Golden -> Jjk

golden -> jjk

summary: you’re left to clean up your brother’s mess after a boys night in, only to find an even bigger mess sitting so pretty - and naked - in the tub.

pairing: jungkook x female reader 

genre: brothers best friend au, smut: pornwithoutplot™

warning tags: drunk!jk, bathing, nipple play/stim, handjob, unprotected sex (oc on the pill)

word count: 4k

a/n: ahhh wahh, i’m on my period and this is the result of that. i apologise. just look at those golden thighs guy (pukes and passes out) and yes, this is the cursed idea I had while fully snorting this nsfw fanart like devil powder. 

just wanted to post something while i work on some series works - i’ve got a new hybrid series on the way, and will be updating vixen soon followed by maniac. thank you so much :3

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An old school R&B track sounded quietly throughout the apartment after a full night of them blasting the noise, loud enough to get your grumpy old neighbour downstairs to bang against his ceiling with a broomstick. Of course, they couldn’t hear it though, and neither had you, but you definitely would have if you hadn’t fallen asleep with your headphones on while watching YouTube videos.  

You’d slept through the entire time they had been here, which was only a couple of hours; Taehyung had planned a small get together with his close buddies a week prior in celebration for the completion of exam season. They got drunk, competitive in gameplay and, did you mention they got drunk? They were also very loud when they were all together, even when sober, so you can’t even imagine how rowdy they got during your slumber. The evidence was clear as day when you were shuffling out of your room, eyes hardly opened as you yawned, stretching your arms above your head. 

The mess was expected, but it didn’t make it any less painful to look at. You look around at the damage and sigh, knowing you’d be spending the next two hours cleaning the place. Taehyung would insist he’d do it tomorrow since the two of you shared the apartment and he was thoughtful like that, but he was currently knocked out cold on the couch, so you were left alone. You wander back down the hall and peak your head into his bedroom which was empty, so you’d assumed his friends had gone home before you could wake up and greet them. 

You grabbed a garbage bag and started throwing empty beer cans into it, and there was a lot of them. 

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A Man for All Seasons

Author: vyduan Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Jackson Wang | Reader Genre: Friends to lovers, slow burn Rating: Explicit Warning: smut Word Count: 18,190 [AO3]

Summary: After a divorce leaves Y/N with primary custody of her daughter, she reconnects with Yoongi, a friend from her college days. Will she risk her heart on love again?

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December 1995

You met Yoongi at Seokjin’s house in December of 1995. You were back in town for your first winter break at UCLA and Seokjin had invited a bunch of your high school buddies over to meet a few of his new college friends from Cal who were also local to the area.

You don’t recall much of him. You might have bummed a cigarette off of him as a few of you sat on the front steps of Seokjin’s house with only the dim yellow haze of the street lamps breaking the darkness. Like you, he was content to let the others carry the burden of conversation.

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“I’m not even gonna say it.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! As I was driving today I came across some kids who were packing up their lemonade stand and I had the thought, ‘tae would totally stop for a kid’s lemonade stand’. And then I thought, ooh fic idea! And THEN! I thought, ‘ok but what if yoongi stopped for a kid’s lemonade stand?’ so that’s what this is. Idk if kids sell lemonade in south korea like they do in the states but whatever, in this they do. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

As a droplet of sweat dripped down the center of your back, you resisted the urge to groan in displeasure as to not give your boyfriend the satisfaction of being right. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of the car nearly bursting at the seams in anticipation of telling you off. Maybe he was onto something when he said it was way too hot outside to go to the park. Just maybe. You were able to convince him with a game of basketball and a pouty lip, but he kept giving you looks of I told you so and you refused to let him speak the words aloud.

With your eyes locked on the controls for the A/C, Yoongi was being especially slow in starting the car. What kind of menace puts himself through further discomfort just to make a point? Glancing at him, you found him staring at you with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Nice day, huh?”

Oh shut up! You thought. I can see that sweat dripping down your forehead, Min. Evil, you mentally called him. Freak. Evil freak.

