Pink Kookie

⚤ pairing — reader + Jeon Jungkook (bts)

✎ word count — 3.5k

✦ genre — smut

✗ warnings — gratuitous sex, pwp

[A/N] this just wouldn’t get out of my head since I caught up with bon voyage and i couldnt function without writing it so here u go hope u enjoy suffering as i have suffered i hate jungkook and i hate @over-kooked (by which I mean I love them w my whole entire heart n soul uwu)

It’s late when you arrive at the rental house in Malta. You expect everyone to be asleep, but your boyfriend had been eagerly anticipating your arrival and his excitement had kept most of the others awake well into the night.

You’re greeted by the sound of music playing, the smell of dinner still lingering from the kitchen and the welcoming arms of your overexcited boyfriend. He holds you so tight you think maybe he’ll break you, but you hug him back just as tight, hoping he never lets go.

He insists that you eat with him first and foremost, having saved his dinner to enjoy with you and you’re grateful as he leads you by the hand into the kitchen and puts a reheated plate in front of you. Jungkook tells you about their stay so far, all the sights they’ve seen and the adventures they’d gone on already that day. He tells you that you HAVE to see the view at sunset, and promises to take you to a very special spot. He wants to take your picture there, he says, and you smile brightly at him because of course Jungkook would prioritize taking your picture in the sunset instead of the actual sunset.

You don’t mention it until the others are leaving your company and heading off to their rooms for the night, but when you’re alone you tell Jungkook that they look ridiculous in their matching pajamas.

“Ridiculously cute.” He counters after wrinkling his nose in mock disgust at your comment.

“The pink clashes with your hair.” You tell him, but what you don’t say is that the thin material of his Cooky pj’s really make the muscles in his chest and his back stand out, and from the moment you laid eyes on him you had this deep, overwhelming urge to be held.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He chuckles at you, “I know you think I’m the cutest.”

“True,” You admit, “But you still look ridiculous.”

His only response is to send you a wink and a kiss across the table and you want to roll your eyes, but your cheeks are flushed and your heart is fluttering. He knows the effect he has on you and he’s always using it against you.

It had been a while since you were able to sit down and enjoy a meal together, his hectic schedule had dipped into your alone time lately. You were thankful he invited you, even if you had to miss the first couple of days before you were able to fly out to join him. Something simple like sitting down and enjoying a meal together was a rare occurrence, and one neither of you took for granted.

It was pushing 3am when you finished eating and Jungkook pushed away from the table, stretching his arms up over his head and groaning.

“We did so much walking today.” He mumbles to you, “I’m already so stiff.”

“I can rub your legs for you.” You say, and he smiles at you, standing up immediately at your offer and walking around to extend his hand to you. You take it and stand up, and he pulls you briefly into an embrace, his lips pressing to the corner of your mouth tenderly.

“Guess what.” He whispers, pulling back and meeting your eyes, his puffy with sleep and his lips curling into a soft smile.

“What?”

“We have our own room.” Jungkook replies, his voice lilting as he grins down at you excitedly.

“We do?” You ask, just as excited as your boyfriend. “You mean, all to ourselves?”

“We played a game for it and I thought for sure at least Jimin hyung would try to get the second room, but nobody claimed it but me.” He explains briefly, once again tugging you by the hand and leading you this time to the middle bedroom. He flings open the door dramatically, “Tadah!” he says as he gestures with both hands to the empty room, a big bed littered with his things in the center.

“Wow!” You exclaim, “The bed’s big!”

“And it’s all ours.” He boasts, rushing in ahead of you and belly flopping onto the mattress.

You cover your mouth to stifle your giggles, knowing the others are asleep (or getting there) and you turn to shut and lock the door. Jungkook gets out of bed and puts his things away, telling you there’s a private bathroom in your room and if you wanted to, you could take a bath together.

“Hmm, that sounds nice.” You smile, “But I just got off the plane, I think I should have a quick shower and then just go to bed, I’m so tired.”

“Sure, baby.” He embraces you briefly again and kisses the top of your head, before he turns to get back in the bed, patting your butt before you walk off to the bathroom.

You feel exhausted but the shower succeeds in soothing your aching neck and back from the long hours on the plane. You wash up quickly, brush your teeth, and when you return to the bedroom Jungkook is sprawled out under the blanket, a packet of snacks in his lap and one arm tucked behind his head as he listens quietly to the music playing from the phone on his chest.

“Still want me to rub your legs?” You ask him and he smiles and nods at you.

He kicks the blanket off his feet as you move to come sit beside him, and he’s giggling because it just clicked that you’re wearing matching pajamas.

“I thought you said these are ridiculous?” He teases you, lifting one leg so you can sit down and then putting it across your lap.

“No,” You scoff, “I said YOU look ridiculous, the four of you all dancing around in your matching pj’s, and YOU especially, with your pink hair.”

“Well they look really cute on you.” He says, groaning briefly as your fingers begin to knead into the stiff muscle of his calf.

“I know.” You smile at him.

You both grow quiet after he laughs at you for that, save for the soft sounds of relief that he makes as you work over his leg muscles. His thighs are tense, too, so you rub up from his calf and linger on the thickest part of his thigh for a little bit. He’s making the nicest sounds as you do, groaning and encouraging you with hisses of breath and then hurried whispers of, “Ah~ there, right there..”

You’re so focused on making him feel good, on watching your fingers work out the stiffness in his legs or his expression when he makes a particularly nice sound, that you don’t realize for quite a long while that anytime you glance up to see his expression, you don’t look to your left at his face. Instead, you’re looking in front of you at the tall mirror that’s sitting directly across from the bed.

