?! STARS AROUND MY SCARS!

✧˖ ?! — STARS AROUND MY SCARS!

summary. jungkook never shys away from showing up even when you are at your absolute lowest!

notes. i literally cried three times today- so writing smth for comfort was NEEDED! ofc we are still in iltly verse cause they grew on me and i love them- i hope you have a nice time reading: i love & appreciate you!!! ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

warnings/includes. a very loveable jungkook x non specified! reader, angst since oc is NOT doing well and is very much scared of serious love, drabble

when jungkook had received a text from you asking him to come over to your place (a one hour drive mind you), he had not expected you sitting on the floor next to the door, looking up the second he entered with the second key you gave him.

you didn't understand why life was treating you the way it was, it felt like everything was constantly going down hill- and it didn't help that whenever you'd come to your apartment after work, it all felt so empty.

oh how much you missed that pretty voice of his. and that face.

"what happened? are you okay?" jungkooks tone evidently worried some might even say hectic, instantly leaning down, wrapping his arms under your shoulders to lift your body up to stand up.

cupping your face, eyes moving in fast-pace all across you as to check up all medical possibilities only to find your puffy eyes, looking at his shoes like you were ashamed of this let-down state of you.

and you were in fact deeply ashamed that you had been avoiding contacting him this whole past week only responding with vague or small one word responses. worst of all: you didn't even knew why- he was the only person that loved you that you had left and maybe you had been scared of that responsibility, of the type of love where you have to let the other person see even the worst version of you.

i mean it was best to just ignore the crying ugly mess of you right now and show up to him on weekends when you're doing well again, have your makeup on and be ready to have some damn fun! it wasn't jungkooks job to fix you, right?

but there he was immediately embracing you in a tight hug, your face firmly pressed against his chest, kissing the top of your head so gently, mumbling tiny little, "you're so stupid"s as you held onto him even tighter, wanting to feel him whole.

you were oh so wrong, you needed him. he didn't have to fix you to give you just this shot of happiness. you felt finally at home and then you realized: home is wherever he is.

berries!jk IS NAWT MY JUNGKOOK!!!! he’s jungkooks evil twin or sum cuz like my jungkook WOUULLLDDD NEVERRRRRR

I SWEAR ON MY LIFE ITS NOT OUR JUNGKOOK!!!!!

“who do you think you are?”

hoseok’s adult, little pup. 😞☝🏻

this is how i identify myself

— 🍓. hiiii, my babies!

how are we doing? i’ve had such a busy, tiring weekend so i’m happy to be in bed now with my watermelon vape. i was struggling a lot with writing part 3 of berries bc of jungkook:( i’ve never written him this way before so it was pretty hard, but i managed!

i’m deciding whether to cut the chapter a bit shorter than the last one and possibly update today. idk, i’ll write a little bit now and we’ll see what happens. i have about 5k words 🤗

i’ve been listening to jk’s love song for us and i carry it in my heart ☹️ it’s so beautiful, so fresh and summery. i know it’ll keep me company during these warm months. he’s such a special human being, i’m so grateful and so blessed to know someone like him.

i love you, guys. mwah.

luna

love me more - knj

pairing: namjoon x female reader

warnings: smut, face sitting, shitty ending

Namjoon knew he shouldn't be around you. Like any high school boy who seemed to grow into a man over the years, he knew he should have pushed you to the back of his mind. He should only have thought of you when he was flicking through his photo album, longing for the good old days.

But you were just so hard to forget.

All his thoughts were filled with you. Even dreaming of you wasn't enough to satisfy his desire when it came to you, for you were even more beautiful than a mere mental image.

Like every high school beauty queen, you have one fatal flaw, which is, you have terrible taste in men. Namjoon was there to change that forever, picking up the pieces of your heart by making you try on his glasses to wipe that sad expression out off your face, or cuddling with you while you casually watched dramas all day.

He was your most loyal servant, waiting for his cue to make you his, following every sign to reach your heart, to make you his own queen.

As Namjoon brushed the tangles out of your wet hair, you were sitting on his bed, mostly between his legs. All his attention was focused on your hair as you were looking at him through the mirror.

His toned arms and legs encaged you, making your comparatively small figure seem like nothing in his embrace. You watched in awe as his sharp features made him look beautiful with the seriousness of taking care of you.

You couldn't help but lean into his embrace as his knuckles brushed your scalp, looking at how beautiful he was as if you were witnessing the northern lights for the first time.

"Namjoon, do you think I am beautiful?" You saw him frown and it made you want to take back what you had said, but the damage had already been done. He let out a sigh and put the brush down on the bed before wrapping his tanned arms around your waist. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he rested his chin on your shoulder and met your eyes. "Why are you asking me this?"

