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only you | jjk

“no one else can fix me, only you”

⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: mental health issues, extreme sadness, swearing, mention of traumatic event, mention of amnesia, mention of mental struggles, a lot of crying, mention of work pressure, mention of stress, mention of mental breakdowns, post traumatic stress disorder, mention of cowardice, remembering of trauma, mention of sex, mention of masturbation, a lot of making out, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, praising, penetrative sex, protected sex, and creampie

⏤ words: 7,450

⏤ summary: after a traumatic event, your world flipped upside down, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. an emptiness that has been eating you completely for the past year, but in the middle of the chaos that has become your life, there has been one person who has never left you. the only person that can fix you. jungkook.

⏤ author’s note: after reading this whole fic, i decided to not add or change anything about it since this was and still is an healing fic for me so i just corrected some small things here and there but for the rest, the fic is the same. i  want to thank every single one of you for everything you’ve done for the past year, it means the world to me! i hope you’ll enjoy this fic again ❤️

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Control | kth (m)

➳ pairing: ceo!taehyung x spouse f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you’ve been testing your husband’s patience for a while now, simply for fun. But you never imagined that he would take revenge this way.

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➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4.5K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, hard dom!taehyung, sub!reader, thigh riding, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talking, pet names, praising, use of sex toys, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), big d*ck!taehyung, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent taehyung in any way!

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➳ a/n: A huge thanks to @starlightauroras-main for beta-reading, literally what’d I do without you 😭? Banner made by the lovely @eerieedits 🤩 thank you so much val ❤️!!

The consistent ringing of the doorbell would’ve frustrated Taehyung any other evening, but this time it’s different. Tonight, he drops his phone on the living room couch, dashing for the door. As he takes the package from the delivery boy, his heart thrums excitedly. It’s finally here. He can’t wait for tomorrow morning.

Inspecting the box closely, Taehyung walks over to the center table, and tries to imagine your face when you open your gift. A deep satisfaction makes him smile.

“Baby, who is it?” Your voice snaps him back to the present.

He hides the box in the kitchen before answering you, “It’s the security, love! Just giving me an update about something.”

Happy that it was well hidden, he enters the bedroom and notices your sleepy form. Taehyung climbs up on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Goodnight, jagiya. Sleep tight!” A smirk lingers on his lips even when he falls asleep, already picturing the following day.

You wake up to a gentle pressure against your lips and the insistent pattering of rain against your bedroom window. Fluttering your eyes open, you notice your husband’s gorgeous face hovering over yours, dropping a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I made breakfast, jagiya.” With that, he retreats from your shared bedroom. You whine in protest. Turning over on the far too cozy mattress, you blink at the digital clock on the bedside table, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

A smile plays at the corner of your lips, the longing to be with your husband dispersing the last of your drowsiness. Yawning softly, you kick off the warm sheets and stretch your arms until they make a satisfying popping sound. You listen to the rain thrum against the windows for a moment before getting to your feet.

You enter the bathroom and brush your teeth before getting ready for your shower. Despite the initial chilling cold, you manage to step beneath the calming spray. Soon enough, the warm water hits your skin and you clutch your vanilla body wash.

After finishing up with your shower, you dry your hair, getting ready for work, where your husband happens to be your boss. If you’re being honest with yourself, you never thought that you’d have your happy ending with him. Especially when he was so cold at first. But now, you couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. Shaking off the thoughts, you smile confidently at the mirror, doing a little twirl. Your stomach growls, reminding you to eat breakfast.

The living room and kitchen are unnaturally quiet, save for the rain and the purr of the expensive coffee machine your husband owns. A lamp illuminates the open space from a corner, fighting back the dreary weather.

Taehyung stands in front of the buzzing espresso maker, clad in a pair of sweatpants and cotton tee, which surprises you. Shouldn’t he be all suited up and ready for work? Head tilted down, he waits for the mug to fill up. It’s clear that he’s impatient, his left hand running through his hair, his biceps flexing. Shifting side to side, he gives you the exclusive view of his butt. He’s a sight for sore eyes.