It seems Jungkook notices around the same time you do, following your line of vision until your eyes meet through the mirror, and he asks with a smile, “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” You reply.

“I like that mirror.” He states, pointing to it briefly. “When I first got here I thought, it was a little bit awkwardly placed. But now…I’m thinking…”

He trails off and your cheeks burn at the implication of his words, but honestly once you realized you had been glancing at the mirror the whole time you rubbed his legs, you were thinking the exact same thing.

Jungkook sits upright in bed and reaches for you, drawing you up to his body like a rag doll and laying back down with you against his chest. He’s warm and firm under you and you shift your position a little as he tilts his head to kiss you, your hands resting on his broad chest.

He kisses you slow and deliberate, his lips firm and demanding when he goes to deepen it. He hums against you when he feels your tongue respond to his, and one of his hands settles on your lower back, parting his legs and pressing you into him a little harder. Jungkook wants you to feel him growing hard, you know, so you shift your hips, rubbing into him a little bit and you smile into the kiss when his cock pulses to life under the slightest bit of friction.

He groans when you move to straddle him, sitting up straight and breaking the kiss. He licks the his lips, his eyes hooded as he watches you above him, hands planted firmly on his chest, and then he glances to his left. You follow his line of vision and find yourself seeing a new angle of yourself and your boyfriend. From this position, you can see from his chest down to the top of his thighs, and yourself from the side, straddling his lap. The mirror was tall enough you could see all of yourself from where you sat, but the most important part was where your eyes locked - right under your ass and the firm chest under your hands.

Jungkook grips your hips, flexing his fingers briefly before he tugs you down hard into his groin, lifting his hips, grinding up against you hard but slow. You moan softly, and he does it again. And again.

“Fuck,” He hisses. “Your ass.”

You giggle, finding it amusing that he was watching your ass as you moved down against him, matching his pulsating movements. You turn back to face him in front of you, amused, and lean down to kiss his lips briefly again. Then you push away from him, standing off to the side of the bed and looking down at him.

Jungkook really does look ridiculous is those pink pajamas, with his bulging muscles clearly visible through the thin fabric and his vibrant hair. He’s biting his lip so hard you wonder if it hurts, and you lean down to kiss his lips softly to melt his tension away, your hand moving to slip into the front of his pj pants. He’s already mostly hard when you pull his cock free, and you tug the waistband of his pants down a little farther so you can reach him without barrier.

The thick erection pulses in your grip, the head throbbing with the beat of his heart and Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for what you’re going to do next. He whispers your name softly when you just stand there, holding it in your hand and admiring the way it throbs and grows even harder in your grip, drawing your attention to his eyes.

“Take this off,” You tell him, using your other hand to briefly tug on the material of his pajama top and he does so without hesitation, lifting it over his head and flingint it across the room as if the mere existence of the thing offended him personally. When he lays back down you move to get back on the bed between his spread legs, and you wrap your fingers around the length of his cock again, glancing briefly to your right to see that, across the side of the bed, you could very plainly see yourself, mouth hovering inches above his erection.

“Please.” He whispers to you, and he sounds so sweet and like he needs it so bad that you don’t bother wasting anymore time enveloping in your mouth. You do shift your legs around a little, moving to his side instead of sitting between his legs, so you can see yourself in the mirror as you bob your head slowly up and down, coating his length in saliva. Each passage of your mouth up and down makes him whimper ever so slightly, and you know he’s trying to be quiet because the others are asleep in the house.

So you suck harder, faster, your eyes meeting his own in the mirror and he groans softly at first, but then a little louder.

“Fuck!” Jungkook hisses, “Aish, you drive me crazy,” He groans, his head tilting back on the pillows and baring his neck. You wrap your hand around his length and kiss up his stomach, over his chest, and latch onto his neck. He moans, the sound rumbling from his chest and vibrating your mouth on his throat, and you lick and suck at him there briefly, not wanting to give him a mark but unable to resist the length of his neck when he bares it like that.

“Keep sucking,” He tells you desperately, “I want to watch.”

It’s not like you could ever truly tell him no, so you move from his throat back down, kissing your way down, until your lips wrap around the tip of his cock again obediently. Jungkook tangles his fingers in your hair and watches you suck him off with his lips parted and his eyes wide, not wanting to miss a second. The new angle he’s seeing you from is intoxicating and before long, his breath is coming out ragged and his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

The sight in front of your is much different than what you’re used to. If you’re not focused on pleasing him and keeping your eyes shut when you blow him, normally you’re looking up at Jungkook’s face and typically, his head is thrown back or he’s staring intently down at you as he pants and begs you to keep going. But this is wholly different for both of you, watching your reflection in the mirror gives you both a new perspective and it’s exciting and somehow makes you feel powerful.

As you focus sucking the tip of him, swallowing the taste of precum from your tongue, Jungkook thinks to himself that, surely, he’s never felt anything better in his entire life. Surely, he thinks that he’s never gotten better head. His face and his chest are flushed an appealing shade of red that clashes with his dyed hair and the pink of his pajama bottoms, and you can’t help but to grin up at him as you pull him from your mouth, stroking him steadily with your hand and tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip teasingly.

“Does it feel so good, baby?” You coo up at him.

“God, yes,” He breathes. “Do you want me to cum like this? Because otherwise you need to come up here and sit on it, baby.”

