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This is so fucking cute and poignant - I can really feel the mixed emotions cursing through him. All the fear and hope and boundless love <3 You have such a way with words I forget all mine!
Oh oh OH! Dilf jk you know I’m gonna go sweet fluff all the way 🥺 what about anything newborn baby jungwoo (like,,, either nEW new baby or just him smiling/cooing really cutesy) and his parents? You’re going to do wonderfully at your talk!!
Anonymous said:
Dilf jk meeting jungwoo for the first time!
ahhhh okay this is angstier than i anticipated but hopefully you both still like it!! it’s just...how it would play out according to the timeline i have for the fic 😅 thank you so much for the requests!! 🥰
pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 1.2k genre. angst and fluff warnings. mention of childbirth, oc has some rage directed towards jk’s genitals, kissing, it’s a little angsty n extra™, but i think that’s it? notes. featuring the too close couple. beta read by the sweet and wonderful vi @coepiteamare but mistakes are my own because i messed with this after she read and fixed it,, and now it’s questionable. but i hope it’s still ok and cute and enjoyable! tags. @augustbutwinter i am so sorry that you will be notified every time i post some clown-work on this site, but you asked for it 😅 thank you for being the lone brave soul 😂❤️
It’s the second time Jungkook is holding his son, but the feeling is just as foreign as it was an hour ago.
He would have expected the moment to be a lot more frantic—considering the bustle of nurses that had been filing in and out of the room for the past couple hours, paired with your very vocal assertions that you were never going to have sex with him again (and lot of other colorful language).
But those last few minutes unfolded within a blink of an eye. One second you were cutting off blood flow to his fingers, and the next, Dr. Choi was handing you a tiny, loosely-wrapped bundle.
And suddenly, the room was still.
Still, except for that muffled cry—tender and delicate, music to Jungkook’s ears—and soft sobs coming from you as you cradled your son.
His son.
Yours and his.
For a split second, one forever seared into his memory, he could see in something beyond technicolor, beyond all the bounds of what his five senses could afford him. Beyond the little tuft of black hair in front of him, beyond the impossibly small feet that were resting atop your arm.
Was it possible, to see the red string of fate tautening between your pinky and his? To see a new thread being strung between his heart and his son’s, promising a lifetime of unconditional, selfless love?
After that, all he can recall is kissing you, in such a haze that your lips felt celestial against his—soft and tenuous, unhooking the last tether that had grounded his two feet to the floor. His son was in his arms for just a few moments, before a nurse with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile whisked him away for his first bath.
Jungkook kissed you again, told you he loved you a couple dozen times, before darting after the nurse as his instincts told him to.
It was a blur from that moment onward.
But now, much to his relief, you’ve gotten a couple of hours of sleep in, that nightmare of a first feed is over, and it’s just you and him in the room.
You, him, and Jungwoo.
He’s a calm baby, the nurses told Jungkook. Calm but energetic—curious, with big round eyes that roam the room, though he can’t yet focus them.
“He won’t break if you move him,” you whisper, resting your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.
There isn’t much extra space on the hospital bed, but with you snuggled up right at his side, it’s easy to make do. In any case, the brown eyes staring up at the two of you have your minds occupied.
“I, uh—it’s fine like this.”
It’s a pathetically unconvincing fib, and the way you smile into skin tells him you’re well aware of how ridiculously uncomfortable he is.
Jungkook’s muscles instinctively tense when you reach into his lap, gently adjusting Jungwoo where he’s snuggled between blankets. (As of nine months ago, that’s Jungkook’s instinctive response to everything—panic and worry.)
You reach to lift the infant up with a delicate grasp, readjusting his small body in Jungkook’s cradling arms only slightly. But Jungkook feels the difference immediately—the strain on his forearm is instantly alleviated, his gentle embrace more secure than it was before.
“Is that better?”
Jungkook nods, giving you a small smile of gratitude. “How are you already so good at this?”
Giggling softly, you nuzzle up against Jungkook’s neck, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Well, I pushed him out from between my legs,” you point out, and though your voice is fatigued, there’s still a lighthearted lilt to it. “Everything else seems easy by comparison.”
Jungkook leans into your touch automatically, resting his cheek against your head. “You were amazing, by the way.”
You scoff. “I was cursing the entire time. I’m pretty sure I graphically described mutilating your balls at one point.”
Jungkook snorts at the memory. “I know you love my balls. I’m not too worried.”
He turns to press a light kiss to your hair, unbothered by the distinctly clinical smell that wafts from it. Without an ounce of dishonesty in his heart, “You were perfect,” he breathes softly. “You are perfect.”
You meet his gaze with a tender smile, revealing fatigued crinkles beneath your eyes (and Jungkook is certain you’ve never looked prettier). Your foreheads meet with habitual ease, noses brushing just slightly, delicately, but that’s enough to bridge the distance between the two of you.
Silence communicates everything that needs to be said—apologies accepted wordlessly, forgiveness exchanged with a lingering touch.
Once the moment ebbs away, leaving those past wounds sewn up, “After all, you made him,” Jungkook adds with a tilt of his head, the words accompanied by a soft smile.
The two of you look back down in tandem, a swell of euphoric warmth filling your chests.
“He is perfect, isn’t he?”
Jungkook nods, swallowing back the beginnings of a lump in his throat.
Because it isn’t lost on him, the fact that he’s a dad now. That this small, innocent being—who’s been alive for less than a day and already carries Jungkook’s heart in his tiny hands—is his.
His to love, to protect.
It’s the three of you against the world, and as Jungkook sits with you curled at his side, Jungwoo drifting to sleep in his arms, his heart threatens to burst at the seams.
Because he’s unequivocally happy, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s a stranger in his own skin, in how it all seems within reach now, right at his fingertips and ready to be seized with a tight grasp.
But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s scared.
Scared because he barely knows anything about fatherhood (and what little he does, he desperately wishes he could forget).
Scared to make a mistake, because he knows what that’ll mean for Jungwoo, for you.
His hands weren’t made for loving. They’re callous and scarred, with faded strokes of ink that remind him of everything ugly in the world, of pain and anger. He’s scared to touch his son’s face, to taint his soft skin, to move a millimeter in the wrong direction.
But despite everything, despite the doubts that threaten to mar the moment, the enduring fact eclipses it all.
