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“Does this get you hard?” & “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
I still had a few requests from the drabble game I did a while ago so I decided to finally write them🤷🏽♀️...requested by Anon
#43 & 3 with Byun Baekhyun
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Baekhyun sat on the couch, looking down at his phone and not paying you any attention. You’ve been sitting next to him resting your head on his shoulder for about 10 minutes and he still hasn’t said a word to you.
If he’s not going to pay attention to me on his own, I guess I’ll have to make him.
You sigh aloud as you start running the tips of your fingers along his leg. You feel his leg jump slightly at the intial contact, but other than that, no reaction. You decide to rub your whole hand up to his crotch, grabbing his cock, that got his attention.
“Baby, what are you doing?” He asks finally looking up from his phone.
“What? Does this get you hard?”
He just scoffs with a half smile and goes back to his phone trying to ignore you. Guess you’ll have to try harder. You unbutton his pants, watching his face closely. You start rubbing him through his underwear, then pull his half-hard erection out and get on your knees in front of him.
You don’t ever actually put him in your mouth, though. Nevertheless, you still have Baekhyun moaning from you breathing on his erection and rubbing your fingers on him.
He moans. “Why are you teasing me like this?” He’s practically whining now.
“Because you haven’t given me enough attention today,” you say shrugging your shoulders. “Besides, if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
His mouth stayed shut after that, until you finally put him in your mouth, then he became a whole new moaning mess.
“You’re Such a Good Girl”
Another request from the drabble game from a while ago.🙂🤷🏽♀️
#5 With Do Kyungsoo
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With your eyes covered by this silk scarf all of your other senses are in overdrive. You can always tell when Kyungsoo was close to you, his cologne would be stronger. Anything Kyungsoo did your ears zeroed in on it, trying to find out where he was and what he might be doing. Then you heard it. The buzzing.
“Okay, Princess,” he whispered in your ear as he ran the vibrator down your torso. “I don’t want you to cum until I say so, can you handle that?”
You nod your head, letting out a shaky breath.
He kisses your forehead, “That’s my girl.”
He rubs the vibrator around your right nipple, sucking on the other. He moans around your nipple before removing his mouth and the vibrator. The buzzing gets louder when he turns the setting up.
You feel the strong vibrations moving up your thigh until it reaches your heat. He runs it slowly up and down your slit. You can’t help but grind against it as he moves around your clit. He uses his other hand to hold you down and you whine.
“Kyungsoo, can I cum now? Please?” You beg.
Instead of an answer, he turns it up another level and you almost scream. It’s becoming too much. You feel the silk scarf being pushed up your head and you’re suddenly blinded by the light in the room. Once your eyes focus and lock with Kyungsoo’s he smirks.
“Now.”
You were overjoyed to finally be cumming. Your toes curl, your thighs threaten to close around Kyungsoo’s arms, and you’re trying so hard to keep your eyes on his.
Once you’ve calmed down, Kyungsoo turns the vibrator off and pulls you to him, kissing all over your neck and chest.
“You’re such a good girl.”
“I’ll Do Anything For An A, Sir”
Requested by anonymous. Also from the old drabble game. Lol I’m so bad at getting stuff done on time, forgive me.😬
#58 with Byun Baekhyun
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Looking at the grade you got on your most recent test, you could actually cry. If you weren’t sitting in the very class you’re now failing, in front of the reason why you definitely would. Your professor, Byun Baekyun’s good looks has distracted you so much that you actually failed. You decide you’ll see him after class for hopefully some extra credit.
You knock on his office door and wait for a response.
“Come in,” he shouts through the door.
God. Even his voice is sexy.
You open the door slowly and see him sitting behind his desk, grading what you assumed was your assignment from earlier today.
“Oh! Hello, Ms Y/N,” he sounds like he was expecting you. “You must be here about your test grade.”
You wince and nod your head. You must’ve gotten the worst grade in the class.
“Yes, sir. I was wondering if there was anything I can do to get that score up?” You can feel the tears you. You really don’t want to have to take this class again. “Please, please, please. I will do anything for an A, sir.”
You gasped after seeing his eyebrows shoot up and that sinful smirk. He gets up from his seat and walks around his desk, his finger running along the edge of it.
“Anything?”
You nod looking down. He grabs your waist and pulls you closer.
“Is this okay?” He asks as he unbuttons and unzips your jeans.
You nod again.
“Use words, Y/N.”
“Y-y-y,” you clear your throat. “Yes, sir.”
He smirks again as he slides his hand in your pants and rubs you through panties. You eyes flutter shut. After a while you grab his wrist and stop him.
“I’m supposed to be doing what you want.” You smile shyly at him.
He leans on his desk as he undoes his pants and pulls himself out.
“Get on your knees for me and open up.”
You do as he says without a second thought. As soon as your mouth opens, he’s thrusting into your mouth. Tears come to your eyes as he hits the back of your throat. You open your eyes the face of pleasure he’s making has you moaning around his erection. You feel him twitch and then stiffen and cum down your throat with a low growl mixed with a moan.
You really hope you can do things for him any time and not just for your grades.
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“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
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“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
I would like to request “I need a place to stay.” with Jungkook ;)
Requested by Anon
Plot: Unexpected feelings come at unexpected times and in unexpected ways.
Rating: PG-13 // SFW
Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | FriendstoLovers!AU | Romance/Fluff
Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Mild Language
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 1,685
A/N: I have to admit, I thought this was really cute. And it actually has the potential to become a series. Will it? Who knows… Probably not though since I have something else lined up in the works for the rest of you lovely people. Enjoy!
“Hey,” he said, flashing his trademark grin at you, “I need a place to stay.”
The sigh that escaped your lips was on reflex. It was the same shit and on a different day. Part of you wondered why you entertained this fiasco at least twice a week, but the other part already knew why. In fact, you’ve always known the answer. It wasn’t like it was rocket science at this point.
It was because Jungkook was your best friend. When have you ever been able to say “no” to him? Nothing’s changed in the last twelve years. It wouldn’t change for the next twelve years, either.
Yet there you stood, gripping onto the doorknob and debating if today would be the day when you finally did, in fact, say “no” to his stupid, charming smile.
But like always, you relented. Stepping to the side, you gave an over dramatic flourish with one arm. He danced across the threshold, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder like he didn’t have a single care in the world. There were times when his nonchalant way of carrying himself could get under your skin. He’d been like that since you first met him in grade school. In fact, you were even a little jealous.
It was sheer luck that his parents happened to be close friends with yours. You were his childhood playmate. It was the same well through your adult years.
You closed the door, shuffling into the kitchen to finish brewing the pot of tea you were preparing. He slung his jacket across the back of the couch, the duffel in its place on the side of it. He’d already kicked off his shoes and was now making his way toward one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
“I want some,” he called out, “make me a cup too.”
You rolled your eyes. “You don’t even like tea.”
He pouted, his brows furrowing as you focused on pouring the hot water over the leaves in the teapot. “That’s not true.”
You give him the look, the one he knew all-too-well. “Since when?”
“Since today.” He flashed a cheeky grin at you and you shrug, pulling out two mugs. Jungkook gave small claps of victory. “You’re the best, Y/N.”
Shaking your head, you focus your energy on making sure that enough hot water is in the teapot. Mentally making a note to let it steep for a few minutes, you turned toward the fridge to pull out the plate of fruit you’d peeled and sliced earlier that afternoon.
Because you worked from home, you had the luxury to do things at your own pace. You’ve always preferred it that way. You knew from a very young age that you could never work for some big company; squared away in a cubicle where people referred to you by an ID number. Your parents said you were foolish for breaking away from societal norms, but Jungkook praised you for wanting to strike out on your own and live your life on your own terms.
Jungkook was already spearing through one of the apples with the dessert fork he squirreled from the utensil cup on the counter. For a while, all you could do was look at him as he chewed. He definitely was a man now, but there was a boyish air that continued to linger over Jungkook in his adult body. He was popular with the women, charismatic enough to draw in the men, and as someone who pursued his dream of painting, he was the definition of “starving, attractive artist”.
It wasn’t fair that he was your best friend. Who asked him to come into your life and stay there? Everyone else left and walked their own paths. It almost seemed archaic and unrealistic to maintain a “childhood friend” sort of relationship. No one was genuine anymore, willing to hide the truth behind plastic smiles and false promises. You expected Jungkook to be the same. People changed. Why shouldn’t he?
Yet there he was…
“So what happened this time?” you asked suddenly, pulling him from his fruit-induced moment of bliss. “Did you tell Marisa that she looked fat in some outfit again?”
“Huh?” Jungkook stopped in mid-chew, a piece of the apple poking out between his lips. “Marisa? We broke up, like, a week ago?”
Why weren’t you surprised?
“Besides, I learned my lesson on that front. Not all people appreciate honesty the way that you do.” Jungkook grinned. “If I said you looked fat in something, you’d either flip me off or make me help you pick something out that flatters your figure.”
“Gee, thanks,” you said as you poured the tea into both mugs, your sarcasm quite evident.
“You don’t fall for my pitiful acts either. In fact, I don’t think I could ever pull a fast one on you.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked up at you. “Is it because you know me so well?”
You scoffed as you hold out the mug of steaming tea toward him. “I can see your bullshit from a mile away. I don’t know how girls keep falling for it every single time.”
He chuckled, cradling the mug between his palms. “Yeah, I don’t either.” Jungkook blew the steam away a few times and then took a sip. He sighed happily.
