This Was So Good For How Short It Is . I Need Part Two . I Need It

😳🥺this was so good for how short it is . I need part two 😶. I need it

tolerate it

pairing: y/n x jeon jungkook

genre: angst, age gap! au, failing marriage! au

warnings: allusions to cheating, not confirmed. failing marriage, age gap (jungkook is in his mid 30's, reader is early 20's)

synopsis: marriage is difficult, and every married couple fights. but jungkook has been late one too many times and broken one too many promises. it has you wondering why you give everything for a man who simply tolerates you.

a/n: of course, inspired by a taylor swift song. this time it's tolerate it, but you can listen to this playlist which includes more songs which helped me write this. thank you!

click here for playlist

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Dinner’s ready. 

The large spread of various side dishes and grilled meat sits on the table, and the smell lingers in the house after hours of you slaving over the stove. You gingerly wipe your hands on the apron adorning your body and settle yourself on one of the large chairs in the living room. 

He should be here any minute now. 

The t.v. plays a rerun of your favorite show, and you get so lost in the episode, you don’t realize half an hour has passed. Frowning, you reach for your phone and pull up the conversation you had with your husband earlier that day. 

Good morning my love, when will you be home tonight?

I have a lot of work. I’m thinking 8:00.

Ok, I’ll make something for you so you can eat as soon as you come home. I’ll be waiting for you, I love you.

Read 11:23 a.m.

The clock reads 8:30 p.m. and dinner’s cold.

You should’ve seen this coming. Trudging into the kitchen, you begin disassembling the dinner you had worked so hard on. Another half hour passes and you have everything packed away, and his lunch ready for the next day which consists of the leftovers from that night. 

You stare into the mirror after the hot shower you force yourself to take, taking in your sunken eyes and hollow cheeks. You find yourself thinking back to these past few months, and how every day felt like a war you had to overcome. The man you fell in love with was fading away into a stranger. You initially took his indiscretions as a sign of the stress of his job manifesting itself, ignoring the warning signs blaring so loudly in your stubborn face.

When Jungkook got down on one knee and proposed to you after only dating for a few months, you felt like life was finally beginning to treat you right. Failed relationships had ruined your perception of love, and how to be loved, but he had broken down your walls and made you feel something again. Initially, the age gap between the two of you served as a hindrance to your growing fondness of him, you had heard stories of younger women getting into relationships with older men, and how so many of them left worse than they came into it. 

You never thought it would be you. 

The jingle of keys brings you back to the present, you quickly shuffle into your shared closet and begin getting dressed into your nightwear, trying your best to not let the stinging in your nose turn into tears. God, you think, even the closet was a semblance of where your love lied. His t-shirts you used to use as your pajamas every night had remained untouched for weeks, the smell of him deterring you from any sleep as you lay alone on the large bed meant for two. 

“Hey.” His tone is soft as he enters the closet, and you quickly turn around. He stands in front of you, hair disheveled, face in a light frown as he reaches to pull you into a hug. 

“Hi.” You whisper back, nuzzling your head further into the older man’s chest. 

He moves to take his shirt off, slowly unbuttoning it with nimble fingers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it on time tonight.”

You feel the stinging in your nose again, but you just turn away and begin placing the shirt he had just taken off on a hanger. “It’s fine.”

He sighs, and the room gets quiet. “Is it?”, he asks. You’re taken aback, pausing your movement to look up at him with furrowed brows and questioning eyes. 

You nod, “Of course it is, I know you’re busy.” You go back to rearranging the strewn about close from that morning. 

Your heart’s beating so fast, yet you try to keep a neutral look on your face. He had never outright confronted everything to you, you had made a habit of going along with whatever mood he had depending on the day, never wanting to bring up his obvious carelessness when it came to the two of you. 

“We should take a break.” 

The room goes quiet again, although this time you can swear you feel the temperature drop, too. You halt your movements, one hand on his dress pants, the other on the hanger. And as the reality of what your husband says sinks into your bones, you start to tremble. 

Slowly, the tears begin forming in your eyes and the tight grasp you had on the items drops. You bring your hand up to your mouth as you turn to face the man you love. He’s looking at you with an indifferent gaze, shoulders back as he takes in your deliberated form. 

Finally, you speak. “What?”

It’s soft, so soft he almost missed it but when he realizes what you say he just sighs. “I want to take a break, y/n. It’s clear we both aren’t happy in this relationship right now.”

You laugh at that, like an actual full belly fall, and any person without an idea of what was going on would’ve thought you were insane. You sure felt like it. You finally look up at him again. 

“You’re telling me,” you pause, scanning his face, “- that I spent two hours cooking for you, cooking your favorite meal, for you to come home and tell me you want to take a break?” 

