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;sleepy (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

Jungkook’s never too sleepy for sex…

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings; domesticated goodness in the form of smut and fluff, morning sex, sleepy jungkook, established relationship words; 2,254

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b i g o l e f r e a k

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : fuckboy-friends w/benefits au.

t a g s : possessive behavior, jealous sex, toxic jk!, reader’s a freak, college setting, car sex, exhibitionism, mentioned recording, creampies, y’all low key not good for each other, sneaky link!jk, degradation, dirty talk, reader’s on her hot girl shit, slight cum play

s u m m a r y : you’re both exclusive only to each other. jungkook fucks the way he acts—crazy, hard. too bad you’re only here for the ride..

w o r d c o u n t : 2k

It’s another Netflix and chill situation, you’re not so sure why you keep coming around. Not because you felt some way or anything, it was just that you had class early in the morning. You couldn’t afford to go sleep deprived, more than you were anyways.

“Ride it good baby,” Jungkook licked his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly, “just like that.” He purred softly.

He used his hands to guide your movements making you bounce at a slow and steady pace. Quiet moans and sighs escaped your lips, your mouth watering from the feeling his thick cock sliding against that special spot inside of you. At this rate you could cum from this slow pace, his cock was more than enough to get you there.

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this is how you fall in love | jjk

(banner made by me. do not steal or repost. not for personal use. / minors dni.)

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader

— genre: rockstar au, established relationship, fluff, smut, light angst

— summary: After years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, Jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

— playlist: listen here <3

— warnings: not-so-linear storytelling, my attempt at writing soft giggly sex 🤭, slight sub!jungkook, big dicc!jungkook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, brief cockwarming, hint of exhibitionism kink if you quint 👀, mentions of insecurities and anxiety. i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything

— word count: approximately 9.3k (i thought it was gonna be 11-12k at one point lol)

— note: here she is, my first proper oneshot !!! the title is from jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler’s song ‘this is how you fall in love’ lol how creative, but you should listen to it while reading this bc i feel like it sorta adds to the experience. also my first time writing smut lmao bear w me 😫 anyhoo this jk in particular is so special to me i enjoyed writing this so much !! btw it’s not as edited as i would like but oh well lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Jungkook commands the attention of every room he walks into; and just like right now, he’s basking in all the attention, all the screams of his name from dozens of girls and boys alike in this packed bar. You knew he was a charmer since you first met him, and you had known from the start that no matter how hard you try to resist, you would succumb to him eventually.

Sometimes, you feel as though he doesn’t belong to you—he can’t possibly, right? Not when people are shouting along to every word falling from his lips and you are… well, you’re just you. He’s destined for the world, for bigger things than just your two-bedroom apartment. Loving him is a privilege, and the thing about privileges is they can be taken away.

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- panic womb. (m) ; jjk

atu!couple, established relationship, smut, fluff, 5k

note: this is based on a request i got a looooong time ago for the atu!couple. enjoy!

warnings: explicit smut, drunk (more like tipsy) sex, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, ass eating, pussy spanking, butt spanking lol, creampie kink idk lol, mentions of pregnancy, etc. jaykay is a sweetie and i love him, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

The sounds of the nightclub still echo in your ears, the base pumping through you even as you step off the elevator, heels sinking into the plush carpet. 

Jeongguk lags behind you, hands sifting through the pockets of his jeans to locate the key to your apartment before you let your vision focus and then refocus again, blinking wildly. Perhaps those tequila shots Taehyung gave you weren’t such a good idea. 

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almost sweet (kth)

pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

genre(s): pwp, smut, some fluff

au: slice of life, bdsm, established relationship

word count: 5k

summary: life has felt like too much lately. your boyfriend agrees to give you a night of pleasure with a touch of pain.

trigger/smut warnings:  dom!tae, tae has a big dick, degradation (uses of 'whore' and 'slut'), mocking, ass slapping, pussy slapping, creampie, oral (m), rough throat fuck, rough fingering, squirting, silk ties and a ball gag are used, he makes her clean up after herself, rough sex, hair pulling, lots of spit, unprotected sex (wrap it up please!! and be careful!!), tears, hints that he's broken skin, praise, aftercare, strawberries, both of them are deeply in love with each other, and everything is consensual

rating: 18+

author’s note: thank you so much to the lovely @rkivian for making this AMAZING banner!! i have never written a pwp before and a special thank you goes out to the absolutely astounding @taegularities for brainstorming with me, taking the time to beta, and allowing me to run ideas past her!!

tag list: @moonchild1 please like, reblog, comment, send an ask if you read this and enjoy it!! let me know if you would like to added to my tag list 💖 © sugalaritae, 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

It’s a soft clink that hits your ears first.