“You still haven’t told me why you need a place to stay.” You raised the mug up to your face, scrutinizing him. “Again.”
“Oh, that?” He shrugged. “I just got into a fight with my Old Man.”
You slowly raised a brow. That was odd, considering that you knew how well Jungkook got along with his father. In fact, you couldn’t remember a time where they ever fought. Jungkook told you everything. Literally. It would have been a little odd to omit something like that.
“What for?” you asked, sliding into the chair beside him at the table. He passed a dessert fork with a strawberry on top of it.
Shrugging, he laughed as he polished off the apple and stabbed a piece of banana. “Honestly, it was really the stupidest thing. He said I was wasting my life on my art. That my career was too unstable to maintain.” He air-quoted around the words, his brows furrowing in contrast with the smile on his face.
You bit into the strawberry, savoring the juices. It would definitely balance out the herbal flavor of the tea. “Then just marry a rich person.”
The comment was clearly a joke. You knew he wouldn’t take it seriously. But as you lifted your mug of tea up to your lips, you spotted the look on Jungkook’s face. The amusement was gone from his features and he suddenly looked his age - petulant as the gaze was.
“That’s not funny, Y/N,” he said, his tone even and flat.
As the tea slid down your throat, you winced slightly at how it scalded the inside of your mouth. You quickly set the mug down on the table, suddenly uncomfortable with how hard Jungkook was staring at you. Since when did he take anything you said seriously? It actually irritated you.
“I was only joking, geez,” you snapped, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, “what’s your problem?”
“How can you even suggest that?” Jungkook folded his arms across his chest. “I’m going to marry for love, not for convenience.”
“Then love someone who happens to be rich so you can marry them!”
“Then I’ll marry you!”
The anger that was steadily boiling inside of you suddenly deflated. For a handful of seconds, all you could do was stare hard at one another. Finally, you balked at the idea, dissolving into a small fit of laughter.
“Wait, what?” You continued laughing, feeling a slight pain digging into your side. “What?! That’s crazy.” You slowly slid your fingers around your mug, averting his gaze. “You’re crazy.”
Suddenly, you felt his hand around your wrist. Before you have a chance to ask him what he’s doing, he’s already pulled you into his orbit. You had an idea of what you wanted to say to clapback at him, but his lips were already sealing over yours in a heated kiss. Your hand curled into a fist, unsure of what you were feeling at that moment. All you could focus on was the sweetness from the fruit he’d just eaten and the lingering herbal flavor of the tea.
But there was no urge to pull away. Strange. Did you want this to happen? Had you wanted it for some time?
He silently urged your mouth to open wider, wanting to get a better taste of you. In the same vein, you also wanted to taste him. This was your first kiss with Jungkook, after all. Out of all the relationships he’d had in the past, you were starting to get a better idea of why the other girls continuously fell for his nonsense - hook, line and sinker. There was a dark part of you that suddenly despised those other women.
They’d gotten a chance to indulge in his mouth long before you had. It wasn’t fair because you’d known him for almost half of your lives. Shouldn’t this moment have always been yours?
As Jungkook pulled away from you, you suppressed a whine of protest. He must have sensed it because he flashed his devious grin at you; the one that said he already knew what you were thinking. He had a way of being able to read you like an open book. Then again, you had the same skill when it came to him.
That didn’t make his face any less unnecessarily handsome or his kiss any less addicting.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. He leaned in to press his nose gently against yours, causing your eyes to cross. “…I need a place to stay.”
Regardless of how hard your heart was jack-hammering against your ribs, you laughed. You both did. And then he pulled you in even closer, pressing your chest against his, so that he could kiss you once more.
Requested by @moccahobi
Plot: Blanket thievery is a serious crime in a relationship...
Rating: PG // SFW
Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | Established Relationship | Romance/Fluff
Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader
Warnings: Mild Language
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 982
“Whoa! Hey, hold up!”
You watched Jimin as he held the pillow up like a shield. His eyes, wide with shock and confusion, stared unblinkingly at you. What in the world was happening? You could tell that that was what he wanted to say. But you were having none of it.
To further prove it, you already had the alarm clock ready for launch from your hand.
You could see the panic in his eyes. But this would not dissuade you from your assault. After six months of living together, you’ve had it. Especially now that the months were getting colder. You didn’t like the cold, hated having cold hands and feet on your person, and despised snow. But you braved all the elements because you loved Jimin. You would always love him.
Blanket hogging, however, was an unforgivable crime in your book. Punishable by pillow smacks to the face and alarm clocks thrown at one’s feet. He should have known this would be the result. He had it coming. You would make him rue the day that he ever yanked the blanket from you and left your sensitive feet get cold.
“Wait, Y/N,” he pleaded, peeking from behind the pillow, “let’s talk about this, yeah?”
Hurling your fist back, you threw the clock with all your strength and watched Jimin hop from the ground before it could hit its target. It was a resilient little piece of machinery, as this wasn’t the first time it was on the receiving end of your explosive “affection”. It would forgive you and continue working. Like always.
But back to the matter at hand.
You point indignantly toward the door. Jimin cautiously glanced over his shoulder, believing you were trying to get him to let his guard down. He quickly turned to look back at you as you continued to point.
“Out!”
He blinked. “Wha?”
“Get out! I’m not doing this with you! I can’t!” You place an exasperated hand on your forehead, an annoyed whine peeling from your nose and throat. After taking a moment to regain your composure, you plastered on your best “resting bitch” face, staring straight into his soul. “You’re a blanket hog. I hate it.”
Jimin staggered back a step as if you’d just struck him in the gut with a cannonball. “I--I am not!”
Without turning around, you point to the floor where the mink blanket is bunched up on his side of the bed. Half the sheets are hanging off the edge of the mattress; also on his side of the bed. Your pitiful section of the bed appeared to be lacking some things save for your extra-large fluffy pillow.
All of this seemed to register on Jimin’s face. For a split second, he looked like a kicked puppy and a sliver of your good nature almost felt terrible for it. You knew that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Jimin wasn’t that sort of person. If he was, you would never have started dating him in the first place, let alone move in with him.
“Y/N,” he called to you softly, “I’m sorry.”
No! You couldn’t let him win this time! If he did, then he would never learn his lesson. And that was something you couldn’t let slide. He had to understand how important this was, even if other people might have viewed this as a small thing.
“Nope. You’re sleeping on the couch.”
His hurt expression melted into one of tantrum-like outrage. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“I can and I will!”
You were putting your foot down.
But Jimin had other ideas, apparently.
Catching you off guard, you saw him lunge forward. He used the pillow as a wedge, crashing into your chest. It didn’t quite knock the wind out of you as much as it startled you. A tiny squeal was all you could manage before Jimin threw both of you onto the bed. Your body bounced up from the impact, but he continued to hold onto you - refusing to let go.
No matter how hard you struggled, he was stronger. Sometimes you forgot that because of how slim his frame was. His clothing choice often belied the strength that was hidden underneath, which was how he got the best of you so often. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who failed to learn their lessons over time. You were no exception to that rule.
Your squawks were muffled behind the pillow, which was quickly pushed down between both of your knees. You were now face-to-face and nose-to-nose with Jimin. Your vision blurred for half a second from your eyes crossing before regaining focus, forcing you to stare into his dark and pitiful looking expression.
“Seriously, Y/N,” Jimin said, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.”
You tried to pout but found that it couldn’t last. Instead, you gave a long sigh of defeat. Reaching up with one hand, you petted the side of his head gently. “I know that, Jimin.” Offering him reassurance, you gave him a small smile that you knew reached your eyes. “I know.”
This seemed to be enough for him and he beamed at you, his eyes crinkling with happiness. Jimin leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek just beneath your eye. His eyelashes brushed the sensitive skin of your eyelid and you giggled, unable to ignore the tickling sensation.
He didn’t tell you that he loved you and you didn’t either. That was the sort of relationship you had with each other. Words of love didn’t need to be expressed. They weren’t needed. Because you already knew how you truly felt about each other.
What else needed to be said?
All you could do was hope the lesson was learned and that Jimin would cease his blanket thieving ways.
Could I have a drabble with 9 and 14? The ideas are so cute btw!! 💜💜💜 Congrats on 100 followers!!
Plot: #14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
Rating: G // SFW
Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC
Warnings: CUTENESS
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 494
AN: Apart of the 100 Follower Drabbles!! Thanks for sending this in!!
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“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself as you covered the little ones up. Ever since coming into your life, the little ones were a constant source of entertainment. They called themselves the Nunnehi, a type of spirit folk from another place. They were almost tiny enough to not be noticed, fitting in the pockets of everything you own but you discovered them when they attempted to help you in more ways than one.
They made you smile and laugh as well as cry during their stay. Even bringing along your friends, whom they bonded with as well. At one point, you weren’t sure who was doing the protecting–you or them.
But they looked so cute as they huddled together in the makeshift area for them. As tiny as they were, it was a little difficult to make accommodations for them but it was well worth it. Draping the cloths on them like large blankets, you tucked them all in so nice and warm–until you noticed that there was one missing. A jolt of panic coursed through your veins as you looked around the area, hoping that he didn’t fall and roll off somewhere.
“Miss? Are you ok?” a tiny voice called out, soft as not to wake the others but loud enough to be heard.
You turned around to see Jin, the eldest of the group of Nunnehi. His hair was sticking up in various directions as he rubbed his eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you scooped him up in your hands. You leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on top of his head and nodded, grateful that he didn’t get lost or hurt in any way.