You make your way over to him with a pleased sigh, curling both arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his solid back. His rumbling chuckle tickles your warm, lotioned skin as you let yourself feel his entire form, drinking him in.

“So handsy,” he chides quietly and without any actual reproach. Turning off the machine and setting the mug of coffee down, he turns around in your grasp, affectionately carding a hand through your smooth hair. “Sleep well?”

With your face resting on his chest, you glance up. “Yeah. You let me sleep longer than usual today, Mr. Kim.”

A teasing and ever so slightly foreboding glint settles in his brown irises, making the gold flecks in them visible. “Don’t get used to it,” Taehyung remarks. “There’s a reason as to why I let you sleep. I wanted you to be… exceedingly rested.”

You raise your eyebrow in surprise, unable to keep your heart from jumping into your throat at his tone. “Oh? Let me guess… Another packed up day with meetings?”

Full mouth twisting into a minuscule smile, he runs his thumb along your jawline. “No, no! Today’s our day off. We’re having some fun today. I mean, I will most certainly have fun. As for you… Well, we will see about that.” Untangling himself from you, he nods over to the kitchen island. “Come on, have your breakfast.”

You nod, happily sitting down with him to eat the pancakes he prepared with your daily dose of caffeine. “Mm, these are so good and fluffy!” you say appreciatively, chewing on the soft pancakes that melt in your mouth.

Taehyung smiles, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “I have a little something for you.” He strokes your skin beneath his thumb, looking at you expectantly.

“Really? That’s so amazing! Show me!”

Taehyung winks, motioning for you to finish your plate. “Ah, I love your excitement, sweetheart! It’s exciting indeed, but you’ll need to finish your breakfast first.”

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you complete your breakfast in record time. “What is it?” He points to the kitchen counter. Turning your head, you eye a previously inconspicuous package on the polished granite. “What is that?” you press, feeling oddly flustered.

“Oof, too many questions. Just open it already!” Taehyung says, still keeping his smile.

He gets up and steps away to lean against the counter, gesturing for you to start. You gulp nervously under his gaze, walking over to the counter and grabbing the box. The shiny, pastel-pink paper is almost buttery beneath your fingers as you pry it off the small rectangle, tatters of it decorating the stone.

Finally, the last piece falls away — and you can’t help but gasp softly. ‘Lelo – Wearable Smart Wand’, the box says in bold, elegant letters, right above a surprisingly tasteful depiction of it’s contents.

Next to you, Taehyung props his chin up on one fist, grinning from ear to ear as you lower your eyes, your cheeks heating up.

“Cat got your tongue, jagi?” he coos, treacherously innocent.

“…I’m – uhm.” Oh, you sound like someone who has never seen a sex toy before when you own one, for god’s sake! But… this? This is more than a little unexpected. You clear your throat, ignoring the surge of heat between your legs. “What exactly brought this on?”

He throws you a menacing glare. “You’ve been a very bad girl lately, don’t you think?” His tone makes you swallow. He notices the way you fidget nervously, biting your cheek. “Refusing my orders in bed. On a regular basis now,” he growls in your ear.

You shiver involuntarily, your pulse quickening. His attitude is exactly the reaction you expected when you thought of disobeying your dominant husband. But a sex toy? You never imagined your husband’s punishment for you to go down this route.

“Did you think that I would let you get away with what you’ve been doing?” Taehyung inches closer as he softens his tone, acting as if you aren’t the only people occupying the spacious kitchen who might hear his words. “Since you like testing my patience that much, I will test yours in return. If you think you can take it.”

His last sentence is as stern as the rest of his answer, but you immediately recognize it for what it really is – a question of assent. If you don’t want to continue, he’ll let it go without any complaint or reprimand.