You know that sound. You’ve heard it in your bedroom countless times throughout the days you’ve shared and sometimes in the middle of the night. It is one of those sounds that you pay no attention to in any other instance, but as it pushes through the bedroom and reverberates in your ears, you know that he has set down a ceramic dish against the small glass table top that sits atop your brushed gold bedside table.

Your eyes twitch against the silk material that is blindfolding you.

He’s been gone for a few minutes and now he’s returned with something. It has to be a dish, but what is in it? Your mind begins the race of possibilities of what could be in there. Food? Something that he could eat off of you? Ice cubes? Every nerve in your body remembers the last time that he brought ice cubes into your bedroom, and your pussy clenches at the memory of the frozen rock pushed against and then into your entrance.

Could it be something for after? A treat for you?

Curiosity gets the best of you and your tongue moves in your mouth as your brain sends the signal to ask the question, but the words are only pushed silently against the ball gag that holds your mouth open. You always marvel at how your body acclimates to these restraints, but just as quickly as you get used to the gag, your muscles begin to ache.

“You look so pretty.” His words crush the silence that has slipped over you and the room and a shiver of surprise rushes up your spine.

You want him to touch you. Your body has relaxed against the bed even in the restraints that he put around your wrists and ankles several minutes earlier. This is the part that always drives you crazy - the waiting. The two of you have discussed how long is too long and came to a compromise. The waiting proves to be worse when you know that he’s in the room with you.

You can hear his breathing, it’s soft and slightly labored. A moan runs through your throat and crashes against the gag where it is joined by your built up saliva, and together they squeeze out around the gag at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes close tight as you feel your drool slip down your chin and your neck.

His chuckle is deep, and behind the darkness, you picture it coming from the bottom of his chest.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, fully knowing that you will not be able to answer.

Prick.

You push sound against the gag and oh! You want to see his face. You want to see that cruel smirk that you know he will have. It’s silent for a moment and you think you can hear him moving, but you’re unsure. Waves of darkness crash behind your closed lids and you start to feel a little lost at sea.

Until, his voice pulls you back to the shore.

He’s close. So incredibly close. You can feel his breath against your neck as he asks, “Sorry?” Such a simple word and yet he’s coated it in lust, tenderness, and mockery.

You feel the mattress give under his weight as he rests a knee next to your chest.

“Do you want this out?” he asks as his slender fingers trace where the strap and your cheek meet, making you jump at the surprise touch. “If I take this off, you’re not allowed to swear at me, okay baby?”

You nod. He knows you too well. Knows that you can get frustrated when you have too much restraint and he’s left you for far too long. Your jaw aches and he should know, he’s had this same gag stuffed into his mouth before.

Carefully he lifts your head. Every touch is a wonderful surprise and a small tickle starts in your neck where his fingers have connected with your skin, traveling down to the base of your spine, and you lift your hips just a little. He smirks at this small action. Watching you react to his touches when you’re blindfolded is one of his favorite things to witness.

His body reacts differently; yours is so sensitive and he wonders what it must be like to live in a body like yours. Each touch, each kiss, elicits a reaction and while he knows he will never know what exactly it feels like, he is thankful he is the one that gets to witness it.

He slips the piece of soft leather out of the clasp and, oh so carefully, pulls the gag away from your mouth. He sets it down on the table beside the bed and it isn’t until you hear the soft sound of the metal clasp hitting the wood that you let out the breath you’ve been holding. He chuckles and wipes the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. You can feel his nail against your lip just for a moment before he pulls his touch away.

“I was going to fuck this beautiful mouth of yours, but I think I’ll give you a break, yeah baby?” he informs and you can hear the smirk that he is wearing.

You’re silent as you open and close your mouth a few times to try and get used to the freedom your jaw now enjoys.

“Answer me,” he growls, low.

“If you fuck my mouth, I need to see you,” you counter, your voice is raspy and the pitch is low as you feel the rush of spit flow down your throat.

This answer pulls another low chuckle from deep within him which sends another shiver down your spine and this time you feel your excitement pool against your lips.