“I love him so much,” Jungkook mumbles, blinking back the moisture in his eyes. “I love you both so much.”
With a gentle squeeze of his waist, you brush your lips against his shoulder, pressing softly into the exposed skin at the hem of his sleeve.
“We love you too, baby.”
There’s a beat of silence.
And he hates that you’re the one who says it, not the other way around, but—
“Everything’s going to be okay,” you assure him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “We’ll figure it out.”
He can hear a little quiver in your voice, accompanied by a drop of moisture streaking against his arm. And though your words are rife with melancholy, grieving what you’ve lost on the path to this moment—there’s conviction behind the sentiment that he’s never heard from you before.
“We can do it, Kook. I promise.”
There’s enough love in the room to last a lifetime and beyond, to reach every corner of the universe, with miles to spare. He knows that for certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
And maybe that’s enough, Jungkook decides. For now, he’ll choose to believe that it is.
OMG that was so fucking cute!!!!!! I’m squealing!!!! The poor mum, putting so much pressure on herself and I think the “oc is in denial” is a very appropriate warning!
One tiny risk, one small act of selfishness, one leap of faith. - As a certified doubter and scaredy cat, Imma write this down and take it with me everywhere I go <3
“If not for yourself, you’d do it for her. To become the woman you wanted her to see you as.” - MY HEART
“You’ll wear a different tie, right?” PEAK HUMOUR also we love to see a RJ cameo
one step｜ksj｜mini
summary ↣ attending an ex’s wedding is never easy, but you might just have the perfect remedy—if you can pluck up the courage to take it.
pairing ↣ single mom!reader x pediatrician!seokjin
genre ↣ fluff, a smidge of angst
word count ↣ 2.9k
warnings ↣ (rating: g) oc’s daughter is seokjin’s patient but he’s very professional about it, oc struggles with some insecurities as a single mom, mention of past infidelity/abandonment, oc’s daughter has anxiety, some basic medical procedures involving a stethoscope lol, oc is in denial
notes ↣ requested by @youwannabelostandnotbefound from this list (#44 + #103)! will i ever stick to the actual dialogue from the prompt? probably not 😅 hope it’s okay anyways ♡
“I’m going to listen to your heart now. Is that okay?”
Dayoung nodded, albeit a little nervously, tightening her grip on your hand. You squeezed right back, rubbing soothing circles into your anxious daughter’s back.
“This might be a little cold, so if you want me to stop, just tell me,” Seokjin gave her a reassuring smile, lifting the chestpiece of his stethoscope for her to touch. “Here, you can feel it first.”
She cautiously reached for the cold metal, her eyes flickering with curiosity as she probed it for a moment.
As she clumsily handled the instrument with her chubby fingers, Seokjin watched her carefully, gauging her comfort level before moving forward.
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No this little family is so cute!!! These two are really something else and Jungkook should never question his wife’s sixth sense when it comes to her boys (and even though he did she pulled all the stops to make sure to reward her selfless husband, I mean, what more could you ever want in life) :D But I can’t come up with how the ““Don’t get all whiny if—”” sentence was supposed to end?!
And who knew toddlers needed to come with a warning, too :D
“Your dearly beloved may be perfect in your eyes, but you can admit that objectively, patience is not one of his virtues.” I love this sentence so much because to me it shows that when you love someone like that, even things others would deem a fault it what makes your perfect person perfect <3 And how casually you throw in just how much they care about each other with the comment about being in tune with her body especially post-partum!
Also I cannot get over the image of the Lighting McQueen bedding and Jungwoo’s snuggle buddy (cutest phrase ever btw) being way too tall for it 🥺
maybe dilf!jk who’s son has a nightmare and he comes to sleep in his parents room🥺
Anonymous said:
Dilf jk railing Yn + lactation kink,,,, and the baby wakes up after they’re done and yn is asleep so koo goes to baby’s room to calm them down and yn gets up in the morning to see him sleeping on the rocking chair w baby on his chest
this is a little modified, but i hope it still captures the spirit of these two requests! i apologize, there’s no lactation kink involved because jungwoo is a little older in this drabble. i hope both of you anons enjoy, thank you for your suggestions!
also, this is a small apology for the less-than-lighthearted discourse that has been going on on my blog for the past couple days, i know it can be a bummer to read. i hope all of you will accept this as compensation—i try to keep things as positive as i can!
pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jkword count. 2.3kgenre. smut and fluffwarnings. unprotected sex (within an established relationship, they’re using birth control), dirty talk, mild degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), they nearly get caught?notes. featuring the too close couple. thank you to @yslkook as always for her support 🥺tags. @augustbutwinter @youwannabelostandnotbefound again, i’m so sorry that the two of you will be notified every time i post writing...please know you can back out at any time 😅
“Kook.”
Your voice is muffled by his lips on yours, his entire body weight resting atop of you.
The TV screen flickers quietly a few feet away, the action flick long forgotten, even though it’s a treat these days, to get to watch a non-animated movie. While Jungwoo goes through his Cars phase, the house is a shrine to Lightning McQueen, and you’re fairly certain you can recite the movie word for word at this point (Jungwoo definitely can, and does). For once though, he’s knocked out cold at a reasonable hour, and you and Jungkook somehow still have some energy to spare.
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(Because I was not in my best of wits when writing this last night I forgot half of what I wanted to say and edited it - sorry about that but just in case you’d like to see this too I thought I reblog it again like this)
No this little family is so cute!!! These two are really something else and Jungkook should never question his wife’s sixth sense when it comes to her boys (and even though he did she pulled all the stops to make sure to reward her selfless husband, I mean, what more could you ever want in life) :D But I can’t come up with how the ““Don’t get all whiny if—”” sentence was supposed to end?!
And who knew toddlers needed to come with a warning, too :D
“Your dearly beloved may be perfect in your eyes, but you can admit that objectively, patience is not one of his virtues.” I love this sentence so much because to me it shows that when you love someone like that, even things others would deem a fault it what makes your perfect person perfect <3 And how casually you throw in just how much they care about each other with the comment about being in tune with her body especially post-partum!