But you do want to. You want this – him – always. He’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

Holding his tenacious gaze, you reach for the box and pull it closer before wordlessly returning your hands to his chest. Your noses brush briefly as Taehyung leans in, placing a kiss just below your ear.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, teeth grazing the tender skin. “I want you to change your clothes to something less professional now. And when you’re ready, join me in the living room. Don’t forget your present.” With that, he steps around you, leaving your flustered self alone in the kitchen.

The next few minutes pass in a dazed blur. You grab the package, making your way back to the bedroom, only to freeze in the doorway. He has made the bed and cleaned up the mess you left behind. Something warm and tender curls itself around your heart, making you smile softly. He keeps surprising you in the best ways, going from the demanding boss to the utterly loving husband.

After a long, mental debate on what you should wear for the day, you decide to go through your closet and try on the things you like. Somehow, it helps you. You’re quickly distracted by the dresses, thoughts of his present and words melting away.

Your mind stays empty until you are dressed in a short, flowy dress, the material barely able to cover your thighs. The bare skin suddenly reminds you of what’s about to come and you could swear the lace thong you are wearing is already wetting up.

You close the bedroom door gently behind you, inhaling a sharp breath. Crossing the open space of the apartment, you finally re-enter the living room. Taehyung is sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowed down at his laptop screen. Is he seriously working right now?

Brows knitted together in a little frown, you walk over to him, a pout adorning your face as he keeps gazing on the laptop, not even regarding your presence. His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose, short sleeves rolled up even shorter, his strong muscles on full display.

Sexy, you think, fiddling with the box in your hands. You feel both embarrassed and intrigued by the thought of his hands around your throat. As if aware of your fruity mind, Taehyung steals a glance at you. Eyes sweeping from your toes up to your face, his darkening stare and stony-faced expression betray his sinful inner thoughts.

“Sit down,” he orders, after a few tense seconds of silence. Throat dry and movements shaky from nervousness, you take a seat in a corner of the couch. Without looking up at you, he grunts, complaining. “Y/N.”

You jolt up, confused, the package landing on the center table. Taehyung doesn’t bother to look at you, but there is a subtle smile playing on his lips and he is wordlessly patting one leg. There’s no need for him to elaborate; your feet carry you over to him hastily. Moving the laptop slightly, he gives you ample space to perch on top of his thigh, one arm snaking around you to continue what he’s working on.

Seconds pass into minutes. And even though your spot is quite nice, you are growing increasingly restless, wiggling closer to your husband.

“Impatient, are we?” Taehyung utters, without sparing you a single glance. “I suppose that’s my fault. You’re so used to getting what you want from me.” You turn your head to nuzzle his neck, enjoying the feel of his satisfied hum as you kiss the sensitive spot just beneath his jaw. His fingers comb through your hair strands, gentle at first, but tightening in the next moment, pulling you away. “You have to wait,” he mutters, seemingly unruffled by your seduction.

But there is obvious proof tenting his pants – proof that he’s just barely hanging on. You look down briefly and back up, only to find him staring at you with both amusement and exasperation.

“I can practically see the gears in your head turning, jagiya.” Letting go of your hair, he resumes his work. “You’re not getting a single inch. Not until I feel like you’ve earned it.” Taehyung reaches for the wireless mouse next to the laptop and pauses, tilting his head as if considering something. “Maybe I should give you a reminder.”

He grabs one of your legs, making you turn until you are straddling his thigh. The gusset of your panties press against the soft material of his sweatpants. “You can get off, if you want to.” He smiles, kissing the curve of your cheekbone. “But I’m not going to help you. If that’s not enough, you’ll have to settle for sitting here… just like this.”

Clutching his shoulders for support and burying your face in his neck, you shudder. It’s hard to decide whether you love or hate this with every emotion far too tangled up in the aching need rushing through your veins.

The first, careful sway of your hips makes you gasp. Soaked lace slides against your clit, barely an obstruction for his leg, the pressure deliciously perfect.

Your second rocking is a little harder, immediately followed by the next. Soon, you are riding him steadily, the spiraling pleasure making you sigh and moan. Taehyung lets you have your way, clicking and typing without pause. But he isn’t unaffected - his heartbeat is rapid and his breathing shallow, coming as short bursts.

