of the whole Day!”

You Smile and lay your hand on your belly.

(He is so cute....help me.....)

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤:

It wasent planed to tell them like this but......

It was Friday you where with Hobi on tour, at the moment he is practicing with his members on stage.

You where sitting In front of him with Namjoons,Jimins ansd Yoongis Wife You where watching the Members Practicing Black Swan While Yoongis Wife was Resting her head on your shoulder “Y/N did you and Hoseok already told your Parents that You are Pregnant?” You shake your head as no “No we didnt had a chance to tell them Now did you Guys already told your parents?” Yoongis Wife and Namjoons Wife nod too just Jimins wife shook her head as no “Nah we want to tell them when we come back from Tour” You nod understanding “Me Too” Then the members came.

Hobi walks over to you “Hey Angel how are..?” You kissed him “ I am Fine we talked about who told their parents that they are pregnant” Hobi nod.

Right at this moment your phone rings.

Oh no......

IT WHERE HOSEOKS PARENTS!

You gasp “H-Hobi....?”He grabs your phone and answered “Hey Eomma Appa and my beloved sister!”

Hobis Sister waves her hand”Hobi where is Y/N? Isnt she with you” Hobi smile and turns the Camera around so they could see you You waved nervous Next to you was Jimins Wife “hey!” You didnt know what came over you but your mouth began to move from alone.

“I AM PREGNANT..........!”

You quickly cover your Mouth “Shit....!” Hobi smiles.

His sister begin Singing and dancing around “I am gonna be an Auntie YEY Good Job Brother” Hobi Blushes “T-Thank You...”His Parents Congratulate you two. The Others where giggling and smiling like Idiots.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧:

Its Christmas

Namjoons and your Parents are over at your house.

You where at the living room waiting for Your Husband to come home from his studio.You where happy and you know that your parents where going to be happy because al they talk about where Grandchildren.

Every time they where over they asked you if you where pregnant  You answered every time with a No.

You and Namjoon talked about when you are going to tell them.

You suggested that you tell them about Christmas.He agreed.

The door open and your beloved husband comes in.He walks directly over to you and gave you a short loving Kiss.”Hey Princess How are you feeling?” You smile “I am Fine my Joonie the Pooh”

Later that day You where sitting in the living room on one sofa where His and your Parents on the other side where you and Namjoon.

Your parent gave you a picture of you all together on the couch smiling in the Camera. You both thanked them.

Then you gave them a little purple box. Namjoons Mother Opens it and began Crying she gave the box to her husband and he began smiling. Your Mother looked in the Box.Inside where little white baby shoes withe the sentence “We will see each other soon” on it and your positive Pregnancy test.She smiles widely Namjoon Smiles Back “You like our present?” They al nod while smiling widely.“Of course we love it” 

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧:

You where with Jimin at BigHit.

The Members where practicing wile you and the other Wifes where sitting on the floor.You all where talking.

You got Bored.You look around The Boys where Practicing Boy with Love You walked over to the Desk and take the last banana milk.This was a bad Idea....

And half hour later the Boys where ready and came to you.Jimin gives you his Eye smile(UwU) and gave you a passionate kiss on the lipst Yongi Looks over “Hey Get a room” HIs wife hits him on his chest “Hey be nice Yoongi Bear” The members smile “Aish Kitten why did you have to call me that right now” The members Giggle.

Then you hear Jungkook gasp “Yaaaaa WHO DRANK MY LAST BANANA MILK!!”

You look down at your hand and quickly hide the Banana Milk behind your back.Jimin smiles at you.

Everyone looks at you,You smile innocently “hehe.....Why are you all looking at me like that hahah?” Jungkook walks to you “Y/N do you have anything to say?”

“Ähhhmmm No....”You quickly stood up and run away Jungkook Runs after you “PARK Y/N Get your ass back here and buy me a new banana milk!” Jimin runs after Jungkook in this moment jungkook catch you and throws you over his shoulder.

“Yaaa Jungkook you Brat!Be careful Y/N is Pregnant!”

Jungkook lets you down immediately and looks at you with his doe eyes.”R-Really Nonna.... You are Pregnant...........?” All members stares at you three.

You nod “Yes.......” All Members begin cheering.They all ran to you and gave you a big group hug.

Jimin Couldn't describe his happiness right now

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠:

You where in the Kitchen with your and Taehyungs Parent.

Everyone was eating expect you,you just look down and sight.Tae looks at you worried.”Baby Tiger are you okey?”You nod.”Yes TaeTae I am Fine”

His Mother looks at you “Y/N? You look so pale are you sure you are fine?” You sight but nod again “Dont worry I am More than fine”

After Dinner you all talked a bit untill you Couldn't hold it anymore and stood up and walked in your bedroom and got a little Light blue box.

Taehyungs Father looked at you”Oooooh what is this Y/N?”

You walked over to Tae and sat down on his lap.He smile at you “What do you think it is Eomma,Appa?” They shrug their shoulders “I have No idea maybe a Picture?”

You hum “Near Here Appa open It”You gave him the light blue Box,he carefully opens it.

In the Box is and Ultrasound Picture from your last Hospital visit one week ago,little baby socks and a Card With a baby on it.He gave it you Taehyungs Mother She open the card and red out loud

“Hello there I am exited to meet You all.Right now i am Save in Mommys Tummy. Seeyou in a few Months.

love your Grandchild~”

Taes parents Smiles and begin Hugging each other and begain squealing “WE ARE GETTING A GRANDCHILD!”

You look Tae and He smile at you “I love Baby”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤:

You where at the hospital because you had an Appointment to be sure that your baby was fine.

Jungkook promised to pick you up because unfortunately he has practice.He told the boys that he hast to pick you up from the hospital.

They al begin to worry so they persuaded Jungkook to let them come with him.

He sight but agreed anyways.He drove an half hour to the Hospital he send you a message that he will be there in a few minutes with the members because they where worried.

At the Hospital:

You where standing outside waiting for him He runs over so you and gave you ab hug and a Kiss on the lips you kiss him back.

All the boys came running towards you and Begin questioning about your health.

You couldn't understand them al so “Hey Boys Calm down I am Fine I didn't go here for my health haha”They all look at you with a questioning Look Jin Was wondering”What do you mean ´Not for your health´?”

Jungkook gave them his Bunny Smile.

“The Appointment was for Our Baby Bunny”

Namjoon looks at you”Your what.......? Does that mean You are Pregnant?”You and Jungkook nod.They all where hugging each other and Congratulating you Both.

