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stress relief — KSJ [m]

⟶ SUMMARY : Your husband comes exhausted from his work, and you have an idea of how to relieve his stress…..

⟶ GENRE : porn with little to no plot, smut, fluff, established relationship, husband!seokjin, ceo!seokjin, wife!reader, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, pure filth

⟶ RATING : 18+

⟶ WC : 2.1k

⟶ WARNINGS : fingering, dirty talk, dry humping, degrading kink, praising kink, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, ass slapping, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (don’t do this), pregnancy kink, creampie, slight overstimulation, cum fucking, more than one orgasm, cockwarming, jin being hot 

⟶ NOTE : banner by me guys!!! finally put my years of editing to some use lmaooo, vene if it’s a bit simple……this is something light to try and ease myself for the heavy ass angst of my series as we were (check it out if u want to, i’d love it if u do!) hfuejhduhrfur i’m writing too much married life…….but this time it’s with no heartbreak lol ALSO this is a practice because smut isn’t one of my strengths, but i’m trying my best 😭 should i make this a drabble series…..? eh, IDK lemme know what u think!!! ok bye! ♡ 

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HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who proposed to you under the eiffel tower. it was a weekend full of romance and love, so many activities and promises filling your schedule that it didn't seem strange at all when he took you to the eiffel tower in the middle of the night; but when he knelt down and held your hand, you swore that the whole world had disappeared and that only you and Taehyung existed — he made everything disappear, except your love. “i want these days to repeat themselves until the end of our days. will you marry me?”

HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who writes in your wedding shoes and you in his. it was a small idea he had the night before the wedding: like a good luck charm, Taehyung suggested exchanging signatures on your shoes, as if showing everyone that you, even before getting married, had already shared a long journey of life together. “it’s like a symbol of good luck. to show that we will always walk side by side and be there for each other no matter what.”

HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who takes photos of both of you in shop windows. it was a custom that Taehyung created when you were still dating: it was a simple, banal, even sweet way of marking not only your date but also your clothes; huge photographs of you as a blurred couple became special to both of you, as if announcing to everyone that not only were you together, but you were also constantly going out — the flame of your relationship never went out, not even when you got married. “i can count how many times we went out to share our love and how many times i loved you in public. there is nothing more beautiful than that.”

HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG that takes you to see romantic plays and recitals. weekend nights became more exciting when Taehyung showed up with two tickets to the new play that was showing at the city theater; they were hours of pure love, faked between rehearsed lines and precise movements, but, nevertheless, beautiful and credible — so credible that Taehyung could only compare your relationship to theirs. “i have tickets for a new ballet recital. it's about two lovers who are destined to be together, just like us. let's go?”

HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who offers you a locket with your wedding date inside. the golden thread glittered in the sun, enchanting the world with the love that Taehyung felt for you; inside it, a small white fabric was stained with a very strong blue paint: a part of the shirt that Taehyung wore to the wedding and the pen that you two used to sign the reality of a dream. “so that the happiest day of our lives can provide a little strength and happiness on heavier days.”

HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who always shows you a rainbow because he believes that it is the gods celebrating your love. Taehyung believed that the happy colors of the rainbow were a reflection of your history: seven stages that led you to the present, seven encounters that fueled you during your dating times, seven promises that were the basis of your relationship — it seemed like number seven was your number and all the colors were the joys you brought to each other. “it’s us once again. look how the red and purple shine. it just makes me love you even more.”

HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who swears that your love transcends physical death. even in your wedding vows Taehyung stated that there was no end to your love: physical death was just the end of a new stage for you; you and Taehyung would constantly meet again, not giving any value to the physical body when your souls spoke louder and he knew that nothing could separate you — not even death. “like a circle, our love is continuous without any gaps. in this and all realities.”

granite glow | jk

↳ words 7k

↳ genre slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff

How far are you willing to go, for the ones you love?

How far is ‘too far’? 

Constraints.

“Come on, sweetie!” he hopes around, jogging in place, pestering you while you shut your eyes in an attempt to divert your focal point and find an inner peace that Jungkook chases away. “Shush, I’m trying to meditate,” you darted, sitting cross-legged on the wooden bench since you both came. “Do you know that toxins are expelled faster through sweats than through excretion?” he began and you gave him death glares. 

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All Talk

pairing: Yoongi x f reader word count: 3.9k warnings: Smut: male dom, mild spanking, gagging. the teeny tiniest dash of fluff summary: Riling your husband up is a very low-effort hobby. He, on the other hand, is always willing to call your bluff. a/n: happy bday yongle 🎉when will i learn to write drabbles as drabbles and not thousand word monsters

There were countless reasons to be proud of Yoongi. He was a serious guy, and you counted yourself lucky because of it. He was a near-perfect mix of loving and hardworking, and it showed clearly every single day.

He’d built up an admirable reputation for himself, climbing up the corporate ladder quickly and earning plenty of respect, both from his colleagues, as well as an excitable wife that couldn’t resist the opportunity to “reward” him for his accomplishments.

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The Insemination Wars Epilogue

drabble #7: Cheol Chamin pt. 2 (m.)

summary amid the angry turmoil of recent happenings, yoongi finds himself in desperate need of your comfort. when you fail to offer it, it only adds to the ever growing strife of your marriage. that can only mean more disappointing decisions ensue

warnings language | brief mentions of death | separation | demonstrations of child neglect through the use of flashback | spousal fighting | implications of infidelity

author’s note my consistent posting is starting to make me feel like I’ve got my shit together. more so than the iw couple at least lol enjoy!

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A Misunderstanding

Bts Imagines:

pairing: Yoongi x Reader

category: angst

Summary: the secrecy is dangerous in Yoongi’s marriage and his emotions.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy my first story 🥺💜

[Reader’s POV]

   Today seemed to go by slowly as you sat around watching people pass around in a blur. Minutes seemed to merge into hours as the morning started turning into the afternoon. Tapping your foot against the bar of the chair you were sitting on. A small hum filling the space around you. Flashes were going off every now and then as people called out orders.

“Have you seen Yoongi around?” looking up to the familiar voice you see Taehyung standing in front of you. Shaking your head no he frowns in a small pout before taking off towards a different direction. Unlocking your phone you start scrolling through Pinterest again. Your nails tapping against the screen of your phone.

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House Rules (M)

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets your rage aflame as you fill your day with heated exchanges, well into the morning hours. After your mild-mannered husband tries to calm the peace at home and fails, he flips the tables and uses dominance to break through your stubbornness and help you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,509

Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, anal play, dirty talk, light political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

Excerpt:

Yoongi, your loving husband of some years now, always knew you were a passionate person, especially when you felt the cruel yoke of injustice being thrust upon you. The urge to fight and be vocal at those times was not a trait you shared, as he was a man of few words, but he was at least understanding and accepting of it. At least he was—until that week.

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whoooo FINALLY I CAN PUT ONE IN so. yoongi, 43, and anything but explicit smut will do i think, whatever you feel like writing that particular moment!! (but i do have a slight weakness for slytherin!yoongi, fyi or anything that brings out his witty yet soft side). E X C I T I N G TIMES. also, congrats, obviously. well deserved etc you know my standpoint on this.

askjdlkasjfalkjf I AM SO HAPPY TO PUT THIS HERE FOR YOU. enjoy a love letter from min yoongi

Prompt: 43: Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk (from the 1K followers drabble game)Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (oc; female)Summary: On your honeymoon, Yoongi watches you make a cake and thinks about how loving you is the only thing that comes natural to himGenre: fluffRating: GWord Count: 706

I wish you could see how you look right now, wild and passionate, laughing but only because the batter has somehow become stronger than you. The cake was your idea, or maybe somehow it was mine. When I asked you to marry me, it only took an hour for me to suggest we spend the honeymoon at home, alone yet together and wrapped in nothing but one another’s skin.

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A jimin smut where youre mad at him so he spoils you with lots of gifts 🥀❤️ty

Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, Prada, Michael Kors and many other house brands were laying on your hotel room's floor, their bags untouched. He got you your favourite pair of high heels from Yves Saint Laurent, your favourite perfume from Gucci, a last model of a Prada pourse and of course, a beautiful and expensive pair of sun glasses from Michael Kors.

You picked up the sun glasses, checking the price once more, yup, so expensive. You remember seeing them in a shop, while you were walking down the streets of the Paris, holding hands with your fiancé. You stopped and stared at them, swearing you necer saw a beautiful pair like this one. But then you saw the price.

Don't get me wrong, you were not poor, but rich enough either. You just published a book three months ago, it's true, it had a huge impact on the teenagers, you got a lot of readers, but you were not rich, yet. Jimin offered to huy them for you, since he could afford them. Your fiancé was a professional balerina, a really famous one. He earns a lot of money, because, beside that, he offers dance lessons.