“Taehyung—” His name is barely more than a whimper, caused by the clenching of his solid muscles, pushing against your core.

“Already?” he chokes, surprised. Finding the swell of your ass, he grasps the soft flesh desperately.

“I’m sorry, I just–” Your apology is cut off by your climax, your own thighs shaking and tensing. Eyes falling shut, you cry out, forehead resting on the ball of his shoulder. Tremors keep running and running through you, your body held steady by strong hands that guide you through it. Taehyung’s sweatpants, wet where you’ve just come, stick to his skin.

“Fuck.” The single, growled expletive marks the end of your husband’s patience.

Before you can catch your breath, he snaps his laptop shut and shoves it to the side. Taehyung lifts you up to drop you on the soft cushions. Gaze sharp and filled with desire, he looms over you like a vengeful ruler, reaching for the zipper of your dress and undoing it hastily. The material falls away easily, just like you planned, the delicate linen gathering at your sides. He bunches the loose clothing around your waist, leaving only the peach colored thong. Your nipples are erect, one of them being caressed by his thumb.

“Can’t believe you,” he mutters, immediately bending down to start covering the space with kisses and bites. “Can’t believe how ready you always are for me, good lord.” The scratch of his stubble is almost too much as he trails further down, tongue grazing the edge of your belly button. “Need you in my mouth. Want to taste how sweet you are.”

There is no chance for you to move, even if you wanted to. Arms winding around your thighs, Taehyung leans in to pull your panties away and lap at your cunt with his tongue, groaning deeply. With each flick and drag, he inches closer, spreading you wide with his upper body, as if letting it go will kill him.

Overly sensitive as you are, you can’t stop the shaking of your hips and the noises escaping your throat. “I’m– ah– I can’t—”

Taehyung raises his head, just enough so he can speak, voice raspy but firm. “You can and you will. It’s not up for debate, sweetheart.” He gently scrapes your labia with his teeth, brown eyes glinting when you squirm. “I want you dripping and tender before I let you have your new toy – which means you’re going to come for me again. Like a good girl.”

Closing his lips around your clit, he starts to suckle, his eyes watching intently as he digs his fingertips into your skin, almost to the point of pain. You arch your back, hands flying into his hair and babbling words that are barely coherent.

For a few sparkling, blinding white minutes, there’s only bliss, only his tongue and warm breath as he murmurs encouragement and praise.

It feels like gravity has loosened its hold on you momentarily, only to immediately wrench you back to earth. The ceiling seems to spin and it takes significant effort for you to push yourself onto your elbows.

Taehyung stares, wearing a somewhat drunk expression, eyes and lips glazed and his hair completely disheveled. His pants are tight at the front, probably uncomfortably so. A shiver goes through your limbs when he places a last kiss just above your clit. “Perfect,” he mumbles. “That’s my girl. You’re more than ready for your gift now, don’t you think?”

You want to agree, to nod, or even give him the box, but he reaches for it before you can, smirking at the feeble state he has put you in.

He takes his sweet time, plucking the single piece of tape off with a needless flourish. Finally, he’s able to reach inside, lifting the toy with a satisfied and fascinated hum. It appears precious in the morning light, the smooth silicone held in rose-gold. It’s thick shape doesn’t resemble your own vibrator at all, looking a little like a wiggly ‘T’.

“I cleaned it before when you were changing your clothes,” he informs you and pulls something else from the box – a tiny bottle of lube. “I also got this.” He gives a throaty chuckle. “You’re probably wet enough, but…” Gaze dragging over your nude form, Taehyung sighs. “You’re so small and delicate.” An endearing look adorns your face, his worry making your heart flutter. He flicks the cap of the lube open, squeezing a generous dollop onto the toy. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for permission to come.”