“Maybe later then. I have things I want to do that you’re not allowed to see,” he whispers, making your head shift a little with another bolt of surprise. When did he get so close?

The bed shifts suddenly and his weight is gone from beside you. You want to touch him, your whole body needs touch. You’ve been tied up, gagged, and blindfolded for too long. You need attention and you are sure that if he continues any longer, you’re going to throw a fit. Still, you stay silent despite the tears that have started to build in the corners of your eyes. It’s been so long since you’ve been this desperate.

He’s been so good to you lately, loving you tenderly and sweetly. You were the one that brought up a night like this, the length of time it had been since you had been in the submissive position. Life has been too much for you and you’ve wanted to lose control just a little, but this feels like your skin is tingling, and as you think about it longer, your legs shake a little.

“What color are you at, baby?” he asks from near your feet.

“Green,” you answer and then quickly follow it with a hiss, “but if you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to be at yellow.”

His tongue pulls against the top of his mouth in a tsk sound and then his palm connects with your thigh.

“I told you that you’re not allowed to swear at me if the gag came out.” He’s standing over you and your leg stings where he slapped you, but it was a connection and your whole body is screaming for more.

You lift your head off the pillow and shoot him a glare that shows in your mouth forming a straight line; this makes him laugh outright. His laughter fills the room and then suddenly his fingers connect with your clit in a hard slap and your lips part in a whimper.

“Is that the kind of touch you want? Because I can give you more,” he’s watching you carefully, watching you tied to the bed like this pulls his stomach muscles together as his erection grows.

“Anything,” you whisper, the slap radiating through your sex. “I just want to be touched by you.”

“Then you need to be good,” he responds and finally, finally you feel his fingers trace the place where he slapped you on your thigh.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby. Tied up, desperate for my touch,” his voice is low and while you can’t see him, you know what he looks like when he's taken with you. Eyes dark, brow heavy, jaw clenched. He always looks so incredibly sexy when he’s about to fuck you.

You wiggle in the restraints. The silk wrapped around your ankles feels soft but annoying if you think about it too much. This is what you’ve wanted though. This feeling of being out of control. You have wanted your whole week to completely disappear under his touch and under the restraints.

You don’t feel any weight pressed against the bed and your brain tries to figure out where he is and what he is doing when you feel his fingers in the patch of hair right above your cunt. You gasp, caught off guard, and this makes him let out a breath of air in a silent laugh. His fingers slip down, brush against your clit gently, and then part your folds.

“Look at you,” he says softly, the deep tone combined with the tender touch of his fingertips elicits goosebumps. “You must have been going crazy with anticipation. You’re so fucking wet and ready for me,” he pauses. “What do you want, baby?”

You’re not sure if words will actually fall out of your lips; every part of your brain is concentrated on where his hand is. You want him to completely fuck all vocabulary out of your knowledge.

His hand disappears and just as you’re about to complain, it lands back on your aching cunt with a hard slap. His fingers like individual little whips. You whimper in pain.

“You need to be faster with your answers,” he scolds.

“I- I’m sorry,” you whisper back.

“Now, what is it that you want? Do you want my fingers buried deep inside you?” he asks as his index finger slips against your opening. “Or do you want my tongue?”

“I-” you stumble again with your words, unsure of what you want because all thoughts have completely lost their way to you.

“I, I, I-” he mocks in a tone that makes you fight against the restraints which makes him laugh in a tone that you haven’t heard from him in so long. And oh, how you remember how this tone used to scare you a little until he explained what goes through his head when he’s there with you in the moment.

“Fingers,” you answer in a little squeak.

Without answering, he pushes not one, not two, but three fingers into you in one go. It’s rough, hard, and a little painful as your cunt stretches around them. You push down against them instinctively and for a brief moment, he pulls them out only to shove them back into you. He does this a few times until his pace quickens. Eventually, he only pushes two fingers into you, and they don’t leave you but are instead shoved high up and dig into your vulnerable spot.

His hands have always been one your favorite physical attributes of his. The veins that protrude from the back of his hand. His long slender fingers know how to comfort you with soft strokes when he massages your scalp, and they know how to dig into you to bring you the most incredible pleasure. No man has ever been able to make you come around their fingers like he does. He amazed you the first time he fingered you, bringing you two orgasms as if he knew you and what you liked.

Your muscles tighten and he brings one hand to your lower stomach and lightly pushes down.

He doesn’t say anything and you know it’s because he’s too enamored by you. Too completely taken with you to do anything but watch and fuck you.

