For @raplinenthusiasts Cr. Jung-koook

for @raplinenthusiasts 🤗 cr. jung-koook

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Can you do a drabble wherein the oc and jk make a bet where they try not to kiss each other!? Just imagine 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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to be loved by you | jjk

⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader

⤑ genre(s)&au(s): sfw nc17+, fluff, romance, established relationship, domestic happiness, slice of life

⤑ word count: 2k+

⤑ warnings: suggestive, making out

⤑ summary: you come across the 'try not to kiss' challenge on tiktok and you want to test your boyfie to see just how much he can resist.

⤑ note1: i love them sghdgfjshgfdh. thank you for this ask! im so thankful i have been able to write this <333 i hope it reaches your expectations my love!

⤑ note2: unedited and not betaed lmao but my beloved love @caelesjjk did read over it, thank you angel — this is for u!

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Early Saturday afternoons. Your favourite time of the week.

The time of week where you can let yourself be free of any commitments, the working week fully behind you. A day made up of zero plans.

Today couldn't be more idilic as the heavens sky opens wide, casting pillowy grey clouds over the city skyline and gentle pitter patters of rain drops against the glazing of your window. It eases your mind, furthering you into your state of bliss.

Your phone rests in your hand as you lazily lounge on the sofa, legs draped over your boyfriends lap as he continue to skim through tiktok, watching funny reddit threads and hairtoks while Jungkook rests his forearms across your legs, console controller in hand as he concentrates on the TV in front of you both, mindlessly walking through the map of the newest game he’s purchased.

He’s a natural beauty. With his hair parted down the middle and yet most of it is swept to the left, covering his eyebrow piercing that glitters when the sun decides to crack through the clouds and through the spaces in the blinds hung on the window. His eyes narrow as he becomes more absorbed into the fantasy world in front of him. A slope to his little button-like nose which ends just above the curve of his cupid's bow — heart shaped and pretty. You watch as your boyfriend’s tongue peeks out absentmindedly every so often, licking at the pretty little silver ring that rests beautifully on his lower lip. And his lips, oh goodness, his lips. Pink. Full. So so pretty.

What’s when the idea hits you.

Retracting your legs from Jungkook’s lap, you remove yourself from the comfort of your sofa and feign fixing something on the coffee beside you. Secretly, you place your phone horizontally down onto its side beside your favourite vase, making sure that the lens of your camera is facing Jungkook for what you’re away to do.

You turn back towards Jungkook and he moves his arms again, expecting you to place yourself back in your previous position sprawled across him but instead you take this opportunity to squirm into his lap, thighs on either side of his tiny waist as you nuzzle yourself into his neck, catching the fabric of his hoodie as you dip down. Inhaling, you catch the scent of jasmine and lily from the washing detergent you both use. You crack a smile as you nuzzle further into the smell, closing your eyes to bask and clawing your nails like a kitten finding comfort in your boyfriend.

Jungkook lets out a low laugh at your new position but entertains it nonetheless, completely oblivious as to what’s to come. He adjusts himself in the centre of the sofa with you still in his lap and resumes his game as he wraps his arm around your body; picking up the controller once more and continuing on with his game.

Five minutes pass and you decide that now is the time. You lift your head out of the crook of Jungkook’s neck and sit straight, now blocking his view of the TV. The buttons on the controller come to a full stop as your eyes follow the silence, watching him press on the pause button before placing the control down next to his knee on the couch.

“What’s gotten into you, darling?” Jungkook softly asks, his hands skimming past your cotton shirt and placing them directly onto your waist. You feel heat follow his touch as his thumbs rub back and forth on your skin. It’s gentle and loving.. just like Jungkook.

“Let’s play a game,” you say, a smile making its way to your face.

Jungkook’s eyes trail down your face and stare as your smile gets wider, a little cheekier too as you fully settle your body in his lap, the cushions of the sofa below your knees makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. Jungkook’s hands find your hair and you let him tangle his fingers through the strands delicately playing with the ends of them before tucking it behind your shoulder, exposing the skin of your neck. “And what game requires you to sit in my lap like this?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

Your own hand is steadily pressed against his abdomen as you begin to trace your right index finger down his toned stomach, the ridges of muscle below tightening under your touch as your mouth waters at the sight.

