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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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rivers over stones ; j.jk

pairing ; jeon jungkook x reader

summary ; you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

words ; 37.6k ,, yea ,,

warnings / includes ; swearing, mentions of death, one and a half sex scenes ?? i tried to keep it pg but cmon guys it’s jungkook, lots of goddamn angst and fluff, you and jungkook are emotionally constipated, jungkook being a dick, jungkook being a soft bun, jungkook being a love-sick sap, jk and y/n literally either fight or flirt or fuck no joke, the rest of bts having cameos, reader is a baker !!, and finally *gasps for dramatic effect* a baby (o_o)

a/n ; okay so ,, sorry for taking literally half a year to write this ,,,,, i have no excuses, it was supposed to come a lot earlier but life got in the way :(( but !! it’s finally out and i rlly hope you like it !! OH thank you for 3.1k yall wtf ? i don’t deserve yall :( this fic is based on the movie life as we know it !! yall know im not a huge fan of rom coms but my friend made me watch it so why not make it a fic ??? also huge thanks to @flowerboyyoonbin​, who i have annoyingly rambled about this fic to since day one. anygays, pls enjoy !!! comments and feedback are always welcome !

“Goddamn… zipper.” You huffed, twisting your arms to reach the cold metal tab between your shoulder blades and attempting to tug it upwards. After struggling for quite a while, you managed to yank it up to the neckline of the dress.

You slipped your feet into heels you just knew you were going to regret later in the evening whilst lightly touching up your makeup. As you leaned into the mirror, you silently prayed that all this dolling up wouldn’t go to waste.

Having not gone on a date in almost seven months, your best friend, Jihyo, took it upon herself to set you up on a blind date, doing so in a flurry of flailing arms and phone calls. With her boyfriend’s own best friend, at that. 

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ice ice baby- lee donghyuck

info: donghyuck x reader, hockey player!donghyuck, manager!reader, college au, enemies to lovers (gender neutral reader)

wc: 12.1k 

warnings: cursing, suggestive content (some hate making out), there’s an injury described but it’s not serious and it’s not graphic

(a/n: this took me way longer than i had anticipated due to writers block but i hope everyone enjoys it! also i am a very casual fan of hockey and i tried to do research on hockey especially ncaa hockey to make this realistic but this fic takes a lot of liberties with specific hockey rules/practices)

Donghyuck Lee is the extremely well-known ace of your university’s hockey team. The proclaimed prodigy, who waltzes through life with a seemingly unmatched level of confidence and ease. Admittedly very attractive and apparently equally talented at hockey, it was no surprise that he was practically a celebrity on campus and given infuriatingly special treatment throughout the school.

Hockey is a big deal at your university, even though you’ve never gotten the hype or attended a game, you still knew of many of the players and the typical rumors and whispers that surrounded them- all of which almost always included Donghyuck.

Donghyuck has a bit of a reputation that you had always looked upon with slight annoyance and then continued to totally ignore. You just assumed he was the typical jock with an over-inflated ego, whose every move was unjustifiably swooned over and praised. 

You never really gave hockey, Donghyuck Lee, or the spectacle he and others made out of himself and his talent, much thought- until you need a job. 

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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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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!”

ruined | kth (m)

Summary: “Does forever sound too long?”

You first see Kim Taehyung at the office you’ve just started working at – and his eyes draw you in immediately. Quiet, powerful, and confident; yet he’s wrapped in a suit of secrets. A suit you want to take off layer by layer.

⋙ pairing: Taehyung x female reader ⋙ rating: 18+ ⋙ genre: strangers to lovers; angst, fluff, smut ⋙ warnings: heartbreak and coping with it, tae panics a bit once or twice, mention of cheating in the past, mention of threesomes/fuckboy!tae, mention of therapy, pining, a coworker being an ass, crying; explicit sexual content: (soft) dom!tae, big dick!tae, grinding/dry humping, heavy making out, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, biting/praising, unprotected sex (soft & rough), some masturbation, some spit, finger sucking, the smut is p long wow. taehyung is the most precious being ever :( ⋙ word count: 24.4k ⋙ a/n: HI HI. i feel… so empty after finishing this 😭 thank you so much @missgeniality, @amourtae & @sugalaritae for always brainstorming with me (and harrow for coming up with this summary !!!) & @hobisuniverse​ for beta’ing this so fast, you own my heart 🥺 hope you enjoy, everyone !! <3 ⋙ NOTE: this is the epilogue to my ruin you series, but IT CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE !!