Of course you refused him, you didn't want him to spend money on your ass. But now, you stared at your room, full of expensive gifts, probably costing more than your life. You sighed, examinating the glasses, yes, they were really beautiful, but you couldn't belive he actually got all of these only because you were mad on him.

Two pair of arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer, pressing your back on a soft flesh, taking you by surprise, almost making you drop the sunglasses. You tried to not roll your eyes.

"Baby..." he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder, hugging you closer, thinking you will try to escape. "I miss you so much..." he whispered, sadness sensed in his voice. You almost sighed. You were mad on him since two days ago, you didn't even talk to him.

The reason? He resufed a big role, only because he had to stay in Paris one week, without you. Of course you would stay with him, but you wanted to grow as an author even more, so you arranged a meeting with your readers in New York, for two days in a raw. Only two days, indeed, but your sister was living there, so you had to visit her, for sure.

Jimin loves you so much, that he can't stay without touching or kissing you one day long, but an entire week. These two days were the worst days of your life, since you had to ignore his beggs and resist the urge to wipe his tears when he realised you won't give up.

He was now silently sobbing. Your heart skiped a bit, so you turned around and hugged him so tight, attaching your lips on his. He was taken aback but he quickly realised what was happening, catching up fast, kissing you back. The kiss was supposed to be gentle, since you were so sorry for him, but when Jimin pushed you into the bed, to quickly hover after you, you realised what he wanted.

"I miss you so fucking much, you can't imagine how much I craved for- " he hungry kissed you, pushing himself between your thighs, pressing his member on your clothed core, making you gasp into the kiss, action which made him slide his tongue in easily. "You." Your tongues danced in a motion only you two know and imagined, everyone wanting to get more of each other, arms clenching on each other's body, the disperation of feeling each other again beginning to grow more and more.

When you sucked on his long tongue, with slow moves, taking it in and out, Jimin groaned in pleasure, cupping your neck with one hand and to your surprise, choking you hard. A moan left your lips when he pushed you back on bed, the firm hold on your neck and him on top, staring at you with his sharp stare, making you feel so tiny. His chocolate eyes were, now, full of lust.

"If you want to suck my cock, you can just say it, darling" he said, a cocky smile apearing on his face, making you blush more, for being exposed. "But we don't have time for that, Y/N" he said, making you whine and give him puppy eyes. "Don't worry, babygirl, I promise you will suck daddy later, but for now" he said and slid your dress up you body, same time with the bra, exposing your erected nipples to him.

He attached his soft plump lips to one of them, giving them a slight suck, making you squirm under his lips, earning a smirk from him when he bit down on the soft flesh, making you arch your back. "J-Jim-min...." you mumbled, body heated up. But he was too busy sucking on your peachy nipple, pinching the other one, massaging your full breasts with firm moves.

He knew how to get you, indeed. By now, you were dripping through your lace panties. As if he could sense that, he ripped them with one move and spreaded your legs apart. A gasp escaped your parted lips when the cold air hit your wetness, goosebumps covering your heated skin.

"Damn, Y/N! You are so wet!" He said, trailing one of his thick fingers up and down your wet folds, stimulating your throbbing clit. You whimpered, too needy to talk. He was staring at you, but his eyes were full of love now, making you rise your eyebrows. "I would love to eat you out so bad right now, princess..." he confessed, stroking your cheek with one hand and trailing his fingers on your wet clit, up and down, with the other one. But you were too melted in his eyes to look away or say something, so you left out a bresthless moan.

Jimin slid his ringed thumb into your mouth, which you imediately sucked on( sorry, I have a thing for his fingers 👉🏼👈🏼) making him smile softly. "I bet you would love that..." he said, in a low but soft voice. You nodded your head and he pushed his thumb deeper, pressed against your tongue, pushing it down, to keep you from talking or moving. He moved closer. "But you see..."

"Tonight I want to make love to you..." he said, before sliding his boxers down.

Hi, may I please request sth very loving with Hobi? Preferably soft husband au, madly in love with his wife. Thank you so much and stay safe and healthy 💞

Having you in his arms was all that he wanted after a very long day at practice, in the dance studio. Hobi loved cuddling you the most, feeling your body pressed on his bare chest, while you are laid into his arms, feels like goals for him. Stroking your hair gently, only to receive soft purrs from you, he loved staring at your facial features, analysing every little detail of you, from your long eyelashes, to the curve of your nose, which you used to hate, thinking it's way too big or way too small, but he loved it, giving you a kiss on the tip, often. Down the pretty nose were your beautiful lips.

He never judged them, he never saw them way too thin or plumb, he found these rosy lips perfect. He loved feeling them against his or on his skin, they were so soft.

He loved the way you were staring at him, with nothing but pure love. He loved how many feelings these beautiful eyes of yours can hold back, making them sparkle with joy. And oh boy. How he loved seeing your eyes turn into little lanters full of happiness. He swore he would do everything just to keep you staring at him, like this, forever.

This is what he was doing now. He was staring at your imperfect, but still so perfect to him features. You were sleeping pacefully at his chest, dressed into one of his long t-shirts. You initially wanted to wear the one he was wearing, since you loved it when his scent was all over the clothes, wrapping you into a tight warm and smelling so good hold, but he had to throw it into the washing machine, because it was drenched in his sweat.

His hand slowly slid down your cheek, caressing the soft flesh, down your jaw and finally rested on your neck, curving his palm a little, to fix it on the curve of it. He could feel your pulse like this.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

He smiled softly, planting a delicate kiss on your head. You were real, you were here, you were alive, you were in his arms and most important?

You were his.

Author's Note: dear anon, I would love to know who you are, since you asked me for this drabble so kindly!!!🥺🥰

Hello! Since your requests are open, could you write a single dad joonie, making love to reader who basically became the mother of his son, and now he wants to have a biological baby with her cause she’s the woman of his life? Maybe it’s a bit specific😅 feel free to modify according to what you’re comfortable writing! thank u if you do it :)))

"You will be a beautiful mom" 💫

Kim Namjoon × reader;

singledad!au;

WARNINGS: nsfw!, unprotected sex( stay safe!!!), namjoon being a hot god;

Genre: singledad!au, smut, fluff, romance, pysichologist reader, patient namjoon, sub!reader, dom!namjoon, lovers!au, parents!au;

Description: After his fianceé left him with their new born baby, Namjoon thought his life is over. Until he met you. Who knew his psychologist will be the person he will want his second child to be with?

"Are you sure?" you asked, heavy breaths leaving your lips. Staring at the beautiful, controlled of pleasure face of your boyfriend, you soflty got away the sweaty dark locks of his wet forhead. "Y-Yes, jagiya..." he moaned, eyes closed, his head throwed back, his hips driving circles inside of you. A meowl left your lips when Namjoon pushed his thick cock deep, bruising your spot, holding on his strong arms.

"B-But what will Hye-jin say?" you asked, trying your best to keep your eyes on him. He was delicious. The way his brows were forming a frown every time he was going deeper, the way he bit his fully bottom lip, his groans, his praises of how tight you were, of how good you were taking his cock, driving you insane.

You were so in love with this man, to the point you would do everything for him. For him and for his little four years old Hye-jin. His daughter, but not yours. At least, not in the blood line. But in real life? You saw her as your own daughter, blood from your blood, a piece of your own body and soul. She was such a good child, such a sweet and lovely babygirl. And the best part? She loved you. She loved you since day one, when Namjoon entered your office, holding her tiny hand.

She was dressed into a babyblue dress and her long dark hair was pulled into two cute ponytails. She was holding her teddy bear, with a force that scared you. "Is it okay if I took her too?" Namjoon asked then, an awkward and guilty smile playing on his face. "I took her from kindergarden and I don't have a person to leave her with."

You smiled so bright then and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. "It's alright, Namjoon. I love kids so much." You were his psychologist. Since his fianceé left him, after she gave birth to Hye-jin, saying she wants a life away of him and the new born baby. He found out that she was actually cheating on him, with his friend.

He kept on coming at you for three years, but you never got to see Hye-jin, though. But seeing her warmed your heart, making you feel so bad for her and Namjoon, wishing you could hold them both at your chest, trying to get away their pain. But even though you and Namjoon were more like friends now, you weren't formal around each other anymore, you couldn't do that.

Even if... you had feelings for him over two years, when he once gave you a scarf for Christmas, because he noticed you don't wear one and you were always complining of feeling cold.

Back to that day when you met Hye-jin, you were sitting on the armchair, Namjoon was laid back on the couch, you were ready to talk to him when "M-Miss...?" You looked down and were surprised to see the little Hye-jin, pulling on your shirt's sleeve, with her little hand.

