Cafune

cafune

cafuné - (brazilian portuguese)

“the act of running your fingers through your lover’s hair; among the few words that cannot be directly translated into english”

Pairing: Jungkook / ♀ Reader Rating: M for Mature Genre(s): 🍭 Fluff, 💔 (like five seconds of) Angst, 🔞 Smut WC: 9,458 Warnings: Sexual content, porn with feelings, dry humping, like i’m talking thigh riding, coming in pants, dirty talk, discussion of exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics if you squint, baby boy jungkook, uhhh swearing, mentions of drinking to the point of blacking out. God this sounds filthy but I promise it’s #soft If there’s anything I’ve forgotten to warn for please bring it to my attention!! I haven’t slept in two days I’d appreciate the help. This isn’t beta’d, either, so watch out for that too, I guess

Summary: [A kiss-and-confess in an alternate universe, originally written as part of a much larger chapter fic, my library/roommates au. It took off in another direction and no longer fits within the scope of that timeline, and the scene had to be re-written. So now this is a standalone getting-together oneshot, because it was too cute of a concept to scrap.] TL;DR: talking to Jungkook about your Feelings™ and making out for like 8k words. It’s, like, slowburn without the slow. So I guess that makes it… all… burn… 🔥 👀

p 01, 02

Theoretically, there’s a big difference between a kiss and a cup of tea. One might even call it obvious. 

Indeed in practice, there’s a big difference between a kiss and a cup of tea.

Both in theory and in practice, kisses and teacups are difficult to confuse.

The point is, don’t ask how the hell you managed to screw that one up, because you don’t know, either.

What you know is, you knocked on Jungkook’s open bedroom door after putting the electric kettle on for yourself.

What you know is, he waved you in from where he sat on the bed, and you crossed the floor to peer over his shoulder at what he was working on, and he let you lean in close enough to glimpse the video editing program he had open for a quick look before he pushed the laptop closed and asked you how your day was.

What you know is, you gave him the radio edit, secured a promise from him to let you watch his project when he was finished, and then offered to bring him some tea, if he wanted any.

What you know is, he beamed at you in reply, eyebrows way up under his bangs, and he asked you for green tea.

Then, you grinned and told him, “Of course.”

Then, you turned to go. Your brain said, “Give him a cup of green tea.”

Now, theoretically, you know the difference between a kiss and a cup of tea.

Theoretically.

You kiss him instead.

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— OCEANS OF GOLD (m.)

pairing; hoseok/reader words; 6,014 genre; greek gods au, smut, angst rating; explicit

— synopsis; he was like all that glittered, golden and intoxicating—and it only made you want more than what he could give.

contents; gods!au, bisexual!hoseok, public sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), rough sex, creampie, cum play, dirty talk, strangers to sort of lovers, past character death, unrequited feelings, this is pretty vanilla tbh.

“You’re all getting assigned flowers,” your professor said, making everyone deflate. He held small pieces of paper in his hand, which he placed on the front table by the podium. “You’re all dismissed; take a paper and if you have any other questions about what to write your paper on, see me after class or in office hours. Have a great day, everyone.”

Students immediately began to pack up all of their stuff, shoving things into their backpacks and beginning to make their ways to the front to look for whatever they wanted or grabbing papers at random. You sighed, knowing you’d just have to settle for whatever was left; you were seated almost completely in the back of the lecture hall today.

Once you did manage to get to the front, shouldering your heavy backpack and trying not to wince at the complaints from your back, you looked between two of the papers and just grabbed the one on the right; you didn’t really care either way with what you got.

You opened the folded paper out in the hall, narrowly avoiding the students trying to get past you into the lecture room for whatever class was after yours. You could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, but you ignored it in favor of squinting at the messy handwriting.

Hyacinth.

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Sensation Play

ot7 reaction: you embark on a play of sensation (receiving).

warnings: blindfolding, ice play, feathers, wax play, nipple clamps, silk, leather, brief flogging (like two smacks), dirty talk, sir kink, daddy kink

(a/n: each member is different! as always, there is a read more in place! sorry i keep making jungkook kinky af i can’t help it lmao).

edit: LMAO I DEF POSTED THIS ON ACCIDENT. i got a lot of new notifications and was like, “shit man what popular ass blog reblogged one of my posts- OH WAIT!” lmaooooo. usually i like to add more gifs between reactions what whatever. still enjoy!

Kim Seokjin

You heard the door click shut, indicating that Jin had finally returned. After blindfolding you and commanding you to stay on the bed, he’d walked out of the room like he’d never been there to begin with. Now that he was here, you couldn’t stop a tremble from going down your spine.

“Jin?” you asked. You were on your back like he’d asked, tugging anxiously at the bedding. He hummed, but didn’t reply.

You felt the mattress shift as he climbed onto it. Slowly, he leaned down until his breath fanned across your face—and then he kissed you, hot and sure as you blindly followed his lead.

He trailed his mouth down your neck, the softness of his lips a sharp contrast to the biting pinch of his teeth as he tugged your skin between them. He sucked harshly before pulling away with a flick of his tongue. He blew on the mark lightly, the sudden cold making you shudder.

But as soon as he stopped, he moved lower. One hand came up, burying in your hair to tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. You knew you were in for a long night.

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Things That Go Bump In The Night--Imagine #14

Anonymous asked: Can you write an imagine where you’re scared of the dark and your crush guides you to the bathroom or something. ((; Its definitely not who you think it is requesting this, hehehe.