Jungkook looks at you “How is our Baby Bunny?” You Giggle “Our Bunny Is fine in here” You lay your hand on you tummy he Kisses your Cheek.

I Just need three hours for this I need your help Wen need Genders For the Babys So leave a comment which gender their Babys should have Thank you~

I hope you like it~

I Purple you~

plz_help_me

any ideas that i can write

Types of affection {suga}

Giving : quality time

you see suga is very workaholic and also faithful to army {he is army's lil meow meow after all}

he has a very warm heart and likes giving some of his time devoted to you

he will cuddle you up close and say phrases like " you are so pretty" "what did i do to deserve u my love " my knees were hurt when I fell for you "

let you sleep in his arms while cuddling

Receiving : quality time / words of affirmation

[so I was thinking and got tied in between

words of affirmation : some time he is INSECURE , as a normal human being dealing with this kind of hate can be stressful

he needs you assure that u will not leave him trustissues

empower him to keep going despite getting this amount of hate

quality time : he is a VERY busy man . he writes , composes , raps , dances etc.

he needs u to be sincere and all of attention to him while he is giving u time

as i told sometimes he is insecure and if u dont give him your attention than he will think that he is not enough

a/n : so these are some headcanons of lil meow meow

bakusquad headcanons coming soon

bye good morning / night / evening / afternoon

BTS headcanons

This will include :

what kind of affections they will give you and what they expect :

min yoongi

nsfw headcanons

ass boobs thighs

gaming headcanons (jungkook only)

idol x bts headcanons

rebolgs are okay

↳ 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥’𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

→ 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐁𝐅 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐆𝐅 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

→ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟑𝟔𝟒

→ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔

→ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚.

→ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

→ 𝐁𝟐 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

“Is this ok?” he breaks the kiss, his voice low, thick with desire, his dark eyes darting between yours and your slightly swollen lips before biting his own.

The bathroom was a sharp contrast from the lively energy of the bar outside. The air was filled with a distinct red hue, casting ethereal glows on each of your faces, heightening the intensity of the moment. You were perched on the counter, your legs draped over the edge, encased between his body.

Your mind was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, every nerve in your body had a desperate longing for the man, yet your mind was screaming telling you, “No, this is wrong,” but you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to. The tension between the two of you was palpable, making it impossible to think clearly. You felt trapped between your impulses and morality.

He leans in again, his breath warm and intoxicating against your skin, making you shiver. The proximity was maddening each second stretching the tension to its breaking point. You can feel the hunger in his gaze, this man wanted, no, needed you.

You nodded slowly but no less eagerly, silently agreeing to whatever the stranger had instored for you, A flicker of relief flashed in his eyes. His fingers gently brushing your cheek, the touch tender, almost as if he was searching for something,

Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his lips against yours again. This time. The kiss was far more intense, charged with energy that had been building since you first locked eyes, His lips moved against yours in feverish intensity, a desperate exploration of the desire that neither of you could no longer hold back.

Your hands roamed up to his raven locks, fingers gripping into his soft hair as you pulled him closer. His body pressing against yours, making the moment feel impossibly intimate, every touch sent little jolts of electricity through you.

The kiss deepened, his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly, grounding you, but with a tenderness that contrasted with the kiss, His hips grinding into your clothes core, achingly slow

You couldn’t help but let out little whimpers into his mouth, making him smirk into the kiss. He breaks away once again, trailing kisses down to your neck. The room was filled with your pants and small moans. The mixed sensations of the wet sloppy kisses and the slow grinding against you was driving you insane. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You grip his black hair pulling his head up to eye level with you, “Just fuck me already” your voice came out slightly hoarse, “please”, something shifts inside of him, his slow movements now change to a sense of urgency,

He pulls off his black denim jacket revealing his big frame, followed by his white crew neck. fuck, you gulp once you catch the perfectly sculpted body the jacket was skillfully hiding, This man that you just met would be the death of you.

His gaze met your eyes, a cocky smirk plastered all over his face, “You gonna keep staring or get undressed?”, his voice just as cocky as that stupid smirk on his face but equally, if not more, playful.

You push his check back some, your excuse of a way to feel his chest, and leap off the counter turning towards the sink, you get a glimpse at yourself in the mirror. “What the fuck are you doing y/n,” you said to yourself. You already looked slightly disheveled and all you did was make-out.

The strange man grabs your waist, his lips trailing heated kisses along your neck. His eyes lock onto yours though the mirror, a smoldering gaze that pierces through the reflection. He presses you down, forcing your body to bend over the counter. He could easily overpower you, and you’d be a liar to say it wasn’t turning you on even more. The air was thick with tension as he maintains unwavering eye contact,

His eyes leave yours to lift your skirt, revealing the lace black thong adorning your skin. "Fuck," he breathes, his voice low and husky. He slides the delicate fabric down your legs, his fingers brushing against your clit, making you shudder. "No, none of that," you insist, your voice more desperate than intended. "Just fuck me." His eyes lock with yours in the mirror, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he notices you clench around nothing.

He unbuckles his belt, pulling down his loose jeans and boxers, letting his erection spring free, precum glistening at the tip. He gives himself a few slow pumps before gliding through your wet folds, barely grazing your entrance each time. Growing impatient with his teasing, you plead, "Please." Seeing your face in the mirror, he can't hold back any longer.

Finally, he sinks into you, both of you exhaling a shared breath of satisfaction. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. He feels how tense your body gets.

“Relax mama,” He leans over your small frame, peppering a few kisses on your shoulder, “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise”. You clench again.

You try to relax around his letting out a few gentle staggered breaths, He was thicker than you expected, you needed a little more time to get adjusted to him,

After some time he finally feels you relax around him. With a gentle tap on your hip, he silently asks for permission to continue. You respond with a fervent nod, your voice lost to the intensity of the moment.

“I’ll go slow.” he says reassuring you,

That's exactly what he did, his movements were slow, giving you all the time you need to adjust. Your head hung low, your plump lips slightly parted letting out the prettiest, sweetest moans he has ever heard. You were driving him nuts already,

You felt every single vein that decorated his dick, Your body was growing more and more used to him with each slow thrust he gave you.

You looked so cute and pouty in the mirror, but as cute as you were, he couldn’t take it anymore. His grip on your waist gets a tad bit rougher, grounding you before pulling out, just barely leaving his tip sunken inside of you, before roughly thrusting back into you.