"Yes, Hye-jin?" You asked, your warm voice making Namjoon shooked. You were so nice with his babygirl... "Need to pee-pee..." she said and Namjoon got up fast, holding her hand. You showed them the door, smiling. They were heading there, but then, Hye-jin turned around and ran to you with her small legs. "Can chu take care of Mr. Marshmallow?" She put the teddy bear on your lap, which you holded tight at your chest.

Nodding your head, you promised her to take care of him, receiving a cheeky smile from the little girl. She ran to the bathroom. "Appa , catch mwe!!" she yelled, but Namjoon was peetrified, staring at you. "Namjoon? Are you alright?"

"She never gives her teddy bear to anyone else..." he whispered.

So this is how things went back then. Now you were under him, making love with him, his strong arms wrapped around you, his face burried on the croock of your neck, leaving his love marks on your soft skin. How you two ended up here? He fell in love with you one night when, after one year of denying his feelings for you, thinking he will fuck up Hye-jin's life, he came at your door.

He was totally drunk, his eyes were red of tears and he was freezing from the cold wind. He told you back then, about how he couldn't forget about his ex, how he thought he had feelings for you, but he didn't want to risk on making his babygirl sad, since she was everything for him.

And even though you were madly in love with him, you understood him. You didn't kiss him like you wished that night. Instead of that, you said nothing and hugged him at your chest. Keeping him warm for the night, close to your heart, where he fell asleep. The next day, when you thought everything will be awkward, he asked you out.

"I-I am sure, Y/N..." he whispered, sucking your sweet spot, right behind your left ear and pushing his hips into you more, making you arch your back and moan loud. "I want you, babygirl." He said and rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper.

" I want all of you. " And again.

"You are all mine." And again.

"I'll make you mine." And again, until you clenched around him with no mercy, orgasm aproching you. "Say that you are mine, say that you want my babies, say that you want to have my beautiful baby in your womb!!!" He was groaning and panting, his orgasm so close. But he needed to know if you want him like he wants you, if you want a baby with him.

"F-fuck! Yes, Namjoon! Please! Give it to me...give me your babies...all of them, make me yours!" You screamed when he pushed his member into you, with a hard and deep move, balls burried, letting go of his warm seed inside of you. You both let go of a long moan, holding into each other, enjoying the wave of pleasure that was washing over you both.

Namjoon didn't pull out and instead of that, he pushed his face between your breasts, trying to catch his breath and planting soft kisses on your sweaty skin. You smiled softly and hugged his head, playing in his soft hair, happy that this wonderful man is all yours and you are his.

"You will be such a beautiful mom."

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Author's note: dear anon, it was supposed to be a drabble, I know 😅, but I really couldn't resist not writing a full fanfiction, I liked your idea way too much!! Hope you enjoyed it!!

With love, mochi!♡

Hi, may I please request the fluff ( with a bit of smut ) with J-Hope where reader is kinda tall but tiny (thin) and is insecure abt her small chest and Hobi makes it clear that she's perfect for him and that he loves her very much? Thank you so much 💞💞💞

☆Chocolate chips°•~🍫~

Jung Hoseok × reader;

husband!au;

Genre: fluff, smut, nsfw!, husband!au, husband!hoseok!, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, idol!au (only mentioned he is an idol);

WARNINGS: NSFW!, smut, mentions of self hate, issues, anxiety, tears (ALL THE BODIES ARE BEAUTIFUL, GURLS!!!!!), nipple playing, chocolate playing, breasts playing, french kissing, marking, hickeys, CHOKING(😌);

Description: You are a tall and thin girl and you were always concerned about your flat chest. But what happens when one day you get obssesed with Instagram girls and end up hating your body more? Hoseok is there to show you how perfect you are.

You were done with Instagram. For life. You kept scrolling on it all day long, at first, trying to find more posts about kittens and puppies, because you found them so adorable, but then you saw a picture of one of the idols you knew that Hoseok is listening to and likes.

"She is so skinny..." you said. "But look at her breasts..."

A sad feeling started to grow inside of you. At first it was her, then another post with another skinny girl, but with huge breasts and then many of them followed. You were exhused, mentally exhused. You threw your phone on the couch, not caring if it will fall off of it and break.

You went in front of the mirror, throwing off your cotton t-shirt. And there they were. Or weren't. Your breasts. Your small breasts, which you hated so much. You were always concerned about them, about how small they were beside the ones the other girls had.

Sitting from your profile, you almost sobbed when you saw nothing. You wanted to hit all the girls that kept on complaining about their watermelons , about their hips and curves. They were always jealous on how tall and thin you were, telling you how much they wished to have your body.

You scoffed. You looked like a boy into your eyes, so why would they want your body, when they looked like godesses. You couldn't even realise why Hoseok married you in first place. You- a nonkorean; you- who were almost as tall as he was; you- the girl with no curves; You used to love your body, until you started to date an idol. Is not like Hoseok was treating you bad, or without respect, calling you bad names.

No, Hoseok was exactly the opposite. He loved you so much and he loved your body. He used to praise you so much, making sure you are alright and happy. He wanted to make sure you are aware of how important and perfect you are to him. Your husband was all you ever asked for. Sweet, caring, a sunshine. He simply lives for making you feel happy and loved.

So this is why you didn't understand why such a perfect, amazing and generous person like him would love someone like you. Even to make love with you! And you remember how you never felt weird while sharing such an intimate moment with him, as I said, he was amazing.

Wiping your tears, which you didn't even realise you let out, you put back your t-shirt, not wanting to see your flat chest anymore, almost toring it apart, in frustration.

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Later on, you were cuddling with your husband. You formed a little ball, hidding yourself at his bare chest, his hand gently stroking your hair, the other one burried into the chocolate chips pack. He was smiling and eating the chips, enjoying the cartoons on the TV. He just got home from the boys, he used to visit them often, after she moved with you, sharing the apartment.

But Hoseok noticed how quiet you are. The moment he got home and wrapped his arms around you, tuging you closer at his chest, he saw you weren't smiling. He actually thought you are not happy to see him, for a second. When he asked you what happened, you put on a fake smile, which didn't escape him, as well, but he said nothing.

Now you were still silent, staring at his profile the whole time, examinating the way his jaw was moving while he was chewing the chips, the way he used to lick his lips after each one, down to his beautiful neck, to the veins of it which were so visible when he was mad or singing...

"Do I look like a boy?" You asked out of suddent, making him freeze on the half way of eating a chips. You were staring some where else, not wanting to know his answer. "What did you say?" he asked you and cupped your face, turning it, to make you look at him.

You slowly looked at him, trying to not let go of the tears you were holding. "Why would you think like this, Y/N?" he stroked your jaw with his thumb, titling his head. You were bitting your bottom lip, nibbling the soft flesh with your teeth, making it a mess of ripped skin and blood.

He softly pull it out by his thumb, giving it a soft suck, taking you by surprise. "B-Because I look like a boy. I don't have curves like other girls do, I am so tall and thin, a girl is supposed to be short and curvy- "

You were cut off by Hoseok's mouth crashing on yours. You widened your eyes, wanting to pull away of him, to ask him what happened, but he wrapped his veiny hand around your throat, giving it a slightly squeeze, his dirty fingers leaving chocolate marks on your delicate skin.

Hoseok sucked your bottom lip hard, his fingers pushing more into your skin, earning a gasp from you, which he didn't hesitate to push his warm tongue inside the cave of your mouth, meeting yours. With soft but same time possessive moves of his wet muscle, he touched your tongue, massaging and licking it, making you shiver and lean back on the arm of the couch, pulling him to you, by his arms. You softly moaned inside of his mouth when he started to explore your mouth, not leaving a place uncaressed.

Catching his tongue and sucking on it, making him groan in pleasure. Sticking his tongue out for you to suck on it as if you were sucking something else, making him closer his eyes and choke you harder, taking a moan from you, as well. Pulling away for you two to breathe, Hoseok planted kisses down your jaw, slighty nibbling on your skin.

"Y/N, babygirl...." he whispered on your neck, giving it kitty lick, collecting all the chocolate he left on it, making you shiver, goosebumps forming on your skin, covering your body. "You are perfect, just the way you are. I love you body so much, it always amazes me..." he whispered, between kisses and leaving love marks on your clear skin. (Clear- without marks, I am not talking about the skin tone.)

Your breath was messy, chest rising up and falling down back, blood rushing in your cheeks. Right when you wanted to complain and tell him how wrong he is, Hoseok lifted up your t-shirt, exposing your torso. You gasped and tried to cover yourself but he pinned your hands on both sides of your head, cocking a brow at you.

"Don't you dare cover yourself, my beautiful girl!" His voice was soft but yes serious, same as his voice. Sweet but determinated, imposing, making you listen to him and keep your hands beside your head. "Good girl~" he said and kissed you once more.

