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Can I get a drabble where Jungkook likes to suck on reader's nipples when they're going to sleep and when they're cuddling?
Oh my god, that’s like- hot... Hope you like it!
You had never cared much about your chest area, always focusing on all your other body parts instead so it deeply surprised you one day when you were laying on the couch quietly and watching t.v. Jungkook silently made his way over to you and lifted his shirt, resting it at your collarbone.
“What are you doing?” You asked, sleepily as you watched him unclasp your bra, leaving your breast bare and making your nipples harden.
“Kook..” You whined softly, “I’m cold..”
Jungkook nodded, “I know, just hold on a second.”
You watched as he bent down, his plump lips wrapping around one of your nipples and sucking on it quietly as he laid in between your legs. You moaned softly, hand flying up to his hair as you savored the feeling of his lips on your nipple.
That night, he had sucked on both of them until they were both red and swollen and you were in pure ecstasy through all of it. And that’s what started all of it.
Every time you two cuddled or you were using your phone and laying down, Jungkook was right there, underneath his baggy shirt that adorned your body and sucking on your nipples until they were swollen and red.
And every time you fell asleep, you needed him to cup your breast and suck your nipples in order for you to fall asleep.
That’s why you were currently laying on your bed quietly and waiting for Jungkook to finish his shower.
You watched as he sauntered in the room, sweatpants laying low on his hips. You watched as he dried his curls, he cocked a brow at you, “Why are you up, sweetheart? You have work tomorrow..”
You pouted, rubbing at your tired eyes. “I can’t sleep without you, kookie..”
Jungkook laughed, setting the towel down and shutting the lights off before getting comfortable with you on your shared bed. You shut your eyes softly when you felt his hands trail up your body, lifting his shirt up in the process.
You felt his lips latch onto one of your hard nipples, you felt him chuckle against your pink nipple when you visibly relaxed, both of your hands massaging at your boyfriends scalp softly as his tongue swirled around your nipple in a gentle manner, his other hand cupping your unnoticed boob and massaging it.
He heard your breath start to slow down, small mumbles leaving your lips. “Good night, kookie..I love you..”
Jungkook smiled softly, parting from your nipple, “Night, baby.”
-Admin L
⌜ PAIRING ⌟ jungkook x reader
⌜ GENRE ⌟ smut
⌜ WORD COUNT ⌟ 5,862
⌜ WARNINGS ⌟ sensory deprivation, edging, degradation kink, praise kink, rough oral (m receiving), ass play
⌜ NOTES ⌟ thank you so much to my love, @guksheart for being such an indescribably sweet addition to my life and looking this over for me. i don’t deserve someone even half as amazing as you 💞
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I love yoongi
Love Language
Summary: Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have. SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF
Pairings: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: it’s fucking explicit. 21+
Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both receiving), butt stuff (male receiving, its mild ass play during a blowjob don’t freak out), sex toys, angsty dumbass reader, sweet sweet patient saint of a man Yoongi
Word count: 5,325
A/N: i’m sorry that nothing i write will ever be as good as Sorry, bae. Enjoy this mess anyway. ILY.
He’s quiet. He’s always quiet. You’re a mess beneath him, all heavy panting and desperate pleas. He asks no questions, offers no endearments, the only sound he makes is his labored breath. You can barely tell when he cums. You have to watch him closely, try to catch that tick in his jaw before it happens. The only other tell is when his release starts dripping down your ass or if he goes soft. He doesn’t talk you through it, doesn’t tell you how good it feels. He’s quiet. This time is no different. You really should be used to it by now, but some small part of you sees it as failure. You wonder if he’s really enjoying himself more and more lately. He fucks you so good you can’t control the litany of filth spilling from your mouth, and somehow he remains stoic. His silence makes you feel self conscious. You tell yourself you’re not going to moan this time every time he sinks into your core. You never make it more than a few thrusts before you’re singing his praises. Doesn’t it feel that good for him?