Giggling, you pull away from him only to flop onto your back and kick off your pj’s quickly, then you climb up his body and straddle him, sitting on his lower belly, avoiding his erection at first. You kiss him, letting him taste the faint salty flavor of himself on your tongue, which makes him moan into your mouth. His hands are impatient, trying to grip your hips and guide you onto his cock but you resist for a moment, focusing on the kiss instead. Before you can thoroughly indulge yourself in his mouth and his tongue, Jungkook’s hand is between your thighs, stroking two fingers up and down your slit, feeling how wet sucking him off made you.

You moan out loud at the feel of his fingers right where you wanted them most, and Jungkook pulls back from your kiss and hisses, “Sshh! They’re sleeping.”

“Sorry,” You mumble, blushing slightly. “That feels good.”

“I know it does.” He chuckles at you, “Do you want more?”

You nod, and he presses his fingers just right, rubbing against your swollen clit. You moan his name softly, leaning down and whispering it against his lips and he kisses you again, nice and slow as he works your pussy with sure fingers. Jungkook holds you still above him with one hand as his other is busy pleasing you, keeping you in place until he’s fingered you open enough to take his cock, then he shoves your hips and forces you into position over him, straightening you with a push so you’re straddling him.

“Put it in you.” He tells you in a hurried whisper.

You reach under you and grip his cock, lining him up underneath you, then you sit down, impaling yourself on him. Jungkook is watching himself disappear into you before he groans and glances back over to his left at the mirror, watching the subtle way your hips shift back and forth as you take more of him inside. He mutters a curse under his breath and grips your hips tight, making you move right away, unable to wait any longer.

Despite being on top, you’re definitely not in control as Jungkook holds your waist and keeps you still, fucking up into you and setting the pace for you. Even though the view from above Jungkook as you plant your hands firm on his chest to keep balance is breathtaking, you can’t help but to look to your right at the mirror for a different perspective.

Your eyes focus on Jungkook’s hips, rutting up quick and insistent to fuck up into you, the muscles in his abdomen bunched and tight. His hands were holding you tight in order to ensure that he was in charge of the situation, despite you being on top. All you could do was double over a little to keep your balance, hands perched on his chest.

Jungkook grunts and his hips stutter briefly before he slows to a stop, pulling you down hard against him so that he’s so deep in you, you ache briefly.

“Jungkook,” You moan softly. He pushes your hands away from his chest and tugs you down to kiss him, mouth moving quick and insistent, like he’s trying to devour you and you melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.

“Sit up,” He tells you in a hurry, pushing you away again with an eagerness that you match happily, “Lay down.” Jungkook pushes and pulls until he has you draped over the side of the bed, and briefly you’re a little bummed out because you can’t see the mirror across the side of the bed anymore, as it’s behind you, but Jungkook pushes himself inside of you and your head falls back in bliss and you realize, you can still see the mirror like this, if you let your head hang over the side of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook murmurs sweetly, kissing the length of your exposed throat as you watch his mouth glide over your skin from the mirror, head clouding with desire.

Jungkook can never kiss your neck without biting down just a little too hard, and with his cock throbbing and buried balls deep in you, you can’t help but to cry out at the pain from his teeth and he soothes it with his tongue, eyes lifting to meet your own in the mirror.

“Ssh.” He tells you again and you nod silently as he pulls away, sitting up on his knees and lifting your ass off of the mattress, settling you partly in his lap before he starts to move in you again.

It’s intoxicating, to watch yourself get fucked like this. You don’t know how you manage to take it without crying out for him again but you do. He’s fucking you so hard and he needs to stop and reposition because the bed is squeaking in an obvious sort of way. He shuffles the two of you a little, so you’re a little bit more to the side but it gives you a really good view of his cock disapearing into your wet cunt over and over again when he lowers your left leg.

“I’m close, Kookie.” You gasp, fingers digging into his forearms and he fucks you harder in response. The bed starts to squeak again and he doesn’t stop, so you lift your head in shock and stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Jungkook!” You scold quietly, “Ssh!”

“Cum.” He hisses as you through clenched teeth, not stopping or adjusting his position or speed so the bed would stop making so much noise. He‘s not playing games and he’s not going to stop, you realize this when his fingers find your sensitive clit and he rubs it in determined circles, so you let your head fall back and you watch in the mirror as he takes you. It doesn’t take you long and the second Jungkook feels your cunt spasm around him, he buries himself inside of you as deep as he can get and he cums with you, groaning in relief and panting as if he’d been drowning and was taking his first breath of air.

The sound of the bed squeaking slows and then stops, but not half a second afterwards do you hear a banging on the wall behind the headboard of the bed. Both of you glance at the wall, sweating and eyes wide as you hear Namjoon’s muffled voice carry from the room on the other side, “Give it a rest, you two! Go to sleep!”

I Heard a Rumor. jjk

Banner credits to the talented @introgfx

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, college!au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, friends to lovers

Summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.

Rating: 18+ sexual content.

Warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful

Word Count: 8.1k

a/n ✑ ok this is very random. idk how and idk why but here it is.. i’ve had this idea for a while but may have written this whole thing only five minutes ago lol. i also edited the first few sentences and then was like.. hmm ok i done enough :)

and also big thank you to Onyx @introlxv who made this banner so fast when i didn’t even write the fic yet 😭 thank you ily 💖

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taetomatae1234

3 years ago

24 Hours With You

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Fluff, Smut, Domestic AU | 12K | NC-17

Summary: A 24-hour peek into the life you spend with your husband, Lee Donghyuck.

