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🥺 wait

maybe dilf!jk who’s son has a nightmare and he comes to sleep in his parents room🥺

Anonymous said:

Dilf jk railing Yn + lactation kink,,,, and the baby wakes up after they’re done and yn is asleep so koo goes to baby’s room to calm them down and yn gets up in the morning to see him sleeping on the rocking chair w baby on his chest

this is a little modified, but i hope it still captures the spirit of these two requests! i apologize, there’s no lactation kink involved because jungwoo is a little older in this drabble. i hope both of you anons enjoy, thank you for your suggestions!

also, this is a small apology for the less-than-lighthearted discourse that has been going on on my blog for the past couple days, i know it can be a bummer to read. i hope all of you will accept this as compensation—i try to keep things as positive as i can!

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 2.3k genre. smut and fluff warnings. unprotected sex (within an established relationship, they’re using birth control), dirty talk, mild degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), they nearly get caught? notes. featuring the too close couple. thank you to @yslkook​ as always for her support 🥺 tags. @augustbutwinter @youwannabelostandnotbefound​ again, i’m so sorry that the two of you will be notified every time i post writing...please know you can back out at any time 😅

“Kook.”

Your voice is muffled by his lips on yours, his entire body weight resting atop of you.

The TV screen flickers quietly a few feet away, the action flick long forgotten, even though it’s a treat these days, to get to watch a non-animated movie. While Jungwoo goes through his Cars phase, the house is a shrine to Lightning McQueen, and you’re fairly certain you can recite the movie word for word at this point (Jungwoo definitely can, and does). For once though, he’s knocked out cold at a reasonable hour, and you and Jungkook somehow still have some energy to spare.

A lot of it, actually. You didn’t realize just how deprived you’ve been until Jungkook casually snuck a hand up your shirt, pulling your waist a little closer to his hips. It wasn’t long before his fingers conspicuously wandered into erogenous territory, and when his gentle massaging elicited a moan from between your lips, your husband made his move—tugging you underneath him with one swift movement.

And with several days of involuntary celibacy under your belt, you certainly weren’t going to protest his lack of tact. There’ll be time for romance in your marriage again at some point, but for now, you’ll take what you can get.

With impatient hunger, Jungkook palms your breast, kneading the swollen flesh with his fingers while devouring your lips simultaneously. His rock-hard cock presses up against your abdomen, demanding your attention as it pokes into your skin.

“Kook.”

“Hm?” he responds distractedly, running his thumb across your nipple.

You stifle a gasp, grasping his shirt as he rubs the pebbled peak, coaxing pleasure from deep within your core.

“We should” —he’s still kissing you— “we should move into the bedroom.”  

Everyone had warned you about newborns, but no one had mentioned anything about toddlers, and their incredible ability to always manage to show up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Jungwoo’s light on his feet—dangerously so.

But Jungkook still doesn’t quite pull away from you, sucking on your lower lip greedily, unrelenting. “Or…”

You already know what’s coming.

“I could take you right here,” he whispers into your lips, in between hungry nibbles to your swollen flesh. “You can be quiet for me, I know you can.”

Your dearly beloved may be perfect in your eyes, but you can admit that objectively, patience is not one of his virtues.

“He could wake up any minute,” you warn him.

Jungkook shakes his head.

“We spent two hours at the playground today. Little guy’s out cold.”

You raise an eyebrow skeptically, knowing he’ll be paying the price if Jungwoo wakes up. It’s happened more than a few times before—that you’ll get your fill first (courtesy of your selfless husband), and an expected interruption will leave him to care for his blue balls alone while you put Jungwoo back to bed.

But when Jungkook is as hard as he is right now, he thinks with his cock.

And he’s clearly desperate, because he’s pulling out all the stops, giving you that puppy-dog pout that would certainly ruin the mood—if he wasn’t so damn irresistible.

His pleas are unnecessary anyways, because you already know you’re going to let him rail you on this couch.

Unsurprisingly, you’re even more desperate than he is.

“Fine. Shirts stay on though, just in case.”

He doesn’t even bother responding, fingers already hooked into the waistband of your panties. He tugs at them impatiently, an audible tear of the seams eliciting an indignant protest from you.