“Yes, Jin. I’m fine, now that I have you in my sights.”
“You need to go to bed too.” His tiny voice was demanding but you couldn’t help but smile at him. His cheeks puffed out as he looked up at you. A smile came across your face as you nodded again, his face turning into one of satisfaction. “And you can take me with you!”
“Ok, ok! Off to bed then.”
You relented, like always. The smile was still on your face. Pretty soon, after tucking the both of you in–you found that there were 6 more little bodies that decided to join you in the night, all snuggled up against one another. Their light snores lulled you back into sleep after checking on them once again, making sure that the little ones were doing just fine. A tiny hand placed itself on your cheek, a pair of lips kissing your skin.
Jin snuck a kiss on your cheek before settling back down himself. He kept his body close to yours, a fact that made you snuggle your cheek closer to him in response. All 8 bodies in one bed, both large and small–one big family, finally complete as they slept their worries away.
I love so much about this drabble 😭!!! The shit eating grin 😭 the fact that we don’t know the details of their deal or why it’s so needed by oc 😭 the soft yet firmness of tae’s side 😭 the way THE trope was revealed by tae’s sweet mum 😭 the cuddle warning 😭 the only thing I don’t love about it is that I now desperately want to live in a 12 chapter series solely dedicated to this couple!! Hahah thanks for sharing this, @taleasnewastime !
Hi Rach! I saw you were taking requests & thought I’d throw in for one. How about a Taeyhung fic with a favorite trope - there was only one bed! *cue dramatic music* I’ll leave it up to you what the relationship is between them - friends, coworkers, enemies, whatever strikes your fancy!
Thank you! 💕
Hello! The trope, and what a joy it was to write. Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy :)
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You stop dead as soon as you enter the room causing Taehyung to walk into your back. You fall forward, feet tripping over feet, hands going out to catch yourself. Larger, stronger hands reach out before you can face plant, catching you and pulling you steady.
There’s a deep chuckle as you’re pulled into Tae’s side. His hands going from grasping your arms to resting on your back, as if you might suddenly fall again and he wants to be there to catch you.
“So clutsy,” he chuckles, focus on the woman stood in the doorway. “Thanks for this though mum.”
You force a smile as Tae pulls you harder into his side. His soft yet firm side. His muscular arm pressing into your back. How have you never noticed that Taehyung is built like this? Almost definitely because you’ve never been this close to him before, the most physical contact being a handshake. But now, pushed flush against him you can’t ignore the fact; Tae isn’t podgy, he doesn’t have a dad bod, no, he’s muscular. And not that the thought should change your opinion of him, but you really hadn’t expected it, at least not to this degree.
The room suddenly feels very hot.
“I’ll leave you two to get settled.”
Taehyung’s mum drags you back to reality, her smile wide as her eyes flick between you and her son as you both dip into small bows. A pang of guilt goes through you as your eyes meet hers. She looks proud and happy. But this isn’t real, it’s all a lie, and even if it looks like you’re achieving the goal Taehyung set, you still feel bad lying to this lady.
You wait a second after the door closes to push away from Taehyung. Hate the fact that your first thought is that you miss his warmth. Instead, you focus on more important matters. Top of your list being the small double bed sat in the middle of the rom. The only bed in the room.
“What is this?” You hiss out, worried his mum might still be close enough to hear.
“A bed,” Tae says casually. Picking up his bag he moves further into the room, claiming a side of the bed while you remain frozen in your spot.
“Yeah, I can see that. One bed. Why is there only one bed?”
“Because believe it or not, we didn’t see a need for two beds when it was just me growing up in this room.”
“I don’t think you’re fully grasping the problem here. There’s only one bed and unless my maths is truly shit, there are two of us.”
“You should be happy it’s a double,” Taehyung pauses his unpacking long enough to shoot you a smile over his shoulder.
You want to hit him, maybe it’ll knock some sense into him. Because how can he be some calm and casual about this? How can he smile at a time like this?
“Wouldn’t your mum rather we slept separately?” You change tactic.
“I’m an adult. It’s the 21st century. She’s under no illusions as to what I get up to.”
“Not with me you don’t.”
“Well, she doesn’t know that.”
Again, that cheeky smile and again that desire to throttle him.
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“There’s nowhere else. All rooms in this house are full for the wedding,” he pauses. “Unless you want to pay for a hotel? But then no one would be buying this relationship. Me here and you there. And we have a deal Y/N.”
“I don’t remember the deal including sleeping with you.”
“Next to me,” he corrects. “And the deal was to do anything to convince everyone this is real. Just for the week. Remember?”
You do remember, though you wish you didn’t and not for the first time you wonder if this was a massive mistake, if you could somehow get out of this. But just like every other time you remember why you’re doing this, why you need Taehyung and this deal. You glare at him as you move to the other side of the bed and start to unpack.
“You can sleep on the floor,” you say flatly.
“I’m not sleeping on the floor. This is my bed.”
“Well, you’re not sleeping in this bed with me.”
“I’m not the one with the issue here.”
You grind your teeth. You could sleep on the floor, but then you look at the narrow walkways and think of the week you’re staying here. Your back gives a twinge in protest as if already anticipating how it will feel if you decide to spend a week sleeping down there.
“You’re sleeping right on the edge,” you warn and for whatever reason a large smile blossoms on Tae’s face as if he’s got exactly what he wants. “I mean it Tae. I will not hesitate to build a pillow wall between us.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he brushes you away, taking his now empty bag and putting it up onto the top of cupboard. He starts towards the bedroom door, washbag in hand, pausing before he leaves. “I will warn you though, I’m a cuddler.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to retort, just takes his washbag and that shit eating grin and closes the door. You fall, face planting the bed before letting out a muffled groan. This is going to be the longest week of your life.
Ahh I’m so excited about your drabble game! May I request something smutty with yoongi or jungkook (or both 👀) and jealousy/possessive behavior?! Can’t wait to read what you come up with! ☺️
Phwoar, it's felt like a while since I've written any smut. It's only short, but I hope you enjoy :) Thanks for the request!!
Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, rough sex?, oral, penetrative sex, no mention of contraception but it's implied its a committed relationship.
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“Sit.”
You follow the order as if you’re on strings and Yoongi is controlling you. You look up at him, wide eyed and innocent. He looks down at you, satisfied, the hint of a smile on his lips.
“Now,” he drawls. “Tell me what you did wrong.”
His fingers go to the buckle of his belt. Your eyes immediately snap to the movement and Yoongi blissfully doesn’t tell you off. He lets you watch; his long fingers torturously unbuckle his belt and then start to open his trousers.
“Nothing.”
His fingers pause after they’ve barely done anything. You know you’re defying him, it’s not the words he wants to hear. But when Yoongi gets like this – and he rarely gets like this – you can’t help but provoke him. The results are always too good not to.
“What did you say?” His voice is gravel even as his finger is delicate under your chin. He drags your eyes to his almost as slowly as he undid his trousers.
“I said,” you start, small yet assertive now you’re met with his near black gaze. “That I was bad because I flirted with that guy. I let him buy me a drink and I shouldn’t have.”
He nods, once again satisfied.
“And what do I do to bad girls?” He asks, finger dropping from your chin to go back to his jeans.
“You punish them?” You ask.
He shakes his head, his hands finally opening his trousers enough to push them down. You look down in time to see his cock spring free. You’re at the right height, your lips now mere inches from him and you know he picked this spot for a reason, know he told you to sit exactly for this.
“No, Y/N,” he says as he spits on his hand, lubricating it before wrapping it around his cock and slowly working his way up and down the length. You can’t take your eyes off the way his long fingers suddenly look so small. “I don’t punish them. I shut them up.”
His free hand goes to the back of your head, lightly tugs you backwards so that your lips open enough for him to guide his cock in. You give in, open your mouth enough for him to do whatever he wants, for him to use you however he wants.
He’s slow to go it, but it’s never ending. He only stops when his tip touches the back of your throat and he lets out a guttural moan at the fact.
“You’re mine,” he says as he draws out. “Only mine. And I’m going to make you remember.”
And he does.
First, he uses your mouth. Thrusts in and keeps on going even when you gag and even as tears stream down your face. Then, when he’s finished there, he picks you up, turns you around so your front falls back down onto the chair, your behind open to him. He goes back in, his balls slapping against your clit, his hands working your ass. And finally, when you don’t think it’s possible for him to keep going, he turns you around, sits down on the chair himself only to place you on top of him. It’s slower, he still has to do most of the work, but he’s more the Yoongi you know now, softer and kinder.
He kisses you, long and hard but full of love just before he comes in you.
“I love you,” he whispers against you lips when he’s done. And you know every word is true. And you know it was all an act and that neither of you would ever dream of leaving one another.
Ma’am are you still taking requests for the drabble game? If so, I’d love to see your take on a love triangle with Hobi and Namjoon 🥲
For you Anon, of course. I hope it's obvious what the triangle is in this. Anyway, thanks for requesting and enjoy!!
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Namjoon opens the door. It’s not who you wanted to see and you’re sure your face shows it. You don’t care, it’s no secret you don’t like him, only come here to see Hoseok.
“He’s not here,” Namjoon says in way of hello.
“Clearly,” you drawl. “But he’s only going to be five minutes.”
Namjoon stares at you, body blocking your way in. His eyes seem to bore into you, it’s unnerving and you grow anxious under his silent gaze.
