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How about 7. “You almost got yourself killed, and now you’re joking?!” With prey jk 😎

Aftermath of this ask.

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It's quiet in the room, except the steady sounds from all the equipment they hooked you up on to keep you alive. Jungkook doesn't know if he's thankful for the sounds or if they will drive him insane- he doesn't want to find out either.

His skin has been cleaned by now, he's dressed in new clothes- while you're still asleep, unaware of his presence he assumes. He thinks about how unfair this is; how perfect and good everything was just a few days ago, and now he has to sleep in an empty bed at home, trying like a touch-starved pet to somehow make up for your lack of presence next to him ar night.

"Did you get all the stains out of your shirt?" You wonder suddenly, and his eyes burst open, body rising from his chair as he accidentally kicks it over behind him, only caring about your eyes now opened and aware of everything around you. He presses a button to alert the nurses of it too- before his eyes glaze over again, body leaning over yours as he rests his head over your heart.

"You almost got yourself killed, and now you're joking?!" He angrily presses out between his teeth against your body, your hand in his hair breaking the dam for him as he cries into your chest.

The nurses let him be for a moment, deciding to return later after they see you smile towards them.

"I can't-" He mumbles. "I thought-" He tries again, but you just run your hand through his hair.

"I'm still here, no?" You tell him, and he leans back, nodding.

You're okay.

That's all that counts.

Jungkook: Warm Hands 🔞

In which sometimes, he just wants to be closer.

Tags/warnings: Smut, Subspace, Slow paced, protected sex, some dom/Sub elements, he's more of a leading person than a dom tho if that makes sense

Jungkook likes to hold you.

He enjoys physical contact; though he's not big on hand holding, he likes to keep at least some form of contact with you whenever he's got you around; sitting you on his lap whenever there'sa chance to or on his thigh (which ultimately leads to him bouncing you around on it just for the fun), hugging you from behind, or having your legs over his lap while he watches TV.

Jungkook also likes to be held.

That's why he'd been absolutely bewildered when you'd told him how you didn't want to come off as clingy when he'd noticed the way you didn't seem to enioy his touch for a long time during your relationship. He'd blamed it on things simply bring new- simply thought you needed some time to get comfortable with him.

Against what the public might believe, he's neither scared nor awkward around women; he knows he can sometimes see a bit too confident, maybe even intimidating.

But then you'd kissed, had sex, and you still seemed to hold back and even try and put distance between you two, especially when someone else was around.

But after a much needed talk, after finally breaking that wall, the entire relationship had become so much more intimate in every way.

From the nights he'd spent wrapped up in your arms (as best as you could manage, there's a lot of him to hug after all) to the nights tangled up in the sheets chasing each other's breaths and pleasure. And the more you both explored, the more you learned, the more closer you became; in every way.

At this point, there's nothing to worry about when he's with you.

He takes great pride in it too; his own ego boosted whenever he remembers the small details in your behavior. How you'll stay close to him, how he'd learned from mutual friends how you've never been this attached to anyone ever before- he loves it.

He loves you.

He loves that there's no shyness or embarrassment between you two anymore either; he can be straightforward and blunt, doesn't have to think much about his words or actions, because he knows you, and he knows that you know him too. He can joke freely, he can say things others might give him an odd look for, he can vent and be angry and complain and be petty about something.

He can let it all out when with you.

Hell, you both sometimes walk around the apartment butt ass naked and it just feels normal.

But he especially loves moments like this; when he's got you underneath him buried in his pillows and bedsheets, eyes hazy and hands clinging onto his wrists- his own pressed down onto the mattress next to your body to keep himself upright. You're lost in pleasure, in the pleasure he gives you, floating and happy and with your head filled with nothing but him.

He feels honored to be able to help you reach a mindset like this.

He knows how to do it, knows how to handle it, knows when you need it. It's in a way his own way of repaying you all of the care you give him, the long nights you stay awake just to be able to go to sleep with him together, the early mornings you get up no matter how tired you are just to make sure to tell him to drive safely.

He's good at singing, but he's not good with his words; so he lets his actions speak instead.

You're both wearing nothing, having technically agreed to take a bath together; but jungkook admits happily that he can't get enough of you sometimes. Seeing you undress, your skin bare for only his eyes to see does something to him. He can't help himself.