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OK but personal attention kink Hawks who just melts whenever you sit him down and help preen his wings. They're already so sensitive and then here you are, carefully tending to them. No way he doesn't cream his pants from just that alone.
oh my gooooood yes
hawks is an absolute slut for affection. especially the small things, like kissing his cheek before you both leave for work, or holding his hand in the grocery store because you don't wanna lose sight of him, or when you excitedly greet him at the door after he's had a long shift, welcoming him home with loving arms and kisses peppered across his nose and cheeks. and days where you're both cuddled up next to each other on the couch, a movie playing on the TV while your fingers roam over each other's skin. breakfast in the mornings, standing next to each other while brewing a pot of coffee, standing in the bathroom and brushing your teeth together while laughing at each other in the mirror.
the domesticity of it all tbh. it makes his heart flutter and skip a beat. makes him warm with love, and the want to give more love, because he never got to experience genuine affection growing up.
he gets a little riled up with some things, sometimes. like when you're both showering together and on instinct you start scrubbing shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp and washing all of his worries away. and when you cut his hair for him, just how he likes it, because he'd rather feel your fingers in his hair than someone else's. and days where you help him shave because he's just over it, so he leans back against the bathroom counter and let's you go to work, your fingers gripping his jaw to angle his chin while you concentrate, your burning focus a flame that ignites a want and need for more inside of him.
on particularly hard days, when he's just exhausted and drained because the commission just keeps pushing and taking and using him; days where he doesn't know how much more he can give, but he'll still continue to give because people deserve justice and there's so much he has yet to accomplish.
days like this he comes home, and you can immediately tell because he looks deflated - quiet, with his wings pulled taught to his back with stress. you say no words, just guide him inside and pull him close, his face in your hands while you kiss his forehead. you know he probably hasn't eaten all day, running on fumes, so you send him off to shower to wash a day's worth of sweat and grime off while you cook dinner.
nights like these are mostly spent quiet, letting him simmer down and enjoy some peace while you both eat. he'll talk when he's ready, and that's okay, because you both understand the feeling and that no matter what, you're there to support each other.
you guide him off to bed but there's still a stiffness to him, like the weight of the world still rests on his shoulders, even in the comfort of your own home. and this, you won't accept.
he clings to you when he sits on the edge of your shared bed, fingers clutched tightly in your sleep shirt, his head bowed and pressed to your chest. he lets out a sigh the minute your hands come up to run through his hair, and you know what he needs solely from his body language.
you press a kiss to his hairline and pull away, climbing onto the bed behind him where his wings sit taughtly, feathers still wet from his shower, misplaced and askew. you don't even touch his wings at first, but the tense muscle between his shoulder blades, instead, where most of the weight rests, and he gasps quietly, his back arching away from your touch.
"tender?" you ask, and the breathy 'yeah' that comes out tells you that there's work to be done - that this beautiful man in front of you needs someone to care for him, love him, make sure he's okay.
you press a kiss to the nape of his neck and put your fingers right back to where they were between his wings, gently but firmly applying pressure in attempt to ease his muscles. you continue your ministrations down his back and over his shoulders, rubbing away whatever stress you can, his breaths evening out as he relaxes under you
the first touch of your fingers through his feathers makes him see stars. the assaulted wing flares out, large and powerful enough to nearly slam the bedroom door off its hinges where you'd left it ajar, while he chokes out a curse and grips the sheets for dear life.
"do you-"
"don't you dare fuckin' stop," he hisses, relaxing as much as he can, his grip still tight while he grounds himself, "please."
it's interesting to watch how his wings shutter, arching into your touch like a cat would when you pet it. you do your best with straightening his feathers, untangling them and ridding them of any that hang loose, starting a small pile next to you on the bed. every once in a while he lets out a breathy moan, almost quiet enough that you can't hear it, and by the time you finish the backs of both his wings, he's jello under your hands, molding to your touch.
you get him to sit further back onto the bed, propped up against the pillows and the headboard, and crawl into his lap to begin on the underside of his wings, where his coverts and secondaries lie tangled. he nuzzles his face into your shoulder and drapes his arms around your waist, and the loud keening noise he lets out when you dip your fingers back into the plumage of feathers echoes throughout the bedroom. he ruts his hips upward and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist, and you can feel just how hard he is underneath you.
you continue the care of his wings just as you did before, and soon every feather is laid out perfectly, at this point you're touching his wings just to give him the pleasure of it. and it's working.
he's an absolute mess when you gently tug on the tertial feathers on the very inside of his wings, and he cries out, fingers clawing at the shirt on your back, his hips steadily pumping upward in attempt to gain friction. you know that when he's like this, there's no need to even reach a hand down his sweatpants and grab for his cock - that his wings are so damn sensitive and feel so good under your touch that this alone is enough to get him off.
"it's okay baby, i've got you," you murmur to him, and he whines into your neck as he paws at you, wings fluttering against the headboard as you continue to massage your fingers into them.