“That was a polite way of saying let me in,” you continue.
“Right.”
It still takes him a second to step out of your way and you assume it’s because he’s deliberating whether it’s acceptable to leave you outside until Hoseok comes back. But he does move and so you step into the flat, Namjoon lingering as you slip your shoes and jacket off.
“You can go Joon. Don’t feel the need to hang around for my sake. I’m sure I can entertain myself until Hobi gets here.”
“But what if you steal something?” It’s a joke, and even though it’s at your expense it’s so unlike Namjoon that you find yourself smiling. Namjoon looks surprisingly happy at the fact. “But I was actually going to offer you a drink.”
“Oh,” you almost reel back, another thing so unlike Namjoon. You feel like you should be worried he’s actually being nice to you but give him the benefit of the doubt. “Urm, sure.”
You follow Namjoon to the kitchen, watch as he pours your favourite drink without even asking. You offer him a small smile when he hands it to you.
“It’s not poisoned or anything, is it?”
“You just watched me pour it.”
“But that doesn’t mean you didn’t spike it before I came.”
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
You shrug. “Hobi could have text you.”
“Just drink the dam drink,” he mutters, turning away to pour himself a drink.
You smile against the lip of your glass, that’s more the Namjoon you know and it makes you more relaxed to see him like this.
“You’re a smart guy, I have no doubt you’d have found a way to kill me without me realising.”
You take a gulp of your drink regardless, mercifully it’s not spiked. And when Namjoon turns to look back at you, he looks flustered. Even as he tries to casually lean back onto the counter, his face is tinged pink and his eyes no longer linger on you.
“Well, thanks,” you say more awkwardly.
“No problem,” Namjoon mutters.
There’s an elongated silence as you search for something to say and Namjoon sips at his drink. And as if to save you the front door opens and then a second later closes.
Your face lights up without you even realising, without Hoseok even saying anything or entering the room he lifts your mood. Namjoon’s eyes have gone back to you, not that you noticed, too busy concentrating on watching the door Hoseok will appear in. But Namjoon watches you, his eyes lidded as he tracks you over the top of his glass. If were to look at him you’d also notice his stance has changed with Hoseok’s arrival, from leaning on the counter to standing rigid, the pink tinge disappearing in favour of a paler look as if all blood has left him. He looks angry, the Namjoon you’re more used to.
“Oh hey,” Hoseok says as he appears in the door like a ray of sunshine. He doesn’t pick up on either of your changes in mood, oblivious to it all, as always. “You’re here,” he looks at you. “And you’re here,” he looks at Namjoon. “Great. Hope you guys haven’t been having too much fun without me.”
Namgi + CopAU! Love you girl!❤
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Namjoon could hear the faint drip of leaking water echoing through the dark tunnels as he cautiously waited in a crouch, glued to the slimy brick wall. He could feel his belt lighten as he swiftly retrieved his gun from his holster, hand shaking ever so slightly from his thundering heart. A gentle hand rested on his shoulders and he felt a warmth behind him.
“We’ll be okay,” Yoongi whispered into his ear, his voice softly drifting in the confines of the looming darkness. “We’ll find him.”
“And what if we don’t?” He could hear the fear in his voice. “What if we wasted so long looking for him, following his every step, for nothing? What then?”
For a moment Yoongi watched him, his eyes frozen as if he was seeing through his soul and into his past, present, and future. Namjoon’s hand began to shake more violently, the gun giving muffled rattles from his movements. Leaning forward, Yoongi pressed his lips to Namjoon’s forehead, instantly feeling him still beneath him. Moving back he stayed close to him, looking at him, only him. He smiled.
“Then shoot me.”
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Drabble List (Smut/Angst/Fluff)
“Give it back,” “Make me,”
“Were you even listening?”
“How do I look?”
“Like what you see?
“It’s the thought that counts.”
“Let me kiss you.”
“Or... we could just get naked.”
“I don’t wanna fall asleep without you.”
“It’s true, I really love you.
“Don’t hide from me, I wanna see your pretty little face.”
“Why did you do that?
“I like your ____, it’s/they’re cute.”
“Speak up, baby girl.”
“Don’t cry, please.”
“Stop, that tickles!”
“So fucking tight for me.”
“Who hurt you?”
“Dance with me”
“Careful how you look at me, you might start something,”
“Forget it.”
“Let’s cuddle.”
“No panties?”
“You can do better than me.”
“Can we keep it?”
“You’re so fun to tease.”
“I need you.”
“You’re hair is a mess.”
“Shit, you’re so wet.”
“Don’t be scared.”
“I’m hungry, Jagiya.”
Can you do a Drabble of Park Jimin, #3 and 12? Thank you!
Park Jimin + #3 & #12:
“How do I look?”
“I like your ____ it’s/they’re cute.
(Y/N has one mono lid and one double lid)
Jimin and I were getting ready for dinner with the group. Not just any dinner, like your local barbecue. No, we were about to eat at a very prestigious restaurant in Seoul; Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul. I usually don’t go out with Jimin, his manager says to keep our relationship low key, but this time, he invited me to come along. He wants us to go public. Although Jimin and I were over the moon about being able to do this, I’m still a bit nervous. I’ll be in the spotlight 24/7. I can’t hide anymore.
I adjust my dress, trying to figure out if it’s better to show more skin, less, or none at all. This is going to be the first time the public sees me, since that time, a few months back, when Jimin and I were caught in the car together. They didn’t see my face though. I have to make a good impression to boost Jimin’s career, as his manager put it. “No pressure!” He’d told me and all I could do was fake smile while I was panicking inside.
Standing in the mirror, with this gorgeous dress on, I feel a bit out of place. Jimin walks in the room, towel around his waist, having just gotten out of the shower. He sees me and pauses to look at me in awe.
“Who are you and what did you do with Y/N?” He moves to hug me from behind, is body still dripping with water. I giggle and try to push him away.
“Yah, not the dress, it’s brand new!” I say as he holds onto me tighter.
“I don’t care, I didn’t know my Y/N could get even more beautiful, but you proved me wrong.” Jimin kisses my neck and then let’s go. I smile at him as he goes to choose his outfit and change. I begin to start on my makeup. As I begin, I realize how difficult it will be. I don’t often wear makeup, mainly because it’s difficult for me to do my eyeshadow correctly. I always do it well on my double lid, but my mono lid always looks terrible. I’ve wanted to get surgery, but Jimin won’t let me even look at a plastic surgeon.
I’m looking in the mirror, struggling to close one eye so I can put eyeliner on. There are smudged tissues next to me from the hundred times that I’ve messed up.
“Argh! This stupid liner. I look like like a clown.” I say, wiping off the line I started. I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. Jimin walks out and sees my conflict with the makeup. He comes over to help me.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, still buttoning his shirt.
“I’m just having trouble doing my eyeliner. I’ve got the double lid, but the mono lid keeps smudging when I blink. It’s just so hooded. Why can’t you just let me get surgery, my mono lid makes me look like a freak.” I complain.
“Yah, I like your mono lid, it’s cute. Besides, I have two mono lids. You just have to learn to apply it differently. Let me show you how to do it.” He takes the eyeliner from me and I close my eyes. I feel it drag across my eyelid. “You have to keep your eye downward and fan it so it dries and doesn’t smudge. And for this eye, you’ll need to apply a bit more, so it matches your other eye.” He explains. I giggle.
“When did you become a makeup exper?” I ask with a smirk.
“My makeup artist just explains to me how she does my makeup. I’ve learned a few things.” He says as he finishes up. I look in the mirror and see that my makeup looks amazing now. He even added some eyeshadow to define the look. I smile at him.
“How do I look?” I ask him and he gives me a peck on the lips.
“You tell me.”
“I look so different, but a good kind of different.” I say, looking at myself in awe. “Thank you, Jimin! I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jimin grabs my hand and kisses it. He catches a glimpse of his own watch and gasps.
“Where gonna be late, Y/N. We gotta hurry.” He says, rushing to put his shoes on. I put on a pair of earrings and tease my hair a bit before grabbing my purse and walking out of the door. I’m followed by Jimin as he locks the door behind us and slips his hand around my waist. He leads me to a limo that is waiting for us and opens the door for me. Once we get in, we set off to the restaurant.
Drabble List #2
“That’s how the story goes.”
“None of this is your fault.”
“I know it hurts.”
“Are you serious?”
“You’re safe now.”
“No one’s going to hurt you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This isn’t what I wanted.”
“My head hurts.”
“I’m right here, okay?”
“Wow, you look… amazing.”
“Are you okay?”
“Who did this?”
“I made a mistake.”
“When I’m with you, I’m home.”
“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
“This is going to hurt.”
“That was kind of hot.”
“Please don’t let me be alone.”
“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”
“It’s never too late to get back up again.”
“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”
“I immediately regret this decision.”
“I’m not okay.”
“I’m scared.”
“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”
“Please stay with me.”
“Please help me.”
“It’s okay to cry.”
“Is that blood?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“You’re everything to me.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Are you testing me?”
“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”
“I’m lost without you.”
“You have my word.”
“I’m just tired.”
“It just… hurts.”
“Do you promise?”
“I’m not drunk enough for this.”
“Why are you shaking?”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“Please don’t shut me out.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“I can take care of myself just fine.”
“This is new.”
“Take off your shirt.”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry.”
“They’re gone.”
“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”
“Would you just hold still?”
“I miss the way things used to be.”