If he didn’t have that grip on you, you would have for sure fell face forward into the mirror. You grip the sides of the sink tryna find a sense of stability over your own body.

He was fucking you hard, and deep.

The room was now filled with the slapping of your bodies meeting, along with the occasional ‘ngh’ and string of curse words that would leave both of your mouths.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me”, his voice is coming out breathless, you simply moan in response unable to form any sort of words, he was turning your brain to mush.

You make the mistake of catching his eyes again staring at you in the mirror, you couldn’t look away, the way his brows were pinched together his pink pierced lip caught in between his lip, The violet glow contouring his dark prominent features.

Neither of you can look away, something shifts in between you, neither of you know if it's the alcohol talking or the pure and raw lust shared between the two of you, His gaze softens for a quick second before he shakes his head putting all his focus back into making sure he gave you the best fuck of your life.

You drop your head, unable to hold it up any longer, loud moans turning into whimpers, he feels you clench around him, you were close.

He speeds up his movements, fucking into you at a harder pace.

You closed your eyes, giving all your focus to the pleasure in between your legs. He felt so good inside of you, too good that neither of you heard the constant ringing of your phone.

Your phone illuminated in the corner of the bathroom, “E ♥” the phone screen read, displaying a picture of you kissing your boyfriend…

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 >>>

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ . . . in which your wait has finally ceased, rather unexpectedly so as he surprises his way right into your arms on christmas eve

starring, navy officer!jungkook x kindergarten teacher!reader tags/warnings, fluff, waiting for your husband on christmas eve, very much inspired by that one line from sabrina's 'slim pickins', sweet couple alert, lower case intended word count, 1.1k note, i'm saur very sorry guys this is also an old piece (guilty). i wasn't able to finish up 'miles from home' on time 🫠. this was a cute lil request i received when i was on another acc so yeas bye lovers hope you enjoy 😘 permanent taglist : @ggukivrse @bangatanily @koosluvss @hobiseightbracelet @seokjinthescientist @nochuel

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“dada! look what i drew for you!”

the little girl’s giggle melts in your ears as soon as you step out of the classroom to drop her off. ara, your brother jin’s daughter was such a bubbly child, closely resembling her dad’s and mom’s soft features.

“jin, hi” you waved at him, nudging ara to her dad as she scurried towards jin’s open arms.

“hi, oh my baby who is this handsome man you’ve drawn right here” he sweetly appreciates his cherubic daughter, cradled in his arms, your smile widens seeing your brother so happy.

“ara, would you draw one for me as well?” you coo into her ears, petting the silkiness of baby hair that is tied up in a cute ponytail.

“yes auntie! i’m going to draw one with uncle jungkook and you!” she pats onto her bag as it clinks with all the colorful pens and papers stuffed inside.

“oh sweetie auntie would love that!” your mind, though, wanders off to jungkook, who is probably in the middle of the vast ocean, working for his country, making everyone proud.

but you sure miss your high school sweetheart, the black haired doe-eyed boy you met years ago, who’s now your husband. 

“__, if you ever feel alone, maybe i can drop ara off at yours sometime so we can getaway a little you know.” he winks lightly at ara’s mom, seated in the car, oblivious to the snarky comment he just made.

“i would love to have ara over, but not this christmas.” your lips curved into a smile.

“jungkook will be home on the 25th, tomorrow. though it’s late, i can still have him with me for a whole month!” you felt like a schoolgirl again, one who is head over heels for that one boy.

“finally that little dork finds time to spend with his wife. literally after dating for almost half of your lives and even marrying you he’s off in the middle of the sea, visiting once in a while like santa.”

jin’s brotherly instincts make you laugh as you shake your head

“i’m proud of him, jin. and i can wait, work here at the kindergarten and even play with ara and would still not feel alone because i know he’s with me everytime.” you say, matter-of-factly as jin mocks you again for acting like a teenager (as if he’s any better), but you didn’t mind, because these fleeting moments of thinking about your husband made you feel alive each time.

“okay then, it’s already evening! see you at christmas dinner tomorrow, and you better come with jungkook.” he “threatens”, making you helpless and thus ushered him to the driver’s seat, waving goodbye to ara, as you walk back to your own car, ending the day’s work at the kindergarten earlier than usual, to start christmas preparations.

you couldn’t wait to add final touches to the tree, and to countdown until the time jungkook comes home, when it would ultimately feel like one.

__

“that’s perfect!” your best friend jiah chimes through the phone, as you proudly show off the apple crumble recipe you were trying to replicate.

“it’s a bit too sweet for my liking though, but jungkook would surely love it.”

“yeah yeah lovergirl, isn’t your nice man home yet?” jiah asks as she is engaged in decorating her tree, busily shuffling through a multitude of gift boxes lying in front of her.

“he’ll only be here tomorrow, but before our usual dinner anyways.” you put the dish away in the refrigerator.

“okay then, i have to put up the star now, it’s long overdue.” you bid goodbye to jiah, sending her a pouty flying kiss, receiving nothing but an eye roll in return. typical.

picking up the gold and red star laying on the centre table, you heave a deep breath before trying to reach the top of the dark forest green christmas tree, already decorated.

after much struggle, but efforts in vain, your short figure hurries to the store room in search of a wooden stool stacked away somewhere.

10 minutes passed, as your defeated form emerges from the store room and leans against the door, high on contemplation as to how you’d accomplish this mission.

“never back down, angel.” you feel your senses coming alive, hearing a voice so familiar, a mix of aftershave and bleu de chanel ringing in your nose, a pair of sturdy arms wrapping around your waist lifting you up to bring you eye-to-eye with the top of the tree, holding you steely on the broad shoulder.

you had him memorized at this point. it was jungkook. his white uniform clad body, fit and firm, fluffy black hair that brushed against your exposed waist through the flimsy material of the red tank top adorned.

say, you’ve taken his words in, quietly leaning forward, placing the star oh so perfectly on the tree, pleasantly but not obviously surprised as you wanted to tease him for a while longer. you knew he’d come to you, even if a day earlier than informed and spend time with you like this. and display of strength? you were a sucker for that, only from the man who’d not let a scar touch your body when he had you close.

he brought you down from his shoulder, immediately towering your frame, eyes finally meeting after almost an year.

“hi” he sweetly muses, making your heart topple over and above.

“hi” you smile, looking up at him.