Your orgasm causes your hips to lift off the bed, your legs shake, and oh! His palm pressing down makes your head spin. You gasp before loud moans fill the room and he, mouth open, observes you. Precum has already decorated the front of his pants.

He continues his unrepentant rhythm, never slowing through your orgasm, and then you feel the rush. That delicious push and he gasps. “Fuck, baby,” he moans out as you feel the sudden wetness against your ass and thighs.

He slips his fingers out as your body continues to shake and then he lightly slaps your soaking cunt, the sound filling your ears, and you moan louder.

“You’ve made a mess,” he states and you’re certain his voice has gotten lower. “What should I do with you now?”

Your body slowly comes down off the waves of pleasure. Every muscle that was tense has relaxed again and your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath that you release in an attempt to catch it again.

Suddenly, your world is bright as he rips the blindfold, tugging your hair a little with it. You let out a little whimper.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispers as he gazes at you.

You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the dim light he has shining in the room. Slowly, he comes into focus, and there is a look in his eyes that you know but have only seen a few times. A look that shows pride. You’re the one that came like that, you’re the one that has the ability to squirt, but it’s him that made you. It’s his fingers, his presence, his everything that fills your head and body.

He knows that had never happened before him and while it still doesn’t occur all too often, every time it does, you know that it fills him with pride. He doesn’t have to say anything. Tonight, he’s keeping it in for you, but that glint in his eyes betrays him and the corner of your mouth pulls ever-so-slightly.

He leans down and stops with his lips just above yours. You want to kiss him. You need to feel his lips against yours, words are not enough right now. You want to show him just how thankful you are that he’s able to bring that out in you.

Except he’s not done with you.

His lips never touch yours.

“You’ve made a mess in my bed. On my clean sheets.”

Your bed. Your shared bed, but he knows what he’s doing and how to rile you up.

“And,” his voice has deepened, his breath is hot against your lips and fuck! How you want to kiss him. “I think I might have to make you clean it up.”

“Tae,” you let out in a whimper.

He pulls away and looks down at you, his hand brushes your hair back.

“Yes?” he asks. When you don’t answer, the look in his eyes changes to something akin to concern. “What’s your color, baby?” he asks as his eyes search your face for some sort of sign that you might be dropping.

Finally you lock your gaze with his and you smile sweetly, this is the man you’ve fallen in love with. The one that cares deeply for you, loves you like no one else has ever loved you, the one that lets you dominate him, and the one that dominates you when you need to forget the world around you and lose control.

“Green, love,” you answer and his face relaxes.

For a moment the two of you lose all the roughness as he leans in and kisses you. You know that he’s doing this to reassure the both of you that this is a side of him. A side of him that matches a side of you and it makes your heart leap in your chest.

Your tongues dance together as he presses his mouth against yours. It’s soft, full of love, lust, and passion until you moan into his mouth, breaking his resolve. It’s a sudden shift and you can feel it in the way that his teeth pull at your bottom lip, his tongue sharpening as it drags along the tip of yours.

Suddenly his mouth is no longer on yours and he’s leaning over you. He grabs your wrist roughly, his chest pressing into your face and your favorite scent fills your senses. You remember the first time you hugged him; you were sure that it was the nicest cologne you had ever smelled and it fit him - a little floral, musky, with a hint of what you thought was mint.

You close your eyes as his scent overwhelms you and then suddenly, the pressure on your wrist is gone, the silk material is falling away as he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your wrist before he shifts and starts untying your other hand. You move your now free hand and push it into his hair before he grabs it again and pushes it against the bed. He moves and looks down at you and with his free hand, he grabs your cheeks and pushes them together roughly.

“Just because I’m freeing you doesn’t mean you can touch me. You are still under my control, got it?” he commands, his voice a whisper as he leans down. His eyes are dark again and the look he’s giving you mixed with the feel of his fingers pinching deep into your cheeks makes your cunt clench.

You nod in a response and he chuckles. He quickly unties your other hand, and this time, you don’t dare move your hands. Instead, you grip the silk that is still wrapped around the headboard to keep yourself from touching him.

You watch him as he stands beside the bed and begins to undo his belt and trousers. Your mouth and pussy grow wet as the possibilities of what is about to come run through your mind.