"fuck, songbird, fuck," he chokes, his chest stuttering, his heartbeat rapidly thumping away in his chest, enough that you can feel it, "fuckin' love you so much. so much. don't want anyone else to touch me like this, fuck."
he's shaking now, and you know he must be close. you pull back slightly and catch his lips in yours, and give his feathers one more squeeze. he moans wantonly into your mouth, the sound of it completely lewd against your lips, and his whole body shutters, the thrust of his hips stuttering. he rides the orgasm out, his skin pricking, hot, and his wings twitching against the headboard as you guide him through it. his brain starts catching back up to speed and he brushes his tongue over your lips, begging, pleading for you to open up for him. you give him what he wants, what he needs - allow him to take any part of you that might sooth him over and show him that he's loved.
"thank you," he breathes out after a moment, and you press a kiss to his forehead, brushing his hair back.
after a few moments he shifts under you in attempt you get up, and you pull away with a look of question on your face.
"gonna get cleaned up," he grunts running his hands up your sides. he look beautiful like this, plaint underneath you, like he just had one of the best orgasms of his life, even if he just came in his sweats.
"i can take care of that for you," you offer him a smirk, and his head falls back against the headboard with a thump, his tongue darting out over his lips and his hands squeezing where they rest of your hips.
"you're gonna be the death of me, kid."
“Give me one margarita I’ma open my legs” and Jimin. That’s the story BayBey and damn is it a good one 😩🥵🥲 ngl I SCRUMT at the “Stop running. Take it” line cus BITCH I’m already delusional about Jimin but now?? Tuh 😩🥴
One Margarita(pjm x reader)
Pairing: Park Jimin x black!female!reader
Warnings: established relationship, fluff, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), mentions of brunch, mentions of drinking alcoholic beverages, drunk antics, Jimin being a sweetheart, reader being a giggly and clingy drunk, reader also being a horny drunk, implied foreplay but I don’t write it out, on the side sex(reader lays on their side but Jimin doesn’t, hopefully I explained the position good enough hehe), missionary, doggy style, clit play, rough sex, drunk sex, a little dirty talk, Jimin’s stroke game is A+, both implied multiple orgasms and actual orgasms, implied oral(f receiving), choking with both hands, scratching, reader is dick drunk and Jimin is pussy drunk, reader trying to run from the dick but Jimin doesn’t allow it😆, bad TikTok references and I’m not sorry
A/N: And we’re back! Welcome back! I know I’ve been away for a while but I recently closed on a townhouse and I’ve been moving these past few weeks but I’m finally settled! It’s been crazy but now that I’m back, I’ll be doing regular postings again. I wrote this after seeing a Jimin edit with that One Margarita by That Chick Angel on TikTok. I just couldn’t not write about it. As for reader, I did describe them as brown skinned with love handles and saggy/droopy breasts because we’re out there! Not every breast is perky and that’s okay! They’re all beautiful! I also gave reader locs because I’ve been so many gorgeous black women really embracing them lately and I love that. Another thing, my requests are open for both BTS and Seventeen members. I’ve been rewatching both group’s In the Soop seasons and I’ve been having the best time. Both Yoongi and Woozi have been wrecking me lately. And I may or may not have a Rockstar!threesome fic planned with them😆😆I mean, long haired boyfriends that you can dress the same? Yes please. Anyway, enjoy this and thanks for reading
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Jimin knew the moment he heard your silly giggles and the crash of the shoe rack that you were drunk off your ass.
This was a common occurrence on certain Sundays when you went out to brunch with your friends. You didn’t really like to drink but margaritas were your kryptonite, those frozen and fruity concoctions just did something for you. A few of those and your inhibitions were flying south for the winter.
Closing his book with a sigh, he stood to his feet to go and greet you at the door.
You were leaned over at the waist, one hand on the wall and the other trying to unlace the strings off your heels. How all of the shoes had gotten all over the floor was a mystery to him but he’d worry about that later.
“Baby.”
You turned your head, locs falling into your face and sticking to your lip gloss. A goofy smile spread across your face at the sight of your husband standing there, your vision slightly blurry from both your hair and the alcohol in your system.
Dropping your foot, you tried to stand to your feet but gravity was a bitch so you stumbled to the ground. Jimin immediately surged forward to help you.
Giggles erupted from you as you leaned into your dependable husband, your hands landing on his buff biceps. Mmm, he was so strong….
Placing your chin on his chest to lovingly gaze up at him, you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii my sweet baby love muffin cake. What are….*hic*….you doing here?”
He couldn’t fight down his smile, expression full of endearment for you. God, he loved you so much. Even drunk you was adorable.
“I live here?”
Another fit of giggles. “So do I!!”
“Alright, let’s get you out of these clothes and some water.” He leaned down a little to grab your thighs and haul you up. You let out a noise as he lifted you, your arms wrapping around his neck and legs sticking straight out.