“can i kiss you?” 15 years of togetherness and here he is, asking you for consent. oh he’s your man, jacked and kind. not the boy you knew years ago.

“please do”

conversations, so short, but they’re still profound. he presses a sweet peck onto your lips, a feather touch, making you yearn for more.

a moment.

coming back up to look into your orbs for a second, he dives back again to your petals, like a man starved, foreheads pressed together, relishing the minute the both of you get engrossed into the kiss. he dips down, and learns you in a way no other can. pulling you closer it seemed like he was going to kiss you until christmas eve. you wouldn’t mind that.

“merry christmas, darling.” he whispers, voice hoarse and warm on the cold winter day.

“i missed you, love. merry christmas.” you kiss his nose in response, as he scrunches them. hands smoothing through the locks of your hair, he stares at you for a minute.

“i’ve made your apple crumbles, extra sweet this time though.” your eyes search his, as he chuckles.

“i think i’d want something just a wee bit more delightful than the desert you made, though.” 

his eyes gleam in mischief, placing you on his lap, cradling you close to his chest, hands ran on it’s own accord, exploring his broad shoulders.

“then let me be your sweetener, babe.”

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ . . . in which he learns you, in a way no other can. it's the intimacy of being understood. of having fate bring you together, and you hold on for eternity.

starring, CEO!jungkook x potteress!oc tags/warnings, an argument, work-time injury and everything in between, explicit content: fingering, use of nicknames like "baby", unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up), kitchen sex, soft aftercare and confrontation. note, i'm not entirely sure how this is— it's prolly js a pwp, an old piece which i modified a bit. tell me what you feel! feedback motivates me to write more! :3 word count, 2k+ permanent taglist : @ggukivrse @bangatanily @koosluvss @hobiseightbracelet @seokjinthescientist* * - (not able to tag!)

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Another miraculously orange morning and you excitedly pace towards the small out-house where you spend half of every day at. You were a potter, one with immaculate skills and rated a whooping five-star among the customers who you attended to. You harbor signature styles and originality in each creation. 

A pretty smile danced across your face as you opened your workstation for the day, setting aside all the pieces that were ready for delivery, drawing the curtains that opened to a sunlit view of the backyard. You have a sip of some freshly brewed coffee, that tasted a bit off, but still the effort counts. 

Jungkook had made you some as soon as you woke up, unusually so, because every morning unfurls into a scene of either him following you around as you help find his keys, or even important files that he was supposed to take care of.

Despite these, he’s always trying to become better. Even the best for you. 

3 years since you vowed to be bound to him for life, under really unforeseen circumstances. Betrayal that still stung in your heart, embarrassment that was hard to wipe off. 

A mistake, or maybe something intentional, you don’t dwell anymore. His brother, Junghoon, who was arranged to marry you, backed out at the last minute and in a haste, Jungkook stepped forward, saving your family’s generational dignity. Binding the both of you forever.

“Good Morning!!” Your husband chimed and opened the door further with a tray of pancakes and maple syrup.

“I wanted to make breakfast in bed, but you wake up so early everyday.” He pushes the door shut with his legs, carefully balancing the food in hand.

You peek further into the tray only to find some pancakes that barely made it alive and the majority completely burned off. You shook your head at his failed attempt in cooking, which wasn't novel.

"Oh lord, you cooked?" You approached him after washing  the clay off your hands and drying them.

"You don't seem impressed.. Do they look that bad, your honor?" He carefully checked the tray in his hold, doe eyes that held the galaxy in them, stared at yours, waiting for a response.

"Okay okay, let's see how it tastes first, then I'll give you the verdict, yeah?" You picked up the fork and dug into the relatively good one.

"It's not bad, I see, you've definitely improved." He presses a kiss onto your temple, feeling victorious as you smile and set the tray aside.

—

"Bye __ !! I'm leaving, see you soon and please take care." His daily reminders pass through your ears once again, as you wave at him with those clay coated hands of yours, a result of the carefully designed pots you're crafting.

You watch him inspect the car, ensuring it's in good condition as always, as his gaze shifts to the window of your workstation, catching yours like a lover's caress, brief and fleeting before driving off.

Your eyes divert back to the small pots you've already made. There were five, but you needed two more to finish with an order. It was for decorating a baby shower venue, so you had extra flowers and ribbons prepared to adorn them once they’re done.

Somehow feeling overwhelmed at the workload and deadlines, you whisper a final “I got this” in attempts of hyping yourself up, before leaning forward and placing the measured amount of clay on the wheel.

The moment you started, however, its sharp blades wounded your hands, and you jerked them back in pain and reflex.

"That.. hurts… where's the first aid." You gaze around the room in such a hurry as it adds to the giddiness in your head along with the blood loss as you somehow manage to get the coffee and gulp it down quickly before tightly tying the cloth you use to wipe your hands, to stop the blood flow.

You did try to finish the order and barely pack them up, before finally deciding to retreat for the day.

___

Plopping down on the couch back at home, you stare at the clock, realizing the time, you quickly rush towards the kitchen in order to prepare something before Jungkook arrives. You were completely focused on work, forgetting to make breakfast in the morning, which ended up in Jungkook's burnt pancakes, so you needed to have something proper for dinner, but with those injuries, it was hard.

Weighing the condition and thinking about what to do snatched away the remaining time, as the sound of Jungkook’s car pulling up into the garage became evident.

"Crap, he's here, what do I do" Nevertheless, you rushed towards the door to open it, only to scrape your injured palm on the coat stand nearby as you hissed in pain, and Jungkook walked in on the sight of his wife holding her palm and wincing.

"Y/N?! What is this, there's so much blood !! Didn't I tell you to stay safe and take care? Is this what I get in return?!" He raised his voice, throwing away his suitcase aimlessly before cradling your hands in his.

"I'm guessing you injured yourself while working,, damn it Y/N why can't you be careful?? If you can't take enough care, then please don't do something you cannot." He blew onto your palm to soothe it down, but you jerked your hands off of his grip and stared at his eyes.

“I’m perfectly aware of what I can, and cannot.” Your glare pierced through his face contorted in a “oh shit I fucked up” expression as his eyes widened further seeing your figure walk off cutting his words, right in front of him.

He shut his eyes tightly in rage, before storming upstairs.

— 

You had to cook dinner anyways and there's no other alternative, thus you managed to set the pan and crack open some eggs, deciding to fry them and finish it off with some cup noodles and chicken.