Moving forward, you tilt your head to the side slowly and gently, watching as Jungkook replicates the movement in the opposite direction. You make sure to tease him a little more as your left hand raises your boyfriends chin to the side briefly, allowing you to press your lips to his neck, peppering open mouthed kisses along his throat and up towards his jaw, before finding a little spot to delicately suck rose petals into his skin.

The grip on your waist kneads at your flesh as the pleasure creates the hair on his arms to stand. You hear a little moan slip past his lips and you know that you have him exactly where you need him to be. Pulling away from his neck, you watch as a little love bite blossoms on his skin and you grin devilishly at your mark. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you entwine your own fingers together behind his neck and lean back towards his lips. Your eyes lock with his own dark irises, your mouth only a hair's breadth away from each other.  “The game where you try and not kiss me.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his own as you sound the words out.

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to grin. It’s known to you just how competitive he can be — but he’s never competed for intimacy with you before.

He straightens his posture below you and pulls you closer to him. His palm reaches for your cheek, palm under your jaw and fingertips resting on your neck, pulling your head towards him, lips in front of lips, you can almost taste the mint on his tongue. His thumb strokes your cheek and your eyes flutter shut at the contact. “But you can’t resist me, darling,” he whispers, voice airy and light, teasing too and you can't help but whimper.

You take a deep breath, willing yourself to snap out of your daydream and look back into his eyes. Your tongue slips past the seam of your lips and you teasingly glide it along your lower lip before pulling the skin in between your teeth, biting down on it.

Jungkook giggles. It’s velvety and comforting. He moves his head an inch closer, your noses now grazing each other as he rubs up and down causing a giggle of your own to fill the space around you both.

At his words, you allow yourself to grind into his lap teasing him and you feel his hand around your waist tighten and watch as his breath stutters on the exhale and you can’t help but feel the rush of pride as you watch him weaken for you.

You don’t feign much better though. A warmth blossoms in your tummy and courses through your veins at your own movement and your automatic response is to kiss his pretty pink pouty lips. But with much vigour, you steer away from your thoughts and continue to stare deeply into his eyes. It’s been what? Three Minutes now? You think.

With a wandering eye, you side eye your phone which is still hidden behind the vase on the side table, smirk and stare back at him. “How’s your game going?” You ask, watching Jungkook’s own eyes flicker down to yours with the movement of your words, the sound light and airy with troubled confidence as you try to keep the proximity between you both exactly where you are.

“It’s…it’s going well. I’ve finally m-made it into the elite ranking,” he stutters his words at the movement of your hips in his lap.

Jungkook’s eyes darken immediately and his pupils blow out as the temptation begins to swallow at him. He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips and your instant reaction is to cradle his cheek in your palm. His head nuzzles into the warmth of your hand and you can’t help but trace your thumb over the wet skin of his lips, back and forth.

“I’m finding it incredibly difficult,” he starts, “having you this close to me, in this position, and not being allowed to kiss you.” His breathing is heavy and his hands are busy running up and down your sides, kneading, pulling, anything.

Your eyes flutter shut at the actions of his hands and your head falls forward, closer towards his awaiting mouth and he thinks he has you as his own lashes kisses the apples of his cheeks in preparation for your kiss. But your free hand juts out at the last minute against his chest to steady yourself.

“You know koo, you could just kiss me,” you whisper, your lips brushing across his own as you talk. “However I am so happy you ranked up,” you purr, rolling your hips harder on top of him, you feel your boyfriend’s movements match yours from below.

Jungkook’s resolve starts to break as his gaze settles on your lips, desiring a kiss that you’re toying from him. His hands slide down your ass and he quicks it a hard squeeze, his forehead now completely against yours. He rubs his own nose against yours once more and a growl deep from his  chest erupts as he maintains the last ounce of resistance in his body.

But Jungkook loves, adores, when you’re needy and whiny for him. It plays into his masculinity that his girl is there begging for him to make her feel good and that is just what you do.

Both of your hands slide to the back of his neck and lace within each other, resting your warm palms at the back of his head. “Koo, please, just kiss m-,” you mewl and pull at the long strands of his hair at the nape of his neck.

The desire that has been palpable between the both of you finally cracks and Jungkook’s lips surge forward and finally collides with your own, cutting off the end of your sentence.

