Suck It Up! (m)

—suck it up! (m)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

⟶ genre: vampire!jungkook / college au / friends-to-lovers + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 9,784

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.

⟶ warnings: pretty much a crack fic!!!, dumbass new world vampire jungkook who is completely incompetent as a vampire, general dumbass-to-lovers shenanigans, twilight references, sweet love making, dry humping, jungkook comes in his pants, riding, marking, biting, a brief mention of blood (so blood play?), breast play, fondling, possession kink??, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, clit play, fingering, missionary, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: happy halloween!!!👻 to celebrate, here is my fic for the nightmare on tumblr.com collab with the lovelies @underthejoon @bratkook @junghelioseok​ @hobidreams @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster !!! pls keep an eye out for their fics when they drop bc it’s going to be fangtastic! this fic was inspired by an old tumblr post i’ve seen but i’ve since lost the link to it! also dedicating this fic to the loml @rockwithwoo​ !! <3

Jungkook’s been acting strange lately.

Then again, Jungkook’s always been strange ━ like the text-you-at-all-hours-of-the day strange, drop by your house unannounced when it’s two in the morning and he’s craving burgers from the diner down the street strange; or send you one of his many unsolicited memes (yes, like quoting dead Vines and dumb Tiktoks and forwarding you horrendous selfies you’ve sent him and snapshots he’s taken of you when you’re least expecting it) from his repertoire at any given moment strange (because he seems to have a meme for every occasion. No, seriously. Like, every occasion).

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DRUNK WORDS ; kth

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: your boyfriend comes home from a night out drunk, and it turns out he loves you more than you think.

warnings: tae is drunk but it’s ok bc he’s cute, reader takes care of him, mentions of alcohol, very brief mention of (happy) tears, talk of marriage + kids

songs i listened to whilst writing: best years — 5sos

a/n: ok since my other account is totally lost and i cant get any of my writing back, take this shitty drabble while i get my stuff together! i actually think this is one of the first bts things i ever wrote.

You loved your boyfriend very much. Of course you did. You loved his boxy smile and the way his hair felt under your fingers and the warmth of his eyes and the smoothness of his skin. You loved his deep voice and his insane talent, and — there were a lot of things you loved about Kim Taehyung. Of course there were.

What you didn’t love was Jimin showing up at your apartment at two in the morning, dragging your very drunk boyfriend with him and shoving him through the door. “Here’s your boyfriend! Enjoy!”

You glared at Jimin’s smugly retreating figure, but hauled Taehyung inside your apartment anyway, rolling your eyes as he clung to you.

“Babyyyyy!” he cheered drunkenly when his bleary eyes recognised you.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you muttered absently, your sole focus being getting him out of his shoes and jacket. Once successful, you grabbed his arm and tried to manoeuvre him into your shared bedroom.

“Wait,” he whined childishly, as you tugged him towards the bathroom.

Yoh stopped immediately, eyes flicking to him in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

His arms wrapped around you tightly and he buried his face into your shoulder, breathing you in with a long, shuddering sigh. “Wanna hold you. I missed you.”

Your eyes softened, and you pressed a kiss to his hair. “I missed you too,” you murmured. “You have a good time?”

”Mm,” he hummed. “Was good. Wish you were with me.”

”S’okay,” you shrugged, your heart warming anyway. “I’m here now. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

”Okay,” he agreed happily, allowing you to guide him to the bathroom and change his clothes and wash him up. When you were done, he pushed you back towards the bed, giggling slightly when you protested.

The second you slid between the sheets, his arms were around you, pulling your back into his chest with a contented sigh. His nose nuzzled the crook where your neck met your shoulder, and you couldn’t help the faint smile of affection that graced your lips.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispered suddenly into your skin.

You smiled, expecting some sort of drunken ramble about his fans and his music, as he tended to do. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Cause I have you.” He kissed your neck again. “And you take care of me all the time. You’re so good to me.”

Your heart melted. “Idiot,” you said affectionately, turning in his arms so you could meet his sleepy gaze. “Of course I do. You do the same for me.”