His shoulders finally drop, taking in your words and letting reality hit him. Yeah, you think, listen to how much of an asshole you are. 

“Actually, you’re right.” You say as you make your way out of the closet. You pull out a large duffel bag stowed away in your bathroom cabinet, throwing it onto the bed and forcing it to open as big as it can. You begin by emptying your bathroom drawers, taking out anything that belonged to you and haphazardly stuffing it into the bag. Jungkook just stares at you. 

“I must have ‘dumb fucking idiot’ written on my forehead, huh?” You grumble as you push past him to begin emptying out your closet drawers next.

“Ignored everybody who told me not to be with you, had fight after fucking fight with my own mother as she warned me about how you would break my heart.” You pause, staring into his eyes as you seethe, “I should’ve fucking listened.” 

The next few minutes consist of slamming drawers and harsh sniffles as you take pauses to wipe both your eyes and nose from how hard you were crying. You couldn’t believe it was ending like this, but you couldn’t stay any longer. After another short while, you throw the bag over your shoulder and begin stalking towards the front door.

Jungkook’s hurried feet scramble to reach you, holding a firm grasp on the door you’re trying so desperately to open. 

“Move.” You say, trying another futile attempt to push past the man’s strong grasp. He shakes his head. 

“No, this is not how I wanted things to go. I said I wanted a break, not a fucking divorce. Not whatever the fuck this is.” He says as he motions to your disheveled form. 

You laugh, again, setting the bag down as you cross your arms. “Yeah? Well you might as well have served me divorce papers and kicked me out with the way you’re been treating me these past few months. I’m so sorry I got the wrong idea.”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms too, and you both glare at each other. 

Sighing, you pick up the bag once again, moving to open the door. “Let me do the both of us a favor, let me leave.” He goes to stop you, but you bring up a finger to tell him to not fucking try it. 

“For months I have sat here like a fucking dumbass playing the stupid housewife. Making you dinner, washing your clothes, packing your lunches. I never wanted this, you knew I never wanted this. I told you my biggest fear was being in a loveless marriage and yet you didn’t care, because day after day I sat there on that fucking couch and waited for my loving husband to show up for once.” 

You look at him, “And you never fucking did.” 

His forlorn expression brings a smile to your face, “You tolerated my love. And while any other man would’ve gotten on their knees and begged for me to stay, you try to justify your selfish actions and tell me you want a break?” 

Finally opening the door, you step outside and turn to look at him one last time. “Where’s the man I married, Jungkook? Because I’m surely not looking at him right now.” 

And with that, you walk away. 

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there will be a part two for this!

This series was so emotional and captivating. I wish I knew more back story on the book and what happens to characters and how the tie into the past. This was so raw and I loved the relationship between junkook and the main character

In the Margins (M)

Chapters

01: Winter (5k words) | read on ao3  02: Spring (6k words) | read on ao3  03: Summer (7k words) | read on ao3 04: Fall (13k words) | read on ao3  Total Word Count: 41k words

Summary

You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Genres: Writer AU / Writer!Yoongi / Editor!You / Editor!Reader / New Relationship / Fluff / Smut / Angst / Humor / Songfic (takes inspiration from Dear My Friend by Agust D)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader

Content Warnings: E2F2L, slooooooooooow burn, soft smut / hard smut (but not til last chapter), references to hard drug use and death, consummate professional Namjoon, clumsy Namjoon, so just Namjoon, essentially Pied Piper Jungkook, LITERARY YOONGI, BRATTY YOONGI (@sugabratt), DISGUSTED YOONGI, if you don’t want to fall deeper in love with Yoongi, don’t read this.

Influences: You’ve Got Mail, High Fidelity, @gukslut​’s Cream and Sugar, The Bell Jar, Gilmore Girls, Alex & Emma, DayofKaryn’s tweet about Yoongi’s flirting, Paris When it Sizzles, The Way We Were, Cold War, Runaway Bride,  @agata’s post about bts as folklore songs

In the Margins | Playlist

😶😶😶I-…….this was so cute 🥺 I love how soft this was

WHISPER|| K.S

warnings/tags: college boyfriend!Seungmin, fem!reader, sub!reader, VERY softdom!Seungmin, oral (f reciving), fingering, prasing, a lot of sweet flirting lol, penetration, orgasam (both), mentions of love (ik ew), protected seggs, metions of other members,

authors note: this is the cutest thing that I've ever written, so I really wanted to try lol. Therefore this is pretty long ( a little over 3.6k). However I'm proud of it, so yeah!

THANK SO MUCH TO MY FRIEND FOR HELPING ME BRAINSTORM THIS PLOT!!!

this is pure fiction

The music series, I chose songs and assign them to each member. I write each work according to the vibe of said song. Each work will have smut, whether it is soft, hard, or a mixture of the two. You don’t need to listen to the song to enjoy it, the song would finish before you’re done reading but listening to the song in general is recommended, because why not? To learn more click <here>.

description: Seungmin has his own special love language, and he thinks you'll really like it.