The kiss starts off slow and gentle, pecks upon pecks on your lips but quickly everything devolves from there, moving into something deeper, with more passion, heat, filthy and wet. Jungkook pulls your lower lip into his mouth, nipping hard and exploring your mouth with his tongue as he pushes past your lips and tangles his wet muscle with yours.

It’s dizzying and all consuming as you get so lost in it that you forget that next to you there is a phone recording this for your tiktok account and yet you can’t find it in yourself to care. You press back into it with your eagerness, the warmth that was once in your stomach now a fully blossomed fire as you begin to fight for faux dominance against him, and Jungkook fights back just as much with a smile into the kiss and a rock of his hips pulling a whine out from you.

All too soon, he pulls away from you leaving you both with heaving chests, gasping for air as you both stare at each other's kiss bitten, swollen lips — wanting nothing more than to have him again and again and again. He smirks at you frivolously and his hand comes up to hold your own cheek in his palm.

“Don’t know what you’re smirking for, you just lost,” you grin at him.

Jungkook is quick to pull you back towards him with a laugh. “Worth it,” he mouthes as he kisses you intensely one more time.

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44 & 49 with Jin? Either him or the reader is completely oblivious to the other one being head over heals for them? Maybe? 🙈💜

hi bestie i am so happy you requested jin! i have so many fics lined up to write for him that i haven't gotten to yet and this is the perfect chance to give him some love. here is a little bit of pining and some idiots to lovers for you - i hope you enjoy!

☾ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☾ Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.  

☾ Word Count:  2,333

☾ Genre: Best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Light pining, fear of rejection, reader tries to gaslight Jin for 2 seconds about feelings, they're down bad for one another and are very dumb about it, recreational drinking, some explicit language

☾ Published: September 9, 2022

☾ A/N: This is me virtually kissing @here2bbtstrash for reading everything I write and making sure I don't post things with words that don't make sense and accidentally split heads open in the middle of scenes due to typos

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“That isn’t yours,” Seokjin tuts, grabbing the ciders out of Taehyung’s hands and returning them to the fridge. The younger boy lets out a whine, making grabby hands at the drinks that Seokjin has confiscated. “Nope. Those are not for you.”

“It’s a party!” Taehyung protests loudly over the noise spilling from the living room into the kitchen. You smirk as you finish the last of your cider, tossing it into the rapidly-filling trashcan with a loud clink. “You can’t just reserve drinks! Who are they for?”

“Me,” you answer, crossing the space and opening the fridge. Seokjin leans on the counter next to you, smirking down at you. “Jin’s house rules.”

“His house rules only apply to you and it isn’t fair.”

You close the fridge, new bottle in hand. The glass is cold against your hand as you struggle to twist the top off. You grit your teeth, palm squeezing on the cap as you twist the bottle, but it spins, too much condensation built up to get a good grip.

Seokjin wordlessly grabs the bottle from you. You drop your hands as he pulls his sleeves down over his large hands to protect his skin from the twist-off. He pops the top immediately, a hiss sliding through the gap as he tosses the lid in the trash.

You shoot him a smile, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. Of course he can pop the top easily. Not only is Seokjin much taller than you, but he’s been actively hitting the gym lately. Though it’s hard to tell under the cornflower blue sweater hugging his broad shoulders and his narrow waist, his arms have gained a lot more definition.

Not that you’ve noticed.

As Seokjin’s best friend it’s your job not to notice stuff like that. But maybe you do anyway because it’s difficult to ignore the way his dark eyes crinkle at the edges when he gives you the bottle and you murmur a shy thank you. it’s hard to miss the way his fingers brush against yours, heating you from the inside out.

Chugging a bit of the cool, fruity cider does minimal damage control to cool you off. While you struggle to form a coherent thought, still flustered by the way Seokjin does things for you without asking and the way he smiles at you when you show gratitude, he’s already back to arguing with Taehyung about the special liberties that he gives you in his house.

It means nothing – at least not to Seokjin. You’ve always had special permission like eating food on the couch and being able to control what’s playing on Netflix or interrupting his gaming sessions when most of your friends are strictly prohibited from doing it.