“Ugh, you horndog,” you chide him, though there’s no bite behind your words. “Don’t get all whiny if—”

You’re interrupted by a sudden tingle of pleasure in your core—brought on by his fingers brushing against your neglected clit.

“O-oh,” you mumble, the recently-unfamiliar sensation sending a surge of pleasure through your veins. His touch casts a spell over you, dispelling all the tension in your muscles, and you melt into

“That’s right, baby,” your husband cooes, and the cheek in his voice tells you you’re in for it tonight. “I think you’ve forgotten how much you like getting stuffed.”

You certainly haven’t. As if it’s even possible to forget the sensation of being full to the brim with his long, nimble fingers.

“It’s not my fault,” you pout defensively. “You’re always so—so sweaty when you come back in the mornings.”

(It’s the only, brief window of opportunity, that Jungwoo is at daycare, your shift is yet to start, and Jungkook is back from his morning jog.)

“Never bothered you before, sweetheart,” he says, expertly cupping your naked sex with his hand. He rubs his fingers against your slit, nudging your folds apart and teasing your entrance. “Where’d my dirty girl go?”

The possibility of a bratty response doesn’t even cross your mind, not when you’re already this embarrassingly wet, your arousal coating his fingers as he shallowly dips a finger into you.

“I—I’m right here,” you barely gasp out, your slickened walls eagerly welcoming the intrusion of his long digits. “Right here.”

“That’s right,” Jungkook replies, humming into your ear. “Everyone else thinks you’re a perfect PTA mom now. But you’re still my sweet little slut, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you reply easily, moaning into his mouth. “Yours, Kook.”

Taking your chin into his hand, he kisses you slowly, assuming control of your pleasure as he plunges his fingers deeper into you.

You squirm in response, whimpering out your needy requests as he lowers his weight onto your frame.

“You gonna prove it to me, baby?” he breathes, length pressing up against you to demand your attention. “Gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

You don’t have to beg—he’s balls deep inside you not a minute later, his pistoning hips driving you further up the soft upholstery of the couch. Fisting the fabric of his shirt tightly, you wrap your legs around his waist—in an attempt to keep him as close to you as physically possible, to feel the heat radiating off his chest as he thrusts into you.

“Feels so, so good, baby,” you babble, reaching to rake dark locks out of his forehead.

Your release is creeping up on you with alarming haste, but there’s only one thing that heightens your euphoria when he’s bottomed out like this, throbbing against your walls. It isn’t the way he grinds his pelvis against your clit, nor is it the manner in which he kisses you—urgently, insatiably.

No, it’s the sight of those handsome brown eyes that truly does you in. Warm, sweet as honey—even when he’s pounding into you in a lust-driven haze. It’s within that bubble of comfort, clinging to his broad shoulders, that your inhibitions cease to exist—that you unravel with a muted whimper.

“You missed coming on my cock, sweetheart?” he hums, fucking you through your high, enjoying the desperate spasms of your muscles around his length. His gaze drifts up and down, and he lingers at sight of your walls splitting open for his girth, reveling in the visual.

You can only muster a needy whine in response, but you manage to thread your fingers through his hair as a silent display of your affection.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he groans, quickening the pace of his strokes. “Missed being inside you, missed your tight little—”

A distance rustle distracts you from the intoxicating after-glow of your orgasm, your spine stiffening automatically.

Trained to be impeccably in tune with your body (especially after those first few times post-partum), “What is it?” Jungkook immediately pulls off of you, brows drawn together in worry. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. “But Jungwoo’s awake,” you inform him plainly.

Jungkook gives you a skeptical frown. “I didn’t hear anything.”

He humors you for a few moments, staying still while you wait for any further sounds, but you’re met with silence.

“I think you’re just hearing things, babe.”

You don’t blame Jungkook for the statement, considering his aching cock is standing awkwardly in between the two of you, wet with your slick, red, and unhappy. You roll your eyes internally though—he should know better than to question your sixth sense.

Still, you’re a considerate wife, and because time is of the essence, you don’t argue with him. Rather, you nudge his shoulder to urgently request him to get onto his back (a push with all your might wouldn’t even get his massive form to budge a centimeter).

His eyes are wide and rounded in confusion, but he acquiesces, allowing you to hastily climb over his legs.

Firmly grasping his cock, you take his head into your mouth, with only a singular, time-sensitive goal on your mind—to suck the living daylights out of him.