"Damn this is so hard how do I stir them now" in the end, you had to use your elbows to try beating the eggs, uncomfortably bent over the bowl. Just then, a hand was placed on your waist, straightening your figure up, before taking the whisk in the firm hold of none other than your husband, Jungkook.

"I'm sorry, please let me do this. Go sit down." He apologized and tried to help you, but you wouldn't budge.

"If you wanna eat today, move. I'll manage this." You said, with a tint of hesitation. You needed a helping hand, but your ego was too big to let go.

His breath fanned over the subtle skin of your neck as he bent forward and placed a kiss there, a fresh floral scent wrapping around yours. Like the known, simple assurance of “I got you, baby.”

"Please." He rasped as your hands involuntarily left the whisk as he started with the eggs again, with you still trapped in his arms. 

He gets them perfectly fluffy and ready to be cooked, before pushing it aside as if to make space for something.

Or someone, as his hand comes around you, placing you on the counter with such practiced ease.

“This is why I said I’ll cook and you can wait.” You mumble, but he hears it sharp and clear. 

“Trust me baby, I don’t wanna wait. You know I was just concerned for you right?” He whispers with a genuine apology evident in his voice.

“I know you just wanted to help, Kook. It’s just that.. I just hate… feeling out of control. ” You look down, at his hands on your lap, holding it intact.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, ___. I’m here, and I just want you to be okay.”

“I think I overreacted, a bit?” Your lips morph into a grin, as he rubs his chin in mock-doubt.

A bit.. too much?” He joked, forehead colliding with yours, holding you close, neither of you moving, afraid that this moment would shatter and fade.

You break it, nonetheless into a million pieces and more, clutching the collar of his white shirt just enough to draw him closer. His lips onto yours.

You could feel how he almost stopped breathing, trying to comprehend your new found instinct, the atmosphere shifting heavily.

Regaining composure, his hands slowly began to trace patterns on the sliver of skin exposed through your crop top, yours gripping his shoulders in attempts to bring him impossibly closer. His lips hover over yours in a beat, like a question, as you close your eyes for a second, letting the thoughts sink in, giving him the green light he needed to continue.

He takes your face between his hands then lifts your hand up and places them flat onto the cabinet doors above — all in a frenzy. You don’t care how it might’ve left a mark that you’d have to wipe off later.

All of this, and he suddenly pulls apart, the distance established again between your faces.

“Do you want me to wait? We can take this slow.” He sounded so cocky, and annoyingly hot at the same time.

“Too late.” You bring your hands down, actions biting back on your words as his lips find yours again, like it’s gotten a will of its own, more so at your affirmation. His hands rake over your soft cotton shorts that sit just right on your thighs, slightly hiked up. Rough hands palm through them, just close to where you’re aching the most.

“Y’know, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad?” The ends of his mouth trace the skin beneath your ears, finding the spot that makes you squirm.

“You’re pushing it, Kook.” You let out a small whimper, goosebumps igniting your senses.

“Hmm, I think not.” His head tips to the side, hands pushing your panties aside, dangerously close, but not touching.

Not yet.

“Pleas..e” You choke out, arching forth, hips twitching against his palm to find some kind of relief. Jungkook traces his fingers through your folds, excruciatingly slow.

“Uh-huh, now you wait, okay?” He brushes another hand through your top, lifting it up to brush the underside of your breasts. Your hands move south, tracing his sweatpants before stroking him faintly through the fabric.

He groans, dark eyes staring into yours, “God, do you wanna be the death of me, baby?” Nevertheless he moved his hands relentlessly, fingers slipping in with absolutely no trouble.

“Yes? I don’t know?” You couldn’t even bring yourself to register anything that’s happening. Desperately wanting to make a comeback but failing at each nudge of his hands between your thighs and the way they curl in, taking you then and there.

His thumb runs in circles on your clit, as the pressure builds in just right, your legs start to shake as you whimper something like “Oh, right there” and he hears it. Again.

“You do know now, huh? Right here? Fuck okay.” And oh how he curls his ring finger in, the cold metal of it adding to the tight knot forming in your lower belly.

And you completely shatter. Shake and thrash around, the sight of your wedding band on his finger that’s absolutely ruining you right now— almost tips you over the edge.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so fucking well.” Your nails dig into his shoulder, letting your orgasm take over, as he lets out a low guttural “uh” that descends to a groan, eyebrows furrowed as he watches you.

“Shit, is this all f’me, darling?” He looked dazed. As if it was all a dream. You falling apart on his hands, back arched, all for him.

“Mhmm” You owed him a better response but you were too fucked out to care. Straightening your clothes, his calloused hands lifted you down, the sudden contact with the cold tiles feeling foreign to your feet.

“Turn around, hands on the counter so I can fuck you better.” 

Your stomach flips at the tone, hands immediately gripping on the edge and in a heartbeat, shorts hitting the floor as he fumbles with his own pants, as you slowly look at him behind, helping him pull it off. 

The eye contact snapped through your spine like a bolt of lightning.

“What? I just wanted to help.” You shrug.

“Fuck, if you pull shit like this, I fear I won’t last long.” He shuffles closer, angling your bodies better, sweaty palms pressing onto the back of your neck.

“I should take you to bed, fuck you deep and slow,” you arch back, growing arousal becoming too much to handle, seeking some sort of friction on his cock that’s almost touching your wet folds.

“What’s stopping you then?” You reach back to palm him, from the tip, upwards as a broken chant of your name rumbles through his chest pressed against your back, the heat of the moment leaving your bodies sweaty and craving for more.

That was more than enough for him to come out of the daze your figure— sprawled out under him on the kitchen counter— put him in as hands covered in your slick from earlier pushed your torso down flat onto the counter.

“I’m so fucking glad I married you. I love how you’re always all ready for me, just like this.” He lines up behind you, sliding inside without friction.

“J-jungkook, you’re so-” He fills you up, raw and deep like promised, hips thrusting confidently, hands probably leaving a mark on your ass with a grip so tight.

“You’re soaked, love. So pretty, fuck.” He slurs, your cheek rubbing against the counter every time he fucks into you.

All of this puts you in a state of mind too unclear, hazy, your whole body giving in to whatever he’s doing to you, and you feel it, all too familiar. His hands reach forward, rubbing your nipples through the tank top still clad on you, the rhythm never faltering as he brings you closer to the edge again.

“I can feel you, baby, tell me how badly you wanna cum ‘round me.” He slows down a little, breath hitching with each slow brush of his dick in you.