You’ve been Seokjin’s number one friend since middle school, though. That’s bound to come with a few perks, especially at his drinking parties but most importantly, his dinner parties. It comes along with being close friends – you’re only awarded the specialty for being his longest friend.

It’s that simple.

You move to settle somewhere else in the kitchen – it seems to be where your closest friends have settled – but Seokjin grabs you by the waist, reeling you in like the fish you watch him catch every Sunday. He settles you in next to him, arm pressed against yours as he asks Yoongi a question about work.

Warmth blooms in you, spreading like the unfolding petals of a lotus. You know it’s not the drink, though you wish it was. You sip the cider, thankful that he’s not looking at you to see the way you put a tiny bit of space between you. The way that you avert your eyes toward the ceiling as you tip the bottle back.

Seokjin has always been really good at reading you. Yesterday he spoke to you for five minutes on the phone after work and by the time you got to your apartment and shucked your shoes off, there was a knock on the door.

He had ordered your favorite delivery to you without saying anything.

There are countless other moments like that: Seokjin sliding into a place next to you at a bar when someone is talking to you that you’re not comfortable with. Showing up at work happy hours to join you and get to know your coworkers. Reminding you of events for friends and work that you mentioned to him. Stocking your favorite cider in his fridge for a party because he knew you would forget.

You’re grateful for all of the ways he fits into your life. But for all the ease that being his friend brings, you’ve been struggling for years to figure out how to hide the way you feel. Your crush that started as a teen has spiraled into something more. Into something worse.

Because you are undoubtedly in love with him. You have been for a long time. But being his romantic partner has never been your role or even an option for you. So you shove it down like the trash at the bottom of the can Yoongi is stomping his foot into to make more room before changing the liner. You pretend it doesn’t exist like Jimin pretends Jungkook didn’t spill red wine on his white, cashmere sweater.

It's easier that way. It’s safer that way. And you know that when Seokjin leans around you, chest pressed against yours to open the fridge and pluck another beer from the shelf, it’s because he’s comfortable enough with you to invade your space. Knows he has permission to. It’s not to be nearer. Not to get a soft breath of scent that is… undoubtedly Seokjin, a mix of vanilla and something smoky with a touch of the spearmint gum he likes to chew.

You float through the party, enjoying yourself. A few drinks in and you feel warm, not enough to be drunk but the soft mellow before buzzed. You’re curled against the arm of the couch, feet pulled up as you listen to Yoongi tell you about his new project that he’s working on when you feel someone drop themselves next to you.

It’s easy to know it’s Seokjin without looking, so you keep your attention on Yoongi even though you smell the vanilla and spice. Seokjin puts his arm along the back of the couch, close enough that your spine twitches and you sit up a little bit, but far enough that you’re not exactly touching.

To anyone else that doesn’t know you, you wonder if it looks like you’re together. Thighs pressed against his, arm looped lazily in your space, shoulder dipping lightly against yours as he leans his head against the wall, pink-cheeked and smiling at something Taehyung is saying across the coffee table.

Yoongi is talking but you’re hearing nothing he is saying. Your heart is pounding, despite the fact you have been in this position next to Seokjin a hundred times. A thousand. Maybe more. But you smell him a little too strong this time and he’s just a little closer.

Heat creeps from your chest to your throat. Spreads through your face. You can feel how warm you are and before you know what you’re doing, you’re getting up and excusing yourself, thundering up his stairs and letting yourself into his room in search of the balcony.

The smell of Seokjin hits you immediately. His room is dark and warm. Soft grey bed sheets tidied on his bed, a gaming desk shoved in the corner with the mouse glittering a pattern of rainbow LEDs, a door leading to a bathroom where you smell a wax melt burning. But overall it just smells like him – a little musky, a little like vanilla, a pinch of spice.

Autumn air hits you when you step outside. You immediately notice that you left a pair of sandals on the balcony, making you smile.

You lean on the rail, blowing a long breath out. Inhaling a long one in. The metal stings against overly-warm flesh. It chases away the anxiety back to a place deep in the pit of your stomach where you can manage it for the rest of the night.

Another deep breath soothes your senses. You can faintly hear the party from the glowing window beneath the balcony. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head up to the night sky, letting the cool wind kiss your cheeks and the beads of sweat collected on your temples.