Part of the music series <masterlist>

Seungmin huffed in frustration as he caught himself smiling like an idiot, again. He tuned out the monotone voice of the English professor, just so he could focus on looking at you; his favorite hobby.

You couldn't help but to let out a light chuckle before turning back around, focusing on the professor's heavily lazy voice, making sure to take notes to give your shy boyfriend extra help later. But your mind wandered, was he wearing that sweater today? The one you bought for him, telling him he looked unreal in it. Is that the one he wore? It didn't hurt to check. You glanced over your shoulder, straining your eyes only to be met with his soft ones again. His gentle smile made your heart race, but you were done for when you saw that black and brown wool sweater; sitting on his shoulders and complimenting his glowy skin as he flashed his braces at you.

You couldn't help but to let out a light chuckle before turning back around, focusing on the professor's heavily lazy voice, making sure to take notes to give your shy boyfriend extra help later. But your mind wandered, was he wearing that sweater today? The one you bought for him, telling him he looked unreal in it. Is that the one he wore? It didn't hurt to check. You glanced over your shoulder, straining your eyes only to be met with his soft ones again. His gentle smile made your heart race, but you were done for when you saw that black and brown wool sweater; sitting on his shoulders and complimenting his glowy skin as he flashed his braces at you.

You smiled back timidly before turning back around. It was stupid really, seeing how into Seungmin you were. It's not like he wouldn't be able to tell. You often gave him compliments, telling him how smart he was, how lucky you felt to him in your life. It wasn't a secret that you were big on words of affirmation, but Seungmin... not so much. He was more of a quality time kinda guy. Always asking if you were free, coming to your apartment or your study sessions at the library. But he wouldn't ever bother you, he'd sit there, doing his own work, or playing on his phone. It was your favorite when he brung his guitar from his music class. He'd never say no when you asked him play you a tune. That's how he showed you meant the world to him. But still, it never got through to you, how much you meant to him. After all, you were big on words.

"Alright, class done, dismissed, whatever." Your professor didn't even bother wiping the board before he left. Students soon found their friends, packing up together, making plans. You packed extra slowly, waiting for what happened after this class every time you had it. "You free later?" You smiled as you finally put away your laptop before turning around. Your heart melted as you looked into his eyes that held a plethora of emotions you couldn't decipher. "I'm always free for you Seungmin." You grinned and put your bag over your shoulder as the boy blushed, letting out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Movie night?" Your lips curved up at his suggestion, smiling as his ears turned red. Rolling his eyes, Seungmin let out a sigh. "I'll see you later, y/n." You watched as walked down the steps and out the door of the lecture hall, leaving you alone to think if you were too much for him to handle, too expressive of your emotions, but how else would you tell him you loved him without him having a cough fit? You haven't told him those 3 words yet, you wanted to. You fought the urge to tell him when you two studied, when you two hung out with friends, every time you saw him. You didn't want to scare your boyfriend, force him into saying it back. So you settled for the sweetest of words, hoping he'd understand without hearing it so bluntly.

Your phone buzzed as you walked to your next class. You answered with a polite smile, "Hey Changbin, what's up?" You frowned as your heard rustling and shouts over the phone. "Hello?" you asked hesitantly, only to hold the phone away from your ear as Changbin screamed you name. "Are you guys okay?" you chuckled. "I just wanted to say... you and Seungmin have the place for yourself's." You widened your eyes at his words, but before you could ask for further explanation the line went dead.

Your last class was spent in thought, what was Changbin implying? Well, you knew what he was implying, but every time you tried to accept it your face started to heat up. Seungmin wouldn't want to do that with you yet, right? You didn't know what he was thinking half the time, but you were positive he wasn't thinking of that. The professor dismissed the class and you soon got a text from Seungmin, telling you he'd meet you outside.

"Hey." You said nicely, giving him a kiss on the cheek before getting his car. "So what movie do you wanna watch?" He asked. You pondered, letting out a playful "Hm?". After a few more seconds you said what you were thinking ever since he asked the question. "Anything you pick will be okay with me." He bit his lip in response, holding in a shy grin, but you grew worried at the lack of response. "Sorry." You let out, your boyfriend was confused at the sudden outburst, ready to ask "for what" until you interrupted. "How about avatar? The one with the blue people!" You chipped. He nodded, giving a soft "Okay" as he pulled into the driveway.