“Am I dead?”
“Look at me.”
“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”
“I told you not to fall in love with me.”
“Please shut up. Just shut up.”
“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”
“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”
“When you smile, I fall apart.”
“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“I just really miss talking to you.”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
“I’ve got you.”
“We’ll figure this out.”
“Please don’t say goodbye.”
“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
“You make me feel alive.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“There is nothing wrong with you.”
“I’m just looking out for you.”
“Be careful.”
“You owe me.”
“Come with me.”
“I trust you.”
“I didn’t want you to see this.”
“I’ve been praying for you.”
“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
“Let me help.”
“Come here.”
“You’re holding back.”
“Remember when we were little?”
“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
“This isn’t who I am.”
“I’m willing to wait for it.”
“Are you ready for this?”
“You can do this.”
“Your life was my life’s best part.”
“You were always gold to me.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m fine with where I am now.”
“We all want to be somebody.”
“Promise me you’ll come back.”
“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”
“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”
“I believe in you.”
{Credit to mymiscfandomimagines}
Chae Hyungwon + #6:
“Let me kiss you!”
(Y/N is 5′1)
Sometimes, living with a tall person like Hyungwon makes things a bit difficult. He and I would split up the chores, I clean the floors and cook and he washes dishes and counters. The only problem is that he tends to put things on the top shelf. And to top it all off, I’m about a foot shorter than he is. Because of this, he often grabs things for me that are too high. I hate that I’m so short, but for some reason, he finds this extremely cute.
We’ve just had a deep clean and rearrangement of the apartment and I’m getting ready to cook dinner. I grab some beef from the freezer and put some rice in the rice cooker. Hyungwon is asleep after cleaning so much and because he’s a sleepyhead, so I thought I’d get a head start on dinner. While I thaw the meat, I chop some vegetables.
Once I’ve got everything cooking, I realize that I’ve forgotten to grab spices. I open the spice cabinet, only to find that the spices that I need are at the very top. I huff in frustration. He always does this.
“Freaking Hyungwon,” I say to myself as I begin climbing onto the counter. As I start to lift myself up, a sleepy Hyungwon walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
“What are you doing?” He asks with a yawn. I roll my eyes at him.
“Trying to get some spices that someone put on the top shelf,” I answer, struggling to keep my balance.
“Do you want my help? I can just reach up and grab it for you.” He offers.
“No. I don’t need help, I can do it.” I say stubbornly. I wobble and lose my balance, feeling myself leaning back. I gasp and try to grab onto the cabinet. As I give my best attempt at balance, I’m stabilized by Hyungwon holding my legs. He pushes me toward the cabinet and raises his eyebrows at me.
“You don’t need my help?” He taunts with a smirk. I pout at him, turning back to the cabinet and grabbing the spices that I need. I find my way down and stick my tongue out at him in a childish way.
“Just ‘cuz I’m small doesn’t mean I can't reach high things,” I say, seasoning the food and putting it in the pot. I’ve decided on making a pot roast and once Hyungwon realizes, his eyes light up.
“You’re making pot roast? You’re the best, Y/N!” He smiles childishly. I smile back, walking up to him.
“I know, that’s why you love me,” I reply, leaning up to kiss him. Although, instead of leaning down to meet me, he tilts his head upward. “Yah! What are you doing?”
“You said just because you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t reach things, so I’ll let you get up here yourself,” Hyungwon says with a smirk. I scowl at him, standing on my tippy toes and trying to kiss him. I try jumping, to no effect.
“Ughhh, let me kiss you!” I pout, wrapping my arms around his neck. He keeps his head tilted back, laughing to himself. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself up when he refuses to. I try to tilt his head down to me but he keeps holding it back.
“You’re such a pain!” I say, giving up. Hyungwon giggles and holds me up when I try to get down. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and deepen the kiss. He sets me on the counter, hands running up my back. My fingers find themselves entangled in his hair.
When we pull away, Hyungwon smirks down at me.
“You don’t need my help?” He asks, tauntingly. I pout at him and look away.
“Maybe I do,” I admit under my breath.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you. Could you say that louder?” Hyungwon asks. I scowl at him and smack his lips, pushing him away from me.
“Yah, why’d you do that?” He asked, rubbing his lips. I got off the counter.
“I need to finish cooking, can you help me and set up the table?” I ask, putting on a cute face. He narrows his eyes at me but does what he’s told. I smile to myself, knowing that, in the end, I still won.
A/N: So when I got this request, I kind of assumed that it was from my first drabble list, because of the context. So if anyone was confused, I wrote this based off of #6 on my first drabble list.
hello! for the 2k celebration: how about brothers bff!jk x reader (where jk has had a crush on Jimin’s big sis foreverrrrrr & now that they’re older he wants her to see him as a man) <3 all I can think of is seven jk w his tattoos & hair & abs!!! anyways happy 2k 💖💖💖 MWAH
thank you so much!! 💕 mwah 💋 x
big boy
You finally fall for Jungkook's charms.
pairing: brother's best friend!jungkook x fem!reader
genre: brother's best friend au
warnings: implied age gap, jk's needy but also kind of cocky??, she touches his abs lol, 600 words.
a.n.: ok like HE'S NEEDy but this is how i like it 😏 laundromat jk is my fav 🤞🏻
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)
♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡
"Jungkook," you say his name a bit in a scolding way, but the smile gracing your features tells otherwise. You pull your clothes out of the drier, folding them neatly on top of the machine before dropping them in your basket. "I don't know, it's... it's not-"
He interrupts you as you stay indecisive, his eyes round and so, so filled with hope. He helps you fold your clothes while you're talking together. This time he stops after having dropped your folded jeans in the basket, gently grabbing your bicep to make you face him.
"Just... why not?" He softly asks, your eyes finally meeting him. You still haven't folded the piece of clothing you're holding, but you look at him anyway. "One date, that's it! Nothing more if you don't want to, but if you want... you know I wouldn't mind," he grins and you can't help but do the same.
You sigh, defeated, because there's really nothing holding you back other than yourself. You would like to, but you keep overthinking.
"But what happens after? You'll still be friends with Jimin and..." You bite down on your lip, stopping mid-sentence, not sure what you're worrying about exactly.
The past, maybe. The implications, the consequences, how you'll see yourself after that. Things with Jungkook started being different when you came back for the summer break. You haven't seen him in years because you were studying abroad and seeing him again is, to say the least, special.
Jungkook is someone very loyal, he stayed in contact with your brother and made plans the minute he knew Jimin was back in town for the summer.
The loyalty he has for your brother you would have never noticed it before, but now it does something to you. You like it, you like that he doesn't forget years of friendship, that it still means a lot to him.
"And what? Jimin's a big boy," Jungkook justifies. "And so am I," he adds, making you smile. He is a big boy, that's for sure. "We'll handle it."
You look into his eyes when he says those words, staring back at you with a serious expression. He often laughs, but you know it when he speaks seriously, like right now.
You think for a moment, a short moment, comparing the pros and cons. You realize the cons are just things you worry could happen, that you're not even sure they would end up being true. Thinking twice, you don't think it's worth it to rely on the cons.
"The real question is... can you handle me?" You flirt and Jungkook surely likes this.
He smirks, his eyes looking at you up and down. Before, he would have responded no, that he can't handle you, that you're too good — too much — for him.
But now, heck yes he can.
He steps closer and takes your right hand, a stupid little grin on his face. "Can you..." He begins, passing your hand under his tank top, your fingers brushing against his abs. "Handle that?"
You're surprised, but you appreciate how he's blunt with you, not scared at all to shoot his shot. You voluntarily don't take your hand away immediately, though you remember you're not exactly in a private place.
"Jungkook!" You scold, but still giggle it off.
"Don't reject me," he pouts, and he genuinely looks sad.
You sigh again, knowing you don't really want to refuse his proposition. You enjoy his presence, he's funny and he always manages to make you laugh even when you're not feeling well.
He's an adult and so much more mature than other guys your age. He's attractive, so kind and attentive. He's a good man and Jungkook's right, it doesn't matter what others will think — aka Jimin.
"Okay. Go for a date."
.
.
.
Drabble Requests
So uni is being a bitch and I can’t find the time to write full length fics at the moment, plus drabbles are more fun, double plus, I want more interaction with people, so you can request from me now!
Pick a BTS member(s), a number(s) or literally just come up with your own stuff, whatever floats your kinky boat, and it can be smut, fluff, crack, whatever. I’ll try and be sane and keep them short, but y eh...
#1 “is it that hard to just ask me to get on my knees”
#2 “send nudes”
#3 “i’m literally babysitting, you can’t call me to say that”
#4 “baby, i’ll cum in my pants if you keep going”
#5 “you know, you’re hot when you’re angry”
#6 “are you sure you don’t like me”
#7 “i can be quick, promise”
#8 “why are you gaming shirtless?”
#9 “here, lemme clean you up”
#10 “i knew having a baby with you was a bad idea”
#11 “baby, don’t pout, it makes me soft for you”
#12 “what is it pups, how can i help”
#13 “there? you want it there?”
#14 “how am i supposed to know you put a banana in your pocket?”
#15 “i don’t deserve you”
#16 “fuck, i thought i’d lost you”
#17 “how about you don’t make eyes at my sister”
#18 “y- you’re going- commando?”
#19 “you know you’re it for me, right?”