⁂ part of the ruin you series (but can be read as a stand-alone!)

⁂ playlist 🎶

MASTERLIST | WIPS

Kim Taehyung is an unravelled mystery personified.

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[One-shot]

Nine to five, Five to Nine — Jeon Jungkook

⇢ pairing: side chick dancer female reader x boxer jungkook  ⇢ word count: 3.4k ⇢ warnings: infidelity, emotional and physical cheating, reader has been obsessed with jungkook for years, manipulation, lying, smoking, mentions of alcohol use, nipple play, bites, praise, oral s*x (female receiving), clit biting ⇢ thvlouvre's note: please, this is just fiction, don't get in between people's relationships; let's just enjoy boxer jk and sorry for the inspirational storm this week, I went crazy writing; also sorry but my toxic side came out for a walk with this. ALSO, this is the second time I post this, I wasn't sure if the smut was good that's why it ended up so abruptly, please enjoy 😊 ⇢ song: pretty obvious but fantasize by ari, yeah bye. 

 jk 🖤: are u up? 😈

The message Jungkook sent was simple and even a little too direct, but between the two, you didn't need that corny shit of heart emojis and good night messages. He could be straight forward with you and you wouldn't mind, you were up for whatever he wanted to do. 

you:  kind of, i was getting ready to go to sleep 🤡

You were lying, trying to make it look like you weren't  waiting for his messages, for his call, for him to show up randomly at your apartment at 3 am, crawling desperately for your touches and your warmth, because every single time he had said it was the last time he would always, always came back to you.  

jk 🖤: on my way, baby, leave the door open 

you: you know I have a roomie, don't you? 🙄 

jk 🖤: she's not in your apartment, I sent her away with heather 😉

Heather, such a sweet name that caused you so much bitterness. Heather was Jungkook's girlfriend, they've been together ever since their college years, they were the unbreakable couple, the ones everyone would bet they'll end up marrying and having three kids. 

She was the most popular and kind girl in your year, it was something you could sense a mile away. The good girl falling in love with the jobless boxer and making him literally obsessed, the cliché romance of the dark boy with issues and the family's princess.

You saw him while in the front row at the time, when he still was an underground boxer and art student looking for an opportunity to drop school and become a professional. He was everything you’d ever wanted: handsome, tall, strong and goal-oriented , and from the same background as you.

You became a certified fan, never missing one of his matches. Following him on his social media, keeping updated with his achievements, and knowing whenever he would show up at parties. You always hated that whenever he showed up, he brought her. Reminding you he wasn't yours. Reminding you that you would never be her. 

But that didn't mean you could never be his.

you: 

why would you send my friend and your girlfriend away on a saturday? 

jk 🖤: i have better plans, i'll be there in 15 🔥 

you:  you know, some of us had to work today. I want to rest 

jk 🖤:  not today baby, i need to spend some time with u

You bite your lip repressing a smile. It was a well-known truth that Jungkook had issues with Heather since the beginning of their relationship because her parents never, ever approved of Jungkook. It also angered you terribly how Heather would always be trying to persuade Jungkook to leave boxing as a hobby and become a full time artist, so her parents would recognize him as a real son-in-law.

It was clear to you that Jungkook was born to be in the ring, the way he would mercilessly end his opponents and become a beast when the bell rang was fascinating to you. Of course, Jungkook never looked at you, not in college, nor when you all graduated and he formalized his relationship with her. You were just a loyal groupie, if you can even call yourself that, always supporting him from a distance in the darkness of the stadium stands. 

You hated watching Heather be the one who got to hug and kiss him every time he won a match, as if she wasn't the one trying to make him quit his dream. It burned you inside, and made you silently hate her when the reality was that she was a good person.

You, who already knew that Jungkook would be coming to see you after his match, were ready to receive him with a cute lingerie set and a football t-shirt that was too big for you. You shaved, perfumed and moisturized yourself but didn't bother to put any makeup on or do your hair because you were supposed to be ready for sleep and not getting ready to meet a horny boxer. 

You heard a knock of your bedroom door and you knew it was him.

He opened the door and found you 'watching anime' on your laptop, casually looking perfectly clean and soft for his rough and big hands to mess you all up. 

"Hello beautiful..." he whispered when he got closer to the chair where you were sitting and sank his nose in the curve of your neck, inhaling the scent of your citrusy shampoo and shower gel. He smelled like cigarettes and leather, like a ring where only champions and legends got to step in. 