And he knows you don't mind.

So instead of relaxing in the tub, you're both still in bed; breathing heavily, your moans so soft and his own voice unable to keep quiet either. He's not holding back anything; gentle hips moving with the elegance of the dancer he is, while still reminding you of his strength with every thrust. Just like always;

He likes to be close.

He likes to bury himself as deep as he can inside you, likes the sight of your chest moving in any rhythm he sets for the two of you. While he favors romantic times like these, he knows he can sometimes be the exact opposite.

Like that one time he'd rushed home after a concert overseas, knowing you're in his hotel room waiting for him. His adrenaline still high, blood still rushing, he'd held you high against the door; lips eagerly chasing yours, hands gripping your thighs before he'd moved you both to the bed. His fingers had dug into your skin in his haste, marks later blossoming on your neck where he couldn't contain himself, body sore after the second round that finally wore him out, letting himself relax in your hold.

But right now, he's got time; right now, there's no rush, only comfort, only the connection he shares with you.

His body is glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, but its fine; he knows you don't mind. The necklace he'd forgotten to take off dangles from his neck, swaying like a pendulum before it hits his collarbone every time he moves himself in a certain way. You can feel the way he slides in and out of you; how he almost backs out fully, just the head of his length staying inside, before he'd push himself back in, making your head spin and body tingle. Your legs move to wrap around his slim waist, a sign for him to move a bit faster- he knows what you want to say even if you don't sat it verbally after all. So he angles his legs a bit differently, front of his thighs pressed against the backs of your own, before he intertwines his fingers with yours, hands holding onto your own as he uses them to pull you closer to him. He's sitting up now, muscles in his lower abdomen contracting as he finally picks up his pace. You've thrown your head back into the pillows, exposing your neck to him, the delicate necklace he'd given you as a gift for your birthday two years prior decorating it perfectly. The little gem that hangs from the thin chain lays right in between your collarbone, resting there and sparkling as if to conquer the way your eyes shine whenever you're fascinated with him.

But it could never rival your eyes, in his opinion.

You're so pretty like this, holding onto his hands like he's your lifeline, and he likes to believe he is, because you're certainly his at this point. Even the things you don't like about your physical appearance are pretty to him- there's nothing he'd ever see as a downside to you.

He clenches his jaw as he feels his own peak approaching, teeth biting down on the inside of his lower lip as he lets go of one of your hands, placing his fingers right where he knows you need them. It makes you jump a little, mouth opening but the moan you let out is breathless, almost silent, as your core clenches around his cock, giving him the push he needed to spill his seed.

He's slow again, lazily moving, riding out your highs as he leans over you, face buried in the crook of your neck before he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you with need. "I love you." He chants into your ear, his way of bringing you back into consciousness, softly, gently, with absolute care. "Good thing we didn't fill up the bath yet." He chuckles, staying inside you for a moment longer as he talks. "The water would be cold by now. But I like to take my time with you." He mumbles, your hands slowly exploring his skin again, as you take a deep breath to calm yourself back down. "Our quickies are pretty hot too, not gonna lie-" He jokes, kissing your cheek until you giggle in response. "But I like this most." He says.

He moves a bit to look at you better, and you smile. "Hey." You say simply, and he grins boyishly, pecking your nose.

"Hey." He replies, making you smile too.

"I'm getting cold." You complain playfully, and he snorts in response, before he slips out, making you and him cringe a bit at the feeling of loss. Tying the condom, he shakes his sweat-stained hair out of his face before he gets up to wrap a tissue around it, before he walks out the room, presumably to discard of it in the main bin in the kitchen. When he comes back, he eagerly jumps on the bed, barely missing your form as the bed creaks in protest. "Kook! You're gonna break it one day!" You laugh, and he simply shrugs, before picking you up to bring you into the bathroom.

"Thats kind of a life-goal of mine, not gonna lie." He says, putting you down in the tiled room before he moves to start the water. "But like, not from jumping on it." He winks, and you roll your eyes, arms crossed in front of you.

He's really something else.