You watched from the dinning table as Seungmin moved around the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and throwing out the bag of chips you two finished throughout the movie. Thoughts were swarming your mind, eventually you gave up keeping them there. Your eyes followed his movements as he smiled and plopped down on the couch next to you. "Am I too much?" Seungmin was taken back by the question, immediately letting out a surprised no and asking why you felt the need to ask.  "I feel like I come on too strong. I just... I like you a lot and..." He watched in worry as you cut yourself short, having an inner conflict as you stared down to your fiddling fingers. You sighed in defeat, it was now or never. "Seungmin, I love you. Okay? It's alright if you don't love m-" "Who said I didn't love you, y/n?" You grew silent. Looking up to be met with his eyes as he stared deeply into yours, watching as you processed his words; you felt uncertain. "Don't say you do if you're no-" You were cut off once again as his lips pressed themselves flush to yours.

Any breaths you were hoping to make were on hold as Seungmin had your mouth preoccupied. Kissing you with passion you've never felt from him. You couldn't even form thoughts as his hands found their way to your cheeks, pressing you impossibly closer to himself. Your chest heaved as he slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes to offer a reassuring smile. "You don't get to tell me how I feel," you stayed silent, not finding the right words to even respond. "I'm gonna show you how I feel, hopefully you'll get it that way. Is that okay with you?" His thumb rubbed over your cheek as he asked you quietly. You nodded, curious of how he'd express himself to you in a way you'd understand.

He glided his hands from your cheeks to your neck, you watched him as he watched his hands. Moving as delicate as he could, not wanting to make any mistakes, not wanting you to second guess his feelings again. You shivered as he leaned in once more, pressing his lips softly to the skin on your jaw. His lips followed right after his hands until he finally reached your shoulder. You gasped as he softly bit, a breath escaped your lips as he started to suck at your skin, leaving the softest marks as his lips traveled back up to your neck.

You were speechless, not ever being touched by him like this before, not being touched with such softness ever. "Go to my room, I'll be there in a second. Okay?" You nodded, closing your eyes as he placed a peck to your forehead. You steadily got up from the couch and tried not to embarrass yourself as you walked to his room. You stood in silence, staring at his perfectly made bed; coming to terms with what was probably going to happen.

"You okay?" You turned around to be met with Seungmin smiling at you softly. You hummed an "mhm", your face heating up as he chuckled. "Why are you just standing there?" he asked. You plop down on his bed in response, trying not to show your nervousness as he locked the door behind him.

"I'm sorry I made you think that I'm not in love with you." Despite how shy his words make you feel, you shook your head at his apology; not wanting to speak as he sat down next to you. "I'm not good with words, you know that." He grabbed your hands, "Of course, I know that." You smiled. "But you also know that I'm much better at actions." Your breath hitched, hiccuping as you spoke back in understanding, "Yeah.. I know that."

Seungmin's hand placed itself on your lower back, without breaking his gaze, he lifted your shirt slightly. "Is this o-" "Seungmin just take it off please." He grinned in amusement, taking off your top slowly. Peering at how your breasts sat comfortably in your white bra, dragging his hand up your arm and cupping the back of your neck. You felt immense pressure under his gaze, his eyes locked on yours, not faltering as you dryly gulped. You felt as if you could really see him, his eyes finally holding emotions you might actually be able to grasp. "S-Seung- '' your talking ceased as he shook his head in dissatisfaction, a playful smile painted on his face. "You don't have to speak this time, I got you."

With a fluttering heart, he kissed you once more. But this time deeper, more passionate than sweet. You sighed into him, letting his hands feel over your chest and torso. One hand buried into your hair, holding the back of your head, and pulling you closer as the other held your naked back for stability. The hand on your back glided up to the hooks of your bra, unbuckling with no warning. You gasped away from his lips, "Sorry," he muttered, trying to clip it together again but you stopped him with a soft grin, moving away from his body to let it fall. "No no it's okay, just surprised me is all."

He tried not to stare, he really did; it made you chuckle. "Here," you grabbed his shaky hands, "touch me." You didn't force him, you just hovered his hands over your mounds. For the first time tonight he broke eye contact, just to see if he was handling you correctly. He clutched the flesh, not squeezing, just holding. "P-play with them." you whimpered. He parted his lips at your command, not sure about what you meant, so he did what he assumed you meant.

"O-oh min-" You gasped as he attached his lips to your left bud, letting you gently fall back onto his bed as he climbed on top of you. His warm tongue swirling around, sucking where he saw fit. Seungmin listens to your whimpers, fascinated with the sounds you were capable of making. "I didn't know you'd be so sensitive here." He says, looking up while pinching your fully hardened nipples. "Is the other one like this too?" You didn't answer, the sensation of him pinching and flicking was too much. You let out a shallow whine as he resumed his assault on the other bud. He was so gentle, and for some reason that made you feel everything at once. Your nerves were heightened, due to the satisfying feeling of him being this close to you. As you unknowingly bucked your hips, but Seungmin did plan trying to stop you, only smiling as your tiny noises made their way to his ears. Finding your reactions to such mediocre sensations, adorable.