You two officially met when you picked the perfect opportunity to be Jungkook's little sister's roommate and share the apartment; you knew you had already won the battle when he came in to visit his little sister, Hana and she introduced the two of you a month later after you started living with her. 

His eyes almost went out of his orbits when they landed on you and he shook your hand a little too excitedly, caressing your wrist discreetly. Even Hana herself started to notice how Jungkook would  visit her a little more frequently, always saying he wanted to have some brother and sister quality time. 

"I think he likes you" Hana told you one night when he left after a full afternoon together where he invited you to play UNO with them and eat junk food "He has never been so fun to have around, not in the past few years at least, it's been a while since I’ve seen him like this"

"What do you mean?" you played dumb "I thought he had a girlfriend" 

"He does, but I wish he could let her go" Hana opened up to you, and you almost felt bad for playing innocent with the Jeons, but your instincts told you that you would be so much better for Jungkook and his career that the other one, the unmentionable "And, don't get me wrong, she's lovely, but she's constantly pressuring my brother to quit boxing, she's always telling him he should be an artist" 

"That's horrible, your brother is good as far as I know" he was good, you knew it, you were just faking your obliviousness.

"He is, and even tho he loves painting, boxing is what he was made for. But ever since he and Heather became official three years ago, he hasn't been the same, it’s like he's ashamed of his job" 

That was the green light you were looking for. Your sign to be the escape he needed, and give him the life and relationship he deserved. You also knew from college rumors that Heather was what they would call a 'prude', and from the intensity of

Jungkook's eyes every time he looked at you, you could sense the flood of nasty thoughts inside his brain,  could feel his eyes scanning your ass and legs. 

Every time he showed up to visit Hana, you would try to subtly appeal to him. If he visited the two of you in the morning, you would change your Grinch printed pajama set into an oversized t-shirt, long enough as to not scandalize Hana, but tight enough to make  a bulge in his pants appear.

If he showed up in the afternoon, he would always find you in sports clothes, tight leggings stretching over your thighs and perfectly outlining the shape of your butt, your sport bra’s cups making your tits bounce whenever you couldn't grab the cereal box from the cupboard and he had to get it for you.  

It always made you silently laugh when you would catch him staring and he would always look away as if he was being scolded by an invisible force. 

You remembered the first time you two kissed. Jungkook appeared with grocery shopping bags one afternoon when he knew Hana would be out to her yoga class.

"I thought Hana would be here, sorry, I bought some things for her" he said carrying the plastic bags to the kitchen counter, his voice was soft and hesitating, as if he knew he was doing something wrong but couldn't contain himself "I mean– for you two, feel free to grab anything you need, it's not just for Hana only" 

"Thank you, Jungkook, that's very kind of you" You unpacked everything and you could feel his shyness and desperation, he wanted you and didn't want to admit it. 

"I hope you like noodles, and if you don't like them, you can tell me what you like and I'll bring it next time, just let me know" he was anxious and excited, the perspective of being alone with you filled him with guilt and lust, he just needed one taste of you, one taste of the forbidden fruit and he would come back crawling for more. 

"I like noodles" was what you simply answered him with, batting your eyes innocently. 

"Me too," you knew this conversation was childish and silly, but for you it was the most important one, the man of your dreams was finally speaking directly to you, all alone. 

"You want me to cook some?" You offered and you saw the relief and triumph shine in his eyes as he took a seat and watched you cook for the two of you. You spent the afternoon together, eating and talking. Small glasses of soju were served and late in

the evening you received a message from Hana saying she was having a night out with her boyfriend. 

hana 💅🏻: don't tell jk, it's a secret 🤭 

She wrote to you, and of course, Jungkook found out the moment the message arrived, he could be the greatest boxer you had ever seen, but he was still a noisy older brother.

"That dwarf should be glad I found out through you, otherwise I would go right were she is and beat the asshole" he laughed, blocking your phone and coming closer to you. 

"Why should she be glad? It was supposed to be a secret, I failed her!" You faked shame and Jungkook smiled at you, knowing he was about to screw up a three-year-old relationship, but he couldn't care less. 

"Because I can be alone with you longer" his voice dropped two tones lower and you could swear his dark eyes expanded, ready to devour you.

You felt his chest leaning closer to you, and you didn't do anything to stop him. He started slow and gentle, still doubting the whole situation and just when you could

feel the guilt winning the battle inside his mind you moaned softly against his lips, making him lose control.  

"God, I can't stop" he whispered voice aggravated by the fever of the moment. You let him have a bit of your mouth,  tongue sneaking in his mouth and his hands on your ass, caressing and grabbing as if your body was his. It took every ounce of self control  in you to push him away and act outraged. 