But you couldn't respond the kiss, because in one second, Hoseok's face was on your chest, placing open mouthed kisses of your chest and small breasts, making you blush even more. "These breasts are perfect for me!" he said and cupped them, giving them a firm squeeze, making you arch your back to meet his hands.

He smirked and sucked the spot of your neck, leaving a huge and visible mark on it, making you moan in pleasure. Massaging one of your breasts, he stared down at your beautiful face. You had your eyes closed, enjoying the way he was playing with your nipples, rubbing them between his index finger and thumb, slightly pulling on it, pinching the little bud, making it erected.

"These beautiful breasts are all mines. No matter of they are big or small, round or not,no matter if you are curvy or not, you are all mine and this is all that matters." You heard him saying, before getting out a chocolate chips. You frowned and stared at him. Was he really gonna eat right then?!

But Hoseok used it to circle your soft nipples, coaxing them in melted chocolate, making you gasp and him to smirk. Pushing the chips into your mouth, making you eat it, Hoseok started at his art work. Rubbing his full of chocolate fingers on your breasts, spreading it everywhere, he was adoring you.

And you felt so shy, but same time so sexy in front of him. How couldn't you anyway? When he was staring at you with so much adoration, venerating your body. "Oh baby you did such a mess. I guess I have to devour these chocolate chips!"

Hoseok's tongue touched the skin of your chest, trailing circles on it and around your nipple, collecting the chocolate and making you squirm under him, soft whimpers leaving your parted lips. He smirked against your skin and took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard.

"A-Ah, Hoseok..." you said, burring your hands into his hair, holding in his soft locks, while his mouth was working on your nipples. It felt so good to have his mouth stimulating you so well, caressing your soft nipples, sucking and softly nibbling on them.

You were a moaning mess, arching your back so he will take more. He opened his mouth and took your whole titt into his mouth, sucking it so hard, moving his wet muscle on nipple in fast motion. You pulled on his hair, shutting your eyes tight.

"See?" He said, licking his lips and staring down at you. You opened your eyes slowly, staring at his full of chocolate lips and rising an eyebrow at him.

"Your titts are delicious!" he said.

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Author's note: @soft-hobi-hours love, sorry for taking this long, I've been busy! I really enjoyed writing this, I really hope you like it!!!! ♡

My requests are always open, feel free to send me requests for drabbles and truth or dare with BTS!

Can you write about Jin teaching reader how to bake? I think it'd be really cute ❤

"Baby girl, nooo..." Seokjin whined, seeing the mess you did on the counter.

He left you for ten minutes alone, when he went to the nearest shop, because you were running out of sugar and toilet paper. When he came back home, he dropped all of the items on the white floor of his kitchen, his mouth wide opened.

You were full of flour, so did the counter and the floor. You stared at your husband, Seokjin and put on for him the most innocent smile you could make. "J-Jinnie..." you said, using your sweetest voice.

"What have you done here?!" He asked, blinking many times, not wanting to belive such a mess is, his usually- so cleaned- beautiful kitchen. He aproched you, action which made you back off one step.

"I-I can explain!" you said, walking some more steps back, while he was getting closer and closer, looking like he is gonna use you as the chopping board. Seokjin reached for you, pulling you to him by your full of dough arm, keeping you close in his warm embrace.

You dropped your spoon, shooked by his suddent behavior. Wrapping your arms around his strong and thick neck, you laughed when he lift you up from the ground, spinning with you, making you scream.

"Seokjin! Put me down!" You said, trying to escape. Seokjin stopped then, pressing his lips on yours, into a sweet and lovely kiss, which blowed your mind every time, his pink and velvety like lips making you feel like in cloud nine.

"Let me teach you, my babygirl. You know I can cook like a master!" He mumbled, between soft pecks on your plushed lips, his big hands on your hips, driving circles with his thumbs on the exposed skin, the rised up t-shirt left.

You frowned. "I can do it myself! I am a big girl!" you frowned more and gave your husband a huge, mad pout. "Do you really want your mom to taste fried cupcakes, with salt?" He titled his head, staring at you, amusement on his face.

"Salt...?" You asked, confused. "No, I used sugar-

Seokjin's beautiful laugh filled up the room, making you want to smack his head. "Yah! Why are you laughing?!" You asked, slightly pushing on his strong shoulder, making him laugh harder.

"You added salt, baby. I went to buy sugar, remember?"

Suddently, you were not sure of your cooking anymore. "Damn it!" You mumbled, propting your hands on your hips, making Seokjin hug you closer. "Let me help you!!!" He whined and started to act like a kid.

"Fine! Fine!" you finally agreed.

The next thing you knew was your ass into the flour, which was messing up his precious counter. Seokjin let your thighs go, before you could realise what he just did. He put you on the counter, right into the flour.

"This is because you messed up my precious kitchen!"

He said, faking a sob.

Author's note: Dear anon who requested this months ago, I AM REALLY SORRY!😭💖 If you are still here, on my small blog, please reply to this post or just sent me an ask!!! I wanna know you!

Hi lovely mochi, would you mind writing one abt husband Hobi comforting reader after emotionally rough day? You don't have to, but I'd honestly cheer me up a bit 💞 thank you so much, sending love 💜

As if it wasn't enough of what happened in the morning, or the fact your battery ran low and your phone died, now it was raining. You groaned in frustration when some rain drops fell on your nose, followed by other hundred ones, wetting your thin summer dress and your brand bag, the one your dear husband, Hoseok, bought for you.

Your shared apartment was some streets away, one of your high heels was broken, now, hanging in your hand, so you couldn't run either. Sighing, you walked under the hard rain, shivering and crying.

At this point you weren't sure if your cheeks were wet of your tears or because of the abudant rain, when you entered your apartment.

"Babygirl, did where have you been?! I couldn't contact you- " Hoseok ended the phrase with a high pitched scream, realising in which state you were, in front of him.

"What happened?!" He asked you, worried, hurrying up to wrap a blanket around you, pulling you to his chest, where you broke into tears. Your shoulders were shaking while you let out a lot of hard sobs. At this point, Hoseok was worried about you, thinking of the worst.

Trying to get away your trembling hands, which where covering your sad and wet face, Hoseok forced you to look at him. "Y/N, jagiya... what happened?!" He was breathing hard as well, doesn't really knowing if he wanted to find out or not.

What if someone harmed you? What if you saw an accident?! What if you lost the baby?!

"Is the baby alright?!" He asked, placing one of his huge hands on your 6 weeks baby, who's little heart was beating in your womb.

"N-No. The baby i-is fine. I just ..." you showed him the broken heel in your hand. "I-I, my boss fired me, my hell broke while coming back home, I walked into the rain to our block." You were sobbing hard, honestly, you looked deplorable.

Hoseok understood then. You needed him. He took the heel out of your hand and set it on the table, from beside you two. Then he kneeled and took of your damages shoes, placing a kiss on each of your foot, trailing his soft lips up your legs, kissing your knees and following am invisible path up on one of your thighs.

You gasped of the gentle contact of his lips, on your cold and wet skin, a blush creeping on your cheeks. Getting up, Hoseok placed your arms around his strong neck, lifting you up from the ground, carrying you like a princess, straight to the bathroom, where he took of your wet clothes and turned on the warm water of the shower.

Carefully placing you under the water pressure, he stripped off his own clothes and entered the cabin, behind you, placing one hand on your little womb and the other one on your neck, letting your head fall back, on his shoulder. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold, his skin gently stroking your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"If you think better..." he whispered, placing a wet kiss on your right shoulder.

You hummed, waiting for him to continue. "It was better that you heel got broken. I told you it isn't good for a pregnant woman to wear high heels!"

And for the first time that day, you smiled.

@soft-hobi-hours 💖

All in My Head (Jungkook x You ONESHOT)

Thankyou for the request anon! I am not sure if this is the way you wanted the story would go but I had so much fun writinmg it. hope you like it! :)

A/N: and keep those requests coming in guys! especially those song based ones (it doesnt have to be, though). I always have fun writing requests

MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

Something you have always wanted to be.

Something you have always dream of.

But its something you know wont ever come true.

Until today.

As you looked at the handsome man who is impeccably dressed in a black suit standing in front of you at the altar, you slowly pinched yourself to checked for the nth time that this is not just another one of your vivid day dream.

Its your wedding day. And you are marrying Jeon Jungkook. Your best friend who you have been in love with for years. Its supposed to be the happiest day of your life. The most joyful experience a girl can ever have. But when Jungkook looked at you with his dark obsidian eyes, void of any emotions while he slipped on the ring on your shaking finger, your marriage ring that will bound the two of you for eternity, only then you remembered that this is not the fairytale you had always wished for. Jungkook is not here, marrying you, own his own will.

Your marriage was arranged.

And Jungkook hates and blames you for it.