A slightly goofy grin flickered on his lips when he caught your gaze. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “‘Cause you love me,” he sang softly. “And I love you.”

A small giggle bubbled out of your mouth at his reference to his bandmate. “Good song,” you smiled, missing the way his eyes completely softened at the sound of your tired laugh, the way he squeezed you even closer at the sound.

“I love you, baby,” he said again, leaving a gentle kiss on your nose. You flushed slightly, which only made his endeared smile widen.

“I love you too,” you murmured back, as he cuddled closer to you. He hooked a leg over yours, entangling your limbs to be closer to you and obligingly, you rested your head on his chest.

He burrowed back into the crook of your neck, releasing another satisfied sigh. “My baby.”

You smiled warmly, kissing his chest. “Yeah, Tae. All yours.” You paused, running your hands through his hair. “Go to sleep now,” you instructed gently. “You’re exhausted.”

He let out a tiny whine, but nodded. “Mkay.”

You continued smoothing his hair down, listening as his breaths slowly began to even out, sure he was drifting into sleep, when his husky voice broke the silence.

“You know,” he mumbled. “I‘m going to marry you some day.”

You froze. Of course you froze. Because where the hell did that come from? You pulled back to try to gage his expression, to understand, but with a blink, you realised that Taehyung had fallen fast asleep, his lips slightly parted, hair slipping over his closed eyes.

You breathed out, long and slow. Your boyfriend slept on, oblivious to your thuddinf heart and wide eyes as you held him close.

Taehyung woke next morning to an empty bed. He hated that feeling, when your side of the bed was cold and his arms were wrapped around a pillow instead of around your soft skin.

On the bright side, he could hear you humming in the kitchen, and he could smell the pancakes you were making. The scent made his mouth water, and sure enough, when you returned moments later, holding a tray of pancakes, Nutella, and some aspire in and water, he sat up in delight.

”I don’t deserve you,” he groaned, immediately taking the aspirin and water you offered him. His head was fucking pounding as he swallowed the pills. “Jesus, I drank too much. How’d I even get home?”

Something in your face flickered, for a split second, but then your usual smile made a reappearance. “Jimin brought you,” you said lightly.

Taehyung frowned as he helped himself to some pancakes. “Okay, sweetheart, what did I do? Did I say something or do something stupid last night?”

You jumped. “No,” you said carefully, but Taehyung knew you better. He set down his knife and fork and leaned forward to force you to look at him.

“What did I say?” he asked gently. “I’m sorry, I don’t — ”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said quickly, with a heavy smile. “You — uh, you just told me you were going to marry me one day.”

Taehyung‘s eyes widened so comically huge that you almost burst out laughing.

“Shit,” he exhaled. “I’m sorry, baby, that must have freaked you out, I didn’t mean — ”

“It’s okay!” you said quickly. “It’s okay, you were drunk, you didn’t mean it.”

Taehyung paused. “Wh— what? No, baby, no — no, I meant it. I just wasn‘t planning on dropping it on you like… like that.”

Whej he looked at you nervously, your eyes were round with surprise, a hand partway to your mouth in shock. When you blinked, he realised that slowly, tears were forming at the edge of your eyes, but before he could reach out for you, you spoke.

“You — you want to marry me?” you whispered, eyes shining.

Taehyung went pink, uncharacteristically flustered. “I — yes. Of course. Of course I want to marry you.”

“This isn’t a proposal,” he added hastily. “I don’t think either of us could handle a wedding anytime soon, it’s just — it’s just a promise. For us.” Then he stopped and his eyes widened in panic. “Unless you don’t want to marry me, which is — that’s — ”

“Kim Taehyung, I would marry the shit out of you.” Your voice was quiet, but strong, and the smile he gave you then was fucking radiant. He pulled you into his arms, feeding you a bite of pancake with his fork.

“I want lots of kids,” he suddenly blurted, not sure what possessed him in that moment.

You cocked your head to the side, a teasing grin on your face as you chewed. “How many?”

“Five,” he confessed, and you choked on the pancake.

“Five?” you echoed in disbelief. “Fuck no. Do you know how hard labour is?”