“Whoa! I am married sir.” You slurred, laying your head on his shoulder, eyelids drooping. Even while drunk and unaware, Jimin’s presence calmed you. Like your body just knew you were in safe hands and could finally relax.
He just rolled his eyes and began his walk your shared bedroom.
Gently placing you on the bed, he tried to stand but your arms locked him in your embrace. Your glossed lips left sticky kisses across his neck and jawline.
He could tell where this was going. You always got super horny after brunch. Not that he hated it, quite the contrary. Drunk sex was absolutely amazing with you—you just got so submissive and pliable. Whiny too which he secretly loved.
While he really wanted to flip you over and fuck you until you were sober, he knew he had to get you situated first.
“Baby, let me go. I have to get you out of these clothes.”
You whispered, “Please do.” Releasing him, he rolled his neck, relieving a bit of the tension from bending over in that position.
“I’m readyyyyyyy.” You opened your legs in a V shape, smacking your ankles together in an attempt to be sexy but Jimin just thought you were funny.
He walked over to your dresser to pick out something for you to wear. A muu-muu would be the easiest to slip on you in your jelly like state, he thought.
When he turned back around, he found you trying to get your pants off while your legs were still in the air.
“Let me help.” He gently said, starting to untie your heels from around your legs. You were being surprisingly docile while he did this. Probably because you were about ready to pass out.
After he got your shoes off, he grabbed both sides of your pants to pull them off your legs.
You giggled again. “Do you know how many margaritas it would take for me to open my legs?”
How could he know that? But he’d play along. “No. How many?”
You motioned for him to lean closer to you which he did. “None.”
You decided to drop your legs at this moment, revealing your panties and fat cunt to him. Your lips had all but swallowed up the fabric, juices soaking them.
He could feel his cock jump at the sight. How were you already that wet?
Focus, Jimin! Get her dressed and get her water.
Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts of fucking you into the mattress, he reached down to undo the buttons of your blouse next, trying to ignore the bedroom eyes you were sending him as he did so. You barely helped him actually get the shirt off, your arms trying to pull him back down to kiss you again. Sliding an arm under your back, he lifted you up so that he could slip your shirt off of you. Thankfully, you weren’t wearing a bra, just boob tape holding them up. Good thing he’s watched you take it off so he knew what to do.
20 minutes later and Jimin had managed to get you into the bathroom to clean off your makeup, remove the boob tape, and get you into your muu-muu before getting you back into the bed.
Now he could give you the attention you so desperately needed.
On your side, leg thrown over his shoulder and his weight pushing down on you, his cock was stretching out your begging cunt.
The alcohol in your system was only making your pleasure feel ever more powerful, waves of buzzing euphoria flowing over your body.
“Hmmmm, yeah baby….just like thaaaaatttt…” You moaned, one of your arms wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders and hand tangled in his soft hair.
Both of his fists were on either side of you, holding himself up, hips trying to push his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy. He was weak. Weak for you. He thought he would be able to make it, maybe get you to take a nap and let you sober up a little before you had sex. But you weren’t having it. All he did was turn his back to grab your bonnet and you were pulling your panties to the side, giving him an unhindered view of your leaking folds. How could he not latch his lips around your clit and make you scream? It was impossible. You were impossible but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now both of you were 2 orgasms in and ready to burst.
His cock was touching the deepest parts of you, the head almost touching your cervix and the veins rubbing up against your most sensitive spots. Your arousal soaked walls hugging his cock and pushing him to the brink of madness. You were like an angel sent just for him, everything about you perfect in his eyes. He was obsessed with you in the best of ways.
And god, your pussy was like his own slice of heaven.
That feeling began to build in your tummy once again, another orgasm just inches from you.
You tossed your head back against the pillows, fingers gripping Jimin’s nape to pull him closer to you. His hot breath fanned over your face, plump lips dropped open to let gasps and groans pass.
“I fucking love this cock….you’re so deep.”
“Yeah? You like this cock, baby?”
You nodded your head, eyes shut in ecstasy as you focused on your impending orgasm. Your whole body felt floaty. Jimin’s cock was scrambling your already buzzed brain, his heated skin against yours relaxing your bones even further.
Jimin ran his lips up your sweaty throat, your brown skin smelling like Thank U, Next, your favorite perfume nowadays. “Touch yourself.” He whispered against your skin.
You shakily reached down to press two fingers against your neglected nub. Your toes curled, the stimulation propelling you right to the edge.