Warnings: slightly whipped, clingy husband!hyuck, independent and sassy!y/n, crude humor, endless sex jokes and overall cavity-inducing fluff with nasty smut (oral sex, unprotected sex, praising, slight dirty talk, bondage kink, breeding kink, possibly one of the filthiest sex scenes I’ve ever written) I’m so sorry about this

For my baby Roe @ssunholic who’s been taking care of me so patiently during my Attack on Titan depression stage. I love you baby, MWAH ❤️

07.02 am

The vibration of your phone slowly lures you out of your dream and you groan against your pillow. As it begins to ring, playing a song that you used to love but now grown to hate, your husband, Lee Donghyuck stirs on the other side of the bed.

“Turn it off,” he moans, voice husky and heavy with sleep. Sinking back into his pillow and pulling his bedcover up until it reaches his ear, he grumbles, “I hate that song.”

“It’s our wedding song. That you chose for our first dance.”

“Yeah, now it’s our alarm song and I hate it. Turn it off.”

“I’m trying.” After blindly reaching for your phone from underneath your pillow, you switched it off with a flick of your thumb. It was tempting to close your eyes again but your work starts in half an hour and with Donghyuck as your husband, you need to get up now or you’ll be late for sure.

Donghyuck turns around to meet your gaze, lying on his side with the bottom half of his face concealed by the blanket he shared with you.

“You’re pretty,” he murmured with droopy eyes.

“Can’t say the same about you,” you teased him, snuggling closer. “Your bed hair is—”

Donghyuck abruptly pushes you down, now settling himself on top of you with his knees placed on each side of your hips. “Let me help,” he says, eyes twinkling in mischief. “The word you’re looking for is cute.” You smiled into the kiss, your fingers naturally find their way to the silver necklace that dangles from his neck, but when he parts his lips to deepen the kiss—

“Eew, morning breath!” You smack your palm against his face. “Brush your—what are you doing?”

Donghyuck is now grinding his teeth against the skin of your neck, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, pressing flat against your stomach. He’s so warm—he’s always warm—and every touch he paints on your skin is both comforting and provoking.

Before long, his hands find their way to your breasts, cupping each one fully with his palm. “Good morning, girls,” he giggles, squeezing them without permission and you exaggeratedly roll your eyes, faking annoyance when in fact, you find him to be disgustingly cute whenever he does that.

“Hyuck.”

“Hmm?”

You try not to make any encouraging noises when he drags his hand down to your thigh, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Hyuck…” Your protest turns weak when you feel his mouth peppering open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his tongue tasting your skin. “We have to get ready for work.”

He hums, pressing his hips down to meet yours. “Just give me ten minutes.”

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taetomatae1234

3 years ago

alcoholman

summary: you and mark were complete different. you were way out of his league and he was way off than what you expected to be a heartthrob. yet fate tied you together.

pairing: fuckboy mark x rich reader.

genre: romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn.

warnings: mark has tattoos because he’s hot shit, sexually suggestive activities in public, language, alcohol addiction, unprotected sex (be safe!), oral sex, semi-public blowjob, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, slut shaming, spanking, bondage.

words count: 20k (my apology).

taglist: @sloppykiths @chitaphrrrr @eylaaa5 @kathylovesexo @keuriiii @hwazoned @rnrjldpdrp @mrkleelvr @mellowvoidexpertfriend

You’d been told that love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances. The passion was the same, the hurt was the same. The odd thing that bubbled inside your chest. Same. You didn’t perceive it personally until you met Mark Lee and he became your nightmare.

The nightmare then became your reality and worse, your addiction.

You thought you could escape him, only if you could bring yourself to stop looking at his direction but somehow, he hit you harder every time you fought back against him.

And like a domino, you fell.

Two years ago,

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taetomatae1234

3 years ago

Imagine being THAT asshole asking a Korean native speaker to speak English. Like how are you so entitled? To ask someone to speak in English to accommodate you? How about YOU learn THEIR language, you prick. Jesus heck. This goes with like every language by the way. Don’t just whine about NOT understanding — it’s called learning and adapting. Open your mind and spectrum.

Aka, Jungkook AND EVERYONE ELSE don’t need to speak outside their language. Smh

Pearlescent

Pairing: Haechan/Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, romance, established relationship. Inspired by the From Home MV aesthetic.

Warnings: Unprotected sex

Summary: A shoreline sunset spent cozied up against Hyuck dives deep past surface level. His lips profess his heart’s intent; his eyes reflect waves dancing in iridescent glimmers; his love whispered into your skin evokes heated passion.

Header: by Jackie @/ hchan

Word Count: 5k

“Pack your bags for a night away,” Donghyuck mischievously instructs through your phone’s speaker, only to revert to his usual playful, singsong tone. “I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes, baby.” The call ends before his distorted laughter has even finished.

And sure enough, a few minutes of hasty packing and insatiable curiosity later, the horn of Donghyuck’s quaint little 1985 sedan honks from outside your apartment door.

Crisp autumn air awakens your senses better than any cup of coffee, and when you hop into his passenger seat you’re met with the sight of one very pleased Donghyuck. Adventure dances in his eyes as he idly taps his foot on the gas to rev the engine, a lopsided grin playing at his lips.

He leans across the center console to deliver a well-placed good morning peck, and without a moment to waste, he shifts the gear and whisks you away. With the windows rolled down, his hair flutters in the wind as he tells you of your plans for the day.

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taetomatae1234

2 years ago

ೃ⁀➷ i hope nobody catch us, but i kinda hope they catch us.

- ,, neteyam x fem reader

- ,, you and neteyam get caught making out?

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors be careful yo, making out, neteyam is like deadass whipped for u.., can u guys tell i love when character is whiny and so inlove atp??

-‘๑’- les - childish gambino

ೃ⁀➷ I Hope Nobody Catch Us, But I Kinda Hope They Catch Us.