There was no loving hugs or kisses after the two of you were married, only polite nods and formal greetings to the guests. Jungkook wanted to keep the wedding small, only inviting close friends and relatives as he told you to keep the fact that you are married from the media a while longer. Although you heart breaks thinking about how Jungkook really hates the fact that he’s married to you to the point he is keeping it a secret from everyone, you still meekly agreed to each and every one of his condition.

As long as you still become Jeon Jungkook’s wife.

Jungkook swing opened the double doors to your new marriage home, a pent house at one of the most expensive building in the city, a gift from the both of your parents who is the most happiest to finally get their two children together.

“So… this is home,” he said as he walked in, placing the suitcases on the floor. “You like it?” you paced around the huge living area and look out from the ceiling to floor windows that lined the walls, exposing the night scenery of the city.

“I do. Its beautiful,” you whispered as you turned to looked at him. Your husband. The reality of this very fact still sounds unreal to you. “Jungkook. We-”

Jungkook akwardly cleared his throat and cut whatever it is you were intending to say.

“Erm so why dont you go freshen up or take a bath first, its late and I’m sure you are already tired,” you dropped your gaze to the floor and gave a slow nod before making your way to your bedroom. After you had a long refreshing bath, you opened you suitcase that has been pre packed for you by your mother, only too find hundreds of neatly folded pieces of various types of lingerie and nighties.

Is she crazy? What am I supposed to do with all this? This is fit for someone’s wedding nigh- wait. It is my wedding night. Should I?

You thought to yourself as you turned and run your fingers through the delicate multicoloured laces and silks, each piece only making your face warm up in embarassement. After pondering for a moment on your next move, you finally decided to just go for it. Jungkook and you are married after all, and he is a man. You nervously reached out for the most modest design, well as modest as a scrap of lace can be, a black set and hurriedly putting in on before covering yourself with a matching, barely covering anything robe. You tidied up the rest of the room, spritz on some perfume and sat nervously at the corner or the bed, waiting for your husband to finally join you. After the longest 30 minutes wait of your life, Jungkook finally walked in, hands busy trying to put on his jacket.

“Y/N, I-” he stopped when he sees the what you are currently clad in and gave you the once over, his eyes lingering all over your body, causing you to blushed a crimson red. “Oh,”

“I…uh.. ah, I have been waiting for you,” you slowly told him, feeling embarassed beyond belief. Would he think you are just embarassing yourself? What if he this is not his style? What if he dont like it? Should you change?

Jungkook run his tounge on his bottom lips and scratch the back of his neck. “I… I just came in to tell you that I’m going out for a while. I’ll be late. Dont wait up,” he informed you before quickly exiting the room and the apartment, leaving you alone and stunned by his unexpected reaction. You just sat there, unable to move, pulling the robe tighter around your yourself to cover your body as much as you can as you feel the hot tears start to trinkled down your face.

Did your husband just left you alone on your wedding night?

The sinister thoughts stayed with you the whole night until you wake up the next morning, only to find a cold empty space beside you, a sign that Jungkook didnt even bother returning home the night before.

Guess I should stop thinking about you all the time

You flicked through the channel and stop at some entertainment news after you had your breakfast. Alone. You dont know where Jungkook is and you are not sure if you are allowed to call and ask him about it. Would it just pissed him off?

You wonder where he is. Is he safe? Who is he with? Is he with the boys? Does he have a schedule today? Have he eaten? You shake your head to get the thoughts of him out from your mind. Jungkook has been your best friends for years, and you have been in love with him ever since you can ever remember. Being in love with a well sought after idol is really the best way to inflict pain on yourself when you have to see and listen to him talked about his latest conquest for the week, or sometime even for jusy the night. You always plastered on the brightest smile you can muster and act like the supportive best friend that you are, wishing that you he will one day see you that way.

Sometimes you cursed yourself for self inflicting the pain of loving him onto yourself. You told yourself to stop thinking about him all the time, but the effort never fruitful. Thoughts of him always plagued your mind like a disease without a cure. You thought you are doomed for eternity, forever loving someone who will never reprocicate your feelings, until both of your parents dropped the news of the arranged marriage, taking the both of you by surprised. You were shocked when Jungkook didnt put out any fighy, but instead seems to willingly agree with it, although he is nonchalant about the whole thing. You on the other hand are overjoyed. You are going to marry Jungkook, and right then, it doesnt matter if its arranged. Jungkook is your best friend, the two of you will make the marriage work. You are sure you will. Nothing could go wrong.

Or so you thought.

I see you with her and it crushes me inside

Your thoughts were interrupted when the TV screen changed and showed a video of your husband, from the night before. Apparently he spend the whole night at the club celebrating his alleged girlfriend’s birthday. There were rumors about them being together, even before the two of you were married. You had asked him about it once but he just shrugged and didnt give you any straight answer  The screen changed again to show Jungkook and Nara, snuggling againsts each other, laughing and drinking with their friends while answering some of the reporter’s questions. You quickly clicked the off button, turning the TV off and try to calm your shattered heart that is beating rapidly. You can feel the tears stinging the back of your eyes, struggling to get out.

So that is where you went on our wedding night.

The thought crushes every part of your being and you can no longer held back your tears and finally let it flow freely down your face.

Maybe this is what I needed maybe this is a sign Maybe I’ve been blind to reality baby tell me

You finally woke up from your curled up form on the couch after hours of crying over Jungkook and trying to sooth your broken heart. All this while, you thought by being married to you, he would at least try to stay loyal, dropping the girls he always took home before. You are, after all, not just some random girl. You are his best friend.You thought, he would at least respect that. That maybe in time Jungkook would learn how to love you.

But you thought wrong.

The marriage is only something he has to do to pleased his parents, and definitely nothing more.

As the images of Jungkook and Nara flashes in your mind, you realized that there is no point in hoping for the relationship to go anywhere anymore. This is the sign you have been waiting for. Jungkook doesnt love you, and he never will.

Maybe its really finally time for you to get over him.

Every little glance my way Every time you wanted to hang You seemed so interested

You tried your hardest to push your feelings aside. Trying not to show Jungkook any sign that you are hurting. You and Jungkook only exchanged akward greetings here and there during breakfast and dinner, and on the rare occassion that he’s actually home, he will usually spent the night in his little work room or slept the couch. Your heart ached everytime you thought about how he rather sleep on an uncomfortable couch than spend the night sharing a bed with you.

Where did it all went wrong?

The two of you used to be so close. And this marriage ruined everything.

You sighed as you stabbed your already limp piece of pancake, drenched in syrup.

“Hey… you okay?” Jungkook’s voice startled you. He sounds so careful, as if he is afraid to talk to you.

“Yea.. yeah. Just a lot on my mind,” you give a quiet reply before shoving a big piece in your mouth. Jungkook looks closer at you and cleared his throat.

“I.. um, we are having a break since promotion season is over,” he breaks the silence. You raised your eyes to met his, who is already staring at you. You can feel your heart beat faster. There is no way in hell you will ever get over him. Its never going to happen. “And I thought… maybe we can spend more time together. You know, hanging out like we used to?”

You almost choked on your pancake at his suggestion. The two of you has been akward with each other ever since your wedding, barely saying a word to each other, and now he suddenly wants to hang out?

“What do you say? We are, first and foremost, best friends before we are husband and wife Y/N,” he grinned at you, flashing his bunny like smile that you had missed. You ponder on his suggestion for a moment before finally agreeing with a smile.

“Yes Jungkook, that would be nice,”

Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head

True to his promise, Jungkook spend his time with you just like the old days. He still do sleeps in his work room or the couch, but at least the conversations were no longer akward, the house is no longer silent, but instead is filled with teasing and laughter.

All thoughts of Nara and the way he just left you on your wedding night dissappeared from your mind, replaced by the smiling Jungkook in front of you. Since your marriage is still kept a secret from the public, most of your activities includes eating take aways while watching old sitcom reruns, competing against each other in video games, which Jungkook always wins and watching late night movies until you accidentally fell asleep in his embraced a few times. You could not have been happier. Everything is finally falling into place. Your marriage is working out so well, its surreal, making you wonder if this is all real or just a friction of your imagination.

“Thankyou Jungkook,” you beamed at him one night while sitting on the couch beside him. He smiled back at you, reaching to carress your cheek.

“What for?”

“For spending time with me. Like we used to,”

“Of course Y/N. Nothing is going to change between us just because we are married,” his hands keeps carressing your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning in into his touch. After a few moment of silence, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. Eyes so deep it feels like he is lookong straight into your soul. You take the chance and looked back into the doe eyes of the man you love so much.

“Jungkook… I…..This feelings I’m having… These weird chemistry I’m sensing between us…Please tell me if its really real? Or am I just imagining things? Is this all only in my head?” you finally find the courage to ask him the question that has been burning at the back of your mind for years. Jungkook’s gaze didnt falter as he continued to stare into your eyes, taking in your features as his hands keeps on carressing your hair.