As he pushes his trousers down and steps out of them, you realize you’re hungrier for him than you had thought. You push yourself up onto your elbows as you watch him stand straight, his cock standing against his body, the tip bright pink and wet already. A moan falls out of you and he smirks.

“I think I am going to fuck that mouth.” he states as he steps onto the bed and stands above you, feet on either side of your thighs. “Wanna see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he says as he drags just the tip of his thumb along the outline of your mouth.

“Stick out your tongue,” he commands and you do.

He grips the base of his cock and taps your tongue with its weight. His precum drips onto your tongue and you moan as your brain registers the familiar taste.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take all of me in this beautiful mouth?” he asks as he drags his thumb along your bottom lip, and before you can answer him in a nod or with your voice, his hand is on the back of your head and he pushes in until you feel him touch the back of your throat.

His moan fills the room as you gag around him. You can already feel the ache in your jaw from the ball gag reappear, drool drips down your chin. He pulls out, your lips tight around his girth and he exits your mouth with a small pop before he shoves his length back in.

He is relentless with his rhythm. Fucking your face hard and fast, his hands each has a fist of hair as he uses you and your mouth to make him feel good. Your eyes water, tears slip and join the drool that builds on your chin. When he backs away, a web of spit is pulled from you and he groans as he looks down at you.

“Look at you, so messy,” his thumb pushes against your bottom lip. He pulls your head back roughly and you look up at him, lips parted, spit falling down onto your breasts and you shiver before he shoves two fingers into your mouth. You gag around him.

“This is my mouth,” he says and this new demon only shares a face and body with the man you love. You try to swallow, but instead you nearly choke around him, and he chuckles, a hard and cruel laugh that comes from deep in his chest.

He pulls his fingers out and bends down just a little before he spits into your mouth.

“Swallow, whore,” he says before he stands and shoves his cock back into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks around him, your tongue dances along the wet and salty tip. He moans loudly and your pussy clenches again, you are soaking wet, ready for whatever he is about to make you do.

Then suddenly, it’s over. He looks down at you. Your chest is shiny with your spit, your face a mess, mascara drips down your cheeks, your foundation has tear streaks through it and he wipes his hand down your cheek and then your chest. He slaps one breast and you wince.

“You are mine,” he growls before he leans down and kisses you. Your neck and jaw are sore as he pulls your head back to kiss you.

He breaks the kiss and steps off the bed. You sit there soaked and ready for whatever is about to come. You need him to fill you. You need to feel him bottom out inside you and fill you with his cum.

He unties your ankles and then roughly pulls you down the bed. You fall, your back hitting the mattress, an “oof” accompanying the fall. He flips you over onto your stomach and then suddenly, his hands are no longer on you, his energy is no longer near you. He disappears for a moment, leaving the room entirely, and for a brief second, you think about following him instead of laying spread eagle on the bed, your toes pushing against the floorboards.

A hand towel lands near you.

“Wipe up the mess you made. Use that pretty spit you have all over yourself to clean my sheets.”

You look over to him. He stands there still in his shirt, cock wet and shiny. He crosses his arms against his chest and raises his eyebrows. “Now, slut.”

You turn from him, grab the towel, crawl back onto the bed, and begin to dab at the spot you’ve made on the mattress.

He watches you, his gaze drifting slowly down your naked body. The way your breasts hang and just hit the mattress. Your stomach moves with each dab you make. Your hands grip the towel tightly. Your knees pressing into the mattress and creating dips.

You are marvelous to him. You have always been amazing.

From the moment he set his eyes on you, your voice reaching his ears, he was sure that you were made for each other. The way you fit against him. The way he holds you and you hold him. Your relationship is far from perfect, but you… you are everything to him. He wants to wrap you in his arms and hold you, but a voice tells him later. He can do that later. Now is not the time. He will give you everything you both need after.

His muscles pull his face into a smirk as he steps forward. Your concentration is solely on the task in front of you as he moves behind you and grips your hips, pulling you to him. He hears you gasp and his smirk grows. “Did I tell you to stop?” he asks as he runs his hand over his cock before he presses himself against your opening, slowly moving along your folds. He loves how your body reacts to him. He will never get sick of this.

“Keep cleaning,” he demands and without any warning, he pushes into you and bottoms out. Your voices join together in a moan.

He stays there for a long moment. Buried inside you. His mind empties and he slowly begins to pull out. You shiver and he marvels at how you feel against him. He watches your hands loosen around the towel.

“If you’re not able to continue, I’m going to have to punish you.”