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bliss | jjk (m)

Summary: Jungkook really, really wants to show you how deeply in love with you he is.

pairing: dilf!Jungkook x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship; so much fluff woah, smut

warnings: domesticity <3, married couple, pierced and tattooed jk, the green vlive pajama, cute banter, mention of a c-section, their cute daughter whom he loves to bits, they joke around and jk is sO CUTE; explicit sexual content: oral (m.), fingering, dom!jk, big dick!jk, kissing, biting, marking, praising, soft sex turning rough sex, dirty talk, manhandling, impreg kink?, sweet nicknames (baby, princess, angel…), unprotected sex (reader on pill etc.), he likes her brattiness; … they’re very much in love

word count: 3.7k

a/n: yeah, here’s the 38742th dilf!jk fic since that live, but i kinda went all domestic instead of focusing on the pjs 🙄 semi-edited with a low quality banner, but i hope you guys still enjoy :D <3

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“Okay, baby. High five first?”

When you stepped out of the shower a moment ago, you could already hear Jungkook’s voice chime from Jinha’s room, quiet and soft and everloving. Your husband always had this strange habit of presenting himself stronger and colder than he had to with you, and you always poked fun at him for it.

But the moment he first laid eyes on your little girl, screaming from the top of her lungs and hands clenched into tiny fists, all armour fell off his body. You think you can still remember the way he melted, eyes cracking and tears falling, vulnerable like you hadn’t ever seen him before.

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divine seduction | kth. (m)

banner by the wonderful @introgfx​ <3

➵ summary: you despise your quarterly meetings with the demon king, kim taehyung, for many reasons. one; being that he’s maddeningly charming, two; he tests the limits of your relationship every visit, and three; he’s gotten under your skin so bad, you’re ready to show him that two can play his game.

➵ pairing: demon king!taehyung x angel queen!reader

➵ genre: angels/demons, royalty, enemies to lovers!au, fantasy!au, smut, pwp, light angst, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 11k

➵ warnings: fantasy depictions of angels and demons, explicit sexual content, hard but sweet dom!taehyung, switch/sub!reader, huge dicc!tae, dirty talk, biting, blood play (he’s a demon with it), bondage, handjobbing, size kink, pain kink, punishment, degradation/humiliation, nipple/breast play, possessiveness, choking, marking, so much licking (taehyung loves tasting his angel), begging, crying, orgasm denial/control, spitting, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, anal play, sex toy, double penetration, throne sex, reverse cowgirl, hitting it from the back, hair pulling, finger-sucking, deepthroating, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, creampie <3

➵ a/n: lord forgive me for i have sinned, i have no explanation for this fic except complete horniness!! >_< please enjoy this to-die-for demon king tae 😌 as always, your feedback means the world to me <3

➵ playlist: wicked games by the weeknd

↳ in submission for the february games:

❂ “Where Cupid’s Arrows Lie”        ⁂ hosted by: professor ryen @kithtaehyung​​ through @bangtansorciere

⤐  au type: “why me?” // enemies to lovers ⤐  themes: angels/demons, fantasy ⤐  kinks: anal play, biting, blood play, bondage, choking, cunnilingus, degradation/humiliation, double penetration, fingering, handjob, hair pulling, orgasm control, pain kink, sex toys, size kink, deepthroating <3

“Must I really see him today?” 

“It’s essential, your Majesty. He requested the meeting himself.” 

“What for, exactly?” 

“He would not disclose that information, only that he desires to see you.” 

You sighed grievously as you fixed the backing of your earring in your mirror, ensuring it was snug. Wearing your appropriate royal robes, you dressed yourself for a cordial meeting, along with packing your utmost patience and tolerance. 

Soon, you were going to meet the most obnoxious, prideful, exasperating being in the universe. 