“Y/N, I-” he didnt get to finished his sentence when his phone rang, breaking the moment. Both of you snapped back into reality as he fumbled to answer the call.

“Yes hello? What? Okay, I’ll be right there,” he quickly stands up and gather his jacket.

“Jungkook, whats wrong?” panic surged through you as you saw how disheveled he seems after the call.

“Nara. She’s in trouble. I need to go,” Jungkook quickly exited the door and slammed it shut, not looking back or even bothering to wait for your respond.

“Oh… okay. Stay safe Kookie…” you softly whispered at the empty apartment as you slide down further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the spot where Jungkook used to be.

She’s so pretty you two look so great

You were awaken a few hours later to find yourself had fallen asleep on the couch after Jungkook left. The front lock jiggles and you peeked your sleepy head at the door.

“Jungkook? Are you back? Is Nara ok-” you dont need to finish your question as your husband stumbled in carrying a drunk Nara, helping her up by hugging her tightly by the waist. You felt you heart ache at the scene. Even while drunk, Nara looked so beautiful in real life compared to what you always sees on TV. No wonder your playboy husband chose her out of his many girls, as his girlfriend. They are a perfect match for each other. Complementing each other in every way.

“Do..do you need help?” you asked, standing up and akwardly fiddling with your hands.

“No. Its fine. I just need to change her and clean her up a little,” your eyes bulged. Change her? But you didnt dare to say anything. “I’m going to take her into our bedroom, since its more comfortable. Do you mind sleeping outside today?” Jungkook asked but not bothering to wait for a respond as he is already about to close the door.

“Yes, I guess…”

You stood there stunned. Jungkook himself have never slept in your marital bed, and the first time he’s doing so, he is doing it with a drunk Nara.

He is just helping her. Nothing is going on.

You quickly wiped your tears and prepared yourself a place to sleep on the couch, curling yourself into a ball under your blanket, pushing all thoughts of your husband with another girl in your bed right now.

Was it real or was it fake? Was it all a mistake? Boy, I just gotta know was it all in my head, all in my head?

That night, apparently, doesnt seem to be the only night Jungkook ran out to rescue Nara and bringing her back, drunk, to your room. In fact it happened almost every week. You have given up all hopes that you and Jungkook would ever care enough about your feelings to see how much you are hurting by his actions. You are sure now that the feelings and chemistry you felt night between the two of you is just another one sided moment in your head. Jungkook doesnt feel anything.

He never did. He never will.

You are even more sure when he promised to celebrate your birthday with a simple romantic dinner for two at home. You slaved all day to create the perfect meal. Although its your birthday, you wanted to cooked for your husband on your special night and hoping that this night will erased all the unpleasant events that occured recently because of Nara.

Jungkook called to tell you that he will be a little late as the boys wanted to do one last practice round before ending the day. You decide to use that to your advantage and take your time to perfected your outfit, hair and makeup. You wanted to look beautiful for Jungkook tonight. You are going to find out once and for all if the chemistry you felt between the two of you are for real or is only a make believe in your head.

You are going to tell him you love him.

You waited for him, rearranging the dinner table multiple times, anxious, nervous and excited for his return. But one hour turned to two, turned to three and four, and when its official he is more than seven hours late, you know he’s not coming. You blew off the candle and start to clean up the food, not even bothering to hide the fact that you are crying anymore when the door finally opened, revealing Jungkook and of course, staggering by his side, Nara.

You just stare at the door, no longer interested to say anything. To be honest, you had already had expected it. Of course he would be with his girlfriend on your special day.

“Y/N, hey. I-” Jungkook stopped in his tracks when he saw how you are beautifully dressed, with a ruined makeup because of your tears and your now messy hair, cleaning the table that’s supposed to be the main event of the night. He stumbled a little with Nara’s weight on his shoulders, trying to get closer to you.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know I promised and I know you waited for me. But Nara, she-”

“Its fine Jungkook. Its always Nara. I know,” you cutted him off, no energy left to fight or even listen to his explanations. “Just take her to the room like you usually do. Not like you ever ask me if I’m okay with it in the first place,” you turned and start to continue cleaning the table.

“Y/N please. Its not like that. I-”

“It’s my birthday Jungkook, and my only wish right now is to not hear you talk or see you tonight,” you looked straight into his eyes with your cold ones, sending shivers to his spine before spinning on your heels and turned away.

Time for me to move on now it was probably just a silly crush anyway But I just cant help but think that we, we could’ve had something

Jungkook woke up the next morning from the couch in the bedroom, stretching his body, feeling exhausted, to see Nara stirring on the couch, slowly waking up from her drunken night.

“Hey, feeling better?” Nara rubbed her temples and nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks again Kookie. I’m sorry I have been such a nuisance lately. Thankyou for always be here for me,” she leaned in and gives him a kiss on the cheek, making him winced. “I’ll should get going now,” she quickly grabbed her things and make her way out. Jungkook immediately make his way outside, only to find the apartment eerily empty. Silent. You will usually be out whenever Nara slept over, but there is always trcaes of you left. A dirty cereal bowl in the sink, a simple breakfast for him under on the table or the faint smell of coffee. But not this time. There were no traces of you anywhere. He scratched his head, wondering where might you have gone to. He wanted to have a long serious talk with you today. Its finally time to make his feelings known.

He stumble his way to the kitchen, figuring he needs a hot cup of coffee to straigthen his mind when he saw a note left on the counter in your handwriting.

Jungkook,

Being your wife has always been a dream of mine, but I know now the reality will never be as beautiful as the dream. Maybe I’m just better suited to stay only as your best friend. With that being said, I’m applying for a divorce.

I will be coming to collect my things in the next few days.

Y/N

“A divorce? No no no. This cant be happening,” Jungkook shakes his head and crumpled the paper, throwing it away to try and released a bit of his anger. He needs to find you. There is no way in hell he is letting this happen without talking to you first.

Did you ever feel the same? Was my mind just playing games? Boy, I just gotta know was it all in my head, all in my head?

You tip toed inside the apartment. You had call the company and check Jungkook’s schedule in advanced before deciding to come and collect your things. Leaving Jungkook was the hardest decision you have ever made, and you know all your determination will crumble down if you ever see his beautiful face again. Once you arrived in the bedroom, you open the suitcase that is still half filled with the unused lingerie. You looked at them with sadness, memory of your wedding night came back, making you more convinced that what you are doing is the right decision. You looked around the room and start to grabbed everything of yours that you can see and toss it in the suitcase. Organizing can be done later. You need to get out of here as fast as you can.

“What the hell do you think you are doing Y/N?” you frozed. Shit, Jungkook’s home. You summoned all the courage you have left and put on a brave face before facing him.

“Arent you supposed to be in practice?”

“I didnt feel like it,” his answer is short and leave no room for argument. “Besides, someone from the company told me that my wife calls and ask about my schedule today. So I figured maybe my wife needed something at home, so I rather be home and wait for her than staying in a room, sweating my ass off with six other boys,” he starts to walk closer with painfully slow steps, eyes boring into your statued figure.

“Erm, I-”

“Did you really think they wouldnt tell me if my wife calls Y/N? Hmm?” Jungkook is right in front of you now, his hands reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You flinched.

“I didnt think you told anybody that you were married except for the members Jungkook,” you replied back, eyes staring back into his, not backing down although he can see you are starting to shake. He chuckled.

“What? Why would you think I’m hiding you? Keeping you a secret on purpose?” you let out a snort at that and pushed him away, continuing to toss your things inside your suitcase.

“Isnt that what you are doing? You wanted a small wedding, hidden from everyone, you dont allow me to tell anyone about us, not even my friends! Just so you can continue to be all sickeningly sweet with your girlfriend, without the pressure of people knowing that you are someone’s husband, isnt that right?” you scoffed. You dont care about Jungkook’s feelings anymore. You are tired of being heart broken. You just want to get over all this, over him and move on with your life. “Well, guess what Jungkook, you are free now. The divorce will be finalized soon and I will stop getting in your way,”

“Wait,” Jungkook raised a hand, shaking his head and he looked shocked. “Is that what you think I’m doing all this while? Hiding you because I want to be with Nara?”

“What am I supposed to think Jungkook?” you sighed as you tossed a bottle of your perfume in the suitcase, frustrated with him. Why is he acting as if he doesnt know what he did? What kind of games is he playing with you now? “You didnt want to marry me remember? You were only doing it because you have to. Having to give up your throng of women and your girlfriend, for someone like me,” you scoffed again while you look at his bewildered face. “Even I would hate me for that. You hide our relationship from everyone. You brought back Nara to our house almost every night and slept with her in our marital bed, which, by the way, you left me alone in, on our wedding night, where I embrassingly presented myself to you, which of course, you are disgusted with,” the memory from that night still makes you cringe, “you probably have more beautiful women to pleased you every night, right? So you tell me Jungkook, what am I supposed to think?” Your eyes flickered softly across his face. Looking at the face you love so much while saying out loud all the things that he did to you only makes the whole thing becoming even more real. You sighed and quickly collect the rest of your things before pulling out another small suitcase when Jungkook just kept silent. You need to get your packing done as fast as you can and get out from here.