Also I cannot get over the image of the Lighting McQueen bedding and Jungwoo’s snuggle buddy (cutest phrase ever btw) being way too tall for it 🥺
(Alrighty, enough rambling, thank you for writing and sharing and have a lovely day xo)
maybe dilf!jk who’s son has a nightmare and he comes to sleep in his parents room🥺
Anonymous said:
Dilf jk railing Yn + lactation kink,,,, and the baby wakes up after they’re done and yn is asleep so koo goes to baby’s room to calm them down and yn gets up in the morning to see him sleeping on the rocking chair w baby on his chest
this is a little modified, but i hope it still captures the spirit of these two requests! i apologize, there’s no lactation kink involved because jungwoo is a little older in this drabble. i hope both of you anons enjoy, thank you for your suggestions!
also, this is a small apology for the less-than-lighthearted discourse that has been going on on my blog for the past couple days, i know it can be a bummer to read. i hope all of you will accept this as compensation—i try to keep things as positive as i can!
pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jkword count. 2.3kgenre. smut and fluffwarnings. unprotected sex (within an established relationship, they’re using birth control), dirty talk, mild degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), they nearly get caught?notes. featuring the too close couple. thank you to @yslkook as always for her support 🥺tags. @augustbutwinter @youwannabelostandnotbefound again, i’m so sorry that the two of you will be notified every time i post writing...please know you can back out at any time 😅
“Kook.”
Your voice is muffled by his lips on yours, his entire body weight resting atop of you.
The TV screen flickers quietly a few feet away, the action flick long forgotten, even though it’s a treat these days, to get to watch a non-animated movie. While Jungwoo goes through his Cars phase, the house is a shrine to Lightning McQueen, and you’re fairly certain you can recite the movie word for word at this point (Jungwoo definitely can, and does). For once though, he’s knocked out cold at a reasonable hour, and you and Jungkook somehow still have some energy to spare.
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This is so fucking sweet I might actually get a tooth ache. The dad-son cooking, the freaking card (that you even wrote out for us, irregular font and all), both of them being horndogs for each other, the sheer amount of love in this little family, I cannot. handle. it!!!!
omg!!! a drabble for too close hmmmmm, maybe jk and his son surprises mommy for her birthday 🥺🥺🥺 spicy burthday sex yakno HAHAHAHA
Anonymous said:
for dilf jk! maybe yn goes lingerie shopping and wanted to give jk a lil reward for being such a good dad ✨✨✨ smutty fluffyness hehu
sooooooo i turned this into a little valentines day drabble instead 😅 there isn’t any smut because it would be a little too long otherwise, but it’s a lil sexy i hope?? thank you for the suggestions, i hope you both like it!!
pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk
word count. 2.1k
genre. (suggestive) fluff
warnings. no explicit smut but some sex talk, oc sends a sexy pic, lingerie is worn, the word orgasm is mentioned, jk and oc are horny parents just trying to get it on, a little bit of pda, jungkook is obsessed with his wife’s boobs, oc maybe wants more valentines, jungwoo has a little lisp and also can’t pronounce the “v” sound 🥺
notes. a smol valentine’s day special featuring the too close couple! thank you to @yslkook for all of her input and support and to @coepiteamare for being the loveliest beta-reader ever ♡
“What are we going to say when we walk into the room?”
“Happy Walentine’s day, mommy!” Jungwoo claps his hands, buzzing with excitement from where he’s seated on the breakfast table, legs folded beneath his legs. “Will you be our walentine?”
“That’s right,” Jungkook replies, a smile lingering at his lips as he cracks an egg into the mixing bowl. “ And then? What do you give her?”
Jungwoo hesitates for a moment, scrunching his little face in serious thought.
“Starts with F…”
That doesn’t do much for the toddler, and he blinks vacantly.
“Flow…”
“Oh, flower, flower!” Jungwoo chirps happily. “Flower and kith!”
Jungkook chuckles at that. “Yeah, flowers and kisses. Just like we planned.”
Jungwoo seems to like that answer, beaming at his dad from across the kitchen table.
Since he learned how to talk, Jungwoo’s enjoyed conspiring with Jungkook—planning surprises, being in on the secret schemes that were planned for your birthdays and anniversaries.
And though Jungwoo is an enthusiastic co-conspirator, he’s certainly not the most dependable—helpless in the face of your ruthless tactics. One tickle-monster attack (or the promise of ice cream) and Jungkook’s closest confidante is willing to spill even the most sensitive information. Jungkook learned his lesson after the mother’s day debacle last year.
So when Jungwoo had come bounding home from preschool one day with newfound knowledge of upcoming “Walentine’s Day,” Jungkook decided to be upfront with you about the plans.
It just wasn’t feasible that the two of them cook up an entire breakfast without waking you up. Jungkook is well aware of your sixth sense—a radar for detecting any shenanigans that your boys might be getting up to, sometimes before they even happen.
So you’re closed up in the bedroom, pretending to still be asleep at 9:30am, with instructions not to get out of bed no matter how much ruckus you hear. (Though you draw the line at the smoke alarm going off—which Jungkook insists will not happen this time.)
Upon safely adding the melted butter into the bowl, “Alright, do you wanna try mixing?” Jungkook asks, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
He’s met with an enthusiastic nod, Jungwoo’s eyes lighting up as Jungkook approaches the kitchen table to rest the bowl on the table.
“Alright, be careful,” Jungkook warns. “We don’t want to spill any.”
He hands the whisk off to the eager child, who (adorably) still has to stand on the chair for proper leverage.
Jungwoo dives into the task with gusto, ignoring his dad’s attempts to give instructions amidst his concentrated zeal. After a maximum of thirty seconds attempting to get the whisk to do his bidding though, he lets out a little huff.
“It’s hard, dada,” he frowns, lower lip jutting out in an unhappy pout.
“How about we do it together?”
“Yes, pleathe.”
With an endeared chuckle, Jungkook steps behind his son, wrapping an arm around his small body. Palming Jungwoo’s hand along with the handle of the whisk, Jungkook repeats the instructions he had attempted to give prior as he begins to flick his wrist.
“See, you have to move it side to side,” he explains. “We don’t want it to get stuck.”
And though Jungkook’s fairly certain he would make Gordon Ramsey proud with his technique, Jungwoo is completely unimpressed.
“No, dada. You’re doing it funny.”