When the door behind you slides open, you grip the rail a little tighter, but you don’t open your eyes to turn around. You smell him – feel his shadow as he leans on the rail and yawns. You imagine he stretches like a cat, long-limbed reach toward the sky before rolling his broad shoulders.

You know every movement, every sound, every thought, every breath.

“What’s wrong?” You dread the question when you hear him ask. You hum in response, the sound upturned on the end in a question. “I feel like I’ve been chasing you all night.”

“How so?”

“You skirted around me when you came over today. You were like a polarly charged magnet in the kitchen, shifting the opposite way of me until I made you stand next to me. And I sat down on the couch for a total of five minutes before you made your great escape again.”

“I think you’re imagining things. I just needed some fresh air.”

“Don’t do that.” His serious tone makes you open your eyes in surprise, looking at him. His dark gaze is focused on you. There’s no high-pitched laughter now. No crinkling eyes or hand hovering over his mouth as he giggles. “That isn’t fair to me. I’m not imagining that.”

“You’re right, sorry. I just…” Metal bites into your hands as you clutch the railing and chew on your thoughts a bit more. “Stressed. Feeling a bit off.”

“You’ve been a bit off for a while now. Did I… do something wrong?”

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, it’s like you won’t… you won’t let me close to you anymore.”

You frown. “I didn’t realize I was doing that, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

His dark eyes are searching for something. You squirm under his gaze, worried that he’ll dig out your greatest secret. So you avert your eyes to look at the moon, even as he continues to stare. “Are you – are you pushing me away because you know?”

Your brows pinch. Lips turned down. Glancing from the corner of your eye, you ask “Know what?”

“Like-“ Seokjin sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. Your eyes linger, missing the way he struggles with his words for a moment as you’re distracted by the way the silver moonlight paints his skin. He looks beautiful – he has always been beautiful. “Like do you know how I feel about you? Is that… why you’ve been weird?”

Your world flips upside down. You turn to face Seokjin fully, your heart seizing in your chest as your mind catches up to his words. You’re about to snap at him, about to demand that he take it back because teasing you isn’t okay – but you see his face.

Seokjin stands with his hands loosely at his sides, eyes soft and round. Face open, vulnerable. You stare and stare and stare, your lips parted slightly as you blink and shake your head.

Like do you know how I feel about you?

It could mean a million things.

“What do you mean?”

For a moment, he’s silent as he scrutinizes you. Then, he laughs the sound surprising you. “You really have no idea do you? Holy fuck, Yoongi was right. Everyone sees it but you.”

“I don’t… follow.”

“I am so in love with you it’s stupid.”

Seokjin’s words hang suspended in the air like the stars above your head. Your breath quickens and your mind begins to race in time with your heart, a manic symphony. “You’re what?”

“I thought maybe you knew and you were trying not to hurt my feelings.”

“Jin – I – no I didn’t know, how could I know?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just… obvious. I’ve felt this way for a long time. I’m all yours – I just thought you knew. You don’t have to love me back, I just-“

You don’t remember deciding to kiss him. One moment you’re standing in front of him, breathing in the night air through soft gasps, and the next your fingers are wrapped in the soft cotton of his sweater, pulling him in closer as you stand on the tips of your toes to press your lips into his.

Seokjin’s mouth is warm and petal-soft, a breath of surprise turning into a soft hum. His movements are in rhythm with yours, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing as he pulls you a little closer, opening your mouth a little more with his.

The world spins as he kisses you. He tastes like sweet cider with a hint of his gum, lips soft and slow as he licks into your mouth. Kissing Seokjin is everything you’ve dreamed of and nothing you prepared for, the breath leaving your lungs as you give up air to keep kissing him, to keep pressing into him.

When your lungs are screaming and it feels like your heart might explode from his admission, you pull away slightly, eyes closed, chest heaving. You stay like that, the warmth of Seokjin’s chest against your balled fists and the firmness of his fingers, imprinting on your skin and your memory.

“I… so you feel the same way?” Seokjin asks, a little nervous, voice a little hoarse. “Or was that an apologetic kiss? If so, I’d like to file a list of complaints so you can apologize more.”

Your laugh is reedy and light. “I love you too,” you admitted. “Give me the list of complaints. I’d like to keep apologizing.

[114/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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