“Please, Kook, More- I need to- fuck please let me cum please.” Your eyes shut close, squinting at the feeling of the high that’s approaching fast. This was something new… real, for you in just a year of marriage. Like you’re becoming one.

“Need it so bad, don’t you?” He picks up again, ramming into you with a force that has your hands almost bruising with the grip on the edge of the table. 

“Take it then. Take me, you’re d-doing fuck, wanna feel you, let go, ___” palming your ass, his thumb comes in contact with your clit, and all too sudden, “I’m- Jungkook I can’t ohgod- fuckk”  like he said, you let go, around him in the most intense orgasm of your life.

“You feel so f’good.” He helps you ride it out while chasing his own high, as you let out a weak shivering cry at the sensation.

“Do you want me to pull out?” His voice was fucked up, the sentence forming in a half-growl as you disapprove, making him mumble a string of profanities and a broken moan, which was all it took for hot ropes of cum to fill you up completely. 

“Oh my fuck, love, do you feel that?” He stills and exhales a shaky breath behind you, that hits the nape of your neck as he plants a few kisses there.

“Are you okay, __?” 

“Hmm stay, please.” You say, too tired, completely basking in the afterglow.

“I’m going nowhere, but we gotta clean up, yeah?” He pulls you up, holding you close to keep you on two feet, kissing your half-lidded eyes open.

“Stay awake, we’ll hit the bed soon okay? C’mon.”

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The low hum of the aircon and the soft scent of your shower gel filled the room, head resting on Jungkook’s arm around you, as his other arm continued to soothe the wound in your hand with brief touches.

“I’m sorry for storming out like that, I couldn’t complete the order and everything was just out of place.” You intertwined his fingers with yours, which never seemed to leave the bandage on your hand.

“It’s okay, what matters is we learnt something about each other today.” His eyes, however, remained zeroed in on the wound as you shake your head with a light chuckle. 

“I’m fine, Kook. Don’t push it.” You look up at his face that now carried the same lopsided grin from earlier. Annoying, but yours.

“Yeah, sure, who was the one begging to cum on my- ouch!” You swat at his chest, narrowing your eyes at his laugh that echoed through the room.

He hovers over you, pressing a long kiss to your lips, the smile never fading.

“We’re just starting with this relationship, and I'm more than ready to learn everything about you. Are you?"

"Yes I am." You kiss him again, feeling whole. Feeling like you’re his. 

I'm ready to learn everything about you, was the new "I love you". 

NO ONE, BUT YOU ⋆ 전정국

. . . . KISS ME, dangerous. been so lost without you all around me . . .

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"Hold my hand in secret and kiss me when no one's looking."

Eyes skimming around the sky now felt like a burden, you just wanted to give up and collapse, finally, onto the couch or the ground would even do— for how you felt like a human wrapped in a cyclone, world feeling dizzy as fuck.

There behind, as the only source of light apart from the moon ablaze —an otherwise fluttering sight to drink in, if it weren't for the current scenario— lay your phone, chats blowing up like gushing water following a drought.

Him, Jungkook, is your best friend but with benefits. A mutual help was what you agreed upon but eventually it became really hard for your heart to continue to bottle up the feelings growing in, with each touch, each caress and each contact. Skin to skin.

Walking up towards the little table across the balcony, you pick up your phone, scanning the texts you just received from Jungkook. How he portrayed all the words, you couldn't believe he was feeling so. 

Reciprocated. 

Your love was bound back in all means from his fucking heart. Jeon Jungkook's heart. 

Days ago, you were shattered by what he asked for, after you had your timbers shivering and knees clamping in all seriousness of the confession he presented before you.

Everything seemed to wash into your mind all at once, making things twice as hard. Tossing the gadget away, landing safe on the couch, his chat was still open. You took yourself into your well-kept bedroom, for a cup of water so that every piece of information, each adversity and ecstasy would sink in thoroughly.

"Hold my hand in secret and kiss me when no one's looking."

These couple of words echoed to and fro inside your tight heart, remembering when this was part of the "contract" / help you were lending to each other. He needed you, but was scared of society. A shit ton of insecurities ate him up alive each time, when he thought about how he'll be judged to be "using" you, the daughter of a revered model in South Korea. 

But all you know is, you love him for good. You'd never regret being his friend and now, someone he loves. Society has clamped a huge pressuring weight on each one’s shoulder. Sometimes it is the constant nagging to remain perfect. Sometimes it's how you're not perfect / likable. 

You don't give two hoots about the media, your "famous" family and your friends who go blind at shiny things. You'd gave no fucks about big and bold in the community. If you got the chance now, like right now, it'll be you on one knee with an imperfectly perfect paper ring, proposing to someone who already has your heart wrapped around in his strong fists. 

"Oh, Jeon. You make me fucking crazy." You whisper, now, admiring the sky feels less a burden, that heart of yours somehow eased into peace.

She flipped, landed and spun in circles every time he touched you. Everytime his fingers came in contact with the one tiny tattoo resting on top of the skin right next to your sternum. Everytime he kissed you there and traced it with his tongue.

Funny how you address your heart as if it was a person, right? It is. Now, she has safely landed upon something, hilarious much, again how she found peace, her world in the chaos.

"Can I take her for a ride then?" You jumped at the sudden cameo of a familiar raspy voice. Yes. That's it. It's the very voice you longed to hear, even after all the confusion and frustration. 

"Jungkook.." Oh. So you've been thinking out loud. Not embarrassing at all.

"Are you gonna let me in or should I stay hanging on your balcony?" He tightens the grip around the railing, trying to stay intact.

"Shit, sorry." You finally move, grabbing his wrists, surely not helping much as he pulls up and jumps over, hands landing taut around your waist as soon as he's on ground-level.

His eyes roam around yours, spewing a thousand words through its gaze.

And her. Your heart.

She was absolutely down. Damn much.

Toppling over and crash landing in the walls trying to break out and finally run into his heart.

"Calm down you stupid little organ. I'm not affected. No, not one bit." 

You ironically smiled at him, as he raised a brow at you. Amusement written across his annoyingly good looking face.

"Stop."

"You're making me feel, Han." He spat, fierce and quiet.

"Stop this, or I might lose myself. And I'm fucking not taking myself back. Ever."

You exhaled, the anxiety slowly waving goodbye. He's playing.

