Good Morning, Ive Gotten Pretty Bad Family News Yesterday And Recently I Havent Been Feeling It Mentally

Good morning, I’ve gotten pretty bad family news yesterday and recently I haven’t been feeling it mentally still. I will not promise a story or posting schedule rn but I will post when I can work up the courage to write again. Thank you for sticking with me again…ILY☆ -dubu

Dear Army, I hope we can all love on each other during this difficult time! Apobangpo💜🗣️ also my requests are open for the few ppl who have asked !

happy birthday to our noisy, erratic, versatile, endearing, and utterly irreplaceable kim seokjin! 💜 (921204) [cr. 0613data]

Happy Seokjin day !!!!

Hiii could i request bf jungkook that won’t stop squeezing and slapping his gf’s butt 🤧

pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader

genre: drabble, unedited

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff if you hate fluff, touch love language, kissing, teasing

note: you sure can 🥰 thanks for reading and enjoy! Ily -dubu♡

You opened the washing machine door tossing its contents into the already opened dryer, celebrating the almost ending of another tedious chore.

Jungkook is currently at the gym training, having left before you could peel your eyes open in the early hours of the morning. He kissed your forehead and fed Bam on his way out of your shared living space, trying his best to sneak around silently.

You promised to clean the apartment today while he was away, throwing on your best insignificant clothing, Jungkook’s tank top and whatever panties you grabbed first after your shower.

You conquered your en-suite bathroom first, picking up your boyfriends discarded clothing that he swore to pick up 2 days ago. You gave him grace regarding his interminable schedule and relentless lifestyle, he still makes time for you without hesitation.

Now after 2 hours of cleaning and 4 loads of laundry, your body gives in to the aching in your knees and the couch is suddenly at your leisure. You rocked yourself slowly, lulling off into a forgotten daydream, when you hear soft humming outside your front door. The sound of the keypad pin being put in followed by quiet shuffling.

“Kookie!” You excitedly roll off the couch, waddling over to your waiting boyfriend. “Hi, my beautiful girl,” Jungkook dropped his gym bag, wrapping his arms around your shorter frame. You leaned into his touch squeezing him in a burst of affection.

His hands snaked their way down your body, stopped over the swell of your ass and squeezing. You yelped in surprise smiling at your handsy partner.

“How was it?” You asked pulling away from Jungkook and walking towards the kitchen. You expect to hear his large footsteps trialing closely behind, but you hear nothing. You turn around in confusion, questioning his hunger status, knowing he’s hungry.

Jungkook is still looking at you, his bottom lip wedged in a lip bite so strong a metallic taste invaded his mouth. He shook his head flustered and smiling, walking towards you and grabbing your hand to guide you into the kitchen.

He let you walk in front of him, slapping your behind when the chance finally presented itself. That’s what this is about, you thought to yourself, his strange behavior gradually making sense. You turn around backing into the counter closest to you, putting your hands over your face shyly. He chuckled walking over to you.

“I’m hungry,” he said casually, leaning his head forward against yours as your back pushed further into the counter behind you.

“I know, babe.” You said innocently, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, the warmth of his forehead sending shockwaves of heat through you.

“No, you don’t y/n.” Jungkook said grabbing your hips and raising you onto the countertop. You yelled his name in surprise, gripping his shoulders to save you from your imminent demise. He chuckled running his hands down your hips and reaching around to rest his hands on your ass.

“You’ve worked so hard today,” he spoke sweetly, easily swaying your already accommodating mind. Running one of his hands up to rub circles on the small of your back, “Can I give you a massage, princess?”

Your heartbeat begins to race and you nod in acceptance, reaching forward and kissing Jungkook softly. He gladly reciprocates, pulling you closer to his body, squeezing your ass rather harshly. You softly whimper into his mouth, running your hand down the back of his neck. He breaks away from the kiss to drag his lips down your neck, leaving a prominent bruise behind.

“Upstairs —“ you whisper fervidly, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your chest begins to rise rapidly and fall heavily. Jungkook happily complied, crossing the distance to your room swiftly.

He walked you over to your bed setting you down gently in the middle. He took off his thin t-shirt, leaving his shorts to rest dangerously low on his hips. You couldn’t pry your eyes away from his body.

“Lay down on your tummy, beautiful.” he says tilting his head to the side, the vague hint of a smirk on his pierced lips.

You did as you were told, taking deep breathes as you sank into the soft mattress. You decided to close your eyes, wanting to relish in the feeling of his strong hands releasing the stress from your body.

You hear shuffling and then feel a dip in the bed beside you, your shirt unexpectedly being lifted. Goosebumps coated your skin, the air becoming uncomfortably thick.

“Just relax and listen to my voice,” Jungkook moved closer to you, placing a leg on each side of you, straddling your body. He began humming a calming melody, hands working under your shirt like an experienced masseuse. Thumbs running in small circular motions, laying waste of any knots in your back.

You felt his hands move lower down your rear side, his breath hitching mid song. You gently urged him to move ahead, your airy voice coming out in a sultry whisper.

He rested his hands on your ass and started kneading readily, lightly grasping large handfuls. You heaved a sigh of relief, arching into his touch. His hands moved like an artist working across a canvas, relieving aches in your lower back.

“Let me take these off, baby,” he toyed with the hem of your panties, running his finger along the top and letting it slap down on your backside. Not waiting for your answer and sliding them over your thighs until he got them in his hand. Sniffing them and sneakily placing them in his pocket.

He lowered himself down, listening for your breathing pattern as he kissed slowly down your back. Descending down your body gradually, he paid extra attention to your ass, licking and sucking mouth fulls of the soft flesh. Growling and groaning at the soft moans you were letting loose.