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As It Was

Summary: When the reader begins to have internal conflict shortly after her son is born about her life, Husband Yoongi is there to tell her there is no shame in getting help

W/C: 2,733

tags: angst, husband!yoongi, mentions of post-partum depression, fluff, psychiatrist!yoongi, nurse!reader

A/N: pain

"Have a good night!" you call out to your coworkers, taking your hair out of the bun as you walk out of the facility. A few clients sit in the lobby area as you leave, grinning and waving while you wave back with just as wide of a smile.

You love your job more than anything. But sometimes it's... hard. You know the individuals don't mean to do the things they do, they don't have a concept of what they're doing when they swing while you try to give them their medications. Sometimes they know who you are and sometimes they don't. It's scary to live your life day by day surrounded by strangers who are trying to get you to do what they want. They don't understand that you're only encouraging them to do what they need to do. To them, sometimes, you're a big scary monster who has taken them from their families. So, despite the clawing and biting and verbal abuse you go through, you stick it out. They need someone who can be there for them, and if that involves intense nights, so be it. You know what you signed up for.

That doesn't make anything any less hard, though.

As soon as you make it to your car, you let a sob and feel tears drip down your cheek. A client who lives on the third floor of the complex has an intense food aggression and happened to see another client with food. You tried to stop him, but you only ended up covered in the raspberry juice they were fighting over. Your scrubs stick to your torso, your shoes still squeak with liquid, and your brain is at its limit for the night.

Oh how you loathe the evening shift. Sometimes.

Tipping your head back, you collect yourself and wipe your face free of tears. Starting your car, you turn on your headlights and pull out of the parking lot and begin your 20 minute drive home.

It's not long before your phone rings. You lean forward and press 'answer' on the stereo and sit back, staring at the traffic light that seems to be painted red.

"Hello?" you don't get a chance to see who's calling you before you answer.

"Jagiya," your husband's voice sounds throughout the car, making your eyes well up with tears once again, "when will you be home? The baby is asleep already but he kept crying for mama before."

You inhale softly, stopping a sob from escaping your throat, "I'll, uh-" you hiccup, "I'll be home soon. I'll feed tonight so don't worry."

"That's not what I'm worried about," concern laces Yoongi's voice, and there's a brief pause while you step on the gas to accelerate, "how was your day?"

You swallow, "I'll tell you when I'm home."

"Okay," he breathes, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Yoongi hangs up and you twist your neck in an attempt to crack some of the stress away.

You met Yoongi in college, where he was studying Psychology and you were studying Nursing. When you started to lean more towards mental health, your professor suggested you start taking cognitive psychology classes and you found yourself sat right next to Yoongi.

You remember the way he looked that day. He was so quiet, and so focused on what was being taught that you thought he was completely unaware of everyone around him. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose that reflected the images of the projector right back out, and his black hair sat fluffy on his head. The hoodie he wore looked comfortable, and when you glanced down, he was wearing plaid pajama pants.

His first words to you were ones for the books.

He leaned over to you, still staring forward, and uttered the most beautiful statement you had ever heard in your life.

"You know, discomfort is something everyone has to withstand. The repetition of dramatic events makes life exhausting and I want to know why. What makes our brains itch. I don't like the answer of 'that's just the way people are.' I need a better reason. So, why are you here?"

At the time you had told him that you just wanted to help people. While, yes that was and still is true, the ultimate reason you were there was to find a purpose. Yoongi seemed to have such a curious mind and it baffled you, how a man so bright can have such dark thoughts about the human psyche. Like he wanted to pick apart everyone's brains and find some sort of trigger or reason that humans react the way they do to things, or develop the illnesses they do.

As college went on and you became friends, then started dating, Yoongi's quest to find the darkness in the human mind began to become futile. While he still continued to get his degree, his mind has shifted.

"Who said that we're the animals of purpose?" you remember him saying one night after exams had just ended, "I think we're the animals of regret."

"There is nothing permanent in this world!" he shouted out into the blackened night sky while you tipped back another bottle of beer, "we're all just happenings passing through!"

You laughed it off at the time, but you feel those words on a deeper level now.

The longer you live, the more you begin to agree with him. Despite having a child, you can't help but feel that trigger that Yoongi so desperately tried to find before. Like you went wrong somewhere, and you're not meant to be doing the job you're doing because you're just not strong enough.