He smiled sheepishly, mouth full of pancake. “Four?”

“Three,” you said stubbornly. Really, you could be convinced to go for four, but you wanted to be a little shit sometimes.

He pouted and you stuck your tongue out.

“I hope they look like you,” you admitted suddenly, as you admired his smile, his tousled hair, his flawless bone structure.

“No, I hope they have your eyes,” he said suddenly, his face moving close to yours as his intense gaze roved your face. “And your nose. And my hair colour and cheekbones. Our children are going to be the prettiest people alive.”

Your heart did cartwheels at his ‘our children’ and when you leant forward to kiss him, you could have sworn that right then, you were the happiest person alive. Talking about all your forevers with your person, your Taehyung — your heart warmed more than you thought was possible.

“Can you imagine?” he said softly, brushing your hair with his fingers. His eyes glazed over, and a wistful smile graced his lips. “A little us running around. I can’t wait.”

You beamed at the thought. “Me too,” you breathed, sinking back into your lover’s arms as he pressed a gentle kiss to your hair. “I can’t wait.”

maybe i do | kth. masterlist

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), lots of feels concerning forced marriage, a bad ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (consensual, just bad sex), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)

➵ a/n : thank you so much for all the support on this series! i couldn’t be more grateful ♡

➵ playlist : sweet night by v! the lyrics fit this series perfectly 🥺

➵ status: (complete) ✓

↠  chapter one : “my forever’s falling down” (11k)

↠  chapter two : “on my pillow, can’t get me tired”  (10k)

↠  chapter three : “the window opened one time with you and me”  (17k)

↠  chapter four : “feels like a river’s rushing through my mind”  (16k)

↠  chapter five : “would it be alright, if i pulled you closer?”  (17k)

↠  chapter six : “my heart is pounding tonight”  (25k)

↠  chapter seven : “i’m wondering if you’d want me now”  (22k)

↠  chapter eight : “i still hope the door is open”  (38k)

↠  chapter nine : “i wanna ask you, if this is all just in my head?”  (32k)

↠ [bonus!] chapter nine. five : “you are too good to be true” (6k)

↠ chapter ten : “how could i know, one day i’d wake up feeling more?” (36k)

 ↠ chapter eleven : “i’m wondering, are you my bestfriend?”  (34k)

↠  chapter twelve : “sharing my fragile truth” (50k)

↠  chapter thirteen : “i had already reached the shore” (37k)

↠  final : “we were ships in the night” (55k)

↠  epilogue : “a sweet night”  (3k)

drabbles :

↳ “the very first christmas” 

↳ “comfort”

↳ “one year anniversary” coming soon!

↳ “one week without sex” coming soon!

↳ “remote control” coming soon!

faq : when do you update?

randomly! i used to produce a chapter every week or so, though with school and work things got busy :(  i do work on my updates everyday though ! i also get very active on my blog and inform everyone before a release, so you don’t have to worry 🥺

what does mid!tae look like? 

what’s the timeline of the mid!couple’s relationship?

what’s domestic/at home mid!tae like? 

what happened to the camera?

how are real-life taehyung and mid!taehyung alike?

what do mrs. choi and seo’s schedule look like?

what did mrs. choi and seo do during the events of chapter 8?

what was taehyung’s mindset during the events of chapter 7?

what was taehyung’s pov when they first started getting intimate? 

what was taehyung’s past with women?

a deeper look into the reader’s character 

extras : 

➵ tracking tag 

➵ announcement!

➵ the vote! how should chapter 10 be released?

How about spicy post workout 🌺koo drabble (because sweaty jungboobs in ptd concert) 👀👀👀👀👀

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: smut (not actual sex but still), fluff, established relationship, slice of life, non-idol au

word count: i have no idea, for once i didn’t write this in word docs lol

a/n: okayyyy, so 👀 i got some very spicy scenarios but for now i thought this one better fit this couple. doesn’t mean the other ones won’t be written at some point bc i honestly loved them lmao. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy!