#20 “please don’t do that, i’m so hard right now”
#21 “you just had to go and fuck him didn’t you”
#22 “i know i upset you, but you haven’t sucked my dick in 5 days now”
#23 “i mean if you think a vibrator is better than my cock, be my guest”
#24 “did someone make you cry?”
#25 “stop giving me those eyes”
#26 “i really don’t know if i can look at you right now”
#27 “it’s kinda hot the way you...”
#28 “mate, i’ve never seen something as hot as her”
#29 “please tell me sike”
#30 “you really think i would just fall out of love with you”
#31 “that’s it, on your knees, now”
#32 “what are you so afraid of?”
#32 “babe, tell me again why we thought this was a good idea”
#33 “i’m not fucking you in my parents room”
#34 “fuck you’re got a great ass”
#35 “wait, baby, you’re actually angry at me?”
#36 “do i really have to spell it out”
#37 “you know exactly what you want, you’re just too afraid to say it”
#38 “don’t look at me like that”
#39 “come on, give it to me”
#40 “i’m so horny right now, i couldn’t stop if i tried”
#41 “there’s no reason to cry about it”
#42 “touch her again and i swear to fuck you’re done”
#43 “so you’re really just gonna feel up my sister in front of me”
#44 “how do you expect me to work when you look like that”
#45 “i jack off to the thought of your tits everyday”
#46 “i’m literally so high right now”
#47 “baby, you can’t just leave me after you get me hard”
#48 “i told you what this was from the beginning”
#49 “my mum legit loves you more than me”
#50 “don’t you dare fucking lie to me right now”
If I don’t get any requests I’m gonna die in a hole and just write them for myself. Enjoy x
Champagne, Chandeliers, and Thigh High Slits (M) - KTH
Based on my Drabbles Game!!!
Summary: Taehyung loves expensive things. Taehyung loves expensive things on you even more. But his undeniable favourite thing is corrupting you, filthily and wholly. Based on the anonymous drabble requests:
#9 “here, lemme clean you up”
#13 “there? you want it there?”
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Marriage and Babies
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Mentions of conception, Fingering, Anal Play (m. receiving), Alcohol consumption, Licking, Dry Humping, Taehyung worshipping his wife, Taehyung worshipping babies
Taehyung had voiced his concern about the slit in your dress. A concern over how many eyes other than his would ogle the sensitive part of your leg he wish he had left a mark on last night. A little more concern about the fact that among the tuxedos and floor length gowns, the chandeliers and the champagne, among his prestigious colleagues - all of whom thought highly of him, for that matter - that his own black slacks didn’t have the sufficient protection for how his dick was god-forbiddingly hard. And he had an impressive length to say the least.
But maybe, in hindsight, he enjoyed it. Fuck, no, he knew he enjoyed it or he wouldn’t have gone commando tonight. He wouldn’t be standing on the covered side of you, because maybe, just maybe, he wanted these fuckers to ogle. You’re a temptress, but there’s only one person who’s taking the dress off you tonight and that constant reminder leaves him shuffling in his seat and rearranging.
“Who’s that?” You had that alluring kind of silk in your voice. But it was natural, a natural soft spoken way to you that was like a siren call and no matter the situation, the place, the time, the appropriateness, he’d drop all there is in that moment to hear you out. A temptress indeed.
“Who’s who, babe?” He follows the direction you nod, expensive table arrangements marring his view, but not enough that the red hair of the woman opposite the both of you isn’t visible.
“The woman next to Kang, red hair, black dress.” He watches the way you eye her. But it’s easy to be distracted by you. The other woman’s red hair does nothing to rival how red looks on your lips. Your sinful lips. His eyes could trace all day the way they smile, his lips could feel all day the way they move, his dick could stay hard all day the way they work over him in the privacy of each other’s company.
“She’s stunning.” And he’s lost. Stunningly lost in you as all the ricochets of golden light fall onto you and your form and your hair and your chest.
“Mmm, yeah, stunning.” But he doesn’t mean it in the way of his bosses girlfriend with the red hair. He means it in the way of his own wife, the subject of all his compliments and all his adoration. You know that enough that when you look at him there is no zeal to your expression, no jealousy contorting your brow, just an equally unspoken trust. That and love.
“I probably should’ve worn black. I feel spoilt by the way I’m being looked at.”
His eyes flit to the gleam of your breasts.
“Gold suits you and they know it.”
“And you?” A hand unconsciously finds yours under the table, fingers dangling through one anothers, “Do you know it?”
He almost laughs under his breath at the notion you had no effect on him, but his eyes cast down fast to that slit once again, honey skin trailing just underneath the gold that hides your modesty. The higher his eyes go, the more they drink you in, the harder his grip becomes in your hand. His fingers don’t play anymore, because they have a destination, dragging your palm in and over the black of his trousers and onto his boner. He’d moan if you weren’t looking so damn pleased with yourself.
“Of course I know it.”
“How much?”
“Y/N-”
“This much?” You’re hands are no longer delicate. They’re firm, they’re bold and they wrap around his shape with ease because of the way he skipped his underwear tonight. He doesn’t know whether it was the best idea he’s ever had or whether he’s going to cum in three seconds and lose business with the regulars he rented tuxes from.
Taehyung finds himself devoid from the reality of where he is. There’s little hope of his catching up on pleasantries with those around the table anyways, not when they all knew he was here for you and you only. To show you off, to dress you up, to have you defile him in front of his coworkers. It’s what he wanted and it’s where is now, groaning and fluttering his eyelids.
“Refill ma’am?” Your hand quickly slots away and finds purchase in his palm again. Innocent. Less explicit kind of territory.
The waiter stands guarded behind you, bottle, half full and brandished in one hand whilst the other nestles behind his back. Taehyung never understood shit like this. Just slouch, pour her champagne and fuck off. He understands it even less when you’re nod ensues the man to place a bold hand on the back of your chair, to lean over you with little discrepancy and allow his eyes to drift further into your cleavage than even Taehyung himself has seen tonight.
And then he fucks it.
“Shit- I me- ma’am I’m so sorry,” he’s frantic, retracting his hands and his eyes and dares to grab your napkin as if he’s going to pat down your thigh as an apology.
“It’s ok-”
He knows you won’t fend the waiter off himself, so he speaks up.
“Mate, it’s good, we got this.”
Taehyung wasn’t a dick, in fact he prided himself on his patience and his ability to keep anger at bay. So, he won’t have a fit for the waiter with both eyes for his wife and hands incapable of pouring champagne correctly. Maybe he’ll even thank him, when he gets to lick it off you later.
“Sir, I’m sorry.”
“Honestly, we’re good.” It’s Taehyung’s way of saying fuck off, and he knows you’re thankful for not making any more of a scene, because you hate confrontation. You’re too kind to the world and he loves that.
He might just love even more, though, the fact that from thigh to ankle, you’re wet with spilt liquid. Tanned skin gleaming from where the champagne fell.
“I guess someone didn’t like the gold.” You pat yourself, napkin soaking up what isn’t in you glass, but smiling all the same.
“Baby,” Taehyung deadpans, “I think he liked the gold a little too much.”
He watches you’re attempted salvage job, but the dress is silk, expesive and made of silk and the marks beginning to spread through the material don’t seem to be recovering.
“Well shit, I’m gonna run to the bathroom, see if I can do something about this.”
But Taehyung is up before you, pulling the napkin out of your hands and taking one hand for himself. You’d expect him to excuse you from the table but the conversations are clearly more exciting than your spectacle with the way no one passes you a look of curiosity. It’s enough to garner you following him, a little urgent, but it makes you smile unabashed.
Rich had never been your thing, but Taehyung said rich suited you. The attention it sought for, the way it brought hierarchy, you hated it. Except, your husband loves how it looks on you. Specifically, the way your curves adorn gold Dior, under the expensive lights of a bathroom and with the even more expensive glimmer of a diamond on your finger.
He presses a kiss to it, the cold of the band next to the heat of your finger.
“Tae.”
His tongue purchases on it’s underside now, striping up it with his tongue, and fuck, you taste of champagne and his cologne.
“Tae.”
“Here,” he sits you on the marble counter, trusting in the expensiveness of the venue to make this place clean. You’re dress is the next thing lifted, the slit allowing an opportunity for his coarse fingers to run trails between your thighs. “Lemme clean you up.”
You’re in a bathroom, with a perfectly good and working sink to your left, towels on a rail in the corner, but your husband never had a way of making things easy. His methods were a little more… adventurous.
So he’s careful, but strong with his tongue, and you’re soft but fucking delicious in his mouth.
“Taee,” it makes him harder when you say it like that. So he continues his job, tasting your skin in all it’s wet glory and letting his hands draft into yours on the counter. He wants to take it slow and drain you of your ability to hold back your pleading, but he’s wanted you since the taxi journey here, and he fears he’s gonna be the one begging if he doesn’t get your pussy soon.
“Where d’you want me baby?”
“There,” you’re quick to move you’re entwined hands to between you legs, moulding his fingers in a way he knows you want them deep and you want them there quick. So he pulls the thin fabric aside, silk also, gold also, and he really wants to moan to you about your golden pussy. But you moan for him instead.
“There? You want it there?” He’s still on his haunches, under you as though he’s worshipping, and fuck, he might just be, with the way you’ve let you hair down from its up-do and the shoulder of your dress slip south. He plays with your entrance, whilst mapping your body with his eyes, gauging your reaction even though he knows exactly where and how you like it.
“Mmm,” but he stands to kiss you when you bite your lip.