"O-off, please." You begged, gesturing to your sweats as your legs suddenly felt too hot. He nodded, "You know what, I don't think I'm doing this right." You let out a breathy "Huh?" as he undid the strings of your sweats, making the move to kiss your smooth thighs as he pulled the thick cloth down your legs. "Am I moving too slow for you, baby?" You grew flustered at the unfamiliar pet name. "B-baby?" You whispered. He stifled a laugh, only showing you his grin as he parted your legs open; kissing the inside of your thighs. "Can you answer my question please?" You tried, but his delicate kisses got closer and closer to your clothed core. "Y-you're doing amazing." He planted a kiss to the covered bud as a thank you. You licked your lips at the teasing action, watching as he looked up at you; hints of mischief laced in his gaze. "Thank you." He grinned, laying a kiss right next to the seam closest to your core. "Just relax for me." His hands soothed the skin on your outer thighs as he laid them on his shoulders, pulling your underwear to the side.

His lips parted at the sight of your glistening heat, cursing under his breath as you dripped to his sheets. "What's got you this wet?'' The rhetorical question has you whining with embarrassment. He laughs softly, his breath hitting your flesh as you timidly squirm at the feeling. "Okay Okay, shhh." He hushed you sweetly as he planted kisses to the inner lips, pressing a chase peck to your clit as, chuckling as you became a little agitated.

"Stop teas-" Your head hits his pillow as he laps up your arousal. "So good." He murmured. Gasps of pleasure were sent out into the air as his tongue reached every part of you he could. Your hands blindly scrambled for something to hold, Seungmin looked up, smiling against your most sensitive area before grabbing your hands and placing them in his hair, only continuing when you got what you needed.

As he sucked and licked your clit, one finger played at your sopping entrance, the lewd sounds amplified as he slowly inserted. All of the sudden you weren't a words person anymore, letting out gasps and shallow whines as you grinned against his tongue, gently tugging at his hair as devoured you. "C-cumming... I'm... keep going" You managed to let out. He curled that one finger, taking his tongue away and replacing it with this skilled thumb. He watched as your back arched, kissing the skin of your pelvis as your body shuddered in his hold.

He eased you though your orgsam, rubbing your clit slowly as he slid his now slicked finger out of your heat, admiring how your walls tried to suck him back in. He hummed lowly, acting your attention as you opened your eyes, lips parting as he tasted your juices off his appendage. You never thought you'd get to see him like this, making you beg for him to be close to you in any way possible. "Are you done for the night?"  You shook your head in protest, "Get naked Seungmin." He laughed at your bluntness, pulling out a condom from his back pocket before unbuckling his pants.

Any remaining thoughts left your mind as you got the sight of his hands; Moving at just the right pace in order to talk off his pants. His views bulking though his silky skin made your mind wonder. After he was done taking off his top, your motor skills had a mind of their own. "Y/n?" he asked curiously as you took one of his hands, holding it up to your lips. His breath hitched as you stuck two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking as you stared deeply into his glossy eyes. Seungmin understood he's got you to a state of mind he's never thought you had, what else did you have in you to make his member leak into his boxers like this? He watched you suck on his fingers with a foggy mind, his dick twitching in his underwear as he imagined what your tongue would feel like around his length.

You released his fingers with a pop, giggling at his dazed out face. He grunted, watching as you placed his hand to your cheek, kissing his palm out of admiration. "Pretty." He trails his hand away from your cheek, placing his palm flat on your belly and grabbing the condom, sliding himself out his boxers, he's eyes never leaving yours. "Are you ready?" You nodded, your gaze fixed on his member, jumping as his hand made contact with the sensitive tip, gliding the latex on easily with the help of his arousal.

"Come here." You say softly, pulling him down by the shoulder to meet your lips for another deep kiss. You whimper, feeling his dick slide through your slicked folds before lining up with your entrance. It's the euphoric feeling, the amazing mind numbing pain of being stretched that makes your eyes roll back as you let out a gasp. "Shhh, I'm right here." He kissed your forehead, your tightly shut eyelids, the tip of your nose, all the way down to your flushed lips, attempting to soothe you in any way possible. Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze never leaving his as he slid in further. Your walls stretched around him until the final inch. At no time did Seungmin's eyes falter from looking into you, catching every emotion you shared with him non-verbally as he gave you time to adjust.