Your friendship with Neteyam is not exactly.. per say, a friendship. Its what you would technically call it, since you both gave it no other said title. But we all know you guys aren’t just friends, lo’ak knows, kiri knows, spider knows, jake and neytiri know, hell, even tuk knows. Everyone acts oblivious as it is.

There are times where you wonder what your relationship really is, anything but “just friends” comes to mind, some specific memories take you back and give you scary realizations.

For instance, that one time when the whole crew was hanging out together in the forest, our designated hangout spot, you showed up a little after everyone else because you had errands to run, and Neteyam had saved a spot just for you.

“hey guys”

“y/nnnnnnnn” tuk smiles at you and runs towards you with her arms outstretched, signifying her desire to be picked up and spun by you, you do just that and laugh with her. “What’s little girl doing here with the big kids” you question teasingly, knowing Tuk dislikes being called a little girl.

“y/n, finally bro , i almost thought you ditched us” lo’ak says dramatically and spider and kiri laugh, you walk to the group with Tuk in your arms as you slap the back of lo’ak’s head, Tuk jumping out of your arms to go lay in Kiri’s lap.

You look at neteyam, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since the moment you came into their vision, he’s leaning against a tree, sitting with his legs spread quite a bit, manspreading was a trait neteyam got from his father, and it was so hot.

He pats the space between his legs, and you happily oblige. “hi” you whisper when you look up at neteyam, his chin resting on your head, his arms encircling your figure, thumb rubbing sweet circles on your thigh. “hi sweetheart” he flashes you his infamous smile.

Or that one time when you went hunting for rabbits with him in the forest, you just couldn’t set your aim right, it was getting so frustrating you almost cried. But hey, you have neteyam with you, don’t worry!

He helps you fix your posture, his chest pressing up against your back, he’s so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, his deep voice rumbling in your ear that tells you to focus makes you do quite the opposite. How could you possibly focus when he’s this close to you? Your insides are exploding with butterflies, your lower belly warm and your lip almost draws blood from how hard you’ve bitten it.

Somehow you end up hitting a rabbit with your arrow without even realizing and only realize the situation when you hear neteyam’s laugh and him congratulating you. “you got it y/n!!” (mf that was all you)

This man really has no idea of the effects he has on you does he?

You don’t have to think hard of moments like these with neteyam, they rush through your mind like a film reel. Countless.

No one really thought much of it when they saw you and neteyam having moments like these. No one questioned when he called you sweetheart, or his love, or beautiful, or some sort of nickname on a daily basis, not even you. All waiting for that one particular moment where you both realize its love and make it official.

Which seems so likely to happen today, the tension is thick through the roof with everything that just happened.

You’re patching him up because of course he just got into a fight with some dingus because lo’ak can’t handle a fight alone for shit.

“y/n, gentle please” neteyam lets out a low hiss as you dab a piece of cloth on the cut that bleeds on his jaw.

You’re angry with him, he knows that. And god, he’s angry with himself too, but what’s he gonna do if his baby won’t talk to him?

He doesn’t know what to say, anything to ease the tension, so he decides to go with

“are you upset?” he looks at you with soft eyes

you move his face around to find any other cuts to deal with, his chin between your fingers “so upset, you don’t even know” you hold back a grin at his quiet voice.

“im sorry y/n, lo’ak would get his ass handed to him if i wasn’t there” he sounds so desperate, which he is, for you.

your heart swells, you wanna play.

you put on an act and look away from him, huffing in faux anger.

“y/n please” he whispers, looking at you with pure distress in his eyes, you think you can even see tears. He’s so hard to resist right now, how is he not catching onto your game?? Or maybe he is playing along?

You decide you’re done. With two things.

Torturing him, and torturing yourself.

You stroke the apple of his cheek with your thumb, swiping at the tear that dare fall from his eye “take it easy neteyam” he nods eagerly, he’ll listen to you until he dies.

You sigh, and clean up the cloth and medicine and get ready to leave, standing up but neteyam grabs your wrist and pulls you down, onto his lap, his arms circling your waist as he holds you close to him.

His forehead rests on your collarbone and you stroke his hair.

“okay, nete look at me..” he obeys.

you cup his face in your soft hands, he nuzzles against them and you lean forward, you look at his eyes and he’s already closed them. God!!! He’s so cute you could squeal!!!

You smash your lips against his and his hands automatically bring you closer, your legs straddling his lap as you run your hands through his hair, grazing at his nape.

Neteyam pulls away to look at you for a split second, and you look so so pretty he just can’t hold his tongue, “i love you” he whispers against your lips, three words meant for you and you only. He goes back to kiss you before you could reply, he gives you a few open-mouthed kisses before you mewl into his mouth and he crumbles.

Neteyam groans and he attaches his lips to your jaw, giving you gentle kisses that trail down to your neck, “i love you so much y/n” you wonder where he learnt this from.

“i love you neteyam” you whisper as you feel yourself grow more impatient as time goes.

he kisses you again and you feel him smile into the kiss, your chest is warm, neteyam intertwines his hand with yours and it becomes sloppy quiet fast.

you’re both a mess, whining into each others mouths , you’re so deep into it you don’t even realize footsteps getting louder and louder, eventually you are pulled out of your fantasies when you hear neytiri address her son right before she catches sight of you both in this sinful activity, you pull apart suddenly and scramble to get off his lap, failing miserably as neteyam seems opposed to the idea of letting go of you.

“neteyam! fuck!” you whisper-yell and shove your face into his shoulder, his hands still on your hips as he sputters to explain to his mother what she just witnessed

Neytiri coughs.