Leaning over you, Taehyung braces himself on the back of the couch, his occupied hand drifting down, down, until you can feel the blunt end of the toy nudging lace to the side and dipping between your slit. Your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering madly. You can’t help it though, his heated expression and the sensation of the vibrator are almost too much to take. There’s no resistance, just the faint, wet noise of it slipping inside, the flat end coming to rest on your clit.

“God, look at you,” he breathes. “How does it feel?”

“It’s…” You swallow nervously. “It’s good. Nice. But, Tae, it’s not you–”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He places a light kiss on the tip of your nose – too affectionate and too innocent for what he is doing to you. “You know why. It’s either this, or nothing at all.”

Pulling you upright, Taehyung pulls up your dress, redoing the zipper and properly covering you up again. You notice that he’s still rock-hard, the thick ridge of him straining his sweatpants.

“Maybe I could… help?”

He snickers. “Nice try.” Another kiss lands on the corner of your mouth, lingering, just long enough to be teasing. “Remember the file I sent you yesterday through email? It’s about an upcoming collaboration. Go through it and send me your ideas.” You gape at him after he has dropped back into his seat, his whole demeanor radiating cockiness. “Well? Do you need my invitation, Mrs. Kim?”

Slipping from the couch, you shoot him a look full of frustration, huffing a lock of hair out of your heated face. The motion jostles the toy between your legs, turning walking into a definite challenge. Pausing by the doorframe, you glance back.

Taehyung just smiles, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You’ve always been a trustworthy employee. That’s how he noticed you at first. But right now, any sort of comprehension is beyond you.

The pdf file on the computer screen describes the point of the collaboration and the goals the company is trying to achieve. But, most of it is simply blurring into a puzzling mess. The barely audible humming at the apex of your thighs intensifies, the part of the toy resting on your clit thrumming wildly for a moment before slowing to a frustratingly slow rhythm. This is the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

After you entered the home office, Taehyung started slowly, keeping your gift’s pace at a bearable minimum and actually giving you some time to read. But now he seems to be just fine with challenging your composure.

You moan a little when the speed picks up again, your head falling back from pleasure. Your panties are completely ruined, wet enough to slick your inner thighs.

Gosh, you need something to distract yourself.

Closing the file, you get up with unsteady legs and make your way to the washroom. The cool marble of the counters is a relief for your hot palms. You squirm towards the sink, splashing cold water on your face. It calms your nerves, the excessive heat from your skin lowering – until the entirety of the toy starts to hum, rubbing against your g-spot, clit, literally everywhere. You close the running tap, gasping and holding onto the edge of the sink. So close, so close and you need to come.

A calloused hand drifts around your waist, settling on your lower abdomen and guiding you back against a solid chest.

“Taking a break already?” Taehyung rasps, tickling your earlobe. “Or are you being lazy?”

You whimper. “No, no, I was just–”

“Hot?” He reaches for your face, the pleasant touch of his palm making you shudder. “Very good. I’m glad to know that you’re being punished properly.” Taehyung pulls his phone from his pocket. With a flick of his thumb, the buzzing toy within you starts swirling, drawing an undignified yelp from you. He smiles as if he isn’t inflicting torture of the meanest kind on you. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, legs giving out beneath you. His strong arms immediately grab you before you can hit the floor.

“Oh?” Holding you by the waist, he slowly backs you up against the counter. “Care to specify?”

“I’m sorry for– for disobeying you and testing your patience.” You are so, so close. Deep down, you pray that he’ll let you come this time.

“You’re not going to do it again, are you?”

“I won’t, I won’t, I – fuck, baby, please.”

The toy stops. You are still hovering by the edge, ready to fall over it, tears gathering in your eyes from being denied once again. You want to say something, curse him, maybe. But you only manage a few muffled words before he hauls you up effortlessly.

You feel very small as he carries you through the condo with long, decisive steps. Clinging to him, you nibble on his earlobe until he grunts out loud.

Your back hits the bed hard, the mattress creaking. Your mouths collide with a clack of teeth and shared moans, unashamed in the hushed light breaking through gray clouds and filtering through the windows.