"Is that so? Then hold my hand and make me yours as the world witnesses us, Jungkook. I know for a fact that nothing can change now. It’s now, or never." Both of you were deprived. It's been days since you saw him after the controversy that arose along with a few pictures of you spending time with him, all around social media.

It immediately sent your mind to overdrive, already seeing an end to the 6 month long arrangement.

But more than that, the years long friendship you shared with this man standing in front of you.

However, his eyes swam over yours, alerting you that he doesn't give a fuck. None about the media, none about your background.

He scoffs, leaning in. "The problem is,," 

He does that, for the first time in ages. He holds your chin to face him, like he used to do, back then. Now there's different emotions mixed in, with all the lust.

Love. 

"If I kissed you, now and here, I'd not be able to stop. Don't fucking expect me to."

And there, his lips fall on yours, like a missing puzzle, skin hot against each other as he eventually picks you up in the process, and puts you down, towering over once again.

The gates of hell opened once more, as he pressed open mouthed kisses next to the v-line of your body-con, on the tattoo.

He wanted your body, pressed up against his heart.  Your hands, spreading his thoughts. Gripping your love, hope and desires, cupping them with nothing but passion. Fire. You felt his soul breathing heavily against your collarbones. You felt him nibble all the un uttered thoughts onto your ears. His hopes, naked on your skin. You needed each other. In a way unexplainable for eternities to come.

. . . . 'Cause people believe that they're gonna get away for the summer . . . .

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⎙ He was the still wave among the chaotic ripping tides— one that anchored youduring that unforgettable visit to your grandma's beach house— now on the verge of being sold.

Loaded with the responsibilities and emotions of spending the last week in Jeju, — will the new relationships and memories turn into something more, or will they just turn into bittersweet echoes of that one summer miles away from home.

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pairing, surfer!jungkook x f!reader tags/warnings, reader has had strict parents and this is her first time experiencing something alone— fully under her control, he is a surfer and owns a little shop for tourists who wants to explore the beach, a whole summer-beach house-fling kind of setting, fluff, smut, angst— the unavoidable trifecta, the characters do have some base-level lore too, longfic [series] note, this is the ultimate result of me listening to like a set of 4 songs ON REPEAT like it was a necessity, linking a playlist soon below, this is going to come out only on may but i couldn't wait to share a snippet of this scene i was working on literally at 2 am in the morning because i couldn't sleep. yeah call me productive. moodboard

love diaries music rec,

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The waves ripple, gently caressing your bare feet, like a timid reminder about what you’re about to get yourself into on a random Saturday morning.

It does not feel all that haphazard though— seeing Jungkook knelt down in front, waxing the surfboard— the coconutty whiff of its scent soothes your senses for at least a moment before going full-on panic mode again.

“I don’t think today’s weather’s the best one for surfing, Matty you agree right?” you caress Matilda’s velvety muzzle as she barked in glee, jumping around the sand.

“She fully disagrees, c’mere” He looks up from the board, patting his upper thigh as you tilt your head in confusion.

“You need some feet gear, I’ll help.” He casually offers as if this happened on a daily— the way it rolled off his tongue so easily as he ran a hand behind his suit to dust it off of extra sand.

Nothing about this situation was routinely.

It was astounding how, in this very beach your grandma once adored so much, you were about to take leaps of faith and courage, experiencing completely new things way out of your comfort zone.

Jungkook crouches down, palms holding your bare feet now about to be clad in literal surfing gear, as he helps you into them with practiced ease.

“All set?” He comes up, a light smile spread across his face, taking a double look at your figure wrapped in the wetsuit rented from his own small beachside shop.

“Yeah, I’m literally about to set records— just me and my little surfboard.” Even the tiniest attempts to lighten the knot in your stomach and breath caught too hard in the middle of your throat, were in vain.

“Sure, set as many as you want, but I’ll deserve partial credit.” He catches a hold of your shoulder, maneuvering towards the board.

“What if I say you get full credit? Can I go back home? Matty might be hungry.” You fret in his arms, but he holds you still.

“Woah what happened to the bravery from minutes ago?” Jungkook’s hands come round your waist and all that you feel are the points of contact between your skin even through the thick material of the suits. He anchors you forth, steadying the surfboard under your feet.

“I’ve given you enough dryland training and you said you swim? You’re fine, __.” 

“But Matty-”

“She’s with Tae, I’m here with you. Let’s go?” Those words did calm you down more than you’d admit.

The humidity gets to your face quickly, gathering up a bright sheen on your skin.

No, you’re not sweating, obviously not.

It definitely has nothing to do with the vast expanse of waters laying free, welcoming you in with a warning. Fear. 

The initial inhibition was gnawing at your insides.

However, you feel his secure stance behind, and that was finally convincing enough for you to take the next step.

“I’m ready, Jungkook.”

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when that one senior you met in med school— when life felt like a suffocation, a heartbeat too loud in your ears— unknowingly became a part of your daily. he was supposed to feel intimidating, unapproachable. but oh was he the total opposite.

those fleeting moments, the unsaid efforts are now tangled in between your friendship that's just about to make a 180 turn.

they say, change is the only constant but what if you want to be the variable to that equation?

starring, dental surgeon!jk, intern f!reader category, written, situationship (?) au, fluff, smut, angst (teeny bit), senior-junior friendship that kinda spirals. note, this was purely intuitive because i wanted to start something lighthearted and fun, but then kinda lost track and now i want it to be a whole series, so we'll see where it goes ig. updates, might be slow/vary this month but soon will get consistent ! taglist, comment on this post/send me an ask with your username to be added ! [TAGLIST STATUS : OPEN.]

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INDEX :

entry 01 : handlebars

more soon. . .

" . . . I SEE MY REFLECTION in your eyes . . . "

brief, in which you're both graduating together starring, the honorable bsf2l (?) trope words, 1.5k tags/warnings, none! i got inspired from a reel, and here we are almost an hour later, so not proof read!! (which also explains the lack of a proper header but im just a girl <3) love diaries music rec, "reflections" — the neighborhood, "get you" — daniel caesar

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“you’re not wearing that tie, jeon! go put on the one mom bought.” you scramble around the house, feet thudding against the soft wooden floors— almost imitating your panicked state.