Which is exactly what you do. (Years of practice have done you well.)

“H-holy fuck,” he stammers under his breath, throwing his head back against the armrest of the couch. “What are y—what are you doing—?”

He can’t get the sentence out, simply because he’s no match for your hollowed cheeks and deft tongue—a gentle fondle of his balls throwing him over the edge within moments.

“Oh fuck, Y/N—I’m—”

The salty taste of his cum splashes against the back of your tongue, and before he has a chance to even look up, you’ve swallowed his load and pulled the waistband of his sweatpants over his still-deflating cock.

“Babe, what the—”

The creak of a door interrupts him, and Jungkook’s eyes widen at the accompanying sound of “Mommy?”

Your shorts are already back at your waist, and your response is delayed by only a second as you tie your tousled sex hair back into a hairband from your wrist.

You throw Jungkook a smug “told you so” smile, blissfully unaware of how hot it gets him in the cheeks as you rise from the couch. He’s stunned into paralysis for a few moments, in absolute awe of the woman he calls his wife.

“What happened, sweetie?” you fuss over Jungwoo, hurrying over to his side. “Why are you awake? Are you okay?”

Jungwoo shakes his head as you lift him into your arms, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I think there’s a monsho under my bed.”

Frowning, you rub soothing circles into his back.

“Baby, dada checked for monsters already,” you remind him gently. “There weren’t any, remember?”

Jungwoo isn’t at all comforted by that, whimpering into your T-shirt. “I saw it, mommy.”

You reciprocate his tight grasp, gently stroking his hair and sharing a concerned look with Jungkook.

Finally having recovered from having his soul sucked out of him, Jungkook ruffles his hair casually as he makes his way over, reaching to take Jungwoo from your arms.

“Do you want me to check again?” Jungkook asks him, dropping a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll show you, there are no monsters—I promise.”

Jungwoo nods, curling into Jungkook’s chest with his tiny chin trembling slightly.

“Okay, give mommy a goodnight kiss,” Jungkook tells him softly, bringing him closer to you and allowing him to plant a small kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight baby,” you rub your nose against his, before pulling away to mouth a ‘thank you’ to Jungkook.

Your husband expressed his own gratitude for your earlier heroics with a covert squeeze of your ass, sending a flush of warmth to your cheeks as he transforms into doting father-form right in front of your eyes.

You can hear the faint whispers as his footsteps recede down the hall—

“You know dada and mommy will always keep you safe, right? That’s our job.”

You don’t hear Jungwoo’s soft response, but a little smile lingers at your lips as you retreat to your bedroom.

And though you intend to wait for Jungkook to return before turning in for the night, it seems you’ve forgotten what the full force of a good orgasm feels like, because you’re knocked out cold within minutes.

You’re greeted the next morning by morning beams of sunlight and a cold, empty spot next to you on the bed. Your instinctive response is disappointment—because there’s nothing you enjoy more than an early morning cuddle.

But in the case of your stolen snuggle buddy, you’re fairly certain you know who the culprit is, and he’s far too cute for you to be upset with him. You groggily make your way to Jungwoo’s room, quietly opening the door to find your boys still sleeping peacefully.

Jungkook’s massive form is sprawled over 90% of the small twin bed, feet sticking out from the red Lightning McQueen-patterned bedsheets. And despite the lack of space, Jungwoo seems perfectly comfortable, curled up at his dad’s side, tiny arms wrapped around one of Jungkook’s. Their dark locks of hair are equally mussed, round faces both adorably swollen with sleep.

You can’t help yourself. Delicately, you lift the covers, sliding in next to Jungkook as he slowly begins to stir.

“Room for one more?” you whisper to him, an unwitting smile tugging at your lips when he automatically wraps an arm around you.

He nods, still half asleep, scooting slightly to make room for you. It’s barely a few inches, but you have no problem snuggling up to save space, spooning up to him. With a deep breath, inhaling Jungkook’s familiar scent and Jungwoo’s baby shampoo, you allow your eyes to flutter shut, drifting in and out of sleep for a few more minutes.

Sure—you don’t have as much time for romance in your marriage, for the dates and the surprises, for the glamor of love, but you think you might just prefer this.

And when Jungwoo slowly begins to wake, worming his way in between you and Jungkook before falling back asleep—you’re certain. You definitely prefer this.