"You're eyes are so pretty." He says bluntly, smiling as you softly hit his chest, not expecting the sudden compliment. He keeps his small grin on his face as he looks down, lifting one of your legs and resting it on his waist. Whimpers fill the room as he begins with a long steady thrust, pushing into you with no rush so you'll feel all of him. He picks up his pace soon after a couple of test thrusts. Your breathing gets labored as he whispers softly into your ear, "So warm. you feel so good." His name falls from your mouth like a soft steady chant as he finds a deeper angle to make you feel the best you ever did. "S-Seung... oh my god." Your mouth falls open as he hits your most sensitive spots perfectly. "Mm, right there?" You frantically nod, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, trying to bring him impossibly closer.

"Fuck," He grunts quietly. Your walls tighten around him as the pleasure overtakes every nerve in your body. Seungmin pulls away from your neck, watching your low glossy eyes and partially parted mouth as whispered profanities and erotic sounds move passed your lips; his name falling in the mix every once in a while. He smiles tiredly, loving the feeling of making you feel this good, his member twitching inside your velvety walls every time he hears his name. "You look so beautiful like this." A low sob-like sound emits from your throat at the praise, biting the skin on his shoulder to stop yourself from getting too carried away.

"I know baby, you're doing so good." He tried not to get too lost either, anchoring himself for the sake of showing you how much you mean to him. But he moans as you tighten particularly around him, groaning as your moans get louder. He can't help but to lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, briefly telling you to lock your legs around him, you do. Your loud moans turn into gasps as he speeds up, hitting that spongy spot inside you every time. "Fuck you're so good." You spoke, it seems as if he liked the praise as well. "You're fucking me so well." you whispered into his ear, "So big, fills me up s-so well." He whimpered, not expecting such filthy words to escape your lips. "Jesus Y/n." he groans, placing his head into the crook of your neck.

"Cu-um? Pl-lease..." He wasn't sure why you were asking, but what's the fun in saying yes? Even if he was torturing himself in the process. "Hold it for a little while longer baby." That pet name made it even harder for you. "I- I can't, I can't please." You begged, over and over, feeling his dick jump inside of your walls as you clenched around him. "Okay okay, cum baby." And you did, your legs shaking and you tightened even more around him. Seungmin bit down on your shoulder, trying to quiet himself from being too loud. He moaned the loudest he ever did against your skin, panting as his thrusts got sloppy. He spilled into the condom as you ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him though his climax. "I love you Y/n." He panted, looking at you deeply. You grinned, "I love you too."

The room was quiet as you two were tangled together under the sheets, listening to the rhythm of each other's breaths as his thumb caresses your cheek. "Did that get the point across?" He asked playfully. You giggled, "Mmm, you may have to show me again for it to really sink in."

This was so adorable 🥰 it’s 5 in the morning and this made me so happy I was having such a shot day and this fic made me want to squeal while kicking my feet ❤️❤️

this is my part of the rockin’ around the christmas tropes collab with @yeojaa, @underthejoon @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna, @untaemedqueen, @xjoonchildx ✨ MERRY (early) CHRISTMAS Y’ALL

summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.

pairing: yoongi x barista f!reader / word count: 14.8k / genre: coffeeshop!au, fluff, dash of smut (NSFW)

warnings: slow burn, terrible drink concoctions, pining, miscommunication (kind of/reader comes to incorrect conclusions based on literally nothing), the tiniest bit of swearing, heated makeouts, oral (m receiving), I think that’s it

a/n: I have a lot of people to thank: thank you to my loveliest most beautiful wife @yeojaa for the beautiful banner 🥺💖 thank you to @morndas for helping me name this fic and suggesting some of the awful weekly specials featured within 🥰 thank you to @yeoldontknow for letting me have multiple meltdowns at her and for letting me pick her brain about working in the music industry, and for helping me with plot points I wasn’t sure about!! 💕

also thank you to @hobi-gif for helping me brainstorm the original fic idea with her; she hasn’t beta’ed this fic because I am TERRIBLE and literally finished this like an hour before posting. that’s on me and not her. I am a shambles without her indomitable proof reading skills; any mistakes are down to me, and I apologise for that. I’ve only read this through like once, sorry in advance, I’m literally formatting this while I should be getting ready for work

Being a barista isn’t all bad.

Like, okay, you’re on your feet for hours at a time, the pay isn’t exactly the highest in the world, and coffee beans have a tendency to end up in the weirdest places (how did you get the light roast in your bra?)—but it’s not entirely terrible.