"I'm sorry" you were the first one to speak, acting like the innocent little girl he tought you were "I'm sorry, God, I'm-" and you walked down the hallway to your room closing the door in his face while he followed you repeating the words it was my fault and don't run. 

He texted you like crazy for weeks, apologizing, saying he was so sorry for crossing your boundaries but you never texted him back, leaving him to slowly go insane with the need to speak with you again and kiss you one last time. 

A couple of weeks went by, and you avoided Jungkook at all costs, knowing his body was already infected with fantasies of the two of you sharing together what his girlfriend couldn’t give to him, and guilt suddenly was no longer a burden for him,deciding to take it off his shoulders the moment you started acting as if you were the one that started the kiss. 

You met again at Hana's birthday party and you pretended to be nervous,  to feel guilt when he appeared with her. He could tell he was hurting you by showing up with her, so the moment his girlfriend disappeared with their friends he ran to you and took you to a private place. 

"I can't believe I did that!" you passed your hand over your face so you could appear more distressed to him.

"It wasn't just you, I wanted it as well, I've been wanting it for a while" he grabbed your shoulders trying to shake your stress away. 

"You have Heather, she loves you and you love her, I am just third wheeling here" you spit and it burned you inside out to say her name out loud, your silent enemy, your love rival. 

"I don't-" and he stopped himself, not sure if he should say those words.

"What?" you tried to not sound desperate. 

"I don't know if I still love her, I mean, I do... I did" he seemed frazzled as well, but the difference was that he was truly going through it, you weren't. 

You kept up your plan of ignoring him, until one night when he knew Hana wasn't going to be home, he appeared at your apartment at midnight. He clearly had been drinking and smoking, his forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Jungkook- we can't" you tried to speak but he slammed the door close aggressively and grabbed you by your cheeks.

"Yes, the fuck we can," and he pressed his lips against yours like a blow, pushing you with his gigantic body making you walk backward towards your room without breaking the kiss. 

You knew you weren't just a simple affair that night. 

You knew you were the one. His one. 

That was three months ago. Now Jungkook was grinding his body against yours at your desk chair and sinking his face in your hair trying to catch your attention like a lost puppy. 

He was clingy, you couldn't believe how clingy he was. You noticed it when Jungkook started to appear in your dance company and your restaurant shifts. When he appeared at your company, he would just stand behind the glass, watching you teach children ballet positions and even when you tried to ignore him you could feel him staring and smiling at you. What you didn't know was that he was imagining a future with you, him teaching a beautiful baby girl how to box and you teaching her ballet.

And when he showed up at the restaurant he would sit in a corner, watching you serving orders and making sure no one would flirt with you. He was spending so much time with you, you were starting to get worried people would say something about your affair to Heather before Jungkook himself could do it and break the relationship.

It was worrying you yes, but not enough to feel bad, you could take his clinginess.

"I'm mad at you" you pouted "I'm starting to think you only want me when you're horny, I haven't see you all week" 

"I'm so sorry baby, I was practicing for tonight's match and Heather has been hot on my heels with a charity event her father wants me to assist, I hate that old man" he complained, shacking off the dust of his joint in a empty cup of coffee you had on the table.

"But, I thought her father didn't like you" 

"He likes me only when he needs me for a sports charity event or something, outside of that he wants me away from his daughter, I hate his fake ass" 

"You should talk about it with Heather" you advised him, hurting yourself by saying her name out loud and suggesting him to go and speak with her. 

"I've tried, but she's been off lately, I think she's starting to suspect something, she told me today that it’s been weeks since we had sex but she was the one giving me shit for entering in the state league, how can you make love to someone that isn't happy for you when you reach a dream" you turned around, ready to face him and console him. 

Your legs surrounded his waist and he finally sat in your place, his back resting on the back of the chair as you straddled his lap. He inhaled from his cigar once and pouted his lips in your direction, you immediately understanding his silent order.

You sucked the smoke out of his lips, savoring the bitter taste of nicotine, weed, and ashes from his lustful mouth. He leaned over you when you threw your head back to let the smoke out of your mouth and started to kiss your neck devotedly. If Jungkook could, he would make an altar of your body, but your neck had to be his favorite place to be.