12.15 pm. and two more hours till you enter a new phase of life, graduate from college and move on.

shuffling through the drawers lined on your shared dorm with him, eyes darting to every possible corner, but in vain.

plopping down on the softness of his bed, you huff in exasperation, because this can’t be happening. 

not at the eleventh hour.

the sheets crinkle, slight rustle pronounced through the air-conditioned room, making you turn around to blabber even more complaints into his ears.

but those get swallowed into a whirl, fades away as your best friend, suitemate and something like a childhood partner in shenanigans? the one who you shared toys with begrudgingly at the constant nag of your respective parents and many things you couldn’t cohere at the moment.

really.

wholly out of the usual hoodie situation that didn’t seem to do justice to his dedicated hours at the gym, Jungkook is knelt down, clad in a midnight black tuxedo that you swear was non-existent in his list of clothes that enunciated his features better, in fact he’s never looked like this. the last time was probably on prom day, while another girl clung onto his arms throughout the evening, without letting go.

who would?

your analysis comes to an abrupt end, like those unfinished projects that lay, calm and quiet in Adobe Premiere Pro, because being film majors, it was inevitable.

however that’s not the point.

the matter of concern is how after looking like a character straight out of some rom-com, he sits next to you, adjusting his toe socks.

iron man toe socks.

“are you wearing those to a literal graduation party?” your query comes out, but it’s laced with a not so graceful laugh, a snort coming out after to just complete it.

“you’re not exactly being subtle, __.” unbeknownst to your inner battle, he looks up with slightly wide eyes screaming at you for offending the priceless possession.

“y’know what, i’ll personally buy you some real pair of socks because that,” you point to his feet from which a comical iron-man glared at you. “cannot even be categorized as one.” 

“i know, but this makes me feel at home, you wouldn’t understand a man’s pain.” he dramatically sighs, “if you don’t wanna be my date you could just say that.” those words came out gentler, and even though you knew it was a silly banter, his eyebrows contorting in contemplation defied your thoughts.

“you think i wouldn’t come with you for grad just because of a sock?” you tsk, trying to loosen up the atmosphere that held something unsaid, a little heavier.

but he remained quiet, adjusting the sleeves of the tux to his reflection in the mirror.

several minutes passed with a charged silence.

he was your day one. enrolling in film school wasn’t exactly what your family supported, but Jungkook whipped up an entire presentation— that spanned from your mindless doodles on the blank pages of his science textbook to a whole graphics scheme you created with nothing but cheap, free software and a dream— meeting up with the both of your parents to put forth a pros and cons list. he cleverly snuck in his similar wish of going to college with you, which will probably be the only fact that elevated the chances, landing you here. 

with Jungkook, about to be recognized as accomplished graduates, with impressive portfolios to name.

he knows you better.

best.

you move, finally, rounding the corner to get closer to the dressing table as Jungkook added a spritz of cologne to his neck, a few drops grazing your black silk, front slit dress laced with a floral assemblage at the cleavage.

now his scent was bound to stay for the rest of the evening.

but this time, you don’t complain.

instead, you extend your hands forward, that proudly clasped a red, furry box, golden letters engraved on the centre. 

“Dior?” he examines the box, voice still wrapped around with weight, slowly opening it.

“what the fuck, you found it!” he exclaims, forgetting about the feud, turning around immediately to scoop you in his arms, his hold.

bleu de chanel. on him, now on you too.

the cologne mixed with the heavenly combination of his body wash that you always tried to get your hands on, now sticks onto you. clings like it’s got tentacles, hooking in.

you sigh into his neck, that elicits visible goosebumps on his  skin, laughing lightly as his fingers lazily traces the slit of your dress.

two centimeters. hypothetically if his fingers linger a bit more, and move towards the right, it would be met with the smooth expanse of your exposed thigh.

nevertheless it remains on the silk, outlining the light pink flowers embroidered on them.

“you found this, so i’ll forgive you for insulting my socks.” he whispers into your ears, ever so carefully like he’ll break the moment, if anything.

“Kook?” you call out, his response almost instantly vibrating with a soft hum to your senses.

“you’re too obvious. i know you’d wanna wear the matching tie i disagreed on. isn’t that why you made such a fuss, hm?” you knew he could sense your understanding from the tone.

caught red handed.

Jungkook comes up, slyly grinning at you through his doe eyes, plump lips following suit.

“you were just too adamant on not wanting to match! why would i wear the one mom bought, if i already have another one” he justifies, but you just shake your head, hands folding at the chest.

“it’d look corny with your all black suit, i was just being considerate of your fashion, but if you don’t wanna be, sure.” you shrug, but he just comes behind, tightening the emory green tie, with bold flowers patched onto it, totally not aligning with his tuxedo.

his arms wrap around your shoulders, hands bringing the flimsy material of the tie forward, placing it on your chest, closer to the flowery lace right next to the neckline of your dress.

“the whole point of a date is to match, __.”

you just stare at his eyes through the mirror, and then at your reflection.

and just relax into his arms.

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“congrats, babyyyy!” jina, classmate and project partner, hugs you from the side, putting the nth garland around you, and pushing a gift onto your already filled hands as she struts, pulling Jungkook’s hand to get his attention.

he turned to one side, talking to your parents and clicking a few pictures of you little sister for her social media.

his focus shifts to you, and a smiley jina who just wanted her pictures taken, before meeting someone else.

“Kook! quick, she has to go.” you rush, his skin gleaming under the beaming May sun.

You pose, as he captures the moments on his ever-cherished camera, approving the shots with a thumbs-up.

“see you soon, girl” jina offers you a hug once again, and leaves in a flash to join the others.

“hey, __. look at me.” he adjusts the camera hanging on his shoulders, the backyard almost empty again, as everyone heads to the after party.

“we don’t have time, let’s go, come on.” you nudge on his hands, but he just

stays.

“i wanna take a photo.”

huh? you took 100s with him, worth all the storage your iCloud could stand.

he remains firm, tugging all the gifts and miscellaneous things from your hold, laying it safely on the grass behind.

this must be one of his antics, to just save time from socialising 

you give in anyway, setting your long brown locks to cascade behind your back, running down to your waist.

Jungkook seemed to fall back for a beat, staring at your figure before slowly bringing the camera to focus.

you expect a countdown to three maybe, conventional, the old style of “1,2,3 say cheese!”

basics of photography, 101.

“i love you.” he knocks you out of breath. 

three words, just not the ones you saw coming.

unexpected, unfiltered, pure confession.

nonetheless, you smile wide at the lenses of the Canon camera that flickered in front of your eyes. 

happier than ever.

you wish, that would’ve given him the answer he seeked for.

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