Here’s a (totally not comprehensive) list of good things about working at the Paradise coffee shop:

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So to start this off I’d like to note it is currently 3:53 in the morning and I have to be at work at 6 : D

But I just finish binge reading this whole thing in one night. And guuurrlllll let me tell you. I hate how much I loved this. I mean it’s crazy. I kept looking at the clock like: “okay one more then we going to bed” and THEN THE CHAPTER SUCKED ME IN AGAIN. i mean the characters are so annoyingly human in the just worst and best ways. then the fluff parts OMG the smut parts everything delicious scrumptious loved it. Sora 😒 I’ve never hated a name more for some reason. Kookie🥺😡 bro you’re cute but like why are you so bumb Nabi 🥹🥹🥹😭😭omg I wanna baby now please oc 🤨🥺😍😏😒I got a lot to say to much actually. Like idk WHY ARE YOU WITH JIMIN you upset he was messin with other girls but you gonna solve that by being with someone else????!fbuddies or not. CRAZZZY but I felt bad when she found out why kookie was ignoring her. But old gurl do be jumping to conclusions a lot. Idk idk I loved it tho like all those things about her even tho I was like “girl please you’re being dumb” I liked her like that because it was so real like I feel like despite what people wanna claim what they’d do in these situations I feel like her reactions is the most realistic. People are insecure and needy and are cowards it’s apart of human nature. Loving is messy , scary and isn’t easy. It’s those moments though like when they were sitting one the couch all cuddled up the day after her birthday those moments of just pure comfort that make it all worth it. I think that is why I like this fic so much it was funny sad and annoying all in one go it was so well written I loved the flashbacks and how the story slowly unravels in such a nice way. I was alittle sad to see it has yet to be finished but with all artistic things (trust me ik im a painter and I’m going to college for it) ik will take time so I will wait 😭😭I can not wait to see how this ends (no pressure author take your time also if you can add my to the tag list if you have one🥹) 10/10 +1 ✨

long way home masterlist | jjk

pairing: dilf!jk x best friend!reader

genre: single dad jk, friends to lovers, !angst!

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

part 01: cockblock

the one where you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.

part 02: promises

the one where jungkook breaks his promise for the first time.

part 03: drunken confessions

the one where you had a little too much to drink and, oops, your lips are pressed against someone else's.

part 04: oh, you mean the babysitter?

the one where jungkook fucks up.

part 05: girlfriends and boyfriends flashback_01_

the one where you think calling jungkook will make you stop missing him but it actually worsens the ache in your heart.

part 06: apologies and excuses

the one where jungkook tries to apologise for his behaviour.

part 07: first time

the one where jungkook has to deal with your rejection for the first time.

part 08: the night i lost hope flashback_02_

the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

part 09: birthday surprise(s)

the one where jungkook wants to surprise you on your birthday but then he gets surprised with a half naked jimin in your apartment.

part 10: best friends

the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

part 11: needing him flashback_03_

the one where you're absolutely broken and there's only jungkook you need.

part 12: weird behaviour

the one where jungkook is acting weird but you can't tell why.

part 13: little bear

the one where you miss nabi.

part 14: needing her flashback_04_

the one where jungkook is absolutely helpless and there's only you he needs.

part 15: concerned granny

the one where even the grannies in the coffee shop start missing jungkook.

part 16: unwanted guests

the one where jungkook proves to you that he's always there for you when you need him.

part 17: betrayal

the one where you're not enough for jungkook.

part 18: stolen kisses flashback_05_

the one where your foolish heart thinks it'd be a fun idea to kiss jungkook at a party.

part 19: double chocolate cookies

the one where traditions are broken.

part 20: pillowtalk

the one where you realise that talking to jimin helps you to mend the broken pieces of your heart.

part 21: new beginnings flashback_06_

the one where jungkook gives up.

part 22: oopsies & ouchies

the one where jungkook can't control his jealousy.

part 23: three words

the one where jungkook explains himself.

part 24: star-crossed

the one where jungkook regrets everything.

part 25:

part 26:

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drabbles:

• baby

jungkook calling you "baby" for the first time.

• mummy milkers

you taking care of nabi.

• can u give me a hickey?

you asking jungkook for a hickey.

↬ your mum's reaction to the hickey

• fake mama

jungkook pretending you're nabi's mum in front of a stranger.

• first meeting

jungkook meeting nabi for the first time.

• why are ur cheeks so red?

you making jungkook flustered.

• jk's spa salon's special treatment

jungkook helping you to relax.

• can i cuddle u?

your first sleepover at jungkook's place.

• tummy hurt

jungkook comforting you during your period.

• he's never made a woman not cum

you telling jungkook how men fail to please you in bed.

• jelly jk

jungkook stumbling upon you and taehyung making out on your bed.

• wet dream (m)

jungkook having a wet dream about you.

I love how I can 1000% see this man acting like this in real life

can i request something about getting into an argument with bf jungkook ?

Sorry for the wait, love! I couldn’t decide how I wanted to approach this (silly vs serious, etc.) so now I’m just winging it! I hope this is okay??

cw: alcohol mention, couple fighting, repeated use of the word “fuck” and its derivatives, angst w/ fluffy ending.

also- I have no idea what the word count is but it feels excessive for a drabble?? lol sorry 🫠

You weren’t quick to anger. Truly, you weren’t. In fact, you were patient and forgiving - to a fault. When something didn’t go your way, or when someone said something upsetting, you took a deep breath and let it go. You didn’t hold grudges; didn’t dwell. You didn’t keep score. But this one stuck in your teeth, and it hurt.