“You know…” you eyes runs over his face and settled at his doe eyes, “I love you Jungkook,” you admitted softly. There is no point in hiding it anymore. You are letting everything out once and for all today, and maybe then you can finally moved on.

“Wh.what?”

“I love you. There, I said it. I have loved you, wanted you for as long as I can even remembered,” you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. “I know you wont ever love me back,  how can you? You are so perfect… and just look at me,” you dropped down on the bed, sitting beside your opened suitcase. You are emotionally drained, you dont even have anymore tears to cry,  "but on those days when you look at me deep in the eyes, or when you seems so happy to hang out with me, it just sends me a ray of hope, that maybe, just maybe you might see me as more than just your friend,“ Your eyes lowered to your lap before flicking back to his face and stood up, preparing to get your suitcases out. Jungkook is still statued to the same spot, but his hands are now balled into fist by his side.

“Tell me just this once Jungkook. Do you ever feel the same about me? Do you think you ever will? Was I only imagining things all this while? Is it all just in my head?” your voice is barely above a whisper, looking at him with tired eyes. “I’m sorry, but I cant do this anymore. I cant torture my own heart anymore. Seeing you with someone else while being your wife… that is just the last straw. I’m sorry Jungkook,” you carried your suitcases and start to make your way out but Jungkook stopped you, making your bags dropped to the floor. He looked at you with dark eyes, filled with anger…and lust?

“Are you done?” He growled and didnt wait for your answer. “Now you listen to me,” he slowly walks closer towards you, making you walk backwards, trying to get away from his intimidating steps. He lets out a sinister laugh.

“You really do like to just assume whatever you want about me dont you, Y/N? You never think about how I felt. I thought you should know me better, being my best friend and all,” he snickered at you.

“I wanted a small wedding because I dont want to get caught up in the media circus. I dont want you to be exposed to my fans, I dont want you to get hurt. It would kill me if you get hurt because of me. I dont care how big the wedding is, as long as by the end of the day you become my wife, then that’s all that matters,” your mouth formed into an O shaped, surprised at what he’s saying. “And have it ever come out from my mouth that I dont want to marry you? You said I’m doing it because I have to, but does it ever occured to you that I actually wanted to?”

“I…urm-”

“Of course not. You only assumed the worse of me Y/N,” he lets out a bark of laughter, but it lacks any form of humour to your ears. “If you had only asks me, then you will know,” he continue to close the gap between the two of you, making you flatten yourself to the wall behind you, trying to avoid him  "how,“ closer, "much I,” closer, “actually,” closer “want,” he closes the gap, “you,”

His face is directly in front of you now, caging you in, his breath feels warm across your face. You closed your eyes and tilted your face to the right, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Wh…what about Nara? If you really wanted to marry me, you wouldnt still be with Nara,” you managed to stutter out your words. Jungkook cupped your chin and turned you to face him.

“I’m really sorry about Nara. But Y/N, there’s nothing going on with me and Nara. Never have and never will. She is my closest acquintance from the industry. People like to gossip us together. She’s having a hard time lately since her company ended her contract, that’s why she’s always getting drunk. I’m only helping her. We didnt do anything Y/N. We didnt even sleep on the same bed. I only stayed in the room because she tends to wake up and throw up in the middle of the night when she’s shit drunk,” his warm breath hits your face with every word he said, making you shiver. “And if you would have bother to wait every morning, you will find that she actually wanted to meet you, my wife, to say her thanks and apologized,”

Saying you were shocked was an understatement. All this while you thought Jungkook and Nara were really a couple. They were so close even before you were married. Those lingering looks and secret touches you saw between them, are they all only in you head?

“But…but, you didnt want to be with me Jungkook. You left me alone on our wedding night to be with her. Even when I’m already waiting for you. Ready to give myself to you…” the embarassing reminder from that night brought tears to your eyes. Jungkook softly wiped those tears that rolled down your cheeks with his thumb.

“If only you knew how much I have always wanted you Y/N. I have longed for you for so long, but I’m afraid to ruin our friendship. What we had is special to me. And now you are my wife,all ready, willing and mine for the taking. You really dont know what you do to me Y/N, ” he let out a staggered breath. “Seeing you dressed like that just for me that night, I almost went crazy. You didnt know how much restrained it took me to not just take you right then and there, making love to you all night long until you cant remember anything else other than my name,” the suggestive words that he whispered to your ears makes your whole body shivers, sending tingling feelings straight to your core. Is Jungkook really saying all these things to you?

“Why…why didnt you then?”

Jungkook smirked at your bold question before his eyes turns soft. “I was afraid Y/N. How can someone so innocent and pure like you wants to be with someone like me? I dont know how to touch you, how to love you. All those women I’ve been with, they are just distractions to get my mind of you. Someone I never thought I could have. I’m afraid that I will ruined you, corrupt you with someone unworthy like me. I dont think I deserve you Y/N. I stil dont,” he finally admitted. Your eyes widen at his confession. How is someone as perfect as him thinks he doesnt deserve you?

“Jungkook… you are everything I have ever wanted,” you whispered to him, finding the strength to raised your hand and touch his cheek. He held your hand against him and leaned in into your touch, closing his eyes and just enjoying it.

“I love you so much Y/N. Being asked to marry you is the greatest thing that had happened to me. I’m sorry for hurting you all these years, when what I have always wanted to do is to hold you close and kiss you every time that I can,” he opened his eyes and stare at you with his doe ones. You smiled at him. “I love you Y/N. I promised I will make it up to you for the rest of your life, as your husband, if you would still have me,”

“I love you Jeon Jungkook, of course I will” you said between your smile. Never in a million years would you thought that Jungkook will be saying those three little words back to you and now he is saying it, repeatedly, making your heart beats so fast it almost burst.

Could you tell me was it real or was it all in my head Was it real or was it all in my head

“And to answer to your question, no Y/N, its not all in your head. I am desparately head over heels in love with you, my best friend, my lover, my wife, my everything,” he grinned, teasing you by answering the question you didnt even remember asking anymore. You slapped his chest and pulled him close.

“Shut up and just kiss me,”

“With pleasure,” he whispered back before finally capturing his lips with yours.

No matter how many times I’ve read this fic, I still keep coming back, because I love CEO au’s, let’s be honest, and second, husband yoongi just hits different to my soft heart! 🥺 I love this one shot so much that I would want a whole series, this is so good, especially the way it is written, also the way yoongi protects her behind the scenes is just so sexy, I loved & love every bit of this fic, thankyou for writing this.

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Summary: Being the wife of a world famous CEO can be tough - there’s always press, media, paparazzi, public appearances, reputation, all that. But when you’re the wife of an insanely attractive CEO? Watch out for online threats, insulting social media posts, and ridiculously high social standards. Oh wait, you’re also the COO of your husband’s company? Oh dear… At least your husband knows how to make you relax at the end of the day.

Genre: CEO!AU, Office!AU, Marriage!AU, Established Relationship!AU, Fluff, Fluff-Smut, Slight Angst

Pairings: CEO! Min Yoongi x COO! Reader, CEO! Min Yoongi x Wife! Reader, Husband! Min Yoongi x COO! Reader, Husband! Min Yoongi x Wife! Reader

Warnings: Cursing/Swearing, Death Threats, Dangerous Behaviour/Mindset (The Wives are Just a Little But Crazy), Mild Cyber Warfare (Just Some Hacking), Smut, Graphic Mentions of Past Sexual Activities, Rough/Mildly Possessive Sex, Mild Inclusions of Vanilla Sex

Word Count: 2,314

Written: January 2, 2021, Posted: March 31, 2022

Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Owner of a multibillion dollar company. He’s also attractive and young, the perfect package. To most women, it doesn’t even matter that he’s married. As far as they’re concerned, he’s free game to flirt with. They’re always praying and hoping he’ll leave his wife even though deep down, they know they’re wrong.

The only threat they see, is that Min Yoongi’s wife helps him run his company. She’s high on the food chain and is, unfortunately for them, a woman who’s not just successful, but also extremely attractive. She is Yoongi’s other half, something they notice when they look at the young CEO. They can tell he didn’t just marry her for her looks or for a business deal, he married her for love. Min Yoongi was a genuine man after all, and he didn’t try to hide it, from his speech patterns with people he did and didn’t like, all the way to his mannerisms no matter how many eyes were on him.