“Fuck — you smell so good,” he inhaled deeply, a straggled moan coming from your lips as his nose poked at your entrance. He spread your cheeks apart, readily licking up your slit, not wasting anymore time on excruciating foreplay.

can i request fwb!jk who is obsessed w oc's tits and basically worships them?

Bite me - Enhypen ♪

pairing: fwb!jk x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, unedited

word count: 1.1k

warnings: titty worship, dirty mouth jk, titty fucking, spit, pet names, fwb!jk x fem!reader

note: a christmas gift from me to y’all<3 thanks for requesting I hope you enjoy! sorry if it’s not to your liking. -dubu☆

“Are you going to actually watch the movie?” You questioned him smugly. Jungkook looked over at you, a puzzled look present on his face.

“Or are you going to stare at my chest all night, hmm?” The half smirk on your face stretching into a full blown smile. His cheeks went red but regret was not seen on his soft features.

“Sorry…that top looks really good on you,” he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes flickering between you and your shirt.

You shifted on the couch to face him, propping up on your knees for a better angle. You leaned forward putting your finger under his chin, meeting his lust filled gaze.

“My eyes are up here, Kookie.” You moved your hand, reaching under your shirt to skillfully remove your bra. Your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. You felt the clasp release itself and you tugged slightly, letting it drop to the couch.

He quirked a brow at you, a silent challenge flowing in the space that surrounds you. The TV blared mindlessly beside you as the long forgotten movie came to its climax.

“Can you stop teasing me already, babe?” His eyes fell to your chest, cock twitching in his shorts at the the sight of your nipples peaking through your shirt.

You watched him shift in his seat, titling your head to the side seductively. You gave him a knowing look, urging him to make a move.

“Babe?” You asked cutely, “When did I become your babe, Koo?”

“When you let me cum inside you last night.” He stated nonchalantly, reaching forward to run his hand up the expanse of your tummy. You felt your cheeks warming at his words, placing your hand over his.

“Whatever,” you said embarrassed, guiding his hand under your shirt until it rested on the swell of your left breast. They were still sore from last night, the ghost of Jungkook’s skilled hands lingered on your skin.

“Shit —“ he groaned, moving closer to you on the couch. He leaned forward capturing your lips in a kiss, greedily exploring your mouth with his tongue. You felt your pussy growing wetter as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled apart to catch your breath, chests heaving heavily. Jungkook removed himself from his spot, suddenly getting on his knees in front of you. He placed his warm hands on your waist, guiding you to face him at the edge of the couch. “Needy Kookie,” you mutter, biting your lip and swiftly discarding your shirt.

“So fucking sexy,” he runs his hand up your hips, caressing your soft figure before he begins massaging the supple skin. A symphony of weak whimpers escaping your swollen lips.

His fingers dug into your flesh firmly, hands moulding with your skin in an obsessive attempt at claiming his place. He leaned in attaching his lips to your right nipple, making you squirm in your seat, legs spreading painfully wide. He laved his tongue over your sensitive nipple, brushing his fingers gently over the other to show you extra attention. The lewd sounds of your pretty moans filled the living room, hips bucking towards him.

“Sound so pretty when you moan for me, baby.” He grazed his teeth along your nipple, licking feverishly around your areola.

“Jungkook,” you whined his name pathetically, pussy clenching around nothing at the feeling of his hot mouth on your body.

“Hmm?” He hummed around your sensitive bud, removing himself with a pop and switching to the other breast. You ran your hand through his locks, gripping them when he left a particularly rough love mark behind. He placed a lingering kiss over the forming bruise.

“I could have you in my mouth all day,” he said huskily chin glistening with spit, “such perfect tits,” he moaned kissing them one by one, holding them up in his hands like prized possessions.

You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your neck, needing to feel his lips all over you. He quickly got the hint, taking his time to leave soft kisses along your cheeks and down your neck until he met his sweet spot again. Pulling your titty into his mouth and hungrily lapping at the flesh, your jaw went slack at the overstimulating feeling. A wet spot forming on your panties as you lock eyes with Jungkook. His cock strained against his shorts uncomfortably, pre-cum ceaselessly leaking from the angry tip.

“Need to Titty fuck you, doll face.” He says breathlessly, his brown eyes blown wide with lust. You swallow a whimper submissively, pussy throbbing at his vulgar words.

He rises from his position on the floor, his strong legs wobbly after kneeling for so long. You impatiently remove his shorts, licking your lips at the sight of his hard girth standing at attention mere inches from your lips. You fight the urge to take him in your mouth, letting him move your hair out of your face attentively.

He positioned himself in front of you, letting you place your tits on either side of his cock, forming a warm barrier around it. You began slowly moving them up and down, spitting on his cock to lubricate the surface earning a guttural groan from Jungkook. You could tell he was already close, knowing your foreplay was the key to his neediness. His hips bucked upwards uncontrollably, placing his larger hands around yours to speed up your movements. “Fuck yes,” he whimpered needily. “Squeeze my cock with your tits, bunny.”

You removed your hands letting him take control of the moment, running a hand down under his cock until you reached his balls. Massaging them carefully, urging him to met his orgasm. You loved making him feel good, the delicious noises he emitted only aroused you more.

“Holy — fuck” he moaned hotly, hands moving at a feral pace as he relished in the feeling of your soft mounds around his cock. You noticed his hips stutter, a harmonic call of your name continuously falling from his lips. Spurts of his cum shot out without warning, the white strands landing haphazardly on your breasts. Jungkook slowed his actions, chest still heaving after his climax.

“Better?” You asked playfully, running your fingers through the cum on your tits collecting it to taste. He watched you in amazement, a lascivious twinkle apparent in his eyes.

“Your turn, y/n.”