The tone of his voice was far from irritated, but you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

"Is it because the so-called man of your dreams is too dumb to make you feel less beautiful than you are?" He planted a kiss on your cheek, the calluses on his fingertips brushing your skin under his t-shirt. "Or is it that you're too oblivious to see that I'm desperately in love with you?"

Your mouth fell open at how casually he confessed his feelings as if he were telling you how his day was going. You blinked a few times to make sure it wasn't a dream, and he flashed a dimpled smile just inches from your face "Why? Am I not good enough for you?"

"No, I just never thought that you would have feelings for me." You grabbed his jaw in a gesture of affection. It was as if you were in the daze of the moment as he trailed his tongue over his lower lip in an eager way, making you fight with the urge to pull him in for a passionate kiss. "I would never deny you if I knew this."

"Yeah?" He whispered above your lips as his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly. "Do you want me to show you how much you mean to me?"

You turned around his embrace to face him and smashed your lips into his. He brought his hands to your waist to dig his fingers into the flesh, bringing you closer to his firm chest.

It was even more meaningful than your first kiss. Even though you were kissing your friend, it felt like the kiss that you shared belonged to lovers. Something akin to a blessing. Who would have known a beauty this immense?

"You are so cruel, princess. For making me wait all this time." He brushed a strand of sweaty hair that fell into your eyes as his eyes bore intently into yours. "So cruel, so beautiful." His lips moved over yours ever so subtly that you could feel he wanted you to feel how he felt about you.

He wasn't drunk at all, he was sure of that. But he felt as if the room was spinning as your scent filled his nostrils. It must have been something about the way you tasted on his tongue, the faint hint of strawberry from your gloss that lingered on his lips.

"Hold your arms up." He murmured under his breath as his heavy eyes drank in your expression and you did as he said like the good girl you are. He watched your tits bounce at the sudden movement of pulling his t-shirt off your head and never missed a moment to kiss the temple of your breasts. "You were made just for me to worship you, weren't you?"

The thrill of having him so close to you crawled up all over your skin like climbing ivy, and with every touch of his burning hands on your spine, flowers came to life.

You felt like your trembling body lay on his soft mattress as he towered over you.

"Isn't it ironic that you've finally been caught in my net, my little goldfish?" He slid your shorts and panties down your legs as you spread out on his bed, his knees digging into the bed on either side of you. "I think deep down we both knew you needed a man like me." He nuzzled your inner thighs and your back arched off the mattress to meet his wet kisses as they moved slowly down your leg, tracing a sinister path to your ankle. "A man who can bring heaven to your feet."

“I am the only one who can do that," He tangled your hair in his fist to kiss you, making you dive for another one as he pulled away. "Everyone else is just a waste of time.”

"Sit on my face-" You never knew a human being could be this beautiful when begging you like this. "Please, I've been dying to taste you."

He was almost sure that you were the perfect woman for him when you never questioned him and climbed over his face after you had seductively pushed him onto his mattress by his chest.

He was a man of sense, but when you slowly ground your hips against his hungry mouth, suffocating him with your thighs, he was about to lose it.

He sucked gently on your clit as if he wanted to make you cry in agony, and it turned out to be the sweetest melody to his ears when you threw your head back with your mouth hanging open.

He landed a harsh slap on your ass before digging his fingers into the flesh to spur you on, the erotic moans coming from your mouth were enough to make him feel tipsy.

He was so lost in the moment that he wasn't able to think straight at all. His cock was aching for release.

As tears of pleasure adorned your cheeks, alarming him that you were trying to reach your end, he inserted his thick fingers into your dripping pussy, opening the gates of his heaven to more of his tongue's access.

You came so hard that you made a mess on his beautiful face, your release was everywhere, decorating his cheeks in the most sensual way. He pressed his tongue flat against your pussy to get drunk on everything you gave him. The sight of you coming down from your orgasm was so irresistible to him that it made him erupt in his baggy shorts.

Even though it was not a sight he would be proud of, changing into new clothes could be wait a bit longer.

He laid you on your back before taking his place beside you. He watched the exhaustion creep into your features as you yawned. You were so beautiful like this, in his bed like it was the only place you were meant to be.

He couldn't help but smile as you buried your face in his neck. "Don't you think we should take our relationship to the next level?" You giggled madly at the thought of Namjoon's flushed cheeks from saying something he hadn't expected. "I think you've seen my space level when I was on your face."

"You think this is funny, hmm?" He tickled your sides as you tried to wriggle out of his embrace. Unfortunately, he was way too strong for you. "You won't have the energy to laugh when I'm done with you."

@frmisnow and what if i say i believe you 🤝

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