Min Yoongi didn’t believe in fake personas. He was the embodiment of authenticity, and if he didn’t like you, you would promptly be made aware of it.

And Min Y/N, oh, Min Y/N does not fade into the background, either. She is one of the most sought after women in the world. Absolutely gorgeous and extremely intelligent, she makes heads turn on the street and in the galas and events she attends.

She’s a person who works extremely hard and values integrity and honesty as well as trust and loyalty. She wears her name with pride and is open about how special her bond with her husband is.

She is always first in clarifying that any achievements made in their company is due to the hard working employees and likewise, Yoongi never fails to credit that any accomplishment made by the heads of organization are always the result of a special kind of teamwork that comes from his and his wife’s love.

“No award is ever the accomplishment of one person alone,” Yoongi remembers his wife stating in an interview, “there’s so many people and so many minds at work here, most of which you cannot see when unveiling the final product. But it does not mean they are not or never were there.”

Y/N also remembers very clearly a statement made by Yoongi in the same interview. “My wife is not to be discredited in any way.” He had retorted to the interviewer who had tried to paint his wife as someone who did not contribute to the company other than her looks, “She inspires me, just as I inspire her. We are like two gears, both needing to support each other in order to keep living and moving. You stop one, you also stop the other, which means you stop the entire machine from moving ever again.”

Min Yoongi was protective of his wife. That same interview had ended in Yoongi grabbing her hand and storming out after that final statement accompanied by a threat at the interviewer to never insult his wife ever again. It must also be kept in mind that similar to this lie many other incidents resulting in a very angry Yoongi followed by a night of rough and yet sensual sex to calm you both down and give you time to ravish each other endlessly with whispers and promises of love being thrown into the comfort of the night where nobody except the two of you can hear them.

These instances of public statements, - all of these statements made openly where you both talk of your love and get lost in each other as if the rest of the world has simply disappeared, - these are the moments that end up fueling the other women who sought Yoongi as well as the men who want Min Y/N. They want what you give each other and they’re desperate enough to the point where they’d do dangerous things get it.

This time, however, it was a particular group of women, - other wives of millionaires and billionaires who always spend time together, - who decided to take their desires to a dangerous level.

Seeing as Y/N is either always protected or near Yoongi, these women have only one other option to hurt her - messages. Messages through letters, digital messages, emails, notes on her desk at her work, and even special deliveries with handwritten notes.

They started arriving about a month ago for the first time. And when the first one came to your desk, you brushed it off soon enough. It wasn’t the first time that you’d ever received these kinds of threats so you knew it wouldn’t mean anything. But it wasn’t just one person this time, and it wasn’t going to stop at two or three. You were starting to soon get multiple each day, and you were getting them everywhere. Spams in your work email, fifteen more in your personal inbox, letters in the daily mail, it was getting to you slowly.

You had already told Yoongi when the first ones came through, so he was aware of the whole situation and how it had escalated. His eyes could see the patterns in the digital emails with the repeated sets of language sequences and you could match the same sets of handwritings in all of the handwritten letters and notes. You both were also able to cross reference and match the language tones in the digital and handwritten notes to the same sets of people.

It made Yoongi angry. It made him very angry. How dare they hurt his wife? And it was cruel to him. They hurt her because she was beautiful. They hurt her because she was smart, and they hurt her because she loved him and he loved her back.

He couldn’t stand to see his wife start to crumble, not like this. And not ever. She was one of the strongest people he knew, and he wouldn’t allow someone pathetic enough to hide behind notes to bring her down. Especially not when everything in those notes was a lie. Yoongi knew he was only one person she ever allowed herself to let her guard down around, and he couldn’t stand to see her so afraid and upset as he held her in their bed at night as she started to doubt herself. It wasn’t true and he wouldn’t allow her to ever because the garbage that was sent to her.

He would make them pay. That was a promise.

Yoongi first used his own cybersecurity resources, his friends, the best in the world. He had them privately find those responsible. He made sure to be discreet about it as well.

He wanted them to know their mistake in messing with Min Yoongi and his wife first before he handed them over to law enforcement. He would make sure they felt the full length of his anger.

He found them soon enough, the four wives, all of those wives married to men who Yoongi knew he had in the palm of his hand.

He smirked, well, you fucked up, so now face your consequences with the same boldness as when you tried to hurt the one thing that keeps me going…

The wives never saw it coming. They were planning to continue their threats for the foreseeable future, wondering how much it would take for Min Y/N to crack and finally leave her husband, but they were mistaken. Each stake they drove through you only brought you and your husband closer, the both of you tackling every single problem together.

And as they let the thought of destroying your marriage take over their mind, the never thought to pay attention to their own, giving Yoongi the window he needed to dig up as much dirt on them as he possibly could.

He found all the photographs and videos and audio records of every single affair they’d all ever had, paying the media triple what it took to archive them and stop their publishing to instead have in his personal collection. His so called ‘personal collection’ was then promptly mailed to the respective husbands.

This was the first step, ruining their marriages, absolutely burning it to the ground. He then sent them death threats. He sent it through a personal contact, a calligrapher that he knew, one with brilliant skills. And he had him use good quality red paint - the special effects type. Something to… really… invoke the proper feelings of fear…

Yoongi was cruel like that. People don’t realize it, but if his wife is ever threatened, he turns into a man that sometimes even he himself can’t recognize.

The four wives were left in shambles. They didn’t know what to do or where to go by the time Yoongi and his personal team had tipped the police off on their actions. And before they could even blink, they were in handcuffs being led off to jail, and later, a sure fire guilty verdict in court. And with the way Yoongi had played his cards, there would be nobody and no money to ever even think about bailing them out.

Now, he need to make sure Y/N doesn’t worry anymore. She doesn’t need to anymore.

He straightened his jacket as he walked through the front door, being greeted to his wife on the couch, typing away at what he guessed was a document for work the next day.

“Hey, you. I thought you’d already come home when I didn’t find you in your office.” You spoke as you put your laptop down and stood up to stretch.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to tell you, I was meeting with some of the cyber team, they weren’t in the office so I had to meet them in that cafe nearby.” He kissed you on the cheek, staring into your eyes before kissing you on the lips the second time, sliding his hands to grab you around your waist.

You moaned into his mouth before dragging your lips away, “What’s going on with the cyber team? Is there a breach? Something wrong with the firewall?”

Yoongi sighed before pulling you down to sit on the couch in his lap, slowly explaining to you in detail what happened with the threats you were getting and his actions. You sounded so relieved that he felt his heart skip a beat, and he decided to conveniently leave out the little bits where he sent them a taste of their own medicine. He knew you wouldn’t approve, you were too nice sometimes. And while he knew one of his friends from the cyber team would blabber eventually and tell you what he had done, he decided to enjoy this moment with you while he could, just basking in you and the relief he could feel flowing through you. You kissed him long and hard on the lips before resting your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck.

“I promise you, they won’t bother you ever again. And even if there are others, they will not hurt you. Not when I’m around.”

“I know Yoongi, I know. You know I love you, right?” You looked him in the eyes, your hands going to rub at his cheeks, nothing but affection flowing through you.

“I know. And I love you. I love you so, so much. Sometimes… I just don’t even know what to do with myself. I love you much I don’t know how to…”

Yoongi trails off his sentence, choosing instead to kiss you harder on the lips, hands rubbing over your thighs and up to grab your hips.

“And I want to thank you. Thank you for loving me despite what happens. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for staying beside me no matter. Thank you for working as my other half. You could leave whenever you want and I cannot explain to you how much it aches to know you stay because you want too…”

“Stop, my darling.” You shush him, pulling him even closer, “I want to stay. I stay because I love you. I stay because you make me happy. This company we run together makes me happy. All of it. I love all of you and I love everything we’ve built together. Nothing, and nobody will ever make me leave what we have. And nothing and nobody will ever make leave you.”

There were tears coming out of both of your eyes and they drip and mix together as you both never detach your lips, not being able to be apart - not even for a single minute.

Both of you end up stumbling into your bed, clothes being ripped and thrown every which way, hands needing to be on each other.

Yoongi always is thorough in love and sex but this time he made sure that you knew how much he loved you in both his actions and in the way you could feel every single thrust so deep in you that all you could do each time was gasp and grab onto him tighter.

Yoongi makes you forget everything. He makes you forget the rest of the world around you. Nothing matters. Not work, not responsibilities, not other people, not money, nothing. Absolutely nothing. When you’re with him all you’re aware of is the both of you, touching, holding each other, being connected. You make each other feel special. When you’re together, all you feel is completion, it’s as if a piece you’ve been missing your whole life is finally right where it was supposed to be all along.

Underneath the satin dresses and silk ties, all you both are is a couple, deep in love and leaning on nobody but each other. You both are all you need, now and forever.

You are each others’ remedies.

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