Your knees meets his crotch and it’s enough to have him pull away his index from it’s circling and plunge two fingers inside you. And you’re warm and ready. But not ready enough to stop the moan.
“Tell me you like it.” Faster and harder, but you bite your lip again.
“Fuck.”
“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”
He’s answered by a clunk when you’re head hits the mirror behind you, your hand now the only thing stopping you from your screams of guilt. Taehyung won’t have it, though. He won’t have you bite into your soft palm and he won’t have your moans muffled. Not when he feels like he could cum himself as he angles his hips to your outstretched leg.
He now congratulates himself on the lack of boxers, because fuck he’s hard, and fuck is friction good.
Taehyung, since meeting you has taught himself to be harsh with words, mumbling in his sexed state all the pure dirt he could, because he could never be harsh on your body. Sometimes you’d use it to your advantage and have you way with him, rough, unadultered, so he was yours entirely. But sometimes you just liked the way he was slow with you. Finding every place in your body that had your head thrown back like it was now, your body moving on it’s own because you want more, more and so much fucking more. And in these moments when he strings your body like a harp, all he wants is for you to tell him you love him. Call you both soft, but Taehyung has a way of turning filthy moan into a serenading song.
So he pleads.
“Tell me, baby. I need it”
Without much thought, your palm is released from it’s vice in your mouth and it finds the back of his neck, so confessions can be whispered or whimpered closer.
“Fuck, I love it Tae. So good, so fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
His thumb finds your clit and it’s not shy in the pressure it exerts. Neither are his fingers. Neither is his stare. Because he no longer seeks out the approval for his actions in your eyes, but watches, hungry, ravenous, at the way your pussy eats his fingers, attached and wet. So fucking wet.
The sight is enough to make a man expire. And whilst the trousers he adorns are cheap, they still have to be handed back to the rental. So, no, he’s not cumming in his pants tonight.
“Taee,” your whine is breathy but high and pleading enough he’s fast in undoing his zipper and faster at finding his length, especially without the barrier of another layer of clothing. He’ll pat himself on the back later for sure, but right now, his wife is still writhing, on the brink and pussy in full view along with the taste of champagne.
“I’ve got you, Y/N, fuck,” hard and desperate, and it’s clear from him tone of voice. But he also can’t feign his love for your lips on his when you pull him in. It’s not rough, but it’s not gentle. It’s soft yet loaded. It’s memory muscle and tongue intertwined with tongue, because he loves your lips and knows how to savour them.
“I’m so hard, baby, please.”
You shuffle forwards as an invitation, heels wrapped to his thighs and he feels you wet against his tip now. But he doesn’t enter because your hand meets his abdomen, a soft demand that causes him to wait, despite the pulsing.
“Tae.”
“Mmm,” your lips are touching, breathing together, so close from him being inside you that his tongue swipes your lip subconsciously.
“I did something yesterday.”
It’s enough of a loaded statement to garner the tensing of his abs.
“Okayy?”
“You’ve been speaking about something recently and it had me thinking.” You sound breathy and nervous, and he mirrors the sentiment of that, because he hates when you’re scared. “You just have to know before we do this... in case.”
“You’re being cryptic.”
Yet you smile, and maybe Taehyung should be at ease but he’s not.
“Tae?”
“Mmm,” he repeats.
“I had the doctor take out my IUD. I didn’t want it anymore when we spoke to your mum about it the other day.” He stays tense, shell shocked, and wants to speak up but the mouth runs dry at the most inappropriate times. “Baby, is this what you want?”
And he scoffs, maybe laughs, maybe he’s crying, he’s not sure but he’s so far in your embrace and in your words that he nods.
“I’m not ovulating, and it might take some time, but I wanted to give it a go and-”
“Oh my god, I want this so bad.” He kisses you once, then again, and then keeps doing it until he pushes inside of you. It’s relieving to his biology but it’s 2 years of marriage, love, companionship, friendship, and waiting, mostly waiting, that has him moaning once he’s inside you. It’s a courtship, a proposal, a wedding, it’s the living together, talking about getting a dog, getting a dog, talking about babies, and now… fuck... trying for babies.
It’s the only thing he’s ever wanted on parallel to you.
So he kisses you again.
“Holy shit do I love you.”
You laugh and moan and laugh and moan again. He’s lodged far in you, struggling to find a rhythm from the way you tighten at each gleeful exhale.
“Baby, please relax, so I don’t cum straight away. Please.”
It’s hard to, though. Relax, that is. The prospect of the future paints over the lustful feeling of sex, and brings a nervous excitement, something that makes you smile and then moan and then smile and then moan.
“Y/N, fuck, hold up a little for me.”
But you don’t let him pull out to slow his movements down, the angle allowing your hands to reach his buttocks, push him into you, your hips an angle that you can cant up into him and you lips around his so you can moan and he can moan together.
“Tae.”
“Mmm. Fuck.”
You gasp. “There.”
“There?”
He hits it again, so you repeat yourself over and over. And then one of your thumbs finds his rim, it’s raw and dry and painful, but nothing is going to detach him from your movements. He finds pleasure it instead, becoming the one calling out to you.
“Fuck Y/N, keep going. I have to cum. I need to cum.”
“There?” His own words spoken back to him, but he confirms with a moan, a cry, even, and a piston to his hips like he has never had before.
“Tae, I’ll cum.”
You’re pulsing around him, and you’re also deep inside him behind, his own thrusts helping in the way of your finger sinking beneath the rimmed skin. And it’s all at once that it builds, hard enough for him to choke and have his neck fall limp on your shoulder.
“Urghh- baby please- I- fuck.”
“Cum hard for me.”
It’s the words, the implications of the words, and the feeling of you cumming around him that sets every fibre of his body on the hottest fire he’s ever experienced.
“Don’t stop.” But it’s him telling you. Telling you not to stop cumming because he wants you in an equal and better euphoria to him.
“Ahh,” he still fights through thrusts.
“I’m still cumming, fuckkk.”
He’s quaking, knees tired and teeth close to drawing blood on your shoulder. It scares him he almost hurt you so once his balls are empty his teeth release and make way for his lips, soothing on the burn of your skin.
The reality of earth falls quick and hard around both of you, and there’s no such thing as post orgasm when all Tae can think about is his cum. In you. Deep. And without a barrier.
“Y/N, what the fuck.”
“I know, I’ve never cum so hard.”
“You’re serious that you could be pregnant. Right now. Like right now, right now.”
Your eyes gleam, a little embarrassed but mostly trying to find the sentiment behind his reaction. You know this is what he wants, wholeheartedly, and fully, but it’s still a scary thought that children in a marriage can spell rejection.
“Yeh. The doctor said a low chance, but it’s still a chance.”
He’s still inside you, and still a little hard at that. But he squeals, unadulteredly squeals and embraces you.
“Don’t care. I’ll fuck you now, later, tomorrow morning, tomorrow afternoon,” his eyes glint with salty water and you’re smiling too much that yours do too, “imma get you pregnant and we’ll come back next Christmas, with a better dress, that’s even shinier, so every can see you, and our baby, and oh my fuck! Do you know how happy you make me?”
You let him monologue, find his inner happiness in his scenario, because maybe it won’t be a scenario at all. Maybe he’s yours. But just, now, in the shared sense of the word.
Drabble Requests
So uni is being a bitch and I can’t find the time to write full length fics at the moment, plus drabbles are more fun, double plus, I want more interaction with people, so you can request from me now!
Pick a BTS member(s), a number(s) or literally just come up with your own stuff, whatever floats your kinky boat, and it can be smut, fluff, crack, whatever. I’ll try and be sane and keep them short, but y eh…
#1 “is it that hard to just ask me to get on my knees”
#2 “send nudes”
#3 “i’m literally babysitting, you can’t call me to say that”
#4 “baby, i’ll cum in my pants if you keep going”
#5 “you know, you’re hot when you’re angry”
#6 “are you sure you don’t like me”
#7 “i can be quick, promise”
#8 “why are you gaming shirtless?”
#9 “here, lemme clean you up”
#10 “i knew having a baby with you was a bad idea”
#11 “baby, don’t pout, it makes me soft for you”
#12 “what is it pups, how can i help”
#13 “there? you want it there?”
#14 “how am i supposed to know you put a banana in your pocket?”
#15 “i don’t deserve you”
#16 “fuck, i thought i’d lost you”
#17 “how about you don’t make eyes at my sister”
#18 “y- you’re going- commando?”
#19 “you know you’re it for me, right?”
#20 “please don’t do that, i’m so hard right now”
#21 “you just had to go and fuck him didn’t you”
#22 “i know i upset you, but you haven’t sucked my dick in 5 days now”
#23 “i mean if you think a vibrator is better than my cock, be my guest”
#24 “did someone make you cry?”
#25 “stop giving me those eyes”
#26 “i really don’t know if i can look at you right now”
#27 “it’s kinda hot the way you…”
#28 “mate, i’ve never seen something as hot as her”
#29 “please tell me sike”
#30 “you really think i would just fall out of love with you”
#31 “that’s it, on your knees, now”
#32 “what are you so afraid of?”
#32 “babe, tell me again why we thought this was a good idea”
#33 “i’m not fucking you in my parents room”
#34 “fuck you’re got a great ass”
#35 “wait, baby, you’re actually angry at me?”