“mother i was just- we were- “

“making out?” Neytiri chuckles and shakes her head, making her way out after grabbing the plate you used to fix neteyam’s wounds.

“neteyammmmmm i can’t do this right noww” you cry embarrassed into his shoulder and he shudders at the thought of his mom knowing what you guys were doing. He laughs soon after, snaking his hands around your waist as he holds you in his lap

“i don’t know this isn’t all that funny nete” you grumble and shake your head, “poor neytiri”

“no.. poor neteyam, i didn’t get to finish “making out” with you” he says, putting up fingers meant to imitate quotation marks to mock his moms words.

you slap his arm gently “as much as i was enjoying, i don’t wanna risk getting caught again.. ewya forbids its tuk next time.. i would never even kiss you again”

he gasps, putting a hand over his chest to fake his hurt and you giggle at his expression

he kisses you again, and again, and again until you have to put your hand over his lips and tell him to stop in between a fit of giggles, he laughs with you “just kissing you enough so i don’t die when you refuse me later” you grin so hard your cheeks hurt, but its so worth it.

You hear lo’ak , spider , kiri, jake , and tuk cheering from outside, “GO BIG BRO” “is y/n my actual sister now?” “ugh finally they stopped beating around the bush” “thats my son, on his lap?? thats literally us neytiri!”

Oh.. Neytiri told them. Great!

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taetomatae1234

4 years ago

Ooh for the drabble requests: “How is my wife more badass than me?” “Welcome to fatherhood” or something like those? I found them on a random drabble list lol. With Tae please? Thank you!! 💜💜

A/N: while writing this with tae, i felt like the character i developed better suited jungkook so i ended up writing it with him instead. also i just did a drabble for tae as well, and i still managed to tie in both of your requests sooo i hope you don’t mind the change!

drabble #3: fighting evil by moonlight, kicking ass at all times.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no no, this is not good, shit shit shit-“

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers urgently, “you’re either gonna give us away, or end up accidentally teaching Sunwoo another swear word if you don’t lower your voice.” His eyes flicker around quickly while his ears strain to pick up on any noises. He was really starting to regret buying a newer house when you two got married 2 years ago and almost wishes there were more creaky floorboards; he can’t hear a damn thing. All he can hear is the quiet rustle of tree branches brushing up against the side of the house from the slight breeze and not the damn hitmen snooping around the first floor of their home.

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taetomatae1234

2 years ago

hours || jjk

⇝ author’s note: she’s here, bitches!!!! lol thank you @m1sss1mp and @monvante for putting posters of this man all over my blog. this fic is for the both of you. thank you so much for holding my hand through it all. thank you @baljinciaga for beta’ing and screaming in the comments because you gave me the confidence to post this lol. listen, i’m rusty with the smut y’all so i apologize if it’s a mess. anyway, i hope you enjoy. this has been beta’d but there’s still probably some errors since i changed some things after it was beta read.

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drabbles: the unholy drabble | nails drabble

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taetomatae1234

3 years ago

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ♥︎ 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

summary: sugar or spice? you decide what the ‘s’ in today’s episode of j♥︎smr stands for ;) ft. the pocky challenge gone wrong?

pairing: fem!reader + asmr youtuber!jeno genre: boyfriend!au + fluff + suggestive content!!!! + some humor cus i think im funny word count: 2.4k warnings: allusions to sex, making out lol

author’s note: soooo uh first time for everything aka writing sum suggestive hehe thank you mary @neostains for reading over this!!! and @gohyuck for helping make the title!! can you tell i’m whipped for jeno??? bc i definitely can.

“jenooooo,” you flopped over onto your stomach as your eyes followed the outline of boyfriend’s jawline, drinking in every part of his handsome face until you found his eyes. his rimmed glasses were perched on top of his nose as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, not even bothering to look up. typical, you thought with pursed lips and a side-eye directed at your un-attentive idiot of a boyfriend. “what, baby?”

you sighed, outstretching your body on the bed before rolling over to look at him again. you prop yourself up on your elbow with your head rested in the palm of your hand. “i’m bored,” you whined.

“okay, what do you want to do?” he asked without missing a beat. it was already past noon, and as per your agreement before moving in together, sundays were strictly saved to stay in and relax. but for some reason, you were just itching to get out of bed.

you pondered over your options before exhaling in exasperation. “i have no idea! you figure it out.”

you didn’t even didn’t bother to bat an eyelash when you heard his immediate suggestion to go biking, instead groaning at your boyfriend’s obsession with the pastime. he never liked to leave the house unless it was the gym or going out to do something physical, much to your dismay.

“jeno, as much as i love you and my bike, my legs might give out if i even try to move from our bed,” you huffed, lips jutted out as you glanced down to your legs. goddamn, were they sore.

you groaned externally at the tension in your overworked muscles. you even had trouble getting up to make breakfast today. jeno had awoken to your whimpers of pain as you struggled to walk to the restroom, and instead of asking if you were okay, he had immediately burst out in laughter at your misery. your incessant whines prompted him to carry you back to bed after you finished washing up in the restroom, and he had sweetly brought you breakfast in bed with a side of cuddles to make up for what you deemed was “all his fault.” not that it actually was, but you weren’t going to admit that.

he finally lifted his eyes from the luminescent phone screen to your figure sprawled on the other side of your shared king size bed, his lips curling to a smug grin as he reached over to let his fingers graze your smooth legs. “wow, is my baby that sore?”