𝔾𝕠𝕕'𝕤 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕟 - 1

- Royality - Demigod!JK - War - Angst - Smut - Forbidden Romance - Angel!Reader -

" As the son of a god, he's not supposed to participate in war- that's what the angels are for- bowing down at every command, and shielding him from any harm. But maybe its time for a change. Maybe its time for him to protect his angel instead. "

"You're not being serious." Jungkook growls, before he swings the wooden sword harder against yours; the attack effortlessly blocked by you.

After practically begging for an eternity, he'd finally been allowed basic combat training. It's unheard of; but then again, jungkook is already a lot of things no one's ever known before. With his mother being a mere human, and his father being a God, he's already a special being in itself. Technically, a human woman isn't able to carry out a God's child- but there he was, thriving and growing stronger every day. "Come on, stop blocking-!" He grits out, as you push your own wooden replica of a weapon in a skilled manner, disarming the young demigod.

"I've been tasked with basic combat training, your highness." You say to the heavily breathing jungkook. "I'd be beheaded of I ended up harming you in any way." You tell him, stepping back as he picks up his wooden weapon. He's not happy- its clear as day, not only from his look. He's still not yet in full control of his powers; the room cooling down significantly at his inner disappointment of the entire situation, making you shiver. He himself probably doesn't even notice.

"We're alone here." He scolds, and you look away from his gaze- unable to stand a confrontation like that. "For an Angel you sure love disobeying requests I give." He tells you, stepping closer to you. His presence is suffocating, not only because it's just him, hug because it's so wrong for you to feel the way you do at his proximity. "What is it about me that makes it so easy for you to go against my wishes?" He says, and you hate how his voice sounds like velvet beneath your fingertips. Soft, like nothing else, incomparable to anything else.

"I'm not going against your wishes- I'm being responsible." You say, not saying his name out of pettiness now as you turn around to put away the practice weapon, well aware that you won't be able to get anywhere at this point considering his and your mood.

"You know I told you I'd never let something happen to you!" He argues, following you. It's true; he's told you he'd protect yiu so many times already. "Do I seem so dishonest to you?" He almost whines, and it hurts to hear him like this.

"Of course not." You tell him, sighing. It's not that you don't trust him- but that he's believing in things that just won't ever be true. Even if he tried to defend you, he'd never be able to overthrow his father's word- if that man wanted to rip out your wings, he'd do it.

And he wouldn't even care if his son had to watch.

Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (1) 🔞

In which everything he always wanted has already been there from the start. He just needs to make that final step.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: blood high= a rush vampires get after consuming blood, nothing graphic though, wet dream, reader is kinda innocent ngl, sexual tension, fluff

Length: short/mid

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He doesn't know how he got into this situation, memories fizzy and unclear. But what he does know is that he's desperate.

You're squirming underneath his hands, skin a blur, but he somehow still feels it warm and soft. Maybe you're simply so beautiful his mind can't comprehend it- Brain short-circuiting at the sight of your bare body beneath his own. He's hard, dripping with precum already, embarrassingly so- desperate.

But he can't seem to push himself inside.

He's rather opting to rub his painfully hard length over your soft stomach, needy for friction as he gasps out your name under his breath. You're begging for him to do something, anything, and he wants to comply, hell, he wants to ram himself so deep into your cunt until the only thought left in your head is him, him, him.

But he can't.

"Yoongi.." you call out to him, and he wants to answer, what's to move, but nothing is helping. He's caught in the moment as if hands are holding him hostage. He wants to make love to you, fuck you stupid, something in between or both at once- but there's no control over his body present. "Yoongi.!" You say again, more urgently, and he almost sobs to himself because what is happening?

"Yoongi!"

His eyes open, and the first thing he notices is how sweaty he is, heart pounding in his chest. "Thank God you woke up, I was worried." You tell him, sitting on the floor in front of the couch he's been napping on, hands on his shoulder. "Did you have a nightmare?" You wonder, and at that he swallows, eagerly getting into a sitting position with the blanket thankfully covering his still throbbing length.

"Yeah, something like that."

You're currently living with him while your apartment is being renovated- a broken gas pipe having almost hospitalized you a week prior. It had freaked him out to the core, a new fear unlocked it seems as he feels uneasy even considering you moving back into your place.

What if they don't fix it properly? What if you go to sleep and never wake up? What if it breaks again?