#36 “do i really have to spell it out”
#37 “you know exactly what you want, you’re just too afraid to say it”
#38 “don’t look at me like that”
#39 “come on, give it to me”
#40 “i’m so horny right now, i couldn’t stop if i tried”
#41 “there’s no reason to cry about it”
#42 “touch her again and i swear to fuck you’re done”
#43 “so you’re really just gonna feel up my sister in front of me”
#44 “how do you expect me to work when you look like that”
#45 “i jack off to the thought of your tits everyday”
#46 “i’m literally so high right now”
#47 “baby, you can’t just leave me after you get me hard”
#48 “i told you what this was from the beginning”
#49 “my mum legit loves you more than me”
#50 “don’t you dare fucking lie to me right now”
If I don’t get any requests I’m gonna die in a hole and just write them for myself. Enjoy x
7:58pm
When babysitting time almost ends prematurely ;) Based on the Drabble Request:
#14 “how am i supposed to know you put a banana in your pocket?”
Word Count: 2k
A/N: For the anon that said ‘Oh my god 😂😂😂😂😂 #14 and jungkook bls crackety crack crack that newborn chickies would be jealous 😂😂😂😂’, I don’t even know what you meant but I love it and enjoy, Mimi x
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You’re completely fucking neck deep.
And you wished you could say that in any other way than the one you mean. Like neck deep in a steamy bath with salts and candles and the smelly shit Jungkook uses after the gym because it’s a home smell. Or like neck deep on your couch with records soothing the ears and some kind of fried dish sizzling on your cooker. Fuck, like neck deep in the smell of sex as someone pile dri-
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! I- er- can’t reach the bathroom door thingy!”
Nah.
You’re neck deep in the stress of your two nephews and niece.
“Yeh, Jae, just give it a big push and it’ll open.”
“Mmm, tried that!” he’s pouting but still finds the energy to contradict his face by skipping around your legs.
“Fine. Bathroom door here we come!” But you’re in no way enthusiastic.
Yoongi, on the pretence that these are in fact his children, would say they’re beautifully brimming with life, immature and youthful in the sweet kind of way, the apples to his eye, the stars to his fucking moon. You’re brother turned real sappy over the course of fatherhood. And to be honest, you’d liked them, at first, when they couldn’t talk, when they didn’t all start dressing the same and you could tell one apart from the other, when you didn’t have to face them alone and without the extra strong arms of your boyfriend.
Yet you find yourself into the fourth hour of damage control to your apartment and toilet brakes consistent with that of an elderly woman with pelvic floor dysfunction.
Jungkook’s better at this than you. He has the ability to reinvigorate his childhood self and channel it all in babysitting days. That and he stashes banana milk to the brim and out of your reach in the top cupboard just so he can retrieve it and play ‘fun uncle Kook’. He’ll say it’s just because he loves banana milk and to be honest, you can’t really argue with that.
And, shit, you miss him.
“Auntie Y/N.” Her voice is sweet but you see the glint of the devil in her eye, you swear.
“Yes, Mai.”
“Daddy makes me hot chocolate before bed, and bedtimes almost here.” You frown deep. Yoongi almost definitely doesn’t make them hot chocolate because Sannie has a nut allergy, but how can you tell a child she’s lying.
“And auntie Y/N.” She strings it out like it’s honey and silk and fuck does it work.
“Yes Mai?”
“I think Jae’s locked himself in the toilet.”
Fuck! Damn children and their short arms that can’t reach over their heads!
The girl in the plaid pyjamas, watching on amused as you scramble for the bathroom, has more sense than you’ll ever have at 8pm. It’s sad, but sadder when the door creaks and reveals first a sniffle and then an all out sob before the small bundle curls into one of your legs. You’re wearing jeans, but he hugs you like you’re soft and comforting. It kind of thins your edges a bit and you scoop him up in no time, because babysitting is a bitch, but you’re not.
“Oh bubby, did you get yourself trapped in the toilet.”
“Mmm,” a sleeve covered tiny fist rubs at his eyes, and he gives a tinier nod before he flops down into your neck.
You pace the apartment with shuffled walks, an attempt to soothe the dying hiccups on your shoulder, and find a spot in behind the sofa to watch on as the other two make a plaything out of Jungkook’s exercise band. You should have the sense to tell them to be careful but every time Sannie pulls one end, Mai pulls the other and then Mai, the 5 minute older triplet that she is, sends San flying, is just a bit too good to distract them from.
It’s a shame the sound of keys and the hallway light has to disturb the ‘peace’.
“What do we have here!”
Jae shifts at the same time as you to spare a glance at the man in the doorway. Business casual, because it’s a Friday, looks good on him, and the smile he adorns when the first two bound up and at him with speed looks even better.
“Uncle Kook!”
“Sannie!” He throws San over one shoulder.
“Uncle Kookkkk!”
And pushes a fist out to the other.
“Mai my bro, how we chillin.”
Her tiny fist meets his before pulling back in a fake explosion. You don’t know when the tradition started, why Jungkook thinks it’s appropriate, but because she replies with a small, “peachy, Kookie, peachy,” you might just have to smile and feign sensibility.
Your early day perception of Jungkook definitely didn’t pip him as one for children, to the extent you genuinely thought he was scared of them. But then he cried when Yoongi announced his girlfriends pregnancy, cried harder when three munchkins were born, and forever since has lived up to the job of ‘best uncle’ despite having 5 others to contend with. Your brother and him were stunningly close like that. It’s how you and Jungkook had met. And now you’ve come to love the 8pm deadline, rather than 10:30, he’s set out of his training session, because now you get to share the wonder that is your boyfriend with three tiny faces. You almost think they adore him as much as you. Almost.
“And what’s up with this little champ ey?”
You give him a gentle shake to rouse him, then he finds your eyes, then Jungkook’s and finally throws two chubby arms in his direction even though Kook already had his hug ready and waiting. Your boyfriends probably sweaty, but the boy pays no mind and finds his peace between shoulder and neck. Jungkook turns your way.
“Hey you,” his eyes glint like that when he misses you. Maybe you blush.
“Hey you.”
“Why is the bread baby crying?” Jae’s got rolls for days, arms, legs, hands and feet just round and pure squish and you know it’s because Yoongi can’t say no to him like he can the others.
“He couldn’t get out of the bathroom.”
There’s a bottle of protein shake on the side that you’d readied in preparation for Jungkook’s appearance, and he takes it gladly in one hand whilst balancing Jae, impressively on the other.
“Macho man!” Jae perks his head up a bit at the nickname, eyes a little more alive than when they were puffy, “you gotta start doing your morning stretches like I said. Those arms aren’t gonna grow themselves,” the shit he spouts sometimes you swear-
“I know, uncle Kook, I’ll try, but- but- but, maybe you and auntie Y/N could make another door, a little smaller, fo-for me.” It’s a cute enough statement that you keen, Jungkook too, and you both share a look of despair at the blubbering stutter of baby that is your nephew.
“I’ll see what I can do for you champ,” and finally Jungkook and his arms are set free, Jae shuffling small steps across the wooden floor with his penguin socks loose and giving you a final moment of broodiness.
You distract the impending coo you were going to let off in favour of picking up the remnants of dinner, which turned to playtime, as tomatoes and carrots line the cracks in your floor.
Jungkook’s got a sweaty hand on your neck though, needing stress and the evenings memories away for a few brief seconds. He’s got those kinds of hands. The ones you can talk about for hours because they’re strong, fucking pretty, do glorious things in glorious places and dirty things in others. His hand drops though before babysitting time ends prematurely. Yoongi doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning, so even a wisp of a thought of that man behind you and how he’s definitely sweaty and definitely a feast, is gone, poof, dissipated.
“How’ve they been? Rough work again?”
“Mmm, of course,” you take a note the bin needs to be taken out as you chuck the last remaining pieces away.
“Come on, they’re not that bad.” You’re ready to tell him to go suck one and try and do it by himself, but there’s hands on your hips, warm, sweaty, soothing, and a dick against your ass...hard.
“Jungkook!”
“What, they’re really alri-”
“The fuck are you doing the triplets are literally there,” his lips pull back from where they had settled on your neck.
“D’you mean, I’m not doing anything.” He’s high pitched like he doesn’t know his dicks up your ass, so you scoff.
“What are you hard for, you mong,” but you go to push him away, arm behind your back, firm to his hip, yet your hand meets something harder than his abs - he works out, but not enough to make him that solid - and definitely a different shap to how his cock normally feels - and you’ve felt him up enough times to know. “And why is your boner shaped like that?”
“Boner, I’m not ev-”
You spin, eye his botched erection, and dip a hand to his pocket. He looks at you, shocked, puzzled, and suddenly you’re prematurely plunging into your grave in the shame of thinking what you were thinking.
“Wait, did you think this was my d-i-c-k!”
He waves it, his choked laugh too, in your face. You’re red, and probably crying, but your cheeks are so hot with embarrassment you don’t know.
“How was I supposed to know you had a banana in your pocket!”
He laughs fully enough that the kids seek out it’s source.
“Uncle Kook, uncle Kook, can I have a bite?”
He gives her the whole thing, still staring at you with teeth on show, a story to tell Yoongi, and one final blow to the shit show that is your life,
“Mai.”
“Yes uncle Kook.”
“Tell auntie Y/N she’s nasty.”
And when nasty is a whole other word for a child, Mai proceeds unphased, probably believing in the sentiment of the statement.
“Auntie Y/N.”
“Yes Mai.”
“You’re nasty.”
...Fuck.