“That’s it. Faster. Make yourself cum.” He sat up on his haunches, using his hand to push his hair back out of his face. A simple movement he did often but in this situation, it made him look ten times sexier. Sweat dripped down his bare chest, abs flexing and muscles in his arms shifting around. Fuck, you wanted to bite him.
He grabbed the leg that was over his shoulder, pressing a few kisses to your calf before pulling your hips up so that he could really start pounding into you.
The feeling of his cock bullying your walls paired with your fingers on your clit and you were about ready to ascend.
Jimin almost thought he was dreaming. You just looked so ethereal while locked in pleasure. Your glowing skin, bouncing breasts, eyes rolling and mouth dropped open to let calls of his name out. Fuck, you were breathtaking. His eyes went down to where you were connected, your cunt leaving his cock coated in a shiny sheen. You were practically dripping, your arousal dripping down between your ass cheeks and staining the sheets.
He dropped your leg to lean down over your body, hands moving to both sides of your head. You adjusted yourself to be fully on your back which allowed his cock to reach even deeper, your legs wrapping around his waist.
His strokes were long and deep, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“Kiss me….please baby.” You begged, puckering your lips. He happily obliged, pressing sloppy pecks to your waiting pout. “M’gunna cummmm, cumming baby. Harder.” You were breathless, lungs struggling to pull oxygen into your body. Jimin invaded your senses—his scent, his body heat, the feeling of his affection and intimacy. You felt so good under him, in his embrace and covered by his love.
Wrapping both of his hands around your throat, he began driving his cock in and out of your dripping pussy. Your hands gripped at his arms, running your nails down the skin and leaving red streaks in its wake. Your throat burned from the scream you let out, head lifting to get a look at where he was entering you. Just the sight of his cock moving in and out, covered in your arousal and the creamy ring around the base, was enough to propel you right off the edge.
His own resolve was starting to crumble. Your pussy just felt too good. Pulling his lip between his teeth, he hissed, “shit, you feel so good…love this pussy.” He was pushing his hips harder and harder into you, the backs of your thighs starting to burn from from the constant contact.
It felt like he was shaking your thoughts loose. You weren’t drunk on mimosas anymore, now you’re drunk on your man’s dick. If you could bottle and drink this feeling, they’d have to admit you to a rehab.
Back arching, your orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision blurred, waves of endless pleasure cascading over you and sending you straight to the King. Your hands went to his waist, digging your nails into the skin there. He hissed at the sting but it only made his cock throb.
You hadn’t even come down before Jimin was flipping your weak body over, pulling your hips up so you were in doggy style. You let out a breath now that you could breathe. His hands gripped your love handles, using them to yank you back on his cock.
With this position, you could feel every ridge and inch of him, the head of his cock pushing into your abused soft spot.
Drool leaked from the corners of your mouth, your eyes rolling back and hands practically ripping the pillow under you.
Jimin gritted his teeth as your walls constricted around him, trying to milk him for everything he was worth.
“Bout to cum. Fuck, bout to fill this pussy up.”
Pleasure sparked down his back as you gushed around him, more wetness leaking from you and soaking the backs of your thighs and his cock.
With a few more thrusts, he was pulling your ass back until he was buried all the way in your cunt, shooting his cum into your pulsing pussy. His orgasm was enough to make you cum again, your hips jumping trying to run from him but his hands held you still.
He leaned down until his chest was pressed into your back. “Stop running. Take it.” He grunted in your ear and you wondered if you could marry someone again while already being married to them.
After a few minutes of resting, Jimin sluggishly lifted himself from your back, lifting his hand to push his sweaty hair back. Now both of you would need a nice, long bath.
“Baby? Are you okay?” He noticed you’ve yet to move, not even a groan from him resting on your back like you normally did. He tapped your shoulder, still no movement.
Then he moved your locs that had covered your face to the side, finding your relaxed and resting face. You had fallen asleep. Of course.
He sighed, tapping you again. “Baby, get up. You should get cleaned up.” Still nothing.
Later after you woke up from a long nap, you found Jimin in the kitchen making a late lunch. The first thing you noticed were the red streaks across his back and arms. Wow, you didn’t even remember doing that.
You approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder.
“Finally awake? How do you feel?”
You shrugged. “Fine. A little sore but nothing I can’t handle.”
He hummed and you two stood in silence for a moment before he broke it.
“How many drinks did you have?”
5 margaritas. That’s how many it took.
I haven’t drawn IDW Blurr yet somehow so I’ve fixed that
I find this very educational and insightful.
Creating situations and conditions
English added by me :)
real reason u cant bring him irl is hes so itty bitty hed get lost