He pulls his hand back and connects his palm with your ass with a loud and painful slap. He watches as your ass jiggles, the waves moving down your thighs. The visual sends a zap to his cock and he pushes into you again without any warning. He continues this for a while, nearly pulling out, accompanied by a slap, pushing in, followed by another slap, and on and on until your ass tingles from the pleasurable pain and intensity of his spanks.

You’ve stopped dabbing at the spot completely and he takes advantage of this as he presses his palm between your shoulder blades and pushes you down against the mattress. You turn your face so your cheek is pressed against the spot and you feel the dampness of the sheet, your spill, against your skin.

“Stay there,” he moans, and his hands move to grip your hips as he begins a rhythm that makes your muscles clench. The ball in the pit of your stomach grows tight; you are desperate for release and he can feel it. Your pussy aches. Your knees hurt. Your ass burns and stings.

“Come for me, I know you want to,” he groans.

“Tae,” you moan, your voice weak.

His gaze is locked on you, the way you take him. Your thighs jiggling with each thrust. Your back and the beautiful curvature of your spine. The way your muscles move with each push and pull. He can feel them clench around him.

“Fucking come, you whore!” he yells as he pushes deep within you - and then, you release. Your hands tighten against the sheet, your moans fill the room with a beautiful symphony he knows the neighbors will not enjoy. But it’s the sweetest and sexiest sound he has ever heard.

He watches as you drip down your own leg, coating his cock in the purest white, and then he jerks, filling you just as you had wanted. You feel him twitch inside you, feel his warmth coat every spot of your walls. His weight falls against you, and the both of you fall against the bed. He kisses between your shoulders, stays inside you for a moment before slowly, slowly pulling out and stepping away, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine.

“Stay here, baby,” he hums as he leaves the room.

You can feel yourself dip slowly. Your energy wanes. You can feel his remnants slowly drip out of you. Your muscles are still tense as you hear the water start for a bath.

“Baby,” his voice catches you off guard and you wonder if you fell asleep as his touch jolts your body awake. “Open up,” he whispers and nudges your legs open with a gentle push with his hand.

You groan, “Please, Tae, no.” Your body is too tired to obey.

“I need to clean you up.” His voice is soft, sweet, and you know that the man you share your life with is back.

Slowly, you open your legs a little and your breath catches as you feel the warm cloth against your folds, cleaning you. He folds the cloth gently before he carefully dabs at the bruised skin of your ass.

“Oh, baby, I am so sorry. I got carried away,” he says as he leans down and gently kisses your thigh just below the now sensitive and tingling skin.

You wince and he sighs. You feel him disappear for a moment before he picks up the dish that has sat forgotten on your bedside table. He sits on the bed next to you and lifts you up with one hand until you’re sitting. You lean against his shoulder and he holds the dish out. The brightest strawberries sit in the dish, their stems cut off and you look at them for a moment.

“Come on, baby, eat and then I promise you can stay in the bath as long as you need.” He sets the bowl down on his leg and takes a strawberry and brings it to your mouth and watches as you take a small bite. He smiles, his free hand moves over your hair.

“You are amazing,” he whispers against your temple as you eat the fruit.

After you have consumed two beautiful, juicy strawberries, he guides you up to stand. You wobble on your feet and he pulls you into his chest. No shirt is stopping you from feeling his skin this time and you fall into him.

“You did so well. God, baby, you are amazing,” he says as he decorates your face in gentle and soft kisses. "The light of my life." Each kiss pressing away the sting from you each slap he gave you.

He steps into the bath first and guides you down so you sit between his legs, your head resting against your chest. It takes a moment for your body to get used to the sting of the water against your skin. But you move and finally settle, curled up on your side, your cheek against his chest, as he carefully brings a washcloth to your ass.

“I love you. So much,” he whispers as your body relaxes.

Gently, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. This is your safe place. Here, with him. You love him just as he loves you. No other place will ever feel like home as he does.

between roommates | jeon jungkook au

summary | you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

warnings | roommates one shot!, fluff, SMUT, Namjoon is kinda a fuckboy, jungkook is too but not as bad, drinking, heavy makeouts, a little bit of Namjoon x reader, safe sex, cunnilingus, pet names, oral (f recieving), missionary, they break a headboard, not that many warnings idk, not edited.

“No offense, but I don’t think you and I will ever work out. I need someone I can actually hold a conversation with on a more philosophical level.”

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