: 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 — (𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

—the love bug. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 20,649 (sorry)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you 

⟶ warnings: coarse language, mild violence, jungkook is really shy and cute and dumb bc he’s so smitten, also jungkook’s butt in spandex is nice, needy/clingy sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), face riding, fingering, riding, missionary, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of a fic i had on my old blog! 

You see Jungkook every night without fail.

When the sun has set below the distant horizon and plunges the world into a formidable darkness, driving most ordinary civilians to seek shelter in their homes, he stumbles into the café tucked cozily on the corner of a busy street in Lower Manhattan. The concrete city is still very much alive in a harmonious mix of sirens and the hum of cars but is subdued, muffling under the night sky and is most susceptible at this time to misconduct. Usually, at this point of night, the café you work at is nearly empty, save for a few stragglers that huddle tiredly at certain round tables. Most times, these are students from the university you attend just around the bend, whose weary eyes peer over the laptop in front of them as they meticulously work on an essay due the next morning, only fueled by the cup of coffee next to them.

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Fighting Temptation

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: Sure, it was requested by my heart after watching the video of Guk boxing. He really out there trying to win his spot as my bias back, huh.

Summary: Just your typical day keeping your boyfriend some company at the BigHit building while he enjoys his new-found hobby, only to find out it is quite hard to focus on anything else when you have each other around.

The sound of boxing gloves hitting the paddles over and over was everything that could be heard through the practice room.

Your eyes remained focused on your boyfriend, whose breathing became heavier by the second, as he had been a good couple of minutes moving around, way too focused and determined not to let his coach hit him with the pads to even think about throwing quick glances at you like he normally did whenever he worked out and you were there.

Finding the sight of Jeongguk’s oversized black t-shirt flowing with each movement of his and his hair becoming messier as it started to get covered with sweat to be quite enthralling, you took your phone out of your jacket’s pocket, starting to record his training.

A huge smile took over your factions after he managed to curve one of the paddles coming at him.

“Yes! That’s my boyfriend!” you chanted in excitement, your heart fluttering after noticing from afar the way he tried so hard not to smile – instead knitting his eyebrows together to remain serious.

That’s when you accepted the challenge.

With a mischievous smile this time, you added: “Looking hot, baby. You show ‘em!”

That did not only earn a chuckle from his coach, but also a pretty cocky smile from Jeongguk. However, his eyes were still focused on the paddles ahead of him, hitting one after another.

“God, I’m so lucky to have such a strong, buff boyfriend who’d be able to protect me so well”.

That had finally drawn his attention to you – somewhere in between a smug and a sweet smile forming on his lips before he opened his mouth to say something in return. Only he didn’t get to, for one of the paddles had stopped him before a word could come out of his mouth, by lightly hitting his head.

“Focus, Jeon!” his coach scolded him, trying his best not to laugh at the amusing situation.

“Yes, Jeon!” you repeated, opening your mouth slightly in a feigned surprised expression just to annoy him, knowing you had succeeded at it after watching him roll his eyes.

“I just got hit because of you, you don’t get to make fun of me” he threateningly pointed at you with the glove covering his hand.

“Oh, come on” you stopped recording, putting your phone back in your pocket. “How hard can it be to keep your focus?”

“You try it then” he dared you.

One of your eyebrows was immediately raised, determinedly looking from him to his coach before nodding your head. “Okay then” you stood up, starting to take your jacket off so that you could move around more easily.

“I’ll hold these” he told the man next to him, taking his gloves off before holding the paddles himself, just as you started walking over there.

“Okay” the man took a step back, “I’ll give you a five minute break and then we’re getting back to it” he informed your boyfriend, giving him a serious look before walking out of the room.

Once he closed the door behind him, Jeongguk turned back to you with a taunting smile, handing the gloves to you and tilting his head for you to put them on.

“You ready?” he questioned, holding the paddles in front of him.

“When am I not ready?” you replied cockily, squinting your eyes at him just as he rolled his – a small sparkle showing on them at the pure sight of you.

As soon as you were done securing the gloves in your hands, you locked eyes with him to let him know you were ready, at which you were met with a bright, cynical smile parting his lips.

“Bring it on, buttercups” he taunted you one last time – that being your cue to begin.

In all honesty, your first punches had been a little more eager than they should’ve, for you had thought your competitive boyfriend would try and hit you with the equipment at all costs just to show you how hard keeping your focus was indeed. What you got instead, was a giggly Jeongguk who would softly move the paddles your way, not really trying to touch you at all.

Falling for his bubbly mode as well, you found yourself laughing wholeheartedly, trying not to close your eyes every time you did so, as you did not intend to lose your focus and let him win.

“You’re so cute” he gushed, this time leaning slightly in and reaching out to touch your waist with the paddle – not getting to do so before you blocked his movement.