Yet, you push through. Not for yourself, but for Yoongi and your son. They are the reason you continue to breathe new air into the world of certain suffering.

Pulling into the driveway, you don't realize how much you had been crying on the way home. You try your hardest to clean yourself up but you see Yoongi peaking out of the living room window, his mouth set in a frown.

"What happened?" he doesn't give you time to take your shoes off before he's at your front, his hands resting gingerly on your shoulders.

Letting out a shaky breath, you shrug, "just having a rough day."

Yoongi glances down and sees the stained blue scrubs, "Let's run you a shower."

The house is dark while he leads you through it, and you're both careful when you pass the baby's room. He's hands haven't left your shoulders, and it's as though he's holding you up. Like you're a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.

The numbness that follows almost feels intentional. You never understood the need to smoke weed to feel numb, because it's like Yoongi doesn't that for you. You look at him, and you forget. You look at your son, and you forget.

Yoongi turns on the shower once you enter the bathroom and sticks his hand under the water to test the temperature. After he thinks it suffices, he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it carefully over your head. You kick off your pants and underwear and Yoongi reaches around you to undo your bra.

He pauses for a moment, studying your face. Tilting his head, his reaches forward and rests his hands on your cheeks.

"I'm going to go get your pajamas. Get in the shower, baby."

The numbness disappears the instant you're in the shower and can't see him. You feel like such a bother, like you do nothing but make him take care of you. Every since you had the baby you feel like there's a thousand bricks resting on your shoulders and while you try to to everything you can, some unknown force continues to build atop your pain. You don't regret anything in your life, and it hurts you to think that you are feeling the emotional turmoil for no reason at all.

You feel yourself sink onto the floor and bring your knees up to your chest. You have everything you could ever want. A loving husband, a gorgeous baby, a big house that the two of you worked your asses off to get. You have food and clothing and shelter and yet your brain is still sad.

The sobs that heave your chest break the glass wall that you had built in the few moments you spent with Yoongi. The water begins to get chillier but you don't make an effort to move.

The shower curtain slides aside and you hear Yoongi's breathing, "Jagiya-" he sounds panicked, "what's going on?"

The crying doesn't stop. You only look up at him and feel the earlier anguish triple. There's that doting husband that you have. Why the fuck are you still so sad?

Yoongi's back straightens and he sets your clothing on the bathroom counter. Then he slips his boxers and shirt off, sliding behind you on the shower floor.

"It's okay," he whispers, bringing you to his chest and allowing you to lay against him while you silently sob, "you're okay."

"I- I'm not though!" you exclaim quietly, "why am I like this? Why am I such a mess?"

Yoongi's heart breaks, the pain of seeing the love of his life like this is unbearable. He feels a weight on his chest while his throat tenses as he holds back tears.

"I don't think you're a mess, sweetheart," he strokes your head lovingly, your body on his calming him enough to talk you through your panic attack, "I think you're human."

You laugh bitterly, "What I'd give to be a fucking cat."

Yoongi chuckles sadly, his hand moving forward and resting gently on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles.

"Do you want to tell me what happened to trigger this?" Yoongi says after a moment of silence, adjusting the temperature of the shower to warm the two of you up once he notices you shivering.

You wipe a tear and feel your chest loosening just a bit. "I'm upset because I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing and I still feel like it's not enough."

"What do you mean?"

You rest your head against Yoongi's shoulder, feeling his cheek against your temple, "I help people for a living. Yet I still get told I'm not enough. That I'm a monster."

"You know they don't mean that," he says, "deep down, beneath all the mesh of illness that clouds their brain, they know you're just helping them."

His skin feels so smooth against yours. You feel him reach upward and grab the shampoo. He massages it gingerly into your scalp.

"Are you therapizing me right now?" you smile for the first time since you arrived home. Yoongi tilts your head back to rinse it free of shampoo, his chest shaking against your back while he chuckles.