"I just wanted to tell you I'll be grocery shopping now." You say, getting up to walk towards the front door, slipping into your boots. "Do you need anything?"

"No." He shakes his head. "You can take my card- it's in my wallet." He tells you, running a hand through his hair.

"No, it's fine!" You smile, zipping up your jacket. "Take it as a thank you for your hospitality." You grin, before you open the door. "I'll be back soon!" You call out, before the door closes.

And he waits.

He watches the small clockwork of his wristwatch count the seconds, one round, then another, then another.

"Fuck it." He scoffs to himself, getting up to walk into the bathroom. A cold shower won't help him, granted, he doesn't want one either. He thought living with you would be easy- you're low-maintenance, never complain, you eat almost everything, you're quiet and you work most of the day anyway.

But fuck. He did not take into account how oblivious you are.

From your shorts to wearing sports bras as acceptable tops around the house, you're seriously making his life hell on earth. It's been a week, and he's already almost ran into you half naked- bare back and glimpse of the side of your chest still clear as day in his memories. He's found your panties shamelessly thrown into the hamper with his own clothes, one pair clearly stained with clear and still glistening arousal yesterday- and he blames today's dream on that.

He wonders what had gotten you to the point of ruining your underwear like that.

As he steps into the shower, he likes to believe that it was him, yesterday when you were cooking together. He'd stood behind you, had helped you cut some vegetables with his hands over yours, looking over your shoulder. Maybe you liked how domestic it was? Maybe you were having thoughts about being bent over the kitchen counter, just like the idea is spreading into his mind right now?

Or maybe it was when you were sitting on the couch together, watching some random movie because the wifi had died, leaving you with nothing but cable TV. Thinking about it, he really could've just slipped his hands underneath your shirt. He'd seen your nipples through the soft fabric, all perked up, proving your lack of underwear.

Maybe if he had made his move yesterday he wouldn't be standing in the shower right now, one arm against the wall while the other desperately strokes his cock.

He shouldn't be doing this.

It feels awfully wrong to think about you during such a thing, and yet, he can't get himself to really stop it until he actually finishes, cum getting washed down the drain together with all of the emotions clouding his better judgement. He knows this isn't right. He needs to do something about it.

But you're so sweet- how can he know that you won't say yes to him just because you don't want to hurt his feelings?

When you return back from getting groceries, you're painfully oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary. You don't question why he showered, you don't ask if anything is wrong- you simply start cooking, before you sing quietly to yourself, swaying on the spot. "Ah, Yoongi!" You suddenly say turning around towards him. "I know what I want for my birthday now!" You say, and he raises his eyebrow.

"Your birthday was four weeks ago." He comments, and you nod.

"And you said I can have whatever I want once I figured it out!" You remind him, his exact words being exactly those. You'd struggled to tell him what he could give you as a present- and so he'd given you nothing but a promise.

"What is it then?" He wonders, hoping it might be something silly like a kiss.

"I wanna go on a trip with you!" You chirp, and he's confused. "A camping trip! You say you like those too, so I wanna go on one with you." You explain, turning around to stir what's in the pot. "Doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow- I just wanna. You know. Spend time with you.." you mumble the last past, not sparing him a glance.

And maybe that's his sign.

The only way to be sure is to wait if you reach out to him first. It's the only solution to this problem there is. And maybe, just maybe, you're holding out your hand right now for him to potentially grab onto.

"Alright, let's do it then." He nods, and you turn with bright eyes and an excited smile.

"Oh, thank you! When do you think we could go?" You ask him innocently enough, tilting your head to the side. He's seen that look on your face so many times by now, and it's still dangerous.

So Yoongi smiles a little mischievously.

"When's the earliest you can get time off of work?"

Missing yoongi :( could you post an audio of him? I don't have special requests, anything would make me happy

Lazy Moans / Min Yoongi

Tough to find anything yoongi tbh... so for now, sorry ppl who want rougher stuff!

Yoongi:

Eat The Rich Masterlist

Tags/Warnings: cat hybrids Yoongi & mc, Violence, murder, strangers to lovers, blood, angst, graphic descriptions of violence, adult themes, fluff, romance, suggestive themes such as making out and dry humping, eventual smut

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Main Works:

Intro (part 1)

Part 2

Part 3

Sidecontent:

None yet!

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