With a shake of his head, Jungwoo places a hand on Jungkook’s chest to move him out of the way, reclaiming control of the whisk. With his tongue sticking out, he uses his entire body to try and reach the full velocity that his father had managed.
Not that Jungkook’s advice would have helped anyways: Jungwoo’s just too small to maneuver the whisk through the thick lumps of batter. (And Jungkook likes it that way. He hates to think of the day that Jungwoo won’t need his dada’s help tying his shoes, or when he’ll upgrade his little tricycle for a bike.)
After a few seconds of struggle and limited progress, Jungwoo drops the whisk. “It’s done,” he declares.
He looks back up at Jungkook with a toothy smile, chest puffed out in pride, though large chunks of unmixed batter remain visible in the bowl.
“Great job, bud,” Jungkook chuckles. “Wanna watch me do the grown up part?”
He smiles to himself when Jungwoo nods eagerly, immediately reaching to climb onto Jungkook’s back and hitch a ride towards the stove.
Upon seating him down on the counter, Jungkook presses a quick kiss to Jungwoo’s hair before reaching to butter up the pan.
“Alright, let’s practice what we’re going to do for mommy one more time.”
He’s met with two gleeful crescents that light up the room, a small smile identical to yours, and Jungwoo repeats the words with as much enthusiasm as the first time.
It’s a sound Jungkook will never get sick of.
You manage to keep your promise, feigning sleep for Jungwoo’s sake, despite a few audible mishaps. You’re fairly certain Jungwoo managed to get his syrupy hands into Jungkook’s hair at one point, if your husband’s muted wail was any indication (he takes pride in those long locks, as he should), and a few pancakes were definitely burnt in the process (you can smell a bit of smoke, even though the the alarm didn’t go off, thankfully).
It’s the silence that makes you suspicious, and you’re just about to crack when the door finally creaks open, revealing your two valentines in matching red shirts, glowing smiles on their faces.
Jungwoo’s small body is practically swallowed whole by the bouquet in his hands—a huge arrangement of roses and peonies and god-knows-what-else—but you can see his beaming expression peeking out from the top.
Practically vibrating with excitement, “Happy Walentine’s Day, mommy!” he exclaims, bouncing towards you with the flowers flailing in his arms.
The flowers are forgotten as you pull him up onto the bed, enveloping his small frame in a tight embrace with no regard for the petals crumpling in between the two of you.
“Oh my gosh, baby! Did you do this all for me?” you ask, feigning surprise with a dropped jaw as you meet his gleeful eyes.
Jungwoo nods earnestly. “Will you be my walentine?” he asks, bouncing on his knees as he thrusts the half-crushed bouquet into your hands.
“Wait, wait, little guy,” Jungkook pipes up with a feigned pout, trailing behind Jungwoo with a tray of heart-shaped pancakes and fresh berries—a generous dollop of cream on top (just the way you like it). “I thought we agreed to share. We want mommy to be our valentine, right?”
You catch the amusement dancing in his eyes, a flirty glance covertly thrown in your direction.
A sheepish smile fills Jungwoo’s big cheeks, and he turns back to you to correct himself.
“Will you be our walentine, mommy?” He thrusts a large red heart, cut out of construction paper, into your hands.
The scrawl of crayon is unmistakably his, characterized by mismatched sizes of the letters and a few random scribbles (artwork, in your opinion).
ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵐᵐʸ ᶦ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʲᵘⁿᵍ ʷᵒᵒ
A familiar swell of affection consumes you, and embarrassingly, moisture begins to collect at your waterline.
Anyone would be weak for the innocent eyes in front of you, but it’s embarrassing how often the thought crosses your mind—that you and Jungkook really made the cutest baby in the world.
“Of course, Nochu,” you coo, reaching to take his round cheeks into your hands. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet boy.”
You’re about to attack him with a joyful barrage of kisses, but Jungkook stops you, reaching to put the breakfast tray on your bedside table.
“One more thing,” he says, turning to Jungwoo with a leading look. “On three, bud.”
Jungwoo perks up in eager recognition, and this time, you’re actually surprised—
“One, two, three—”
You’re sandwiched between a smooch to each cheek, one from each of your valentines, and you can’t help the delighted giggle that escapes your lips.
With brimming endearment filling your chest, you reach to grab Jungwoo’s face, peppering kisses to his cheeks as he giggles.
“You two planned such a big surprise for me,” you gush, fussing over them shamelessly. “I’m the luckiest mommy in the whole world.”
Jungwoo takes your affection happily, eyes crinkled into half-moons, and you try not to think about the day that he’ll be embarrassed of your doting—clinging to the hope that he’ll skip the angsty teenager phase.
Wrapping Jungwoo in a hug, holding his head to your chest, the worry remains far off—and you smother him with all the love that your heart struggles to contain.
When you emerge from the warm little bubble of the tiny-sized hug, you beckon Jungkook closer towards you with a tilt of your head.
He’s more than happy to comply, pressing the kiss you requested to your lips delicately.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, his smile reaching his eyes as he climbs onto the bed with you and Jungwoo.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kook,” you whisper to him, cuddling up to him with Jungwoo between your arms.
You’re fairly certain you could spend the whole day like that, simply snuggled up in your sheets, but your boys are too restless for that.
Jungwoo soon squirms out of your family hug to get the newest lego car he’d built, while Jungkook reaches to steal strawberries from your plate.
“You know, I have a surprise for you too,” you hum to him quietly, while Jungwoo rummages through his room.
You take the opportunity to kiss some whipped cream off of Jungkook’s lip, smiling to yourself when you’re met with knit eyebrows, his head cocked to the side in confusion.
“You already told me about the tickets to the zoo,” he replies, referring to the “counter-surprise” you had planned for Jungwoo—a little Valentine’s Day date that all three of you could enjoy. “Though I am really looking forward to it—”
“That’s not what I was talking about, baby.”
You don’t elaborate, pulling your v-neck down slightly to reveal a flash of red.
“Oh.”
“Oh,” you repeat, amused.
“But we couldn’t find anyone to watch Jungwoo,” he says, and the genuine concern is palpable in his voice, adorably so. (As if it’s simply inconceivable that the two of you could keep it quiet, not with you wearing that.)