"I don't know, is it working?"

You turn back to him and nod, "You have a way with words, my love."

Yoongi's eyes brighten at the pet name, a small blush resting atop his cheeks.

"If you feel as though you can't handle this job, though," he runs his fingers through your hair as he puts in conditioner, "I support you in any decision you make."

"No, I love it," you begin, your mind a bit clearer now that you seemingly cried out your anguish, "I just don't understand why I'm so sad."

"Do you think it's time to get on an antidepressant?"

Sniffling, you think it over for a moment. You've never thought medication was shameful, but it's scary. You've met people who completely changed after starting an antidepressant and you don't want that. You still want to be yourself, just a little happier. A little less... upset all the time.

Yoongi rinses your conditioner out, "There's nothing wrong with taking an antidepressant."

"I'm scared." you admit.

Yoongi nods, pondering for a moment as though he's trying to find the right words to say. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, "It is scary, I'm not going to lie. But we'll keep trying until we find one that works for you. We might get lucky and find it on the first try, or it may be the fifth, but overall it will help you."

"How do I go about this?"

Yoongi stands up, pulling you with him and turning you to face him, "I'll call my Prescriptionist on Monday. I'll also get you in to see one of my colleagues if you'd like. I want you to know there are options for psychiatrists. Not just your husband."

You feel scared again, because it's starting to feel real. You're actually going to get help. This is going to happen.

"What do you think I have?" you question.

Taking a deep breath, he speaks, "I don't want to diagnose you."

"Don't think of a diagnosis," you encourage, "think of it as a theory."

He looks suspicious, torn between telling you. Yet, you know that he knows what's wrong. "Depression. Like me."

You nod, feeling him turn off the water and wrap a towel around you to start drying you off.

"I think you are the most amazing wife, mother, person that I have ever met in my entire life," Yoongi says as he helps you out of the shower and hands you your underwear, "and I want you to know that I will be here to help you through any issues you may have. When I married you, I promised to be with you through sickness and health. Now is the sickness, and I'll be here. Until the very end."

You smile, your eyes brightening, "What did I do to deserve such an amazing family?"

Yoongi shrugs, "What did I do to deserve you? We must be doing something right."

With a giggle, you lean up and give your husband a deep kiss. He returns it, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. You feel his legs open your thighs as though he can't get close enough to you. Even though you're practically on top of him, he needs more. He always needs more.

Breaking the kiss, you see his swollen lips turn up into a smile, "Let's get some sleep, baby. You deserve it."

~*~*~

You wake at 6 in the morning.

Your head hurts from the crying of last night so you glance to your bedside table. Already, there's a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.

You take the medication gratefully, pulling yourself out of bed and heading straight to your baby's room. When you enter, you see Yoongi laying back on the rocking chair with your son laying on Yoongi's chest.

You lean against the doorway, your two boys sleeping peacefully in front of you. A smile breaks across your face because, who are you kidding? What harm could getting help do?

If there's anything you want to do for your family, it's be the best you can be. If that means getting help, then so be it. Your family is your top priority, and Yoongi slapped you back to reality last night.

As the baby begins to stir, you step forward and take him from your husband's arms. Yoongi wakes the moment he feels his baby's warmth leave him, squinting up at you while you rock your baby gently.

"How are you doing?" he questions, his voice laced with exhaustion that you can't help but feel bad about. You know you partly caused that.

"I'm wonderful, baby." you smile, hearing your son coo gently. You glance down at your baby as Yoongi stands, wrapping his arms around both of you and swaying you both gently.

"I love you both," you whisper, "I promise I'll be okay."

"I know you will be," Yoongi responds, his hand brushing back the hair on your son's head, "not only for us but also for yourself."

You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, pulling away and resting your forehead against his.

"'Till death do us part, my love." you say.

Yoongi smiles, "and when we're old and grey and watching our grandkids play in the yard, I hope you look back at moments like these with fondness."

"I will," you say, the butterflies of Yoongi picturing your future together swarming in your tummy, "I hope you do to."