“yeah, yeah, whatever mister muscle pig. not all of us have the stamina of a horse,” you sniggered, pouting. you could never understand how strong and built jeno could be despite sharing almost the same diet as you. just your luck.

jeno’s smirk grew as leaned over, his warm breath tickling your ear. his voice dropped down multiple octaves as he whispered, “watch it princess, that’s not what you were saying last ni—“

you suddenly sat up, effectively cutting him as your boyfriend recoils to avoid bonking noggins with you. “wait, i know!” you announce, the sound of your boyfriend’s voice attempt to sound sexy suddenly triggering a lightbulb in your brain.

“hey! i was trying to say something,” he complained, causing you to roll your eyes.

“oh, please, your hormones can wait, big boy.”

he shot you a look of annoyance as you grinned mischievously, crawling over to his side. he gulped as he saw your oversized t-shirt ride up a bit, exposing more of your skin. you leaned in towards him, causing him to drop his phone, as the mere scent of you engulfed his senses. the sultry look on your face and your hot breath fanning against his ear caused goosebumps to prickle throughout every inch of his skin, and his breath hitched.

you whispered, “why don’t we—”

you paused as jeno’s smirk returned, biting his lip in anticipation.

“— do jsmr?” you finished with a laugh.

jeno groaned as his anticipation immediately died down. he shot you an incredulous look. “really, baby?”

“yes! now get your booty up!” you barked, tugging on his biceps to no avail. jeno sighed and bit back a smile before he got out of bed, shuffling his feet across the room. before you could cackle in delight, you felt your body being lifted off of the bed as jeno’s strong arms carried you bridal-style into the corridor. your arms flailed for a split-second before relaxing in his embrace. “show off,” you scoffed as your arms reached to circle around his neck.

he snorted. “aren’t you happy i’m a muscle pig?” you smiled and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“my man,” you drawl out sarcastically, squeezing his muscles and poking his chest jokingly.

jeno walked into the living room, carefully setting you down on the couch before heading into the kitchen. “what do you want to eat, babe?” he asked.

“on second thought, i’m actually not that hungry.”

jeno’s head whirled to your direction, “seriously? again?” you laughed at your boyfriend’s raised eyebrows and eyes bulging out of his sockets at your incessant teasing.

“i’m kidding, you can choose.”

jeno mumbled under his breath, “how ridiculous— we just went shopping last week— did jisung eat the ice cream again?” as he looked through the fridge. you couldn’t help but snort at how quickly your groceries had disappeared after a single visit by the boys. he rummaged through the pantry before a small aha! escaped his lips, having found the boxes of pocky you both stashed in the secret compartment of your pantry (yes, secret compartment, because everyone knew how quickly the boys would raid your food the moment they even stepped into the apartment). you decide to set up the camera and tripod, fiddling around and fishing for jeno’s set of microphones and earbuds from the desk.

“hey babe, where did you put the earbuds?” you called out. you bit your lip as you dug through the drawers, struggling to find where you had put your earbuds. “i’ll get it,” he responded.

you returned to the living room and admired your handiwork as you finished setting up the equipment. jeno returns with the snacks and earbuds.

“are you ready?” he asked, and you nodded your head eagerly as he reached over to start the camera, the red light flashing as the timer started.

“hi everyone!” you whispered-screamed, causing jeno to wince away from you. you bit back a laugh at your boyfriend’s anguished face and jeno sighed, continuing. “hi guys, welcome back to another episode of jsmr—“

“plus y/n!” you piped up. “today, we’re going to be doing the pocky challenge!” you announce excitedly despite only whispering.

“wait, what?” jeno’s volume is forgotten, causing both of you to flinch. “shhh, jeno!” you scolded.

he gave you an unamused look. “i wasn’t aware of this though!” he protested. you grinned cheekily before turning to the camera. “surprise! did you guys like his reaction??”

as much as you weren’t a huge fan of being in his videos, you figured it would be fun to let go for once and mess with your boyfriend.

jeno sighed and decided to go along with you, another idea formulating in his head. “anyway— i guess we’re doing the pocky challenge today,” he mumbled disdainfully. you beamed at his words before softly grabbing a box of pocky off the table and showcasing it to the camera. jeno grabs your hand and you both start messing with the packaging before jeno begins to whisper again.

“today we have the strawberry pocky— sorry jaems, this isn’t for you,” said jeno. you both carefully open the box, trying to stifle your laughter as the decibel meter suddenly turns red. you smack jeno as he fails to keep quiet, and he returns the favor by tickling you. thanks to your competitive streak with jeno, you both had decided to dare each other to see who could open it the quietest with the loser having to play overwatch with hyuck. you had easily won of course, skillfully and stealthily opening the box.

jeno begins grumbling, realizing he would have to suffer hours trying to beat donghyuck at overwatch, which unfortunately, happened to not be his favorite video game. “not my fault you suck,” you taunted. he retaliated by extending his hand out to cover your mouth, effectively shutting you up as he turned the camera with his signature eye smile.

you punched his stomach after prying his hand off of you, and glared at him.

“and that, my friends, is why i’m the best at asmr,” you gloat victoriously, pretending to snobbily ignore your boyfriend with a childish “hmph!”

jeno sighed in defeat. “i let her win, don’t be fooled.” jeno rolls his eyes with a smile.

“nah, that just means he’s whipped for me,” you raise your eyebrows suggestively at your boyfriend. he grins and attacks your sides with tickles, causing you to scream and fight against him as your earbuds fall out. both of you burst into laughter. you squirmed away to no avail as your boyfriend’s strong arms held you back. you both regain your composure before returning your attention back to the camera.

jeno was usually not this touchy on camera, choosing to keep your relationship private, making you silently wonder if he was actually going to upload this. you narrowed your eyes suspiciously as your innocently oblivious boyfrined. he grabs your earbuds and helps you fix your disheveled appearance with jabs about how crazy you looked, leading you to grab a piece of pocky and shoving it in his mouth to get him to shut up.