“Well, that’s part of the surprise,” you grin back at him. “Jisoo broke up with the guy she was seeing a couple weeks ago, and I figured you weren’t listening when I told you the first time.”
Jungkook’s cheeks tinge with pink. “Jisoo’s gone through a few guys in the past few months,” he protests defensively. “I just assumed she found a replacement.”
You nod sarcastically, amused with his attempts to save face. “Sure, baby,” you coo, rolling on top of him to get another taste (of his lips, not the whipped cream). “Just make sure you thank her, because you really aren’t ready for what I have in store for you,” you promise, giggling to yourself at the thought.
“I don’t doubt that,” Jungkook replies, a subtle lick of his lips accompanying his drifting eyes. They linger at the hint of cleavage that your shirt reveals, lapping up the mere hint of nipple and lace texture beneath the fabric. “Could I maybe get more of a sneak peek—”
You pull your neckline up with a shake of your head, giving him a coy smile.
“You’ll just have to wait,” you bite your lip, laughing at the imploring eyes he throws your way. “Though...I might have texted you a little teaser while you were in the kitchen...”
Jungkook’s off the bed within seconds, returning a minute later with his eyes glued to his screen and his cheek between his teeth. He opens his mouth a couple times, only to close it again when words escape him.
With a delighted laugh, you drop a kiss to his cheek as you rise from the bed to start the day. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kook,” you whisper coyly. “Make it through the zoo, and I’m all yours.”
Certainly not to your surprise, Jungkook doesn’t quite “make it through” the day, but you’re not one to complain.
He spends one half the day with Jungwoo on his shoulders, in awe of over the lions and the hippos and everything in between, with eyes just as rounded and curious as his son’s.
But the other half is spent with his hand down the back pocket of your jeans, paired with a few naughtier squeezes here and there when he knows he’ll get away with it.
It’s your best Valentine’s Day yet, and not just because of the orgasms he “punishes” you with later that night. Maybe you’re greedy, but you enjoy having two valentines to share the day with: having an extra (albeit small) hand to hold, getting to see the world through those innocent, curious eyes, and doing all of it with Jungkook at your side.
And the realization makes you wonder, if maybe one day you’d want even more: another hand to hold, another pair of Jungkook’s starry eyes to gaze upon, another permanent resident of your heart.
There’s certainly room for more.
tags. @youwannabelostandnotbefound @augustbutwinter
Lord to be this in love with someone that you cannot even imagine a person hitting on you because why would they, you only love the one and only. My heart!!! And thanks for searing the image of the baby hand wrapped around inked up thumb into my brain 🥺
Just thinking about boxer dad jk 🥰
same, sweetheart 😭 i was actually just talking to @yslkook about him and this was the result:
pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 0.9k warnings. jungkook has tattoos and he’s really cute 🥺 also this is completely unedited and self indulgent because i love dilf!jk so much 😭 notes. featuring the too close couple.
“Is this the one you like? Or is it this one?”
Jungkook examines the two nearly identical cases in his hands, racking his brain to remember what you had just told him thirty minutes ago.
“He hates this brand,” you had emphasized, tapping on the box. “Make sure you get the other one.”
“Babe, I got it,” he had responded, tightening the straps of his carrier, adjusting Jungwoo to be snug against his chest. “Have a little faith.”
You were unconvinced, staring at him with a hand on your hip and a concerned frown.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to write down a list?”
The sheer hubris of his past self, to refuse—
Jungwoo, of course, does not respond to his father’s question—one, because he’s fast asleep, and two, because he’s six months old—not quite old enough to do much else other than be picky about his formula.
Still, Jungkook and his son are a package deal now. He especially appreciates the company while running mundane errands—people tend to be (for some strange reason) much more helpful while he has an infant strapped to his chest.
“Excuse me.”
A saccharine-sweet voice pulls Jungkook from his thoughts, drawing his attention to the short, smiling woman who has appeared at his side.
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re trying to decide between those two brands.”
She bats her eyelashes as she speaks, gaze drifting between Jungkook and his carbon copy.
“My sister has a three-month old,” she explains. “He refuses to drink that one—Nestle is probably the safer option.”
Jungkook sighs in relief, a smile spreading across his face.
“Thanks, you’re a life-saver,” he says, shelving the unwanted box and placing the Nestle case into his cart. “He’s really picky, I’d be screwed if I got the wrong one.”
The woman’s smile broadens, and she reaches to tuck a lock of her russet hair behind her ear.
“Of course. My sister’s on her own too, I know how tough it can be.”
The sentence flies over Jungkook’s head.
Though, in his defense, he’s running on three hours of sleep, and it slipped his mind to put his ring back on after training this morning.
“Yeah, for such a little guy, he sure can throw a tantrum,” Jungkook jokes with a grin, fondly stroking his son’s soft hair.
“He’s really cute,” the woman comments, biting back her smile as she tips forward on her heels for a better view of the infant.
Jungkook happily angles his body to show off his face in baby form, cradling Jungwoo’s small body in his large, ink-covered hands. He fails to notice the woman’s eyes lingering on the floral designs, her gaze following the strokes that pattern his entire arm, up to his bicep. (Her eyes stay there for a few extra seconds.)
“What’s his name?”
“Jungwoo,” he responds with an absentminded smile, his gaze fixed on his son’s small hand, which is now wrapped around his thumb.
It takes a few moments for Jungkook’s attention to drift back to his new acquaintance, and that’s when he notices her fascination with his ink.
“Oh, yeah,” he says sheepishly, pointing out the calligraphy of his son’s name that’s etched into his forearm. “I know it’s a little cheesy, but I had to.”
“Not at all,” she blurts out, her smile broadening at the endearing sight. “That’s very sweet.”
She remains blissfully unaware of the artwork that decorates his other arm—your initials woven into a bold neo-traditional rose.
“Anyways, thanks for your help,” he says, reaching for his cart. “I hope you have a g—”
“Oh, um—sorry, this might be forward,” she interrupts him hastily, seizing the opportunity.
It’s not everyday that you meet a man with a bunny-like smile, a boxer’s build, and the tenderness of a saint. She’s just as enamored as you were when you first laid eyes on him.
“I’m really good with babies. I don’t have any kids myself, not even a boyfriend or anything,” she adds not-so-subtly, with a shy smile, “but if you ever need anything—I’d be happy to help. Can I give you my number?”