“I know you need to come,” Taehyung mutters, inching away to tear at your dress, “but you can only do it around my cock.” The linen lands in a pile at the foot of the bed, followed closely by your panties.

You can only guess how you look like right now, shaken up and needy, thighs parted to reveal how shiny and puffy you are around the toy. It seems to be captivating enough for him to stare like he is taking his fill.

“You may think that you were the only one tormented today, but you have no idea -” he finds the end of the vibrator, gently pulling at it - “no fucking idea how many times I had to stop myself from leaving my seat to find you. Maybe fuck my hand while my gift makes your legs kick out.”

When the toy slides from you, it’s both relieving and disappointing, leaving you empty, wanting. He tosses it carelessly to the other side of the bed, discarding his tee next to it.

Your doe eyes drink in his broad shoulders, his defined pecs, his thick member as he pulls it free from pants and boxers, both now riding low on tapered hips.

Mine, your subconscious purrs. You sigh in agreement, the noise darkening his expression. He climbs up on the bed immediately, your mouth opening willingly for him. Taehyung tangles your tongues together in a passionate kiss, his hand roaming all over your body.

“How are you even real?” he whispers, tugging at your hair while you trail wet kisses across his face. He doesn’t need to extend the foreplay - you’re already more than ready to take him.

Giving you a brief peck on the lips, he moves to your jawline, going down your neck, biting you gently along the way. His lips worship you, kissing every bit of your silky skin as he finally positions himself along your aching entrance.

Your moans are muffled in his kiss when he smoothly penetrates you, your body alight from the euphoria. He growls, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Taehyung hugs you tight and your body instinctively clings to him, inviting him all the way in. So he complies, pushing himself as deep as he can go, his balls resting against your butt. You almost explode at the sensation, your walls clenching around him.

“Please… move,” you beg, the need surging inside you blinding any other emotions. He nods, staring to rock his hips. Frenzied moans escape you as his cock brushes your most sensitive spots. Encouraged by the sounds of your delight, your husband builds the pace up until he’s pounding you ruthlessly.

“Did I go hard on my princess today, hm? Pushed my jagi too hard?” You nod with a mewl, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible the next day. “But you’re such a good girl. Took everything so skillfully.” Taehyung hums, his pubic bone grinding on your clit, a gasp leaving you. Desperate, you wrap yourself tight around him, pushing on his ass with your heels to have him deeper. He growls, giving you a hard kiss on the mouth. “I’m not going to last long, jagiya.”

Your enraptured moans accompanied by his guttural groans form a wicked melody, the sound getting more extreme with each of his thrusts. You surrender yourself to him completely. His cock starts hitting your cervix and g-spot with each thrust, a blinding sensation rocking your body.

The orgasm hits both of you simultaneously as you scream each other’s names in fervor, sweat and bliss dripping down your skin. Your walls pulsate around his throbbing length, milking him shortly after. Thick ropes of his cum fill you up, making you purr in satisfaction.

Eyes closed from pure ecstasy, you try to catch your breath. Taehyung leaves gentle kisses across your chest before resting his head on the soft flesh, sighing happily. You don’t know after how long you flutter your eyes open again, but he’s already looking at you with a very gentle smile on his lips – exactly opposite to his dominant side.

“Let me run you a bath.” He strokes your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re joining me, right?” You nuzzle his hand, looking at him expectantly.

“Anything my sweet baby wants,” Taehyung murmurs, gently gathering you in his arms and carrying you into the bathroom.

the end ♥

author’s notes 💌:

thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed the longest pwp i’ve ever written (damn i’m on a roll lol)! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu!

I used the ‘bad girl’ couple here, in far future because things are complicated between them rn spoiler alert sorry not sorry jsgjfhk.

I’ve never written these type of themes before, so I apologise beforehand if there are any type of mistakes 🤧!! I did read a few fics where a character is hard dominant but still idhjksgk, i’m a newbie, please be gentle 🥺!!