Entering your shared place, Jeongguk was excitedly greeted by your pup — both his attention and affection going to your fluffy son for a few seconds before he heard the water running in the bathroom. That had him furrowing his eyebrows, throwing his bag on the couch before he made his way over where the sound was coming from.

It was past 8pm now, and you were supposed to be at a small get together with your friends from work — one that you had asked him to tag along with, yet he had refused to, since he wanted you to have fun without having to worry about him —although you had argued over that in a heartbeat—. Instead, he had decided to go to the gym while you were supposed to get ready.

So, it was fair to say he was quite surprised when he opened the bathroom’s door and you were just now taking a shower.

“I thought the shower would be free” he teasingly said, earning a small jump from you, as you had not expected him to be home so soon.

Pulling the curtains back enough for your face to peek through them while your body remained covered, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Messy, wet hair falling slightly over his forehead, as you couldn’t help but notice the sweat running down his face and neck, giving him a particular kind of glow that made your knees go weak every single time.

“You could’ve showered at the gym, you know?” you teased him back, watching him amusedly roll his eyes at you before you went back to remove the last bit of conditioner left on your hair.

“I only went to the building’s one, I would much rather shower at the comfort of my home” he nodded to himself. “Didn’t know my late ass girl would be still here”.

“I took a nap that I wasn’t supposed to,” you shamefully confessed. “But I just got done”.

Said and done, you turned the water off, carefully reaching for the towel you had brought with you. Only that Jeongguk was faster, pulling the curtains back without notice and holding the fabric up for you.

Smiling shyly, you got out of the shower, letting him dry your body before he placed the towel around it. And then, before you could thank him, his arms were tightly wrapped around you, too — chin resting on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind.

“What are you doing?”

“Loving you” he simply replied, peppering small kisses from your naked shoulder to the crook of your neck.

“Yah, you’re all sweaty” you breathily whined, uselessly trying to remove his hands from your waist.

“You don’t complain when I’m all sweaty on top of you”.

The heat didn’t wait to reach your cheeks, lightly shoving him back with your shoulder to let him know what his words had done to you.

“Am I wrong?” he smirked, tightening his arms around you.

“I just showered, though” you avoided his question. “And you’re making me all dirty again”.

“Okay then” he finally removed his strong arms from you, taking a step back and placing his hands at the end of his tank top so he could pull it over his head. “I’ll just leave you alone to get ready”.

The moment he took his t-shirt off, though, the least you wanted was for him to leave you alone. Au contraire, all you wanted were his arms around you once again.

Ever since he got promoted at work and hence he got more free time, he had been more into working out than he ever was before. And although you had never been too lowkey when it came to staring at him, lately you could just not seem to take your eyes off him.

Especially not now, when his glistening, toned chest, was only a meter away from you.

“Aren’t you going to our bedroom now so you can change?” he pushed it, knowing all too well what he was doing to you when he took his sweatpants off as well.

“You’re such a tease” you huffed.

Jeongguk chuckled, pulling you towards him by your wrist — mouth temptingly brushing against yours. “How am I teasing you, petal?”

“You know how” you glared at him before your eyes unconsciously focused on his pink mouth.

A knowing smile curved up his lips, fixing a wet strand of hair behind your ear.

“All I’m doing is try and get ready to take a shower”.

“Oh, shut up” you breathed out when you were done with his not so innocent games, placing your hand on the nape of his neck and pulling him down to your lips.

Letting out a small hum, he didn’t wait to deepen the kiss, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist and walking you backwards just enough for your back to press against the wall.

With your hands faintly scratching their way down his smooth back, you opened your mouth for his tongue to massage yours — only for him to later hush one of your moans, the moment he had softly pulled on your hair.

That evening, though, you felt like turning the tables around. So, knowing he was ticklish on his sides, you ran your hands down his hot skin, causing him to pull slightly away out of reflex, and taking that brief second as your cue to place your lips on his neck.

Having his head tilting to the side as a small groan escaped his mouth, he gave you all the time and space you needed to tease him. Watching a small mark show up on his skin, you placed a few more kisses on the sensitive spot, hearing his breathing become heavier and placing your hands on his chest as it moved up and down — a choked moan coming out of his lips when your mouth made its way down to replace them.