“anyways, for anyone who doesn’t know what the pocky challenge is— it’s basically a challenge where you have a piece of pocky, and two people eating it from each end,” you explained, voice dropping back down to a whisper.

jeno finishes the pocky and nods, leaning into the microphone to continue, “the first person whose mouth moves off the stick loses. you have to get to the middle first to win. if the participants end up kissing, it is a tie.” he makes a funny face at the camera at the mention of kissing, wriggling his eyebrows as he wrinkles his nose in fake disgust. you slap his arm, sniggering. whoever said he wasn’t funny was blind, you thought in amusement at your boyfriend’s childish antics.

you turn to your boyfriend, your competitiveness igniting a fire in your eyes. “are you ready to lose, babe?” you mock haughtily. you crossed your ears and jutted your chin away from him dramatically.

“only in your dreams, sweetheart,” jeno shot back teasingly, his eyes crinkling.

“hah, you wish.” you position the strawberry-covered biscuit between your lips to firmly secure your end of the stick. you motion for jeno to get closer, as he daintily places the other end of the pocky above his supple bottom lip. you steady yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders, and began by taking the first bite, lips slowly inching towards jeno’s. the air in the room is thick with tension as you stare down jeno’s determined eyes. he was trying his best not to downright laugh at how adorable you were right now, his competitiveness consuming him as he plotted another plan in the back of his mind.

not a sound could be heard throughout the silent room, only the deep breathing and sound of the biscuit being broken into pieces. your body stiffened. you could feel his breath getting closer to yours and smell the slight whiff of his cologne and the laundry detergent despite the strong artificial smell of strawberry. jeno’s gaze was locked on your face, his body unmoving except for his head and mouth, leaning closer and closer to you. you both inched towards one another, and you were almost at the middle, at victory, when—

jeno abruptly bit off a huge piece of pocky before connecting his lips with yours. you pull back in surprise and finish the remaining piece of biscuit before realizing what had happened.

this idiot really just cheated.

you open your mouth to shout at him yet the indignant shrieks on the tip of your tongue are suddenly swallowed by his plush lips pressed against yours. all signs of protest leave your body as you get lost in the sweet taste of your boyfriend. as your hands found purchase in his hair, the earbuds fall out without a second thought, long forgotten. your eyes flutter shut and you melt into the kiss, hands moving down to loop around his neck and rest at his nape.

it felt like jeno knew you like the back of his hand, knowing every one of your weak spots as he cupped your jaw with one hand and traced circles with the pad of his thumb onto your cheek. his hands soon wander to snake under the shirt that you were wearing (which oh so conveniently happen to be his) to rest comfortably against your hips; his touch cool against the warmth of your skin.

you sighed contentedly as you both parted to take a breath of air. after a brief moment, jeno takes another opportunity to reattach his lips, his tongue slipping past your lips to savor the sweetness of the tart strawberry flavor. you part your lips more, simply by instinct, to allow the kiss to deepen, and you can’t help but moan a little. his kisses soon turn needier by the second, with you gripping onto the nape of his neck and with him pulling you into his lap. his tongue explored your mouth with lazy yet languid motions, and you pull away breathlessly.

jeno smirks at your dazed face before he swoops in, not giving you a chance to stay away for long.

“you.” peck. “lose.” peck.

jeno mumbles more incoherent words into your skin, peppering kisses from your lips to everywhere else on your face. he moves down to leave a trail of wet kisses from your jawline to your neck. you tilt your head back to allow him more access to your throat as he begins sucking your skin, his teeth lightly grazing each sweet spot. his fingers dance from your hips down to grab your ass as you grind into his lap more, earning jeno the pleasure of hearing your small whine. you exhale blissfully as splotches of red and purple begin blooming all across your neck.

suddenly the gleaming light catches your attention. you gasp and smack jeno, causing him to pout and halt in his ministrations. “what?” he asks almost irritatedly— only to see you point at the camera.

“oh my god— it’s still rolling!” you shriek.

you cover your red, swollen lips and feel your face turn hot as jeno stares blankly. realization settles in before his mouth drops in shock, ears turning red.

he had forgotten about the camera.

jeno quickly reaches over to shut it off as you stare in horror. he scratches his neck awkwardly as you groan and slump back on the couch. jeno suddenly becomes amused at your reaction despite his embarrassment. as much as he didn’t expect for his little stunt to ruin the competition to go this far, he had to enjoy the fact that he managed to make you go from brimming with confidence to a flustered and unsurprisingly, turned on mess.

“what is it, babe? are you really that embarrassed?” he teased, his crescent eyes gazing in adoration at you.

you turn to look at jeno in shock, your mouth agape.

“jeno, we almost made a sex tape!”

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taetomatae1234

3 years ago

alcoholman

summary: you and mark were complete different. you were way out of his league and he was way off than what you expected to be a heartthrob. yet fate tied you together.

pairing: fuckboy mark x rich reader.

genre: romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn.

words count: 20k (my apology).

taglist: @sloppykiths @chitaphrrrr @eylaaa5 @kathylovesexo @keuriiii @hwazoned @rnrjldpdrp @mrkleelvr @mellowvoidexpertfriend

The nightmare then became your reality and worse, your addiction.

You thought you could escape him, only if you could bring yourself to stop looking at his direction but somehow, he hit you harder every time you fought back against him.

And like a domino, you fell.

Two years ago,

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