Jungkook may be sleep deprived, but he certainly isn’t dumb.
What he is, however, is too hopelessly lovestruck to comprehend the signals. The thought doesn’t even cross his mind, that anyone could be interested in him, not when his own interests are so singular.
His face lights up, sowing seeds of false hope inadvertently.
“Actually, my wife’s been looking around for a babysitter,” he says excitedly, completely missing the way the poor woman’s face falls. “I’ll have her give you a call.”
It takes him a moment to pull his phone out of his pocket while he has his arms full with a baby and a diaper bag, but he manages to hand it to her with a beaming face.
“Sorry, your name was?”
She mumbles it under her breath, suddenly less enthusiastic—much to his confusion.
And he remains confused when you tell him a few days later that she’d given him a fake number.
“She seemed like she really wanted to!” he defends himself fervently. “I just don’t understand why she would offer her number and then—”
You don’t need to hear the rest to understand what had transpired. And his doe-eyed insistence is a little too endearing for you to resist—you give him a small kiss, chuckling to yourself when he returns the gesture with a bemused look.
“What was that for?”
“Nothing. You’re just cute.”
He seems slightly skeptical, but a follow-up kiss, one that lingers a little longer, erases the incident from his mind entirely.
Holy hell o.O after reading some of the drabbles of this universe I didn’t know what I was expecting from the hinted backstory but it was not this - star-crossed lovers at their finest!!! With gang tattoos and all!!! Although now I am very intrigued to find out how they managed to get from mafia princess there is no way out for you to zoo dates and pancakes!?!??!?!!!!!
And my man Yoongi being the ultimate voice of reason <3 Joon though, holy shit - it took me a while to piece it together why oc said “he’s doing it because of me” because at first I thought it was his albeit twisted way to try and win her back but she literally meant that she dragged him into this life and he is who and what he is now because of her and this just makes me so sad.
This whole story is so intriguing, I love your story telling so much!!!!
close encounter｜jjk
summary. the first time the two of you kiss, your lips taste of tears and tequila.
pairing. f. reader x boxer!jungkook
genre. rival gang au, mafia au｜angst
word count. 3.7k
warnings. violence in the context of boxing, blood, mentions of organized crime and gang activity, implication of infidelity, emotional infidelity, kissing, alcohol consumption, namjoon is a HUGE jerk in this and lowkey evil, jimin is totally evil, yoongi is an angel (rating: pg-13)
notes. part II of the prequel series to ‘too close.’ chronologically, this occurs before ‘a little closer,’ but it’s best to read everything in the order i have it listed on the masterlist! thank you to @yslkook for being the best hype-man a gal could ask for and to @bratkook for being such a wonderful beta reader ♡ i am so grateful for your expert advice and your reassuring comments, ily! please let me know what you guys think :)
Jungkook can feel his stomach sink when he realizes what’s happening, pure horror creeping up his throat in a bout of nausea. It’s barbaric, what’s unfolding in front of him—and Jungkook’s threshold for such violence is much higher than the average person’s.
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Ugh, something this fluffy and sexy shouldn’t even be allowed!!! I love to see what’s going on in Jimin’s mind, making it his duty to treat his wife like a queen and giving her what she wants - plus the fact that they know each other so well and still have all the butterflies for each other <3 Also the reassuring of one another being enough has my heart soaring <3
picking petals｜pjm
summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get.
pairing ↣ f. reader x idol!pjm
genre ↣ married couple au｜smut, fluff
word count ↣ 6.3k of pwp i’m so sorry
warnings ↣ nsfw (18+), good old-fashioned baby-making aka unprotected sex, post concert sex, impreg kink, mild pregnancy kink, talk about conceiving/not being able to conceive, dirty talk, soft dom!jm, sub!reader, thigh-riding, oral (f. receiving), brief cockwarming, handjob, cumplay, nipple play, praise kink, jimin is a pretty boy with a pretty cock, use of “daddy” in a non-sexual manner: oc affectionately calls jimin her baby daddy, gross amounts of fluffiness, too much kissing, it’s soft, there is no plot!! (currently unedited)
notes ↣ this is technically a stand-alone one shot but it’s set in the owaw universe. enjoy!!
Jimin knows he’s in trouble before he even steps backstage.
His veins are already pulsing with adrenaline, chest still heaving from two hours of non-stop exertion in the summer heat, but he can feel his heart rate skyrocketing from the mere knowledge of your proximity.
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Hana please bring a mop, I have melted into a puddle. This is so fucking endearing I don't know what to do with myself. Their ever growing love for each other has me swooning. Nobody should settle for anything less. "The striped skin he owes his heart and soul to" is so wonderful and describes these two so perfectly. Ach, my heart <3
im beign bvery self indulgent rn but... jk/reader's reaction when baby jungwoo goes off to school (or even daycare) and they take advantage of an empty house to get a good dick appt in 😌🥴
baby jungwoo (who’s not really a baby anymore) has soccer practice and jk and oc are trying to get a good dick appt in. but they end up being all soft and cute 🥺 also oc has a bun in the oven!
pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 1.2k genre. suggestive fluff warnings. no actual smut but they’re trying to get it on, a lot of talk about boobs, pregnancy, stretch marks, family planning, jungkook puts his face into oc’s boobs bc...he's still obsessed with them notes. featuring the too close couple. this is completely unedited right now if this makes no sense i sincerely apologize!! tags. @coepiteamare @augustbutwinter @shtposting101 @kookie-chimchim @morti13 @ownthesunshine @fan-ati--c @gyukult @youwannabelostandnotbefound
“Kook,” you whimper softly.
“What’s wrong?” he halts his movements instantly, pulling off of you. “Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head. “No, no. I’m okay, just a little—sore.”
With nimble fingers, you palm the breast that was in his hand a second ago, fidgeting in discomfort.
“I’m sorry,” you give him an apologetic look.
“Don’t apologize, baby,” he replies immediately, giving you a doe-eyed look. “We don’t have to do anything.”
“No, I want to,” you insist, though you pull your cotton bra back down over your chest.
When his expression remains skeptical, “I really want to,” you add with a small whine, which elicits a chuckle from him. “They’re just really tender.”
“Is it because—?”