You’d choose this again, every time. You’d choose your family again, every time.

why did my mood 📉📉

fic recs | the bookshelf

Listed below are some of Vera’s favorite / most enjoyed stories over the length of time. You may recognize some from their old blog or some newer ones. All have earned a special place on the bookshelf and deserve some love. Enjoy the accumulated stories below. And to the writers credited, thank you for creating such beautiful work. Stories highlighted with PINK are favorites!

oneshots

— sunrise ( @ironicarmy )

au: highschool sweethearts au

genre: smut, comedy

— to quote vine ( @ironicarmy )

au: married couple au

genre: pwp, smut, comedy

series

drabbles

oneshots

— daechwita ( @ironicarmy )

au: monarchy!au , historical!au

genre: pwp, smut

— lollipop ( @ironicarmy )

au: neighbors to lovers au

genre: fluff, smut

series

drabbles

oneshots

— all night ( @ironicarmy )

genre: pwp, smut

— power ( @ironicarmy )

au: bodyguard au

genre: smut, angst, fluff

— gentleman ( @ironicarmy )

genre: pwp, smut, fluff

series

drabbles

oneshots

— airplane pt. 2

au: sugar daddy au

genre: smut, fluff

series

drabbles

oneshots

— 30 minutes

au: college!au

genre: smut, pwp

series

drabbles

— make believe

genre: angst

oneshots

series

drabbles

oneshots

— apodyopsis ( @jeonsjiddies )

genre: smut

word count: 12k (whew)

nude artist au

— after hours ( @zibermuda )

genre: smut

au: ceo!au

pairing: ceo!jk x assistant!reader

— cancelled ( @zibermuda )

au: sci-fi blogger!jk

genre: smut

— quiet, baby ( @bratkook )

genre: smut, pwp

— hair dye ( @mercurygguk )

au: established relationship au

genre: smut

— the love bug ( @jungkxook )

genre: fluff, smut, tiny drop of angst

au: spider-man!jungkook

notes: READ THIS RN

— skirt chasers ( @1kook )

au: college!au, friends(?) to lovers

genre: SMUT, fluff

series

— the netflix and chill collection ( @1kook )

genre: smut, angst, fluff

au: strangers to lovers?

notes; GENUINELY one of my favorites, please go read if you haven’t already.

— bandslam ( @ironicarmy )

chapters: act 1 , act 2, act 3 , everlong

genre: angst, smut, fluff

pairing: rockstar!jungkook x fem reader

— ego killer ( @zibermuda )

chapters: one , two , three

au: college au

genre: smut, angst, fluff(?)

— gold rush ( @venusiangguk )

chapters: one , two , three

au: established relationship

genre: smut, fluff, comedy

— flesh and blood ( @kinktae )

chapters: one , two , three

au: warm bodies! au, zombie!jk

genre: ANGST, smut, fluff, comedy?

drabbles

— thigh time ( @zibermuda )

genre: smut

oneshots

series

drabbles

This is the Jeweled Dick of Truth. Reblog and you’ll have good sex for life.

Me religiously checking your page to see if make me cry has been uploaded I love you stay safe!

it’s coming soon i promise, work and life is just tearing me apart

make you cry | jjk

pairing: ‘bleed you dry’ couple trope

word count: tba

nsfw warnings: kook is mean, not like “oh that’s cute :(“ no i mean like he’s MEAN okay?, not angsty mean cause he still loves reader but!!!!, slapping, spitting, tit worship!!!, creampie whew, he’s so aggressive :(, meanie but loving koo, grr biting bite bite, um! mentions of domspace !!, kook literally has a filthy mouth, dirty talk!!!, shocked reader cause????, kook gets angry? yeah:(, um hand holding tho, and!!!! a very angry next door neighbor! whew

Author’s Note: The warnings are 100% there. Please proceed with caution. Kook is extremely mean and says very nasty things to the reader. If you cannot handle that, do not read! Also you can blame about 75-80% of this story idea on Ave ( @jjkficrecs )! Thank her and give her a follow!

Summary: One night, after you get home from work, you decide to discuss with Jeongguk about something new you want to try; him being mean. At first he’s totally against it and confused, but then when you ask him so prettily, how can he refuse?

EXPECTED RELEASE DATE: 06/30/2021