Both missing your mouth on his and feeling like he would lose it if you kept teasing his by now quite sensitive nipples, Jeongguk placed two fingers below your chin to pull you back up, so his lips could hungrily crash on yours and take back the control he had just lost.

It was only when your fingertips played with the waistband of his underwear and his hands were firmly placed on the curve of your back to pull you closer and create the friction his hardening member was so badly craving for, that you tried to pull away.

“Wait, wait” you placed a hand on his chest for him to keep his distance, while the other one went to the top of the towel around your body. “My towel is sliding down”.

“Isn’t that the whole point?” he smiled.

Moving his kisses down to your shoulder, he peppered a few of them before his hand removed yours, and with that your towel slid down to your feet — lingering lips wasting no time in making their way down to the naked skin on your chest.

“Are you showering with me?” his low voice sent shivers down your spine.

“I just did, and I’m supposed to be out in less than an hour” you reminded him. “Plus, something tells me you’re not planning on just showering”.

Jeongguk pouted, going back to press another kiss to your mouth. “I can be fast” his words had the corners of your lips curving up, as his mouth once again pressed to yours. “Or you can stay home with me…”

You bit down on your bottom lip. “I don’t know…”

“I can make you feel good” he gently bit your earlobe.

“So can do a night out with my friends” you taunted him.

“Yah,” he nuzzled your neck. “I need you”.

You laughed under your breath, pressing a chaste kiss on his head. Truth was, you could never say no to your needy boyfriend. But, fuck, did you enjoy teasing him.

“Are you getting this needy every time you work out now?”

“Are you looking at me like you did before every time I sweat now?” he bit back.

“If you always look this irresistible…”

Jeongguk chuckled. “You always look irresistible to me. I guess there you have your answer”.

Deciding to say nothing and instead contemplating one last time on whether you should stay home with your boyfriend or go out with your friends like you had planned to, you found yourself internally laughing.

As if you even needed to make a choice.

“If they call me and ask why I didn’t go, you are picking up and making up an excuse for me”.

“Or…” he trailed off, swollen lips hovering yours and warm hands dangerously wandering down your body. “We turn your phone off so we can have tonight all to ourselves”.

Oh, you would definitely make him come up with an excuse. But that could be the next day. Tonight, you were just giving in to his wishes and enjoying one another with no one else to bother you.

Discovery

Word count: 2,624

Warning: Graphic sexual content

A/N: this is just filth with a little (tiny) bit of a plot lol i really hope you enjoy this :) i’m gonna go take a shower n cool down rn bc min yoongi has really completely ruined me

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pairing: min yoongi x female!reader

genre: the softest of smuts, domestic!au, do not interact if you’re under 18

summary: having injured his shoulder and unable to preform, the only thing yoongi has to look forward to are your lazy mornings spent in bed

warnings: unprotected sex, sloppy kisses, bulging kink, slight size kink, body worship, the most disgustingly sweet fluff, soft!yoongi, he also has a big dick

word count: 3.3k, a baby fic if you will

note: this was written while yoongi was out sick, please enjoy some filthy domestic antics

Sharp aches tightening around his arm was what woke Yoongi from his deep slumber, stirring from sleep with a soft sigh once the familiar dull pain inflicted against his sore muscles.

Having undergone recent surgery he was left to fend for himself back at the dorms, the others embarking on tour without him. He tried to welcome the rare peace and quiet, giving him a chance to finally bask in the tranquility of their shared space without the loud chattering or playful fighting disrupting him in the background. He almost appreciated the emptiness, being able to concentrate on his music more and finally reading the books he swore to get back to but always left to collect dust in the corner of his room, but he couldn’t stop his heart from yearning the other boys, missing their overdramatic ways and pestering. He missed Jin popping in to make sure that he wasn’t overworking himself, Namjoon giving him advice on his new tracks, Jungkook playing video games with him when he was free; just the overall dysfunctional family unit they seemed to create in the messy dormitory.

Except - as he lolled his head over to the right - you were filling the void.

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