“Don’t you dare, Jeongguk” you playfully glared at him, hearing him chuckle at the way you had ever so seriously said his name.

“It’s not that easy now, is it?” he cocked one of his eyebrows, catching on the way your breathing became heavier and your punches turned weaker with each one you threw.

“Don't–”

Before you could even begin to make your point, he had finally gotten to you, touching your elbow with the equipment in his right hand. That was it for you, because you got distracted again as you opened your mouth to yell at him, and he took that to his advantage, delicately hitting the left side of your waist with the other paddle.

Just like that, your previous activities turned into a fit of giggles coming out of both your mouths when he kept on tapping different spots on your body with the pads.

“Come on, babe” he mocked you, “focus!”

“Yah!” you scolded him right after he tapped your head, hopelessly trying to block his manoeuvres; whereas he giggled beatifically.

“Is it that hard for you to keep your focus with me around?”

No matter how bad you wanted to erase that triumphant grin from off his face, you were not able to reply as you started to get ticklish out of nowhere; taking a few steps backwards while you tried to cover yourself from his playful touch – jumping up at the sudden feel of your back hitting the mirror that covered a whole wall of the practice room.

“Wow, I must be really hot to make you lose that fast” he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, making you laugh the instant he faintly hit you one last time before he let the paddles fall to the floor – his hands immediately being placed on your waist, travelling slightly to your back so that he could pull you closer to him.

Rolling your eyes exaggeratedly, your hands placed themselves on his chest out of habit. “I’d say pretty annoying, that’s what you are” you fired back.

Jeongguk chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips lightly against your mouth. “And yet you still have a crush on me, that’s so embarrassing”.

“We’re dating?” you scoffed, tilting your head back so you could glare at him one more time. “And you’re the one who lost first because of me and my charms, do I have to remind you?”

He shook his head, laughing the whole situation off right as he finally smashed his lips on yours – your small bickering being long forgotten when you kissed him back with just as much intensity; your hands going to the back of his head to entangle your fingers in his hair, and his arms wrapping tightly around your figure.

Just as his hands moved to your lower back and you subtly parted your lips to allow his tongue the entrance it had been asking for, however and much to your discontent, you heard the door open.

Pushing each other away in a heartbeat, the two of you turned around to lock eyes with a very disappointed yet not surprised coach, who was shaking his head as he walked over to his bag to look for the next equipment Guk would have to train with.

“Let’s go, lover boy” he announced, not looking up to your boyfriend while he rummaged through his bag, “I hope the break helped you regain some focus”.

Since the man’s eyes were facing the opposite side of the room, you managed to sneak a lingering kiss to the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, smiling proudly at the visible goosebumps he got because of your touch.

“Yeah, Guk-ie” you cooed tauntingly, “I, too, hope you can concentrate now”.

“Don’t you dare” he warned you under his breath, seeing right through you what your intentions were.

Raising your eyebrows daringly, you pressed your mouth to his shoulder before you returned to your previous seat on the floor by the other corner of the room, right as his coach turned around to go to him; having to bite your lower lip not to laugh at your boyfriend’s bothered expression.

The next thirty minutes he had left of training would most certainly be quite the show for you.

cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out. 

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the slam dunk! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

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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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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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monetary value. (m) | richkid!mark

pairing: richkid!mark x richkid!reader

words: 8k+

summary: falling in love with mark lee is not as easy as it seems. especially when you’re both engaged to other people.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, creampie, kind of infidelity, little exhibitionism, office sex, riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation

thank you for 1400 followers!!

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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 💖

everlasting • jjk

➜ being able to love the same person forever is a blessing given from the heavens. to you, however, eternity has become a curse. 

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader

genre: angst • reincarnation au

warnings: a slight, non-explicit insinuation of sex. subtle mentions of violence. probably historical inaccuracy. also, suffering. lots of suffering, actually.

word count: 18k

rating: pg-13

anon requested: a jungguk fic where him and the reader never work out in any life time like they’ll be “maybe we’ll be together in the next life time” yk I don’t know if I’m making sense 🥺 but then in the last one they end up being together.

➜  this is part of the 1st anniversary event. check out masterlist in bio for more of my works!

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“You look absolutely lovely!” your mother chirps happily, clapping her hands together. “The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen!”

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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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launch | mark lee

word count: 25,916 (yikes)

genre: astronaut!au, 1960′s au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, father!au

warnings: death, near death experiences, a lot of crying, emotional baggage

author’s note: hi again!! so im back with a new fic!!i wanna start off by saying that this fic is not meant to belittle anyone’s accomplishments, even though it is based on real events this work is pure fiction, and should be taken as such. I hope you guys like this fic and i know its very long so if you get to the end just know that i love haha thank you!! also, its very possible that tublr will crash if this is opened n mobile so im sorry about that

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark’s dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

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