You shake your head. “I don’t think so—I haven’t noticed any leaking or anything yet.”
He nods carefully, eyes lingering on the gorgeous mounds in question. His unwavering obsession with your boobs is slightly embarrassing, but you have that effect on him—reducing him to a teenager who struggles to keep it in his pants.
That struggle has only intensified in recent weeks. Your bump is barely just that—a tiny swell at this point, but just like last time, your chest has swollen indiscriminately. He’s been forced to reconsider his stance as an ass man since then.
When you were pregnant with Jungwoo, he’d been way too stressed to indulge in the small happinesses of the journey—your boobs included. But now, with long-awaited and well-planned number two on the way, he plans to appreciate every detail (out of pure dedication to fatherhood, of course).
“I’ll be fine if I keep my bra on,” you reassure him, rolling on top of him to straddle his legs. “They hurt the most when they bounce.”
Jungkook frowns unwittingly, gaze lowering to the fabric that lies taut over your nipples. “Wait, so I can’t even...look at them?”
He’s too upset to notice his unintentional whininess, but fortunately, you seem amused more than anything else, letting out an airy giggle.
“Don’t look so sad, baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek. “Your beloved gals aren’t going anywhere.”
He returns your playful smile with an exaggerated pout.
“I know, I’m just going to miss our...quality time together.”
You roll your eyes lightheartedly, planting your hands on his firm chest and leaning down to catch his lips with a kiss.
“They’re gonna miss you too,” you tease. “Wanna give them goodbye kisses?”
Though he’s well aware you’re making fun of him, he indulges shamelessly anyway. “Actually, I do.”
With a gentle tug of your hips, he pulls you beneath him, hands flanking your sides as he hovers over your body.
You giggle as he nuzzles his nose into your cleavage, gentle with the kisses he peppers over your bra.
Each kiss is doting yet chaste, while his fingers remain splayed across your belly. He caresses your skin delicately as he trails his lips down to your midsection, to the tiny bump that features his handiwork.
You sigh into the feeling, threading your fingers through his curled brown locks.
“Baby…”
Jungkook hums his response, neglecting to part from your skin—intent on showering you with all the affection he owes you. The bear hugs and stolen kisses you used to share are off the table, now that Jungwoo’s at that age—even a peck between the two of you elicits a “Dad, that’s gross!” from him.
And as a result, Jungkook has come to look forward to his son’s soccer practices nearly as much as Jungwoo does himself.
He can’t help himself—lately, he looks at you and he’s twenty again, fully convinced that you can’t be real, much less ever be his. Maybe it’s because he’s reminded of the first time the two of you went through this, of indulging your strange cravings, holding back your hair—of navigating uncharted territory together. But if it’s at all possible, he’s even more enamored with you now than he was then.
He rubs your swollen midsection with tender strokes, placing reverent kisses to the striped skin that he owes his heart and soul to. He lingers there for a few moments—soaking up the sight, breathing in the sweet scent of your lotion—and he can’t bring himself to end the tender moment. Resting his cheek against your bump, he can imagine the heartbeat that pulses below the surface of your skin, the melodious sound that he’d heard in the doctor’s office just a few weeks ago.
“What are you doing, baby?”
There’s an amused lilt to your voice, a soft smile at your lips, but your gaze is sincere. Brushing his hair out of his forehead, “Is something on your mind?”
He responds with an easy smile, crawling back up to answer you with a kiss. “Just wanna say thank you,” he mumbles into your lips.
You tilt your head at him.
“For our family,” he explains, cheeks flushing pink when your gaze softens. “For Jungwoo, for this little one,” he rubs your belly gently. “And any more we might have…”
You let out a silvery laugh at that, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“I couldn’t do it without you, Kook. We’re a team. You never have to thank me.”
He nods. “Sure,” he accepts, returning the sentiment with a lingering, fond gaze. “But I want to thank you anyway.”
You take a moment—your gaze soft and dreamy as you pull him closer, dropping a light kiss to his nose.
“You’re sweet, baby. But I know you’re just trying to butter me up,” you joke. “Six kids is out of the question.”
Jungkook pouts, eliciting another giggle from you.
You’ve been thoroughly amused by his sudden onset of baby fever—the tiny shoes he bought on a whim, his recent obsession with Jungwoo’s baby videos. It feels like just yesterday that the two of you were terrified new parents, pinching pennies—and yet, so much has changed since then.
“You’re forgetting what babies are like,” you warn him. “Two kids are plenty.”
“Let’s compromise,” he offers. “Five.”
With a laugh, you shake your head, though you offer him a moony smile as you wrap your legs around his waist, placating his whining with kisses to his cheeks. “Let’s take it one baby at a time, okay?”
He perks up slightly. “Is that a maybe?”
With a mirthful smile at your lips, “It’s a maybe I’ll think about it,” you correct him. “But for now—can you please just fuck me? Soccer practice ends in forty-five minutes.”
Jungkook doesn’t need to be asked twice. “Anything for my baby mama,” he grins, reaching for the waistband of your panties.
“I’m not just your baby mama,” you reply in jest, jutting out your lower lip.
He indulges your shamelessness with a smile. “My baby mama, the love of my life, my best friend, the most beautiful girl in the world—is that better?”
He takes the giggle that bubbles from lips, combined with the eager kiss you steal from him, as a definitive yes.
I am finally getting around to reading this story and I already know I'll scold myself for taking so long because one chapter in and I 🥺😳🤪🙁 with all these emotions! The ending where we get to meet OC broke my fucking heart </3 and all the animosity between Jimin and, well, everyone hurt too!!! Cannot wait to see where you take us!
Oh, What A World｜#1
series summary ↣ all jimin wanted was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. with you by his side though, he might be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. lawyer!jjk)
genre ↣ fake marriage au, fallen idol au｜angst, future fluff + smut
chapter warnings ↣ jimin has a bit of a short temper, some mild outbursts, mention of possible illegal behavior, mention of alcohol (but no consumption), jimin is considered a fuckboy but he’s actually really sweet, some sexist views on female audiences (the real namjoon and yoongi would never), crying, reader is a little insecure, unrequited feelings
chapter notes ↣ the title is taken from the BTS song, and the series title is inspired by kacey musgraves! updated 25/3/2021
#1 Make It Right (4.0k)｜Next Chapter｜Series Masterlist
“I know I’m ready. Please give me the chance to prove it to you.”