He knew how important this was to you. He knew exactly how many times before you’d played it cool, let the disappointment go rather than let it fester. You constantly excused him for how busy he was, and you understood that there were just some things he couldn’t show up for. You didn’t hold it over his head that he couldn’t be as present as either of you wanted him to be.

So, when he cleared his schedule and promised you he’d be at your firm’s happy hour - joining you in celebrating your promotion - you were elated. Your associates could finally meet the man you’d been prattling on about for two years. They’d see the real-life version of the person in all your framed photos. And he’d get to know all the people you had to spend most of your waking hours with. But they didn’t; he didn’t.

Seething in your seat, you ruminated on the fact that this was his idea in the first place. He drove you to your office that morning. He wanted you to let loose after hours, and when the night was over, he wanted drive your tipsy ass home. But now, your tipsy ass was crying on a city bus because he couldn’t be bothered to keep his promise.

Your bitterness swept you up like a wave and carried you - from the bus stop, across two blocks, to your apartment - even after the heel of your left pump snapped on a particularly cracked patch of sidewalk. When you hobbled over the threshold into your foyer, it was bone-deep anger that kept you from bursting into tears; and too-high adrenaline that carried you on aching feet.

You tore up the hallway and hung a right into your bedroom. There, sleeping sideways on the bed with his trouser-clad legs dangling off the edge, was Jungkook. His tie - untied, more accurately - looped around his neck, underneath the chin nestled into his shoulder. He’d gotten ready and then - somehow - he never made it out the door.

For reasons you couldn’t articulate, this fact made it all worse. So close.

“Are you kidding?” You snapped, scaring him awake. His bleary eyes tried to focus on you, but you were bent in half, hopping on one foot as you tried to undo the ankle strap of your busted shoe.

His horrified eyes dropped from your mascara-stained face to that of his watch. Immediately, he muttered, “Fuck. Shit! Baby, I’m so s-“

Having successfully released your ankle from the death trap it was held hostage by, you whipped your heel against the ground. You stood on one stocking-covered foot to address the other pump. You cut him off - mid-sentence, at the knees.

“No, I am not your baby tonight. I am the girl who just made partner - who got stood up in front of the people who made her partner - who then had to wobble home alone!”

He was shocked by your tone, and frankly, so were you. He’d never seen you angry because you didn’t get angry. The two of you had never fought before, either. Trivial arguments, sure - but nothing a calm conversation couldn’t fix. Nothing like this.

He raised his hands, silently begging you not to shoot, “I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry, okay? I am. I fucked up - and I know I fucked up - but I was up all night working so I could take the night off. I guess I was more tired than -“

“Then go back to sleep, Jungkook,” the look in your eyes was nuclear but your voice was eerily soft. You could’ve leveled Gyeonggi in its entirety when you tacked on, “On the couch.”

Without another word, he shot to his feet. Lips pursed and eyes wild, he stalked off out of the bedroom. You shucked off your blazer and threw yourself onto the bed - mattress still warm from the weight of his body. Face first in a pillow, your eyes screwed shut. You swallowed the frustrated scream you wanted so badly to let loose.

After several moments of tense silence, there was an elongated, muffled scraping sound, and then a tremendous clatter in the doorway. Your head snapped to determine the source of the noise.

With gritted teeth, there was Jungkook - pushing the chaise from your living room into your bedroom as if it weighed nothing at all. And he didn’t stop pushing until that stupid little sofa was crammed up against his side of the bed.

That bastard.

If you weren’t so mad at him, you might’ve conceded that this was impressive. Typical. Lovely, even - how insistent he was on sleeping next to you that he found a loophole in the most Jungkook way imaginable.

Ignoring your shocked expression, he slumped down onto the cushions, onto his back, and knotted his arms over his chest. Simultaneously, you rolled over; unintentionally mirroring his posture. Both glowering up at the ceiling, jaws clenched.

He sounded so angry when he said it, you almost missed what he said.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.”

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye to find him doing the same. Expressions still set in stone, body language communicating one word - impasse. You said nothing; you didn’t know where to start.

“You deserve to be celebrated, and you sure as fuck don’t deserve any of what you got instead.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“And I swear to god, I will spend the rest of my life showing up for you.”

You swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than the end of this ugly evening. Weapons down, white flags up. His face softened when yours did.

“Baby,” you started slowly, watching a spark of hope ignite in the dark of his eyes.

Just as cautiously, he replied, “Yes?”

“Put the couch back,” you sniffed. After a pregnant pause, you finally finished, “And then come to bed.”