"If you were mine, I would make love to you every time you’d ask me to" you provided  with the sweetest and horniest voice you could manage , looking him right in the eyes, licking your lips "I would give this pussy to you nine to five"

"I am yours, give it to me now" and he lifted you by your knees and dropped you on the bed.  He took off his jacket and boots, and he rewarded himself with the extended view of your legs soft and thick thighs showing underneath the football t-shirt. He took off his oversized black shirt and joined you in bed, ripping the blouse away and closing his eyes as if in pain when he saw your white lingerie set. 

"I can't believe I spent a whole week away, fuck" he said, tracing the border of your bra cups with his lips "I'm such an asshole baby, I don't even know what I'm doing with her, she doesn't mean anything to me anymore"

"Stop mentioning her when I'm with you" you complained in between soft gasps. 

"Sorry, forgive me baby, you're the only one that matters here" he unhooked your bra,  freeing your breast ready to have a feast, sucking and licking the globes of your tits but avoiding your nipples, they were his dessert after letting you reach  the limit. 

"Jungkook stop teasing, please" you pleaded, knowing how much he loved to drive you crazy.  

"Nope, I'm gonna make it up to you" he lifted his weight off you and placed himself in between your legs. "Hands on your nape, baby, and don't move them unless I tell you"

After you placed your hands  together under your neck, he tapped your chin with his fingers gently, smiling down at you. 

"Good girl" he approved and you smiled at him proudly. For a long while, he drank you in stare possessive, still not believing he had you all for himself when he couldn't even  show to the world how this precious creature was his. He dropped his hands to trace your lines, your waist, your ribs, kneading the flesh of your body devotedly until he arrived to your neglected breasts. 

You moaned when he grabbed them from above, his big rough hands feeling hot against your skin, massaging your boobs slowly making you arch for him. 

"What are you doing?" you asked genuinely because this side of him was new. He would always do everything fast, aggressively, and hot. He was taking his time with you this time.

"Torturing you and pleasing you," he snorted, finding your body reactions so pleasing. From your position, you could see your breasts beginning to swell, hot and red skin proof of your painfully delicious arousal. Your nipples were hard and distended, and the more he massaged you, the more you started to twist underneath him. 

You realized there was a hot and wet spot underneath your crotch, staining your sheets and your panties. You could come like this, and you opened your eyes when his filthy mouth placed sweet and soft kisses still avoiding your nipples. 

"Jungkook! Please, suck them!" you begged, the grip of your hands getting harder to hold on. 

"My beautiful, ____, how much I have dreamed about you like this, desperate by me" 

"Please, please Jungkook, your tongue, your lips, your teeth" you vaguely started to beg him to use his mouth but you couldn't bring yourself to conjure coherent sentences.

Just when you thought you couldn't get wetter, just as your hips started to grind against the air desperately searching for some friction , his hand, scratched from wearing boxing gloves all the time, caressed your nipple making you scream his name. 

"It’s fucked up, but I would choose you over and over no matter what" he stated before giving you what you had been asking for, licking your inflated buttons making you convulse with intense pleasure, and even thi he loved  how hard you were grabbing  his hair, almost tearing it out of the scalp, he found the strength to say "Hands on your nape" 

He kissed his way down to your center, and let his mouth torture you the same way he did with your breasts, sniffing and licking the juices of your climax. When you  opened your eyes, vision hazy with pleasure, you saw him smile against your cunt.  

He looked primal, almost caveman-like. The way he was eating you out was making angels cry somewhere in heaven, because you could have bet the first beasts on earth ate their raw food with the same intensity and wilderness Jungkook was eating you, but did those creatures grind their hips against the mattress trying to find relief? 

You didn't think so, it was a spectacle. Seeing Jungkook so out of control and concentrated on your cunt as if giving you pleasure was his only task and the only thing he was good for, was enough to make you come. 

And in that moment, you knew everything you did to get to him was worth it because the fantasies were no longer empty dreams in which  you and him were together, they were real. And it was you that made it happen.  

He spent the rest of the night adoring your body and you knew that his relationship was over , because his phone kept ringing with the song he put for her and he ignored it every time; you both received text messages from his sister, asking him to join them at the party, but that night  he preferred to sleep in  with you, not caring if Hana or anyone else found the two of you together. 

"Is time for the rest of the world to know" he said kissing your cheeks when the two of you were done, ready to sleep "I don't care of the consequences, I love you and just you" 

You fell in love first, but he definitely fell harder. 