Seokjin sighs, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes in frustration.
“You know I want to believe you,” Seokjin replies. “But it’s not just my decision. You’ve disappointed a lot of people over the past few years. People who you need in order to get back on stage.”
Jimin nods admittedly, having anticipated this response. “I know, I know. And I’m ready to put in the work. It’s all about the music now. I really have gotten it together.”
“I’ve heard that one before.”
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Holy moly so much is going on. I feel like this was the chapter of falling out of bed into your clothes, being uncomfortable but it all working out somehow. As not-a-morning-person and someone who needs their time in the morning to remember how to even be a human, I really feel this 'oh shit oh no I have to leave'. The horror!
I literally had no clue how you would make Jimin pull off this preposterous proposal and you nailed it! Honestly, even someone without a broken heart might have broken out in tears because what the actual fuck did that stranger just say to me 💀Also, reading "Jimin Park" in my head was confusing until I figured out that I have never heard it this way round! 😅
Poor OC, her kind of heartbreak is so fucking devastating because you feel like to the outside world, it almost doesn't count, and yet you are dying on the inside. I totally get the 'yes thank you I'd like to move across the globe' because honestly, same. And having mostly read (best) friends to lovers AU lately it's particularly sad, I know the premise of this is different but the feelings seem similar and ugh. </3 I have high hopes that OC just thinks JK is the love of her life but the sheer thought of the 'I love you but you'll never love me' just makes me oh so sad.
I love their dynamic already <3 I hope OC feels more comfortable soon, Jimin should keep it up with the casual compliments, I feel like they are helping! And the fact that he is willing to throw all his money at her (you know, in a respectable 'here is my account' way) is kinda hot, ngl. Their airport encounter was 😂 😂 😂
(Sorry that became an essay 😅)
Oh, What A World｜#2
series summary ↣ all jimin wanted was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. with you by his side though, he might be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. lawyer!jjk)
genre ↣ fake marriage au, fallen idol au｜fluff, angst, future smut
chapter warnings ↣ some bad language, brief references to sex, corporate america (it’s pretty scary to me), Jimin tries to flirt a lil but he’s a mess, mentions of unrequited feelings & heartbreak, crying, insecurity, blood (from a nosebleed), a lil tense/scary moment, some alcohol consumption that could be considered unhealthy, some (accidental) violence
chapter notes ↣ the chapter title is taken from the kehlani song! updated 25/3/2021
#2 Advice (8.7k)｜Next Chapter｜Series Masterlist
Jimin’s never been this out of breath in his life. Not during rehearsals or performances, not during his school days as an athlete, and not even during his “extracurricular activities,” which have the tendency to be especially active. No, nothing compares to running ten blocks in crowded New York streets, after sleeping past your alarm and having your ride get stuck in traffic.
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Me seeing the warnings before reading it's a flashback: That was fast 😅
Man, so much stuff weighing on everyone. I cannot believe OC managed to walk around with her broken heart for as long as she did, I'm hurt just thinking about it. Past Jimin could have done with a baby sitter I guess. Poor Somi 😩 Poor Yoongs, I'm assuming he would always have a headache with trying to keep Jimin in line.
Ugh, my heart, cannot wait to see where this goes!!!
P.S. I feel so validated that you remembered I reblogged (and LOVED) Picking Petals 🥺Like that's what it must feel like when your fave celebrity likes your tweet!!!! 🥺🥺🥺
P.P.S. I BINGED your wonderful series (spoiler alert: I adore it!) but because I had no patience to wait and collect my thoughts before reading on, so far I have all the chapter reblogs in drafts and need to sort through my wild stream of consciousness 😅but the last weeks have been crazy busy so please bear with me xo
Oh, What A World｜#3
series summary ↣ all jimin wanted was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. with you by his side though, he might be enjoying it more than he had anticipated.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. lawyer!jjk)
genre ↣ fake marriage au, fallen idol au｜angst, light smut
chapter warnings ↣ (nsfw) angstiness, making out, grinding, sexual imagery, implied protected sex, depiction of drug use, some violence, alcohol consumption, depiction of an unhealthy/toxic relationship, bad language, jimin sleeps around, he’s a bit of a clueless jerk, not the healthiest heartbreak coping mechanisms, unrequited feelings
chapter notes ↣ the chapter title is taken from the RM song! also, this is a flashback, a little slice of jimin and oc’s younger days! updated 27/3/2021
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“Somi, we shouldn’t do this,” Jimin mumbles, in between her earnest kisses. “You’re upset—you don’t really want this—”
“I do,” Somi assures him, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. “I want you. Have for a while.”
She eagerly reaches for his belt, prompting him to grab her hands to stop her.
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A tactfully worded booty call. Jimin who can't really fall sleep without his wife beside him.
I love the way you put this: How it is a privilege to see a person not put together, in a different state to the one they present to the world. To me, that's what love is, when you let someone see this part of you.
I don't know what, but "he appreciates the visual" made me giggle for some reason. And I just adore your way with words!!!
pretty please｜pjm
you’re stressed out because of work and it’s jimin to the rescue. 900 words that include dirty talk, smut (f. receiving oral), and two people being grossly in love. fits into the owaw universe, but can be read on its own! based on the song by dua lipa—requested by @ownthesunshine xxx
Delectable.
That’s the best way to describe how you look right now.
Eagle spread on your desk, your plaid pencil skirt is bunched up at your waist, stilettos heels digging into the edge of your desk. You’re already completely fucked-out from the make-out session you greeted him with—lips swollen and hair tousled, breaths shallow. Your panties dangle from your ankle haphazardly, but the sight is so inexplicably enticing, it’s as if they were placed there by design—to be the finishing touch on a masterpiece born of fantasy.
The best part is that you taste as good as you look.
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hi I just want to say your tags made my day 🥺🥺🥺 thank you sm for reading ❤️
Hi!
ahhhh showing appreciation in tags and on this blog is the least I can do to appreciate your work! In fact I think even that isn’t enough omg I’m enjoying OWAW so much they’re kinda one of the highlights of my day especially after a gruelling day of work, readings and classes. Expect more of me reblogging the chapters ahead!! 🥺💜