A/N: I’m sorry you waited so long for this, my baby. I hope it pleases you. <3

I woke up with a start. Oh shit. I needed to pee really bad. I moved my hand up to rub my eyes, when I felt something warm and solid next to me. The last few hours before I fell asleep rushed back. My boyfriend was sleeping over for the first time in the small apartment I lived in alone. I smiled in the dark at the soft little snores that fell from his mouth. His arm was still wrapped around me protectively and my stomach flipped at the realization that he had fallen asleep like that. He was lying on his stomach with his left arm resting on my stomach, since I had fallen asleep on my back. I wanted to savor this moment as long as possible. 

Still, the need to pee only increased the longer I lay there. Craning my neck to look at the silhouette of the door, I shuddered at having to walk the short distance from my warm bed to the bathroom. In the dark. I flopped my head back against the pillow, groaning quietly, paralyzed by fear of the dark. 

“Unf, babe,” I heard and felt c/n whisper into my ear, scooting closer to me and wrapping me closer to his side. The warm puffs of his breath tickled my neck. Why did he have to be so goddamn sexy the second he woke up?

“How did you know I was awake?” I whispered, not turning to look at him.

He nuzzled his nose along the back of my ear before moving his lips to my ear. “Guess my body is always hyper-aware of you, even in sleep,” he said quietly, his gravelly voice thick with sleep, making me squirm. 

I didn’t answer, partly too embarrassed to admit my fear of the dark, and partly too flustered by his voice and the way his lips and nose were caressing the outline of my ear. 

“Baby, what is it?” Fuck, how was it possible for him to make me so hot and agitated so easily. He moved his lips to the skin below my ear, leaving hot, wet, sloppy kisses down my neck.

“Oh, fuck. C/n, stop!” I whined, laughing breathily and pushing him away from me. 

“Mm,” he moved back against my resistance, too strong for my feeble attempts to keep his mouth off me. He kept talking and leaving kisses, while I struggled silently to keep both my bladder and sounds of enjoyment under control. 

“Mmm,” a kiss lower on my neck.

“I’m not,” a suck on my collar bone.

“Gonna stop,” a searing lick across the middle of my neck, as he rose partly over me on his elbows. 

I squirmed, my breathing hitching. 

“Until you tell me,” an open-mouthed kiss under my tilted up chin.

“What’s wrong,” he finally broke down my resistance as I moaned at the feel of him sucking my skin into his mouth and grazing his teeth against it. 

“I’m scared of the dark,” I said through a strangled breath, defeated. 

He finally stopped torturing me with that fucking mouth of his and rose to hover over my face. Even in the dark, I could see the concern in his eyes. As well as a glint of amusement. 

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” I warned, my voice hoarse. 

A breathy chuckle fell from his lips caressing my face. “That’s fucking adorable.”

I could feel my face heating up at his words. His thumbs caressed my cheeks, and I would’ve been actually grateful for the dark for hiding my blush but I knew he could feel it. 

Suddenly, he threw the covers off us both, moved his head down to my stomach, and left a kiss over my night shirt. 

“You are so cute, just how? How did I get so lucky to have such an adorable girl love me,” he looked up at me, shaking his head in disbelief. 

I felt his one arm under my back, and the other move under my legs. Before I could ask what he was doing I was lifted off the bed bridal style. I could feel the muscles of his biceps flex under me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He opened the bedroom door, crossing over to the bathroom. 

“Please never be shy to ask for my help. You’re my queen. I am your king. It’s only fitting I carry you to your throne,” he said, gently setting me on the cold bathroom floor. 

He turned on the light and I almost collapsed. His hair was a mess of h/c locks tangled in different knots, and yet still managed to make him look sexy as fuck. His eyes were staring down at me with what could only be described as admiration. His lips and eyes were puffy from sleep, and the goofy grin that was plastered on his face made me weak in the knees.

“The queen has a request,” I said, my eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips repeatedly.

“Anything for my majesty,” he said, pinning me between his body and the bathroom counter, his breath already uneven. 

I smiled, satisfied I could have such an effect on him. I grabbed a fistful of the front of his night shirt, yanking him down to my level. We were so close we were swallowing each other’s shallow breaths. 

“You finish what you started in bed,” I said, using my best seductive voice. 

A quiet moan fell from c/n’s lips as he watched my tongue wet my lips. 

“Y/n,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. 

Just as he was about to kiss me I shoved him out the door.

“First I need to pee,” I said as I sat on the toilet.

“You fucking tease,” his strangled voice came from the other side of the door. I knew his mannerisms so well, I knew he was running his hands through his hair and down his neck the way he always did when I teased him. 

“You’re gonna pay for that. And we’ll give a whole new meaning to the saying ‘things that go bump in the night’,” I heard him shout from the bedroom. 

I couldn’t wait. 

Take It Out On Me [PT.1]

Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort.  Genre: Angst/Smut Warnings: Cheating Words: 3,048 A/N: Inspired by Florida Georgia Line’s “Take It Out On Me.”

PART 1 / PART 2

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— ask and you shall receive | pt 1 (m)

your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

pairing | jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok genre/warnings | smut, lots of oral, slow burn, dirty talk, dom! hoseok words | 13,865

 » pt 1 :: pt 2 :: pt 3 :: pt 4 ✓

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