ALL I WANT - JJK | one

you fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 9.3k

warnings/tags — bf2l, fuckboy!jk x textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, annoying jk, awkwardness, tension, some pining, teasing, making out, cursing, a little body worship, grinding, hickeys, nipple sucking, groping, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), praise, spit, choking, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, sudden confessions, creampie, false denial, a little soft near the end

a/n: ahh omg finally!!!! i’ve been having issue trying to post this on tumblr for the last three weeks so we out here using google docs 💀

please refrain from sharing the link with others as it may reach the wrong people and my email address is tied to this. i’ll be sharing the link individually to everyone :) but feel free to like and reblog this post as a sign of acknowledgment 🫶

please either dm me or comment below and i’ll forward the link to you 💗

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

perm taglist: @aliceaflor5-blog @kookiecrumb @jjkeverlast @prettyghost @kooliv @koobsessed @gimmethatagustd @pb-n-juju

Like A French Girl - opt. bias [m]

A/N: Hi I’m finally posting again! I missed writing so much and I’ve been getting many sweet messages that I can’t thank you guys enough for :( PS. I hope someone gets the reference of the title kdnjskf

words: ~3.6k

genre: smut, optional bias (male)!!!, art major!bias

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“Tomorrow? I need to study,” you said as a response to your friend. Instantly, he groaned.

“I swear if I had a dollar for every time you’ve said that to me, I’d be rich,” he said, annoyance in his voice. “Just hang out with me, one day won’t make you fail the exam.”

You had met him at university. He was an art major. Always talking about the music he was passionate about, always having paint stains on his skin, always dressed in the most fashionable clothes. And always wanting to spend time with you, apparently. Not that you minded. No, in fact he was on your mind every day. He was cute, funny and had the kind of mindset you admired in people. But you had sworn yourself you wouldn’t let a boy get in the way of your education. And so, although you saw him day to day at break time, you hadn’t spent a lot of time outside of the university buildings with him.

You looked up at him from where you were sitting at the table in the cafeteria. He was wearing your favorite shirt of his. The next second you wondered when you had decided you had a favorite shirt of his. And now he was smiling at you so sweetly, you almost wanted to give in. But you couldn’t.

“The exam is on the day after tomorrow, so no, I can’t hang out tomorrow,” you said. “I’m sorry, there’s so much I still need to get done.”

“I bet you’ve been studying for weeks already,” he went on. He knew you way too well already.

“Maybe so, but it’s a big exam,” you said matter-of-fact.

“Alright, in two days then,” he decided, as if he made the rules. You tilted your head at him.

“You come by my place after the exam,” he said. “We’ll relax, and I promise I’ll let you forget about studying, even if just for one day.”

Even though you didn’t take him as a fuckboy and you were sure he hadn’t meant it like that, the way he had said the words made your stomach twist with some emotion you couldn’t quite describe. So, you thought about it, but he was right. You needed a break, especially after the exam was finally over. 

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Alexander McQueen Pre-Fall 2020 Collection

candles & flames | jjk (m)

Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so! they’re both royalty/high in society (gd should’ve called this ‘royals’), fuckboy jk, banter, past side character death mentioned, hints of fake dating but not really, angst!, the ending.., douchebag jk at times, crying, guilt, jk is sus too, bits of jealousy, society sucks, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), mouth fucking, spit stuff?, manhandling, spanking, dry humping, dirty talk, angry foreplay but things get softer, he comes in her mouth <3, they’re hiding during all that <3 ➳ wc: 24.6k 😐 ➳ a/n: sooo. i love e2l and regency aus, but i haven’t written much/any of those, so they’re not my strongest suit. but hopefully y’all will still enjoy reading it, bc i did enjoy writing it. it’s just the beginning hehe <3 this entirely new genre/trope took some brainpower lmao so i’d love if you dropped by and told me what you think !! 🤍 

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Jeon Jungkook’s sincerity doesn’t run as deep as his undeniable beauty.

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sorry for being a hater i want to be a lover but everything pisses me off