⇢ thvlouvre's p.s. and my man, thank you to my man 🤪 just kidding, this was an anon request but instead of making a small drabble I wanted to make a fic out of this, leave your feedback and comments kindly! I'll be watching you all! hope you all enjoyed it and happy Joon day! virgo season let's go! 🖤 thank you to the beautiful @moonchild-your-eyes for helping me proofread this, go and show some love 💖

lee haechan’s pride

‎‎━━━━ ‎ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ‎ ━━━━

a mafia au / enemies to lovers au

pairing | lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre | crack, angst

words | 11.9k

warnings | swearing, descriptive injuries, murder, blood. read with caution.

author’s note | this is the first part of the seven deadly sins series, where each member has their own individual story (& sin) which takes place in the same ‘universe’, per say. read more about the other members’ sins in the link above ! 

lee haechan’s pride is by far his most vexing trait. he makes it his underlying mission to appear superior through any means possible, and the worse part is that he earned it.

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They say a cat has 9 lives. 

Lee Haechan isn’t exactly a cat but he certainly does live as though there are 8 more lives to spare. As reckless and self-absorbed as he is, he manages to have an unparalleled record in his area of expertise, a remarkable skill in the art of manipulation and deceit that meant he was one of the gang’s most prized possessions. He worked alone and took pride in independence, each victory was exclusively his and the distinct lack of failures only fuelled his already thunderous ego even further. He worked alone, until he was forced to work with… you.

“Hyuck, this is Y/n. From now on you’ll work as a team for missions.” Mark Lee coughs through the awkward, visibly tense atmosphere and gets up from the chair with a restless hand running through his raven coloured hair. “I’ll leave you two so you can get to know each other a little better.”

It’s hard to ignore Haechan’s fierce gaze that almost burns holes into his leader’s back, how his teeth are gritted as if he’s one to ever hold back from speaking his mind, hands shrinking into fists tight enough to leave crescent shaped scars printed in the skin of his palm, and you swear he hasn’t even set his eyes on you once since Mark called you two in. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mark?” The rage in his tone travels out of the room and across the hallways, intriguing enough to gather curious looks from some of his teammates, who poke their heads out of the doors to see what the fuss is all about. Mark just sighs - he knew this wasn’t gonna sit well with him. “Tell me you’re joking. It’s one of those times where you’re mad and all like ‘hey, I’m the leader and I have the power around here, you do as I say’, isn’t it? You know that shit doesn’t work on me.”

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to build a home. ljn

8.6k words | lee jeno’s one shot [to build a home]

genre ➛ romance, photographer! au, tooth-rotting fluff, established relantioship! au, domestic! au. 

he was exactly what you longed for: the safety of a pair of arms around you, the scent of freshly baked bread, a feather-like kiss on your forehead, the one breath of devotion in your lungs as his tongue found yours, that same breath that made God himself turn and toss in his bed as you had stolen from him, his most beloved angel.

— disclaimer ➛ This is a work of fiction. I do not own famous character(s) such as idols and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way. You can not copy or translate my writings without my permission.

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rivers over stones ; j.jk

pairing ; jeon jungkook x reader

summary ; you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

words ; 37.6k ,, yea ,,

warnings / includes ; swearing, mentions of death, one and a half sex scenes ?? i tried to keep it pg but cmon guys it’s jungkook, lots of goddamn angst and fluff, you and jungkook are emotionally constipated, jungkook being a dick, jungkook being a soft bun, jungkook being a love-sick sap, jk and y/n literally either fight or flirt or fuck no joke, the rest of bts having cameos, reader is a baker !!, and finally *gasps for dramatic effect* a baby (o_o)

a/n ; okay so ,, sorry for taking literally half a year to write this ,,,,, i have no excuses, it was supposed to come a lot earlier but life got in the way :(( but !! it’s finally out and i rlly hope you like it !! OH thank you for 3.1k yall wtf ? i don’t deserve yall :( this fic is based on the movie life as we know it !! yall know im not a huge fan of rom coms but my friend made me watch it so why not make it a fic ??? also huge thanks to @flowerboyyoonbin​, who i have annoyingly rambled about this fic to since day one. anygays, pls enjoy !!! comments and feedback are always welcome !

“Goddamn… zipper,” You huffed, twisting your arms to reach the cold metal tab between your shoulder blades and attempting to tug it upwards. After struggling for quite a while, you managed to yank it up to the neckline of the dress.

You slipped your feet into heels you just knew you were going to regret later in the evening whilst lightly touching up your makeup. As you leaned into the mirror, you silently prayed that all this dolling up wouldn’t go to waste.

Having not gone on a date in almost seven months, your best friend, Jihyo, took it upon herself to set you up on a blind date, doing so in a flurry of flailing arms and phone calls. With her boyfriend’s own best friend, at that. 

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